20-Sep-2001
Title: Wanting More
Author: jon (siberiant@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I gripe about it, they aren't mine. But
the story, oh that's definitely mine!
Pairings: 1x2
Warnings: Uhh, maybe very mild lime? And when I say very mild I really do
mean very mild...
This morning was a morning like any other, save for the fact that today is housecleaning day. See, if it were left to me, we wouldn't have a specific day of the week where we cleaned house - I'd just leave it for Heero to do! No, but seriously, I'd be more apt to clean up a little bit every day instead of just having to clean in the morning on Wednesdays.
Heero cleaned the kitchen and the bathrooms of our little townhouse apartment, while I cleaned pretty much everything else. I busied myself with vacuuming and dusting and such, while Heero with his usual incredible speed was near completion as I was just starting. Gods I love him.
After we finished cleaning, Heero went up stairs to finish off his usual morning routine: working out, showering, and getting ready for work. I piddled on the computer and had breakfast.
Almost an hour later, I crept up the stairs to see what he was up to, finding him digging through the sock drawer. Slowly, stealthily (as is my nature) I moved towards him, finally making my presence known by smacking him on his cute ass and flopping myself on the bed with a triumphant grin.
"What are you so happy about?" he asked, as I hadn't seemed all that cheery this morning. But I mean, who would? It's morning and cleaning day for crying out loud!
"I can't just be happy?" I retorted. Okay, so lately I haven't been all that cheery. Big deal!
He closed the sock drawer and moved towards me, kneeling on the floor by the bed and hugging the lower half of my body (below the chest is more like it, if you want to get technical).
"What's that for?" I asked, not that I minded the attention in the least. Actually, it was giving me a hard on...
"The almanac said to embrace happiness today, so here I am," he replied, his face half covered by my stomach. I couldn't help but smile even more. "Oh, you seem quite happy!" Yeah, he'd noticed my semi - it's not like he could miss it, pressing into his chest...
He lifted up my shirt, gently licking my belly button, teasing other bits of flesh his tongue happened onto, completely ignoring my arousal. After he had spent what seemed like an eternity teasing me with his tongue, he pushed down so I was lying with my back and ass on the bed, legs hanging off the side, lifting my shirt up even higher.
Slowly, slowly, he tugged at my shorts, moving them slowly away from my body and down my legs, licking at any and every bit of newly exposed flesh. Finally my erection popped out of its cloth cage, dripping, practically begging for him to devour it.
But oh no. Not Heero. Not this morning. He teased. Licking, nipping, breathing on the soft flesh. I moaned. Finally he gave in and put the head in his mouth, rolling his tongue around the edges, making me shudder – it was almost too much to bear. Then deeper. And deeper. And deeper still. Then up and down along the shaft, making sucking noises and doing things with his tongue that make my hips jerk involuntarily.
And then, nothing. I finally look down at him and see something that only I get to see: a sultry smile. A quick glance at the clock and I realize why he's stopped - he has to leave in a few minutes.
"Ohhh! Don't stop!" I whine.
"But I have to leave soon – we don't have time to play right now. Tomorrow for sure though," he says, an understanding that he'll be too tired when he gets back tonight to have any fun and that I prefer sex in the morning. "Don't masturbate while I'm gone."
That elicits another groan of frustration. "But I wanna! I mean look at it, it's all hard and everything... And I want to sooooo bad!" I know he why he doesn't want me to though.
"Just think of how good it will feel to come tomorrow, after sex. After I've been inside you, after you've felt the head of my cock popping in and out," he says in a sultry voice. I love it when he talks dirty. Heero the Perfect Soldier talking about how he's going to make love to me tomorrow morning is something so unexplainably perfect, I feel like I could melt into a puddle of HappyDuo right then and there.
With his index finger he traces the indentation between my pecs and abs, over my belly button, down to my now painfully hard erection, kisses me passionately and then is gone to work.
It's almost four o'clock now, and I'm lying on the rug thinking about that wonderful morning, how he left me wanting more.
Owari
(:./siberiant/wanting)
