09-Jun-2004
Title: Making Music
Author: Natea
Pairing: 1+2+1
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Word Count: 1400
The evening had gone perfectly, take out ordered and delivered on time, ridiculously corny video rented from the store, couch angled for maximum snuggling while watching the film. Even the weather had obliged, beating down on the window with a heavy rainstorm that only served to make the inside of the apartment feel even more cosy.
Now there was nothing but snow on the screen, colouring the room along with the fire effect electric heater that had pride of place against the wall. Not that the new residents of the apartment were too bothered about all of that, they were more involved in trying to find the most comfortable position on the two seater couch while joined irrevocably at the lips.
Wrestling his arm out of his shirt, Duo concentrated on pressing as much of himself against Heero as he could. The cuff of his shirt gripped onto his wrist for dear life and he shook his hand viciously for a second before Heero's tongue in his mouth distracted him enough to forget. He pushed down roughly with his hips.
The couch springs creaked ominously and they bounced a little on the return. The heels of Heero's shoes drummed into the side of the sofa from where his lower legs were hanging over the arm rest.
Another bounce, the springs were louder this time.
Leaning on his left elbow Duo brought his other hand up to Heero's hair in an attempt at winding his fingers into the strands, only to find the shirt still attached. He shook the hand furiously but the shirt didn't fall.
The back cushion of the couch however, did.
Tipping forward on its axis it opened up a small gap between the cushions at the base, just wide enough for Duo's elbow to slide into. Five seconds later he was sprawled heavily over Heero, his support gone and arm buried in the bowels of the chair. His two front teeth ached from where he'd knocked them against Heero's and he ran his tongue gingerly over them to ensure they were both still there.
He could feel Heero's eyes on him and growled a little, "Don't... say a word."
"Comfy?" Heero smirked.
"Oh extremely." He mumbled sarcastically.
Heero laughed, the movement of his chest reverberating through Duo's body they were so close. "You crumpled like a piece of paper."
"Hm." He pulled a wry face as he rescued his arm from the man eating sofa, inspecting it for teeth marks and abrasions. All clear. He pushed the chair cushion back and struggled up so his weight wasn't laying on Heero quite so much. The movement highlighted the tingle in his groin and reminded him of what they had been doing previously; he pushed down once more. Heero's quiet chuckling turned into a hiss at the contact. Duo smirked.
"Find me funny, do you?"
"Constantly." Heero's eyes were bright from lust... or amusement... or just the white snow on the tv screen. His cheeks were flushed with passion... or the fact that the electric fire was warming the room too fast.
Duo had intended to swoop back in to start things up again but instead found himself just staring, enjoying the view. He opened his mouth, ready to say something profound and meaningful.
Only to find himself opening and closing that mouth silently in a bid for breath as Heero took the initiative and flipped them off the couch and onto the floor. When Duo did eventually get his lungs re-inflated the first word that croaked out was a worn, "Bastard."
Heero only smirked as he sat back and raised his arms to strip off his tank top quickly before returning to the semi embrace and securing his lips to Duo's once more. Duo twisted sharply, reversing the positions in a deft manoeuvre that would have made WuFei proud.
He was just about to boast when there was a sharp crack and a look of pain on Heero's face.
"Shit!" Had he just broken Heero's back? He scrambled back, feeling a little sick.
Heero shifted slightly and winced again. "TV remote." he twisted and pulled the slim black object out from underneath him.
The relief was tangible.
Duo wasted no time in reattaching his lips to Heero's mouth. With more space on the floor they were free to grapple and grope all they wanted to and Heero wasted no time in wrapping one leg around Duo's waist and reeling him in. Breaking off the kiss to growl, Duo tried again to raise his hand to Heero's hair and bury his fingers in it.
Unfortunately his shirt was still firmly anchored around his wrist. Seeing as the other end was pinned under his knee he found himself brought up short suddenly and lost his balance, throwing out his other arm in a wild attempt at stopping himself from measuring his length against Heero for the second time that night.
Wild or not, it worked. Although he didn't come off injury free as the ball of his hand slammed down onto the television remote. The television flickered in answer and there was the whirring of a CD in the DVD drive as it started up.
Duo ignored it as he finally got his hand free and grasped a handful of Heero's dark brown hair with it as he went for the pulse point on Heero's throat with the tenacity of a terrier.
It took him a while to realise that the shuddering gasps he could feel coming from the body beneath him were caused by laughter and not passion.
"What the hell?"
"The song." Heero snorted, "What is it? Some sort of instruction manual set to music?"
"Instruction manual?" Duo echoed faintly, more than a little peeved with the latest interruption to his seducing tactics. Turning his head slightly he listened.
"Oh Crap!"
Heero smirked, "Not heard you sing this particular song before Duo. Too risque for the general populace to hear?"
"It's Nathan's." Duo's face was flaming. "Hilde brought him over and asked me to babysit while she went out shopping for her anniversary present."
"Hmm."
"It's true. It's not mine, honestly."
Heero only snorted again, still listening. "This is a child's song? It's DIY sex for dummies," he commented in amusement.
"Hm, maybe." Duo muttered. The whole mood of the situation had changed now. A little voice in his head, a desperate one, pointed out that there was still a 'come' in comedy. He ignored it and sat up, only to have Heero grab his wrist in a surprise movement.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked in genuine puzzlement.
"Not sure." Duo shrugged out of the grip, "Get a beer from the fridge maybe... you want one."
"No."
Standing in the kitchen, Duo rested his forehead on the refrigerator door and sighed. Now he felt like a heel. He wasn't even sure why he'd done that.
First times were supposed to be incredible, magical, memorable. He snorted... well this was certainly memorable.
Despite how much he wanted to forget it.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around him from behind and Heero's hair tickled his ear warmly. "You alright?"
"Hmm."
A squeeze. "You want to take this to your room?"
"Can't. I still haven't put the bed frame together yet. Been sleeping on a mattress... it's not right."
"Doesn't need to be right, doesn't need to be perfect." Heero whispered, "Just needs to be us... now come on." He squeezed Duo's hand, still gripping the fridge door handle, "Let's go and do as the song says."
Duo smirked a little, "Exactly as the song says?"
"Well maybe not exactly." Heero conceded, "But the last verse sounded good to me."
"You put your whole self in, your whole self out, in out in out, and shake it all about?"
Heero laughed, "Knees bend, arms stretch, Rah, Rah, Rah."
Maybe he didn't want to forget it so much after all, Duo mused as they made their way back to the living room to take up where they left off.
After all, any night that could get a half naked Heero, wandering around his apartment, quoting lines from the Hokey Pokey had to be fairly memorable.
The End
(:./natea/music)
