03-Aug-2004
Title: Start Me Up – Epi/20+Epi
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 1x2/2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Angst, Language, Lemon, and Sap
Archived: Yep!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and the original Japanese creators do. This story is a parody of their defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original story. I consider all underage characters engaging in sexual activity to be Emancipated Minors or the social equivalent under military service. This story is for entertainment purposes only. It is a fantasy and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic relationships. Content is not intended to condone or condemn any of the lifestyles or viewpoints portrayed through the characters. I make no money at this. I write only for the pleasure of feedback!
Notes: Well guys... this is it! It's taken me over a year to complete it, but here is the final part to this fic. I cried when I finished the final scene - yep, I am such a sap! I want to thank everyone who commented and read this story *huggles* Without your continued support, it never would have been finished. I also want to say one last time that this fic is dedicated to Nebula_Omega, who gave me the plot bunny (Love ya, Imoto-chan!).
Duo looked out over the trees in the valley below him. The sunset was painting the sky a beautiful amber and gold as the sun slowly faded beyond the rolling hills. The darkening blue of evening began shadowing the vibrancy of day while a soft wind rustled the leaves. Duo needed the moment of peace it gave him. It hadn't been an easy road the past few weeks. The braided mechanic remembered how Heero had fought the necessary downtime, glaring and cursing at some points in his recovery. It had been a task, but Duo had remained firm, and the Japanese driver was almost completely mended because of it. Of course, Heero would argue that point. He argued a lot it seemed these days. Duo sighed; things would settle down once his lover was completely well again... at least, he hoped so.
It had been several weeks since the last race of the season. Although the Winner team had won the championship, the fact that Duo had lost Daytona was still on many people's minds in the racing world. Quatre had been the one to deal with the incessant requests for interviews with the one-time driver, politely refusing them, since Duo had made it clear that he wanted to focus on taking care of his injured lover. As far as Duo's personal feelings went, he didn't have any regrets. He'd done what he'd set out to do – win the championship for Heero. Sure, he couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if he'd taken a chance like Hilde had, but the only thing that really mattered was that he was still alive and able to love the man who had stolen his heart on and off the racetrack. Life with Heero Yuy was worth much more to him than any damn race, even if the man was being difficult at the moment.
Duo thought of Solo's stubbornness. He wasn't sure if Heero's experience with Solo had been a dream or a vision, but considering the circumstances, he had a feeling it had been real. Some of the things Heero said Solo had told him were things only the older man would have known, and Duo found himself believing that Solo had found a way to reach out through Heero to make things right with his 'little brother'. After living so long with the pain, Duo had been more than willing to accept the peace offering and let go of his grief and anger. Like he'd told those reporters, he was through torturing himself over the past; he was going to live in the here and now. He shivered a little as he remembered that familiar voice on the com - a final goodbye from the man who would always be his 'big bro'.
The braided man shook himself out of those memories and forced his mind to more recent festive ones. Their team had indulged in a 'season end' party a couple weeks ago with their friends from the other crews, and it had been a blast. Heero had just graduated from his crutches to a walking cane, and being in good spirits themselves, they had both spent most of the evening trying not to laugh their asses off at everyone else. The group had already been in a celebrating mood due to Heero's imminent recovery and news of Treize being refused bail – a happy tidbit brought by Anne and Ethan when they had arrived. When Relena had announced that she and Hilde were becoming partners in their team ownership, and then Howard and Charlie had let everyone know that they were going to 'tie the knot' before next season, things had erupted into a frenzy of congratulations and rounds of shots and champagne. Heero had limited his intake to straight Coke since he was still on medication, so Duo had only had a Long Island Iced Tea for toasting purposes himself. This had left them both quite a bit more lucid than their friends.
Things had been really interesting with Zechs teasing and flirting with Wufei shamelessly, much to Wufei's chagrin and everyone else's delight. The racing crowd knew that the two men were together, but the Chinese mechanic was still a little shy about their relationship. Duo couldn't help but chuckle remembering how that had changed after a few drinks. The raven-haired young man had responded to Zechs' innuendoes with some of his own, causing Heero to laugh until he was in tears when Wufei had told his blond lover in a rather loud and demanding voice to 'Show me your little Tallgeese after the party'. What had made Duo's night though was when the pair had sung a questionable version of 'I Got You Babe' as a karaoke duet, slurring the words and tripping over their mic cords. At the end of the song, Wufei had kissed Zechs rather steamily in front of the whole bar. Duo had pictures. Wufei had threatened to kill him after he had sobered up and found out, but Duo had vowed to distribute the glossy eight-by-tens to their friends, nonetheless... and maybe even use it for their Christmas cards as well. Duo grinned at that thought even as his mind replayed the rest of the party with great clarity.
As the evening had progressed, Noin and Sally had decided to ride the mechanical bull that was located in the corner of the drinking establishment. The sign above the bar stated that if someone could stay on for thirty seconds, there was a free pitcher of beer for them. Heero had warned them that those 'monstrosities' were dangerous and something he wouldn't get on 'if someone promised him the next five championships'. Both women had scoffed at him. Duo could still see the evil glint in Heero's eyes when Noin had been thrown off in less than two seconds flat. Sally's ride had lasted a little longer, about ten seconds, before she'd slid off. Duo still couldn't figure out how she'd ended up facing the back of the thing. Sally had smirked at her lover in victory before telling the dark-haired woman that 'You may be my cowgirl, but you ain't worth shit on that thing'. Duo had seen the answering challenge in Noin's eyes as she'd manhandled Sally into the bathroom. They'd stayed in there for quite a while and had been quite flushed when they'd finally re-emerged, convincing Duo that the lady's room had been witness to another kind of ride all together.
If that hadn't been enough excitement, Cathy had finally decided to 'come out of the closet' about her relationship with Dorothy. She'd chosen her moment, waiting until everyone was fairly sloshed, before kissing the other woman in a way that had rivaled even Zechs and Wufei's public display. Trowa had nearly choked on his drink. Duo could still see the other man's face as he'd tried to regain his breath while Cathy stood in front of him, looking concerned and pissed at the same time as she'd muttered 'Dorothy is a good influence on me, damn it'. This had left Quatre snickering helplessly even though his lover was struggling to not asphyxiate. Trowa had recovered quickly though, interrupting his sister's ranting to warn her lover to be careful because Cathy 'Threw knives when she got angry'. Dorothy had seemed rather impressed with that skill, much to Duo's amusement. When the blonde had kissed Trowa on the cheek, informing him that Cathy had already shown her aggressive side, Duo had barely managed to get to the bathroom before peeing on himself – he'd never seen Trowa blush like that before. That night, Duo had collapsed into the hotel room bed with Heero, both of them chuckling over their friends' insane behavior before falling asleep.
Duo smiled. That had been the first time in weeks that they'd slept in a hotel, and they hadn't stayed in one since. True to their promise to each other, they had found a cabin in the hills of Kentucky to call their own. Only Howard and Quatre knew of its location, and Duo preferred it that way for now. He leaned against the wooden porch post contentedly, his head resting against the sturdy beam. The rustic place was surprisingly comfortable and had been prefect for Heero's recovery. During the day they watched television or surfed the internet together. In the evening Heero read out loud from one of the books they'd brought with them, snuggling by the fireplace together. They had packed all kinds of easy-to-prepare foods, and Duo had arranged for the pantry to be stocked as well before they'd moved in, so meals were not too much of a hassle. All in all, it had turned into a sort of vacation for them – even with Heero complaining about his lack of physical activity. Duo shook his head to clear that thought.
The one thing that they had both enjoyed immensely was the two-person Jacuzzi in the bedroom. It was what had sold them on the place. Heero's injuries had needed the rejuvenating heat it offered, and Duo hadn't protested them relaxing in the massaging water either. The evenings they spent together in the tub were nothing short of paradise. Then again, the king-sized waterbed was pure heaven. Duo groaned; that mattress was the most damn luxurious thing he'd ever slept on. The only consolation he'd have when he left for the road next season was that he had a real home waiting for him – and someone to come home with. That made him think of Heero again, and the braided man closed his eyes, trying to will away his sudden desire to tumble into the bed where the other man was taking his nap, just so he could be close to him.
They had been forced to place their physical relationship on hold since the accident due to Heero's injuries. It hadn't been a problem at first because Heero had been in so much pain that neither one of them had even thought about sex. After the party two weeks ago, things had changed. Heero had regained most of his strength and began trying to talk Duo into becoming intimate again. Although Heero had accepted Duo's reservations at first, Duo could tell that the Japanese man was getting impatient. It had become a point of contention between them for the past week; Heero would try to get Duo aroused, Duo would tell him that it was too soon, and Heero would sulk while Duo hid behind his own cheerful chatter to keep from arguing. Heero kept insisting he was healed enough, but Duo wasn't sure. He didn't think he could hold back if they started fooling around again, and even though he wanted Heero – wanted to give himself to Heero – he had to make sure they would both enjoy it, not have it end in pain.
Duo heard the door open behind him, rousing him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see Heero standing in the doorway. Wearing his worn jeans and a rumpled tee shirt, with his hair still slightly mussed from sleep, the man looked incredibly kissable, especially with that warm expression on his normally serious face. Duo just wanted to touch him, draw him closer so he could feel his body heat, but he resisted the urge. He had to be strong. Maybe in another week they could resume that aspect of their lives. Until then, he needed to make sure Heero got the rest he needed to finish getting well. He loved Heero enough to deny himself. He just had to hold out a little longer.
The longhaired mechanic watched as the open look on his lover's face suddenly changed to something pained before shuttering behind a wall of resolve. Duo knew that expression all too well. He managed to put on a smile, hoping to avoid the argument that he saw coming. "Hey there, sleepyhead. Have a nice nap? Did you take your pain pills? You really shouldn't be out in this cool air without a sweat shirt... "
Heero woke gradually, his body feeling heavy and his mind a little fuzzy. He'd been asleep for a couple of hours, according to the bedside clock. When he didn't see his lover hovering around him, forcing meds down his throat or asking if he needed another pillow, he knew where the other man had to be. The braided mechanic had developed a habit of sorts over the past few weeks. In the evening, he could usually be found standing on the porch, gazing at the sunset, and thinking. Sometimes Duo would share those quiet thoughts with Heero when he joined him. Sometimes Duo would just watch in silence. Those were the times Heero knew that Duo was worrying about him in particular. The dark-haired man frowned at that bit of insight. Duo's concerns were unfounded. Except for some slight pains in the leg that had been broken, Heero had completely recovered. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that Duo kept refusing to believe him. What was worse was that Duo wouldn't listen to him when he said he was physically able to have sex.
It wasn't that Heero wanted to rush into having intercourse. They had enjoyed doing other things throughout their relationship, and he would be satisfied to indulge in those now instead of moving onto something new if that's what Duo wanted. The problem was that Duo wasn't even allowing those other things to be initiated between them. Duo was being over-protective and that was something Heero just couldn't allow. He'd told the other man during the season that he wouldn't let his lover smother him just to keep him 'safe'. That wasn't love; that was fear. It had been so long since the last time they'd touched sexually, and Heero needed to express his feelings that way. This waiting was killing him by degrees, especially since his desire was leading to arousal again. He'd had to take care of an erection three times already this week because Duo wouldn't agree to do anything, and that was going to hurt their relationship if it continued. Heero could understand Duo's reasoning a week ago – he hadn't been able to have sex then – but he was able to now, and he was going to do something about it. Tonight.
Heero got up and made his way out of the bedroom, mind set on hauling his lover's ass back to their bed until they did something that ended with them both climaxing violently. As he walked through the living room, he spotted the painting that Quatre had bought for them as a house-warming present. The fall wood scene complimented the cabin's rich-toned wood and warm furnishings perfectly, and Heero thought about his friends and how they all trusted each other. He'd gotten used to Howard's fatherly affection and Quatre's brotherly devotion, Trowa's quiet friendship and Wufei's proud acceptance, Zechs' sincere respect and Hilde's playful admiration. Heero felt like they were his family now. The trust they had for each other went beyond their jobs, and Heero needed for Duo to trust him in matters of the bedroom like he did on the track. How could that happen when Duo was treating him like a child instead of his lover ever since the accident? They needed to talk, but if Heero tried to discuss it, Duo would change the subject.
By the time he reached the door, Heero was even more determined to make Duo see reason. He took a moment to watch his lover through the glass as Duo rested against the porch banister, violet eyes looking towards the setting sun. The dying light was casting his face in shadow while the slight breeze played with the hair that had pulled free from his braid. Heero felt raw need course through him from just looking at the other man. There was such strength in those wide shoulders, such sureness in that calm stance; such power in the body that Heero wanted more than his next breath. He slid the door open, and Duo turned around to look at him. For a brief second, Heero saw the same need he felt mirrored in the braided man's expression. Just as quickly, that longing had been hidden, replaced with a look that resembled one of a concerned parent. It was almost like a physical blow for Heero, but he pushed aside the hurt it caused and steeled his resolve. He wasn't going to give up without a fight. He loved Duo too much, and if it took him all night, he'd make his idiot lover understand that the only way this was going to work was if they were equals in all the decisions they made and partners in every aspect of their lives. Heero would accept nothing less.
"Hey there, sleepyhead. Have a nice nap? Did you take your pain pills? You really shouldn't be out in this cool air without a sweat shirt... "
Heero could tell the smile was an attempt to distract him. He had other plans. "I'm warm enough, I'm well-rested, I've taken my pain meds, and I feel better than I have in weeks." He paused for a moment, realizing that this was going to take more than him just throwing Duo down on the bed to get his point across. He walked out onto the porch, closing the sliding door behind him. The air was getting cooler, and he was only wearing a tee shirt, but the slight discomfort wasn't as important as what he had to say. Heero looked straight into wary violet eyes and spoke. "I want some kind of sexual contact with you tonight, and if you refuse me again, I'm going to be really upset."
Duo sighed. "Heero... "
"No," he replied, an edge to his voice. He felt his heart ache a little at what he was getting ready to say but went on anyway. "If you don't want me, then just tell me. Don't use my injuries as an excuse to keep from touching me."
"That's not why at all, 'Ro, and you know it!" Duo replied hotly as his eyes flashed at the accusation. "I'm trying to make sure we don't do something that re-injures you. It has nothing to do with me not wanting you."
Heero's gaze narrowed as he spoke. "But I keep telling you that I'm okay, and you keep denying me. What else am I supposed to think? That's not what lovers who want each other do, Duo. They are willing to take chances in order to be together." He dropped his eyes and ran his hand through his bangs. "Listen, I know you're only trying to protect me, but you can't make my choices for me, no matter how good your intentions are. As much as I love you, I can't let you do that. I was injured, but I've recovered, and you have to trust me to know my own limits. It's the same as trusting me to race, only a hundred times more important."
Duo frowned. "This isn't about trusting you."
Heero gave him a level look. "Yes, it is."
"No. It's not," Duo said evenly. "It's about you overestimating yourself for something that can wait."
"I just want to see what how far we can go," Heero argued. "I'd be satisfied with stroking each other to completion, even though I'd like to try more. It really doesn't matter as long as I can be with you like that again." He saw Duo struggling with what he wanted to say, which was a little disconcerting. Still, it was progress; at least Duo was actually talking about it instead of trying to ignore it.
"And what if... what if I can't stop... once we get started? What then?"
The question blind-sided Heero for a moment. He took in the way Duo wouldn't meet his eyes, the way the other man's body had tensed. It then dawned on him what Duo meant, and Heero finally understood the hesitancy. He took a couple steps forward, placing his hand under Duo's chin to force their gazes to connect. "You would never willingly hurt me. Never."
Duo gave him an anguished look. "If we start messing around again, I don't know if I'll be able to control how I respond to you." His face reddened a little at that admission. "It's been so long, and I'm just not sure I can hold back. That's why I've been keeping my distance. It's not that I don't trust you – I don't trust me."
The Japanese driver reached out and caressed Duo's face. "You don't have to hold back. I can handle it."
"I can't let myself hurt you."
Heero's hand slid down to massage the nape of Duo's neck. It was a very sensitive area, and Heero wasn't above using this knowledge to get what they both wanted – what they both needed. "What if we can find a way to make sure it won't hurt me? Would you agree to it then?"
The braided man sighed in exasperation, pulling away, albeit reluctantly. "Heero... damn, it! I can't believe you're trying to talk me into this! We don't know what might happen if we... why can't you understand that it could be dangerous? You were in a fucking coma! The last thing you need is the stress of sex. You need to rest!"
"Why can't you understand that what I need is you?" Heero asked, dropping his hand to clench at his side. He hated feeling so powerless. He wanted to lash out, to prove that he wasn't some child to be taken care of, but a man who would do what he wanted. "I had to jack off in the damn shower this week just because you wouldn't touch me!"
Duo eyes widened. "What?"
Heero felt his own face burn with embarrassment but pressed forward. "I had to masturbate. How do you think that made me feel?" His voice trembled with anger. "To have my lover sleeping with me at night but unable to get him interested enough to at least jerk me off?"
"Heero, you could have blacked out in there or worse!" Duo yelled, his fear evident.
"Those orgasms didn't have any adverse affects on my body," the driver spat, "though they would have been much better with you. I've never felt as lonely as I did, kneeling on those tiles as I came, biting my lip to keep from crying out your name... afraid that you would hear me and be angry... "
Duo leaned against the porch railing again, completely stunned. "I didn't know you were... I just thought it was me who was... I'm sorry... "
"Actions speak louder than words, Duo. If you want me to know that you love me, then show me!" Heero ground out. The hurt at being rejected, for whatever reason, welled up inside him. "I'm tired of being treated like some child. I'm your partner, damn it!"
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," Duo said as he finally gave in and pulled Heero to him.
Heero buried his face in Duo's neck and tried to stop the shaking that had taken over his body. The endearment should have made him furious under the circumstances, but it was something Duo had called him since they'd become lovers and calmed him instead. "You have to trust me," he said softly. "You have to let go of this fear. We're supposed to be partners, on the track and in the bedroom, remember? You have to let me be that person."
Duo tightened his hold. "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't realize that this was affecting you like this. I thought you were making a big deal out of it because of me, and all I wanted was to make sure you were going to be okay first. I damn near lost you, Heero, and I don't want to do something stupid that ends up making things worse."
Heero took a deep breath, feeling the tension of the past week fade. "I won't let that happen. I swear to you."
They held each other for a while before Duo moved his face so he could look at Heero. "Okay. I believe you." He took a deep breath and then smirked in a way Heero remembered distinctly. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
Heero felt his heart leap, but he wasn't satisfied with that proposition. "No." Duo gave him an incredulous look, and Heero smiled. "I want to share my body with you. It's more than just sex."
Duo nodded, completely understanding what his lover was saying. "You're right. Always has been."
"I'm glad you see things my way," the Japanese man replied, gripping his lover's waist tightly. "How about we... "
"We're going to take this slow," Duo told him in his 'I won't take any shit from you' tone.
Heero frowned but then sighed in resignation. "Okay. If it helps you feel better about it, then I'm game."
Duo gave him a pleased look. "You're going to let me do all of the work. I don't want you wearing yourself out. You have to be honest with me about your body's abilities, or this will not work." That was something he wouldn't compromise on.
Heero assessed his own condition quickly since Duo was being reasonable. "My leg can't handle some positions, so we'll have to find one that's comfortable for both of us. My ribs are still a little tender too, so we have to be careful with how you grip me."
Duo began to relax a bit, realizing that Heero was taking him seriously. "And you're going to tell me if there is any pain. I'm not kidding either, Heero. Any pain at all, and you'd better call it off. Understand?"
"Yes," Heero promised solemnly, even as his pulse began racing. It had been so long...
They stared at each other again for a few seconds, and then Duo smiled. It was a real smile this time. "I guess we can start with what's familiar and see where it leads us," the braided man said, and then his smile turned into a grin. "And I have an idea of how we can have full-blown sex if you'll listen to me and do what I say."
Heero smirked. This was going to be good. "I'm all yours, sexy," he replied, rubbing himself against his lover. They both groaned in pleasure, and a moment later, Heero found himself being pulled towards their bedroom.
As soon as they entered the room, their mouths met in a kiss that spoke of the passion that had been building for weeks between them. Duo moaned, relishing this feeling that he'd missed more than anything he could remember. Although they'd shared a bed, he'd been careful to keep things comforting instead of arousing, and had managed to wake up before Heero for the past few days to avoid the 'morning wood' issue. Grateful to not have to worry about that anymore, Duo got them over to the bed, intent upon putting his plan into action. He broke the kiss, but Heero leaned forward and took Duo's lips again, aggressively insisting that they continue. The braided man laughed as he pulled away, thinking Heero looked adorable the way he was glaring.
"Hey, why don't you lie down and let me put some music on? Then we can get serious."
Heero nodded, his expression clearing. Just the feeling of Duo's body against him made him flush with pleasure. He was already so aroused that he knew this was going to be over way too soon, so it might be a good idea to slow down a little. "Don't take too long or I'll start without you," he threatened amiably while beginning to take off his clothes.
Duo smiled and shook his head as he turned to their stereo. He was still a little wary of what they were going to do, but he couldn't deny Heero's desire like he could his own. He knew which song he needed to set the atmosphere for what they were about to do and pulled it from the tower. Flipping open the case, he placed the disc in the player and put the song on auto-repeat. Trying to shake his nervousness, he took a few deep breaths before turning back around to face the man he loved. The music calmed him as it began.
//Pearls and swine bereft of me. Long and weary my road has been//
Heero slid into bed after taking off his tee shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs. He watched as Duo began removing his own button-down shirt and cargo pants, the music a nice counterpoint to the motions of the braided man's body. Heero knew this song; it had struck a cord with him when Duo had played it for him the very first time. He didn't know what the writer had intended for it to mean, but for him it was about living without boundaries – a fitting thing for Duo standing there in nothing but his boxers. Heero let his eyes roam over the man's amazing body, and "Please," came out of his mouth before he could even think. He was rewarded with Duo taking off the last piece of clothing.
//I was lost in the cities, alone in the hills. No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel, yeah//
Duo pulled his boxers over his narrow hips, stepping out of them to stand nude in front of his lover. He could feel Heero's desire all the way across the room. How had he not noticed that the other man was ready for this? His eyes took in the firm erection that indicated how much his lover wanted him, and Duo vowed then to do everything he could to not let his own fears take over his common sense if Heero ever got hurt while racing. He would make a conscious effort to not get so wrapped up in taking care of Heero that he failed to meet the other man's sexual needs as well as his physical ones. Right now, he was going to make that up to his lover. He began singing with the song as he knelt on the bed, hovering over Heero's incredible naked body seductively.
"I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway. I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky."
Heero smiled. "Damn right." He reached out and pulled Duo down to him, lips meeting in a flurry of need. They both gasped when Duo settled on top of Heero, skin and hardness touching and rubbing. Hands moved over each other's bodies, tongues thrusting as hips ground together. It was almost enough to take them both over the edge then and there – almost. Both of them were panting when they finally broke apart.
"So what do you have in mind?" Heero asked breathlessly, wanting more than what they were doing.
Duo grinned as he reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out an unopened tube and new box of condoms. "Wanna know what it's like to slide into my driver's seat?"
Heero felt his erection pulse at that offer, but he hesitated. "I don't know if I... I mean I can't be on my knees for that long a period of time... " He expected Duo to call an end to it all at that point, but the other man just laughed.
"Oh, I think I can wait for that when I test drive your little, red corvette," he replied with a wink. "Why don't you just lie back and enjoy the ride, baby? I think autopilot will do just fine this time around."
"Smart-ass," the Japanese man grumbled, feeling his face redden a little at the implication. Oh hell, he shouldn't be embarrassed, but for some reason, this felt like the first time they'd done anything together.
Duo reached out and caressed Heero's cheek. "Is that okay?" Worried violet eyes met sheepish blue ones.
"More than okay," Heero reassured him. "It's just been a long time... "
"It's just me, 'Ro," Duo told him, leaning in to give him a kiss that quickly had them both remembering old times.
Heero let it all go. This was his Duo, the man who had given him blowjobs in the pits and let Heero jerk him off all over Wing. What they were getting ready to do was another expression of how they felt about each other. There was nothing to worry about. "Okay, sexy. How am I going to... lube you?" He couldn't help the smile that found its way onto his face or the way his blues eyes glinted with humor. He'd forgotten how good teasing could be.
The braided man grinned in response before opening the tube and squirting some of the slippery stuff onto Heero's fingers. "Do you mind having my tailpipe in your face for a while?"
Heero blinked. Now there was something he'd never thought he'd hear in this context. He shook his head, amused at his mechanic lover. Leave it to Duo to talk shop during sex. "Just tell me what to do, Shi-chan."
Duo kissed his nose. "Funny. Keep that up, and I'm going to call you 'little 'Ro-'Ro'. Just push in a finger and use it to stretch me." He looked down at Heero's arousal and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, not so little, but you get my drift. Probably will need two fingers at least." The Japanese man smirked as Duo swung his leg over to get into position. Duo then looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Contents under pressure. Proceed with caution."
Heero slapped him on the ass. "Idiot. Shut up. You're breaking the mood. This is supposed to be a tender moment of sharing, not a bawdy porno."
Duo's laughter rang out, but it soon turned into a groan as Heero quickly spread the firm globes, opening the other man up to his searching gaze. Heero loved the banter, but it was time to get on with it. The tight entrance beckoned to him, and Heero couldn't resist its call. Carefully, he pressed his finger against the quivering muscle and slid the tip inside. The feeling was indescribable. Warm, moist suction pulled the digit further in, devouring his finger to the first knuckle. He paused, waiting for Duo to protest any pain, but all he heard was another groan. He proceeded to stretch his lover while Duo encouraged him with moans and shudders of pleasure. When he managed to get two in, pulling them apart easily, Duo jerked away, turning back around to straddle him.
"I'm ready. Let me get your 'racing helmet' on and get you into position," the longhaired mechanic said, as he grabbed a foil square and the tube of lube.
Heero chuckled. "Gentlemen, start your engines."
Duo gave him a look and unrolled the latex onto his erection. Then he quickly rubbed the lube on the condom. "We don't have to use these all the time. I just thought it would be good for our first experience, so no one has to run to the bathroom to get cleaned up. We can be messy next time."
Heero choked back a moan at Duo's touch... and at the fact that the supplies had been purchased with their first time in mind. Duo never ceased to amaze him. He reached and pushed the stray hair from his lover's braid behind Duo's ear as the other man moved and placed Heero's shaft his entrance. Then Duo was bearing down with his own weight to begin the penetration. The song Duo had chosen had already repeated more than once, but the Japanese man didn't mind. Duo was whispering the words being sung as Heero entered him for the first time.
"Friends and liars don't wait for me. Cause I'll get on all by myself."
"Never by yourself. Never again," Heero sighed out.
Duo smiled. "I put millions of miles under my heels, and still too close to you I feeeel... oh yeah!"
Heero watched Duo's face as he felt himself being taken into the other man's body. It was incredible, consuming – so many things he couldn't even express. His hands went to Duo's hips to steady him, allowing his lover to still control the rate of entry. This was the most intimate thing he'd ever known, and he knew then that he'd never be able to be without it again. He'd never considered himself a sentimental person, but his mind suddenly took him back to when he'd first met Duo, when he'd first kissed him, when he'd first touched him as more than his driver, and when he'd first known that he loved the mischievous and amazing Duo Maxwell. It seemed to overwhelm him, and he couldn't keep from letting Duo know the depth of his feelings.
"I love you, Duo. So much more than I want to," he whispered, as Duo finally claimed every inch of him, settling against his groin. Heero could feel his heartbeat inside Duo, and it was like coming home.
// I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway. I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky//
Duo could see those feelings in Heero's eyes. He held onto them, like the gift they were, and smiled at his lover happily. "Love you too, 'Ro. So much, baby. And I'm going to show you," the braided man panted out.
// I am not your blowing wind. I am the lightning. I am not your autumn moon. I am the night, the night//
They began moving together. Duo set the pace; rising up and down, his body enveloping Heero over and over again. Heero thrust up into each downward plunge Duo made, his hands grasping the other man's hips to establish a rhythm. Sweat rolled off both of their bodies, adding to the sounds of skin rubbing against skin, and muscle sliding deeper into muscle. For all of their initial foreplay, their stamina seemed to last forever, each movement taking them higher and higher. It was more than just sex. Both of them had known that all along. After all they had been through, even fast blowjobs would never just be sexual acts for them. There would always be the unspoken words of "Love you", even when it was a hard fuck in the pit closet or a dirty hand-job on the bus. Nothing could change that, and as their thrusting turned frantic, their voices mingled with that of the singer, his words becoming their promises to each other.
"Yeah, I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway," Heero moaned. He was so close. He reached down and began stoking Duo as he continued to snap his hips up into the warmth of the other man's body.
Duo felt his own climax approaching and increased his pace. "I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky."
Heero gazed up at him. "Well, I am not your blowing wind. I am the lightning."
"I am not your autumn moon. I am the night," Duo groaned as he threw his head back, completion taking him.
"The niiiiight!" Heero yelled as he felt his own orgasm claim him. He thrust up as far as he could into Duo as his passion erupted from him in what seemed like never-ending streams. "Oh, Duo!"
"Yeeeeeah!" Duo cried out with the song as he came, his warm seed pulsing out over his hand and Heero's chest while he continued to ride his lover's shaft almost feverishly. "Yeeeeeah... 'Ro!"
They were both shaky and sweaty when it was all over, but as Duo lifted himself up and rolled to Heero's side, they shared a smile of satisfaction. Duo reached into the drawer and pulled out a pack of wipes, gently removing the used condom and cleaning Heero off before he did himself. When they were both relatively 'sticky-free', Heero opened his arms and Duo collapsed against him. They lay content in each other's arms until Heero began snickering.
Duo groaned and pulled back to look at his lover. "What's so funny, Yuy?"
"If that's autopilot, I can't wait to go to manual," Heero said with a grin.
Duo laughed. "Oh, you think we can make some modifications to increase the pleasure output?"
Heero leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. "Why don't we see about a side position so you can borrow my 'cockpit' and find out?"
Duo was beyond protesting, though he knew it would be a few minutes before his 'little death' would be operational again. "Sounds like my kind of challenge. Start me up and drive me wild, baby!"
It would be another hour before they lay panting in the aftermath of another incredible race with their hormones. Duo would fuss at Heero to take his pain meds because the other man's leg was bothering him from the strain of their activities, Heero would make Duo switch sides with him to get out of the 'wet spot', and they both would laugh at the other for complaining about the need for 'a new gasket for their tailpipes'. They would then snuggle together in the bed that would become their most prized possession for years to come, and finally the driver and his mechanic would drift off to sleep with visions of race cars whirling in their heads, the words "Boogety, boogety, boogety" echoing in their ears, and the promise of championships waiting for them at the finish line.
They would have pleasant dreams indeed.
The End
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