21-Aug-2000
since my angsty 5x1 will *not* write itself (::slap!:: bad fic! no supper for you!), i hereby present you with this happy 3x1 pwp. enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Sunrise, Bandai et al own GW, Otis invented elevators, and I own nothing. Suing would be pointless.
WARNING: yaoi, language, PWP, citrus, majorly OOC
NOTE: this happens after EW, and assumes that everyone works for the Preventers- not that that actually touches upon the ::cough:: plot
/=thoughts
*=emphasis
Heero and Trowa leaned against the hallway wall, each wearing expressions of resignation and contempt. Trowa, slightly restless, sighed and turned to Heero. "And *how* long have we been here?"
Without opening his eyes, Heero said "One hour, 15 minutes, and 42 seconds." The corner of his mouth twitched in his version of a smile. "I can break it down into nanoseconds if you want."
"Oh *God* no." Trowa sighed again. "Lady Une had us pulled off-mission, thrown on a chartered shuttle, and dragged halfway across the galaxy for... what? To hold up this wall?"
"Hn. And apparently keep this portion of the floor from rising."
"Then our mission is a success. There is *nothing* in this hallway that's going anywhere." Trowa glanced in irritation at the door to the meeting room, still firmly closed. "Another 15 minutes, and I'm leaving regardless, and Lady Une can fu--"
He broke off as the door opened, and Lady Une herself stuck her head out. "Trowa, Heero, I cannot apologise *enough* for this. But our esteemed directors" -she rolled her eyes as she said this- "feel they don't have enough background information to appreciate your reports. They want you to come back tomorrow at noon." She bit her lip. "I'm *really* sorry." She shrugged her shoulders in a 'what can you do' motion, and disappeared back into the meeting room.
The two boys exchanged glances, Trowa muttering under his breath. Heero couldn't hear what he was saying, but he'd bet it was something the mercenaries had taught him.
"Forget it, Trowa. Let's go back to the hotel and eat."
They both picked up their briefcases, and walked down the hall towards the elevators, Trowa loosening his tie as he walked. /I'm *not* wearing this outfit tomorrow, respect be damned! Quatre should be here, in a suit. He *likes* the damn things./
He glanced at Heero, walking slightly ahead of him. /And who would have thought *Heero* had something to wear that wasn't spandex? Granted, it's not a suit, but it *is* a dress shirt and chinos and. . .oh my God./
Trowa's eyes widened as he stared at the huge hole in Heero's pants. /Damn! Right down the seam. When did *that* happen?/ He quickened his pace and caught up with Heero.
"Heero?"
"Hn."
"You have a hole in your pants. A *big* hole."
Heero moved his hand to the back of his pants, using his fingers to gauge the size of the hole. It was large, starting at the waistband and extending down almost to the crotch. His expression didn't change, but he *did* look up and down the hallway, to see if anyone had noticed.
Trowa stepped up behind him. "I don't think anyone saw. We spent most of out time with our backs to the wall. Look. I'll walk behind you, and I'll hold my briefcase right in front of your ass. We can fix it when we get back to the hotel."
"Whatever."
They walked to the elevator, Trowa walking a little closer than really looked normal, but then, there was no-one there to notice. Trowa was amused to see a faint blush on Heero's face. /Relena Peacecraft hanging all over him, he doesn't bat an eye. But one little hole in his pants.../ He stifled a laugh.
"I heard that, Barton."
Trowa rolled his eyes. "So? What are you going to do, Yuy? You make a move, I'll drop the briefcase."
Heero growled, but luckily they reached the elevator before the arguement could escalate. Heero viciously pushed the button, three times in quick succession.
The door opened and they stepped inside, Heero quickly moving to the control panel. The building they were in was one of the oldest in the colony, built when space was at a premium. That meant everthing in it was small, *especially* the elevators. This one was barely twice the size of an airplane lavatory. It always left Trowa with a vaguely claustrophobic feeling.
Suddenly the elevator shuddered to a stop, lights flickering. Trowa glanced at Heero, who has a slight smirk on his face.
"What did you do, Heero?"
"I took the elevator's main power and security off-line. That means the cameras aren't working, and we won't move unless we want to." He turned and thrust his ass at Trowa. "Now see if you can do something about that."
Trowa's eyes narrowed. There had been an odd tone in Heero's voice, almost. . .teasing. /If *Duo* had said that, I'd think he was coming on to me. But Heero?/ He shook his head and looked at the hole.
There *really* wasn't enough room to bend over. With a silent prayer that Heero wouldn't end up killing him, Trowa dropped to his knees behind Heero. He was so close to Heero's ass that his eyes crossed, trying to focus.
"Heero, you're too close. Could you move forward?"
"Not really."
"Well, I can't do *anything* like this. There's not enough room."
"Just a second."
Heero moved until he was facing the corner of the elevator. He put each hand on a railing and leaned into the corner. "There. There should be more room on the diagonal."
Trowa scooted into the opposite corner. He was still close, but at least he could focus now. With a start, he realized that the flashes of white he had been seeing through the hole were *not* Heero's underwear, but his pale skin.
/You'd think that would chafe/ Trowa thought, as he reached out and grabbed the torn cloth. He pulled, but the gap would not close. Unfortunately, Heero's pants were a little too small. /Probably why they ripped in the first place./ He pulled again, his fingers grazing the contours of Heero's ass.
Trowa looked up at Heero, puzzlement evident in his green eyes. Heero had a slight tremor running through his body, and that noise he just made. . .it was almost a moan. /Hm. *This* is interesting./
Trowa decided to test his theory. He leaned in close to the hole and exhaled slowly, mouth wide, breath moist and heated. Heero's trembling increased. With a slow smile, Trowa leaned even closer, his tongue darting out to trail along the cleft of Heero's ass.
Heero jerked, his breath escaping in a hiss, but he still didn't speak, or turn to face Trowa. /Oh, I see where *this* is going. You want this, but you want it to be *my* fault, *my* reponsibility. Fine. But if it's my fault, we do it *my* way./
Trowa put his hand between Heero's legs, and suddenly cupped his erection- /Gotcha!/ -roughly pressing Heero's hips backwards until his mouth was buried in the firmness of Heero's ass, tongue laving and licking, teeth nipping, nuzzling. His hand alternately rubbed and cupped, dragging along Heero's full length, the roughness of the cloth adding to the almost unbearable friction.
"Nnngg- aahh!- God!" Heero broke and turned, looking down at Trowa, his eyes dark with desire. He moved a hand from the railing, reaching blindly. Trowa quickly slapped it back in place.
Keeping his hand firmly on Heero's, Trowa stood up, dragging his mouth along Heero's spine, biting, breathing, dampening the cloth in a heated trail. Once standing, he used his superior height to angle in under Heero's collar, licking and scraping his throat, using his teeth to lightly tug on Heero's earlobe.
Heero moaned and leaned back, arching himself shamelessly against Trowa's hard length. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the green-eyed boy's cloth-covered erection grinding against the naked skin of his ass. Heero tried again to turn, and once again, Trowa stopped him.
"Oh, no, Yuy," he whispered hotly, his tongue tracing the whorls of Heero's ear between words. "We do this my way, or not at all. That means" -quick bite to the neck- "you keep your hands on the railing" -slow suck to the underside of the jaw- "and don't move. If you move" -scrape along the vertebrae of the neck- "I'll stop. Do you *want* me to stop?" Trowa stepped back, completely removing himself from Heero.
Heero trembled, his breath coming in quick pants. His skin felt electric, on fire where Trowa had touched it. /Stop? Oh, God, don't stop, don't stop, don't *ever* stop!/ "Don't. . . stop . .now!" he growled, his head dropping in submission.
Trowa chuckled as he stepped against Heero, molding their bodies together. "Good! Well, then, since we're in a confined space, let's do this in a... confined manner."
He pressed even closer to Heero, rotating and thrusting his hips in slow counterpoint to the sucks and bites he lavished on Heero's neck, throat. He reached around Heero and began unbuttoning his shirt, stopping after three buttons. Heero hissed in frustration.
"Patience," Trowa said, drawing his teeth along Heero's cheek. "We're *confined*, remember?" He slid his hands through the small opening he had made in Heero's shirt, hands gliding over taut muscles, thumbs brushing lightly against nipples.
Standing on his toes, Trowa arched his neck and captured Heero's mouth. It opened as Heero moaned. Trowa swallowed the moan, sending his tongue to explore the warm cavern of Heero's mouth. Tongues tangled and slid, twisting, tasting, touching again. His hands roamed the contours of Heero's chest. /Gotta love a guy who doesn't wear underwear./
Suddenly Trowa increased the pace, his hips thrusting hard, fiercely; kiss deepening; nails scraping down the stomach hard enough to draw blood. Heero jerked wildly, back arching. "God, Trowa!"
Trowa smiled to himself as he removed his hands from Heero's shirt, his smile widening at the sound of Heero's anguished moan. Trowa quickly unbuckled his pants, dropping them to his knees. He leaned into Heero, the full length of his aching erection pressed into the cleft of Heero's ass. Heero's breath caught and stuttered. He thrust himself back into Trowa, knowing only that he wanted, *needed*, more.
Trowa put his hand in front of Heero's face. "Lick it," he said, his voice low and husky. Heero complied eagerly, tongue swirling across the palm, sliding up every finger. Trowa shivered, increasing the movement of his hips.
When he felt it was wet enough, Trowa brought his hand down to his own erection, coating it. He shoved his hands through the hole in Heero's pants, spreading his cheeks. Quickly, brutally, he thrust himself into Heero, burying himself completely.
Heero screamed and arched up on his toes, almost leaving the floor. It *hurt*, red-hot, searing, but it also felt so good, so *full*. He relaxed, and the pleasure increased, swirling through him like a whirlpool.
Trowa reached around Heero and put both hands on Heero's erection, grabbing him through his pants. Simultaneously rubbing and squeezing, Trowa pushed Heero back in time with his thrusts, deepening his penetration.
Trowa's hands on him, Trowa inside him, each time hitting that spot, it was too much. His vision clouded, spots danced before his eyes. Arching one last time against Trowa, Heero screamed and orgasmed, drowning in a sea of ultimate pleasure.
Trowa felt the cloth under his hands get wet, felt the internal tremors, and followed Heero, filling him with his hot seed, screaming his release into Heero's hair.
They remained that way for a few moments, leaning into each other, breathing heavily. Slowly, shakily they disengaged, and began refastening their clothes.
It took Heero three tries before his shaking fingers could re-button his shirt. Breathing deeply, he turned to the control panel and restarted the elevator. It shook and then continued its descent.
Trowa turned to Heero, a troubled look in his eyes. "You know, we just made things worse."
"Hn?"
"Well, the hole's even *bigger*, and now you have a wet spot."
"Oh. Well, my briefcase can cover the front, and as for the back. . ." Heero propped his briefcase on the railing, opened it, and took out a neatly-folded sports coat. He shook it out and put it on, turning to show Trowa. "See? Completely covered."
Trowa was slightly shocked. /He had that the whole time? You mean he planned. . .he *planned* . .?/ He found he couldn't form a coherent thought.
The elevator door opened, and Heero stepped out into the lobby. He turned to look at Trowa who was following more slowly, still somewhat confused.
Heero winked.
END END END
that's it. what do you think?
i promise- someday, one of my fics *will* have a plot. really.
hyuy
just a one-shot kind of gal
(:./hyuy/elevator)
