24-Dec-2004
Title: You Wanna?
Author: Mookie
Pairing: Duo/Heero
Rating: NC17
Word count: 1,505
Warnings: graphic m/m sex, humor, some Christmas-type sap
Notes: Inspired by Sharon's quest for lemon recs and a pic posted by Nix on lemon_advent on LiveJournal.
Heero groaned and arched his back as cold fingers played with his erection. His eyes flew open and he turned his head to the side to see Duo leering at him.
"Morning wood, Heero?" He wrapped his hand around Heero's arousal, making him hiss again at the cold.
"You could let the water warm up before washing your hands," he complained.
"I could," Duo acknowledged, rubbing his thumb around the tip of Heero's cock, swirling the droplets of clear liquid that were already forming there. "Or you could turn up the thermostat." He slid the arch of his foot along Heero's shin, earning him a glare as another point of cold contact was made.
"You know," he said, slipping his hand from Heero's quivering length to cup his sac, "one way to fight the cold is to share body heat." His middle finger crept lower, toying with the ridge of flesh behind Heero's balls.
Heero bit his lip as he felt the circular motion of Duo's fingertip, nudging between his buttocks slowly. Duo leaned over Heero, some of his hair falling over his shoulder and tickling Heero's biceps. He shifted position slightly in order to reach the entrance he sought and massaged the ring of muscle.
A low moan escaped Heero and he reached up to catch Duo behind the neck, bringing his face down for a kiss. He thrust his tongue inside, teasing the roof of Duo's mouth with its tip, and he bucked his hips as more of Duo's hair spilled over his shoulder. It was now grazing that sensitive spot on Heero's neck where it met his shoulder. He would almost swear that Duo's hair had a mind of its own.
Duo's own erection was poking Heero in the leg. "So," he mumbled against Heero's lips, "you wanna?"
Heero's fingers tightened at the nape of Duo's neck and he answered with another clash of tongues and teeth. His hand raised over his head and he searched among the pillows for the lubricant they'd used the night before.
He felt the tackiness coating the tube and pulled it from beneath Duo's pillow - the one he wouldn't share with Heero under any circumstances because it was just the right combination of down and goose feathers - and tried to open it one-handed. Served him right for buying the generic version that didn't have the flip-up cap.
Duo took the lube from Heero's hand just as he'd managed to get it opened and the white cap fell into the sheets. Heero knew that he'd be annoyed by that later, but at the moment, with Duo's lips fluttering over his jaw, he didn't care if they'd lost yet another cap in the bed. He was sure someday, when they moved out, they'd find a colony of tiny white soldiers along the wall in defiance to any number of vacuum attachments.
Speaking of which, Duo's mouth was working its way down Heero's chest, slowing down near his navel before continuing its southern journey.
Heero's fingers tangled in Duo's hair even before he felt the lips around the base of his cock. It felt like Duo was wrapping his tongue around it and he a tremor ran through his body. His hand clenched and he bucked his hips. This was almost his favorite part. Almost. Duo's finger, now slick with gel, was seeking entrance. The head of Heero's cock was against the back of Duo's throat as the first finger slid inside him.
When the second one was added, Duo crooked his fingers, stroking inside of Heero and making his lower body lift off the mattress.
"Shit," Heero hissed between his teeth. "Duo... "
"Mmmm?" Duo's mouth was still occupied doing wicked things to Heero's shaft.
"Duo!" Heero uttered a short stream of curses as his prostate was massaged again, and he pulled Duo's head up from what it was doing, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Entrance fee paid," he growled. Duo's lips quirked into something a cross between a wicked grin and a leer, and he withdrew his fingers, only to raise Heero's legs and hips and run his tongue along the cleft of Heero's ass.
"That's-" Heero gasped. "Disgusting." His words lacked conviction, and he closed his eyes and lifted his chin into the air as Duo continued his oral worship, the tip of his tongue prodding gently before he sat up and let Heero's legs fall to either side of him.
Heero's nostrils flared as his eyes met Duo's, and he lurched forward, seizing Duo by the chin and devouring his mouth. Duo sucked Heero's tongue into his mouth and ran his hand through Heero's hair, leaving a streak of glistening jelly in its wake.
When their lips parted, a small line of saliva joining their bottom lips for a second, Heero bumped Duo's forehead with his own, then turned around and leaned forward, pressing both hands flat against the mattress.
Duo hastily squeezed a large amount of lube into his hand and slathered it along his length, then got into position. He guided himself into Heero, releasing his breath between his teeth as Heero's body opened up to him. Once his balls came to rest against Heero's ass, Duo wrapped his arms around him and kissed the spot between Heero's shoulder blades.
"Don't just... stand there," Heero rasped, earning a chuckle from Duo.
Heero actually enjoyed this feeling, the closeness they shared during sex. The way it felt to have Duo fill him, not physically so much but merely that they were joined in a way that was markedly different from their relationships with others.
Then Duo leaned back, pulling Heero into an upright position, and he fluttered his tongue along Heero's neck. It was awkward, this position, but Duo favored it for the fact that he could easily splay his fingers along Heero's abdomen, that he could choose to fondle Heero as he rotated his hips behind him, or he could run his hand up and down Heero's ribcage. He could feel Heero clenching his inner muscles, urging Duo into action.
It was Duo's hands at work on his cock that brought Heero to climax, that along with the nipping kisses placed along his shoulder. It was Heero's body clamping down on Duo's length that caused him to follow soon after. His teeth sank into the juncture of Heero's neck and shoulder and he wrapped both arms around Heero's chest, breathing heavily.
Heero's hair was in his face, and one of the ends poked him in the eye. From the way it felt he was sure he'd just gotten an eyeful of lube.
He kissed the top of Heero's head and sighed contentedly.
Heero was in front of the window, cleaning out his ear with a cotton swab, when Duo joined him, a towel wrapped around his head like a turban.
"It's snowing," Heero said.
Duo tugged at the towel and began rubbing his hair between the folds of the towel. "Snow? It doesn't snow on the colonies."
Heero pointed out the window, and Duo squinted to see beyond the reflection of the room. He came up behind Heero and peered over his right shoulder, noticing the small red mark he'd left there inadvertently. His eyes flicked toward the paned glass, but all he could see was that something was falling from the sky. It could have been rain or sleet or hail, as he pointed out to Heero.
Heero shook his head, the ends of his hair brushing Duo's nose as he did so. "It's snow."
They both watched it for a while, then Heero turned to Duo and tilted his head toward the window.
"So," he drawled, "you wanna?"
Ten minutes later they were walking outside to the courtyard of the apartment complex, wearing shoes and jackets not meant for this sort of weather. Heero had wound a striped scarf around his neck, earning a comment from Duo about his resemblance to a candy cane and a promise that he looked good enough to eat. They came to a stop and stared at each other. Duo watched flakes of snow catch on dark lashes and didn't miss the look of unconcealed excitement in Heero's eyes. In unison, they tilted their heads back and watched as the snow drifted to the ground. Duo hesitantly raised a hand overhead as if to catch one of the flakes, to see if they were all unique as he'd heard, only to find it melting in his hand upon contact.
Heero took half a step closer to Duo until their shoulders were touching.
"They are," he said. "But nothing like you, Duo."
Duo's hand fell to his side. The fingers of his other hand laced between Heero's.
It was probably a glitch in the climate controls. As he'd told Heero, it didn't snow on the colonies.
Heero squeezed his fingers lightly in return, and Duo smiled up at the frozen crystals.
Or maybe, he thought, there was such a thing as a little Christmas magic.
The End
(:./mookie/wanna)
