08-Jan-2005
Title: Something Blue
Author: Mookie
Pairing: Heero/Duo
Rating: NC17
Word count: 3,864
Warning: m/m sex
Notes: Unofficially written for GW
Yaoi/Yuri Wedding ficathon; inspired by a request made by angelachibayuy on LiveJournal.
There was no such thing as love at first sight.
That's what Duo had decided. It wasn't always love that he'd felt for Heero. Always something, yes, but not love. That had come later. The funny thing was that it had come before the sex.
Only Duo hadn't known it at the time.
"Fucking stubborn bastard," Duo muttered as he watched Heero carefully slide the unit into place in the dashboard of his station wagon.
A station wagon. Where the hell Heero had found one wasn't half as intriguing as why he'd even want one. Nobody, not even people with families, went with those anymore. Mini-vans, sport utility vehicles, and hybrids among the three of them had replaced the descendant of the "depot hack" - a bit of trivia he got from Heero - long before the first colony was built, and Heero's couldn't even be considered attractive as a classic car.
And Heero Yuy wouldn't let anyone else touch it, not professionals, not friends, and not Duo.
Duo snorted as Heero turned the keys in the ignition, looking immensely pleased with himself as the stereo came to life.
No, Heero didn't like anyone touching his stuff. Why the hell he'd want to install a high tech stereo system in a vehicle that Duo wouldn't admit to ever having set foot in was a mystery, much like the man himself.
It was Heero's look of unabashed joy that made Duo forget how much he hated Heero's car and agree to take a ride to the lake.
"The lake" - that was Heero's euphemism for going to get a milkshake and then hanging out on the open tailgate eating something fried, greasy, and covered in powdered sugar.
He hadn't figured out all of Heero's little tricks, but he was getting there.
They sat on the tailgate, Heero's foot kicking at the gravel as he tried to avoid wearing more of the powdery confectioner's sugar than he was eating, when Duo said something that made him laugh. Inhaling a lung full of sugar had Heero coughing, his eyes watering as he tried to speak. He finally was able to croak out "I'm OK" and flash a weak grin while Duo sat there shaking his head.
Heero's tongue flicked out and caught the white powder on his lips and he discarded the rest of his funnel cake, licking his fingers thoroughly on the way back and wiping them on his jeans before taking a seat next to Duo again.
Duo couldn't remember when this had become a regular occurrence, his joining Heero on excursions to the little ice cream and hot dog stand that was only open in the summer. This was the second, no, the third summer they'd done this. It was the second since Heero had gotten the station wagon.
It was their fifth summer on earth.
That seemed like it should have been cause for celebration of some sort, only it really wasn't in either of their natures to benchmark things like that. Duo wondered briefly if his companion had realized it as well, but then Heero turned around and crawled into the rear seat of the wagon, climbing over the middle seat and leaning over the back of the front seat to turn up the volume on the stereo.
Duo grinned to himself. Heero always had been a bit on the flashy side.
Duo looked at the rolled up sleeping bag sitting on the floor near Heero's sneakers, and then up at Heero, who seemed to have suddenly found a new hobby in alphabetizing the coupons he'd clipped from the newspaper, then changing his mind and sorting them by aisle of the supermarket.
"Going somewhere, Heero?"
Heero nodded as he started separating the coupons into various stacks. Duo walked over to the kitchen table and snatched the one nearest him. "You do realize," he drawled, "that this one's expired?"
Heero stopped what he was doing and looked up at Duo sheepishly. "Yeah," he replied, ignoring Duo's second question. "The lake."
It took Duo a moment to realize that Heero actually meant the lake itself and wasn't referring euphemistically to another location entirely. He was tempted to prod Heero for more information, but in his experience either Heero would be glad for the excuse or he'd withdraw, depending on if he really wanted Duo to know.
He tested the water by commenting that he had a sleeping bag almost identical to Heero's, and just like that, they were on their way, first to Duo's to pick up the sleeping bag, and then to the lake.
Just like that.
How they'd managed to be sprawled out in the back of the wagon, fastened at the lips with their hands down each other's pants, was another story.
The song that had been playing when Heero's lips had wrapped around his cock never ceased to make Duo's stomach flutter every time he heard it afterwards.
Things remained fairly unchanged between them. They never spoke about what had happened in the back of the car, but whenever either of them mentioned the lake it had a whole new euphemism behind it.
It was their sixth summer on earth. As had become a fairly regular occurrence, they were up against the wall. Duo's body was pressed against Heero, his lips fastened to Heero's neck when Duo was struck with the realization that he'd stopped seeing other people months ago. Heero's fingers were still in Duo's hair, urging him to continue kissing that pulse point Duo had zeroed in on, before it dawned on him that Duo had stopped for more than a chance to catch his breath. Panting, he released his grip on Duo's head and leaned his head forward, only to have Duo take a step backwards.
"What exactly are we doing here, Heero?"
Heero licked his lips but said nothing.
"Heero?" Duo prodded.
Heero cleared his throat and looked away. "We were making out."
"Yeah," Duo said, "we were." He turned away from the wall and walked toward the couch, dropping into it with an internal sigh. "You ever wonder why?"
Heero leaned a shoulder against the wall, arms crossed and head bowed, the classic Yuy posture for "I don't want to talk about it." Duo sighed audibly this time.
Fuck. There was no reason why he should be struck with a sudden bout of conscience. This was Heero, and any changes to Duo's social calendar were entirely Duo's fault.
Not that he'd had a particularly full one to begin with. That was one more thing he and Heero had in common.
He beckoned Heero to join him on the couch, and as soon as the other man sat down, Duo's hand dropped to Heero's groin, massaging him through the denim and nuzzling at Heero's neck. Life was fleeting, and so were life's pleasures. As long as they were both enjoying themselves, there was no reason to call it quits.
That was the first night he and Heero actually fucked.
Heero was just finishing an oil change when Duo stopped by after work. He wheeled his creeper out from under the front of the car and looked up at Duo with a surprised expression.
"I was just passing by," Duo offered lamely, shaking the bag of take out food at Heero.
Heero recognized from the colored rectangles around the bag the restaurant the food had come from, and it was nowhere near his apartment. He pulled a rag from his pocket and wiped off his hands, then flipped the straps of his overalls off his shoulders. They bounced against his ass as he walked toward the garage.
Duo's hands rolled the top of the bag tightly as Heero washed his hands, noting the way the tank top clung to Heero's back when he reached overhead for the paper towels. He could almost picture the scratches he'd left in Heero's back, even though they must have faded by now.
There was something about watching Heero eat, Duo realized during their meal, that was damned seductive. He wondered if Heero did it deliberately or if it was an unconscious thing. It was hard to imagine that anything Heero did wasn't well thought out in advance.
He bit his lip. Like, for example, the lake.
The sound of Heero setting down his knife and fork snapped him back to the present. The back of his neck felt warm and he turned his attention to his own meal, hoping that Heero wasn't going to ask.
Of course he knew Heero would.
"Is everything OK, Duo?"
"Just thinking."
There was a moment of silence, and then Duo's cell phone rang. He excused himself and flipped open his phone on the way to Heero's living room.
It was Quatre, calling to apologize for having to reschedule his trip to earth on account of one of his sister's dragging him with her to meet Mark something or other, an actor cum singer who was performing at a benefit and would be doing autographs afterwards.
Just before he hung up, Quatre hesitated. "Duo, is that going to be all right with you?"
"Of course," Duo scoffed.
"Where are you right now?" Quatre asked suspiciously.
"Where else?"
Duo could almost picture the furrow between Quatre's eyebrows as he tried to figure out why that was a problem, or if it was a problem at all.
"Answer one question, and I won't tell my sister she'll have to find another escort."
"That's blackmail."
"I prefer to think of it as tactical strategy."
Duo lowered his voice and turned toward the wall as he agreed.
"What exactly are you doing?"
'What exactly am I doing?' Duo's lips moved, echoing the question silently. He felt a prickle of apprehension along his spine as the words sounded hauntingly familiar. "I'm having dinner," he said, then flipped his phone closed. He looked up and saw his reflection in the mirrored tiles behind Heero's couch, breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn't tried to explain to Quatre something he couldn't explain to himself.
"Duo," Heero moaned as a second finger entered him.
Duo thrust them in and out rapidly, blinking sweat out of his eyes before lowering his mouth to Heero's erection. He breathed through his nose as he attempted to take more of Heero's cock in his mouth. He pulled his fingers out and added a third, ramming them in as hard as he could and applying more suction to Heero's length.
It was the way Heero squirmed on the bed that had him abandoning his plans for lengthy foreplay and slathering lube on his own arousal before lifting Heero's legs over his shoulders and nudging against his entrance. Once the tip of his cock found it, he snapped his hips forward quickly, sheathing himself in a single move.
Heero's back arched off the bed and his mouth fell open. He never could keep his eyes open during sex. Duo was never sure if he should be insulted or flattered, but then his own eyes started to drift shut as he pounded into Heero, fingers digging into the backs of Heero's legs as he focused only on the way Heero's body felt around him. Tight, hot, and slick with lube, and right now it was his.
It never lasted long enough for Duo, and when his balls tightened and he came inside Heero, he shuddered, then opened his eyes and let Heero's legs drop to the side. His cock slipped out of Heero as he stood up and walked toward the bathroom to take a shower.
He stayed under the warm spray until it ran cold, and unlike most nights, this time Heero was fast asleep when Duo returned to bed.
"Thanks so much for doing this," Heero's next door neighbor enthused. "I didn't want to be late for my appointment."
Heero nodded to her and began jacking up her car in order to replace the tire that had lost its retread and was once again flat. At least she had a real tire and not one of those ridiculous 'donut' tires that cars usually had. He didn't much care for her watching him work, but at least she wasn't hovering over him, probably because she had the baby monitor receiver in her hand and kept looking up at the nursery window. She kept tapping it into her palm nervously
It was then that both Heero and his neighbor realized that the baby monitor crackled, and then a male voice was clearly heard. She dropped it in alarm and raced toward the house, and Heero stared at the receiver in shock.
Unlike the panic stricken young mother, Heero knew it was picking up a conversation from a nearby cordless phone.
" ...taking it... seriously... " Duo's words were hard to make out over the static, but there was no mistaking his voice. " ...sex?... none... business... "
Heero couldn't help smiling a little despite the fact that he could feel his cheeks grow warm, knowing who the conversation was about. He started at the lug nut in his hand.
At least he assumed he knew who Duo was talking about. There really never had been any discussion about monogamy; it was just something Heero had taken for granted.
He was reaching under the van for the missing lug nut when Duo's next words, broken, barely audible, and eerily echoing Heero's thoughts, reached his ears. Heero hit his head against the underside of the vehicle before the woman returned looking both embarrassed and relieved.
She had her infant in her arms, however, and began chatting at Heero while he finished replacing her tire.
After she'd thanked him for the fifth time and driven away, Heero took the station wagon to the lake and spent the rest of the night sitting on the hood with the front windows open. The strains of music from a single CD, set to repeat, wrapped around him as he stared up at the starlit sky.
It was the night of a full moon. Heero didn't think he'd ever get tired of the way it looked from earth.
The next morning he called Duo just to hear his voice.
Duo nipped at Heero's lower lip and traced kisses over Heero's chin, planning to continue in this manner from neck to abdomen to groin, when the fingers in his hair held firm. He barely had time to flick his eyes to Heero's when Heero drew Duo's face down for another kiss.
Heero slanted his head to the side and thrust his tongue into Duo's mouth, tracing the roof of his mouth before wriggling it along the length of Duo's tongue. Duo gave up supporting his weight with a palm on either side of Heero's head and worked one hand under Heero's shoulder before rolling to his side. One of his legs slid between Heero's and he could feel Heero's erection pressing insistently against his own. He ground their pelvises together and moaned into the kiss.
Heero gasped in response, giving Duo the opportunity to slip his own tongue into Heero's open mouth. He loved the way it felt, his tongue slicking against Heero's, the warmth, the shared saliva, the taste of Heero. Afterwards he found it a bit messy, and often needed to wipe his lips and chin off, but there was something about the smacking sound of their lips and the feel of Heero's breath in his mouth that turned him on more than any amount of fondling did.
He loved the way Heero tried to say his name in between kisses, muffled as it was, the attempts sending tiny vibrations against Duo's lips. He swallowed the word eagerly and dug his fingertips into Heero's back.
The moment the need for oxygen forced them to separate, Duo's mouth moved to the hollow beneath Heero's Adam's apple. He dipped his tongue into it and swirled it around, eliciting another series of groans from Heero and a few references to a deity neither of them believed in.
Heero dragged Duo's mouth up again, eagerly exploring the warm cavern and moaning loudly as Duo rotated his hips, brushing the underside of Heero's balls with his cock, the head slipping between Heero's sweaty thighs on occasion.
The moment Duo's tongue pushed Heero's back into his mouth and followed, Heero's arm tightened around Duo and he moaned again, the two words he attempted to utter completely lost in their kiss.
Duo realized his stomach was wet and sticky at the same time he heard Heero sighing quietly in contentment. He rolled onto his back and wrapped both arms around Heero, squeezing tightly.
They both needed a shower, but it could wait.
Heero was in the middle of pouring coffee when a pair of warm arms snaked around his waist, pulling Heero's body flush against Duo's.
"Good morning," Duo growled into Heero's ear, flicking his tongue against the lobe before his lips caught at it. He sucked on it gently and ground his erection into Heero's backside.
Heero set the coffeepot down and dropped his right hand over Duo's, where the fingers were splayed against his abdomen, and tilted his head back on Duo's shoulder. Duo abandoned Heero's earlobe and placed open-mouthed kisses along Heero's neck. His left hand slid up Heero's bare chest, tweaking lightly at his nipple before a rumbling in his stomach reminded him that he had other appetites that needed to be addressed as well.
The arm around Heero's waist wasn't relinquished, and Duo put his chin on Heero's shoulder, thinking perhaps breakfast could wait after all.
"Move in with me."
Duo nuzzled the side of Heero's neck. "Why stop there?" he asked, nipping lightly at Heero's shoulder. "Let's get married."
He could feel Heero's abdominal muscles contract under his arm before Heero's head turned at an awkward angle to meet Duo's lips with his own. Duo's fingers buried themselves in Heero's hair, and just like that, they were engaged.
Just like that.
Heero ran a finger under his collar. It had been Quatre's fault, he thought. Indirectly, at least.
He tugged at the sleeves and finally risked a glimpse at his reflection. He hoped Duo approved of his wardrobe choice, because he'd given it a lot of thought before deciding on something that was both appropriate for a wedding and would indicate just how very serious he was about their commitment.
He looked in the mirror again. On the other hand, perhaps serious wasn't exactly the impression he'd be giving showing up in this get-up.
Heero ran a hand through his hair, cursing as he realized it was even more tousled than usual. With both hands, he fussed with it again, then stopped. Duo had always liked the way his hair looked. He'd not expect Duo's hair to look any different other than woven into its familiar braid, so there was no reason why his own locks should be tamed into a rigid style, making him look like someone he wasn't.
At least from the neck up.
It bothered Heero, when he'd tried to compose the words he wanted to say to Duo later today. Traditionally, the ones that he'd found that held the most meaning to him were written long ago, with the bond between a man and a woman in mind. Many of them had references to child born of their union, something that would never apply to them.
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. These were things that applied to a bride's wardrobe, at least that's what Heero assumed. Quatre had only mentioned it because he'd been in charge of obtaining these things for at least three different sisters.
Something borrowed. Heero's finger was under the collar again. He was rapidly regretting following through on an idea he thought would show Duo that there were no lengths to which he wouldn't go to for Duo and for Duo alone.
That was the least of his worries, he realized half an hour later, when the serpentine belt he'd meant to replace the week before snapped halfway to Duo's apartment complex. Dressed as he was, he couldn't very well fix it now, even if he'd had the tools he needed in the wagon.
A horn honking had him whipping his head around. A blond man stuck his head out the window and took in Heero's attire. He stroked the goatee on his chin and looked at Heero thoughtfully, then grinned. "Need a ride?"
Heero didn't have to be asked twice. He slammed the door shut behind him and kept his gaze on the space of floor mat between his feet.
"Where were you headed?" his Good Samaritan asked. After Heero mumbled out an answer, the other man chuckled. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll get you there on time." His foot pressed down on the accelerator.
Heero straightened in his seat when the complex was in sight, straining to see if anyone they'd invited was going to be witness to his arrival. He breathed a sigh of relief when the driver pulled around to the back parking lot.
"Thank you," Heero said, reaching out his hand.
"Scott," the blond man grinned as he accepted the handshake. "Glad I could help, and congratulations... "
"Heero."
"Heero," Scott repeated, his grin growing even wider. "Duo's a lucky man, Heero. Be good to him, will ya?"
Heero nodded and slammed the door behind him as he hurried toward the apartment's courtyard. He paused, watching as Scott's car left the parking lot, and wondered when during the drive he'd mentioned Duo's name, then turned and resumed his hurried pace.
The look on Duo's face, shocked, amused, and if Heero wasn't mistaken, touched as well, made all the efforts to get here worthwhile.
Duo struggled with Heero's zipper, cussing more colorfully than Heero had heard in a while, and then cool air greeted Heero's back as Duo succeeded in lowering it.
"You could have knocked me over with a feather when you showed up in this thing. You know everyone thinks you lost a bet to me."
Heero grunted as he pushed the mutton sleeves off his shoulders, stretching gratefully as the bodice slid to his waist, the lacy sleeves dangling behind him.
"You know that no matter why you did it," Duo said, nuzzling the back of Heero's neck, "I'm going to say that it was just to tell me which position you wanted for our wedding night."
Heero wanted nothing more than to kick the accursed garment off, but he had to return it in the morning. He hooked the padded hanger on the top of Duo's closet door, then draped the train over the back of a chair to keep it off the floor.
He wondered if Duo was going to be able to stop laughing after he'd realized Heero was wearing possibly the rattiest pair of boxer briefs he owned.
Heero placed the shoes he'd bought the previous day next to Duo's, and he slid into bed with his partner for life.
He looked deep into Duo's eyes and kept them open as they made love that night.
Tonight, they would both share something blue.
The End
(:./mookie/blue)
