20-May-2001
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 3x1
Warnings: Lemon of the yaoi variety. Near rimming incident, if that squicks you it's very brief. If any of it bothers you then please skip this story.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: This is not really a sequel to anything. If it HAD to be a sequel to any of my other stories, it would have been to the PWP fic, Another Day.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Heero was packing his bags in silence. Trowa sat across the room glaring at him.
"I still think it's stupid that I can't come with you, Heero," Trowa said in a sulk. He hated sulking, it was against his nature, but he was pissed.
"Regulations. You know that, Trowa," Heero said softly as he pulled out some shirts from a dresser drawer near where his lover sat.
"Regulations that only you and Une seem to agree with. 'Significant others should be prohibited from working with each other.' That's just asinine. You realize that, don't you?" Trowa sighed as he watched his lover on his hands and knees looking for a pair of shoes in the back of the closet--his lover's firm butt and muscular legs displaying themselves nicely in the rather snug jeans he was wearing. "We've always worked perfectly together. I just don't see the logic behind it."
"It makes perfect sense, Trowa. If couples are working on a case and it goes badly and one gets hurt everything gets compromised," Heero said as he sat up with his treasure of running shoes.
"Ah, but having your partner working with someone else and getting hurt is better?" Trowa asked.
Heero brushed against his brooding lover. "It's a calculated risk." Heero walked over to the bed and started folding the clothes and placing them in the suitcase. His back was to Trowa and occasionally he would drop an item to the floor and bend down slowly to retrieve it. By the time Heero had dropped a pair of socks, Trowa started laughing.
"Heero! Are you trying to seduce me?" Trowa said between snickers.
Heero turned to Trowa and glared. "You're certainly slow on the uptake. How did you get into the Preventer's again?" He asked with a hint of humor.
Trowa rose from his chair and walked over to his love. "I think it was either my skills or my influential friends."
Heero pulled the slightly taller man to him and kissed him. "Given how slow you are, it must have been the friends." Before Trowa could protest he pulled him in for a hard kiss, full of passion.
Trowa's hands slid down Heero's back before settling inside the back pockets of Heero's jeans. He pulled his blue eyed lover closer to grind into his hips. Heero moaned.
They pulled back from the kiss and smiled at each other. "Is there time?" Trowa asked breathlessly.
"Plenty. Why do you think I've packed so early?" Heero smiled. "Calculated risk."
Trowa unbuttoned the shirt Heero was wearing and slowly caressed the sculpted chest that lay beneath the fabric. "For once, a calculation I like," Trowa said huskily. He pulled the shirt gently off Heero's shoulders while kissing, licking and nipping the man's neck.
Heero whimpered softly and began yanking the t-shirt Trowa was wearing up so he could touch Trowa. Trowa stopped his ministrations long enough to pull his shirt completely off. He returned to nibbling on Heero's neck, while Heero teased his lover's nipples into hardened pebbles. Heero pulled away from Trowa's kisses to gently suck on those one of the nipples. Trowa gasped and could feel Heero's smile against his skin.
Trowa began to pull Heero towards the bed, knocking the still opened suitcase and clothing to the floor. Heero frowned, "I'll have to repack that now."
Trowa kissed him quickly. "Don't worry, I'll help you." Trowa reclined on the bed, pulling Heero on top of him. His hand ghosted down to Heero's jeans, while the other played in Heero's messy locks pulling him closer for a kiss. Tongues mingling in an easy rhythm with one another, moans being the only sounds in the room.
Trowa slid Heero's jeans and underwear off in one fluid motion. His hand seeking and finding the hard erection, weeping for Trowa's touch. He began stroking the cock in deliberate slowness, as he began to unbutton his own jeans.
Heero was too quick for him. He had already unbuttoned the fly of Trowa's jeans and was pulling out the treasure within. He briefly sat up to finish pulling his jeans off of his legs and to completely remove Trowa's pants as well. Once both men were completely bare, he straddled Trowa and began an odyssey of kissing every square inch of the man. He pushed the long auburn bangs out of his eyes, sweetly kissing Trowa's forehead, eyelids, nose and cheeks. The kiss on the lips was long and lingering before moving to his earlobes, jaw and neck.
Trowa squirmed, sighed and moaned with Heero's journey upon his body and soul. His hands were lovingly stroking Heero's thighs and rear. Occasionally one of them would grind their arousals into each other, eliciting deeper moans. Trowa flipped them over and began a worshipful journey of Heero's body. He reached under the pillow looking for the tube of lubricant. That wasn't there.
Heero smiled. "Sorry, I didn't think we'd be on the bed, not with the suitcases and things. I figured we'd be on the floor." He flipped himself towards the foot of the bed reaching underneath it to retrieve the lube. "A calculated risk that misfired," he said laughing. As he pulled himself up to his hands and knees, suddenly he felt Trowa's arms around his waist.
"It's fine with me, I enjoyed the view greatly," Trowa husked out as he began a trail of wet kisses down Heero's back. Heero shivered in both pleasure and anticipation. Trowa kneaded Heero's buttocks, sometimes kissing and nipping the small tight globes.
Heero felt lost in sensations, gasps and moans being ripped from his somewhere deep inside himself. Desire so overwhelming his head could not hold itself up. As he looked down and saw Trowa's arousal curved up his belly he thought to himself he could almost reach it if he leaned back a bit more. So he did lean back slowly, the tube of lubricant tossed back towards Trowa lightly as he grabbed Trowa's cock, licking the dew off of the tip before taking the thick member into his mouth to start a slow, but powerful suck.
Trowa arched his hips off the bed. "Gods! Heero!" Trowa gasped surprised. He continued to nibble on the beautiful buttocks before him. He saw where Heero had tossed the lube and he started to reach for it before an idea struck. It was something he had never done before and thought he would never want to do, but he was feeling adventurous today. That beautiful pucker was presenting itself to him so sweetly, that he thought he would try. He pulled Heero closer to his face and tentatively traced around the outline of Heero's anus with his tongue.
Heero jumped, pulling his mouth off of Trowa before he accidentally bite him. That was a new sensation. "Trowa?"
"Did you not like it?" Trowa asked, concerned.
"It was unexpected," Heero said breathlessly. "Try it again, and I'll tell you."
Trowa repeated the motion, ending it with a little flicker over the hole.
Heero gasped. "It's strange. It feels good, but it also kind of tickles."
"Do you want me to stop?" Trowa asked, not believing they stopped what they were doing for a discussion.
"Don't stop," Heero said as he resumed his attentions to his lover's cock, trying to bring things back to the fevered pitch of before.
Trowa flicked his tongue once more over Heero's entrance. Now that the mood was almost broken he wasn't sure he wanted to complete the act by plunging inside the pucker. His brain told him to try it at another time and he reached for the lube.
With slickened fingers probing into Heero, Trowa was having a difficult time not giving into the pending orgasm he could feel rumbling inside himself. Finally happy he had Heero ready for him, he pulled the bobbing boy off his erection. Heero flipped himself around quickly and kissed Trowa. Heero grabbed the lube, squeezed some on his hands and roughly stroked the gel on Trowa's throbbing member. Finally he reached down to hold Trowa as he made sure he was aligned properly before slowing impaling himself.
Both men groaned in pleasure. Heero at the sensation of being filled and Trowa at the tightness of the warm heat. Once he was fully seated on Trowa, he held the position for a moment before he started to move. Slowly and shallowly Heero raised and lowered himself on Trowa. Savoring all the sensations before moving in a faster more deliberate pace. Trowa's hips rose to meet every flex of Heero's hips as the man would descend. Trowa pulled him down for a deep kiss.
Knowing the end was approaching soon, Trowa reached down and began stroking Heero's neglected erection. He watched in wonder looking up into the beautiful face, blue eyes glazed and yet bright and shining beneath the eyelids that were drooping.
"Mmmm Trowa," Heero gasped out before he surrendered to his passion, releasing thick seed over both to them.
The chain reaction was sudden as Heero's insides clamped tightly around Trowa making him quickly follow Heero to oblivion, with a sharp cry. His seed releasing deep inside Heero. Heero collapsed on top of Trowa, trying to slow his breathing down, enjoying the smell of sweat and sex coming off their bodies.
"How long will this assignment be again?" Trowa asked.
"Three weeks," Heero sighed.
"That's too long you know," Trowa chided. "I'm going to come up on weekends."
Heero laughed. "You work the weekends, Trowa and I will be also."
"Don't care. I'm going to be there whether you like it or not," Trowa said calmly, hugging Heero tightly to his chest.
Heero sighed allowing himself to melt in the embrace. "Une won't like it."
"You know what? She can just kiss my..."
Heero laughed again but put his hand over Trowa's mouth. "Temper, temper," he smiled. He kissed the still protesting lips before saying, "Let's get a shower then help me pack again, ne?"
Trowa nodded and gave his love another kiss. "I guess you're right. But I think you and the Preventer's need to rethink that calculated risk theory." The two men headed off to the shower, stepping over the clothes laying on the floor that would have to be packed again.
OWARI
(:./babaca/calculated)
