05-Jul-2000
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I am poor. This fic is for entertainment only and has lime/lemon. If you can't deal, don't read.
Trowa awoke to the feel of hands roaming over his naked chest. The last thing he remembered was driving the escape vehicle after Heero got the information from the base. On his way out the Perfect Soldier had run into some trouble and been discovered. Trowa had tried to lose their pursuers on a snow covered forest trail. He had missed a turn and the pair went off a cliff. The hands must mean they had been captured.
"Trowa," a voice above him said. It was Heero's voice. "If you are awake, perhaps you would like to help me warm you up."
Trowa opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Heero and he were in what appeared to be a shack. Both young men shared a worn blanket as their only source of heat. It was then that Trowa felt how cold he really was. A second thought jolted his awareness further. His clothes were gone and a very naked Heero was straddling his hips.
"What happened," he managed to whisper. He felt so tired.
"You fell out of the car. I found you in the snow. We need to get your core body temperature back up or you could go into shock." Leave it to Heero to sum everything up concisely.
"And the reason you took off our clothes?"
"I needed to use my body to warm yours."
It was a very simple explanation, but it didn't explain the hard flesh Trowa felt digging into his thigh. Over the years, Heero and he had become friends; they shared a trust and understanding of each other that only their lovers could match. Before Duo and Quatre, the pair were briefly lovers, yet they never felt complete together. There were times the two quiet fighters wanted to share the beauty they'd found in their lovers, but both feared hurting Duo or Quatre. The look in Heero's eyes told Trowa more than warmth would be shared with the Japanese man. A shiver of anticipation ran through his body.
"Still cold, Trowa?" Heero questioned softly as he began to rock his hips gently.
"Yes," Trowa moaned softly. Heero chuckled.
"I know a very effective way to increase body temperature," the Japanese pilot purred. "Would you like me to show you?"
"Please," Trowa whispered softly, his eyes never leaving Heero's.
Heero smiled. His hands began to run slowly down Trowa's body. The touch skimmed along the tall man's skin, so gentle that it could hardly be felt. It was like a feather drifting over his body.
"Heero," Trowa's tone voiced his complaint. The other pilot smirked.
"First, I need to know your internal temperature." Heero's voice was clinical, as if he was giving a lecture, but the look on his face set the tall pilot's blood on fire. Blue eyes consumed green with their inferno as Heero slowly inched his face towards Trowa. Finally, the Asian fighter claimed Trowa's mouth even as a finger plunged between his legs. Expecting pain, Trowa tensed, but instead, the intruder slid easily into his body.
Heero swallowed his lover's amused laugh. Did he really think Heero would start something if he wasn't prepared? Deciding laughter was not the response he was looking for, the Perfect Soldier went to step two.
Breaking the kiss caused Trowa to moan in protest; he was enjoying the feel of his partner's tongue exploring, but Heero ignored him. "Now that I know you core body temperature, I need to stimulate you." He punctuated his statement with a sharp jab of his finger, striking a place within Trowa that caused the man's back to arch off the ground; a strangled cry issuing from him.
"Did you like that?" Heero asked adding a second finger to the invasion of his lover's body. Trowa could only nod weakly as the sensation of being filled and stretched sent him writhing. Smiling, Heero bent over and licked one stiff nipple and began to kiss his way lower. By the time a third finger was inserted, the European pilot was making small whimpering sounds.
"Would you like to know what the last step is, Trowa?" Heero rasped letting his lips running along the underside of Trowa's erection as he spoke.
"Please, please, Heero." Trowa gasped. Only one thing mattered to Trowa and that was ensuring Heero helped him reach completion. He needed. So badly. Only Heero had ever had the patience to drive him this far. Briefly, the thought of what he did to Duo passed through his mind. It would have to be something interesting.
"The final step, my love," Heero removed his fingers and pushed the long legs under him far apart, "is me, fucking you into next week."
Trowa's cry shattered the silence of the cabin as Heero entered him in one smooth thrust. The Japanese pilot only paused for a short moment knowing his lover was fast to adjust and began a slow rhythm. Both had forgotten how good they were together. Their bodies fit so well and each knew what to do in order to drive the other crazy.
Trowa rose to meet Heero's thrusts. He clenched his muscles around Heero every so often; the feeling forced a low groan from the other pilot. It was a game they once played together; each trying to drive the other over the edge first. Sensing Heero getting closer, Trowa sat up abruptly straddling the other pilot's lap and driving his lover deeply inside him even as he clamped down on the invader.
"Trowa, you bastard," Heero managed to hiss. He was too close now; this round would go to the taller man. Accepting the loss, he wrapped a strong hand around Trowa's erection and began to stroke along its length.
Each young man became lost in sensation as they found completion in a fiery explosion of pure pleasure. For long minutes, the two lay intertwined, gasping for breath and attempting to regain control of themselves. The Japanese pilot came back to himself first and once more pinned the taller pilot under him.
"We have to find a way to get Quatre and Duo to join us," he said wearily.
"Mmmm," Trowa agreed. There were so many delicious things they could do to their lovers. Perhaps Heero could teach Quatre a few things. His blond lover was very inventive, but there were times Trowa just wanted to be taken. Hard and fast. Heero was a master at driving people crazy. The feel of Heero growing hard within him pushed all plans aside as the two started their game again. In the end, all worries about the cold were forgotten and Heero won three out of five times.
The End
So what did you think? I am not entirely happy with this, but then I suck at 1X3. I am sorry it is out so late. I know I said Saturday, but I kept making changes. I even made a few seconds before writing this part. So how did I do guys?
Phoenix
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