Author: Elyndys
Pairing: 2x1 in this part
Warnings: Well, if the title doesn't give you a clue... lemon, PWP... ^_~
Disclaimer: If I owned GW, I would be happy. I am happy. But to draw the conclusion that I own GW from those statements would be to affirm the consequent, and would therefore be an invalid argument. See?
Notes: Sorry this took so long! It's nearly three times as long as parts 1 and 2 and I don't quite know how it got so vast... @_@ but still, I hope you enjoy! ^_~

Oh, and a special note to Ineke... I hope you haven't forgotten... ! ^_~

Kink Week + Part 3: Monday

I was just sitting in our room watching TV when I was surprised to hear him come in. I twisted round to face him. "Heero! You're back early."

"Yeah." He shrugged off his jacket and sat down next to me, his tone and expression suggesting he didn't want to talk about it.

Ah well, I'd find out sooner or later; I'd work on him. For now I was content to sit quietly with him, glad I'd sat that bit further away from the TV so I could sneak glances at him without him noticing. It was something I'd become proficient in, Heero-watching. Or, to be more specific, secret Heero-watching; I could never let him find out. I wasn't going to risk our friendship over this; I would be content with it, if it meant I could stay with him. I could live with not touching, as long as I could look. And god, was he something to look at! He was the most sought-after guy in college; but, in some small way at least, he was mine. My roommate, best friend... and the unsuspecting object of my affections. More than that; I was head over heels for him. It had started out as a crush, simple lust ≠ after all, the guy was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. But then, sharing a room with him, I'd got to know him, and I'd fallen, big time.

And, the real kicker; just as my luck would have it, he was straight. He wasn't the type to brag, no, but I knew he had girls swooning over him and chasing after him all the time; he went out with most of them. I didn't remember there being a weekend, in the two years we'd roomed together, that Heero hadn't had a date. It always seemed to be a different girl, though; he never saw them more than a few times. And I didn't think he was a player either, he didn't show off about his conquests or any of that shit. I thought he was genuinely trying to find someone he liked a lot. I'd say I was too, and that explained my own dating habits; but the ironic thing was, I already had, and I couldn't have him. Anyone else was just to take my mind off my situation, and have some... fun with. Heh. Heero knew I was gay ≠ I think quite a lot of the college population did ≠ but I was thankful it didn't bother him, and I was free to be as close to him as I could get, given the circumstances. I watched him go out with his girls and tried not to let it get to me: after all, he'd not found the right one yet...

Which reminded me, it was a date he'd been on earlier; I wondered again why he was back so early. I decided to gently try again.

"So... wasn't she good enough for ya?"

Heero snorted. "I guess not."

I "Tch"ed sympathetically, though inside I was feeling the pathetic hope of those who know their situation is hopeless. I summoned all my jovial cheer, trying to be friendly and nonchalant. I nudged him with my elbow and winked. "What was it this time? Wasn't she putting out?" An inner me wanted to hit myself for my morbid curiosity.

Heero snorted again. "Oh, no. That was the problem. She was." He sighed; I got ready to ask further, but for once he didn't need prompting. "That's all they want from me ≠ sex. They don't want me - they want to go with Heero Yuy, the captain of the basketball team, the guy all the girls want."

I was shocked. Heero was having to fight them off! "And... " I tried tentatively "You don't want to, y'know, take advantage of that once in a while... ?"

"No! I want someone who wants me for me, someone who actually wants to get to know me before they get into my pants."

Oh Heero, if only you knew.

"They're all just so shallow." He shook his head, a sour expression on his face.

I was still digesting this development; I was still a little incredulous. "So... you reject all these girls... Does that mean you've... never actually slept with one?"

He looked at me sharply, as if to see if I was mocking him; but I was only curious. To save myself the misery of an answer I didn't want to hear, I'd never actually asked him about his exploits before. I'd just... assumed.

"Yeah." He was apparently satisfied my interest was genuine.

I nudged him playfully. "Well, I'm even with you on that score at least."

He gave me a half-glare. "That's not the same." He paused a moment, and I waited for him to speak again. "You ever slept with a guy, though?"

I was slightly surprised. "Well... yeah."

"More than one?"

"Umm... yeah... " Where was this going?

"... What's it like?"

I wasn't expecting that, either. Usually straight guys were less than interested in hearing about the, er, ins and outs of gay sex. Still, I guessed Heero was just showing an interest, as a friend.

As such, I couldn't resist answering with a leer. "Great!" I waited a moment to see his reaction; he was still wearing the expression of mild curiosity, so I pressed on, an idea forming in my wicked mind... "I mean, I went out with this guy who gave the best blow jobs. The things he could do with his tongue... He could get you real close, real fast... then keep you there for hours. Or at least, that was what it felt like at the time... " I smirked in remembrance; just because my heart pined for Heero didn't mean I was never sexually attracted to another guy. I had needs just like anyone else; and I was counting on playing on Heero's.

I cast a surreptitious glance across at him, just to see if my plan was working; and sure enough, he shifted, very subtly. I mean, I was getting a little warmer myself; but knowing Heero was feeling the same was a very exciting thought. I mean, I could pretend it was me that was for; that it wasn't just because I was talking about the s-word to an s-word starved virgin.

Still ≠ I was fully prepared to take advantage of any opportunities I could. I laughed in a carefree way. "I mean, none of them's been that Special someone yet... but it's fun while it lasts." What was I saying?!! I might be giving him stupid ideas. "If fun's what you want. I mean... " I smiled, looking at him curiously. "If you never take up any of those girls on their offers, don't you ever get" I leered "lonely?" I congratulated myself on my choice of euphemism: I was a pro.

Heero knew just what I meant. "I... guess so but... " He was looking even more uncomfortable now, in more ways than one.

I pressed on mercilessly. "... But you... take care of it yourself, yeah?" Hell, I knew I did, when I didn't have a current partner. I couldn't live in the same immediate area as hero, who had a habit of walking round wearing tank tops or ≠ I mentally whimpered ≠ sometimes no shirt at all, without spending some serious time alone, lost in thought, as it were. Usually with the door locked and a box of tissues handy.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye; I could tell he was still unsure as to my motives, but he nodded once. The mental images were doing nothing to alleviate my own situation; I found myself suddenly assaulted with the image of Heero, overcome with need, reaching down to unfasten his too-tight jeans... I suddenly felt the urge to cross my legs, and wisely followed it.

I was fascinated now. I slid a fraction closer to him on the sofa. "Don't worry, Heero, we all do it. We all get the same urges, only... " I waited till he turned to look at me. "It's just, that's not the same thing as doing it with someone else."

He was eyeing me curiously.

"The thing is" I edged even closer, reaching for the remote with my free hand and switching off the TV "when you do find the girl you want to go all the way with, you want to be able to... satisfy her, don't you?"

Heero looked at me, still with the same expression of slight perplexity.

"See, the thing is, if you don't get into the right... habits, you won't be able to last the distance. I know from experience."

"... 'Right habits'?" Ah, he'd caught on quickly!

"Well yes. I mean, if you take it too fast, when you're alone, that's all you'll be able to manage when it, er, comes to it with someone else." I'd turned my body towards him now, so I was facing him with my arm on the sofa back. He was thinking, I could tell.

"... I see; so?"

Bingo... "So," I went on expansively, "you need the right sort of... practice. Training."

"Training?" He sounded a little incredulous.

I grinned. "Yeah, you know, for... stamina. Just like in sports."

"... And how exactly would I go about doing that?"

I grinned wider. "Well, you know, I'd be willing to help you out, if you wanted... "

His eyes widened. "Duo, you know, you're my best friend and all, but, you know I'm not gay... "

I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, it doesn't make you gay just cos we fool around together a little! Loads of straight guys do it. It's just a way of... y'know, relieving some tension!" I gave him a look which I hoped conveyed my intention of ĎAnd I'm pretty sure you have plenty of that'.

"And this will make it easier for me to" he blushed, just the tiniest bit, but it was more than I'd ever seen him do before "last longer when I'm with a girl?"

"Yeah... if you do it enough." Man, I was good.

He was considering it, I could see. I knew from a swift glance at his lap what conclusion he'd come to in the end, though. I congratulated myself on my skilful plan!

Sure enough, he turned to face me. "What do I have to do?"

Oh, yes! I practically rubbed my hands together with glee. But I kept my cool, leaning in towards him with the most seductive expression I could manage. "Well... " I slid a hand onto his thigh, not too far at first but enough that I could get a good feel of his muscles "first things first, mm?" I pretended not to know he was already aroused ≠ I know Heero had his pride. I knew he wouldn't have wanted me to think of him as a pent-up bundle of hormones that needed release; even though it was that very fact that my plan was counting on. I stroked his leg sensually, speaking softly right by his ear. "Just relax, Heero." This was the difficult part, timing it just right. I eased myself still closer to him, trying my best to ignore the heat that had gathered itself between my own thighs and was getting more and more intense. He was breathing just a little harder now, and it was making me feel even hotter. Slowly, slowly... I edged my hand up, letting the warmth from my closeness, and the anticipation of what was to come, do their work on Heero.

He didn't say a word... he didn't look at me... but I thought it was about time I moved this on. I could see he was hard ≠ well, I'd known that for several minutes, even though I'd pretended not to ≠ and I took a moment just to... look, before I slid my hand into his lap to cover his erection.

He hissed in a breath quietly, and I almost moaned aloud. A strong tremor of desire struck through me, just at the feel of him under my hand; it certainly seemed like he had nothing to be ashamed of in the size department. I squeezed slightly, giddy with pride at his moan. I loved being the first to touch him, the first one to make him feel this way. I rubbed slowly, varying the pressure of my hand; I was amazed how much it was exciting me, just touching him! I was practically vibrating from the tension. It was almost voyeuristic; I was just an onlooker, getting off on watching his pleasure. His face was so expressive; I was enthralled, watching his expression reflect all the new sensations I was giving him. I'd always found it enjoyable, stroking a guy through his clothes: there was that naughtiness, that tease, that not-quite-obviousness... and this was just perfect.

But I was greedy. I wanted to give him more, if only for my own wicked desires. I knew, by this time, that he wouldn't object if I undid his fly like so and slipped my hand in like this, under the waistband of his boxers...


Oh, god... his little cry as I touched him sent shivers up my spine. His cock was big, and hot in my hand; I noted with excited satisfaction the wet spot on his underwear as I pulled it aside, exposing him, under my palm, to my lust-filled leer. I couldn't help staring, I was so hard I was ready to come in my pants just from touching and looking at him.

I stroked him slowly at first, but firmly, wanting to draw it out, and wanting to find out what he liked best, so I could give it to him. I felt like I was burning up from all the need that was building and building inside me; but I would resist my own desire: I wasn't sure how Heero would react to that yet. If necessary I'd just have to take care of it later... from the way I was feeling, I knew just this was going to fuel my fantasies for months.

Heero moaned louder, and I increased my pace a little, switching hands so I could explore further: I gently rubbed his balls, cupping them in my palm through his boxers. He was still wearing his trousers, so it was a bit restricting; but I was determined to change that quite soon.

I was feeling quite restricted myself; god, I was going to have to do something soon! No amount of thinking unsexy thoughts could ever will this away. I had used to try and control myself, when I first had these feelings for Heero... but then I realised it was much more fun not to. My imagination could come up with many highly entertaining scenarios; but this was better than any of them. I was already feeling so whimperingly turned on that I knew however this turned out, whether with Heero or by myself after we were done, the ensuing experience would be... intense.

I could tell Heero was getting close now; he was moaning softly, more often than before. I felt a rush of pride and arousal at my achievement ≠ it hadn't taken very long for me to get him to this point. Still, I had to keep this in perspective ≠ this was his first experience with anything except his own hand. It was bound to be disproportionately exciting. I felt his cock swell further in my hand ≠ god, that feeling... I looked at him, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open just a little... He was so gorgeous, poised on the edge of orgasm like this: I wanted to see him like this over and over again, if only because it made me hotter than hell!

Luckily, that fitted the game plan very well.

I stopped.

"Nnn... Duo!" His eyes snapped open and he glared at me.

I smiled smoothly, though all I could think about was how sexy his glare was. "Hey, I told you, this is training." I smiled at him disarmingly and leaned in to speak in his ear again. "And for the next step, it would be much easier if we could get rid of these... " By way of inducement, I gently began to stroke his cock again, tugging at his jeans with my other hand to make sure he knew just what I meant. "Is that OK with you?"

His eyes were closed again. "Ohh... yes!" I wasn't sure if that was a reply to my question, or just a response to me ministrations; but I chose to interpret it as the former.

I grinned, whipping his jeans and boxers off in a flash. Of course, that meant I had to relinquish my grasp on him again, but he needed a little time to cool off for the effect to have full force. It was all I could do not to drool as I looked at him, revealed before me. He was gorgeous, this much I knew already, but like this he was enough to make my brain stand still. He looked... wanton, sitting there on our sofa, panting, still wearing his shirt, with his legs spread slightly, and his cock hard and wet... and for me! I was delirious with arousal.

I spent so long just sitting, taking in the breathtaking sight before me, that by the time I gathered my wits I reckoned Heero would be ready for more by now. I didn't care about pushing my luck now ≠ I'd gained enough confidence to try for more. So, I thought, here's another ambition fulfilled.