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... ! ^_~
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...
"Yeah." He was apparently satisfied my interest was genuine.
I nudged him playfully. "Well, I'm even with you on that score at
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
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
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
"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
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
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
Luckily, that fitted the game plan very well.
"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