Rating: 18 (by the BBFC! Yeah, that bunch of weirdoes!)
Warnings: L-E-M-O-N!! Need I say more? PWP, very small self-insertion
- you'll spot me! Oh, Duo POV.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. Any typos do. ^_^'I am
making money from neither.
Notes: This is for Pulsar, who said she'd like to see a 2x1 set in a library,
and I'm glad she did cos it's one of my top pairings at the mo! Also huge,
huge thanks to Lorena for her help with the beginning! I owe ya lots,
Lorena! If you like 3x4 you must see her
site, if you ain't already. Also note, the locations are based on
real ones at Huddersfield University library, where I worked for 2 weeks
recently! Aside from that, all you need to know is what's in //...// is
quoted. All other notes at end! Enjoy, and please reply!
// Corey was nearly delirious with fucking; his body and mind and everything
centered at his asshole, around the big, black cock that slammed into
him again and again. "Oh!" he cried, "fuck me, Jesse! Fuck
me!" And he repeated it over and over, a nasty mantra in rhythm with
Jesse's hips: "Fuck me fuck me fuck me," and then, as Jesse
moved even faster, he was all but inaudible as he chanted "Fuck fuck
fuck fuck." And then Corey's lips went slack, and his eyes opened
wide without seeing anything and he roared like some kind of animal, and
his balls rammed up against him as if they'd been slapped upward and he
came: his cock flew up and slapped against his belly, then surged forward
and shot without being touched, splattering the front of the checkout
counter with hot boycum, moving up and down like a firehose out of control,
spewing fat strings of sticky stuff, thick as pudding and hitting the
counter with a slapping sound.
The spasming of Corey's
asshole shoved Jesse over the edge and he growled so loud and hard he
hurt his throat as his hips lurched forward, planting his cock so hard
an deep into Corey's butt that the boy screamed, and he felt the pounding
behind his balls and the explosion at the head of his dick as he came,
pumping what felt like quarts of hot spunk into the condom up Corey's
ass. // 
I shifted uncomfortably in
my seat: luckily my lower half was invisible due to the desk I sat at.
I laid aside my book and sighed in annoyance. Now I couldn't even come
to the library and read without my body coming over all unnecessary. Was
I that sex-crazed that I couldn't even read about someone else getting
some without wanting some for myself? Pervert, me?! Huh, just because
I admit to it! But anyway, it still meant I needed to sort myself out
by one means or another. So I decided to troll  off to a suitably sobering
section of the library: management should do the trick, seeing as I knew
it was nearby. I could peruse such racy titles as 'The Invergordon Smelter:
A Case-Study in Management' and 'On the Conduct of Meetings'. Who needs
So I nonchalantly got to my
feet. There weren't a great many people around, so I rearranged myself
as discreetly as I could - deep pockets are wonderful things - and headed
off in the right direction. But as I passed through the double doors into
the area where they usually were, I noticed all the shelves were empty!
Oh of course! - I remembered - they were refurbishing the library so lots
of books were moving, but I had no idea where to. And I wanted to know!
Luckily I heard movement off to my right and spotted a girl about my age
kneeling on the floor, moving books from a shelf onto a trolley. She had
blondeish hair tied back in a dishevelled ponytail and was wearing a blue
sun-dress that looked as though it had shrunk in the wash; on her shoulder
I could see the faint mark of a bruise . I approached her, beginning
to speak to get her attention, but as soon as I did so she looked at me
with a bright, slightly apologetic smile.
"Before you ask, I'm
afraid I don't know where anything is! I'm only a temp and I've only been
here two days. But if you go round that corner -" she pointed "-
you should find Mr. Yuy, and he'll be able to tell you where everything
I smiled at her. I bet people
had been asking her the same questions all day. Thanking her, I moved
off in the direction she'd indicated, hoping she hadn't noticed my current,
ahem, predicament, even though she'd been just the right height to see
everything; still, she hadn't looked like a particularly observant person.
She wore glasses.
At any rate, the distraction
was proving beneficial by taking my mind off the matter in hand. This
pleased me; so it was with great distress that I turned the corner and
saw a sight that did not help one bit.
There were a few people standing
around, but I didn't notice them; my attention was focussed on the gorgeous
form of a young man, again about my age, who was currently engaged in
the act of pulling some shelves apart. I tried not to drool at the image
of his sweat-sheened skin, quite a bit of which was visible as he wore
a loose green tank top with tight blue jeans.
Did I say great distress?
That was an exaggeration. I may have returned to my previous awkward situation
with a vengeance, but somehow I didn't care.
But I remembered why I was
there. I cleared my throat to ensure my ability to speak would not be
too badly impaired. "Mr. Yuy?" I inquired.
To my delight, the young man
who had done so much for my current body temperature answered me. "Yeah?"
I smiled brilliantly at him.
"I was just wondering, where have all the books that are usually
here gone?" Even though it was going to take a lot more than 'Leadership
for Dummies' to calm me down now.
"Anything in particular?"
He walked towards me. I had to check my tongue wasn't hanging out. I congratulated
myself when I realised it wasn't.
"Have you got any numbers?
All the ones that are usually here are the 650s , and they've all moved
down to floor 4, but I couldn't tell you anything more specific without
looking at the catalogue."
I had a flash of inspiration.
"Well, I know some titles but I don't know the numbers. I don't suppose
you could help me, could you?"
He looked at me for a moment,
then motioned the others to carry on with their work before leading me
in the direction I had come from. I got a great chance to ogle his well-defined
muscles: I've always had a thing for strong silent types, as this one
obviously was. I love to reduce them to whimpering puddles of need, helpless
and vulnerable... it's something I seem to be quite good at. I smiled
darkly at his back. I'd made some half-hearted attempt to conceal my arousal
by folding my hands casually in front of my groin area, but that was causing
friction that I really shouldn't have been enjoying as much as I was.
But in all honesty, I wasn't that bothered. I almost hoped he'd notice,
then at least I'd be able to see what his reaction would be.
At any rate, I decided to
make some overtures to this fine specimen of masculinity. I caught up
and walked beside him. "So, what can I call you besides 'Mr. Yuy'?"
He turned to look at me: I
felt myself go a little wobbly inside under that cool deep blue stare.
"My name's Heero."
"I'm Duo. Duo Maxwell."
I tried to make my name sound like it was the two sexiest words in the
Which it was at that moment,
in a manner of speaking.
We reached a computer terminal
where we could look at the catalogue, and I looked at him apologetically.
"I'm not familiar with it... Could you...?" He complied easily.
Ah, make them think you're totally helpless... they like that, these macho
types. Not that there was anything wrong with being the macho type. I
leaned close to him as he typed in some titles that I randomly reeled
off - titles that, despite being strong contenders in the World's Dullest
Tome competition, could not hope to dampen my lust. Especially as I got
as close as I could, smelling the faint sweat of exertion on his body,
mingled with his manly deodorant. Mmm.
"Not too talkative, are
you?" I teased, knowing how annoying this sort of statement was.
"Still," I continued, running a finger lightly along his exposed
collarbone, I bet you can be very vocal when you want to be." I didn't
care how corny or how forward I was being, if it meant I got to touch
this vision I didn't give a damn. And the worst it could get me was a
smack in the mouth, and it wasn't as if that hadn't happened before. I'd
survived then, I could again... and here was the moment of truth as he
turned to look at me. I looked up into his eyes sunnily, my hand still
on his chest.
But, luckily, he didn't give
me an immediate need to book an appointment with my dentist (man those
crowns were expensive!); he just gave me a lingering look to match my
own and said "Yes. I can be as vocal as you like."
Ohhhh... something in those
deep eyes, that self-assured stare, those teasing words... The fact that
he was onto me, and playing along. I wanted nothing more than to find
out just how vocal he could be under my touch. I ran my hand down that
muscular chest, circling one nipple with a finger along the way. Looking
up at him seductively with a suggestive lick of my lips, I was slightly
disappointed to see him still coherent-looking. Was I losing my touch?
Ah, but he was saying something.
"...But this is the library.
You have to remain silent at all times." He leaned a little towards
me with those last few words, a cute little smirk on his face, and I felt
a tingle run up my spine as I felt my eyes widen and my mouth fall open,
allowing my little gasp. Wait a minute, this wasn't meant to happen! He
was meant to be the one losing control, while remained cool and collected,
reducing Mr. World's Strongest Man here to a quivering bundle of sensations.
I had to reassert myself! But it was very difficult when he was laying
a hand on my thigh... and practically impossible as he let his thumb wander
to my very evident arousal and stroke, very lightly.
This was not fair!
But I wasn't to be outdone.
I pulled myself together. We'd been getting closer and closer together,
so I didn't have to move far to put my lips next to his - close enough
to kiss, but not doing; I felt him move to try to bring our lips together,
but I moved as well, keeping the distance between us. I smiled at his
eagerness. I hadn't lost my touch after all. After a few short moments
of this teasing, I whispered, "Well then, why don't I show you just
how silent I can be?"
He shivered as he felt my
words touch his lips; the sight gratified me. I smiled again, but then
he pulled away, taking his hand with him. I didn't know whether to be
pleased at that or not.
"Why don't we go find
those books?" he asked. I marvelled at the way he kept his face straight
and his tone serious. I, meanwhile, smirked, as he led me towards the
stairs. He was weakening, I could tell: I could soon have him begging.
It wasn't that I was cruel; I always gave in and made sure my lovers got
as much, if not more, pleasure from our encounter as I did: I just liked
to have a little fun first, melting the tough, dominating types to putty
in my hands. The best thing was, they always expected me to be meek and
submissive - the braid fools 'em all - and, I must confess, reversing
that expectation was one of my biggest turn-ons. That and sex in public
places of course, so right now I was very, very happy indeed.
So happy, in fact, that it
took me a few minutes to register that we were going upstairs instead
of down. We'd started on the fifth floor, and I'd expected us
to go down to the fourth in accordance with the 'book-hunt'
that I'd initiated. But no, here we were on the sixth floor.
"What are we... "
I began, but was quickly silenced by his mouth on mine. He had taken me
by surprise, and I could do little else but surrender to his insistent
kiss. Some sort of instinct took over, and I was unable to think, let
alone break away from his soft lips and teasing tongue. I couldn't
help but respond with equal passion. It was one hell of a kiss: smooth
and hot and just wet enough; he tasted of salt, with a faint hint of dust
and old book. I'd never considered this a particularly erotic combination
before, but in that instant it was the sexiest flavour I had ever experienced.
I heard myself "Mmm"-ing
and felt him smile before he pulled away. He was beckoning me to follow
him and I managed to summon the presence of mind to ask him what I was
trying to before.
"Where are we going?"
Like I cared! After that kiss I was ready to have him on the floor right
there, itchy carpet and all. "Toilets?"
He shook his head. "No,
they're working in there, taking the asbestos out of the ceiling."
I opened my mouth to point
out that he hadn't answered my question, but he pulled me close to
him and placed a finger against my lips, whispering right in my ear, "Silence,
I shivered involuntarily.
Damn. He wasn't meant to be having this effect on me! I tried to
regain some composure as I followed him through some doors and into a
small room on the left. It was perfect, I realised - mainly filled with
those desks with little partitions at the sides, nice and light and airy,
and the sort of room no-one ever goes in. We didn't bother to close
I caught sight of a sign on
the wall as Heero gathered me into his arms again; between and into our
heated kisses I mumbled "Legal practices room eh? I'm sure that
this is a pretty illegal practice... "
Still joined at the lips,
we fumbled our way further into the room. I ran my arms over his upper
arms, feeling my excitement grow even more as I felt the smooth muscle
there. Strange, but I didn't feel the same desire to turn the tables
on him as I usually did; if anything, he was melting me, making me want
to give in and satisfy his every need, surrendering to his power, act
weak and giddy like they expected me to.
But as he pushed me back against
the desk I felt the rebel in me return and I strengthened my resolve,
nibbling at his lips, licking at the corners of his mouth, sucking gently
on his top lip. At the same time I drew his body closer, one arm round
his shoulders and the other round his waist. I felt him shudder slightly,
and he automatically pressed his hips against mine: I smiled as I heard
his sharp intake of breath - determined to stay silent.
I took my arm from round his
neck and brought it round to his chest again, slipping it under his tank
top and sensuously stroking his body. I mirrored this motion with the
hand I rested on his back: even as we continued to kiss I felt his breathing
get more ragged, and as I began to rock my hips closely against his, his
mouth left mine as he gasped, unable to coordinate any further. Aha, I
had him! I smiled to myself and licked at his open mouth. I congratulated
myself on reducing him to panting like he was, but I guess he must have
taken advantage of my confidence, because the next thing I knew, I could
feel his hands between us, undoing my jeans. I let him finish this task
- the denim was getting more than a little constricting - but as he began
to slide down my body I caught him firmly.
"Uh-uh-uh," I whispered,
shaking my head. "I don't want that. I want ... " I licked
my lips, "all of you."
I heard him stifle a moan
as he stood up and stood back from me, looking into my face and taking
the hem of his tank top in his hands. I was mesmerised as he stripped
for me, watching him reveal the smooth curves of his muscular body...
and everything... This time I was sure my tongue was hanging out. I
licked my lips again hungrily as I looked at him; I had never wanted anyone
or anything as much as I wanted him right now!
I pulled him towards me again
almost fiercely, taking his mouth with all the passion I felt. He gave
in immediately, kissing me back fervently. Slyly I felt in my pockets
for that tube of a certain necessary accessory I knew was there - lucky
I went to the chemists' that morning, eh? - and in a few moments
I was softly stroking his thigh with the thumb of my right hand.
"Spread 'em, honey,"
I whispered in his ear, and again I heard him bite back a moan. He complied
eagerly with my request, and I slipped my hand between his thighs, gently
teasing the sensitive skin. He was trembling by this time, and the sight
was so erotic I let my left hand wander to my own arousal, massaging very
slowly. Now it was my turn to draw breath to stop myself from making a
sound, as I pressed one finger inside him as gently as I could. I wasn't
the only one having trouble keeping the silence rule though: I looked
up from carefully adding another finger to see him biting his lip and
trying his very best not to let me hear those incredibly sexy sounds he
was making very quietly.
But I heard alright, and they
served their purpose well! I was more aroused than ever - ever before
in my life, I think. He was rubbing his hips against me, trying to achieve
some measure of relief for his no-doubt aching erection. But I wasn't
quite finished playing yet: reluctantly I stopped attending to my own
needs, as it were, and held his hips quite steady with my left hand. Oh
yes, stronger than I look, I am, as they always find out. And they like
He gasped again at the loss
of friction, but to compensate in some way I slid in a third finger, stroking
a little more roughly now, searching for his sweet spot... and finding
it, judging from the way his eyes widened and he bit down on his lip harder
than ever. I couldn't help the little grin that quirked my lips,
even as I was fast losing control myself. But I didn't want him to
draw blood from biting too hard, so after a few more caresses I removed
my fingers and sat myself on the desk.
It took him a few moments
to regain his orientation, and I watched expectantly as his gaze fell
on me... then downwards... then finally onto the tube I had reclaimed
and was about to use. But again it seemed I hadn't won, as he snatched
it out of my hand and squeezed some of the contents onto his hand. His
mouth met mine again, in a kiss full of renewed heat and hunger. I melted
again, wanting to whimper but controlling the urge. Again I found I didn't
care about making him surrender: as he ran his lube-slick hand over my
swollen erection, I just wanted him, needed him... Wanted to feel his
strong body pressed up to mine, around me... I shuddered with desire
and pulled him as close as I could.
He understood, and straddled
my lap, putting a knee on either side of the desk. Grasping my shoulders,
he held me still as he slowly lowered himself onto me: I was going cross-eyed
with the effort of not crying out at the pleasure he was making me feel.
Besides the obvious ecstasy of his tightness and warmth, his grip on my
shoulders was making me feel all... controlled. Strange how I was enjoying
it so much I nearly came.
When I was fully inside him
he paused, and I was glad of the opportunity to regain control - but of
myself this time. I didn't care about winning or losing any power
games with him any more, and I realised why as I revelled in the glorious
feeling of being inside him. I knew why I kept feeling like I didn't
mind if he dominated me, possessed me; it was because he hadn't tried
to. He hadn't seen me as a weak partner, hadn't expected me
to easily and willingly submit to his strength; he saw me as his equal,
and I liked that. I felt so natural with him!
When he started to move I
stopped thinking; lost the ability to think. Gods, he was heavenly; head
thrown back, mouth open, he was the most perfect thing I'd ever seen
and he felt like paradise. I wanted to scream! But he saw me trying to
control my errant vocal cords and grinned, removing a hand from my shoulder
and placing it over my mouth. I grinned back, under his hand, and ran
my tongue lightly over his salty palm. Now again the tables were turned,
as he squeezed his eyes shut and gasped. I mimicked his earlier actions,
taking my hand from where it rested on his waist and putting it over his
mouth briefly, before I decided on a better alternative. The quickest
and easiest way to keep us both quiet, it seemed obvious, was to simply
remove our hands - and replace them with our mouths. So I did, pulling
his head to me and kissing him frantically, messily, gasping for breath
between furious meetings of lips and tongues.
It hadn't been long but
I was already so close; he was just so good! But I didn't want him
to have this victory: I wasn't ready to give this one up before him!
So I put a hand between us and stroked firmly, following his rhythm; no
more teasing, just an honest touch to bring him to orgasm. After only
a few strokes I felt him tighten; at the same time I felt my own excitement
blaze and consume me, and we climaxed together, mouths still joined to
absorb our almost-repressed and at any rate incoherent sounds. I never
would have guessed silence could have been so hot! The effort I could
feel us both making to not make a sound intensified my orgasm to the point
where I could barely breathe. I came for about five minutes! By the time
I had returned to something resembling reality, Heero was panting and
shaking in my arms, and I was registering, besides a warm wetness on my
hand, a similar feeling on... my shirt? My neck?!
"Must've been good,"
I murmured, whilst inwardly musing on the wisdom of wearing black then
deciding to have sex without taking one's clothes off first.
"It was," he whispered,
his heart-rate slowing a little now. "Sorry about the shirt."
"Don't worry about
it," I said, putting a hand to my neck and licking it. "I'll
wear it with pride, like I'm saying to the world 'I got off
with the sexiest man in the library'!" Neat ambiguity there:
he was the sexiest man in the library; but I also got off with him in
the library. Clever me.
He laughed quietly, still
holding onto me. I enjoyed the feeling, still recovering from the intensity
of the whole experience.
"I have to say,"
I reflected, "that that was probably the best public sex I have ever
had." He laughed again. "What, even better than those times
in the cinema? On the bus? At Relena's dinner party?"
I thought for a moment. "Well,
they were all great times, but I think that one beat them all."
After I said it, I suddenly
realised what he'd said. I pulled back from his embrace and pointed
a finger at him. "Ahhhh! You said it first! And you were doing so
well too... " I kissed his nose.
He looked at me blankly. Must
have still been disoriented. Bless.
"We agreed, remember?
First to admit to knowing the other... "
"... has to do what
the other wants next time." He smirked. The sight was strangely exciting.
"So what did you have in mind?"
"I was going to show
you when we got home."
"Well, we could go now
if you like. Nearly time to leave anyway."
I grinned as he continued
to smirk. "I don't know why you're smiling, baby."
I ran a finger along his cheekbone. "You've been so good at
keeping quiet, but you know what I'm gonna do when we get home?"
"I'm gonna really make
 From "Video X-press" by Larry Duprechan, source: Flesh and
the Word 2, edited by John Preston. Thanks and chocolate cake in spades
for you, Lorena!
 Polari for "walk". If you wanna know what Polari is, ask
 Both genuine titles in Hudds Uni Library!
 Where I got hit by a falling book end!
 Dewey! Great fun... *mumbles*
 They were. Scary, huh?
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