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Work of Art + Part 2
The show of my life continued.
Heero was arched up off the bed, head back, gaze ripped away from the
projection now. I think his eyes were screwed shut with the feelings that
must have been swamping him. He seemed to have a damn fine idea of how
to keep himself going - of how to prolong the climax that surely must
be imminent. He would fist away with determination - then suddenly, he'd
pause, take a deep breath, and then tease at it for a few seconds.
Just fingertips - just a gentle stroking. Then back to the pumping. His
muscles were taut, like wire. His legs were straining, the sweats cutting
into his thighs, as he jerked away. I could see the dark hollows of the
muscles on his buttocks.
I don't think I was as alert as I should have been. I don't actually think
that I was even on the planet, to be honest. I was a long, throbbing,
stick of lust and pain and if I didn't come soon I was gonna implode,
and the absorption of my agony would break me into millions of pieces
all over the landing....
He was about to come, as well, I could see that. He was shivering. His
hand was erratic.
"Duo..." he groaned.
He fell back, hard, on to the bed. His hips were wriggling awkwardly,
pushing the sweats away, down to his ankles. He wrenched out a foot, freed
his legs. He bent his knees up - let them fall apart. He had both hands
free as well now, and the one that wasn't working on his cock went back
to his mouth - he sucked on the fingers furiously for a coupla seconds.
Then it reached back down between those outstretched, clenching thighs,
and from the sudden grunt he gave and the jerk of his hips, I knew where
it had gone.
Oh God! Heero was finger fucking himself!
He appeared to be damn good at this manoeuvre as well! His arms were long
and flexible and with just a tip up of his hips he could obviously reach
in as far as he liked. The thought brought me near to hysteria. He shifted
once - twice. He was adding fingers. He was probing in there, finding
his pleasure spot, clutching and pumping his cock at the same time. He
certainly knew how to please himself!
"Do it -" he was moaning, softly - but fiercely. "That's how I want it
- do it harder -!"
The performance was almost over. His hips bucked - he was coming at last.
I wondered if I'd be able to see the cum gushing over his hand, over the
naked skin of his groin. I knew I'd definitely hear him enjoying his completion.
And that I did.
"Duo!" he hissed out through teeth that were obviously tightly clenched.
"Yes! Yesss! Fuck - that's so good - ! See me come,
Duo - see me - dammit -!"
Well - it's not often that you hear Heero Yuy swear. Let alone in the
same sentence as asking me to - to -
I came. I couldn't hold back any more. Those few words were so clear,
so shocking, so sexy... I felt the ecstasy rush up from all points of
the compass and arrive together at the base of my poor, tortured cock.
It was like fourteen shower experiences, and another dozen comings round
the back of the kitchen cupboards - all rolled into one. I thought my
body may not stand it - I was gonna lose control of every muscle I possessed.
And one of those was definitely my throat.
To my horror, I wailed aloud. I ain't the quietest guy at the best of
times, and I'm particularly prone to noisy comings. I gulped, and I tried
to hold it back, but the joy and agony just rushed to the front of my
mouth and leapt out to freedom. "Shit -" I groaned. "Heero -!"
And my words were joined by another burst for freedom; a stream of hot,
thick cum, shuddering out into my hand and half way down my shorts.
It had been horribly quiet for at least thirty seconds. No noise from
anywhere else in the apartment, so I guess everyone else was still asleep.
I leant against the doorframe, limp and exhausted, and pretty sticky.
With any luck, I thought, he'll be just as exhausted, and will definitely
have been making too much noise to hear me, and I can creep away
and donate my body to medical science before he finds me...
It was never gonna happen, was it?
"Duo... are you there?"
I gave a gasp that sounded a bit like a squeal. I tried to clear my throat.
"You - saw me..."
Wow - so articulate! Are you forgetting I'd just shot my load all over
myself? Who was gonna be Mr Orator after that?
I didn't stop to consider what would probably be the sensible thing to
do - that is, run like hell for the exit. Instead, I sidled into the room,
still holding myself up against the wall. I lurched over to the bed and
sat down heavily. I grabbed at a corner of the bedspread, and tried to
wipe some of the evidence off my legs. Secretly. Clumsily.
Heero was sat up again, turned away from me. He'd pulled his sweats back
up his legs. I saw him run a hand through that mess of hair. Even messier
now, of course, from churning about on the bed. I waited for him to yell
"I'm sorry you saw that." His voice was very soft, very small. That very
same voice that sliced me apart earlier in the day.
"I - don't understand," I said, rather pathetically. I think I was wondering
why I was still alive. "Like - that's - um - a fine piece of art work
you've got there. What kinda training session is it for?"
Even in the dark, I could see him flush. He kept his back to me, and I
saw the muscles tense across his shoulders. Despite my shattered state,
my body rippled a little in response. I cursed it with every curse I knew
- which was plenty.
"It's - just a - a rough working," he said, uneasily. "Private. Just like
- like doodling. I was - getting some practise; getting used to the presentation
package, you know? I used some old photos... forgot to erase this one."
God, what a pathetic excuse! Did he think he was fooling me? It didn't
even deserve a reply, and from the silence I was getting from him, he
knew it. I was staring at the picture of me again.
"What's that button on my shorts?" My sleep shorts are way too flimsy
to have buttons. This was like an icon. This was intriguing!
"What?" Heero was flustered, but I wasn't in the mood for taking any prisoners.
He started to turn around, to challenge me. I leant over him and reached
for the mouse.
"No!" he cried, but too late. Way too late. I clicked on the
To my amazement, the little blue shorts wriggled on their own, and moved
cheekily down my 'legs' and off my 'body' entirely. My representation
lay there, still in its pose of grinning relaxation, but now I appeared
to be completely naked! And I was looking at a vision of my sleeping,
half-erect cock, nestling in dark red curls, hugged by softly wrinkled
Well, well, well!
I clambered off my side of the bed and came round to sit next to him.
Facing the picture. I coughed.
"That's - me, yeah?" I asked. My voice needed some warming up. "I mean
- not computer generated, or some crap like that?"
"No...it's you. I took - it's from a couple of pictures. One with the
shorts. One -"
"- without. Yeah, I see that," I finished for him. I tilted my head, admiring
my size. Even at rest. Never seen myself from this angle before. When
the hell did he take this shot? I knew he was the photographer - shit,
even I would never let anyone intentionally take a picture of me in all
my glory! So this was no 'old photo'! I remembered a few days back in
August, when the weather was scorching - when the air con wasn't working
in the apartment block, so it had been stifling at night. Yeah, I could
remember a coupla nights I slept with nothing on.
"You pervert," I said, sorta aimlessly.
"You meddler," he hissed in return. "Are you going to tell the others?"
"Why?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "This is just to do with us, isn't
"Us?" he said, warily. "This is just a - a - messing about, Duo -"
I grinned. He looked so damn uncomfortable that I just wanted to eat him
up! I stretched out a hand and tweaked at his ear.
"Come on, Picasso," I murmured. "You gonna tell me you didn't take as
much time and care on this pic as you do on all your more worthy stuff?
You don't do messing about, Yuy. You do Serious - you do Fourteen-Drafts-Before-Publication.
This one is just as dear to you as the others - though I'm willing to
believe it's for different reasons."
"You were never meant to see it... I knew you'd be like this about it,"
he hissed, darkly.
"Like what?" I countered. "Like I'm a bit shocked you've got a picture
of me in the naughty nude, and I'm not allowed to ask some pointed questions?"
I leant forward and breathed into his neck. It was still flushed - it
was warm and looked very inviting. I felt my teeth baring themselves in
"How long you been jerking off to me in here? Since I moved out - or before?"
"I haven't -!" He blushed again. Knew I'd seen it all.
"Yeah..." I drawled. I ran a fingertip up his arm and saw how he shivered.
"Like there's any defence, your Honour..."
"I - I was just -" God, was he clutching at straws! Why didn't he just
confess he was mad for me and we could look for something to do about
it? I could feel the excitement rising again even as I thought about it.
This was better than Christmas...
"I just needed the company," he finished, miserably. "I - missed you here
- at night."
"I can see that," I murmured. He was way too cute for his own
good. How many nights had gone to waste while we hid our thrashing sessions
from each other? I let my fingers drop to his thigh, and they stroked
the soft fabric there. Remembered what I'd seen underneath. Aches started
up between my toes and began to crawl up towards my recovering groin.
His voice broke in on these lust-filled sensations. "Duo, what's that?"
Just for that second, I had an uneasy feeling that the tables might be
turning a little.
He was looking at my lap. Or, more accurately, at the rather obvious stain
on my shorts.
"Is that what I think it is, Duo?"
"What?" I said, feigning some last attempt at innocence. "Yoghurt?"
He stared me out.
"Were you - ? Have you been -?" Heero Yuy couldn't say it out loud, poor,
repressed lad that he is. He tried another route. "So how come you were
"Hey - not from gazing at myself, you idiot! Though I am kinda cute. And
so well endowed..."
"So -?" He ignored my joke - the relentless soldier was reasserting himself.
"So 'praps I found my excitement from the other picture in the room,"
I hissed, leaning even closer to him. I really wish he hadn't gone gazing
at my lap like that. It was changing shape again, and real fast.
"The animated one..."
"You mean - me?"
"Duh -!" I murmured, a little fondly. "Wanna practise on the real
thing, Heero?" I slid my hand very deliberately between his inner thighs.
There were some definite stirrings under that 100% polyester. "Wanna click
on my button?"
"What the hell are you saying, Duo?" He'd turned fully to face me now,
and he looked kinda shocked. But there were also dark, hungry depths in
his eyes - he knew damn well what I was saying.
"Give me your cursor, Heero," I sighed. I grasped his frozen hand, and
placed it on the expanding bulge of my shorts. Oh Gods, I groaned to myself.
The dreams had been so, so pathetic compared to the real thing!
"Duo!" he whispered. His hand seemed to thaw. It moved - it touched. It
squeezed. "God... Duo! I never thought you - that you'd be -
as well -"
"And I though you were such an articulate speaker," I moaned. "Whatever
- just touch me. Do what you want - do what you've been imagining with
that 2D thing up there, for however long you've been fantasising over
it. You have been fantasising over me, haven't you?"
"Don't humiliate me any further," he groaned.
"That ain't exactly what I'm thinking of doin' to you, baby," I purred.
I leant back on my hands; let my cock stretch a little more freely, straining
though it was under the cloth of my shorts. His hand was really very comfortable
there - his palm moulded very nicely to my rising shaft. God, was it rising!
"I was hoping for a - private training session. Just you and
me - and some presentation aids..."
"You mean it? This isn't just your idea of a joke? Some twisted revenge
for using your photo like this -?"
"Jesus, Heero," I snapped. "D'you think I'd have this damn obelisk in
my shorts if I didn't wanna play hide the sausage with you?"
"You're a foul-mouthed, obscene-minded, horny little baka -" he moaned.
"So put it on my end-of-term report," I sighed. "Come on - let's run through
the diagram together. Just like you suggested this afternoon..."
"You'll stay awake this time?" he retorted. Nice comeback, Heero!
"Don't think I'll be sleeping through this one!" I gasped. He was squeezing
more confidently now. In fact, he was panting again himself, and his own
sweats were looking suspiciously tight round the groin area.
"Come here!" I hissed. I reached an arm around his neck, let my other
arm collapse under me, and pulled him down on to my chest. And as he opened
his mouth in shock, I thrust in my tongue.
"Duo!" His words were muffled by my mouth. "Mmm... " But the moan of enjoyment
wasn't. His lips were hot and just as plump as they should be - and I
was taking an extensive tasting! My tongue was in and it wasn't coming
out any time soon - not until I'd explored every corner, and licked at
every little crease, and then gone back for seconds.
It was unbelievably good. And then some!
And then he managed to struggle a coupla words out between our warring
tongues. Ones I didn't wanna hear.
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