The Same for Girls? (cont)

*

Heero ran a hand through his tousled hair. He looked very flushed now. Guess I'd shocked him. Ahh, shit... He clambered up on to his feet, and sat back down on the couch, beside me. About six, sweaty, panting inches away. I didn't know why he wasn't running for the door instead.

He cleared his throat, awkwardly. "Sorry, Duo. I didn't think -"

I started gabbling again. "No, I'm sorry, it's me, y'know, guess I'm not quite such the Casanova I thought -"

"No - it was me -"

"No, me, I was a clumsy idiot, sense o' humour failure, y'know -"

"No, Duo - I was too - keen, y'know? It just felt -"

Funny how we seemed to be talking at the same time, and both voices sounded equally shaky.

I laughed, too loudly. Gotta get that easiness back, I thought. Heero's my best friend, isn't he? And he's also a dead mean guy, sneered my conscience, who isn't real well known for his wacky sense of humour! This is a guy who's killed without compunction - who's a legend in battle folklore. A guy who was pretty astonished at my sexual preferences - who's just had my tongue down his throat and been tempted to play Find the Button with my left nipple... Dammit, I groaned to myself, it looked like he might be the guy who was my best friend!

I cursed my uncontrollable dick - it spat back at me, unrepentant. My shorts were none too comfortable any more. I was sure Heero was staring at my lap - and I was mortified.

"So, Heero..."

"So, Duo...I guess it's time for me to get ready, eh?"

"Ready?"

"For the ball. Tonight. The car's coming at eight. She said. You said."

"Oh - yeah. Uh-huh."

He rose to his feet, slowly, and stood above me. He looked like he swayed, slightly. "I mean, I've done all my practising, haven't I? All the bits that are the same for girls. Haven't I?"

"Yeah," I said, miserably. I just wanted him to get the hell out of there, so that I could slink off to my room, and console my poor aching member with a quick Twist 'n Pull, and then start packing my bag for the next flight off Earth. Going Anywhere-but-Here. Fast.

Duo... needled my conscience. You baka... you gotta tell him!

"Look, Heero - I've got a sorta confession. About -"

"About -?" He raised an eyebrow, in that damned superior way he has. I sat up a little straighter. Attempted to look insouciant again. Now it was my face that looked like it was home to the live mice.

"There never was a call from Relena. I - made it up. It was, like - a joke." Oh, so very amusing, sneered my sanctimonious conscience. Like you should go on the stage, boy! "I just - shit, I just thought you were so damned serious you needed taking down a bit, and you really do have a big avoidance issue when it comes to Relena..." (Like I don't?)

Heero pursed those lips again. I remembered how every crease tasted. Bugger...

"And then - well, you were in this state about the dancing 'n all. I just thought it'd be a laugh to go along with the practice thing -"

"A laugh?"

"Yeah. No. Yeah. Well - it wasn't a laugh then, was it? 'Cos then I saw my chance -"

"Your chance?"

Fuck that parrot impression! I thought, fiercely. It was gonna wring the confession out of me - the real confession. "I saw my chance to hold you. Touch you." (Dammit!) "Kiss you, Heero. Now shoot me, and get it over with! Shall I go get your gun? No, wait up - do you wanna borrow one of mine?"

"Shut up, Duo," he said. It didn't sound like Divine Retribution. It didn't sound like Thunder and Lightning. It didn't sound like gunfire...

And he leant down towards me, balancing a knee back on the couch at my hip. Smiling.

*

Seemed like the kissing bit was back, and I couldn't think straight! Even my conscience was caught in a bit of a swoon, like some romantic heroine. I couldn't remember asking for more kissing - I couldn't remember having a birthday any time soon. But Heero's warm hand was caressing my chest and pinching away at my nipples, and his mouth was very firmly on mine, and it didn't seem to be as passive as it was before. No - the lips were firm and almost fierce, and they were taking the moisture from mine...

His tongue followed swiftly, pushing at my mouth, hot and slick and as assertive as Heero himself. I opened up bruised lips, and sucked back at him, because I honestly thought I'd probably died and gone to heaven, and I just hadn't noticed any pain yet. Might as well make the most of it...

"It's not the same..." came Heero's muffled voice. It was all thick, like he was choked over something. Like I get when I'm upset.

"Huh?"

"This isn't the same for girls, is it, Duo?" And his sly little hand had left my chest and wriggled down to my lap, and he was rubbing at the huge lump that was tenting up the fabric.

"Ahhh..." No, I hadn't got any more articulate! It was fantastic - I could feel the pressure of his fingers, and the slight roughness of the layers of material, and I didn't have time to wonder why Heero didn't seem to be showing any naiveté in this department.

"I said - this hard bit - that's not the same for girls, is it?" He kept rubbing.

"Nooo - " I groaned.

His forefinger and thumb pinched delicately at the swollen bud that was the crown of my cock, and then he folded his whole palm around the column, cloth 'n all, and he teased the skin up and down it. I was gonna explode some time very soon, and it'd be a century, at least, before I got over the humiliation of creamed shorts, under the very eyes of Mr Hetero Yuy -

A thought flashed across my mind - a suspicious one. "Heero -" I gasped. "What exactly are you doing to me?"

He sighed. "And I thought you were meant to be the teacher tonight...guess you're not so experienced as you thought, eh? All this crap about it's the 'same for girls' -

"Hey -" I protested, weakly.

"It's a good thing it's not!" he announced, cheerfully enough. His hand squeezed that little bit harder, and I yelped. "In all honesty, Duo, I haven't found myself sexually attracted to girls at all. It would be a supreme disappointment if I found that boys were the same as girls! Don't you agree?"

More squeezing. Climax approaching in the fast lane. Unintelligible babblings from my mouth. "Uhh..blll..ghhh..."

"This is far more interesting, Duo. You are far more interesting! Though not, perhaps, your current conversation. But it's taken me long enough to get you alone, let alone half-dressed - to hold you; to taste you. And then to get the chance to touch this astonishing thing -"

The 'astonishing thing' was about as swollen as it was ever gonna get, and about as desperate, too. Approaching Climax had found the gas pedal, and was leaning its full weight on it -

"Should I get your shorts off, Duo? Duo -?"

Too late! groaned my befuddled conscience. My body jerked against Heero's, every nerve ending responding to the rush of ecstasy in my groin. My hips thrust up at him - my head slammed back against the cushions of the couch - and my cock exploded in the harbour of his hand, spewing its contents so hard against the inside of my shorts that it soaked its hot, steamy stain through the fabric in seconds. I could feel sticky, gelatinous trails running down my leg - I could feel a spatter of excess escaping from the waistband and up against my stomach.

I was having trouble breathing. My eyes were screwed shut. My limbs shook. But I clearly heard the sound of Heero's awed voice.

"God, Duo... you're gorgeous...!"

*

It was quite a bit later on in the evening. We were in Heero's bedroom, and the door was locked, and we were in his bed, for God's sake! Me and Heero - both butt naked - along with my conscience. Then I kicked the conscience out - it snores, y'know?

Heero was talking to me, and his voice was muffled again, but this time it was because he was tangled up under his sheets, with only the top of his dark head visible, and his mouth was full of something else. Something attached to my groin. I was laid out against the pillows, arms gripping the sides of the mattress, and I was on the shuddering start towards climax number three; my stomach muscles were starting to protest. But I wasn't gonna argue with a guy who was sucking me off so enthusiastically, was I?

"It's - definitely not - same for girls, hn?"

"You said it," I moaned. Not that I knew anything about girls. They're an alien species, right? But I didn't see how you could possibly ever get the same satisfaction that we'd had, holding on to tight, muscled shoulders, and sucking on a soft, gently-haired stomach, and nibbling at a dark brown nipple, stretched taut across a broad chest.

And mutually caressing the most exciting, aching arousals that either of us had ever seen, let alone nursed to climax...

"You're moaning again, Duo. I'll take that as agreement, yeah?"

"Yeah - agreement to what, Heero?"

I didn't need an answer - his fingers sought my response as they cupped my shrivelling little balls, and slid back towards my ass. "Got any lube, Duo?"

I squeaked my 'no', but my body was squeaking a corresponding 'yes please'.

"'S OK - I think I got something -"

He was fiddling around down between my legs, and I felt a very delicious lassitude creeping over me. I was gonna give myself to him, and damned pleased about it I was, too!

"So how long you been wanting me, then, Heero?" I wriggled with bliss.

"Months," he growled. "Stay still -"

"The dancin' was a good idea, then?"

"Hn."

"And the kissing - and the touching -"

"God, Duo - don't tease - I've waited long enough - my damn cock's as hard as a rock here, I nearly rammed it right through your legs when we were so bloody close together - while you were teaching me the finer techniques of the Waltz -!"

I shivered, gleeful at the barely-suppressed frustration in his voice. His fingers were cool with gel, now, brushing against my crack. "You seem to have this technique just right, Heero..."

"Good teacher," he mumbled. His mouth was suckling at my neck, making me arch up, so that he could get his hand up under my ass. "Gorgeous teacher..."

We were both getting rather too breathless to banter. He - and his fingers - were getting well into the swing of things. So was my ass. We could hear each other panting loudly. I spread my legs wide, and reached for his cock, to encourage an already hungry shaft.

"I want you, Heero - inside me. Sort of - now!"

"Duo - Jesus...! You have - dammit, you always have had! - a brilliant way with words...say that 'please' again, will you?"

I grinned. Anything to oblige! "Pleeease, Heero...please fuck me...!"

And he did.

Several times.

*

In the middle of the night, I snuck out of bed to go for a pee. My legs were stiff - I felt a bit sore behind. And I felt like a million dollars, y'know? That's the wonderful contradiction of falling for Heero.

When I came back, I could see his eyes glinting in the dark. It was an awesome sight. When he smiled at me, I knew he was glad I was in his bed with him. I mean, I'd had a brief thought that he might regret it all...after all, I'd tried to catch him out, hadn't I? Though I'd never dreamed we might end up like this!

"I'm glad I confessed, Heero, y'know? About tricking you - about Relena. I mean - we oughtn't to have secrets. But of course, I reckon you'd already worked it out, hadn't you? You were just too damned eager to start up that kissing business again -"

I slid back under the sheets - I shuddered as I felt the heat from Heero's body. He was rolling over, sliding his hands over me again.

"When didya work it out, then, Heero? Just before I 'fessed? At the same time?"

He wriggled, a little uncomfortably. It made his erect cock brush against my stomach, and I sighed back into the pillows, baring my neck for him to kiss. Preparing my stomach muscles for more delicious abuse.

"Dunno, Duo. Just - did, OK? Does it matter? Does it matter if it got us both what we want?"

"Both -?"

"Each other," he sighed. "I got you...that's all I ever wanted..."

I grinned in the dark. "Me, too. Am I really a good-looking boy, then?"

"You're OK," he growled. "Shut up and gimme some more of that kissing business, as you so succinctly put it -!"

I was glad that he hadn't had a complete character bypass - I mean, he wouldn't be the Heero I knew if he didn't growl at me, would it?

Wait up... wait up... Something doesn't add up, hissed my conscience. It musta crawled back up from its exile by the wardrobe. Heero's being evasive - he's being smug.

What's new? I sighed to myself. I can live with that. I can live with anything s'long as he moves that hand down just a little bit there, and clamps those thick, greedy lips just a little further up there -

Christ, I never knew my nipples were so very damned sensitive like that -!

I slapped my conscience asleep, and relaxed into another session of hot sex instead. Like - there was any other decision to be made?

*

With the morning came the painful ringing of the doorbell.

I went to answer the door, stretching and yawning like a cat. My muscles felt they'd been round a coupla cycles in an industrial washing machine or something, but I felt damn good! That's what a night of being pounded into the mattress can do for you, eh?

I ignored the mirror in the hall, 'cos I knew my fringe was sticking out at right angles, and other long strands of my hair were tangled in my ears. I wasn't going for no beauty pageant, was I?

The young girl at the door was wearing overalls and a cap, and a bright logo over her left breast. Something to do with telecomms, looked like. Her wide, eager grin gave me a bit of a headache, but hey...

She ran quick eyes up and down me - guess she was wondering just how many more of these disturbing early morning service calls she'd have to make. Good thing I'd thrown that towel round my waist. So I was obviously naked underneath it, and - just as obviously - didn't give a fuck. I rubbed absent-mindedly at the soft, shallow scratches on my chest; I could feel the throbbing of the warm purple mark on my lower neck, just by my throat. That Heero has the most aggressive little teeth when he sucks...

She coughed, to get my attention. "It's fixed now, sir."

"Huh?"

"The phone. Y'know - you called in the fault a coupla days ago. Said there was no rush to mend it, 'cos it was a damned annoying appliance at the best of times -" Praps she realised her tongue was running away from her, because she bit her lip and clammed up suddenly.

"The - phone?" I stared at her, a little stupidly. "It's broken? Been broken for days?"

The engineer had a definite 'duh' look on her face. Still - it was early in the morning. "Just sign off here, sir, and it'll be back in service in the next ten minutes."

I stared at the sheet of cardboard, pinned to a clipboard, thrust up into my face. "No."

"Huh?" It was the engineer's turn to stare. "I need a signature, sir - or we can't reconnect. You won't have been getting any calls."

"So come back later," I growled. Then there was a petulant call from the bedroom, and we both turned slightly towards the low voice.

"Duo? Who is it? You coming back to bed?"

The engineer flushed. Poor girl looked like she was rather too warm - and I'd thought the morning was chilly! She musta got the full force of my eyes, flashing with some kinda hunger for the body I knew was waiting for me, back in that room, tangled up in those mussed and sweaty sheets.

And she might have seen the anger there, too, as a few more pieces of the jigsaw clicked into place. Damn guy had been fooling me all along! Knew there'd never been any call from Relena! Watching me try to trick him - watching me make my sorry little moves on him.

She waved the clipboard, half-heartedly. Slid out the top sheet of card, and rolled it into a stiff tube. Guess she could see a storm brewing! "This - can wait, OK? I'll come back later. When your - when the other tenant is - uh - available? Looks like it was him who called in the fault -"

"Yeah," I growled again.

"Didn't tell you -"

"No." Another growl.

She sighed at me, praps in sympathy. Thought we were having some kinda lovers' tiff...

"I understand, sir," she murmured, leaning a little towards me, conspiratorially. "I mean - it's just the same for us all - y'know - relationships - living together. Takes a bit of getting used to. Give and take. It's the same for girls -"

"Like hell it is!" I snapped, and she jumped back a bit in surprise. I could feel my anger at Heero's little 'trick' fading away - to be replaced with a wicked mischief. Damn guy is the sharpest card in the pack, after all! But whatever little schemes we both used to get here today - it's still me that he wants - I'm still the one he's calling back to bed!

I felt kinda warm. Kinda sappy. And horny - of course!

But Heero Yuy's not gonna get away without some kinda retribution, is he?

"Let me have that, OK?" I snatched the tube of card out of her hands - I turned it round in my palm. "Give and take, y'say?" It was slim - it was cool. It was long. And it was the evidence of his 'guilt'.

"What I'm gonna do with this - when I've finished with him - until I get a damned good apology for this from him -"

Words failed me. The engineer was backing away - so I turned to give her retreat my most brilliant smile. I think I may have looked a little manic, 'cos she gave a little gasp. I stood there, in a towel that barely covered my hips, and I brandished the tube above my head like some kinda trophy.

"Thanks a lot. But believe me - it's most definitely not the same for girls!"

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