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for free etc
Category: Shameless PWP
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Notes: Duo hates shopping -- until he discovers this week's Special Offer!
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For dacia -- because she deserves it!
Duo Maxwell hitched up the
loose waistband of his sweats, and swore. The wheels of his trolley had
skidded sideways again, crashing it into the shelves of Rice and Pasta.
Like it had bounced into Dairy Products -- like it had careered into Cooked
Meats. It's not being paranoid, he thought, when things really
are out to get you.
He pushed his braid behind his shoulder, impatiently; jerked his vest
down over his lean, muscled stomach. He hated shopping! Or, let's
say, he hated rebellious trolleys; he hated running out of a score of
stuff, so that he had to go late shopping on a Saturday night like this;
he hated the way the store moved the ketchup to a different place every
week; he hated the washing powder box squashing his loaf of fresh bread;
he hated -
He didn't see the other trolley until it spun an equally awkward path
around the corner of the aisle, and crashed into him.
"What the f -?"
The two ‘drivers' glared at each other, ready for the necessary abuse
-- but then they stared again, in a double-take.
"Like I should have known who was driving so aggressively!" snarled the
tall, slender, dark-haired man, at the helm of the other trolley. He also
wore loose pants, and a close-fitting tee shirt, barely covering the well-developed
profile of his body.
"Like at least I can steer!" sneered Duo, in response.
They stared, angrily, at each other. Obviously they both had the same
opinion of grocery shopping on Saturday night.
"Duo," acknowledged the dark-haired man, finally, though a little grudgingly.
"Wufei," replied Duo, with a nod of his head. "You shop here often?"
Wufei Chang didn't seem to think he needed to dignify that cliché with
a response. Instead, he pushed his trolley to a stop, and moved to Duo's
side of the aisle. He looked, pointedly, at the shelf just beyond Duo's
"You're wanting the wholewheat spaghetti?" asked Duo, eyes wide and innocent.
The stacks were just above his head; the red writing of the packaging
peeked round from behind his chestnut-coloured hair.
"Yes," said Wufei. "Obviously."
Just as obviously, Duo didn't move out of his way. Deliberately obstructive.
With a laboured sigh, Wufei stretched up and across the other man, his
body leaning into the curve of Duo's upper body; his hand reaching past
Duo's cheek. Duo watched the muscles flexing on Wufei's upper arm; watched
the dark, stray hairs of his armpit, just visible under his tee-shirt
sleeve; watched the sinewy movement of his torso, tight against the thin
fabric. He smelt of a hot, fresh shower.
Duo moved his head slightly, as if by accident; as if he were shaking
a loose hair from his eyes. His hot breath brushed against the bare skin
of Wufei's inner arm. The other man shivered, almost imperceptibly.
"You after this brand as well, Maxwell?" came the wry drawl.
Duo snorted. "Not my type, Chang."
Wufei straightened back down, dropping the packet into his trolley. "So
Duo tilted his head a little to the side. Wufei watched the way the mocha-coloured
hair fell over his ear, nudging at his long, pale neck. "My type?"
The smile on Wufei's face was unexpected -- it was also enchanting. "Whatever."
Duo smiled, too. It seemed to answer whatever the question had been.
They browsed on down the aisle, their trolleys nudging at each other.
Duo paused by the frozen meat. "Chops or steaks? I can never choose…"
Wufei raised an eyebrow. "I don't eat meat, Duo."
"Oh yeah, right. Pity, that. Personally, I feel there's nothing as satisfying
as sinking your teeth into a nice, thick, succulent steak." He leant over
the freezer cabinet, bending in deep. "Biting it…sucking up the juices…"
He picked up a packet, and shivered. "Damned cold, here."
Wufei was suddenly rather close to him, their trolleys locked together,
creating a barrier between them and the rest of the aisle. Duo felt the
warmth of their bodies against the chill of the cabinet. He was pushed
further -- and very firmly -- up against the side of the unit. His head
was still bent forward, down into the frosty shelves.
"Still cold, Duo?" asked Wufei, conversationally. He was pressed up against
Duo's back, holding him in place, though never completely trapping him.
"Warm --" grunted Duo. "In places."
His vest was riding up his torso -- there were strong, insistent shadows
under the thin jersey, that had the shape of someone's fingers. Running
up the ridge of his spine; tracing the muscles along his ribcage. His
skin stretched taut at the touch. Goose pimples ran along the length of
his lithe limbs, from the combination of the ice-cold compartment and
the heated hands inside his clothing. His nipples were erect, and aching.
"Or there's always the option of a rack of ribs," he gasped.
"There is, indeed," murmured Wufei. His breath also seemed rather shallow.
His body was tense; Duo heard him lick his lips. "That can be just as
juicy -- just as succulent."
Duo moaned, softly; his hips shuddered against the cabinet.
Wufei stood at the Fruit and Vegetables display, undecided; hands full
of fruit. "Plums or apples?"
Duo paused beside him. "You need plenty of fibre, Chang. Need to keep
up that impressive physique."
The braided man turned smoothly, and suddenly he was facing the other,
but barely six inches away from him. The toes of their boots touched;
Duo's braid swung after him, brushing at Wufei's hip as it passed. Duo
reached forward, carefully removed all the fresh green apples from Wufei's
cupped hands, and tossed them back on to the display.
Wufei looked down at what he still held; two soft, dark pink, almost ripe
plums. He smiled, gently.
Looking up with hooded eyes, he rolled the fruits together slowly, in
his palm, caressing them with his fingertips. Duo watched their shiny
skins brush smoothly against each other; imagined the moist, plump flesh
He looked into Wufei's fevered eyes, and saw that he was thinking a similar
thing. He could tell.
"Important to have roughage, Wufei," he murmured, almost under his breath.
"For maintenance of all -- bodily functions…"
Wufei leant back against the fruit display; Duo leant forward, tightly
up against him. His arm reached down, in between the two bodies. There
was a slight disturbance in the fabric at Wufei's hip, as if his pants
were bunching up -- or perhaps, stretching out. It wouldn't have been obvious
to the shoppers passing behind them.
The muscles in Duo's upper arm flexed gently -- as if his hand was reaching;
searching. Grasping at something. Testing the ripeness of the fruit, maybe.
Wufei's eyes closed. He took a deep breath, as if he were approaching
the start of an exercise class. He attended many of those. His breath
exhaled, on a soft moan.
"This is on Special Offer this week. I always get this one."
Wufei picked up the can of body spray, and peered at the ingredients.
"Jeez, you looking for the ozone-friendly rating?" laughed Duo. "I just
choose it for the smell. It makes you smell sexy. Makes you irresistible
to -- well, to whomever you want to attract."
Wufei redirected his peering to Duo's face. "How do you know it works?"
Duo's eyes flashed brightly. Dangerously. "I know."
"Maybe…" breathed Wufei. He put a single fingertip to Duo's throat; traced
the pulse along the vein.
"What?" Duo's voice was barely a whisper in return.
"Maybe, you don't need the spray," mused Wufei.
Duo sucked in a breath. The other man had nudged them into the doorway
leading to the stock room. It was a quiet time, no assistants rushing
about with pallets and cages. Their trolleys sheltered them again. Their
bodies seemed unusually agitated.
"Maybe you smell -- sexy, already…" Wufei's tongue slipped out of the corner
of his plump lips, and licked at Duo's neck. He drew in a deeper breath,
as if he savoured the sweetness.
Duo smiled, smugly. "To you."
"Maybe." Wufei gave a low laugh. It vibrated down into the hollow of Duo's
throat, and the braided man shivered again. He was nowhere near the freezer
"Well, well, well…" he murmured, lips wide in a generous smile.
Wufei leant in against him, and covered those generous lips with his own.
Their words stopped immediately.
The trolleys rattled gentled, as they took the weight of the gently writhing
There were two full, unattended trolleys near to the checkout; and then
there were two voices, hissing urgently, around by Personal Toiletries.
"Here is hardly the place, Duo --!"
"You embarrassed, Chang?"
There was a shifting behind the stacks of toilet tissue; a strangled gasp.
"Never! But the shopping --"
"Fuck the shopping!" came a throaty growl.
Wufei's chuckle came from deep in his heaving chest. "No thanks - too
many sharp edges on the packaging…"
Duo's answering laugh was light, his tone teasing. "So leave the shopping,
and try something else instead!"
A grunt; a gentle thump against the shelving. A can of antiseptic cream
wobbled, and dropped off the top shelf.
Wufei's voice sounded like he was short of breath. "Maybe -- I should…"
His footsteps turned towards the checkout.
"I said, step away from the trolley," warned Duo.
The assistant stared, as the two men stumbled past her, spilling out through
the brightly-lit exit into the darkening night time, feet tangling, arms
grasping, breathing as harshly as if they'd been running.
They were good looking; they were young; they were heavily flushed. They
were desperate for something.
There was often an unusual clientele at this time of night.
She didn't think they looked like shoplifters, however, so she didn't
call for Security.
She felt rather flushed, herself.
"Could you have found a parking place further away from the store?" grumbled
Duo hauled open the door of his car, and pushed the dark-haired man in,
down on to the back seat. "Quit complaining!" he snapped. "No cameras
here, CCTV… Security… whatever."
Wufei grabbed at him as he fell, flat on to his back - Duo tumbled forward
on to the other man's chest, the door creaking shut against his heels.
The interior light of the car clicked off, and there was darkness all
around them. Their mouths came together, tongues thrusting, lips sucking.
The car rocked in complaint.
Wufei sounded breathless. "Devious bastard --"
Duo laughed, raggedly. He was fumbling at the waistband of his pants,
pushing them down; one of his knees jabbed at Wufei's thigh. The fabric
twisted around his ankles, as he wrenched his feet out from it, toeing
off his boots at the same time. He gave an impatient growl.
Wufei felt the pressure of Duo's lower body against him. Thick, muscled
thighs; skin taut over slim hips; damp, radiant heat from his fiercely
"Mine, mine --" he groaned, and started tugging at his own sweats. Duo
knelt up on the seat at his feet, peeling off his own vest, reaching forward
to help Wufei wriggle out of his clothes.
Both naked, their skin shone faintly in the distant light of the store
illuminations. Their chests were heaving with angry breath -- there was
the sheen of sweat on their skin; glassy beads of pre-cum at the tip of
each cock. Wufei stared at his rather impressive arousal; the faintest
hint of a fluorescent-pink neon sign was reflected in the moisture there.
Duo threw his braid back over his shoulder -- this was the only time he
was ever impatient with it. Getting in the damned way! He leant down again,
against Wufei's prone body, his legs wrapping round the other man's, his
lips and teeth seeking satisfaction. Their cocks brushed against each
other, the skin wrinkling and stretching with frustration, the flesh,
dark red and aggressive. It was Wufei's turn to moan.
"Want -- oh fuck -!"
The car seats were sagging under their combined weight; the windows were
steaming up. The suspension rocked. The men were slippery against each
other, from sweat and the leaking desire from their arousals.
Wufei could barely take his mouth from Duo's for long enough to speak.
The man's lips were sweet; thick, and firm, with the taste of raspberry
soda in his mouth. His hands reached out, sliding along the smooth, supple
skin of Duo's body, laid on top of him. His fingers ran along the clenched
buttocks of his splendid ass; teased at the hairs on the strong thighs.
He strained to reach between the cheeks -- to wriggle a finger into the
puckered skin that was hidden there.
Duo sucked in a breath -- his cock jerked, impatiently, squashed against
"Come on," Duo hissed. "Do it!"
"Under the seat --"
There was a sudden curse of pain, as Wufei rolled on to the discarded
car keys, then a loud jangling as they were thrown away, on to the floor.
His body was stretched out along the bench seat, the crown of his dark
hair crushed against the handle of the passenger door, his legs bent rather
awkwardly up against the other. Duo scooped a tube up from under the seat,
and sat up, astride him.
"So fucking awkward --" complained Duo. His hands were busy between his
own legs; then his fingers curled suddenly around Wufei's rearing cock,
the fingers slick with lube. The dark-haired man groaned.
"No room to manoeuvre," persisted Duo, wriggling his knee, which was trapped
between Wufei's hip and the back of the car seat.
"Always moaning…" Wufei ground out through gritted teeth. "We'll forget
about this, then, shall we?" He seemed to be resisting the urgent need
to thrust his hips up against Duo's hand.
Duo grinned. It was, of course, a rhetorical -- and ridiculous - suggestion.
His hand moved for a few more strokes, almost languidly, up and down the
stiff flesh that jutted out from Wufei's damp, sweaty groin -- he spread
the lube over it generously; perhaps teasingly. Then he knelt up higher,
and positioned himself over the thick cock. He lowered himself slowly;
halted at the first resistance, with a grimace.
Wufei's hands gripped at his hips, fingernails scraping at the skin. He
tugged him down further, and with a gasp, Duo let his body sink down,
swallowing the invasion of his ass.
"Shit…" murmured Wufei, almost reverently. Duo lifted up, carefully;
Wufei tugged him back down again. And again. Less carefully.
The car rocked; the seats creaked; Wufei groaned, more loudly, as they
built up a fierce rhythm.
"Fuck me!" came Duo's shout -- it wasn't too clear whether it was an instruction
or an expletive. Either way, Wufei seemed more than happy to oblige. He
lifted his hips, and thrust hard into the body above him. Duo's head fell
down against his chest; his hands gripped the cheap fabric of the seats
as if it were the only thing anchoring him to the earth. His braid fell
forward, and he no longer bothered to push it back.
The conclusion was swift, and intense. Duo's shouts became hiccups; his
own cock shuddered, and spat its load over both of their bellies; hot,
thick, sticky seed, pooling in Wufei's navel. Wufei felt the warmth on
his skin, felt the slow trickle down the side of his stomach, and he moaned
in surrender. His eyes widened, almost in shock, as his own climax hit
him. His hips slammed hard against the spread of Duo's thighs; his hands
dug into the shivering skin. His cock throbbed, and burst up inside the
other man, and he shook underneath him.
He felt the nagging pain of the car door handle against his ear.
Like he cared.
It was many minutes later. The back reaches of the car park were still
pitch dark, except for the reflected glare from the store. A man's head
came into view, inside the car, silhouetted against the back window. Its
long braid was considerably messed up; hanks of hair were sticking out
at odd angles.
"You've gotta love 24-hour stores," came Duo's bleary muttering. "Even
though I hate shopping." He spat gently, as if a hair was stuck on his
tongue. Perhaps several short, curly hairs.
There was more rocking of the car, and the other man sat up as well. If
there'd been enough light, there were soft bruises and red, suckled patches
to be seen on his torso. He didn't seem worried by them. There was some
shuffling from both of them, as long, muscled limbs sorted themselves
out, and found space to stretch out. Muscles were sore; bare flesh was
The car seat gave a sweaty fart.
The two young men both laughed, softly. The sound was throaty; greedy.
The silhouetted heads melded together again, with the soft, wet hissing
of tongues inside eager mouths. The car creaked, complaining yet again.
"So who's going back in for the shopping?" came Wufei's muffled question.
Duo snorted. "Not me. I'm going to take you back to my place, and hammer
your ass into my mattress!"
Wufei snorted, too, but he sounded amused. "Your turn, eh? I can only
hope your sexual navigation skills are better than your pushing of a trolley
A couple of mock punches were thrown, an arm twisted; Wufei's laugh was
sucked up into a fierce kiss. When they broke for air, the windows were
steamed up again, and the breathing sounded very harsh.
Wufei licked his lips, perhaps trying to regain feeling, in flesh that
had gone numb. "That's this week's Special Offer, is it?" he grunted.
"Very, Very Special," grumbled Duo. "Buy Now, or Miss Out. Once
it's Gone, it's Gone…"
There was a scrabbling on the floor of the car, a frenzied searching for
lost keys, in amongst the discarded clothing. Wufei tossed aside a sock,
and was victorious, holding the keyring up with a flourish.
He grinned, broadly, "Special Offer, eh?"
Duo's eyes were on his body; hot; laughing; challenging.
Wufei leaned in to take another taste of the smiling, mocking mouth; he
dropped the keys into Duo's still-naked lap.
"Then what are you waiting for? I'll take two!"
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