see part 1 for warnings, notes, dislaimer
+ Part 3
Heero stood on the kerbside by the closed shops, stamping his feet to
keep warm in the chilly evening. Every inch of him was tensed and waiting.
He'd pushed a message under Duo's door and he'd left the house, to come
straight here. He wanted some kind of neutral territory to meet - a mere
street corner. He couldn't face the park - it had too many awkward memories!
He folded his arms, wishing he'd brought a jacket. He had on his best
pants and the purple shirt that he was sure Duo had complimented once.
He'd even splashed some aftershave on, and then felt foolish. But he hadn't
washed it off.
What he'd failed to remember was that the street corner he'd chosen was
directly opposite the club where they'd gone last Saturday night.
The shops were quiet and deserted, of course, but it was an early weekend
night, and although the atmosphere inside the club wouldn't warm up for
several hours yet, there was a queue already starting outside. He pressed
himself back against a shop window, trying to maximise the distance to
the other side of the road.
"Come on in, gorgeous!" called one of the girls there, a pretty, petite
blonde. "I need a date for tonight!" There were smiles from her friends;
from a couple of boys in the queue as well.
"I'm waiting for someone," he growled in reply.
"Yeah, me!" cried a cute redhead, and her friends giggled. Heero rolled
his eyes. Like he hadn't heard that one before.
Then, thank God, he saw Duo. Hands in his pockets, glorious hair crammed
in under a plain cap. Tight, dark denim jeans, a casual jacket zipped
up against the encroaching cold. Moving down the street towards Heero
with a determined, loping stride that showed he was concentrating on getting
where he had to go, rather than his usual ambling, easy gait.
He drew up a few feet away. Looked fleetingly across at the club and the
partygoers there, then back down at his feet.
"Thank you for coming, Duo," Heero said, tentatively.
"Last night. You never showed." Duo's voice was fairly calm, but in Duo,
Heero drew a deep breath. He knew he wasn't too good at apologies. And
he hadn't dared ask any more of Wufei's advice. He wasn't sure their friendship
would stand much more suspense.
"I think I lost the address. I'm sorry. I never meant to leave you - leave
you -" Words failed him.
Duo stared at him fiercely for a second or two. Then he sighed. "No, I
guess not. And you know what? I never gave you the address in the first
place. I didn't realise until later - I gave you the wrong card."
"No, it was my fault!" snapped Heero, surprised by Duo's surrender. It
made him feel more uneasy than Duo's anger would have done. "I should
have listened more carefully to you - asked for the name of the hotel.
I should have gone with you, not stayed behind at the restaurant.
I should have done a lot of things differently. It's my fault!"
"Mine too, I guess. We were - erm - sorta otherwise engaged, weren't we?"
Duo had dropped his eyes again, and therefore missed the metaphoric steam
that was escaping from Heero's ears. His fury at the braided baka for
not listening to him!
"I searched for you...!" spluttered Heero. He was amazed at the tone of
his voice. He had become more sociable since dating Duo - a tad more easy-going.
There were other, subtle changes. But this tone of his tonight was almost
pleading. And - astonishingly - he was damn pleased that it was. "I tried
all the hotels around the restaurant -"
"You did? That's good to know." Duo smiled, very slightly. A bit sadly,
too - his ploy with the false names would have scuppered that investigation.
He looked up now, staring at Heero, but he was somehow shielding the emotion
in his wide, cautious eyes.
Heero felt the nausea deep in his stomach, and knew that it was all over.
He thinks it's a lost cause, he thought. Not worth pursuing. Duo has grown
tired of me and this week of ridiculous setbacks.
He wondered how he was going to cope. Thought - with some horror - that
he wasn't sure he could. He stood, virtually paralysed. People passed
them by; clubbers running across the road, occasional shoppers going home;
guys meeting friends. A couple of the girls from the queue were still
whistling at him. People hailed cabs at the roadside; the bouncers continued
to stare at the two guys who looked together, and yet not.
Heero saw none of this.
"Look - " blurted Duo, his voice uncertain in the pregnant pause. "I've
gotta ask. It's eating me up. Do you still wanna date me?"
"What?" Heero thought he'd misheard.
"Do you wanna go on with this? I mean - the week's been such a pile of
shit, and I don't seem to be doing you much good -"
"Of course I do!" Heero almost shouted. The bouncers shifted, menacingly.
Wondering if there was going to be trouble. Heero took a step towards
Duo, and found his legs weak with tension.
"It's driving me mad, Duo! I want to be near you all the time! I want
to kiss you - touch you all over! No - more than that; I want to grab
you here and now and rip those damn jeans off, and get you good and naked
underneath me. Then I want to unzip my pants and wrap your long,
tight legs round my hips and fuck you into the pavement -"
He was suddenly aware of Duo's wide, astonished eyes, and those of several
of the clubbers in the entrance queue.
"I want you, Duo," he finished, lamely. He was scarlet.
"Pass him over, Duo..." moaned the redheaded girl in the queue. One of
her hands was stroking gently at her breast, her eyes gazing at Heero
as he gave his speech. "He's just too cute when he blushes!" Her friends
"Yo, Heero." Duo seemed - amazingly - a little lost for words. "I - I
thought you wanted it to be just right..."
"I do - I did! But everything just keeps going wrong, doesn't it? I wish
I'd never said such a stupid, pretentious thing to you! What I really
want is for it to be now - to be the right time now - and
again - and again -"
"- and again -!" whistled the blonde, in the background.
"I'll take whatever's left!" called a tall, thin, dark-skinned guy. His
companion slapped him across the head.
Everyone, including the bouncers, laughed and grinned. Duo was silent.
"OK," sighed Heero. "So I've fucked up. I knew it. Blame my hormones;
blame the weather; blame the overwhelming desire I've got for you, and
that I've been carrying in my pants for weeks now! If that upsets you,
I apologise and we'll call it a day -"
"Yeah - right." Duo was breathing rather hard. He moved towards Heero
- put out a hand to touch at his arm. "Perhaps we're trying too hard."
"I mean -" said Duo, stroking at his arm. Plucking at the fabric. "We're
gonna do it regardless, aren't we? And I damn well hope we'll do it more
than once! Who cares where we are - what the foreplay's been?"
"I - I -"
"I want you just as much, Heero. I wanna stop playing with you -" he leaned
into the other boy's neck and whispered into his ear, "- and take everything
you wanna give!"
Heero felt a glorious throbbing in his groin. Suddenly the night was a
lot warmer. "You want me?"
"Yes!" whooped the girls. "Come on, sweethearts, get it on!"
"Doors open," grunted a bouncer, stepping a little to the side. No-one
"Yeah, I want you," murmured Duo, ignoring them all. There was just his
breath on Heero's neck. "Yeah - now!"
"Where?" said Heero, faintly. "I mean - on the pavement -? I didn't really
"Yeah... I guess it's a little too public..."
There were cries of "Shame! Shame!" from the queue.
"The hotel - ?"
"Too far - I can't wait that long..." hissed Duo. He was snaking an arm
round Heero's waist now, his lips touching the flesh under his shirt collar.
His tongue sneaked out to lick at it.
Heero thought he'd probably just come in his pants, and wouldn't that
be a show for the clubbers!
"Back to the house?"
"Boo ...!" came the catcalls from across the street. There seemed to be
quite a crowd now, and none of them seemed bothered about getting into
The two of them were already moving back there, almost instinctively.
Duo's hand was fiercely possessive on Heero's waist, and his feet were
starting to retrace their steps. Heero moaned very slightly, leaning into
the touch; following him gladly. Reaching his face up to Duo for more
attention from the cool, full lips.
"The others -"
"Should be out," mumbled Duo. He paused long enough to slide his hand
up to around Heero's neck.
"No, that was last night. I asked them to stay out last night," protested
Heero. His back was arching under Duo's caress; he moulded his body up
against Duo's, feeling his body heat from under the cold cloth of his
jacket. Needing to get even closer than bone and flesh would allow him.
"And I asked them tonight," smirked Duo.
He paused again, pushing Heero back against the shop window. His hands
were either side of Heero's face; drinking him in. He took a full, deep
kiss from him, and there was a soft moan from across the road as he crushed
his mouth against the other boy. Heero's mouth opened almost submissively
- but the response from his lips and tongue was far from that. He pressed
at Duo's chest; wriggled his hip against the other boy's groin.
"I sat there waiting for you last night - thinking about you - until I
had to jerk off and sleep -"
"You jerked off for me -?" gasped Duo. Sure - he did it himself; but he'd
never envisaged Heero indulging himself.
"Well, it wasn't the laptop that was on my mind!" hissed Heero. "I logged
in just so's you'd see I was in, if you came back..."
"Too late. I fell asleep on that damn hotel bed, not knowing whether to
come back or go look for you, or what. I never came round 'til
morning. A complete disaster, wasn't it? Do we deserve that sorta luck?"
Heero moved even closer, if it were possible; hands on Duo's hips; on
"What we deserve we are going to get tonight - OK?" His voice was rough.
He pushed at Duo, to get him moving back home again. "Go!"
The two boys started to tumble their way back up the road, turning every
ten yards to kiss, tangling arms around each other, missing lampposts
by millimetres. A laugh could be heard in the distance, as their voices
moved out of range of the club queue.
"Same time next week?" called the redhead, as the bouncer pushed her along
into the club. "Is that a date, you lovely boys?"
The house certainly looked deserted. Though Heero had the wildest feeling
that it wouldn't have mattered if it wasn't; he'd have taken Duo in the
middle of the living room floor, in full view of all their friends, and
sold extra tickets to the clubbers in town - he was desperate for him!
"Bedroom," he growled, leaving Duo barely enough time to shrug out of
his jacket in the hall. They both shook off their boots and socks, and
clattered up the stairs, bouncing off the wall and the banister as they
groped each other, mouths reaching to kiss, hands reaching inside each
"Mine? Yours?" gasped Duo.
"No delays!" snapped Heero. "I have no interest as to where -"
"Yours," said Duo, quickly. He knew they'd have a few problems even getting
into his, with the pile of dirty washing still waiting inside the door
for attention; and then there were the empty biscuit wrappers on the bedspread,
and the radio he'd taken to pieces, but was awaiting reassembly until
he found the last screw that had rolled under the bed...
They fell through Heero's door, panting. He slammed the door behind them.
"Bed," he hissed. "There will be no distractions this time, Duo
- I swear it!"
"Something'll go wrong, you can bet -"
"No!" replied Heero. He fell on to the bed beside Duo. They fell greedily
into the kissing again - hard, desperate, hot kissing. Lips fierce and
thrilling; tongues thrusting against each other's - swallowing up the
tastes of each other's mouth. Heero's hands were up under Duo's shirt,
and Duo clutched him hard against his chest.
The telephone rang downstairs.
Heero was groping for Duo's nipple - Duo arched in delight underneath
It rang again and again. No-one had turned on the answer machine.
Heero felt Duo tense. "Leave it!" he hissed.
"Could be a crisis with the others -" moaned Duo. Heero twisted his nipple
particularly viciously. He yelped, and his head swam.
"Don't care," came Heero's reply, through gritted teeth. "Take this off
-" He was tugging at Duo's shirt, up over his head, trapping his arms
and leaving him helpless on his back. The phone stopped ringing. Duo relaxed,
and let Heero strip the shirt off.
He felt the other boy's firm, fierce lips on his chest - first against
one nipple, then the other. Duo loved this! Heero suckled and licked,
as if he drank from them. His hand played with the one that wasn't in
his mouth - then he swapped, and gave the same attention to the other
side. His saliva was hot on Duo's skin; his hand barely restrained from
"How did you prepare for me, Duo?"
"Uhh -?" Duo could manage only a groan.
"Last night. You said you'd go on to the hotel, to get ready for me. What
did you do? Tell me!"
Heero shifted on the bed beside Duo, and his tongue started to lap down
away from his nipples, down towards his stomach. The goose bumps followed
him, all the way down Duo's skin.
Duo drew in a deep and painful breath - praying this wouldn't stop. Ever!
"I - guess I just brushed my teeth like a million times... had a shower
"Tell me," murmured Heero, his mouth full of the tight, smooth skin of
Duo's waist. "So I know what I was missing -"
"Stripped off -" gasped Duo. "Boots - socks... Shirt... pants ..."
"Nah... forgot 'em again ...like tonight..."
Heero drew in a sharp breath. Went back to his lapping - and suckling
the flesh, and nipping at it...
Duo moaned, arms flapping in confusion, trying to anticipate where Heero
was going next. There was fevered breath at his waistband - fingers at
the button of his jeans.
"Tied the braid up...ran the water real hot, but not so hot I was gonna
be a boiled prawn when you peeled me again -"
"Oh, Duo..." groaned Heero. His groin ached at the thought.
"Poured all the gel over my hands - wanted to cover all of me, wash off
the sweat and the unfamiliar smell of the room..."
Duo was getting into this. He lay flat back on the bed, which helped Heero
get a good grip of the button of his jeans. Heero flipped it open - his
hand stayed there, hovering over the zip. His mouth was low over Duo's
hip. His tongue flickered out again and slid a saliva trail under the
fabric, nudging it down with his nose.
"Heero - please -" Duo begged. "Take 'em off - please! It hurts like hell
in here!" His cock was so swelled he was amazed he could move his legs.
He could feel the denim straining over his arousal - the teeth of the
"Tell me more - you've only just got in the shower." Heero's voice was
muffled by his work down at Duo's groin. He tugged the zip down a little
"Uhhh... washed my chest - shoulders...down my arms - smoothed it all
up under my armpits, down my sides to my waist..."
"Your back -"
"Yeah," sighed Duo. The zip was almost down now. "Did my back, down the
sides and into the dip by my ass -"
The zip came to a halt. Heero was panting - hard. Duo went on.
"And then round to my legs - lotsa gel round my knees and thighs, down
between my thighs and up again to my ass... And up round the front into
the hairs, need to keep 'em clean, yeah? And then got a good hold of the
balls, and -"
There was nothing happening down below. Had Heero had a heart attack?
"What - what's up?"
Heero's voice was sharp. Frustrated. "Damn zip's stuck - tooth broken!"
"Fuck... It's tricky on this pair, Heero, you have to sorta wiggle it
three-quarters down, or it mismatches -"
"Like I should know how to fasten your jeans!" he snapped.
There was a horrible chill over Duo's half naked body. He realised that
Heero was starting to sit up.
"No!" he almost yelled. "You said no distractions! Wait up -!" He reached
down and struggled with the jeans himself. They were stuck on his hips
- he was slender, but the zip had only gone part way, and there wasn't
enough of an opening to push them down further. He saw Heero staring at
him. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat; his chest
was heaving, his face was flushed. His shirt had two buttons hanging off,
from their gropings so far. Duo could see a promising bulge in his lap,
as he sat on the bed beside him. But there was a look of distress on his
face that Duo did not want to see tonight!
"OK, no problem!" he ground out, through gritted teeth. "Here we go!"
And he wrenched hard at the zip. There was a groan and a grating sound,
and it ripped apart - including the seam of the jeans, all around the
"Shit..." breathed Heero.
"They'll mend," hissed Duo, wriggling them off his legs for good. He was
"Who cares?" sighed Heero. He had a full and uninterrupted view of Duo's
groin, and his gently swelling, wrinkled balls. The dream that
was his cock. It was erect and beckoning to him; swollen head, red, heated
flesh. Rearing up between pale, muscled thighs - a splendid shaft, bedded
amongst cheeky, curling hairs. Heero thought he'd died and gone to Paradise.
Duo paused, suddenly nervous. He tugged at the bedspread, perhaps to cover
himself up from Heero's fascinated gaze.
"Don't you dare!" growled Heero. He glanced up and saw the flash of anxiety
in Duo's expression. "Trust me, Duo. We'll help each other. It'll be OK."
"I know," murmured Duo. He lay back. He stretched his arms up above his
head. His legs moved instinctively apart, and his cock bobbed impatiently
on his stomach.
"Oh shit..." breathed Heero, again. "Duo - I want to - look, I want you
to do me as well, but not tonight - tonight, I want to - will you let
me - "
"Do whatever you want, Heero. 'Cos I'm gonna want it too."
And then he yelped with delighted shock, because Heero had gone down on
him. A hot, trembling mouth had engulfed the head of his cock, and a moist,
rough tongue was licking enthusiastically at his length. Almost too
Duo made a strange noise that may have been words, but was definitely
expressing his pleasure. Heero was encouraged - he was obviously doing
it correctly! He savoured the taste in his mouth - the taste of Duo's
cock. It had a tang; a very definite, delicious tang. He was angry
with himself for not trying this before! He licked again, and harder -
felt the engorged, velvet skin wrinkle and stretch under him, and Duo's
hips bucking against his chin. He slid his tongue across the tip, feeling
the little slit, and was rewarded with another few drops of pre-cum. He
sucked it up, and swallowed hard.
"Jeeeez, Heero, that's so - so - " The last manoeuvre sent Duo right to
the very edge. He thrashed about on the bed, grabbing at Heero's hair,
torn between pushing him further down on to his cock and dragging him
back, because it felt so very, very, fucking good that he thought
he might come any second, like there was no savouring of it, it was just
immediately, brilliantly explosive, like now, now, now -!
Heero gargled something that sounded like 'Duo!' and his lips tightened
around the throbbing cock, and Duo arched high on the bed, yelling. The
world was made of white light and red and yellow fireworks, it seemed,
and then he came like he'd never come before, cum exploding out of him
like a dam bursting - all into Heero's shocked and convulsively swallowing
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