2x5x2, lemon, PWP
For dacia's birthday, with all my love.
Duo felt the vibration in his
pocket before the cell phone started to ring out its 'Frosty the Snowman'
tune. He shifted his seatbelt to one side, pulled it out of his pocket,
and clipped it into the hands-free adaptor.
There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "I assume that's you, Duo?"
Duo grinned. That rich combination of belligerence and frustration in
the tone of a voice -- he loved that in a man.
"Uh-huh. Who else were you expecting to answer my phone?"
Wufei's voice made that snorting sound that Duo so often provoked. Duo
liked to provoke, and not just in conversation. Wufei had an extremely
delicious portfolio of sounds for which Duo knew he was the sole trigger
-- and the sole audience. He shifted in his seat. Despite the winter weather,
he was getting warm.
"Where are you? We're due at Quatre's tonight."
Duo sighed, gently. He peered out of the car windscreen through a heavy
drizzle of rain. "I'm in the car."
Wufei cursed, softly and in Chinese. Duo knew most of the favourites,
but this one sounded particularly imaginative. "Didn't you leave work
early? You knew we had a date."
A date. Duo smiled, slowly. "I knew, yes. I left work early, yes. The
traffic has been very bad tonight, and I drive in the traffic, as I believe
is the custom when in a car."
Wufei made a sound of annoyance. "Don't be facetious. It's just as much
a trial to me, trying to leave the city early enough for us to drive over
to Quatre's tonight."
"And you are... where?" Duo let the gentle mischief seep through his question.
Wufei coughed. "Well, actually... I'm still on the train."
There was a moment of silence. Wufei sat as comfortably as he could on
the ripped and grubby seat cushion and listened to the distorted twang
of a platform announcement at the unfamiliar station ahead. He had the
earpiece to his phone clipped over his ear: he thought he could hear the
sweep of traffic noises behind Duo's words.
"So you're not home yet, either." Duo's voice was a drawl. Wufei had time
to see the words approaching, when Duo spoke -- or so he often thought.
But then Duo would somehow twist them at the last moment and produce something
wicked and wonderful that would both amaze Wufei and totally piss him
Wufei sighed. "No. I'm not home yet, either. This time of year, the trains
are all delayed and it's not my usual service. There are, I believe, seven
stops to go."
Wufei watched the lights of the station whip past and the train begin
to speed up again. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"We can go tomorrow." There was an edge of rebellion in Duo's voice. There
so often was.
Wufei grimaced. "We promised Quatre we'd be there tonight."
Duo was ignoring him. Wufei listened as his lover's tone grew lower. "We
can set off early tomorrow, instead. So then tonight we can eat takeout,
turn up the heating in the lounge and fuck all night."
Wufei's sharp intake of breath escaped him before he could catch it. "That
appears to be your answer to everything."
Duo's voice softened: Duo was smiling. Wufei knew how the man's mouth
would look, wide and generous and yet ultimately demanding. "Yeah. Don't
hear you complaining."
Wufei smiled, too. He wondered if Duo would hear that in his voice. "I
wish. But it'll be another hour before I get back."
Duo watched other car headlights arc across the side window of his car,
then swoop away in the opposite direction. He relaxed a little in his
seat: he slid a hand off the steering wheel. "I don't like waiting. I'm
Wufei made the tutting sound that Duo knew well. "Well, there's nothing
we can do about it, I'm sitting in a cold, damp train carriage and you're
trapped in traffic." He went silent for a moment, then when Duo didn't
reply, he snapped out, "Duo?"
Duo felt relaxed: the car heater was on and the windows were slightly
steamed. He felt ... provocative. "Yeah?"
"Don't," came Wufei's voice. He sounded nervous.
Duo smiled even more broadly. He liked that in a man, too. "What's up,
Wufei? Like you say, there's nothing we can do about it. Not we, anyway...
Wufei made a soft, strangled noise.
Duo whispered gently into the phone. "I can always entertain myself, of
course. Not as good as lying spread out and naked on the lounge carpet,
my breath heaving, my knees drawn up to my belly and your slicked fingers
sliding in and out of me." He sighed. "But a guy's got to make the best
of a situation."
He rubbed his free hand gently along the front of his jeans, stroking
at the bulge there. "I'm very hot tonight," he murmured. "Very swollen."
Wufei cursed again in Chinese, but Duo knew many of the words he used
this time. They described several of the things that were currently colouring
his own imagination. "Hell, Duo, you're in a car. Have you pulled over?"
Duo sighed. "Yeah. And pulled out. Maybe you didn't hear the sound of
my zip... "
Wufei's breath made a sharp, sucking sound.
Duo ran tentative, familiar fingers along the length of his cock. He was
fully erect, his jeans and boxers pushed down his thighs so that he was
exposed to the cool evening air. The sensation made his eyelids droop
with pleasure and his breath catch in his chest. He wondered how many
people were sharing the carriage with his homecoming lover. He wondered
who they might be; how Wufei's eyes might be assessing them. Wufei could
be very cautious; Wufei could also be abandoned in a way that was far
deeper than Duo could even dream of.
"I'm hot." He sighed again. "Very hot. I can feel the pulse in my groin...
the throb of blood around my body. My skin is tight. There's a trickle
of sweat on the inside of my thigh. It tickles."
"Dear God," came Wufei's whisper.
Duo settled further down in his seat and let his head fall back against
the headrest. "I'm thick tonight -- my dick's filling my palm. It's smooth
to the touch... silky. When I rub the pad of my thumb over the tip, it
leaks cum on my hand. It's so swollen that when I run my fist up and down,
it barely ripples the sheath around it."
"Duo... " Wufei's voice was very hoarse. "I can't believe you're doing
this. While I'm here and... you're there."
"So join me," Duo murmured. His palm was slick with pre-cum as he lazily
pumped his cock, up and down, his eyes catching the reflections in the
raindrops on the car window and his mouth murmuring into the semi darkness
at the phone. "It's never as much fun without you."
"As much?" croaked Wufei. "Surely there should be no comparison."
Duo grinned. His hand paused, teasingly, his fingertip massaging the slit
at the crown. He bit his lip. "Don't be pedantic. You like to watch me
"Yes, I do." Wufei's voice was barely more than a whisper. "But preferably
when I'm in the same room."
Wufei placed his briefcase
on the empty seat beside him very carefully. He noticed that his hand
Duo's voice was relaxed; murmuring like a sleepy hummingbird in his ear.
"Aren't you horny, too?"
Wufei glanced around the train carriage. It was half empty by now -- very
few of his fellow commuters travelled to the outskirts of the city, where
he and Duo lived. The unfashionable - yet inexpensive - suburbs.
"You know I am. But I can't talk freely."
"Let me do the talking, then. Is your earpiece clipped on?"
Wufei touched his ear instinctively, and the earpiece slipped against
a palm that was suddenly damp with sweat. "Yes. But why... "
"It leaves your hands free," whispered Duo's voice, seduction seeping
through the slight distortion.
Wufei bit back a groan. He glanced around the carriage again. A couple
of young men opposite him had fallen asleep, wrapped up in their coats,
beery fumes coming from their breath. An old woman sat huddled in a seat
at the other end, chattering under her breath to a non-existent companion.
A nondescript commuter in full pinstripe suit sat with his back to Wufei,
his head bobbing gently in time with the music from his own personal headphones.
"You're outrageous," he murmured to his lover. But then, he liked that
in a man -- and particularly in Duo. And Duo knew it, too. "Tell me what
you have in mind."
Duo laughed softly. "Loosen your tie," urged the whisper in Wufei's ear.
"And I'll tell you."
Wufei felt for the knot at his neck and tugged it down. It was relief
to his tightening throat. "What's the latest situation?" he murmured.
Duo laughed again, though he sounded breathless. "Hell, how do you do
it? How do you make it sound so innocent? You might be on the 'phone to
your broker, asking for an update on your share portfolio. You might be
asking if I've fixed the broken door on the kitchen cupboard, or whether
there's enough pasta for supper."
It was Wufei's turn to laugh. One of the men stirred on the seat opposite
him, but settled back with a drunken snore. Wufei didn't ask if Duo preferred
the details of their call to be shared with the whole carriage - his sarcasm
had backfired on him many times, due to Duo's humour and total lack of
"I'm waiting for your update," he said, carefully.
"Tell me, Duo."
Duo sighed as his hand slipped around his cock in a lazy figure of eight.
If he closed his eyes, he could imagine Wufei there with him. The other
man's eyes would be dark, like the centre of a whirlpool; his skin would
shine with the sweat of excitement.
Tell me, his lover had said, like he was asking the colour of a new carpet;
like he was asking for the synopsis of the latest novel. Only Duo knew
the underlying tone; the sharp edge to the sensible words; the need that
dripped like treacle from every clipped syllable.
That need fed his own, like they were fellow parasites in paradise. They'd
always been that way for each other.
"I'm hard," he sighed. His eyes were closing of their own volition as
the desire uncoiled in his groin. His back arched gently in conjunction
with the movement of his fist. "So fucking hard. But the skin is soft
and wet. My palm slips a little -- I used too much spit I think, lubricating
my hand. The cum is welling up and trickling down between my fingers."
He gasped suddenly, loudly, as a wave of sensation washed over him, overwhelming
him for a second.
"Not yet!" came Wufei's growl. Duo marvelled at how his lover could tell
how close he was, just from a gasp. He supposed he'd given too many gasps,
too many times, for it to be a mystery any more. He smiled with delight
at the thought.
"Are you joining in?"
Wufei grunted with frustration. "How can I?"
Duo grinned in the darkness of the car interior. He could imagine the
flickering lights of the train carriage; the disinterest of fellow travellers
that might suddenly switch to curiosity. "Use your newspaper."
"Huh?" Wufei sounded startled, then cautious. "Maybe I didn't buy one
Duo grunted this time, also with frustration. His fingers paused at the
base of his cock and he could feel his skin prickle, begging for the stroking
to continue. "And maybe the sky has fallen in, Chicken Little. You always
buy one. Open it up, cover your lap."
Wufei was laughing, mixed up with a snort of outrage.
Duo's hand squeezed gently at his arousal. He reached his other hand down
between his legs, weighing the crinkling flesh of his ball sac. His little
finger snagged in the curls around his balls. "How many stations left?"
Wufei's voice changed tone, as if he turned to look out of the train window.
Duo sighed. "That's good. I know I'm not normally the type to eke out
the torture, but I'd like to think I could last for four." He started
the lazy stroke again and a moan slid from his mouth like warm liquid.
"Maybe not tonight . I am particularly horny."
"And you sound particularly lost," came Wufei's admonition. There was
a firmness to his voice now that lifted the hairs on the back of Duo's
Duo sighed. "Yes."
"But not yet," repeated Wufei, far more sharply than before. "Do you hear
Duo imagined Wufei's eyes, and that dark whirlpool. Imagined the taste
of that salty skin. He paused again. "So what will you do to stop me?"
Wufei sucked in his breath. "You want to know?"
The sound of his lover's voice was strong, and as demanding as anything
Duo had ever heard. His eyes widened, despite his heavy lids. He looked
out of the car window and imagined he could see the lights from the distant
railway line, refracted through the drizzling rain. The sound of an emergency
vehicle siren wailed in and out of his hearing as it darted across the
other side of town. "Yes," he said, again.
Wufei chuckled -- a sound that trailed goose bumps down Duo's spine.
"I will direct you."
Wufei opened the newspaper
and laid it carefully out on his lap. Under cover of the rustling sheets,
he unzipped his pants.
No-one moved in the carriage. The drunken men had woken abruptly at the
last station and stumbled out, not even sure if they were home or not.
The old woman seemed to have fallen asleep. The man with headphones was
reading his own paper, his head bowed to his chin.
"Tell me where you are," Wufei said into his 'phone. Maybe it sounded
as if he were questioning a satellite navigation system. Maybe he was
helping the man on the other end of the line to find his way.
Duo would know exactly what he was helping him with.
"I'm aching," came Duo's pouting voice. "Shit, Wufei, I am so hard that
I hurt. My hand isn't as good as yours -- I rush myself. Don't you wish
your hand was here now, pumping me, sliding up from my balls to my slit,
spreading the dampness, squeezing the heat... ?"
Wufei's hand slid inside his pants and palmed his own fierce erection.
He was harder than he could remember being for a long while. Maybe it
was his poor memory; or maybe it was just that Duo always made him feel
like that. "I want to know more. I want to hear more."
Duo was panting loudly. The sound was clear over the phone line, even
though Wufei knew his lover's head would have fallen back, like it always
did when he got close to climax.
"I'm sorry?" Wufei said, softly, mischievously. He could feel the tightness
across his own chest and the throbbing in his hand. "Please repeat."
"Need you," hissed Duo. His words were becoming fragmented, the sound
hiccupping as his head moved back and forth. Wufei could imagine him moving
like that; like a trapped animal; like a landed fish, desperate and violent
with its almost helpless efforts. Duo's eyes would be almost closed, yet
the fierce colours would glint from under his lids, moisture threatening
at the corners.
Wufei felt a sudden dizziness; his hand clenched around the shape of his
cock, inside the cover of his briefs, and he pumped himself almost cruelly.
He had two stations to go and yet he thought he might come at any second.
"What do you need, Duo?"
Duo's voice was whimpering shamelessly. Shamelessness was another thing
that Wufei loved in him. "Need you, you bastard. Need your hand -- need
your fucking tongue between my thighs. Need this wetness to be you, need
this grip to be yours."
"Are you close, Duo? Tell me where you are now."
"Ahnn... " Duo gave a strange sobbing groan. "Fingers up inside me. Not
yours, but feels so good... "
Wufei struggled to find his voice. The paper slipped a little on his lap
and he grabbed it back into place. His legs were outstretched and he pressed
his body back against his seat as if he might leap from it. "Are you coming,
Duo? Tell me."
He listened to his own voice as if from a distance. He might have been
asking Duo if he were coming to dinner; to the movies. He heard Duo's
laugh over the phone, even in the midst of his groans. Duo was enjoying
the joke, as well.
"Yeah." Duo panted. "Are you jerking off too? Are you coming, too?"
"Yes," hissed Wufei.
"I need you to tell me," growled Duo. "To order me to come."
Wufei gave a half laugh. His limbs were shaking; one hand gripped the
paper as if it anchored him to the earth itself, and his other hand worked
fiercely under his pants. His cock jerked in his palm, the cum beginning
to spit out and wet his briefs.
Duo laughed, as if he could see him. Wufei wondered if his gasps were
now so familiar to his lover that he could be read as easily as his nightly
"Tell me now, Wufei. No whispers. No coy, coded phrases. Tell me to fuck
myself, to pull harder and faster, to cup my balls and thrust these fingers
up my ass, sliding in even deeper and wider..."
"Come," Wufei said, sharply. The old woman was singing something unintelligible,
and for a second the chorus faltered. The business man plucked his headphones
off, rearranged something, then plugged himself back in. The train shuddered
in its approach to the final station.
"Come!" Wufei groaned, again, and felt his own climax grip his groin.
His cock strained against cloth and his cum spilled out from its tip.
His head dropped briefly - his neck was flushed and his hair was damp
Duo moaned in his ear; Duo groaned and cried out; and Duo also came, with
his usual loud, angry ecstasy.
Wufei stood in the shadow of the local station concourse, sheltered from
the worst of the rain. He still had his earpiece in. He could hear the
sounds of Duo yawning and stretching. When there was a lull in the traffic
noises on the road ahead, he could also catch the sound of Duo sucking
"Have you arrived at the station now?" His lover sounded a delicious mixture
of satiation and hunger. Wufei knew no man who could balance those as
well as Duo.
"Yes," he grunted. "But it'll take me some time to walk back like this."
He shifted his left leg carefully. The stickiness had gathered awkwardly
on one side of his briefs. He held his briefcase possessively in front
of his belly. It would have to do. In the dark, no-one would notice the
He knew his voice had sounded irritated, but the smile on his face belied
it. He would show Duo that smile when they both got home.
Duo laughed. He lifted his phone from the hands-free cradle and opened
his car door. He loved the sound of Wufei after he'd come. His lover's
voice became deeper; thicker; richer. Duo's legs felt stiff and his cock
sore, but he felt the twinge of desire returning already.
"Hey, you could always have hung up, you know."
"Yes, right," snorted Wufei. "And leave you horny and unsatisfied."
Duo grinned. "You are one generous man, Wufei. I'll put the kettle on
for you. Get dinner started. Hey, there's a lot of mail on the mat today...
He could hear Wufei's puzzlement even over the phone. "What are you talking
about? You still have to drive through town and the traffic is as dreadful
Duo laughed even louder. "Hell, no. I'm letting myself into the house
right now. In fact, I've been home for the last half hour, parked on the
front drive. Didn't I say?"
Wufei's furious grunt was as expressive as any words.
Duo grinned, flipped his phone shut quickly and went to shower.
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