Disclaimer: Boys don't make passes at boys who wear glasses...well, they
don't often make passes at boys at all, more's the shame. Except here!
In Gundam Wing! Which...I don't own...damn. Which I don't make money off
of, damn again. Which is full of cute boys that I can't keep, triple damn!
Author's notes: This is for Rose, who gave me the description of Wufei
in his little glasses. Thanks go to Cara, for the word 'natter', RavenD
for 'Bob's Bait and Sushi Bar'. Also, thanks go Pumpkin, for being there
and encouraging me. ^_^
Who Wear Glasses
One of the worst ways to wake up in the morning, in the opinion of one
Duo Maxwell, pilot extraordinaire, expert sharpshooter, and all around
fun guy (in his own, not exactly humble opinion), was being cold.
Burrowing deeper into the blankets, which he firmly believed there were
not enough of but he'd been vetoed on both sides over adding more, Duo
fumbled out with one hand in search of someone warm to put his feet on.
Blanket, blanket and...blanket. The left side was a bust.
Undeterred, he shifted to continue the search on the right. Blanket, blan...ah,
ha! Oh, nope. Pillow.
Finally irritated to the point where it was worth opening his eyes, Duo
squinted in the dim light to discover that he was alone. Blinking, he
pushed the blankets around with one foot, as if someone might be buried
within them just waiting to be discovered.
No dice. He really was alone.
Sighing, he flopped backward onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Well, damn. He still wasn't completely awake, but he was alert enough
to realize that this sucked, big time. The only thing worse than waking
up alone was going to sleep alone, and he'd been spared that indignity,
at least. But it didn't mean he had to be happy about this.
Someone was going to pay for this, he decided, and as soon as he was awake,
he'd decide who.
His sleep-groggy mind was just becoming conscious to the point where actual
thought was possible, and methodically, he began to consider his options.
Heero was on call today, he remembered, which let him off the hook. A
damn shame, that, because there were few things in the universe that Duo
enjoyed as much as harassing Heero. Still, he couldn't blame Heero for
leaving him alone when he had to work. Some exceptions simply had to be
made...because that meant he could cheerfully blame this on Wufei, his
second choice when it came to annoying people for his own fiendish delight.
With Heero working, Wufei had the day off, which meant he'd better have
a damn good reason for not being naked in this bed when Duo awoke. Hell,
it was his -duty- to assist in the care and keeping of early morning wood,
and he was carelessly shirking his duties, in Duo's opinion.
Heaving a long suffering sigh, the things he did for these people, Duo
rolled out of bed, shivering as he quickly skinned into a pair of sweatpants
snatched hastily from a pile in the corner. Cold, cold, cold, because
Heero -I wear shorts in the fucking winter- Yuy kept the thermostat set
at approximately sub-arctic. Turning it up was useless. After a rather
vicious battle some months before, Heero had rigged the damn thing to
deliver a mild shock if you touched it.
Privately, Duo thought the guy had entirely too much time on his hands.
Two t-shirts and a sweatshirt emblazoned with 'Bob's Bait and Sushi Bar'
in garish lime-green later, Duo was ready for battle. The 'Fei- meister
was in danger today, he decided gleefully, reaching for the door handle.
Ideas were already bubbling up like champagne bubbles as he left the bedroom
and froze, staring as his will to torment positively deflated at the sight
in front of him.
Curled up on one end of the sofa, with his reading glasses perched on
the end of his nose, was Wufei. He was dressed only in a comfortably worn
pair of jeans that Duo noted with some amusement were his, and was so
immersed in the book in his lap that he hadn't even glanced up.
His hair was hanging loosely around his face, and as Duo watched he reached
up, absently tucking a strand behind his ear before he turned another
page, lost somewhere in the depths of a story.
Sighing, Duo surrendered the battle without even a word, deciding instead
to lean against the doorframe and simply appreciate the view. It was so
rare that he had a chance to look at either of his lovers like this, relaxed
and peaceful for just a few moments. They were both so uptight; a mission
here and working there, blowing up the odd gang of terrorists. He figured
that they'd each have at least one heart attack by age 25, or a stroke.
Wufei shifted slightly, tucking his bare feet under him and Duo grinned.
Well, so he wasn't the only one who thought it was a bit chilly in here.
And as a caring lover, wasn't it his duty to make sure Wufei was happy
Slowly, he shifted down to the floor, crawling silently around the sofa
until he was behind the other boy. Kneeling up, he studied the back of
Wufei's head. His hair was hanging in loose, damp tendrils, apparently
he'd taken a shower when he'd gotten up, and Duo was close enough to smell
his shampoo, something faintly sweet and musky. With a sigh Duo leaned
forward and buried his face into the nape of the other boy's neck, inhaling
He felt Wufei start, nearly jerking away, and Duo quickly reached up and
caught his shoulders, holding him still. He wrapped his arms around his
lover's bare chest and felt Wufei relax back against him.
"Easy, pretty boy," he murmured, resting his chin on Wufei's
shoulder so that he could nuzzle his ear. Wufei snorted quietly, turning
his head so that he could peer at Duo over the rims of his glasses.
"I'll thank you not to call me that," he said primly, sounding
every bit as anal as he looked in those little glasses. A strand of his
hair drifted down and settled on his nose, ruining his posturing as he
blew it irritably away.
Duo chuckled softly, nibbling at the soft lobe of Wufei's ear. "What,
I can't compliment you?"
"I wouldn't call that a compliment," he replied tartly, spoiling
it as he sighed and tilted his head to give Duo better access.
"But you -are- pretty," Duo insisted, sliding one hand over
Wufei's stomach and toying with the waistband of his jeans. The other
boy made a soft sound, squirming slightly and his book slid to the floor
with a loud thump. "Pretty, pretty, soft and pretty," Duo chanted
quietly, nearly crawling over the arm of the sofa to press his face against
Gentle hands slid into Duo's hair, curling around the base of his long,
sleep-disheveled braid as they encouraged him downward. "Are you
just going to natter on like an old woman about my virtues, Maxwell, or
are you planning on doing something?"
Duo blew a raspberry against the taut skin of the Chinese boy's stomach,
earning a startled curse and a squirm of protest. "Virtues?"
he asked, tonguing his way down. He was kneeling on the arm of the sofa
now, one leg on either side of Wufei's head as he made his way lower.
"I don't think you have much virtue left, 'Fei," Duo teased,
licking Wufei's navel and blowing lightly on the wet skin.
"That's...that's hardly...my...fault..." Wufei managed, "You
and...uhhh..." His voice trailed into a moan as Duo neatly unfastened
his pants, slipping one hand in to stroke the hard shaft that was pressing
insistently against the material.
"What was that?" Duo murmured, easing the soft, worn denim aside
and exposing Wufei's erection to his eager eyes. A quick glance downward
revealed that Wufei had let his head drop back against the sofa arm, his
eyes closed tightly in anticipation.
Laughing softly, Duo ran the tip of his finger down the length of shaft,
watching in amusement as it strained towards his touch. He yelped suddenly,
nearly falling off the sofa as Wufei sank his teeth into the inside of
"That is hardly the sound a man wants to hear when someone opens
his pants up, Maxwell," Wufei growled, even as he rubbed the bite
mark soothingly with the tips of his fingers.
"Aw, but it's so cute!" Duo crooned, patting the Chinese boy's
erection like it was a small pet. Before Wufei could offer up another
barrage of protests, Duo quickly lowered his head and lapped gently at
the tip, abruptly choking off his lover's words. Pushing back the foreskin,
Duo circled the soft ridge around the head with the tip of his tongue.
Wufei made a soft, distressed sound, his hips arching upward as he tried
to push deeper into the heat of Duo's mouth. The American backed off immediately,
waiting until Wufei settled back on the sofa before again lowering his
head and rubbing his cheek over the silky, impatient flesh.
"You know, if someone really liked someone else, and really liked
what someone was doing, he might consider reciprocating," Duo said
conversationally, casting a meaningful glance downward. He watched as
Wufei's eyes fluttered open and widened behind the lenses of his glasses,
suddenly seeming to realize the implications of what Duo was saying, as
well as the position they were in.
Cheeks brightly flushed with a mixture of desire and embarrassment, Wufei
nonetheless reached up and caressed Duo's cock almost shyly through the
thick material of his sweatpants.
Duo watched with amusement, although he was careful to keep it to himself
this time. Wufei really was pretty, he decided, all soft, warm skin, shades
darker than his own. But it was his mouth that was ungodly beautiful and
he groaned helplessly as Wufei carefully pushed his sweatpants down and
took the length of his erection between those delicately curved lips.
Trembling slightly, Duo bent his head back to the task at hand, feeling
a moan reverberate through Wufei and back to his own cock as he took the
hard length deeply into his mouth, sucking strongly.
Wufei bucked up hard, jerking, and Duo held on tightly, trying not to
choke as he backed off slightly before repeating it. Wufei mimicked him,
somewhat awkwardly, still not quite experienced at this but Duo found
his uncertainty absolutely charming, that this young man who was so confident
in everything he did could be as sweet as a virgin between the sheets.
One could get to like this, maybe too much. One could even perhaps get
to love this...
He banished the thought quickly, closing his eyes and concentrating on
making Wufei feel as wonderful as he did, and it seemed he was doing an
excellent job as Wufei tensed beneath him, whimpering desperately around
Duo's cock as he came, spilling himself deeply into Duo's mouth.
Swallowing quickly, even as sparks were starting to flicker behind his
closed lids, Duo rocked his hips slowly forward, pumping into the perfect,
wet heat of Wufei's mouth, moving his head back and resting his forehead
against Wufei's stomach.
"Oh, fuck me," he groaned, finally giving in, spurting his seed
into Wufei's tender mouth and hissing softly as the Chinese boy swallowed
around his sensitive member.
Forcing his stiffening limbs to move, Duo moved shakily down the sofa
and sprawled out at Wufei's side. The other boy sighed contently, rubbing
his cheek against Duo's thigh.
"If you wanted me to fuck you, you should have said so earlier,"
Wufei commented, eyes still closed.
"Humph, you and Heero are just regular comedians," Duo mumbled,
"You should hit Vegas and do a tour." Stretching luxuriantly,
he rolled over, ignoring Wufei's protests as various parts of his body
were squashed underneath him.
Crawling upward, Duo pressed his nose against Wufei's, crossing his eyes
as tried and failed to look stern. "And you know, if you were still
in -bed- I wouldn't have had to chase you out here to get some. Instead,
you have to get up and read..." His voice trailed off as he looked
down at the book on the floor.
He stared at it for a long moment before gingerly reaching down and grasping
it between his thumb and forefinger, as if actually touching it would
contaminate him. Pursing his lips, he studied the front cover for a moment.
"Wufei," he asked calmly, "Where did you get this?"
The other boy's cheeks pinked again, and he cleared his throat slightly.
"Heero gave it to me."
Duo nodded slowly. "I see. And who exactly do you two think you're
going to try this on?"
Blushing miserably, Wufei fought the urge to squirm and instead met Duo's
eyes steadily. "He didn't say. He just suggested I might like reading
"Did you?" Duo asked, eyebrows rising.
Duo grinned and shook his head. "Perverts." Tossing the book
back onto the floor, he leaned down and plastered a wet, smacking kiss
on his protesting lover as his hands slid into the loosened waistband
of Wufei's pants.
"So, have you gotten the chapter three yet?"
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