Good Catholic Boy (cont)
Duo had been nervous and excited
all day. He knew the book Heero had promised him would be something forbidden,
but he wanted to see it anyway. The more he thought about it, though,
the more he had to admit that "knowing what to avoid" might
not be his only reason. Mowing Mrs. Murray's lawn Saturday should make
up for it. Heero was waiting for him with the umbrella again. He ran to
him and, as soon as they were out of the gateway, put his arm around Heero's
waist so he could stay dry.
Having his arm around Heero felt kind of nice too. Heero's waist was slender
and Duo could feel the muscles moving at the small of his back as he walked.
He had kind of noticed that on their walk to school. Now, he decided he
liked the way they felt against his arm. He decided they felt... nice.
"Well?" Duo said as they turned the first corner, wondering
if Heero had changed his mind.
"Just a little further." A minute later he turned them into
the alley. This time he led Duo further -- to a staircase that led to
an abandoned basement entrance. It was covered, dry and private. He put
the umbrella aside. "Kiss me, koi."
"Do you want the book?"
Duo considered, then remembered how Father Riordan was always saying the
thought was as bad as the deed. If that was the case, maybe the deed didn't
merit any more penance that the thought. Four "Hail Mary's".
He added two more just to be safe. "OK."
He watched as Heero pressed him back against the wall and leaned forward,
touching his lips. The scent of vanilla filled his nose. He felt Heero
sucking on his lower lip, pulling it down. This was different. He closed
his eyes, letting the tingling sensations run through him undisturbed
It felt good. Heero's tongue touched the inside of his lip. He jumped,
surprised. It pushed up against his teeth. Well, Heero seemed to know
what he was doing, and if he was going to do the penance, he might as
well make the sin worth it. He let his jaws spread as Heero's tongue crept
into his mouth, reaching for his tongue. Duo brought it to him.
His eyes opened wide as he felt Heero sucking, pulling their tongues into
his mouth. Heero's eyes were closed. Duo let his tongue touch the roof
of Heero's mouth, Heero's tongue teasing the bottom of it, moving it around
to his teeth, his cheeks, introducing it to his whole mouth as their lips
worked against each other. Then Heero was pushing back into Duo's mouth,
gently exploring the soft insides. This was definitely better than the
Duo felt dizzy, his legs wobbly. Heero pulled away, breaking the kiss
and air rushed into Duo's lungs. "You have to remember to breathe, Duo,"
Heero said, panting slightly. "Is that the first time you've ever been
He knew Mrs. Murray didn't count, but he didn't want Heero to know what
a novice he was. Then he remembered. "No," he said, defensive.
Heero laughed. "Is it the second?"
Duo nodded. Oh well. He couldn't lie.
"Did you like it?"
Duo looked at his feet, ashamed to answer -- and noticed the slight bulge
just below his belt.
"I thought you did."
He sounded... relieved? Duo glanced up and saw Heero looking at his crotch,
then Heero met his eyes. "You are a damn good Catholic boy," Heero said,
licking his lips. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thin book.
"Here. This is the first one."
"First one?" Duo looked at it. "Hey. This is just a comic book." He looked
again. "Hey, they look like me and you. And what's this stuff on the front?"
"It's a Japanese comic book -- a doujinshi -- and that's Japanese writing."
"I can't read Japanese."
Heero laughed, taking the book from him. "You won't need to. There aren't
that many words." He turned Duo around and stuffed the book into his backpack.
"It reads backwards from English books, so start at the back. Just look
through it tonight before you turn out the light. Oh, and you don't want
Mrs. Murray to find that or she'll put you in a convent."
"Monastery. Girls go to convents, boys go to monasteries"
"Whatever. Let's go before she thinks I've waylaid you and ruined you."
They walked back into the rain under Heero's umbrella. Duo wasn't sure,
but he thought he might have just been ruined. No, Heero acted like there
was more -- a lot more -- than kissing, but Duo didn't know how anyone
could survive anything more devastatingly pleasant than that kiss. The
electric thrill that had run through him as Heero's scent filled him and
their tongues touched, the taste of Heero's mouth. Heero's strong hands
on his shoulders, the way Heero's tongue had felt in his--
"Duo?" Heero's voice snapped him out of the memory. "Be sure you don't
think about kissing in front of Mrs. Murray."
Heero's free hand brushed against the front of his pants. Duo saw the
bulge had become quite noticeable. "Uh..."
"Don't worry," Heero told him. "It'll pass if you think about something
else. Tell me about your Catechism class."
Duo brightened and set about trying to explain everything to him. Maybe
he could convert Heero. Then Heero could go to St. Brigid's together and
they could really be friends.
When they reached Mrs. Murray's door, Duo's pants fit normally again.
He realized, as he waved goodbye, that Heero hadn't been interested in
the Catechism, he'd been helping him forget the-- Duo thought about his
Mrs. Murray always went to bed early on Friday nights. Duo had neated
up the living room and had washed and put away the dishes for her. He'd
decided prayers may not be enough to make up for the kiss after all. He
lay on his belly on his bed in his boxers and got to the thing he'd been
waiting for all evening, the comic book -- no, he'd called it a... doujinshi.
He'd hidden it under his pillow when he got home. Now he would find out
what Heero was really after.
He looked at the cover. The strange Japanese characters made no sense
to him, but the boy on the cover looked a lot like Heero, and the boy
he was thinking about looked a lot like Duo -- even had a long braid.
He knew they couldn't be, who would draw a comic book about them? Especially
a comic book about them kissing and stuff. He decided to pretend they
He opened the book. The pictures were black and white, and there weren't
any words. He didn't need them to follow the action. The first page showed
Heero sitting in a bedroom working on something at a desk. He scanned
the panels and pages as they showed Heero thinking about him, then getting
up from the desk, followed by several long, indistinct views of him taking
off his tank top and shorts.
When he turned the page again his mouth dropped open. The first page showed
Heero's butt as he bent over, pulling down his briefs. He'd never really
looked at another boy's butt. He'd caught glimpses in the showers after
PE, but the teacher, Father Padraig, was a sharp Jesuit who extracted
penance in the boxing ring from any boy who looked too long in the wrong
direction. Everyone quickly learned to keep their eyes on the wall in
front of them. Now Duo saw smooth muscle, defining a hard hemisphere split
by a deep crack. At the bottom of that crack was the faintest glimpse
of a puckered hole.
He stared at the picture of Heero's naked butt for a while. It was beautiful
-- but why? He gave up trying to figure it out. It was just beautiful.
That was all there was to it. He wondered if others boys' butts looked
like that. Carefully pulling up a dozen fleeting, unintentional views
in the gym shower, he decided not.
The second page showed Heero's naked body from behind. The lines and curves
of muscle in his back sweeping down to his narrow waist, that butt again
-- Duo couldn't find words to describe it -- curving into the tops of
his thighs. He turned the page again.
His mouth opened wider and he turned the book sideways to get a better
view of the two page spread of Heero, from the front, standing there,
completely naked, legs slightly apart, lips parted, eyes closed, thinking
about him, one hand at his crotch but concealing nothing -- in fact, pushing
it out further so it was clearly visible. Duo had never seen him without
his jacket -- certainly never naked -- but based on what he'd felt when
Heero held him against the wall and pressed against him, and as he'd walked
with his arm around Heero's waist, and the feel of Heero's leg as they'd
walked under the umbrella, he thought it was probably close to what Heero
really looked like.
He studied the picture, committing it to memory. The open mouth, the tip
of the tongue visible, was an invitation that made his lips burn as he
remembered the afternoon's kiss and the feelings it had stirred in him.
His eyes walked down the long, corded neck to the broad shoulders, finely
muscled. Then came Heero's chest, the cleft splitting it, clean, hard
lines announcing the strength beneath the skin, the small nipples faint
arcs and circles drawn almost as an afterthought. His abdomen showed a
hint of rippling and a narrow, narrow line of hair that ran from the base
of his navel, down his waist, into a thin patch of short hair around his...
dick. Duo shivered at the thought. It was a forbidden word at St. Brigid's,
but this picture would have been too and all the other words he knew for
it were so childish. This was no childish thing. It looked heavy, almost
as if it were swollen.
Like his had been this afternoon. Maybe that was it. Maybe thinking about
him had made Heero's dick swell like kissing Heero did his own. Thinking
the word the second time didn't startle him as it had the first. His fingers
touched the page where Heero held himself. Duo blinked. He was definitely
going to have to mow the yard tomorrow to make up for this. Maybe more.
He forced his gaze back up the arms studying the curves of muscle, that
told him Heero worked out regularly. He wondered what they'd feel like
around him. He raced back down the arms, tarrying at the crotch again,
not knowing why it excited him so. Maybe because it was different from
his. He shivered again and moved down the legs, long and thin, but underlain
with fine cables of muscle that whispered strength.
Pausing in his study, he became aware of the swelling in his boxers, pressed
uncomfortably against the bed, and flipped over onto his side, facing
the window, the book before him. He turned the page again. Now Heero was
laying on his back on his bed. Some of the panels showed his hand fondling
and squeezing himself, some his hand moving up and down, and some his
face as he did it. He seemed to like it. And at least once a page, one
of the panels showed he was thinking about Duo -- his body, kissing him,
holding him, touching him.
It ended quickly. Some words he couldn't read -- all made up of one or
two simple, repeating characters. Heero's face, mouth open, eyes closed,
clearly in ecstasy of some kind. Then a view from his crotch that swept
up to his face, a single repeated character on his lips as something came
out of his dick. Duo thought at first he was peeing on himself, but it
didn't make sense that he'd go through all that effort just to pee on
himself, or that it would feel that good.
The last pages showed Heero laying on the bed staring up at him, a smile
on his face, his dick small again; his hand coming up to his lips; a closeup
of his tongue tasting the liquid on the fingers; him sucking on his fingers
and thinking about Duo laying next to him.
He turned the last page and found a last picture of Heero on the bed,
eyes closed, maybe asleep. Written in the margin were English letters.
Duo realized he was breathing heavy.
Duo realized that somewhere during the whole experience his hand had slipped
into his boxers. He was feeling himself much as Heero had in the doujinshi.
He didn't yank the hand back, though. It felt good.
He thought about that. This was definitely in the "sins of the flesh"
category. He'd never done one of those before, but he knew they were bad.
Well, having started, he'd have to do the penance anyway. He could weed
the front flower bed tomorrow after he mowed the yard. That would be more
than enough, he was sure.
He turned back to the beginning of the book, running through the pictures
again, pausing at the two-pager of Heero, finishing. He got up and walked
over to his dirty clothes pile, finding a sweaty T-shirt and walked back
to the bed. If he reacted like Heero had in the book, he might need something
to clean up the mess. He didn't want Mrs. Murray to know about this. He
pulled off his boxers and slid his hand down to his naked crotch, trying
to emulate Heero's pose.
Heero had been careful to choose a steady position in the tree tonight.
He'd scouted it out over the past three nights until he knew it well --
as well as he knew Duo's almost naked body. He'd watched the boy reading
through the doujinshi, knowing when he got to the spread. He'd seen the
hand slide into those very un-Catholic red boxers. He'd felt his own desire
surging, but had ignored it.
Then he saw Duo get up and...
Naked. Damn! He was beautiful posing like that. Uncircumcised like many
good Catholic boys -- but then Heero remembered Duo had been an orphan
before he became a Catholic boy, so maybe that wasn't it. He had less
hair than Heero and it was rich brown like the hair on his head. Beautiful.
A too-short glimpse of his ass as he sat on the bed, then he lay down.
Damn, Yuy. You know how to pick them.
He smiled as Duo mimicked the pictures in the book, long fingers wrapped
around himself, moving up and down, slowly at first, then faster as he
got the hang of it and felt how good it was, flailing on the bed until
he reached the explosion of pleasure. The warm, creamy fluid splattered
over his chest and belly, his soft cries of bliss carrying through the
open window to where Heero sat. He watched the last drops oozing out to
cover Duo's hand.
Heero was sure it was his first time. He wanted nothing more than to creep
along the branch to the porch roof, climb in the window and take him there
and then and to Hell with what Mrs. Murray may find out. But he'd promised
Duo he'd let him ask, and so he would. It would take longer, but Heero
knew the day would come when Duo would want him. Then...
He let the thought rest and watched as Duo lay there in the aftermath,
seemingly unconscious, breathing rapid. Finally, the hand moved toward
his mouth. Heero had wondered if he'd try that too. A tentative taste,
then Duo swallowed the fingers greedily, cleaning them one by one. The
hand returned to gather more of the nectar and brought it to the mouth.
When it finished, there wasn't much left to wipe off with the T-shirt.
Heero smiled. That was a promising sign. It was one of his particular
kinks, but he always wanted his lovers to like swallowing as much his
Duo took the T-shirt and buried it in the dirty clothes pile, giving Heero
a view straight to the bottom of the cleft in his butt as he bent over.
Heero zoomed the binoculars on the tiny, deep-pink rosebud. A tight, cherry
ass. Well he'd do something about that soon enough, and he'd make sure
Duo enjoyed it. He had a feeling that it would always be tight, though,
even after he claimed Duo's virginity. That was fine by him.
Duo stood and walked back to the bed, pulling on his boxers. He sat on
the side of the bed and looked at the doujinshi for a moment before taking
it to his chest of drawers and sliding it into the bottom drawer, burying
it under the clothes there. He went back to the bed and laid down and
turned out the light.
Heero sat staring at the dark window. This time, instead of replaying
Duo, he thought about why he wanted Duo so badly. He was beautiful, yes.
Heero lusted for his body, yes. But why had he picked Duo in the first
place? There were other good Catholic boys at St. Brigid's who looked
just as good. He could have selected any of them. Maybe it was the innocence
that Duo radiated. The others boys had a hint of worldliness about them
that reminded him of himself.
He remembered how he'd felt just a few minutes earlier when he thought
about making sure Duo enjoyed their first time together. Maybe he really
liked the boy. Maybe he really cared about him. He'd never worried much
about what the other boys he'd slept with felt. Oh, he'd wanted them to
like it so they would come back for more, but he'd been most concerned
about his own pleasure. If they couldn't deal with that, there were plenty
of other fine fish in the sea.
When he thought about taking Duo and Duo enjoying it, it wasn't the same.
He hadn't really thought about himself. Yes, he was sure he would enjoy
it too, but Heero wanted Duo to enjoy their first, and every other, sexual
encounter. He wanted Duo to enjoy more than that. He wanted Duo to enjoy
being with him, even when they weren't making love. He was no longer sure
he could find a better catch than this innocent Catholic boy. Maybe he
was in love with Duo.
He shook his head. The other three Fallen Angels would laugh at that.
He had a reputation for being a taker even among them. He and Wufei had
never been able to come to an accommodation because Wufei wouldn't put
up with his demands for experimentation -- ending anything between them
before it could start. He'd shared Trowa's and Quatre's bed a few times.
It had been fun, exciting, but as he'd watched them making love together
while he rested, or even just sitting there holding each other, he'd understood
that they had something he had never known. They welcomed him and tried
to make him comfortable with them, but it wasn't the same. In the end,
he'd given up on that avenue. Maybe he needed his own Quatre.
Maybe that was Duo.
If that was the case, he would need to be careful. He didn't want to rush
Duo. He didn't want him to feel he'd taken advantage of his innocence.
It might take a little longer than he'd planned to get into Duo's pants,
but if taking his time got him what Quatre and Trowa had, it would be
Yes. He'd take his time. Maybe he should talk to Quatre about it. The
boy chattered, but he could keep a secret and was wiser than Heero was
about such things.
Heero sat in the tree, guarding his sleeping angel for another hour before
he climbed down. Tonight, alone in his room, he knew who he would be thinking