The phone rang for the fourth time.
"Hello... koi." He'd almost said, "Duo." That would have been a disaster.
He quickly changed the entry on the palm computer, putting Duo's name
last and well off to the side.
"Yuji. How'd you know it was me?"
He recited the standard line from the handbook. "The extensions I give
out are individual to each caller who requests one. That lets me prepare
for each special caller."
"How many special callers do you have?"
The handbook suggested he should answer that this caller was the only
one, but Duo would have known it was a lie, so he'd opted for the truth.
"Only three, counting you."
"You must be kinda new."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, as good as you are, I'd think you'd have lots of regular callers."
"I've been doing this about six months. I'm selective about who I encourage."
That was true. Tanaka-sama and Mr. Derrick, his midlifers, had been his
first two callers and he'd practically pushed an extension on them because
it was a sure way to make money. By the end of Mr. Derrick's call he'd
realized that a lot of unpleasant people called phone sex lines. He had
stopped offering extensions, relying on the normal load on the lines to
keep his paycheck coming. Of course, he couldn't take back the midlifers'
extensions, so he was stuck with those two particular perverts. He still
found it odd that he didn't think of the handful of "plain gay" callers
as perverts. His derision was reserved for the pedophiles like Tanaka-sama
and Mr. Derrick, or the rapers who never wanted extensions because they
never cared who they were phone raping. Or the killers. Some of those
made even him nervous. Unfortunately, the perverts were the majority of
"Wow! Thanks for giving me an extension."
Heero chuckled. It was genuine. "Koi, you're the first caller who didn't
have me naked and fucking in the first two minutes. I like that." That
was reasonably accurate if he used his broader definition of "fucking"
which included the more bizarre activities of some of the perverts. And
he did like Duo's call, even if he wasn't sure where it was going.
"Oh, so I'm easy?"
"No. You're very challenging because you don't want me to act a script,
you want the real thing. You must really care about this Heero guy." Now
why the HELL had he said that?
"Yeah. I do." Heero could hear the grin in Duo's voice. "He's so beautiful.
And I don't just mean his body. He's a great guy. Smart. Sensitive, though
he usually hides it. Always wants to do things right. I think he'd do
that in a relationship too. I really like being with him. But, he isn't
really interested in me. I mean, maybe as a drinking buddy or something,
but he's got a girlfriend."
"Nani?" Like Hell I do! Oh shit, stay in character. But I'm playing me,
so where is the boundary between me and the character of me? Damn. This
is challenging. Hn. Ninmu ryoukai.
"Yeah. I'm in love with a straight guy. Oh well, that's why I call you,
so I can pretend for a while and let off a little steam."
He'd wanted to find out how Duo felt, but now the personal conversation
was leaving him uncertain, because Duo was right. He'd never thought of
Duo as much more than a drinking buddy. Now, he realized, they could be
good friends if he'd let it happen. He wondered what that would be like.
He would explore that next time, maybe, after he'd had a chance to think
about it more. Now they had better move to the business of the call before
he slipped and gave himself away. But he couldn't resist Duo's last comment.
"So, did you let off a little steam last time?"
"Shit! No, you bastard. I was at work."
"Aa." Heero remembered.
"And I was so horny I couldn't stand up for half an hour."
"Gomen, koi." So, Duo had been that turned on just thinking about touching
"Nah. It's a chance I take by calling. And I called back, ne?"
He had called back. That made Heero feel good. "I think you were about
to give me a back rub last time."
"Yeah. Did you get the Spandex shorts?"
"Of course. I have them on now."
"I give you my word, koi. And I have the massager ready."
Good. He was slipping into the fantasy now. The fantasy was safe. And
Heero wanted know what happened next. "So, you turned me over on my belly
on the bed, and I pushed up and took off my tank top--"
"Mmmm. Yes. You are so beautiful. As you lay back down on the bed, the
muscles move across your back like waves on the ocean. And I sit on your
lovely ass, feeling the hard muscle tensing there underneath me. I lean
forward and lay my hands on your left shoulder."
"Nnn. They're nice and warm. That helps relax the tension in my shoulders."
"And I begin rubbing, slowly, firmly."
Heero turned the massager on low and warm and held it against his left
shoulder. "Nnnn." Damn! That felt good. He moved it around slowly over
his shoulder. "Aaaaahh."
"I push against the knots, feeling each muscle relax, getting looser.
God, I'm getting hard again."
"I don't notice, though. That feels so good, koi. Keep rubbing."
"Of course, Heero. I want you to feel good." There was a pause as Duo
sighed. "It feels so good to rub your back like this, Hee-koi."
"Why?" Heero was truly curious.
"Because I like touching you. It just makes me feel good. Now my hands
move slowly across the space between your shoulder blades."
Heero moved the massager. "AAA! Koi! Stop right there between my shoulders."
"Whatever you want, Heero. I dig my fingers in deeper when I hit the tight
spot on your spine at the base of your neck."
"Nnnn." He pressed the massager harder into the spot. "Oh, I can feel
the muscles loosening up. Damn. I never realized I was so tense."
"This is the first time anyone's given you a back rub, ne, Yuji?"
It took a moment for Heero to register his phone name. "Aa. I'm not very
experienced. Please don't stop."
"That's okay. I don't think Heero is either. Neither am I. Just a lot
of reading and watching movies. Well, I keep my hands there, rubbing harder.
Your muscles feel so sweet when they relax under my hands."
"Nnnn." Heero realized he was panting. Heero realized he had a raging
hardon going. "Nnnnn." He didn't dare tell Duo. And it wouldn't fit the
fantasy anyway. With Duo sitting on his ass giving him a backrub, there
was no way Duo would know -- unless he told him. "Oh. That's good, koi.
That feels so much better now." Damn if it didn't.
"I'm glad, Heero. I want you to enjoy this. I let my fingers work their
way across to your right-- Damn! My lunch half-hour is almost over."
Damn is right, Heero thought. This was getting good. He could continue
the massage on his own, of course, but it would be better to wait until
Duo called back. It would make his reactions more real, and that was what
Duo wanted. Realism. "I'm sorry, koi. I'm really enjoying this." A lot
more than you know. "When can you call back?"
"You're off at 18:00 again, right?"
"Damn. Heero and I are going to the gym tomorrow morning..."
Heero nodded. Duo's apartment complex had a great fitness center -- a
damn sight better than the two exercise bikes and fifty pounds of dumbbells
his apartment called a gym. He'd been meeting Duo every Saturday since
Duo had moved into the place four months ago.
"... and then I convinced him to go to the Maxfield Parrish exhibit with
Heero blinked. He'd forgotten about that. Good thing Duo had reminded
him. "That's okay. I'm off weekends." He allowed himself a small smile.
Duo didn't know he was reminding him. "Maybe you should offer him a back
rub tomorrow after your workout." Oops. He needed to keep the line between
his fantasies and Duo's firm. Especially now that he was finding parts
of Duo's fantasy interesting.
Duo laughed. "Yeah. I can see it now. He'd glare at me and say, 'Omae
o korosu.' Maybe some other time. I'll call back Monday. Bye."
But a back rub after their workout could be nice.
He thought about that later in the evening as he lay in bed. After letting
off a lot of steam, he drifted into sleep, wondering if Duo had done the
"Hnn." ... It was funny ... "Hnn." ... Heero thought as he ... "Hnn."
... looked in the mirror. ... "Hnn." ... He'd never seen ... "Hnn." ...
how Duo watched him. ... "Hnn." ... Especially when ... "Hnn." ... he
was doing squats. ... "Hnn." ... Of course ... "Hnn." ... Duo was supposed
... "Hnn." ... to be watching ... "Hnn." ... because he was spotting,
... "Hnn." ... but now Heero saw ... "Hnn." ... how Duo's eyes ... "Hnn."
... followed every move ... "Hnn." ... with more than ... "Hnn." ... a
spotter's interest ... "Hnn." ... which was obvious ... "Hnn." ... because
his eyes ... "Hnn." ... followed Heero's ass ... "Hnn." ... not his back
... "Hnnn." ... as they should have ... "Hnn." ... to be sure ... "Hnn."
... he kept it straight ... "Hnn." ... but now, knowing ... "Hnn." ...
it was obvious.
He lowered the barbell to the mat, pulled the towel from his waistband,
and wiped the sweat from his forehead and chest. He usually wore his tank
top when he was working out, but today he'd felt warm, so he'd taken it
off. When he turned around, he noticed that it took a full three seconds
for Duo's eyes to drag themselves up his body to his face.
"Anou, Heero... How can you squat a hundred kilos twenty-five reps every
week and still have such skinny legs?"
Heero looked at the limbs in question. They were not skinny, just lean
and long. He didn't like his thighs to touch when he walked, so he only
did maintenance on them. "You don't like my legs?"
"You have great legs!"
The discussion had distracted Duo and Heero noticed he was staring at
those "great legs". Damn! He hadn't expected that kind of reaction. Well,
he had, but he'd expected Duo to stifle it or be more subtle about it.
Duo looked up, saw Heero watching him and turned ever so faintly pink.
"Uh... I mean... They just don't look big enough for that kind of weight."
"I have dense muscles." Heero decided they'd both rather be talking about
something else. "Do you want help resetting the bar?"
"You did forty kilos last week. I don't think you're ready for a hundred
yet." Duo's muscles were not as dense as his. "Forty is probably a good
place for you to stay for a few weeks until you find your balance." Duo
would look better if he never tried for a hundred. "No need to rush and
get too big." Duo actually looked pretty good as he was.
They finished the workout an hour later. As they walked toward the locker
room, Heero diverted into the steam room, kicking off his shoes before
stepping through the door.
"Oi! Heero! We're supposed to be going to the art exhibit."
"The paintings aren't going anywhere. We can take a half hour for a good
steam." He missed having a steam machine in the bathroom like he'd had
while undercover at school in Japan. Running the water hot in his dinky
bathroom only fogged the mirror, grew mildew, and run up his utility bill.
"But... But..." Heero shucked off his Spandex shorts and jockstrap as
one, bending at the waist as he stepped out of them, giving Duo a clear
view of his ass all the way to the bottom. "Oh, fuck," Duo muttered.
Heero smirked faintly as he straightened, grabbed a towel and wrapped
it around his waist, then picked up another towel, carefully schooling
his face back to it's usual bland expression. He turned. "Here," he said,
offering the towel to Duo, who looked at it, or possibly at Heero's not-entirely-concealed
crotch, which was in line-of-sight with the towel in Heero's hand. Heero
had positioned both towels very carefully.
Duo closed his eyes for a second, sighed, then opened them, looking at
Heero's face, eyes suddenly twinkling. He grabbed the towel and walked
over to the bench against the wall, where he proceeded to strip, folding
shirt, shorts, jock, underwear and socks piece by piece as he removed
them. Finally, after stacking them all a half dozen times to find the
arrangement that suited him, he unfolded the towel and made quite a production
of wrapping it around him so it didn't quite cover the bottom of his butt.
"These towels aren't big enough, Heero." He folded it again and sat on
it, naked, in the corner of the room, legs sprawled open before him.
Damn, he did that on purpose, Heero thought. He noticed that for all his
antics, Duo wasn't hard and wondered how much will power that had taken.
And Duo was right, the towels were small. They weren't really designed
to cover a butt completely. And if Duo hadn't been with him, he wouldn't
have bothered with the towel in the first place. Not willing to be outdone,
Heero nodded. "They are," he agreed, removing his. He didn't bother putting
it under him as he sat on the bench. Heero leaned back against the wall
and closed his eyes, letting the hot steam relax his body.
"So, uh, Heero, what're you doing now?"
"No, baka. I mean your job."
Why the Hell did everyone want to know about his job? "Inbound telemarketing."
"Inbound telemarketing. People call me, not the other way around." Probably
because he had so much trouble settling down after the war. Probably because
he'd been through so many jobs in the past three and a half years. Probably
because they were concerned. That thought made him relax more. It was
good to know there were people who gave a damn about him.
"Oh. I know someone at work who did phone sex for a while when they were
younger and that's what they called it."
Heero kept his voice carefully level. Better to ignore the comment. "I've
been doing it for six months now." That was something of a record for
"Hey! That's great! So you think you've found a job you like?"
Heero shrugged. "It's okay. Some of the people I talk to are interesting.
And some make me uncomfortable." He decided to steer for a safer subject
again. "How about you? Still working for Noin?"
"Yep." Heero heard Duo lean back against the wall and sigh. "This is nice,
Heero. I'm glad you dragged me in here."
"Hn." Heero was wondering why he kept having little flashbacks to Duo
folding his clothes. What was so interesting about folding clothes? He
gave up trying to understand and abandoned himself to the warm, wet embrace
of the steam.
He thought a backrub would have been better, though.
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