Conjunction Juxtaposition Admission (cont)
They made it as far as bench a few blocks away, collapsing on it and laughing
nearly hysterically at something they couldn't define. It was snowing
yet again, soft light flakes drifting down from the sky, settling like
feathers. Heero shivered as he realized just how cold the bench was, moving
closer to the heat source sitting beside him.
Without a word Duo pulled him close, opening his coat and wrapping it
around him. "Where did you live before this?"
"That would explain it then. You're just not used to this weather."
Heero snuggled closer, his gloved hands inching behind Duo, laying flat
against his back, face resting against warm skin.
"Your nose is cold." Duo whispered, laughing as Heero began rubbing it
against his neck.
"Duo...what do you do?"
"You mean for living?"
"Well, if you'll pay me enough, I'll warm your nose up for you." He laughed
loudly; squirming inside the coat they shared as Heero trailed his icy
nose upwards. He stopped as their eyes met, lips inches apart.
"You really want to know?"
"Of course, besides, now you know my dirty little secret."
"Dirty indeed, and nothing to be ashamed of."
"Hm." Heero couldn't control the urge to lean even closer, rubbing his
nose against a cheek, brushing his lips over Duo's. "Tell me." He whispered,
watching as Duo's eyes closed.
"I'll tell you what, how about you try to guess? And the closer you get
to the right answer, the closer I'll get to you." Duo mumbled, fingers
fumbling with the buttons of Heero's coat, hands pushing inside to run
over sweater-clad skin.
"Umm," Heero was having trouble concentrating, unable to think of a single
occupation. "You seem to have a lot of free time." He managed, gasping
as a bare hand inched under his sweater. "So that leaves out anything
with a strict schedule. Your hand is freezing."
"I'm warming it up. Keep going."
Heero squirmed, as both hands lay bare against his skin, sliding up and
down in soothing motions. He moved deeper within the folds of the coats
that surrounded them, biting back a soft moan as Duo's hands moved lower,
palms spreading across his lower back and pulling him closer. A finger
slid beneath the waistband of his jeans, teasingly light, a tickle of
"Nice guess, but not correct."
"Maybe." Another finger slipped beneath his waistband, both brushing back
and forth softly against his skin.
"Can you give me a hint?" He slipped off a glove, shoving it into his
pocket and carefully inching his hand up the front of Duo's sweater. Fingers
finding nothing but a shirt, he pulled his hand out and untucked it, then
sighed as his fingers met smooth, bare skin as they slipped upwards once
"It's not a normal job."
"Wonderful, what kind of hint is that."
"A bad one?" Duo laughed as Heero pinched him, bucking slightly and forcing
his entire hand down the back of Heero's jeans. It molded itself to the
rounded cheek it found there, squeezing lightly. "Mmm, it's uh...nice..."
He trailed off, pushing their bodies together as they both seemed to lose
concentration, rocking against one another. Both hands firmly holding
onto Heero's rear, one on the outside of the jeans, one on the inside
of them, hips raising into the motion.
Heero found himself straddling Duo, legs bent and resting on the bench
to either side. His hands were sliding open palmed against Duo's chest,
fingers finding nothing but soft, smooth skin, hot against them. He gave
up on the game, closing his eyes and finding Duo's mouth, tongue sliding
out and inside. It was a sensation that shot straight to his arousal,
making him harder at the intimate touch. He moaned into it, unconsciously
rocking his lower body with more force against Duo's, feeling the caress
of tongue against tongue. Vaguely aware of the fact that he was making
out with Duo on a bench in the middle of a park at night, snow falling
thicker around them.
He couldn't seem to get enough contact, the urge to crawl further inside
coats and sweaters, crawl naked over the body beneath his, clawing at
his mind. He'd never felt this way, not about touching or being touched,
such heat, desire filling his entire being. The hand that wasn't beneath
his jeans slid up his back, delving into the hair at the base of his neck,
Duo's mouth beneath his opening, the kiss becoming harder, more furious
in its wanderings. He could feel the erection rubbing against him through
jeans, a twin to the one inside his own pants. He wasn't sure just how
much more he could take, emotions gathering hand in hand with sensations
to drive him wild.
His fingers gripped hard at Duo's ribs, stilled as he focused only on
feeling each surge of lust flitter through his body. His mouth continued
to move, open and panting, his eyes half lidded as he struggled to keep
them open only so he could watch Duo. When at last their lips parted,
he moaned, shuddering as Duo's lips fell to his neck, breath hot against
"It's snowing." Duo muttered, voice slurred with sex, need dripping from
his mouth like a living thing. He sighed deeply, still moving his hips.
"We should probably get out of here before we catch colds."
Heero moaned in disappointment, shaking his head from side to side. "Too
hot to catch a cold."
"Yes, maybe it feels like that..." He paused, nibbling along Heero's lower
lip, tongue running out to sooth the nonexistent hurt left behind. "But
there are things I want to do, that we shouldn't be doing in public view."
He managed after a few more seconds, lips leaving trails along Heero's
jaw, eyelashes brushing against skin.
"Tomorrow night?" Heero whispered breathlessly, already thinking about
the things that they might be able to do in a more private place.
"My apartment, dinner, you..."
"Never been to your place before..."
"I'll call you with the address..." They didn't seem to stop moving at
all, instead the pace of their rocking bodies picking up with the speed
of the falling snow.
"Duo," It came out a soft groan, "I want..."
"Good guess, but no."
Heero laughed, head rolling back to stare at the sky, snowflakes twisting
in a whirlwind above him, scattering and drifting down. His eyes closed
as his body trembled, orgasm nearly painful in the tight confines of his
jeans. Duo pulled him close, muttering incoherently against his neck,
hands casting soothing patterns across the skin of his back as he continued
to quake in the aftermath. Heero's breath panted out, white in the night,
mind drifting back down from the sudden attack of such intense feelings.
"Evil?" He whispered, already beginning to shiver as the sweat that had
gathered on his skin began dissipating.
"Is that even an occupation?"
Heero had walked home in the swirling snow, mind preoccupied, feet moving
without conscious thought. He'd entered his building, barely registering
signing in, taking the elevator up. He kept thinking about what would
be in store for him the next day, dwelling on what was yet to be experienced.
He stripped his clothes off, leaving a trail to his bedroom, sinking beneath
the covers; eyes still glazed over with thought. The window looked wet
in the darkness, flurries of snow spitting against it. His hands caressed
his own body as he remembered the feeling of Duo, the heat of each kiss,
the sensual slide of fingers and lips. He wanted so much more now, each
touch having paved the way to need, the desire to get as much as he could.
He could see Duo when he closed his eyes, pretend it was Duo touching
him again, making his erection swell, that feeling course over his skin
once more. His hand eased down his stomach, fingers wrapping firmly around
the shaft that was tenting the bedclothes. That felt almost too good,
but he continued, pumping into his hand slowly, feeling the building of
release. His hips thrust off the bed, back arching gently, moans leaving
his mouth as he pictured Duo above him, in him, moving over him. Those
eyes would be filled with lust, that face reflecting the desire he felt.
With a muffled cry, he turned his face into the pillow, feeling the wet,
heated spatter of orgasm fall onto his hand, drip down his stomach. Sleep
overcame him in seconds, dreams wrapping their woolly arms about his head,
drawing him down into the embrace of darkness.
It was times like this that Heero wished he wrote romance novels instead
of horror novels. Maybe then he would have a clue what to wear. His closet
door was flung open, clothing lying across the floor, spilling off his
bed, and for the life of him he couldn't find a single thing to wear.
The light blue turtleneck? Maybe the black long-sleeved silk shirt...no,
perhaps the ...he shook his head, slumping to the floor amidst a clutter
of shoes and staring around vacantly.
What did one wear to a boyfriend's apartment, when one knew what would
happen that night would have very little to do with dinner, and very much
to do with ...well...dessert? Heero smiled, he knew exactly what would
be for dessert, him. As a matter of fact, he was looking forward to it
so much he could barely think about anything else. Duo had called earlier
that afternoon, voice cheerful as ever, rattling off his address and giving
the time to be there, telling Heero he looked forward to the evening ahead,
and not to be afraid of it.
Heero wasn't really afraid, more like, tense. His gaze fell on a brightly
colored sweater of royal blue, hmm, too bright maybe. What could he wear
that would be...alluring, sexy? It was far too cold out to wear anything
but long sleeves and thick pants. Black then, no, maybe cream? He groaned,
toppling over to lie amongst the scattered clothing. He was beginning
to understand what women went through, and he pitied them to no end.