Nope, i still dont know how many parts this thing will have, it all depends
on how much longer i stall on writing the lemon part of this or should i
do that? hmmmm
Warnings And Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing; did I just burst your
bubble with that info? I didn't think so. This Fic Contains: yaoi, possible
lemon like qualities, 1x2/2x1, humor?, a couch that Really likes its job,
a brief mention of a certain pigtail having boy, and lots of butter.
Popcorn + Part 2
"Is it hot in here?" Shifting
against the counter the amethyst-eyed boy fingered his collar and nervously
glanced about. The odd look in Heero's eyes seemed to be getting worse,
and for some reason Duo was getting rather uncomfortable all of sudden.
It probably had to do with the fact that the house, being rather mischievous
in its own right, had decided to raise the temperature. Sometimes late
at night when you wake up all covered in sweat or else freezing, and you
go and check the thermostat and wonder who the heck set the temperature
so high and or low. Well the answer is that the house itself was messing
with you; houses have a warped sense of humor. It comes from sitting in
one place for so long, and possibly, old wood.
So Duo absently wiped at the perspiration beading his brow and fanned
himself, while Heero seemed to get completely lost in contemplation of
the cooling butter. What you may ask was just so fascinating about some
half congealed butter? Well to know the answer to that you have to actually
be inside Heero Yuy's head. But luckily, we can do just that.
Heero in fact was thinking several things all at once. Which if you know
anything at all about boys, or soldiers, it all had mostly to do with
sex. His mind indeed was completely taken with thoughts of, well, a naked
Duo. And can he be blamed for that? The butter didn't think so.
The butter in fact was thinking its own pleasant thoughts; it really secretly
yearned to be poured all over a naked Duo. That's right, the so recently
bought butter had already fallen hard for the braided boy. It reasoned
that it had happened when they first met, at the fridge, about 10 minutes
And Heero seemed to be right in tune with butter, for his thoughts were
running along the same lines, though in a different way. As his heated
gaze fell once more upon the sweating pilot, guzzling cream soda across
the way, his thoughts turned to just what applications butter had. A few
random ideas popped into his head, from wherever random ideas come from,
and, as they are in fact random, we may never know. Suddenly Heero knew
exactly what he wanted, and how he was going to get it.
Through a popcorn-induced haze, the Japanese pilot saw himself walking
closer to Duo and reaching out a slightly butter slick hand. Duo, wondering
what on earth was going on in Heero's head, backed up slightly, and bumped
into the counter. Startled, the boy with the braid turned and looked quickly
for an escape route, but of course, there were none.
Shrugging and giving himself up to an early demise, Duo was, as you can
well imagine, completely taken by surprise when the dark haired boy reached
behind his back and grabbed a paper towel. Setting down the butter, Heero
wiped his hands and reached for his root beer.
"Duo, I was just thinking." There was a pause, as the wing zero pilot
set his can down with a thunk and turned to face Duo. "Why don't we watch
"Sure, which one?" The braided boy was used to these abrupt changes of
topic from his friend, he figured that if you had to blow up a base and
then go to school the same day, you were allowed your little quirks, and
Heero had a barrel load of them.
"When was the last time we watched `Return To Oz'?"
"Oi Heero, not again? We watched that just last week, how about we watch
`Men In Tights'?"
"We watched that just the other night."
They both stood and looked at each other for a moment, and then Duo made
a snap judgment and reached into his pocket for a coin.
"Heads its `Return To Oz', tails its `Men In Tights', agreed?"
With a nonchalant toss of his wrist, Duo snapped the coin into the air
and slapped it onto the back of his hand, his movements blurring as he
did so. Heero, having seen this display before, was not impressed in the
least. Though several objects in the kitchen did applaud loudly. And the
butter actually burst into thrilled tears.
It was `Return To Oz' yet again. Sighing a bit wearily Duo shrugged and
picked up the bowl of popcorn. Heero, smirking just a bit, led the way
into the living room, his smirk growing wider just as soon as he turned
his back on the violent eyed Shinigami. Yes, that's right, Violent.
Duo was not thrilled with the results of the coin toss, he was considering
just taking the popcorn and running for the proverbial hills. But luckily,
his overwhelming desire to be near Heero at all times kept him from going
anywhere other than into the living room and plopping his butt onto the
The sofa was in heaven. Can you blame it? Here it was, a completely gratified
piece of furniture if you ever saw one, forced, as it were, to live in
a house filled with young, beautiful boys. The horror.
The sofa, loved its job. Daily, small, tight rear ends plunked down onto
it, wriggling bodies occasionally lay on its smooth surface, bare legs
rest on it, and arms hugged its cushions close. Once in a great while
it even got to be crushed under the weight of all five boys, but that
was such a rarity.
For now the sofa was having a very lovely time, as Duo and Heero sat on
it and wriggled back against its soft fabric.
The movie was already in the VCR, having been watched by Wufei just the
night before. The Chinese boy had thought that someone he wanted to see
might be on the tape, thinking it was perhaps a surveillance flick, imagine
his chagrin when he found out it was just a sequel.
Duo set the popcorn between his knees, and waited for Heero to find the
remote. It turned out to take several minutes, the remote having gone
off for a bathroom break earlier. But soon it was found, lying in the
hallway of all places, having passed out on the way back to the table
in the living room.
So settling onto the couch once more, Heero pressed play and reached for
some popcorn. His mind, as you might guess, began to delve again into
the land of hentai as he reached between the knees of the oblivious Duo.
Random thoughts of a very naughty nature pummeled at his brain for a few
moments, and then the word butter flashed into his mind, briefly illuminated
by an almost holy glow.
Butter, lying back in the kitchen, had suddenly found it had psychic powers.
So it was doing its best to broadcast waves of erotic imagery into Heero's
head. It knew a bond when it saw one, and realized only the stoic boy
could fulfill its lewd fantasies of being used on Duo.
With a barely noticeable restraint, Heero pulled his hand away from the
bowl of popcorn and put his arm across the back of the couch. He just
couldn't keep eating the popcorn if he had to get it from between Duo's
Though quickly his mind supplied him with several ways of reaching between
those spread legs and taking other things and putting them in his mouth.
Shaking his head at all these extremely lusty thoughts, the horny boy
idly played with Duo's braid, not noticing that he was even doing so.
But Duo noticed, boy did he ever. It was very rare when Heero got into
a touching kind of mood. But the braided boy savored everytime it did
happen. Duo was in fact having his own extremely horny thoughts, kindly
supplied by the mixture of butter, salt, and popcorn resting between his
legs. Images of a warm, sun baked Heero filtered through his head, and
then the thought of how nice it would be to add butter to that picture
intruded. Quickly that thought was followed by how nice it would all taste
with the slightly salty flavor of Heero's skin. And so on so forth.
Gradually Duo inched closer to the middle of the couch, eventually almost
pressing thigh to thigh with the super horny, hard Heero. The dark haired
boy turned his head a bit and glanced at Duo from the corner of one blue
eye. His fingers were still toying with the other boys braid, not listening
to a single command sent from the brain, in their own little world of
hair as soft as silk. Don't even ask what Duo's hair was thinking; let
it suffice to say that it too was in its own happy little world.
Duo was having an extremely difficult time not responding to the feather
light caresses that wandered over the back of his neck and tugged at his
braid. He was desperately afraid that the instant Heero knew he noticed
this attention, the other boy would stop, and that was something that
Duo did not want to happen. So he sat, his back slightly rigid, and his
breath coming in shallow spurts, as he tried not to move, or start panting
for that matter.
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