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 ago.

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 a movie?"

"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?"

"Yeah."

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 sofa.

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 tantalizing knees.

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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