Categories: yaoi, citrus/lime, romance
Warnings: lime, present tense
Notes: /emphasis/; written for Dacia on her birthday ^__^ Thanks go to
Pond for a rapid beta (on the spot hehe) ^__^
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
for Dacia, happy birthday!
Wufei searches Duo's eyes for
some sign of deception, any little flicker in them that might reveal his
true intentions. But Duo's eyes are wide and honest, and startled, too.
The kiss has left them both breathless, a droplet of Wufei's saliva still
clinging to Duo's bottom lip. Duo's hair is a tangled mess over his back,
and Wufei lifts a finger and traces the soft, plump curve of Duo's mouth,
still almost afraid to move.
"What happened?" he whispers as he leans close to Duo's slender
"I think, you kissed me," Duo replies, but Wufei can tell he's
not certain. Wufei refuses to look away from the lavender-hued eyes that
hold him captive with their sheer earnestness. He closes his dark eyes
and leans forward, forehead meeting Duo's, eyelashes fluttering against
the American's cheek. Duo breathes out, surprised anew, and the flush
of warm air tickles Wufei's face and hair. He inhales heavily, as if he
could drink in the boy who stands not two inches away from him. Duo's
eyes close and the two of them stay there, suspended between seconds of
time, mesmerized in a moment that could last forever or have ended forever
ago--neither pilot is quite sure. At last Wufei pulls back, lifting his
lids, finding Duo's eyes fixed on his face once again. Outside the window
the sun flickers in and out from behind the shady clouds that sprinkle
the surface of the sky. Duo examines Wufei's face, his posture, for anything
that might suggest he's afraid of what might happen next. But the only
thing he can find is a restrained sense of eagerness.
"Wufei, may I kiss you again?" he asks. Shocked, the Chinese
pilot drops his hands.
"No buts," Duo interrupts, then lays his lips onto Wufei's.
Their tongues meet shyly at first, but gradually both pilots gain boldness.
Duo's hands push their way up inside of Wufei's blue shirt, and the black-haired
boy shudders, using his left hand to steady himself against Duo's shoulder.
His eyes open and dive deeply into Duo's again, once more searching for
something that might cause Duo to stop--revulsion, anger, disgust--but
there is nothing. The sun bursts through the cloudcover and illuminates
the sweat sliding down Duo's bare chest and Wufei trembles. Duo's fingers
are playing with Wufei's nipples and the dark-haired pilot pushes Duo
away for a second.
"Let go, just for--" and then he dips his head down, tongue
stroking up Duo's naked torso, tasting cinnamon and sweat and something
unidentifiable. Duo digs his fingers into Wufei's scalp, tossing his head
back, exhaling loudly. Wufei drags a fingertip up the open arch of the
American's neck, causing him to shiver. His long hair brushes the backs
of his knees, he's wearing only a half-removed green shirt. Wufei smiles
gently at this young man who is displayed before him and tips Duo tenderly
onto the carpet. The Chinese pilot presses their bodies together and claims
Duo's lips again. They're lying in a patch of gold sunlight, and Wufei
raises his head to drown a final time in Duo's eyes before continuing.
There is a question in the ebony eyes that study Duo's. Duo grins and
pulls Wufei down on top of him, lips brushing against the Asian pilot's
ear as he murmurs,
"Happy birthday, Wufei. I think you can figure out what your present
is." The curtains are off-white lace and they billow lightly under
the onslaught of a summery afternoon breeze. The room fills with exhalations
of breath, and the sound of soft panting, as Wufei opens his birthday
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