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"The First Five Times"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: angst, language, sexy times Pairings: 3x2/2x3, 1x5, past 2x5 Summary: After five months in a 'friends with benefits' relationship with Duo, Trowa is asked to pretend to be his boyfriend for Duo's ex's wedding. A/N: For Crafty Companion, who requested a few
text posts using 3x2. I decided to combine all of them into one fic,
which you maybe intended anyway? ( (text): .a bottle of vodka. My
place. now,(text) pants optional,(text) wanna be my plus one for my
ex's wedding? And pretend to be in love with me?).
"The First Five Times"
Chapter Three It was Cathy who had told me to save, to be smart, to know that the money was good in sex work, but it wasn't a career you got to retire from at the age of sixty-five. So be smart. Start a savings account. Go to college. School was not something I had ever enjoyed. As a kid, even when I was in one place long enough to steadily attend, I hadn't been able to focus. It had always been difficult for me to sit still, to listen to the teachers, to ignore the bullying and taunting of other students. By the time I ran from my last foster home, by the time I had to figure out how to make it on my own, I was fifteen and had no regrets at all about never setting foot in a classroom again. At least, not until this past fall, when I had signed up for a GED prep course and spent six weeks working my ass off, struggling through the material, feeling like a complete idiot - and then, ridiculously, feeling like even more of an idiot when I actually passed the damned test. And then, of course, Cathy had bullied me into signing up for classes at Los Angeles City College, the same community college where she took classes. And then, of course, a few months ago, Duo had come over to my apartment, had seen my half-open backpack and the biology textbook, and his eyes had lit up and he had praised me, hadn't even thought to tease me about being twenty-seven and learning things he had known since high school. Instead, he curled up on my couch, grabbed my flashcards, and insisted on helping me study. And now, today, this very minute, I finished answering the last question on my bio exam. I looked at it, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that this was me. That I, the kid who had been called stupid and slow for years, was learning. Was doing. I turned in the exam and packed up my supplies and walked out of the room, out of the building, and into the late afternoon sun. I felt so accomplished, and I doubted that feeling - I knew that at any moment something would happen, I would do something, and fuck it up. Or - perhaps and - it was silly for me to feel this proud of myself. One semester of community college was nothing. The dozens of eighteen year olds in the room I had just left were able to do this half-asleep - they didn't have to reread the same question three times. They didn't erase their answer four times before deciding the first response had been correct, after all. They hadn't thrown away decades of their lives. I pulled my phone out, wanting to push away all of my fears, my doubts. I texted Cathy first Done. I did okay. And then I scrolled for the text chat I had running with Duo, and I had to smirk, just a little, as I saw the last two lines from our argument earlier in the week. I fucking hate you. For the last fucking time, penguins are not birds, they're mammals. And then, of course, my response had been the link to a wikipedia page that clearly stated that penguins were birds. I wasn't sure why Duo so passionately believed penguins were mammals - especially considering the hundreds of years of scientific classification to the contrary, but he refused to acknowledge penguins as birds. Just finished my exam. I sent the text and started walking towards my car. We hadn't spoken, or seen each other, since the other night. Since Duo had asked me to be his fake boyfriend. We had texted, of course, but, even though we could have spent time together last night, Duo had begged off - had suggested I take the time to study and promised we would do something tonight, if I wanted to. Of course, it was a Friday night tonight, and making plans with Duo meant trading shifts at the club, meant giving up the best shift of the week, but I did it. It was only now, as I waited for him to text me back, that I wondered if he would blow me off again. He might. Things had been awkward, the morning after, with Duo mumbling an apology for drinking so much, his voice rough with sleep and, no doubt, the effects of the vodka and me fucking his mouth so thoroughly. I had shrugged off the apology, had showered while he brooded over his coffee and breakfast until I judged his hangover under control and suggested we grab lunch together before his shift at the hospital. He had been silent throughout, and I had been too afraid of being the reason for his scowl to ask about it. I'll bet you kicked ass, Tro. I've got another half-hour here, and then I'll be home. I need to shower. but then we can get dinner to celebrate? Wanna meet me at home? I was relieved that he wasn't blowing me off, and had to smirk at the idea of celebrating finishing my last exam of the semester. Maybe I had accomplished something worthwhile. I need to shower too. Meet you in my tub? Or do you wanna actually get CLEAN? I chuckled and thought back to our last shared shower, a few weeks ago. We had only made it as far as soaping up each other's cocks, and my ass. Need to get a change of clothes. Should be at your place when you get there. Because of traffic, though, he actually beat me to his place, and when I knocked on his front door, he let me in, grinning and naked. I had a sense of deja vu, thinking back to the other night, but when Duo pulled me down for a kiss, I knew he hadn't been drinking. "Congrats," he said when he released me. "How's it feel to be done?" I shrugged and followed him through the apartment, pulling off my clothes as we walked towards the bathroom. "I'm relieved. I think I did okay." "I'm sure you did, Tro. Did it help - studying last night instead of wasting time with me?" The question stopped me in my tracks, my jeans halfway down my ass, and I stared at him. "You really- you weren't trying to avoid me, last night?" He lifted one eyebrow in disbelief. "No? Why would I- Tro, I just... I really thought you'd want to study. I remember, back when I was in school, I would be a total fucking mess before exams, and I just... wanted to give you space, you know? If you'd fucked up today, it would have been my fault, and I..." Duo shrugged, and I saw him reach for his back pockets. Of course, he was naked, and so he ended up awkwardly putting his hands on his narrow hips and looking up at me through his bangs. I had to smirk. "I didn't fuck up," I assured him, and shoved my pants the rest of the way down. He grinned, looking over my naked body. "Tro, I think you forgot underwear today." He reached out for my hips, pulling me close, fitting our bodies together. I brushed his bangs away from his forehead and then cradled his head between my hands. "Thank you, for... looking out for me." I wasn't used to that, to people caring enough to be concerned, to plan for me. Cathy did it, and even now, five years after I had first met her, it still irritated me sometimes when she stepped in and tried to help me. It also, more often than not, left me better off. "Anytime." Duo stood up on his toes and pressed a kiss to my lips, gentle and a little teasing, until I kissed him back. As soon as my tongue twined around his, gentle was forgotten. We didn't make it to the shower; we barely made it to his bed. Duo's hands were everywhere, tracing down my spine to knead my ass, tweaking my nipples and raking over my thighs with his short nails. He knew how to touch me, knew all of my most sensitive spots, and knew how to have me arching into him, thrusting my cock against his belly, pleading for more with my mouth and hands. "Tro, God, Tro, you feel so damn good," Duo murmured against my skin as he dragged his lips across my throat. I curved my neck, angling for more, and he chuckled. I shivered at the sensation - hot puffs of air, his smooth lips. "What do you want?" I had to close my eyes, had to suck in a deep breath that I immediately released as a moan when he bit down on my shoulder. "You," I sighed. "I want you, Duo." I felt the press of his smirk against my chest. "Want me to do what, Tro? Want me to jerk you off?" He ran one hand down to my cock, pulling the skin taut and then smoothing it back down, over and over until I was thrusting into his hand. "Or do you want something else? Want me to suck your cock, Tro?" He started to kneel down, and while yes, I did want that, there was something I wanted more. I stopped him, my hands gripping his shoulders and pulling him back upright, and he looked at me with dark, amused eyes. "What?" he asked, lips teasing against mine. "You want me to fuck you instead?" I nodded and swallowed hard. "Yes, Duo." He ran his right hand over my ass, between the cheeks, and teased me with a single finger. I pushed back against him and he chuckled. "Let me get some lube first, Tro." He nudged me back onto his bed and climbed over my body, his cock dangling over my face, as he reached into the nightstand for lube and a condom. I occupied myself by tilting my head up and licking his cock. "Fuck, Tro," Duo laughed, startled and aroused. I smirked at the sound, at the way his hips pivoted to give me a better angle. "Oh, yeah, Tro, your mouth is so fucking hot," Duo moaned, as I eased the head of his cock between my lips, teasing it with my tongue, sucking only enough to make him want more. "Mmn, you fucking tease." He laughed again, a rough, deep chuckle that vibrated through my body. "You cock tease," he amended, and then groaned when I ran my teeth over his shaft. He liked that, more than anyone else I had ever been with. At work, when I gave blowjobs, I never used my teeth unless explicitly told to do so by a client. Too many people found it more anxious than arousing, and, for myself, I never found it too enjoyable when someone went out of their way to scrape their teeth over my cock. Duo, on the other hand, seemed to love it. But, this time, he pulled out of my mouth and crawled back down my body before laying on top of me, replacing his cock with his mouth, his tongue thrusting between my lips just as insistently, and I gave it the same treatment. He reached between us, one hand curling around my cock, and stroked it firmly, swiftly - the pace I liked best. When Duo broke our kiss, we were both breathing hard, and I knew my eyes were as unfocused, as filled with lust, as his own. "I wish we had time for a marathon," he said, "but our reservations are for seven, and-" "Reservations?" He nodded. "For dinner. To celebrate." I could only stare at him. He had made dinner reservations. And I- I had never been taken somewhere that required reservations. "Is that- okay?" He looked uncertain as he studied my face. "It is," I assured him. "I- I just brought jeans and a button-up with me. Is-" "That's fine," Duo said. He pressed a quick, hard kiss to my mouth before opening the lube. "It's just a steak place in Malibu. You'll look amazing. Hell, you always look amazing, Tro." He was taking me out to a steak place in Malibu to celebrate me finishing my first semester of community college. I kissed him, hoping to convey something of what I felt, what I couldn't put into words. I was too afraid of sounding pathetic, of revealing just how pathetic I was. This was so ordinary - something other people did all of the time, and I knew that. But for me... Duo kissed me back, and it felt like he understood, or at least, as if he cared. Even though he had said we didn't have time for a marathon, Duo took his time preparing me, stretching me far more carefully than he needed to, his touch tender, his lips swallowing my moans, the pleading noises I made as I begged for more until finally, after what seemed like an hour of teasing me, I felt the slick press of his cock, the smooth barrier of latex, and he pushed in, filling my body in one swift push that left us both breathless and clinging together. "Oh, Tro, I could happily die buried in you." He pushed my hair, sweaty and disheveled, out of my face and looked into my eyes, his expression serious. I could tell he wanted to say something, could practically see his lips forming words, but instead of voicing whatever thought was on his mind, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, his lips parted, his tongue flicking across the sweat on my brow. "That can be arranged," I panted, shifting under him, "if you don't move." He chuckled, tension easing out of his body, and he flexed his hips, his cock driving deep again, brushing against my prostate. "That what you want?" he asked. He did it again, lifting my left leg and wrapping it around his ass so he could fuck me from a better angle. I didn't need to respond - at least, not with words. The way I arched my body upwards to meet his thrusts, my fingers clutching at his hair, my gasps of pleasure, answered for me. And he knew my body, knew what I liked, and, as always, he gave it to me. "God, Tro, I could fuck you all night. You feel so good, so fucking tight and hot." Duo's lips were pressed against my hair, the words a rough whisper into my scalp. I tugged on his hair and he chuckled. "What, babe? Something else you need?" Babe. He called me that, sometimes, when he wasn't thinking, when he was so far gone in pleasure that he seemed to forget we were just friends. Every time he said it, I felt a shiver of hope and desire that got harder and harder to ignore. Duo moved one hand down to my cock. "This?" he asked, thumbing the slit on the head of my cock until I moaned. "Yeah," he answered his own question. "I'm going to keep fucking you until you come for me, Tro. So, you know, feel free to take your time." I had to laugh at that, and he grinned at me before kissing me. Sex with Duo was always intense, but more often than not, it was also fun in a way that I hadn't realized, before him, that sex could be. He teased me, and he let me tease him. "Harder," I told him, moving against him to demonstrate what I wanted. "Like this?" He pulled out and then pushed back in, and I nodded. Yes. Just like that. Duo kept his pace slow, but he did use more force, his cock filling me in slow, hard thrusts that had me clutching Duo's ass in appreciation. His hand on my cock, thankfully, wasn't moving as slowly, and I could feel the pressure in my balls build, could feel my orgasm approaching, and I let myself move against him, rolling my hips against his, fucking his hand and his cock as I moved up and then down, desperate for contact. "Close?" He kissed me again, sucking my lower lip into his mouth, and I held the back of his head with one hand, keeping him close, and he swallowed my gasp when I came. I felt that blinding rush of euphoria, of sensation and heat, and I clung to Duo, letting it wash through me, over me, surround me. It was never like this, with clients. Even when the sex was good - and it was more often than not - I didn't let myself ride my climax like this. It wasn't, after all, about me, and it wouldn't do to get too carried away. My business was their pleasure, not my own. Duo kept kissing me, kept stroking me, and I gradually came back to myself, to the feeling of come on my belly, to his cock pushing into my sensitive ass, to Duo's ragged breathing and the weight of his body. "I love watching you get off, Tro. So. Fucking. Hot." He punctuated each of his words with a thrust of his cock. "Oh, babe, I'm gonna come. Oh, fuck, Tro, fuck, fuck, fuck." He gave one last, full thrust, and I felt his body shudder, felt his hips spasm forward as he came. I looked up at his face, at his eyes screwed shut and his parted lips, and I thought he was beautiful. ~ * ~ |
