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"Caught"Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: If Gundam Wing was ours, there'd be ONE damned cannon kiss. All for fun, fun for all! :D Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi, m/m sexual relations of the explicit
variety, porn, bad language and hints of angst and sap Pairings: 1x1, 1x2 Summary:Set in the same universe as Forever. When Duo is sent on a week-long mission without him, Heero finds a method of coping with his lover's absence. A/N: Miss M decided that she wanted to write a
little smutty something and persuaded ELLE to make this another joint
venture in the same world that Forever was set in. Unusually, we decided
to mess around with our usual format and Miss M wrote Heero and ELLE
wrote Duo. "Caught"
Duo Let me tell ya, the last thing you expect to hear when you walk into your apartment after an exhausting week away is some dude moaning about needing to be fucked. It wasn't that I didn't trust 'Ro, it's just, you know, it's been a week and it was damn disconcerting after pushing your team to leave instead of spending the night so you could be home early. But it quickly occurred to me the voice was too distant to actually be there so I snuck into our bedroom, curiosity piqued. Heero had never shown much interest in porn and he no reason to hide it from me, knew I indulged when he was working late and I failed to talk him into a little desk sex or a blow job or whatever. So the image of him with his briefs stretched down his thighs, one hand on his dick and the other down said briefs, fondling his balls while some dudes moaned on his laptop screen well... What can I say? I was pretty damned amused. He didn't even notice me so he musta been pretty damn absorbed in whatever was going on there and I coughed to get his attention, guilty eyes immediately meeting my own. "Just couldn't wait, eh?" I teased as his face flushed. "I was only going to be a 'nother few hours." "But I -" he sputtered and I walked forward, turned his laptop to face me and watched as fingers gripped long hair and pressed the man's face into the desk beneath him. "You wanna do that to me?" I inquired and despite my exhaustion I felt myself damn getting hard with 'Ro all ready and waiting for me and two dudes fucking quite desperately right in front of me and just... fuck but it was good to be home "I think I have done that to you," he said as his eyes looked back at the screen critically and I laughed. Always so damn literal. I straddled his lap then, resting lightly on his legs, putting my hands on his chest, stroking one collarbone with my fingertips and feeling him shiver as the laptop got moved to the floor outta harms way. "Is that what you wanna do to me right now...?" He was staring into my eyes with this... this damn intensity that was all Heero - that was danger and lust and the reason I just couldn't fucking get enough of him, the reason I was hard right now despite really just wanting a bath and some liquor and okay, maybe a blow job, but fuck - do you know how damn good 'Ro is at blow jobs? "No," he murmured as he placed a hand on either one of my cheeks and pulled me down into a blistering kiss. There really was no moderation with Heero - he was all hot or all cold and now - now he was hot, so damn hot and I felt the heat from his mouth shift into my gut and I was quickly forgetting about my exhaustion and only thinking about the past six days without him, the stress of the mission and how I wanted it out of my system, now, and how he fucked me before I left, with his mouth all over me and fucking hell... Whatever. I needed this too. And I think he knew it as his hands slid down my body to my ass, grabbing it with bruising force, pressing me closer to him and I needed that. Needed the pain. Needed to get the stress out and my own fingers dug into his pecs, running bright red lines down his skin. I moaned, loud, as his teeth found my neck and sucked kisses I knew would leave marks down it but fuck if I cared. He would be littered with them by the time this was over. "You taste like sweat and gunpowder," he whispered as his tongue lapped at my neck, soothing the bites and I tilted my hips into his, those words making me desperate for the pressure. "You like it," I accused and he growled, shoving me down onto the bed and yanking off my shirt. But I was laughing at him because he was all trapped in his briefs and I slid them off his ass with teasing fingers. He sat up on his knees, moving away from me, unbuckling my belt and yanking down my pants and boxers at the same time. Then he stood and stared at my body as he slipped off his own briefs, inspecting every damn inch of me as if I might be broken somehow. His fingers just barely touched my hip but they curled away, hesitant, and I saw this dark look in his eyes and I knew I had to get him out of it right the fuck then before I lost him. I grabbed his fingers and rolled onto my side, yanking on his arm and forcing him to meet my eyes. "I'm okay," I told him, searching his eyes for some understanding. "I'm okay. I didn't do nothing dumb, I played it straight, not a scratch on me. I'm here and I'm okay." He blinked and then he was back with me and he dropped his eyes a little shyly. "On your stomach," he commanded as he dug in the nightstand and I laughed. "You know how I feel about orders," I said and he threw me back an irritated look so I complied, not feeling fit to argue. "If I fall asleep on you, don't say I didn't warn ya..." But then he was straddling my legs and I felt his dick pressed against my ass but he shifted my braid over my shoulder and poured lube down my back instead. I looked over my shoulder with a skeptical glance but he simply slid his hands through it, fingers trailing down my back and he began massaging me in the best fucking possible way. Shit. "Fucking hell," I groaned, muffled into the pillow. "Feels damn good." With each stroke I felt my stress melt away until I was left tired and horny and I didn't need the pain any more. I just needed to be utterly, thoroughly fucked. My hips were rocking against the bed to create friction and I was moaning softly into the pillow, eyes closed, just revelling in the sensation of Heero's hands all over me, moving down my back, lower and lower until... When his fingers slid into me I buried my face in the pillow and choked out a moan, feeling like him just finger fucking me would be enough right now as my hips sought out to pull him in deeper. "'Ro, please," I pleaded and felt him grind to a halt, heard his shallow panting, knowing damn well how he came undone when I asked like that. He slid into me slowly until he was resting on me, his full weight on my back, his fingers lacing in my own, holding them above my head. His hips moved leisurely, sliding in and out at a maddening pace, dick rubbing against my prostate so it felt like electricity moving through me with every thrust. And his breath was hot in my ear, nose nuzzling it, his little sighs of pleasure driving me fucking insane, causing me to moan out desperate replies. This wasn't typically how we did shit after a mission - this wasn't frantic, wasn't trying to fuck out the stress or whatever - this was borderline romantic, maybe his way of thanking me for coming back but fuck. Whatever. It was good. "I won't last," he whispered, his whole body trembling and my hips moved more frantically against the bed. I felt him reaching down and I lifted them up a little so he could wedge his hand between, fingers curling around my cock. Gasping, whimpering I felt myself close when he bit into my shoulder, whole body tensing over me. Hearing my own name from his lips as they moved against my shoulder and a few rough tugs had me coming against sheets, tensing down on him until he was shuddering and clutching me to his chest, forced to pull out. I laughed breathlessly as he rolled me out of my own cum, our bodies stuck together with lube but his mouth pressed against my neck and neither of us cared. "In a minute, if you want a shower, I'll wash your hair," he offered quietly, breath moving the loose tendrils of it to tickle my neck. "Thanks babe," I murmured back, truly appreciative as exhaustion set in once more and my limbs felt heavy and although I wanted to be free of sweat and lube, the idea of washing my hair seemed damn miserable. "Oughta just hack it." "No," he replied softly and I smiled. "Sorry you hadda revert to porn," I teased as I rested my hands over his, squeezing them. "It was stupid," he muttered back between kisses. "Managed a whole week and the last day..." I frowned and glanced back over my shoulder at him. "You went a whole week without...? Shit." "I missed you," he replied, meeting my eyes and I grinned and shifted my ass playfully against his hips. "Sure ya did," I joked, giving him a quick kiss before settling back in his arms a moment. "You missed my ass." "I missed every part of you," he breathed, arms tensing around me and warmth spread through my body in a completely different way. I knew it was true - because I missed him, too.
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