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"Quickie"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Pairing: 1x2x1 Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi Rating: NC 17 Summary: Duo's feeling a little horny so pounces
his lover at work. "Quickie" Heero felt the pressure at his back, the demanding breath on his neck. It was too late to call out – too difficult to dodge away. As he was pushed forward, he threw out his hands, managing to keep himself upright against the filing cabinet.
“Duo, for God’s sake…!”
The voice in his ear was low; it made his flesh goose bump. “Hmm?”
“Not here.”
“Not here,” the other voice echoed, with laughter underlying it. “You always say that.”
“I always mean it.” He swallowed his protest as the lithe, fit body pressed up behind him, taut thighs wriggling against his buttocks. A knee nudged between his legs, shifting them further apart. The material of his pants rubbed roughly between his thighs and he bit back an involuntary groan. “The cubicle is wide open to the corridor,” he hissed. “And the phone might ring. We’re meant to be working -”
“And we’re being very industrious,” murmured his seducer. “We’re filing away our reports.”
Heero’s knees knocked against the cabinet and the metal drawers rattled. He gasped. Hips ground against him; damp lips suckled at the nape of his neck; something hard and deliciously erection-shaped slid up and down the cheeks of his ass, fondling the fabric of his pants up the crease of his buttocks. He could feel the heat of Duo’s crotch, even through two sets of clothing.
“Stop that,” he moaned, but the protest sounded weak even to his own ears, and the fierce caress continued. Duo’s hands gripped his shoulders and he pressed harder against Heero’s back, moaning in return. Heero knew that soft, whimpering sound all too well. Duo was hard, horny and heading for a home run. “Can’t you wait until tonight?” he pleaded. Maybe he was pleading with himself, too. There was a deep ache in the pit of his stomach; his pants felt uncomfortably tight. Duo’s tongue licking at his neck reminded him of deep, dark nights and the conquest of the twin peaks of pain and pleasure…
“Let’s go for filing in A-F,” hissed Duo. “That covers most things I can think of at the moment.”
Heero found himself rubbing up against the cabinet like a pet in heat, seeking some relief for a painfully swollen groin. Duo’s rhythm was speeding up, his knees bending slightly to get a better angle as he writhed against Heero’s ass.
“It’s locked,” Heero gasped. “The cabinet. Locked.”
Duo chuckled. Heero felt a hand slide around to the front of his pants and slip into his right hand pocket.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Duo laughed again. “Searching for the keys, of course. We’re meant to be working, remember?”
Strong fingers curled around the shape of Heero’s arousal, rising greedily up under the thin material of the pocket. The fingers started to stroke, up and down; again and again.
“You have an interestingly shaped keychain, Heero. Or are you just pleased to see me?”
Heero couldn’t help but smile. Then he couldn’t help but gasp. Then he couldn’t help…
Yelping… softly. Moaning. Reaching back to grab Duo’s hips and pull him in tight against his ass, wriggling hungrily against the friction of the other man’s groin. He couldn’t seem to focus on the drawer labels; he couldn’t seem to hear the noises from up the corridor. All he could hear and feel was the thudding of his heart and the throbbing of his cock and the spiralling, delirious, total loss of control…
Duo groaned into his neck as he came and jerked fiercely against him: he sobbed something that might have been Heero’s name or may have been a cry for help in a totally foreign language. Heero shuddered in return, his cock jumping inside his briefs, inside his pants, inside Duo’s fist, spitting its release out desperately and gleefully.
A few more seconds passed, though Duo’s hands didn’t loosen from Heero’s shoulders, and Heero’s heart didn’t seem to want to quieten. Finally, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the cool metal cabinet. He gave a long, heartfelt sigh.
Then he groaned.
“So what are we going to file this under?” He flexed his legs, experimentally. Something warm and sticky trickled down the inside of his thigh. He groaned, but not with sexual pleasure this time. “M for Mess?”
Duo gave another laugh, rather breathless this time. “M for Mission…””
“Huh?” Heero gripped the handle of the drawer, trying to regain equilibrium. He could hear voices up the corridor; he thought he was probably due for a staff meeting and was already late. “A for Awkward, you mean –“
Duo was shaking his head, stray locks of his hair brushing against the distended pulse of Heero’s throat. “Nah. A for Accomplished, Heero. Mission: Accomplished!” He was still laughing, peeling himself away from the embrace of his lover’s body and stepping back, starting a strategic retreat.
Heero turned slowly away from the cabinet, still panting slightly, turning to grab at his partner in crime, the man who was one day going to get the pair of them fired for gross misconduct in a cubicle…
Duo had already gone, presumably making the first dash for the rest rooms and cleaning up.
Heero could still hear his laughter echoing up the corridor.
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