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"Body Heat"Written By: Gypsie 1201 Pairings: 1x2 Warnings: Lemon, POV, PWP, Voyeurism Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or any
of its characters, nor will I make any money from the creation of
this story. Feedback: All is welcome and much appreciated. Beta work by Chelle. Summary: The heat of a welcomed body can ignite a fire.
" Body Heat " I can feel it; the throb and pulse of the music, the electricity of the strobe lights, the gyrations of the bodies that surround me on the dance floor. But mostly, it’s the hard, sweaty, and naked chest of the man behind me, felt through the ultra-sheer fabric of my silk shirt. His broad hands resting hot and heavy on my bare hips, just above the waistband of my low riding, leather pants. And his hard cock pressing tantalizingly against my ass as we move in a semblance of the real dance we both couldn’t help but want. But we aren’t ready to leave the dance floor yet either. This is one of the most popular clubs in town, only those with special invitations make it in, and those invitations are highly coveted and hard to come by. Lucky for us, we just happen to know the owners and that gives us special admittance. It also gives us access to other areas of the club that are considered off limits to other guests. Such as the third floor, accessible only by a special elevator that we’ve been given a key to. But for now, we’re content to enjoy the throb of the floor. There’s a DJ this night, spinning the dark and deep bass music that we like the best; not slow music, not love songs, but pulsing and throbbing physical beats. It allows us to get close, very close, with a sensual slowness that only serves to cause our blood to pound strongly in our veins. Whether we’re face to face or like now, it’s pure heaven and one we’ll only leave when the need has become too overpowering to resist. When that time comes it’s always different, some times hours can pass with us moving in the thick of the throng of bodies, moving with them, but completely apart at the same time. Other nights, it’s only a short while before one of us caves. It’s almost become a competition for us, to see who will last the longest before dragging the other upstairs. Tonight, I’ve sworn it won’t be me and as I continue to grind into him, I know I’ll win. “Duo.” he finally breathes in my ear after we’ve been on the floor for a little over an hour, his voice deep and husky just the way I like it and it draws an uncontrolled moan from me. But so does his next words. “Let me fuck you.” It’s not a request, not a question, but a command and one I can’t say no to even if I wanted. More importantly though, at least in relation to the game, it’s an admission of defeat and before the words have even faded from between us, I grab his hand and start dragging him through the throng of people that clog the floor. It takes nearly five full minutes to reach the edge of the dance floor where we plunge into the darkness of the outer reaches of the club. The tables and chairs lingering in that area give a sense of privacy that the voyeurs enjoy. It allows them to watch the ones on the floor, moving in their primal, primitive dance as they too stoke the fires of passion flowing through their veins. None of this phases us as we move past them though and through the back door. There’s a hallways there, ill lit just like the rest of the club and at the end, the elevator. We waste no time there, fumbling or groping. Once again, the game is on. The only thing touching as we ride the elevator to the third floor is our hands. That simple touch keeping the passion between us flowing in a way that most would never be able to understand. But then, they don’t understand the game. It’s all about control, and for those few minutes, seconds actually, that it takes to ride the car up, we fight that control, and we win. But just like any game, the fun is in winning. And when those doors slide open and admit us to the third floor, we know that victory is almost ours. There’s no waiting or ogling the pictures of naked men and boys in explicit and sometimes outrageous positions decorating the wall. No, our eyes are focused on the third door on the right. This is our room, gifted to us specifically by the club owner. It’s a special room. There are only three lights in the whole of it, all wall sconces with two containing red tinted bulbs while the third has a black one. The walls are painted black as well and there are only two pieces of furniture; a long and plush, black leather sofa able to hold a man’s body stretched out and a bed. It’s not just any bed through, no this one is custom made. It puts a regular king-sized bed to shame in size and luxuriousness and stands on a pedestal that puts it nearly two feet off the ground. It’s covered with black satin sheets and comforter and the canopy top and sides are done in deep red velvet tapestry. Even our room doesn’t escape the erotic pictures from the hallway though, only these were specifically picked by us and depict some of our most prized shots from our private collection of each other. Shots of him in nothing by a heated gaze staring at the camera while stretching out provocatively on the sofa and pictures of me bound to the huge bed, arms and legs spread eagle for him to enjoy. But this night, none of that matters. The sofa will
remain cold and empty while the bed will only see our sweat covered
bodies sometime later. The control we’ve so preciously guarded
on the trip to the third floor shatters the minute the door closed
behind us. And in one bone-jarring move, he presses me against the
wall and seizes my lips in a kiss that could melt iron even as he
grinds his hard body into mine. The moan that wells up from my chest
when our still clothed cocks meet is deep and desperate sounding.
And he must have thought so too because before I can even think, the
button on my pants is released and the zipper is being eased down;
the feel of being free from their constricting tightness draws another,
louder moan from me. In the dim light of the room, I can just make
out the smirk that crosses his lips at the sound. “Please, Heero.” I beg shamelessly because I know he wants me to; I’ve already won the game and now I all want is him inside me, moving and thrusting and sending me to the stars. “Oh, don’t worry.” he laughs gently before taking my cock in his hand and giving it a few, rough strokes. Even that small movement has me biting down on my lip to keep from spilling all over him; he’s not the only one who’s reaching the end of his endurance. “I have every intention of giving you just what you need. Of sliding into this hot, tight body and I won’t stop until I’m as deep inside you as I can get. Then, I’m going to ram my hard cock in and out until you’re screaming my name and begging for more.” Those words, spoken in the voice he knows will send me into pure ecstasy, draws yet another, needy moan from my lips. Only a second later, it’s cut off though when he once again takes my mouth in a hard kiss; his tongue forcing its way inside and thrusting in and out in a semblance of the act we will soon be enjoying. The kiss lasts forever, and still not long enough, before he pulls back and in one swift move, spins me around so that I’m now facing the wall. He knows this is my favorite position, whether it be on my knees on the bed or bent over the sofa, to be taken from behind is pure heaven for me. I know he prefers to look at me when he’s moving inside my body; he likes to watch the expressions twist across my face as he gives me the pleasure that only he can. And I have little doubt that we’ll be indulging in that position before the night is out, more than likely several times. We’ve been apart more this week than we’ve been together due to our schedules and with this being Friday night and neither of us having to be anywhere tomorrow, this session will continue until we’ve both collapsed from complete exhaustion. But I’m not complaining. While my thoughts have wondered, contemplating the rest of our evening together, he’s managed to push my leather pants down to just below my knees while shoving my shirt up to expose my ass to his gaze. One hot, rough hand slowly and lovingly slides over the curve of one round cheek before drifting back up, the fingers slipping along the crack to brush across my entrance. Already, I can feel it twitching in anticipation and the soft laugh that ghosts across my neck tells me he’s noticed it as well. “Your hole is begging for me.” he whispers as his fingers brush over me again, this time pressing slightly, not enough to moving inside, but more than enough for me to feel. The deep moan it pulls from me drawing another chuckle from him. “Heero.” I moan breathlessly and try to push backwards. “I love the way you call my name in that breathless whisper.” he tells me, his own voice growing even deeper from his heightened passion. And when those teasing finger disappear only a second later I can’t help but moan yet again; whether from their loss or the knowledge of what’s coming next, I don’t know. He doesn’t leave me bereaved for long before they return again, this time coated in the slick substance that I know far too well. Where he got it this time, I don’t know or care. He always seems to have a stash of lube somewhere on his person for just these frantic moments, something that turns me on far more than I care to admit at times. And this is one of them, because I can feel my cock jump and pulse just from the thought of him keeping that small tube somewhere in those sinfully tight jeans he’s wearing tonight. But not even my erotic thoughts of his lube fetish can keep my mind occupied when the first of his slick fingers slid easily inside me. My body is quickly going on auto-drive from the pleasure as I push back onto that digit, drawing it deeper and moaning my approval. From there, the preparation is quick, in less than thirty seconds, he has three fingers moving inside of me, spreading them out to loosen the muscles and give him access. Not too much of course, because he likes me tight, likes to feel me around him, squeezing him as he moves. Lucky for him, I like it too. There are even nights when I want him to take me without the prep, it lets me feel him so much better. But not tonight. Tonight there’ll be more than one time and going without prep usually leaves me far too sore for one of our marathon nights. Even with the quick prep, it’ll be a few hours before I’ll be able to go again, but none of that matters when he’s pushing into me; his slicked cock filling and stretching me to that wonderful boundary between pleasure and pain that I never even knew before him. A feeling that I’ve learned I simply can’t live without. Only a few seconds later he’s buried to the hilt inside me. He pauses then, for only a moment to allow me to adjust. Once again, this is something he doesn’t always do. There are nights he takes me rough enough to make me bleed. He always apologizes the next morning, promising he’ll never do it again. But then I have to remind him that, there are times when I need it like that and if it’s one thing he simply can’t do, it’s deny me something I desperately and truly need. So, we stand still, both breathing hard and clutching to whatever surface we can. And just as I’ve reached the end of my patience, he finally begins to move, pulling slowly from my body before snapping back in sharp and hard. Our movements quickly degrade from there. Sometime during it, he grabs my hands, which I’ve used to gain leverage to allow me to press back against him, in his own, pulling them above my head and holding them against the wall. This then allows him to press me more fully into the hard surface and not for the first time I curse that I hadn’t taken the time to finish removing my pants. Their position around my knees doesn’t allow me to spread my legs as wide as I’d like. So instead, I arch my back, raising myself onto my toes and spreading my knees as wide as I can in order to give him the best angle for his thrusts. It’s jarringly erotic, his movements; out slowly so I can feel every inch of him then in hard and fast, pushing me into the wall and causing my aching cock to brush the textured surface. It’s not nearly enough to bring me off, but it adds another element of pleasure that soon has me moaning and screaming uncontrollably. It’s not until I start to beg though that his pace increases, the strokes becoming faster and harder to match his breathing, hitting my prostate with almost every thrust. No matter how good it feels though, it’s not enough; I need to touch myself or even better yet, I need him to touch me. He won’t though, I can tell from his movements; they’re becoming more and more erratic as his orgasm comes closer. “Heero!” I scream when one particularly hard thrust causes my cock to rub painfully against the wall. “Please, touch me, I need to come.” “You will,” he says with a moan of his own. “I’ll make you come so hard you won’t remember your name.” All this he tells me as his thrusts speed up once again. He has me pressed full against the wall now, restricting my movements and keeping me pinned tightly. “Squeeze me, Duo.” he demands through clenched teeth. “Tighten your ass around me and make me come.” I waste no time in complying with his orders, squeezing my internal muscles as tight as I can and holding them as he moans in response. His movements become even more violent then, slamming into me and telling me how good I feel around him; thrusts short and choppy. Before I can breakdown and beg him again for my own release, he reaches his, a loud moan and one final thrust signaling it just before I feel the heat of his come filling me. For a long moment, we stand there, me moaning in frustration still pinned to the wall and impaled on his slowly softening cock, him riding the last pulses of his orgasm to their fullest while making small, hard thrusts into me. Just as I’m sure he’s completely forgotten about me in his ecstasy, he pulls out and spins me around, nearly causing me to fall as my balance fails. He keeps me upright though by grabbing my hips and pressing my ass into the wall, and I can’t keep the plea from escaping my lips when he drops to his knees in front of me immediately after. I’m sure my life’ll come to an end when he takes me full into his mouth a moment later, drawing the loudest scream yet from my lips and telling of my desperation. Of their own accord, my fingers immediately thread into his hair as I wait for him to move. When he doesn’t, I know what he wants and with a deep moan, I begin to thrust, pushing as deep inside of him as he can take before pulling back and repeating. He can take me all down his throat, something I’ve never been able to accomplish, but he’s become quite good at. It doesn’t take long for me to reach my own end then, screaming his name at the top of my lungs as I spill my seed down his throat. He hungrily swallows down every drop I have to offer, even going to far as to suck the remaining bit out before licking me clean. When he’s done and has pulled back to look up at me, I can no longer keep myself standing. My knees buckle beneath me and I slide down the wall where he pulls me onto his lap and cradles me close. In a few minutes after we’ve caught our breath, we move to the bed, ridding ourselves of the rest of our clothes along the way. A few hours from now, after a quick, rejuvenating nap, we’ll start again, savoring each other and reaffirming our love for another day. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect. *********************** Meanwhile, in another dark room just down the hall from the sleeping lovers, a man with long bangs and emerald green eyes watches the vidscreen showing them curled together in their oversized bed. Behind him, another man with sea-blue eyes and light blonde hair stands with his arms wrapped around his neck, a smile gracing his pale pink lips. “Another perfect show.” he whispers in the green-eyed man’s ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth for a moment before releasing it. “Hmmm, do you think they’d like a copy?” his partner asks before wrapping his right arm up and around the blonde-haired man neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss. “That was the agreement when we asked to put the cameras in their room.” the blonde returns with another smile once he’s been released. He then pulls the chair further away from the desk and spins it around before straddling the man’s lap. “Now, I think it’s time we retired as well.” Without a word, the man stands from the chair with his partner gripped close to his chest before crossing the room and passing through a wooden door. When the door closes behind them, the only remaining sound left in the room is that of the lovers’ soft breathing coming from the still glowing screen. END
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