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"War Dogs"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Roses are red, violets are blue,
the GW boys are mine, and that’s the truth! Shigeki: You can’t rhyme worth a darn. And
they aren’t yours. Honor:…remind me. Why did I think getting a muse was a good idea? Warnings: yaoi, some sexy scenes, romance, my
odd humor, bit of language, bit of violence Rating: NC-17 Betas: Velvet and Caitilin Author’s Insane notes: Inspired by a story that actually happened to my mom. She told it to me often as I was growing up, so she can legitimately be blamed for the entire idea. And Wingnut requested a 2x3, which makes two people to blame. ^_^ I love having someone in mind to blame. =thought= *emphasized*
"War Dogs " Chapter Three: Fishin’
<<--your house was not spotless like you claimed it was, Deuteronomy Maxwell—>> actually he’d never claimed ‘spotless’ he’d said it was clean <<--and I want to know exactly what is going on with you and that new boy.>> Duo blinked at the abrupt change of subject, in mid-sentence no less. He’d been absently listening to a rant at how “filthy” his house had been—Duo was in his house now, and wandering around, but he couldn’t tell much of a difference. Well, one. The carpet had definitely been vacuumed. That was about it. But this demand about “the new boy” had him a little off-guard. “New boy?” He didn’t know any new boys, did he? <<Don’t you play innocent with me. I mean that Trowa Barton boy.>> “He’s hardly a boy, Mom,” Duo objected, face going a little dreamy. No, Trowa was a deliciously adult male, covered in tantalizing smooth skin and angles that made Duo’s mouth drool. Duo found the back view (one of a tight ass) very appealing. No boyish qualities to be found. <<Don’t be smart either.>> That was harder to do than she realized. <<Now what’s going on?>> Duo sighed and rolled his eyes toward the heavens. “He’s my friend.” <<Lindsey told me all about your ‘preferences’ Duo, so don’t try and pull the wool over my eyes. I don’t like where this is going.>> Duo, to this day, had no idea where Lindsey had come up with the notion that he was gay. It was true, granted, but he hadn’t said anything or done anything to suggest it. Technically, he was bi and he’d let his inclination for women take precedence in an effort to not stir up the beehive. After six months of dating Lindsey, that plan had been chucked out the window. Dating that woman would make even a straight guy turn gay. Lindsey had been screeching about him to his mother ever since then. “Mom, I’m only going to say this one more time. I have no interest in Lindsey whatsoever, and that has nothing to do with sexual preference. She’s a bitch, and I want nothing to do with her.” <<DUO! Don’t use that kind of language!>> “Cuss words were invented for a reason. Vulgar words for vulgar people. Now, the battery on my cell is dying so I’ll have to let you go.” <<Duo, I am not done talking with you.>> Didn’t he know it. “Whether you’re through or not, the cell is going to die. Bye, Mom!” Cheerfully he took the phone from his ear and hung up. Well, what do you know…still half a battery left. Maybe he could have talked for a while longer after all… Whistling cheerfully he put the phone back in his pocket and continued walking around his house, trying to figure out where his mother had put everything. + It was a clear night, hardly a cloud in the sky with a huge moon reflecting over the surface of the water. Trowa was stretched out on one of the side benches in the front of the boat, Duo on the other side and King lying between them on the floor. The atmosphere would have been peaceful—if it weren’t for the racket produced by all the bullfrogs in the area. And the crickets. And other noisy insects. Trowa had his gaze out over the water, absently keeping track of the empty plastic liter bottles floating and bobbing on the tide. He’d never heard of jug fishing until Duo had introduced it and proposed the trip. Going cat-fishing with nothing more than a dozen empty liter bottles, hooks and hot dogs at midnight had sounded too bizarre and fun to pass up. Trowa had instantly agreed. “Does this really work?” “Yup. Last time I came, I caught a twenty-five pound catfish.” Trowa quirked a brow at him in amusement. “Did you eat it?” “With a lot of help from my cat, yes.” Duo paused, a rueful smile growing on his face. “I think I foundered her on fish. Even the word “catfish” has her running at high speeds.” Chuckling quietly, Trowa turned his attention back to the bottles. This was nice, just drifting along the river in Duo’s company. He wouldn’t mind doing it again. “Heads up, Tro. We got action.” Duo shifted his legs off and stood up, heading toward the wheel. Trowa spotted the bottle, thrashing about in all directions. Huh. It really did work. With a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth he shifted toward the very front of the bow as Duo started the motor and brought the boat around near the bottle. Trowa leaned out, caught the bottle and started tugging— —holy hell! The bottle ripped free of Trowa’s grasp, which he was distantly thankful for. If he hadn’t dropped it, he’d probably be in the river by now. “Didn’t you catch it?” Duo hollered over the roar of the motor. “It slipped out of my hands!” Trowa called back defensively. Duo rolled his eyes expressively. “You sissy!” Trowa glared at him, pride stung. “Alright then, let’s switch places and you can pull it in.” With a somewhat haughty look Duo turned the boat back around and killed the engine, using the built up momentum to coast toward the bottle. Trowa got out of his way so that the almighty-superhumanly-strong Duo could pull in the bottle. Duo leaned over the boat and grabbed the bottle with both hands. He expected to just grab it long enough to pull some string out of the water, then hand-over-hand pull the fish in. He tugged on the bottle, which bared perhaps a half-inch of line. Startled, he started tugging harder…with no noticeable results. “Hell, what did we catch?” Feeling a little vindicated, Trowa leaned half-way across Duo’s back in order to help pull the bottle up even as he answered. “I don’t know. It can’t be something on the bottom—not with the bottle thrashing like that.” They fell silent as they started pulling with all their collective strength—which bared four inches of line and no more. Trowa shifted in order to get a better grip—which coincidentally caused some very nice friction. As that spark of lust went straight through his cock, it suddenly occurred to him just what position he was in. All sorts of previously unnoticed details started filtering in; the muscular and solid feel of the body under his, the clean and tart scent of male and Duo, how soft and utterly delectable the skin of Duo’s neck looked. That twitch became a full blown erection. Trowa groaned and silently cursed his libido. Now was not the time to get hard, dammit! He was practically plastered across Duo’s back, and the man was no idiot, he would notice! Duo was slowly losing his balance in the battle of man vs. bottle, and wriggled a little to get a more secure footing in the boat. Trowa bit his lip to stifle a curse as that tight ass ground right into his groin. He opened his mouth to suggest cutting the line, just so he would have a graceful way of getting away from Duo before a certain condition could be noticed— Duo abruptly froze. Waitaminute…there was a distinct bulge pressing against his back. His eyes flared wide as the full meaning of that penetrated. It meant Trowa wasn’t straight—it meant he was attracted to Duo—it meant that Duo could safely tackle him and get his hands and mouth all over that fabulous body—Halleluiah! Trowa saw the shocked expression on Duo’s face and instantly backed off. He nearly went over the other side of the boat he scrambled back so fast. “Duo—” I’m sorry, don’t freak out on me— Duo twisted around and grabbed him by the shirt before he could lose his balance and land in the water, yanking him forward. And as long as Trowa was coming in close anyway, he might as well take advantage of it right? Trowa nearly jerked away in defense when Duo fisted his shirt. But there was no anger in his face…just delight and a Cheshire grin. Confused, he just stood there and watched Duo warily. “Duo?” Duo kept pulling until Trowa was right up against him, then tilted up a little to put a firm kiss on his mouth. He kept the contact fairly light and friendly, until Trowa relaxed enough to return the kiss. He simply couldn’t believe it. Trowa’s luck was never this good. Either he was dreaming this whole thing up, or he was insane. Either way, this was probably his only chance to kiss Duo. That in mind, it would be a shame to waste it. Grabbing him by the waist, Trowa pulled him forward so their bodies were flush against each other. Duo ground his hips into Trowa’s, slipping his tongue into the other’s open mouth as he did so. They both groaned at the contact, shifting and trying to get even closer. Standing in a boat was rather unnerving for someone not used to boats. Trowa felt just unbalanced enough by it to try and do something about it. At the same time, he didn’t want to let go of Duo or stop kissing him. Cautiously he started lowering himself toward the bench, adding enough pressure onto Duo that the other was perforce dragged down with him. He was aiming for the bench, but was just disoriented enough that he missed and dropped the last foot to the floor with a distinct lack of grace. Duo didn’t notice, aside from the fact that he had Trowa pinned under him. The change in position was actually rather nice. King scrambled out of their way, jumping up onto one of the benches. He took a look at his master, and the other two-legged person he’d grown very fond of—and came to the conclusion that he better be on guard, because it was obvious that they weren’t paying any attention to their surroundings whatsoever. Releasing a sigh, he settled down and turned his attention to the outside of the boat. Duo’s mouth slowly traveled down Trowa’s chin, to his jaw, nibbled happily on his earlobe. Trowa was definitely enjoying all of the attention…there was just one thing that was marring the whole experience… “Duo?” Duo froze, lifting his head up to look down at Trowa. He hadn’t been reading all of this wrong…had he? “Yeah?” Please don’t say stop… “Just let me shift a sec.” Trowa pressed a hand against Duo’s ribs, pushing him over a few inches, just enough to let him arch his back and slide the edge of a tackle box away. He glanced up to see Duo’s bemused eyes on the box. “It was digging into my side,” Trowa explained simply. “Oh.” Trowa grinned wickedly, throwing a leg over Duo’s thighs and pressing his groin insistently up into the other’s. “Now, where were we?” A wicked smile playing over his mouth, Duo pressed his full weight back into Trowa’s teasing thrusts. “I was just about to tear all of your clothes off and do obscene things to you with my tongue.” “Good plan,” Trowa approved huskily. “Do I get to return the favor?” “And then some,” Duo assured him softly, grinning like an absolute loon. “But only if you stop doing that little thrusting motion.” “Can’t help it.” Trowa wasn’t lying; he really couldn’t stop the impulse. “You just feel way too good.” Duo was forced to agree, that grinding motion did feel very good. Even when he knew that the application of hands or mouth would feel even better, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting back. He leaned forward again, capturing Trowa’s mouth and kissing him hungrily. Trowa’s hands came up to thread themselves in the base of Duo’s braid as he kissed back, groaning in appreciation. Somewhere Duo dug up the necessary control to stop grinding into the man under him and lift most of his weight onto one knee. Trowa protested inarticulately—until he felt a hand undoing his jeans. Oh. Well, if Duo was going to get rid of his pants then a brief pause was okay. The jeans were becoming very restrictive and uncomfortable. Trowa was definitely going to return the gesture, too. Some corner of Duo’s brain registered it when Trowa started undoing his pants, but his real focus was on something else entirely. His new boyfriend was very nicely hung. Duo ran an admiring hand up and down the length in his hand. Trowa’s hands fumbled and he shivered in response, breath stuttering slightly. Before Trowa lost most of his motor control (and considering where Duo’s hand was, that was going to happen very soon) he yanked the pants completely out of the way and fisted Duo Jr. Duo groaned low, head dropping to rest against Trowa’s shoulder. Blinking his eyes back into focus, he maneuvered a hand in between their bodies and wrapped it around both of them, stroking a little gingerly. With a flex of his knees and thighs Trowa slid back a little, then up again. Mmm…moving felt even better. Duo was very much in agreement. Moving definitely made things better. His hand became firmer, more confident as he picked up the pace. Trowa shook like a leaf in a hurricane gale, thrusting up sharply, clenching his fingers around the other’s shoulders. Duo watched the play of emotions over Trowa’s face—the surprise, pleasure, hunger for more. He lowered his head to nip at a frantic pulse, jerking a sigh from Trowa’s throat. Something sharp and hot and heavy was building low in their bodies, straining for release. Uttering hoarse shouts of relief, instinct took over and sent them spiraling off the edge. When Trowa came to, Duo was laying warm and heavy on his chest. Smiling slightly he wrapped an arm around the brunet’s waist and let his eyes fall closed again. Life just then was perfect, and he had no desire to disturb the moment. A few minutes later Duo stirred slightly, nuzzling against a firm chest for a brief moment. “Tro?” Talking required too much effort just then so Trowa ‘hmm’ed back. “What do you say we pack it up and go home? I’d like to do this again—on a proper bed.” Okay, so maybe he did have the energy to move. Trowa cracked open one eye, looking up into a leering grin. “We haven’t caught anything,” he felt obliged to point out. Actually, the idea of leaving now was very appealing. Having Duo naked with lube handy was even more appealing. “Don’t be silly,” Duo murmured huskily. He leaned in close to nibble slightly at Trowa’s bottom lip. “I got the best catch of the year.” Trowa flushed at Duo’s compliment. Uncertain about how to respond he settled for kissing his new boyfriend senseless instead. “Going home sounds great,” he admitted honestly. “Then let’s go.” ~*~*~*~
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