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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, Humor Pairings: 2x1 Summary: Heero gets his "first time"
with Duo. "First Times "
And because of that, he promptly smacked himself in the head because this? This was not him. Heero was not romantic. He was practical. Tab A goes into slot B, rinse and repeat until you blow a nut. Simple as that. He wasn’t under any delusions that Duo was even remotely romantic either. For the love of might, the man ran a scrapyard, cursed like a sailor, and ate like a baboon. So, it didn’t come as much of a surprise when he went to visit the American after conversing with him on the phone, both of them coming to a mutual agreement that they’d been dancing around each other for four years. There was simply nothing left to do but throw in the towel and fuck. Duo was unusually quiet and while Heero generally preferred not to make small talk, he found himself filling the silent gaps with awkward chatter. “Yeah, so…Relena’s going to become Foreign Minister. I think she’ll be good at it. Of course, she’s been the Vice Foreign Minister for four years, so it’s not like she doesn’t have experience…” He paused, twiddling his fingers nervously. “Congratulations on your scrapping business, by the way. You’re quite successful and I’m sure it’ll be a great -” “I’m topping.” “ - way to…What?” “I said, I’m topping.” And there it was. The burning question that Heero was reluctant to address. They both had dicks and holes. The crux was whose dick was going to be inserted into whose hole. He tipped his head at the braided man who was sitting across from him with his elbows on his knees. Duo’s eyes glinted under the garage’s florescent light as he stared at him and Heero couldn’t help but feel mildly offended. “Now, wait a minute. Who gets to decide that?” “I do. I’m topping.” It wasn’t that Heero was adverse to bottoming. He’d certainly fantasized about it enough times, but it was the principle of the thing. “What if I want to top?” Duo stood up and dug into his jeans pocket. Heero watched him pulled some loose change out and rifle through it, picking a shiny quarter out of the pile. “Want to flip for it?” “Excuse me?” Duo waved the quarter around. “Flip for it. Heads, I top. Tails, you top.” Heero glared and leaned back, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m not relegating my virginity to a coin toss.” Duo shrugged and stuffed the change back into his pocket. “Fine. I top.” Heero stared at him for several minutes, debating on whether he should postpone this until they had it sorted out better, or just give in. “Fine. You win.” Let it be said that Heero wasn’t a quitter. Twenty minutes later, he was drooling onto the headrest of a skeletonized car frame. His chin rested on the worn, dirty fabric of the back seat and his half-lidded eyes stared at a greasy catalytic converter several inches from his face while Duo fucked into him from behind. And, okay, it wasn’t what he’d imagined before he came to his senses, but there was a certain romantic element to it, if one could consider getting your cherry popped in a garage surrounded by machine parts romantic. Actually maybe romantic wasn’t the right word. But it was deliciously invigorating all the same. He murmured in delight when a rather hard thrust pressed Duo’s cock into his prostate and he bit down into the seat, his tongue picking up the faint tinge of dust and motor oil. He whimpered, feeling exquisitely debauched as Duo’s hips slapped loudly against his ass, savoring his deep, rough grunts every time they made contact. He came embarrassingly quick, rubbing his cock against the seat and draping himself over the back, letting his muscles go lax as his body was flooded with a warm buzz. Duo leaned over him, thrusting wildly and bit down into the sinewy flesh of Heero’s shoulder, groaning emphatically through his climax. Heero had enough energy to smile like a dope as Duo went limp against him, panting into his hair. Things were definitely less awkward after the fact and Heero lounged against the seat with his chin propped on his hand, watching Duo pull the condom off his cock and tie it off. He winced when the braided man tossed it across the room and heard the splat as it hit the cement floor. Duo caught his disgusted look, his own expression clueless. “What?” Heero snorted and shook his head, reaching for his clothes. “Nothing.” Some things never changed.
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