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"Of Fruitbaskets and Beaches "Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words.
Rating: NC 17 Warnings: PWP, total fluff, silliness, language,
yaoi, lime, tangerine, grapefruit, kumquat, orange, pomegranate, pummelo,
lemon, Relena bashing, violence, MAJOR OOCness, fruitiness, Bitch
Squad Pairings: 1x2 Summary: I couldn't begin to summarize this story.
Your best bet is to read it and find out. Contains copious amounts
of citrus and silliness. Read if you dare! " Of Fruitbaskets and Beaches " Seventh Installment: The Morning After Duo woke to find a heavy, warm weight blanketing him. It bore him down into the bed, comforting and somehow relaxing. Lying face-down on the bed with Heero half on top of him he couldn't really move, but he was content to stay this way. He drifted in and out probably for the better part of an hour before he was brought back to awareness by the feel of Heero lightly stroking his arm. "You awake?" his boyfriend murmured in his ear, soft enough that it wouldn't have awakened Duo if he were still asleep. "Mmph," Duo agreed, not quite willing to join the world of the living yet. A soft chuckle teased over his cheek, next thing he knew Heero was nibbling on his ear. It tickled. Giggling, he tried to fend his boyfriend–lover, he reminded himself–off. Laughing softly, Heero's weight lifted off his back. He found himself sorry to find it gone. The bed shifted when Heero got up. Groaning with supreme reluctance, Duo rolled over to get up himself. He only made it half upright before his body caught up with him. "Ow!" he yelped, falling back down. He was sore! Heero whirled where he stood, cinching his robe shut and rushing to Duo's side. "What's wrong? Are you all right?" Biting his lip, Duo looked up at him, feeling a slight flush creep over his cheeks. "I'm . . . um, it's kind of . . ." Understanding entered Heero's cobalt eyes. "Stay there," he said, standing again. "Don't move. I'll be right back." Wincing, Duo did as he was told. He didn't really want to move. Heero came back moments later with a glass of water and some other things. He gave Duo a few aspirin, then had him lay on his stomach. Moments later his hands, made slick with something that tingled, gently dug into his lower back. Every place on his lower body that ached from last night's activities, Heero massaged. His skilled movements chased away the last vestiges of pain, turning Duo into a happy, relaxed puddle. He actually moaned in displeasure when Heero stopped, causing his lover to chuckle. "I thought you might be hungry," he explained. "Do you feel better, now?" "Yes," Duo said, "but now I can't move." He noticed he was lying on Heero's pillow, and the youth's scent clung to it. Pine, something sharp and clear, and . . . strawberries? Now, where had Heero gotten . . . strawberries . . . Smiling, Heero let Duo doze off again. Carefully rising so as not to wake him, he grabbed a quick shower and slipped into a pair of comfortable, faded jeans. Padding downstairs barefoot, he nearly tripped over Extreme, who had mysteriously gotten home. The large Golden Retriever barked, waving his long tail. "Hush," Heero admonished, lightly rapping him on the muzzle. "You'll wake Duo." Extreme pouted, but he didn't bark again. He followed Heero into the kitchen, parking himself right in the way all over the place. Heero tripped over him no less than sixteen times before he lost all patience and threw him outside. Unfortunately, the dog door wasn't locked and Extreme came right back in. Heero tripped over him an additional sixteen times before he shoved him outside and locked the dog door. Extreme simply ran around to the front door to the other dog door and came inside again. Heero finally stopped and stared down at the dog, glaring. Extreme panted happily, staring right back at him without an iota of guilt. His guileless expression instantly melted Heero, and he patted the dog's head before returning to his scrambled eggs and waffles. He tripped over Extreme a few more times before breakfast was finished and the dog finally got out of the way. He loaded everything up onto a tray and went back upstairs. In the bedroom, Duo was sprawled over the bed, tangled in the sheets and blankets. Since he was still naked, a great deal of flawless pale skin was on display. Reigning himself in, Heero sternly reminded himself that Duo was too sore for any serious roughhousing. Reaching down, he gripped one slim shoulder and gently shook. "Wake up, baby," he murmured. "I made breakfast." Duo looked absolutely charmed to be fed breakfast in bed. Heero sat behind him, Duo against his chest with the tray across his legs. Heero fed him every bite, watching the way Duo's lips closed around the fork. Inappropriate thoughts . . . "Heero . . ." Duo murmured, shifting to look at his lover's face. "Are . . . are you . . . turned on?" A faintly sheepish grin flickered over Heero's face. "Can't help it, baby. You're so cute." That adorable flush spread across Duo's cheeks. "You think I'm cute?" he said somewhat demurely. Leaning forward, Heero kissed him. "You're the damn cutest thing on the planet," he said into the kiss. The breakfast tray forgotten, Duo seemed all too happy to wrap his arms around Heero's neck and deepen the kiss. Heero wanted. So bad. He wanted to watch Duo writhe, see his face slack in ecstasy, hear his sweet, addicting moans . . . Duo broke the kiss with a little giggle, burying his face in Heero's neck. "Now you're really turned on," he mumbled. Chuckling apologetically, Heero backed off. "Sorry. You're naked and in my lap. But it's all right. I don't want to hurt you." Duo pulled away, smiling regretfully. "I'm sorry too," he murmured, and he sounded sorry. "Maybe . . . maybe tomorrow?" Heero slid an arm around his shoulders and kissed him. "Of course. Why don't you grab a shower while I do the dishes?" Duo, who had his arms around Heero's waist, didn't let go. "Kay," he said. Heero waited for him to disengage, but he didn't. "Would you like me to carry you?" he asked presently. Duo smiled. "Mm hmm." A broad smile passed over Heero's lips as he lifted his lover off the bed. Duo's legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried him into the bathroom. "I hope you find something in there you won't mind using," he said, setting Duo down and pointing to his shelf of shampoos and body-washes. Duo kissed the tip of his nose. "It's perfect," he chirped, climbing in and sliding the curtain shut. Heero tried not to imagine Duo sliding body-wash all over his perfect body . . . suds traveling down to . . . and then over . . . Shaking his head, Heero made himself leave. Traipsing downstairs to do the dishes, he tripped over Extreme again. Lying sprawled on the floor, he drummed his fingers in annoyance. "Extreme," he said, "must you always park your butt right in my way?" Extreme gave him a big sloppy kiss. In the kitchen he let his dog lick all the plates off before tossing them in the dishwasher. The good news was, taking care of such domestic stuff took his mind off . . . things so the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans went away. Tripping over Extreme for the umpteenth time helped too. "Gah!" he exclaimed. "Ex, get out of here!" Extreme ignored him. As usual. He finally flopped down in front of Extreme, grabbing the fur around his face and giving him some rough affection to the point of mauling. Extreme nipped playfully at one of his hands. It inevitably turned into a roughhousing fest, the two of them rolling around and growling at each other and Extreme drooling (extra on purpose) all over Heero. Heero laughed out loud at his dog's antics. He wouldn't trade him for all the dogs in the world, and Extreme knew it. Duo wandered downstairs, wishing he had a change of clothes. His clothes from yesterday were still clean, but . . . he'd worn them yesterday. When he reached ground-level he paused, enchanted by the scene in front of him. Heero was roughhousing with his dog, and Extreme looked very happy. It was so cute. Duo sighed. He loved Precious with all his heart, but she was too small to play with like this. Leaning against the rail, he watched them tussle around until they noticed him. Extreme got up and raced over to him, tail waving, jumping up to lick Duo's face. Laughing, Duo fended him off. Heero came right to him, as well, sliding his hands down the backs of his thighs to lift him off the ground. Duo obediently tucked his legs around Heero's waist, nuzzling his lover's neck. Heero's hand ran lightly up his back. "I know tomorrow your parents are going to help us move into that big house," the older youth murmured, "but can we just . . . spend today together? Just you and me? I have this feeling that after today we won't be able to have as much alone time as before." Duo just nodded, so happy he thought he might float away. He'd been worried about the morning after. He'd heard stories about girls stupid enough to fall in love and get serious about guys who weren't as serious. The morning after was their first clue they weren't loved in return. But Heero was acting even more tender and thoughtful than before, not less. Tightening his hold a little, he tipped his head up, finding Heero's lips. Heero kissed him slow and deep, and with a tenderness Duo had never experienced before. It was as if his lover was saying he loved him without words. He poured all the emotion in his heart into the kiss, and Heero accepted it and drank it down. Duo broke the kiss first, breathless with a whole different kind of passion. He knew there was not a force on this planet now that could make him leave Heero. "Heero . . ." he gasped. "I love you," the Japanese youth whispered in his ear. "You will be mine forever, won't you?" The tone was confident, but Duo could hear a very faint echo of uncertainty behind it. It endeared him even more. He tightened his hold so much it left both of them breathless. "And then forever more," he promised. "I love you, too, Heero . . ." This time it was him that had to reign himself in because
of his soreness. Both of them laughed softly. Duo knew there was a
rhythm to love. He also knew it was only a matter of time before he
and Heero found their own.
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