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"Clink"Written By: Jo Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Have nothing.
I write for the fun of it. Rating: R Warnings: Hints of sexual tension, a tiny bit
of fluffy-ness. Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Heero exercising his sexual muscle in
a coffee house. Bite-size fic, cousin of chibi fic, just about the
size I can handle right now. "Clink"
He resisted but the crisp clinking of ice in a tall frosty glass rattled and vibrated at the base of his spine, chipping away his notorious self-control like a ruthless ice pick. He stared fixedly at the same paragraph in his book, his knuckles white from gripping it too hard. Don’t look, his self-preservation instinct nagged and he looked up almost immediately while cursing silently at his own weakness. Sitting across from him, Duo was picking at the ice stranded from his now drained drink, ice that was round with hollow middles, some crystal clear and some coated with thin milky films. Studying the bottom of his glass, Duo pushed the ice around and picked one out by poking his straw through its hollow middle. The ice swung dizzily on the red and white striped straw, a droplet of water hung in precarious balance at its underbelly. Duo’s pink tongue darted out like a predator, licking swiftly at the droplet of water before wrapping his lips around the ice and making a hollow sucking sound. His eyes closed to slits of simple, childish pleasure, his nose wrinkled and his lips curled. Heero felt a coil sprung, coming undone in his belly and spurred a kind of warmth that titillates with promises of sweat and hot bodies gliding along each other. He swallowed audibly like a man dying of thirst. The ice disappeared into Duo’s mouth following a maneuver of lips and tongue. The crunching began soon after that, the ill-fated ice crumbled and crushed under Duo’s powerful jaw and teeth. Heero flinched and the warmth in his belly curled up protectively into a ball, settling cold and heavy in the base of his stomach, unwilling to move another erotic muscle. Heero let out the breath he was holding and settled lower into his chair listening to the sounds of conversations rising and falling around him, the chattering of the staff behind the counter accentuated by the occasional hissing of the steamer, and the sudden surprised yelp of someone who had put her hand on something hot. The air was saturated with the aroma of late morning coffee and delicious confectionary. Inhaling deeply, he settled easily back into his book. The clink-clinking of ice in Duo’s tall glass started again when the crunching stopped. Heero felt his ears twitch, his breath quickened, and his fingers tightened around his book, just like before. He thought fondly about the whipped cream around the rim of the glass, he thought longingly about the spicy taste of the drink on Duo’s breath, and he thought unabashedly about rocking back and forth to the soul bassa nova playing softly in the background with Duo straddling his lap. He muttered dejectedly like a man at wit’s end as he looked up again, drawn to the crisp clinking sound, staring at the tip of a pink tongue flicking flirtatiously at the droplet of water hung in delicious balance at the underbelly of yet another piece of ice on the red and white striped straw. He watched as Duo’s lips part menacingly and slammed his book on the table, hard. The glass jumped and the straw shook. The ice round slipped off the straw, sliding across the trembling table and dove off the edge. Duo looked curiously at him, one eyebrow raised in question. Heero stood abruptly, throwing a handful of bills on the table, way too much for their drinks and tips alone. Forcefully, he dragged Duo out of his seat despite his protest and made a straight line for the door. They were half way across the room when Heero turned around and snatched the tall glass with the stranded ice at the bottom and the red and white striped straw poking teasingly out of it, hoping they’d make it back to the apartment before the ice melted.
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