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"I wish I were you "Written By: Lisa-chan Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, Lime, Lemon, Yaoi, and all that
jazz ;p Pairings:1x2, 5x6, 2x4, 3x4 Summary: Everyone always sees Heero and Duo as the perfect couple. But what if Duo finds out that Heero’s extremely possessive and jealous? And what if Heero finds out that Duo has a not so secret admirer? Author’s note: This thing has taken me more than five years of my life, excluding the beta-reading, so I hope it will make you laugh and cry, it will make you hard or wet or horny or whatever, In short, I hope you’ll like it! :D Thanks to Lathroniel for the beta-reading.
"I Wish I Were You" 5. A memorable breakfast
Duo felt the warm rays of the sun on his face when he woke up the next morning. His sleepy eyes told him that it still had to be early. Very early. As his mind woke up, an unpleasant thought came to him: he had to make breakfast. As his mind woke up further, a much less unpleasant thought followed: he was going to make breakfast with Heero! And that made up for a lot, if not everything. A maniacal laugh started to form in his throat and at once all sleep had left him. He turned around to attack Heero, but landed on the mattress instead. “Heero?” he said, concluding to his surprise and dismay that Heero wasn’t there. He looked around the room, but couldn’t see him. “Heero, where are you?” Quickly dressing himself in his boxers, he strode to the bathroom en threw the door open. “Heero? You here?” An empty bathroom greeted him; he frowned and scratched the back of his head. This was new. Heero never left him alone in bed, at least not without a kiss goodbye. And that was not the only thing that was bothering him. Heero’s promise of their morning quickie in the kitchen and the thought of Heero bent over on the kitchen table, offering his ass for Duo to screw it senseless had given him a hard-on. He needed his morning nookie, and he needed it now. Growing pretty desperate, he strode to the door and opened it. “Heero!” he hollered through the corridor, seemingly uncaring about the fact that the others were still asleep. “Heero! Where the hell are you?!” “In the kitchen!” he heard calling back from downstairs. With a broad smile on his face he dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Spotting his lover at the kitchen table, fervently stirring some eggs, he was behind him in the wink of an eye and sneaked his arms around him. “You gave me a scare, leaving me all alone in bed,” Duo murmured in his ear. “I’m sorry, sleepy head. I tried to wake you, but you only started snoring louder. So I got up already,” Heero smiled. “What’s the time?” “Seven thirty” “Seven thirty?! That’s still night!” Duo exclaimed, perplexed. “You’re kidding, right?” Heero shook his head and pointed to the clock. “I’m serious.” Squinting at the clock, but barely caring about the time, he tightened his arms around Heero, his mind focused on only one thing: his groin. “You know, there’s only one thing that can make up for that,” he purred, pushing his hips against Heero’s ass. Heero felt the hardness through the thin fabric of his boxers and could very much appreciate that, but tried not to show that and kept on stirring his eggs. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” he asked in all innocence. “You have promised me something, Heero,” Duo growled, nibbling along the soft skin of Heero’s neck. “And you haven’t given it to me yet.” “That’s because we weren’t in the kitchen yet.” “But we are now.” Duo stilled the hand that was stirring the eggs with his own and slid the other one under the waistband of Heero’s boxers. “I think those eggs are stirred enough by now.” He took hold of Heero’s half hard cock and teased it to further hardness. A surprised gasp from his partner made him chuckle. “You want it too, don’t you?” he whispered. “Yes,” Heero breathed, surprised at how fast Duo could turn him into a whimpering creature of need and desire. “Fuck me.” Duo grinned and tugged Heero’s boxers down, making them drop to his ankles and giving Heero the space to step out of the piece of clothing. “Bend over,” he ordered. His knees buckled slightly and he groaned as he watched Heero doing as he was told, willingly spreading his legs. Licking his lips, he moistened his fingers and wriggled them down between Heero’s smooth cheeks. Heero’s nails scratched against the table when Duo’s finger stretched him. He rocked his hips and clenched his muscles to tell his lover without words that he was ready for a second finger, and eventually a third. “Lubricant,” Duo whispered, looking around for something that was slick enough. Spotting a cup of butter on the table, Heero reached for it and shoved it to the edge of the table. “Use this,” he panted. “Perfect,” Duo murmured, greedily clawing his fingers in the soft substance. He rubbed his fingertips teasingly along Heero’s crevice and around the little hole, his eyes rolling slightly back with desire as he heard Heero giving one of those throaty moans. Digging his hand a second time into the creamy mass, he took a bit more this time to cover his member. Once sufficiently coated, he guided his cock between Heero’s buttocks, swiftly running his tongue along Heero’s spine before gently pushing forth. Heero bit his lip when he was being penetrated, trying not to scream in order not to wake the entire house. He felt Duo slowly withdrawing, then pushing in again. On his hips he felt two hands coaxing him to move in synch, and he did, his member bumping against the edge of the table every now and then. Their love making was gentle and fluent. They savoured the feeling of each other’s love, both given and taken. Heero loved Duo inside of him, Duo loved Heero to grip him. It was sweet, but not intense enough, and they both knew that. They needed to come, they needed something that would turn their brains around in their head, and that was the exact thing they were both striving for. Surely, this could not be healthy for Heero’s lip. He bit harder and tasted blood. He had to, he would scream otherwise, especially now that Duo had found his prostate and was hitting it mercilessly. This was getting harder with each thrust. Something wasn’t right here, Duo missed something. It was too quiet, Heero wasn’t screaming. Why not? He loved to hear Heero crying out in passion. It was the cherry on the proverbial cake. “Heero, why aren’t you screaming?” he panted. All he got was a strangely contorted sob. “You want to, don’t you?” he purred in Heero’s ear. “You’re just afraid we might wake everyone up. Don’t worry. Even if they would hear us, sane people stay in bed till noon when on a holiday.” He reached around and groped Heero’s groin, soon enough finding his cock. “Scream for me, Heero,” he whispered, stroking him intentionally hard. “Scream my name, I want to hear it.” Heero squeezed his eyes shut. It was too much. He just had to, Duo was driving him wild. “Scream Heero!” Duo commanded, squeezing hard and giving him a particularly vehement thrust. “Ah! Duo, God! Yes!” Heero cried. “Beg.” “Please Duo! Screw me good! Bang me through the table!” Duo frowned. He had opened a gate, apparently, but he wasn’t about to complain about that. That kind of dirty talk… that was what he was aiming for. It turned him on so much, and his hormones were going into overdrive. If Heero kept that foul talk up, then he knew it was only a matter of seconds. “Harder, Duo! Fuck me! Make me come!” Duo couldn’t take this any longer. The all too familiar feeling built and exploded as they were both launched into ecstasy. Heero fell forward on the table, Duo weighing heavy on his back. “Good morning, love,” he smiled, turning his head and pursing his lips for a morning kiss. Duo chuckled and bowed over to take those offered lips with his own. “Morning, love.” He raised the hand that had been holding Heero’s cock and took a dubious look at it. There was hardly any cum on it. Determined to find the creamy liquid he was so keen on, he turned Heero around and examined his belly and chest. Dry. Not a single drop. “Duo, what the hell are you doing?” Heero said. “Heero, where did your cum go? There is hardly any of it on my hand, and nothing at all on your belly or chest.” They both looked at the table. Little white drops formed a neat trail to the bowl of stirred eggs. They looked back at each other and promptly broke into laughter. “I think we’d better throw those away,” Duo laughed, doubtfully stirring the eggs with his finger. “Hn. Same goes for the butter,” Heero said with a wry grin. “Why?” “Duo, need I remind you that your fingers went from my butt to the butter? That’s not exactly hygienic.” “Right,” Duo nodded. Suddenly they heard a grumpy voice coming from the door. “Tell me again why I can’t call you insatiable?” Wufei said, noticing that Heero was still naked and having caught those last few words. “Fei!” Duo said, startled, quickly tucking his cock back into his boxers, while Heero dove under the table to hunt after his boxers. “What are you doing up so early?” “Someone apparently thought it funny to let the entire house know Heero was missing from his bedroom,” he glowered to Duo. “Besides, I always get up this early, for my sword practice. But of course you never noticed, coz you were still sleeping.” Noticing the bowl on the table, he quickly snatched it away. “Are those eggs?” “Yes, but…” Before Duo had the chance to finish his sentence, he saw Wufei pouring the contents of the bowl into his mouth. “Nothing as good as some raw eggs to start your day with,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and setting the bowl back on the table. “Tastes a bit funny, though.” He shrugged and disappeared out of the kitchen. Again, both boys went into hysterics, Duo leaning against Heero and Heero finding support against the kitchen table. “Tastes a bit funny, though,” Duo hiccupped. “Aah Heero, did you hear that? You taste funny.” “Shut up, idiot,” Heero said, swatting his lover against the back of his head. “Besides, I thought you said that sane people stay in bed until noon when on a holiday.” “I did, didn’t I? But maybe Wuffles isn’t sane either.” “Neither are you.” “No, I’m just lazy.” Heero chuckled and shook his head. “So, what are the plans for today?” “Humping,” came Duo’s quick response. Heero cleared his throat. He should’ve known that that was a pretty stupid question. “Idiot,” he grunted. “No, seriously now. Surely, you’re not really planning on humping all day long?” “And if I did, then would I hear any complaints, Yuy?” Duo shrugged. “No, you wouldn’t. That is, if you would bottom. My ass would hurt too much otherwise,” Heero joked, giving his partner a swift wink. “And what about my ass then?” “Hey, you were the one proposing it.” Duo snorted and took some fresh eggs out of the fridge. “Okay, not all day long. But still as much as possible, right? We do have a reputation. I still wanna do it in um… the backyard, the swimming pool, in- and outdoors, the bathtub, the bar, the lounge room… Well yeah, everywhere where we haven’t done it yet.” He looked at Heero when his summing up was met with no response. The boy was engaged in squeezing oranges with the electronic press and didn’t seem to hear him. “Yuy, are you listening to me?!” Heero firmly squeezed out the last orange and poured the juice into a glass jug. He looked behind to see a fuming Duo staring back at him. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Did you say something?” Duo felt a sudden upsurge to pounce upon his lover for his innatendance and do God knows what to him. Probably, that’s what would’ve happened, if it wasn’t for Quatre stumbling into the kitchen. He looked a bit… groggy. “Quatre? Hey, Quatre!” Heero yelled, conveniently dodging a flying Duo. “So Duo, I guess Quatre’s not sane either then.” Duo crawled upright and rubbed his shoulder. He had counted on a softer landing. “Shut up,” he mumbled. “Quatre, what are you doing up so early?” “I couldn’t sleep anymore. Trowa kept on tossing and turning, and for some reason he was moaning too,” Quatre replied absentmindedly. “Trowa kept on…?!” Heero and Duo looked at each other as if hell had frozen over and heaven had just fallen down. “Quatre, did you sleep with Trowa?!” Duo cried. “Yes, I did.” Duo could barely contain himself. Had his divine intervention paid off? He excitedly folded his hands in front of his lips and ridiculously bounced up and down. “Yes, you did?! Now, come on! Don’t just stand there! Tell us everything! Was he any good?” Duo said, grabbing Quatre’s shoulders and shaking all the sleep out of his system. “Duo! Don’t be so nosy!” Heero snapped. “So Quatre… was he?” The hand that was reaching for the jug of orange juice froze in mid air. “Hold on, you two!” Quatre said. “We didn’t have sex, if that’s what you mean. I just slept with him. Literally. Next to him. Not on top of him, not underneath him, just sleeping, nothing more.” Duo pursed his lips. “Nothing more?” he pried. “No.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Hm. Why?” “Because I couldn’t sleep.” “Oh? How come?” “Too much noise,” Quatre said, significantly looking at both of them. Duo promptly let his hands fall limply to his sides again, a light blush colouring his cheeks. “Oh… Um right… We’re sorry.” “That’s alright. In fact, it was quite comfy.” Duo grinned when he saw the slight smile on Quatre’s lips. “So you slept in the same bed with him, eh?” Quatre nodded, his smile broadening. “And you didn’t fuck him?” “No!” Quatre yelled. “Why not? Why didn’t you fuck him? Why not, Quat?” “Because I don’t love him! Not like that. He’s my soul mate.” “The hell with the soul mate-stuff! The guy’s fucking gorgeous!” “Hey-“ “But you are striking, Heero. Astounding.” “Could we please talk about something else now?” Quatre said carefully. “Oh, I have an idea,” Heero said, his face lighting up. “Duo, instead of abusing my ass for the rest of the day, why don’t you give Quatre the rest of his sex education?” “Aah Heero, that’s a great idea!” Duo cheered. “Is that okay, Q-boy?” “I… guess so,” Quatre stammered. This wasn’t exactly the ‘something else’ he was talking about. “So do you guys need any help with breakfast?” “Sure you can help us, Quat. It will be fun. Hey, Heero! Maybe we can make it a threesome. Right here on the floor. Quatre can take me while I take you, Heero. And then…” Heero rolled his eyes at Duo’s gabbling. “Stop it, Duo. Don’t you see you’re embarrassing Quatre,” he said. Duo’s lips turned into a lopsided grin, and he playfully punched Quatre’s shoulder. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Q-honey. You know I’m only joking,” he smiled. “Yeah, I know that,” Quatre sighed wistfully. “So, what do I have to do?” “You can stir the eggs. And Heero, don’t ruin them this time,” Duo chided. “Then I suggest you stay the hell away from my ass or my cock.” Quatre grimaced, tilting his head. “Do I even want to know…?” “Naah,” Heero and Duo said in unison. “Thought so,” he sighed.
To be continued… Chapter 6 |
