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"My Name is Heero"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi, m/m sexual relations, PWP, language,
fluff and humour Pairings: 1x2 A/N: Beta'd by ELLE. Summary: Heero is sent to a convention by his
employers as punishment but finds it isn't so bad when a sexy conventioneer
sits next to him. "My Name is Heero"
He expected the dull keynote speakers, the hall of products
vying for his attention and the inane conversation with fellow conventioneers
in the bar after hours – what he hadn't expected was to be in
an elevator with a young man with braid pressed up against the side
of it and a hand down his pants stroking his dick to full hardness
all the while kissing him with the ferocity of a freight train. It
was unexpected but certainly not unwanted. The elevator pinged and they broke apart for a moment,
Heero looking at the heavy lidded eyes of the other man. They were
a startling blue – but that didn't matter right now as his eyes
drifted down a lean and toned frame dressed in black and to a hard
cock straining against the material and he smirked. "This is my floor," Heero said. "Lead the way." It wasn't that he made a habit of bringing handsome
conventioneers back to his room but there had been something different
about the guy as soon as he saw him. It always seemed that at these
conventions everyone was middle aged, men dressed in pressed slacks
and dull shirts and motherly women and Heero would nod politely and
talk to them briefly but they were not interesting in the slightest.
Unlike the guy he was getting into his hotel room. He fumbled for
a second with his card key as once they had stopped in front of the
door they resumed some of the elevator groping and he was so damn
hard and turned on by him that it was difficult to even do such a
simple task. He managed it and as soon as the door was closed behind
them, Heero had him pushed against the door, his leg in between long
limbs, his dick rubbing against his thigh and his tongue deep in his
mouth. His companion didn't complain at all, grinding back against
him, opening his mouth wide and tilting his head, threading his fingers
through the hair at the back of Heero's head and it was getting too
hot for clothes despite the fact that his room had the highest air
conditioning setting turned on. Heero had not intended to be licking at the neck of
a handsome young man but he was not going to let the opportunity pass
- finding the pulse and nipping at him so that he moaned and threw
his head back against the door, letting him have better access as
Heero groped his way down to his belt and zipper and button. He wore
tighter pants than Heero did and he'd not yet managed to touch his
dick so when he finally grasped it in his hand, the satisfied groan
went straight to Heero's already heated blood and he knew he couldn't
deal with foreplay much longer. "I want to fuck you," he said, his mouth at
the ear of the man. He'd wanted that from the moment he'd slid past him
to the seat. Heero had been in Dr. Fitzpatrick's keynote speech about
the use of personal technology in the workplace and the use of social
media. He'd sat at the back anticipating he would want to leave immediately
and find the bar before the many others who filled the auditorium
made their way to it and so he had taken a seat at the edge of the
row of uncomfortable chairs. It was then, late, the braided man had
come into the room and realised that the only available seat he could
get into without causing too much disruption was the one next to Heero. Heero didn't mind as he looked up and saw him smile
apologetically. Dressed all in black, his first three shirt buttons
undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a firm ass that brushed him
as he sidled into the seat next to him and really – he was not
going to complain. Especially when he'd noted the braid. He had a
few things he liked in a man and it seemed this conventioneer ticked
all those boxes. So many of them, that he was undoing shirt buttons
and finding it awkward to do so with the convention lanyard around
his neck. "Fuck me then," was the response he got from
his proposition. Oh hell, he would. They managed to walk together towards
the bed despite the fact they were intent on not separating, Heero
had his hand on hard dick and his shirt was being undone and a mouth
was nipping at his jaw. He was surprised they managed to make it,
nearly tripping up on multiple occasions as they became a mass of
limbs and neediness. They didn't make it elegantly but there was a pause
as they got to edge of it. Heero took a breath and looked down at
the ever so helpful sticky label on the black shirt that matched the
counterpoint on his own chest. It read My Name Is… Duo. He'd not really had opportunity to notice it despite
sitting next to him during the speech as they'd been giving each other
looks from the corners of their eyes and they had come to some mutual
decision that Heero didn't quite understand and they'd left only to
start making out in the elevator. There had been no preamble. No small
talk. No exchange of names until now. Duo's fingers slid over his half undone shirt to the
sticky tag and then to the lanyard that confirmed his company name
and his attendance details. A slim digit went over the name on the
label, moving over the letters of Heero's name, finger continuing
and making its way up the expanse of his chest that had been exposed
so far, up to his collarbone, until it was at his mouth. It was the
slowest the whole encounter had gone but Heero couldn't deny it was
unbelievably sexy as he sucked at the digit as it swiped at his lips. "Fuck me, Heero," he said huskily. It wasn't an invitation he was going to turn down as
the rest of their clothing hit his hotel room floor, a slight wrestle
with pants until they were both entirely naked. He thanked his own
forethought that he had lube and condoms. He hadn't expected to get
lucky at the FPYBT convention but then it seemed prudent to include
them in his toiletries as he didn't know and he wasn't going to question
his luck at having a hot young man in his bed. He wasn't going to question it as he slid fingers down
his sides, mouthing at shoulder blades as he slid one inside until
Duo was squirming underneath him, moving back into him, and then inserting
another as he kissed down the ridges of spine listening to the moans
of approval and interest as he drove them deep, the pleasure evident
in the writhing and shifting of the man on his hands and knees in
front of him. Once he'd finally used three, stroking Duo's dick as
he did, he removed them and received a look over his shoulder that
suggested a lot of things. Hurry the fuck up being one. It was difficult
– he fumbled with the condom packet and he was so hard, so damn
needy, that he thought for a second about suggesting not to but then
sense overrode that and he managed to slide it on, applying a thin
sheen of lube before positioning himself. "Ahh, fuck," he moaned, unable to help himself
as the feeling was so damn good and he heard an answering groan at
his slide in. It was difficult to not start pounding straight away
but instead, he skittered his fingertips over the body underneath
him, toyed with a nipple and leaned over to lap at pale sweaty skin
until he felt the tell-tale movement of Duo pushing back into him
and Heero thrust back before thrusting forward. He saw Duo's fingers
clutch harder at the sheets underneath him and heard a few choice
words – mainly "fuck," "shit" and "oh"
as he built up a steady rhythm, his body instinctively moving and
driving both of them insane. Sensing that they he was reaching completion, he encouraged
Duo to move back onto him, coming up onto his lap so that Heero could
lick at his throat, and it meant deeper penetration as he allowed
Duo to slide up and down on him, his downward thrusts and gravity
creating a level of intensity that was going to make him come harder
than he had for a long fucking time. When Duo turned his head so that
their lips could meet sloppily and Heero slid his fingers to his hard
dick to stroke, it was difficult not to shout as he felt Duo come,
stickiness coating his fingers, the other man's swearing and moaning
being captured in his mouth. It took a couple more thrusts and then
it was over for Heero as well and he panted into Duo's shoulder as
he came. For a few moments they stayed as they were until it
became apparent they'd end up sticking together and Duo moved off
him and found a place on the bed without a wet spot and laid on his
stomach, his breathing returning to normal. Heero dealt with the condom
and grabbed some tissues from the dresser and offered some to Duo
as well and then lay down next to him on his back. It was awkward for a moment until Duo spoke. "So… I guess that worked for you, babe?" Heero looked over at the salacious grin on Duo's face.
It had worked. It wasn't the best sex they'd ever had – there
was a phenomenal fuck in Wing ZERO that would never be replicated
and a marathon session in the Bahamas that he remembered fondly but
then it had done as Duo had said – brought a new angle. "Yeah," he replied and turned onto his side,
reaching for the skin of Duo's shoulder. "I had a narrative in
my head." Duo chuckled. "You did what?" "To make it authentic." "Jesus fuck, Heero, the whole point was that we
didn't know each other and we fucked. You didn't need a goddamn story
to go with it." "I thought that was the point of roleplay..." Duo propped himself up and leaned over, moving some
of Heero's dark hair from his eyes and smirked. "You gotta take
shit so literally…" He moved further over, meeting Heero's
lips softly and then settled himself onto his chest. "You've
kinda intrigued me… what was your story?" "I worked for a tech company called OZ," he
started and heard Duo snort, "and I pissed off my boss and got
sent to the convention." "Lemme guess – Treize?" "Yeah," Heero answered and he slid his fingers
down Duo's braid and back up, heard Duo laugh and then make a noise
low in his throat, pleased at his ministrations. "So guess this whole thing proves that you'd always
find me damn sexy and want to fuck me?" It was Heero's turn to snort at Duo's confidence but
it was true. Always had been since they were fifteen and were a mess
of colliding hormones. He pushed his fingers up to the back of Duo's
head, threading them through the braid and bringing him up to his
lips to kiss him soundly and prove that point. When they parted, his
smirk was as cocky as any of Duo's best and he could only answer in
agreement. "Always." ~ * ~ On to companion piece My Name is Duo |
