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"Interrupted"Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m sexual situations, cursing Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Set in the same universe
as Forever. Heero and Duo find their lazy morning activities "interrupted" "Interrupted " Duo The moment I started to wake up, I knew 'Ro was watching me. He had this habit, I guess I'd call it endearing, of watching me sleep, his deep blues calm in the morning light and his expression soft. It also meant that I woke up hard - or maybe that was because of the soul-searing fuck we'd had last night and the subsequent dreams and thoughts that had gone around my head since then but Heero didn't complain, watched me jerk myself off - knowing I had him and could persuade him into a little 69 action. Hey, lazy 69ing in the morning pretty much was one of my favourite ways to wake up and with his dick in my mouth and mine in his, my fingers teasing and then him reciprocating, it was kinda perfect. Yeah. Until the interruption. The neighbourhood kids. When I opened the door - thankfully no hard on, as jeez, that was really not gonna be a good story for their parents - there were four of them standing with a broken remote control helicopter and I was letting them into our place to fix it knowing that Heero would be pissy with a major case of blue balls but I hadda help the kids out, right? Plus 'Ro knew I always was a sucker for kids. I knew Heero always complained about the neighbourhood kids and had turned into the equivalent of a grumpy old dude in his mid-twenties. Hell, he could give Howard a run for his money on this shit and that was saying something but really, I knew he didn't hate kids or nothing. He just had major guilt and issues and memories. I had them too - remembered the orphans that were littering the floor and rubble but whereas Heero blocked it out, I guess, I felt I hadda do something. That was the reason I was helping them repair the helicopter and was the reason I'd helped fix a kids tenspeed and fixed a skateboard by putting a wheel back on. It wasn't like I was trying to atone for the shit that I'd done or whatever but it made me feel a little better to get a hug or some candy or something back. And kids love me, what can I say? The kids were listening as I explained how the rotary blades worked, my screwdrivers on the table and I was surprised to see Heero - sure I'd heard him as the bastard was walking around the kitchen making some point - enter the living room, holding some cut up apple in a bowl and handing it over to the kids and it was in these moments that he totally had me. Oh yeah, he had me when he fucked me hard and fast, when he was going down on me, when he was sliding his fingers over every inch of my body, biting me, nipping my skin, making me so fucking his. But then it was those moments, when he was almost shy, I guess, trying to do something normal that went against everything he had been taught and trained to do that he had me - heart, body, soul. When he did these things for me. I was a lucky bastard and I tried to show that. He got my genuine smile. Not any mask or shit I played with anyone else. Not the smiles he got when I just couldn't be so open. And he gave me one back, a gentle quirk of lips and a look that made me think he was just as much mine as I was his. 'Ro disappeared and with the helicopter fixed, I shooed out the kids to play with it. "Next time be more careful with it, 'kay?" There was a chorus of sarcastic "yeah Duo's" that amused me. They sounded like me. I should not teach sarcasm to other people's kids. It ain't something most parents appreciate. The kids gone I went in search of Heero, finding him in our office, his laptop open in front of him and coughed to get his attention. "Wanna resume activities?" He grunted - which he damn well knows pisses me off. You'd think after all these years, I'd know but fuck, sometimes Heero was a closed book and fuck if I knew what he wanted. Sometimes I wished he was more open. Sometimes I wished we talked about shit. Sometimes I wished we had something more normal. Yet it was never gonna happen. I accepted that. I walked over, a little pissed and he looked up at me as I stood with my hands folded across my chest and I saw he looked conflicted and all... "You're good with kids." The statement knocked me back a little. "Yeah, well that's because I never grew up, right? That's what 'Fei always says." Heero made a noise under his breath but didn't respond. "You're thinking, Yuy. It ain't a good thing..." This was when he shut down conversations and there was shit I could do so I did what I knew. Crawled into his lap, the office chair creaking a little under our combined weight, it would hold - hell we knew it would hold as we fucked on it before and it had survived - and I met his lips with a kiss that conveyed everything. He was my first. Yeah. Lame. But really, what opportunity had I before a damn war to fuck anyone? I was a kid on the streets until the Church, until the Sweepers, and I'd never reduced myself to some of the shit I'd seen on L2 so yeah, the moment we fucked on Peacemillion was it. Bingo. Virginity gone. But also he'd be my last. I figured that no one else could deal with my bull and really, he was everything I ever wanted, and I kissed him letting him know that, my tongue sliding against his, silencing any doubts and anything he was thinking. Fuck, I did not want kids. Yeah, I wanted to be an uncle, though I figure my regular teasing of Quat and 'Lena to get a fucking move on and procreate was enough of a hint of that but I never wanted that with him. I had everything I ever wanted in life - a home and Heero was that home. We disengaged and I looked at him hard, feeling the planes of his body underneath my fingers and he reached forward, fumbled in the drawer of his desk and produced a thin tube. I grinned. "Still in here?" Hell, we had not had sex in the office for a while. We'd got past that stage of living together where we'd fuck on every available surface as though we were crossing it off on some kinda checklist. Now we tended to have sex either in the bed, the shower or on the couch. Our more adventurous screwing around happening on missions or whatever. I let him prep me, his tongue teasing my nipple, his fingers steady, slow, each touch assured. I'd lost my shirt, he'd lost his, my flannel pants ended up on the floor but he'd just brought his dick outta his shorts so that I could feel it hot and hard against me. "I'm too fuckin' turned on, babe," I said, warning him, as I was. Reduced to near damn begging him. But we'd started this shit too long ago and my body ached, my cock so fucking hard against his stomach and I felt the pressure and the lust and the need. He stopped his teasing fingers, stretching, scissoring, until he knew - instinctively he knew - fuck he knew everything about my body - and then I was sliding down onto him, him holding his dick and aligning it so he slid in perfectly. Kinda felt sometimes like our bodies were made for each other. Sometimes I thought I was becoming a sap. I rode him, the chair making noises in protest as it was not designed for this as I moved up and down on his cock, his hands holding onto my hips in support and aiding each thrust in and out. I tried to take it damn slow but it was impossible with the whole earlier 69 action acting as foreplay and I sped up instinctively, rocking down into him, him rocking up into me - our tempo was right, too fucking right and I leaned down to kiss him, still moving my hips, feeling every inch of his dick inside me on each downward thrust, his hand circling my cock. "You're too damn good," I panted against his lips. He grunted, biting down on my bottom lip and then releasing it. "Same." I felt him come first, his usual control lost in the moment of climax and his head was on my shoulder, his breath hot and wet as his hand brought me off, cum hitting his stomach and hand. I let my body relax onto his, him still inside me, and I looked him dead in the eye. "You're all I ever want, 'Ro." There was no need for some damn speech about feelings or "I love yous" or shit but this was me reassuring him. He didn't answer, grabbed my hand, brought it to his lips, kissed my knuckles and then entwined our fingers. I looked down at our fingers, our battle scarred hands, and then back up to him. "Ya know, it's just you an' me, forever, right?" He didn't answer, just pulled me back down to kiss him, making me fucking breathless and I knew he knew. Just me and him against the damn world. Forever. ~ * ~ |
