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"Calvin Klein Seduction"Written By: Zazu Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I
own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity,
and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned
here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events
are purely a coincidence. All of the characters depicted in this story
are adults. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: lemon Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Duo seduces Heero over a Calvin Klein ad.
It was his third date with Heero Yuy, and the dinner
had been good. Heero was driving back to their apartment; no, they
didn't share a flat but Duo lived three floors below Heero and it
only made sense to carpool. They'd met doing an engineering project; it'd seemed
logical to choose each other not only because they lived in the same
apartment but also because they'd only recognized each other in that
class. Working with Heero had been interesting, to say the
least. Duo was no less dedicated to his work but while he preferred
to talk his work out, if only to himself, and to test his theories,
Heero worked with a sort of single-minded intensity. Something that
distracted Duo to just stare at those intense blue eyes staring at
papers, a laptop screen, a book, or just at a wall while lost in thought. Everything had started in an almost corny way. They'd
been sitting in Heero's living room, on the floor since Heero wanted
to work at the coffee table where his books and research had been
strewn about. Duo hadn't minded, and he'd leaned over to grab a piece
of paper from across Heero's hands where they were poised over his
laptop. Heero had started, his concentration cut by the hand reaching
across; he'd turned slightly and their lips had met. For a moment
they'd stared at each other as Heero pulled back slightly in surprise.
Neither of them breathed, but when Heero had begun to look away, Duo
had taken his chances and tugged Heero towards himself for another
gentle kiss. They'd finished the project without any further issues
or discussion as to what had happened, but once it was done, Duo had
to admit that he missed spending time with Heero. Apparently, Heero
had felt the same way, because he'd appeared at Duo's door one evening
with takeout and asked if Duo wanted to eat in, or at his place. After
a couple of those impromptu meals, Duo had asked Heero out for dinner,
his treat of course, and to shoot some pool. Duo identified that as
their first official date. The night had been comfortable and there
was a sort of familiarity about them that Duo couldn't put a finger
to. He could only say that it had felt 'right', and he himself snorted
at his own reflection at the almost school-girl use of the term to
summarize the whole situation. "What are you thinking about?" Heero asked
as he started the car again as the light turned green. "Your profile," Duo answered absently. "As in what you see when you look this way, or
my information?" Duo chuckled. "The first one." "What about it?" Duo smiled in the dark, gazing out his window instead.
"Not the first time I've seen it. Saw it lots when we were working
on our project." Heero hummed in response as he pulled into the parking
garage. "Want to come up for a drink?" he asked Duo, who
shook his head. "But you can come over," Duo amended. "Because
I got some new coffee beans that you might like." "Sure." Heero locked his car and they made
their way to the elevators. It didn't take long for them to enter
Duo's apartment and Heero settled on the couch with a magazine as
Duo busied himself in the kitchen to make the coffee. As he waited
for it to perk, Duo sat next to Heero and tilted his head to see the
magazine. "Anything interesting?" "Not really," Heero flipped idly through a
couple of pages, stopping at an advertisement. "Oh," Duo murmured. "That's nice." Heero glanced at Duo. "The product, or the man
in the product?" he asked. "Both?" Duo murmured. Grinning a little, he
leaned closer to Heero, letting his finger trace down the page from
the male model's face, down his bare torso, to his crotch. "But
I think that you..." The coffee machine beeped. "Me what?" Heero asked, watching Duo's finger
where it traced idly up and down the bulge shown in the picture. "You...probably look just as good, if not better." Heero raised an eyebrow and leaned to the side, looking
at Duo. "Are you seducing me?" Duo's smile was sly. "Is it working?" "Maybe." Heero set the magazine down. "How
would you know what I wear though?" "I'll hazard a guess." Duo's hand settled
on Heero's knee. He traced a finger up Heero's thigh as he looked
into Heero's eyes. The finger moved up to Heero's hip bone and Duo
tugged lightly at the hem of his polo shirt. "You're wearing
trunks." "That wasn't a guess," Heero said, indicating
Duo's questing finger. "That was...an exploration." Duo chuckled. "Okay." He tugged at the hem
of the shirt again. "May I...explore some more?" Heero's throat was dry and he slid his hand under the
open flap of Duo's unbuttoned shirt. A t-shirt separated his hand
from Duo's skin, but he gently grasped Duo's hip as he nodded. Duo let Heero's hand slide up his side, sending a delicious
shiver down his spine before the hand passed over his shoulder, guiding
his unbuttoned shirt off of him. He shrugged the shirt off and slid
his own hand under Heero's shirt. Suddenly captivated by Heero's lips,
he leaned forward for a kiss as he began to slide the shirt up, letting
his hands graze Heero's skin. Muscles quivered under his touch and
Heero pulled Duo over him until Duo straddled his lap. Then, Duo pulled
away, letting the shirt slide down again before he got up. "Coffee," Duo said before moving towards the
kitchen. Heero followed after a moment, and pressed close behind Duo,
sliding his hands under Duo's shirt and deftly removing it, leaving
it on the counter top. He kissed Duo's shoulder as he traced his finger
from Duo's belly button down to the waistband of his jeans. Fingers
flicked the top button open before Duo gently backed into Heero. "Sure
you don't want any coffee?" Heero smiled behind Duo's ear; Duo was playing a little
game and he would play along. He pulled away, and just as Duo turned
around, Heero removed his own shirt, stretching his body up. The action
ruffled his hair and messed it up even more, but Duo's eyes were tracing
down Heero's chest to his waistband. He chuckled as he set his mug
of coffee down and approached Heero. He set both of his hands on Heero's
waist, his thumbs tracing the thick elastic band of Heero's trunks. "You're seriously wearing CK’s," Duo
said softly. "Something wrong with that?" "No." Duo let out a breath as he flicked open
the button of Heero's slacks and slid the zipper down. He didn't tug
the pants down though, and glanced up at Heero as he nudged Heero
back towards the fridge. A finger slipped just under the Calvin Klein
waistband before Duo spoke. "Nothing wrong at all." "Yes," Heero hissed softly as Duo's fingers
traced his skin just under the waistband. "Gods, Duo, you're
not even touching me there-" "Yet," Duo interrupted, working his own zipper
fly down. He tugged slightly so the zipper would be out of the way,
then did the same to Heero. Partially exposing Heero in his underwear
made Duo groan in anticipation. "God, you look so sexy..." Heero shook his head, drawing Duo's attention to his messy head of hair. A hand slid into the locks and he tugged lightly, guiding Heero's head to the side so he could lean down and kiss Heero's neck. Sucking briefly on the pulse, he tugged his own swollen erection from the flap of his boxers before closing the distance between his and Heero's bodies. Heero sucked in a breath as his body automatically pushed against Duo's, seeking more friction. His own hands were not idle; he slid them around Duo's waist and slipped one down just under the waistband of Duo's boxers. Resting a finger just above the crack of Duo's ass, Heero pulled Duo towards him, urging Duo to press harder against him. He let his finger tease lightly at the top of the crack before his other hand trailed up Duo's back to slide into the base of his braid. Tugging back gently, he removed Duo's mouth from his neck. Duo's disappointed mumble turned into a groan as Heero
tilted Duo's head all the way back so he could kiss the spot just
under Duo's chin, at the top of his throat. Once Heero moved his lips away, Duo kissed Heero hard.
When Heero's mouth opened their tongues sparred, twining together.
Soft sounds escaped the both of them between kisses and the press
of their erections against one another's, separated only by Heero's
trunks. "God, Heero," Duo mumbled against Heero's lips as Heero's hand slid from Duo's braid down to grasp his ass. The other hand remained where it was, but with both hands at Duo's backside, Heero had the leverage to not only pull Duo towards himself, but also to rock himself forward against Duo. Duo's breath hiccupped as they ground together, then
Duo was pulling at Heero's hands. Pressing them up by Heero's head,
Duo tangled their fingers together as he pressed Heero against the
fridge, mindful not to knock Heero's head against the hard surface.
He kissed Heero again as he rocked his hips hard against Heero's,
leading them towards an inevitable climax. Heero's fingers flexed
against Duo's and he licked the roof of Duo's mouth, desperate to
explore and taste every spot of the hot mouth. "Duo," Heero mumbled. Duo squeezed Heero's hands as he pulled back for a breath.
Violet eyes opened in slits to briefly study Heero's flushed face,
eyes closed, and Duo sought Heero's lips again. Their bodies lined
up together, Duo didn't resist when Heero pulled one hand loose and
wrapped it around Duo's waist again, not letting Duo go. With his
palm against the cool surface of the fridge door, Duo rocked hard
against Heero and came, splattering their stomachs and the front of
Heero's CK trunks with the evidence of his release. Heero held Duo against him and the twitches of the hard
cock against his sent him over the edge. Rocking towards Duo, Heero
let out a low moan as he came in his underwear, body strung tight,
their joined hands clasped tightly together. Slowly, their lips separated along with their trembling
bodies and Duo rest their foreheads together. Smiling lazily, he let
his sated member nudge against the front of Heero's wet drunks again,
sighing at the sensation as Heero shivered and leaned heavily against
the fridge. "God, Heero," Duo murmured. "Calvin Klein's
and coffee. I won't be able to look at the first or smell the latter
without thinking of you." Heero chuckled quietly. "Should I tell you that
I only wear Calvin Klein?" Duo leaned back to look at Heero, his eyes sparkling.
"You serious?" Heero raised an eyebrow. "You want to find out?" Duo kissed Heero for a moment before pulling back and
tucking himself back in. Zipping himself up, he looked at the wet
spot in front of Heero's crotch. Heero's hand trailed through the
white wetness on his stomach and Duo swallowed hard as Heero licked
his own finger clean. "Who's seducing who now?" Duo asked. Heero's lips quirked a little. "Is it working?" Duo pulled Heero forward by the waistband of his Calvin
Klein’s. "You bet." He crushed their lips together
again. In the end, he found out that Heero did, indeed, wear
only Calvin Klein underwear, from boxers to trunks to briefs. But
no matter what Heero wore under his pants at any given time, all he
had to do was stretch and draw Duo's attention to the exposed waistband
of his CK’s and Duo would be there, pressing up against him in
the most delicious way... - END -
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