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"Bad Luck Turned Good "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: Yaoi, lemon, angst, Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Get together fic. "Bad Luck Turned Good " Chapter 2
“I wouldn’t know,” he replied honestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever really cooked for two people, unless you count making extra to take to work for lunch. That’s still two meals, technically.”
“Still different, though. Where are your forks?”
“I’ll go get them.” Heero went to his kitchen drawer to pull out two forks, two spoons and a larger serving fork. Duo had followed him in and Heero pointed out the cabinet where the plates could be found. “Would it be weird if I told you that I eat spaghetti with chopsticks when I’m at home?”
Duo turned and stared. “No way!” he exclaimed. “That’s not the right way!”
Heero shrugged. “It still works.”
“Let me show you the art of eating spaghetti, Heero.”
They sat down at the dining table and Duo served up the food. Picking up his fork, he spun it around with the tips against the spoon so the spaghetti coiled around it into a neat mouthful. “This is how you properly eat spaghetti, although you can skip the spoon.”
Heero had gone back to the kitchen for chopsticks and he repeated Duo’s motion without the spoon before showing Duo the same outcome.
Duo stared, then shook his head. “Asians,” he muttered.
“Chopsticks are a great invention,” Heero said defensively. “You can eat virtually anything with it…”
“And you can use it as a weapon, or a hair accessory, and probably for a variety of other things,” Duo said. “When you eat spaghetti in front of me, use a fork, smartass.”
Heero complied and used his fork. “This is really delicious,” he commented. “Where did you say the sauce was from?”
“I didn’t say,” Duo said. “I grew up in an orphanage, and they have ties with a farm that sponsors a trip for the kids every year. They get to go to the farm and do the whole home-made tomato sauce thing, and I always get to go with them and pick up a few jars for myself. I offer a voluntary payment, of course, if only to ensure that the farm keeps taking the kids out to do something special. And with this sauce, I just add a little herbs and sometimes onions into it for a different taste.”
“I see,” Heero nodded. “It’s really good.”
“How about you? Where did you grow up?”
“I’m half Japanese, and since my father is the Japanese side, I spent most of my childhood years in Japan. But he passed away when I was about eleven, and my mother moved back to the states. She lives in Ohio now, but I moved out here for work.”
“Japanese,” Duo said thoughtfully. “So what’s the word for delicious.”
“Oishii.”
“And how about handsome?”
Heero raised an eyebrow. “Kakoii,” he said, wondering where the link was between the two words.
“So,” Duo asked, swallowing his mouthful. “How do I say that you look kakoii and oishi?” At the same time, Heero felt Duo’s foot on his and he jumped, startled.
Heat crept up to Heero’s face and he didn’t answer. Duo laughed and eased off with the flirting.
The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, although it was the alarm from Heero’s cell phone that alerted him to the fact that his meeting would begin in five minutes. He’d laid out everything he needed beforehand, and he turned apologetically to Duo only to be waved off.
“Finish up and go,” Duo said. “I’ll clean up.”
“I was going to help,” Heero admitted. “If we finished earlier, I mean.”
“It’s just a few dishes. Don’t worry about it. I saved a bit of spaghetti at home for my lunch. Do you want the leftovers for lunch, too?”
“That would be great,” Heero said, wiping his mouth. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“I’ll be right back.”
The call went smoothly although it took all of Heero’s concentration in the first three minutes to become completely focused. Once he was finished with his client, he left his room to find Duo standing in the dark, looking out the window.
He was a little nervous to do it, but Heero followed his urge, stepping behind Duo and slipping his arms around Duo’s waist. Duo started, but relaxed against Heero.
“You like this view, don’t you?” Heero asked, resting his cheek against Duo’s soft hair.
“It’s still new to me,” Duo said. “Still has that awe factor.”
They stood there for a while before Duo informed Heero that he had brought an action flick for them to watch. They settled down on the couch with their bottle of wine and wine glasses within reach.
By the middle of the movie they were sitting thigh to thigh, warm against one another.
“God, he’s hot,” Duo murmured at the sight of the main character pressed against the side of the building, scouting out the scene. Heero considered the black clothing, the muscles that could be seen, and the gun in the actor’s hand.
“You’d look better in that,” he said before he realized the thought had crossed his mind.
“Oh really?” Duo asked. “I happen to think that you would look better.”
Heero shook his head in disagreement, but an explosion on screen caught their attention.
The warm hand on his left him almost as excited as the action playing on the television, but Heero forced himself to sit still. He was a grown man, for God’s sake, not a teenager without control.
The movie ended and Heero leaned forward to turn the television off. He froze when Duo hugged him around the waist, resting a cheek on his shoulder.
“Duo?” he asked when the man didn’t move or speak.
“Are you real?” Duo whispered. “I mean, I can feel you in my arms. You’re solid, you’re warm, and your heart is beating.” A hand crept up to splay over Heero’s heart. “And yet, you’re so incredible that I can’t help but wonder if I’d somehow made you up. It’s only our second date and somehow it feels like I’ve known you forever.”
Heero set his hand over Duo’s. “For what it’s worth, your being here seems fairly unreal, too.” He said softly. “But I’m here, and you’re here, and this is where our lives are at the moment.”
“I want more than the moment, Heero,” Duo said. “It’s…unfair for me to demand this when you hardly know me, but I need to know that you can try for more than a moment.”
“More than a moment,” Heero said.
Duo shifted and pulled Heero back a little. Lips were pressed against his neck; Heero shivered.
“So…is it strange that I want to jump you so badly that it almost hurts?” Duo asked, his tone suddenly teasing.
“It isn’t strange if I’m feeling the same way, right?” Heero replied.
Duo’s thumb rubbed gently against Heero’s abdomen for a moment before he moved it a little lower. Heero’s breath hitched as his cock began to swell.
And Duo hadn’t even touched him there yet.
Sitting where he was, Heero couldn’t do more than set his hand on Duo’s knee and caress the jean-clad thigh, but when he tried to turn, Duo held him still. Duo’s lips were teasing him, arousing him, his hands moving, fingers caressing his nipple through his shirt, the other hand leaving a trail of fire even though Duo had yet to touch his skin.
Suddenly, Heero felt inadequate. He knew the mechanics of the act, but he’d never done it before. He was suddenly afraid to touch Duo, wondering if he wouldn’t be able to make Duo feel the way that he was feeling.
A hand brushed over his arousal and even as his mind suddenly wanted to shy away, his body called for more. The touch had been brief, and then Duo was leaning to the side, pushing Heero down with him until Duo was stretched out against the back of the couch with Heero half lying down. A hand slid into Heero’s pocket and fingers grazed his arousal again.
“Mm, is that a roll of change or are you happy to see me?” Duo asked softly.
The words made Heero laugh and grab Duo’s hand. “That’s the corniest…”
“I know,” Duo said, leaning up over Heero so they could look at each other. “But you were suddenly tense. Is something wrong? Are we…am I going too fast?”
Heero stared up at the concerned face of Duo. “It’s…I…I’ve never done this before,” he confessed, looking away.
“I know,” Duo said. “You told me about Nicola, remember?”
Heero blushed, wondering what Duo thought of his inexperience. But before he could let his thoughts carry on, Duo’s fingers caressed his chin, then turned Heero’s gaze back to his own.
“If you’re sure that you’re ready to take this step, Heero…then let me show you. I don’t care if you’ve never done it before, I just want to learn it all again with you.”
Duo’s hand drifted down, sneaking up the hem of Heero’s shirt to splay against Heero’s abdomen, and Heero shivered. “I don’t want it to…to not be good for you.”
“Oh, it’s good, very good,” Duo murmured, shifting into a better position to nuzzle Heero. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve only had one partner before. I haven’t done this too many times. I might fumble, you know?”
Heero shook his head in disbelief. Duo’s movements were sure, each brush awakening Heero’s body.
“Trust me?” Duo begged softly. “I’ll only go as fast as you want me to. Anytime you say stop, we’ll stop.”
“Duo…” Heero whispered. “I do, I just…please don’t expect it to be perfect.”
“Perfect?” Duo asked. “I wouldn’t know perfect, Heero…” He leaned a little closer, closing the distance between their lips. “I hadn’t found the perfect person…not until now.” He kissed Heero then, lips moving gently, tongue flicking out to lick at Heero’s lips, begging for an invitation.
Heero parted his lips, playing the passive part as he tried to identify what it felt like to kiss a man. Duo tasted him slowly, and Heero’s thoughts narrowed to identifying what it felt like to kiss Duo. He tried to mimic, Duo’s movements, tentatively letting his tongue twine with Duo’s. Duo’s moan startled him and he pulled back, but Duo’s hand slid behind his neck, pulling him forward again and claiming his lips once more.
The need for air forced them to break apart, panting a little, but Duo didn’t remain idle. He nuzzled Heero’s ear and nibbled on the lobe. Heero shifted, turning until he was facing Duo and could run his hand down Duo’s side and he slipped it hesitantly past the hem, touching Duo’s side.
Duo’s body jerked and Heero quickly withdrew, but Duo was still clutching him close.
“Sorry,” Duo said. “I’m ticklish.”
“How…?” Heero asked, unable to form the question with Duo’s distracting nibbling.
“Firmer touch,” Duo advised, and Heero tried again, using his hands to map out Duo’s body. Fingers moved higher until they found a nipple, index finger rubbing it experimentally. Duo moaned, leaning forward to capture Heero’s lips again.
The fumbling was inevitable due to the limited space on the couch, but Duo managed to climb on all fours above Heero, pulling his shirt up as he kissed the man. His hand undid first his own jeans and then Heero’s pants. Pulling back, he balanced on his knees and grasped Heero’s pants.
“Up,” he said hoarsely. Heero tilted his hips so that Duo could pull the pants down, leaving Heero in his briefs. Tugging down his own pants, Duo’s gaze lingered appreciatively over the tip of Heero’s cock just peeking out from the top of the briefs. Heero flushed, unused to the attention, and his body shifted awkwardly.
Knowing that there would be time to slowly explore Heero, Duo leaned down, sliding his hands under Heero’s arms to cup his shoulders. Finding the addictive lips again, Duo kissed Heero a little harder and lowered his hips, rubbing his erection against Heero’s through the barrier of their underwear.
Heero moaned into Duo’s mouth at the sensation; his hips automatically tried to push back against that delicious hardness. Duo set a slow rhythm to let Heero get used to the sensation, but all Heero wanted was more. His hands moved from Duo’s shoulders to his back, and lower to grip his ass, pulling Duo down.
“Good?” Duo gasped.
“Don’t stop,” Heero replied, throwing his head back. Duo leaned in to kiss his slender neck as he set a quicker pace for several thrusts. It took all of his control to pull back then, despite Heero’s grip. Heero growled a protest to the separation and Duo pulled down first his own, and then Heero’s underwear before leaning close again and letting their erections slide together.
If it felt good before, Heero didn’t know how to explain what this felt like. It was driving him crazy with want, making him feel things he’d never felt before. Touching himself, or even when he had wet dreams; those feelings paled in comparison to this, and they had yet to go all the way.
“Duo…” Heero groaned when Duo pulled back and rubbed his erection, smearing precum along the shaft and moving one leg between Heero’s before resuming the rubbing.
“God you’re sexy,” Duo moaned. Heero realized then, that with Duo’s leg between his, he could wrap that leg around Duo and gain some leverage. He immediately did that, and Duo’s hand automatically slipped down to his lower back to support him. Heero’s newfound position let them settle a little closer, and Heero couldn’t stop his eyes from slipping shut from the sensations.
Duo’s hands were occupied, holding himself and supporting Heero. “Heero,” he moaned. “Your hand.”
“Hand?” Heero grunted in question, unable to understand in the haze of lust.
“Wrap your hand around,” Duo gasped. “Around both of our…”
It took a moment for Heero to understand and Duo shifted back a little, moving his hand from under Heero’s shoulder to grip the back of the couch. Heero looked down then, seeing for the first time Duo’s erection moving against his own. The image was erotic, and he remembered Duo’s words. He wrapped his hand around the two cocks.
“Yes,” Duo hissed as Heero began to move his hand. He thrust a little harder against Heero, and Heero immediately moved his other hand from Duo’s back to the armrest, bracing himself from sliding up.
“Duo…I…!” Heero groaned as he felt his orgasm tear through him, so unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Spurts of white coated his chest, belly and hand, and he moaned as Duo’s erection rubbed against his own sensitive one.
The picture Heero made beneath him stole his breath away and Duo’s eyes closed as he followed Heero over the edge. “Heero!” He called out, his head ducking down as he pressed his hips down against Heero and came. “Ah! Heero…Heero…” he moaned, his semen mixing with Heero’s on that firm belly.
All they could hear was their own heavy breathing as they came down from their high, and when Duo opened his eyes, he saw Heero gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. He bent to drop kisses on Heero’s face.
“You are amazing,” he mumbled against kiss-swollen lips. “Hot damn…”
Heero would have shaken his head if he could. “No, you are,” he replied when Duo pulled away. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“We’re not done yet,” Duo said with a small smile. “Are we?”
“No,” Heero agreed. “But that was…I don’t have the brain power to come up with the right word. I’ll get back to you on that.”
Duo chuckled. “Any chance I can borrow your shower?”
“Yes, but preferably after me.” Most of the mess was, after all, on Heero’s body.
“This is where I get to teach you to conserve water, right?” Duo asked hopefully. “I’ll wash your hair.” Heero couldn’t say no to that temptation.
Half an hour later, Duo found himself in Heero’s bed with the owner spooned up behind him.
“You sure it’s okay for me to stay?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” Heero kissed Duo’s head and nuzzled it. “Your hair is so soft,” he said.
“I’m a hairdresser and stylist,” Duo said as if pointing out the obvious. “Of course I take care of my hair.”
“Well you can take care of mine, too, right?”
“I just did.”
“I meant from now on.”
“If you want, lazy,” Duo yawned. Heero shifted a little closer and sighed, revelling in the warm body he held. He wondered if he would wake up with Duo still in his arms, and wondered what it would feel like to share the bed the whole night with someone that touched something deep inside of him. Despite those thoughts occupying his mind, Heero fell asleep.
The sound of the phone ringing startled them both, and Heero had to extract himself from Duo, murmuring apologies as he reached for the phone. Duo sighed, his eyes still closed, but he was awake and listened to the conversation, wondering who was calling in the middle of the night.
“Hello? Yes, speaking.” Heero listened for a long moment before responding. “I’ll be there on the first flight I can get. Thank you.”
Those words woke Duo up and he sat up as Heero got out of bed and hung up.
“Heero?” he called softly. “Is something wrong?” He cringed when the lights suddenly came on.
“I think you need to go, Duo,” Heero said as he ducked into his bathroom.
“What?” Duo got out of bed, snagging his shirt and pulling it over his naked torso.
Heero brushed his teeth quickly and as soon as he was finished, he went right over to his nightstand where his cell phone sat, clicking through it.
“Heero?” Duo asked again, confused.
Heero looked up, irritated, and Duo gazed back, trying to hide his hurt at the cold expression. After a moment, Heero looked away.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s just, I just…I just got a call from a hospital in Ohio.” He looked up at Duo, who was listening attentively, standing in the middle of his room in just his shirt and boxers.
“My mother…just had a stroke.”
- TBC -
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