"Remote Assistance"

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.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: 1x2x1, 1x1, 2x2

Warnings: Masturbation, PWP

Notes: Happy Birthday, Deb! This one is for you!

Written: January 17, 2007

"Remote Assistance"

Duo tossed his keys into the little dish by the door before he jogged up the stairs to change out of his uniform. Heero was supposed to return from his mission in just four hours and Duo wanted nothing more than to have a good snuggle with his lover. First, however, he needed a shower and to cook up some dinner. He smiled at the thought; today was his birthday and Heero would make it back just in time to have dinner with him.

Absently, he switched on the monitor to his computer before he stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers. Then he sat down, smiling softly at the desktop display he had. The wallpaper was ever changing, but whenever Heero was away on a mission, it would always be a picture of Heero. This time was no exception and a picture of Heero dozing on their couch adorned the nineteen-inch monitor. Duo had taken that in the summer and hence, Heero was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers in the picture.

Duo swallowed as his eyes traced Heero's figure; long, tapered and muscular legs, a firm stomach, the broad and toned chest and those dusky nipples that Duo loved to kiss. Amethyst eyes traced up a slender neck that Duo could almost taste, up to smiling lips and a pair of cobalt blue eyes.

Duo blinked and looked again. Cobalt eyes stared back. Duo continued to stare, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that the picture had shown Heero asleep the past several days up until just a minute ago before he'd gone to study Heero's body.

"What the hell?" he muttered. He noticed Heero yawn and almost jumped.

When did desktop wallpapers learn to move like that?!

"Hello, Duo," he saw the man on the wallpaper mouth. "I've missed you."

Duo blinked again, then nodded. "I've missed you too, Heero." Dimly in the back of his head, Duo wondered why his body was so calm when his mind was racing.

Heero stretched on the couch, muscles moving clearly for Duo to see, before a hand rest on his stomach just above the waistband of the boxers. "All of me has missed all of you. I don't want to wait until I come back to show you that."

Duo swallowed as Heero's pinky finger, then ring finger slipped under the waistband as another hand traced and played with a nipple. He watched with growing interest as the two fingers reappeared so that the index finger could trace the bulge Duo knew was there; it was beginning to show. Up and down, slowly, the finger traced the growing bulge. Duo could feel his own hardening erection tent his boxers and he touched it, mimicking Heero's hand. He found himself leaning back against the chair, then pushing the chair back a bit so that he could stretch his legs out.

Then, Heero's hand traced up his body and the fingers were kissed before Heero spoke again. Duo focused his wandering mind to read Heero's lips. "I wish you were touching me, Duo. Kissing my body, marking me..." Duo's eyes darted between Heero's mouth and the hand that was lowering in a lazy trail down to tented boxers again. "And loving me."

"Damn right I'll be loving you," Duo breathed. He was no longer wondering why the Heero in his wallpaper could move.

"No more words," Heero said. "Let me show you what I want you to do to me."

Duo was damn willing to watch.

Heero traced his free hand through his hair and settled it under his head as if making himself more comfortable before he returned to playing with his nipples, twisting and pinching a little. Duo could imagine the taste of Heero as if it were his mouth and not Heero's hand playing with those hardened nubs. He watched as Heero arched a little into the touch before turning to offer the same treatment to the other nipple.

Duo's own hand traced his own hardened nipples, genuinely wishing that those were Heero's lips on him and not his own hands. Heero's hand slipped out from under his head to trace his neck, gently pinching and caressing to mimic nipping and licking. Duo found his own finger caressing the juncture between his shoulder and neck; Heero always paid a lot of gentle attention to that spot. Meanwhile, the other hand abandoned the nipple to slide down the firm stomach slowly, only to feather back up a little before moving downwards again. Duo could imagine himself kissing Heero's stomach, trailing kisses upwards and downwards to tease Heero when he knew his lover wanted to be touched a little lower.

Bronze legs spread a little and bent at the knees as if cradling a body between them. Heero's hand was resting on top of his boxer-covered bulge as he lowered the leg closer to the camera, planting his foot on the couch. Duo's breath hitched, his cock twitching when Heero used that leg as leverage to lift his hips up sensually as if rubbing against an imaginary body. Heero's cheeks were flushed, his eyes closed as he played with himself.

It was getting too hard to bear. Duo palmed his own erection for relief, wanting to finish watching the show. His own hips lifted a little as he tried to imagine Heero pressing against him. His own hand was poor in comparison to Heero's touch, but it would have to do for now.

Heero rubbed the hand up and down his trapped cock as his other one caressed his inner thigh gently. The hand traced down to play with his balls and perhaps to press against the hidden entrance; Duo couldn't see but he could damn well imagine. Heero's lips lifted lazily, again and again, as if humping someone. Even though there was clearly no one there, Duo could see that Heero was enjoying himself immensely. Touching his own hardness again, Duo could feel a wet spot on his boxers. He shifted to take his boxers off just as Heero did the same, tossing the garment aside carelessly. Settling himself again, Duo ignored his cock for the moment in favor of caressing his balls. Heero was doing the same with one hand, the other flicking open a bottle of lube that he'd dug up the from under the armrest at his head. Duo didn't want to go dig for lube and simply smeared his precum over his cock as he watched Heero coat his erection. The two hands began to work together, one rubbing gently at heavy testicles, the other pumping the shaft gently.

Duo had been deprived of Heero for two weeks and he knew his body was getting close to release. He slowed his own touch teasingly, and watched as Heero planted his feet on the couch, hand still cradling his balls as he stilled his other hand though it still fisted his cock. Then, Heero began to lift his hips with the leverage of his legs. Duo watched the sensual thrust of Heero's hips, as slow as it was and he let his hand match Heero's pace. He wasn't lying down so he couldn't mimic the action, but Heero did seem to thoroughly enjoy it. Then, the Japanese man dropped back onto the couch and continued to tug at his cock, one leg dropping down off of the couch. Duo could see Heero's balls now and he knew that they would feel heavy in his hand. Then, balls abandoned, Heero arched his hips a little upwards before teasing a finger into his entrance.

Duo watched as his own hand mimicked the action, only gently pressing at his own entrance. He didn't have lube, so he only teased himself with light touches and prodding. The hand at Heero's cock began to rub at the slit of the head and Heero's back arched wantonly at his own teasing. Duo mimicked the motion, moaning at the touch as he found himself desperately wishing for Heero to be back soon. He opened his eyes, knowing his own cheeks were as flushed as Heero's and he noticed the eyes looking back at him as if Heero were looking at him too. The hand fisting Heero's cock was speeding up and Duo mimicked that unconsciously before he shook his head and tried to release himself.

"I don't want to come without you, Heero," he said softly. "Please, come home soon."

After a few more tugs, Heero released himself and captured a drop of precum on his finger. He brought the drop to his mouth and licked it.

"Close your eyes, Duo, and count to ten. Imagine what I told you that I like to do best before you come."

Duo closed his eyes. Heero never failed to stare him in the eyes before he came; he could never explain why he did that, but he always did it. Duo could see Heero's flushed face and messy hair in his mind, dark and loving cobalt eyes staring into his own. Mentally, he counted to ten.

Just as he reached ten, a hand touched him as a familiar weight settled in his lap.

"Heero," he breathed, opening his eyes.

"Hi, love," Heero murmured, leaning down to kiss Duo warmly. Duo wrapped his hands around Heero's waist only to find the man naked and slick with sweat. His hand traced down and found a naked ass. Heero moaned as Duo kneaded the ass gently and he pressed forward, informing Duo of his equally naked and slicked cock by letting it touch with Duo's own hard shaft. Duo arched into the touch as Heero pressed down, breaking he kiss as he cried out at the touch he longed for. Heero's hands wrapped around his shoulders and neck as he leaned down to lick and kiss the juncture between Duo's neck and shoulder. His hips moved, pressing close against Duo before he suddenly pulled the both up and resettled them on the floor with Duo at the bottom. His hips continued to thrust, creating delicious friction between both of their cocks as Duo arched beneath him, unable to do more than cry out while clutching Heero to himself. He wrapped his legs around Heero's waist, trying to help out by pulling Heero down while arching himself up.

The scent of Heero, his touch, their slick bodies sliding together, the friction between them and the whispered words of Heero. Duo's world narrowed to focus on his lover as he neared the edge to completion.

"Come, love. Come for me, Duo," Heero whispered, lifting his head from Duo's body to watch his lover.

"Heero," Duo gasped, sliding a hand up into Heero's hair as Heero moaned. "Heero!"

Heero's body jerked and pressed forward hard as his balls drew up and he emptied himself. His eyes never left Duo's even though he was tempted to let them slide shut. Duo's body arched against Heero's as he too, found his completion, coating both of their stomachs and cocks with his own semen. For a few moments they remained clutching each other. Duo's body relaxed first and Heero's body followed, both of them spent and sated. The moment his mind unfazed enough for him to focus, Duo turned to look up at the wallpaper of his desktop. It showed the image of Heero, sleeping on the couch.

"Remote assistance," Heero said softly, rubbing his nose against Duo's skin. "Through that I turned on the webcam device and connected it to my laptop. Do you know how hard it was to stay completely silent downstairs?"

Duo chuckled, understanding what Heero had done. He kissed Heero's head. "You're back early."

"I arranged to be." Heero lifted his head so he could look at Duo. He shifted his hips again and Duo moaned, his body sensitive. "Happy Birthday, Duo."

"That my birthday present?" Duo asked, pulling Heero down for a quick kiss.

"Mm." Heero hummed his reply.

"I wonder how I can top that for your next birthday," Duo mused aloud. Then he grinned slyly. "You seemed to have enjoyed yourself a lot there, Heero." He brushed Heero's bangs lightly and looked his lover in the eyes. "How about I remind you how much better it is when you don't have to imagine me between your legs, hm?" He emphasized his words by wrapping his legs around Heero's waist again and pulling lightly.

Heero shivered and smiled. "I'd love that, Duo."

-owari-

 

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