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"Taking Chances "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, sap, fluff Pairings: 2x2, 1x2 Summary: Duo and Heero work together and are the
best of friends; but Duo wants more than just friendship so he decides
to take a chance. " Taking Chances " Chapter 1 It was a good thing that Duo had the spare key to Heero’s flat, or he would be standing outside waiting for his best friend to get home.
Setting the groceries on the kitchen counter, Duo sighed as he began to pull things out and set them on the counter, ready to be prepared and cooked. Tonight’s dinner was spaghetti and meatballs, nothing complicated, and Duo was glad. Heero might have been doing overtime for paperwork, but Duo had just been running some of the new recruits through an obstacle course. He was a little tired and he definitely looked forward to kicking back and relaxing for the evening.
Heero’s flat was nice; simple and cozy. Of course, Duo had a hand in making it cozy, but that was beside the point.
He had to admit that part of why Heero’s place was so homey was because Duo had no problem imaging his friend around the apartment. Be it cooking, reading on the couch, looking out the window…Heero made the place seem like home.
His cell phone rang and he flipped it open. “Heero?”
“Duo! Sorry, I’m still late. I’ll be back in just under an hour.”
“No worries man, take your time. I’m making myself at home here.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
“Later.”
It was too early to start the cooking; it was just past six and they didn’t like to eat until seven thirty or maybe eight.
He was a little nervous tonight, Duo had to admit. He planned to tell Heero tonight that he was interested in him as more than just a friend.
He’d debated with himself for ages over whether he should tell Heero his feelings; his main concern had been that he could lose his friendship with Heero.
But Heero was an understanding man. And what if he was missing out by not telling Heero?
Maybe tonight if he had some alcohol, it would boost his confidence a bit, loosen his tongue. Regardless, Duo had decided that tonight would be the night he would take the chance.
His phone rang again and he picked it up. “Heero?”
“Hey, could you check something for me?”
“Sure.”
“I was going to stop by the dry cleaners for my suit. I don’t seem to have the receipt with me. It should be on my bedside table. Could you give me the number on the receipt so I can do the pick up without coming back for it?”
“Give me a sec,” Duo said, hurrying to Heero’s room. “Got it! The number on the top right?”
“Yes.”
“R1122211.”
“Thanks, Duo.”
“Not a problem. See you in a bit.”
Duo sat on the bed, still looking at the receipt as he hung up the phone. The number one was Heero’s code number; he was number two. Those numbers looked awfully cozy together.
With a sigh, Duo fell back onto the bed. From the receipt he could tell that Heero had dropped off his charcoal suit for washing; he must have worn it for the conference on Tuesday night.
It was the tailor-made suit that looked very good on Heero.
Lying on Heero’s bed, Duo realized, was a bad idea. He could smell Heero’s scent and he was automatically aroused.
Setting the receipt aside, with images of Heero in his suit filtering into his mind, Duo couldn’t help but settle more comfortably on the bed. Heero wouldn’t be home for almost another hour; he had time for a little quickie.
Had time to relax himself, right?
Was it really wrong of him to do something like this in his best friend and crush’s bedroom? On his bed?
The thought was even more arousing and Duo was touching himself through his jeans before he could register his own thoughts.
Turning his head, he buried his face against Heero’s pillow, sighing as Heero’s scent filtered through his senses.
He had a wicked thought then. Did Heero touch himself on this bed?
Duo moaned out loud and undid his jeans, reaching in to rub himself through his boxers for a moment before he pulled his cock from the between the flap of the boxers.
Spitting into his hands for a lack of a better lubricant, Duo began to stroke himself, thinking of Heero in the suit, of Heero stripping slowly, of Heero half naked with a towel around his waist like he looked heading into the shower.
Or coming out of the shower, still wet, and still with a damn towel wrapped around his waist.
Heero’s body was almost perfect in his eyes despite every scar from the war. It wasn’t difficult to believe that the parts of Heero he hadn’t seen would be just as perfect.
“Heero…” he moaned quietly. “Gods…”
His hips began to push up into his hand as he neared his climax. Pulling his shirt up, Duo touched his nipples and imagined Heero’s hands on him. The perfect hands, so adept in handling guns and all sorts of weapons. The hands that could bend steel in a heartbeat. Hands that could kill.
The hands that were so gentle, holding the small plant that the girl at the front desk had given him to place on his desk.
“More,” he whispered. “Heero…” His eyes closed; he could almost envision Heero leaning close over him, urging him over the edge.
Heero’s intense gaze on him, and calling his name.
Duo’s back arched as he came in spurts, coating his belly and his hand with his seed.
For a moment, he lay there, still breathing in the scent of Heero. With a sigh, he shifted and sat up, snagging tissues from Heero’s bedside table to clean himself quickly. Slipping into the washroom, he made sure his clothes were righted and that there was no trace of what he had just done.
Checking the bed for any evidence, Duo slipped from Heero’s room, heart pounding. He focused on making the tomato sauce.
The sauce was just about done when Heero returned, stepping into the apartment with apologies for being late. Duo smiled, waving off the apologies and sending Heero to wash up before joining him in the kitchen.
When Heero was back, Duo had worked up his nerve along with two glasses of red wine. Offering one to Heero, Duo took a deep breath.
“Heero, there’s something I want to tell you,” he said softly.
“What?” Heero asked, taking a sip of the wine and then taste-testing the sauce in the pan.
“I was wondering…” Duo watched as Heero licked the spoon he used to taste the sauce. “Wondering if you’d mind going on a date with me tomorrow night.”
Heero turned and stared at Duo for a moment. “Date?”
Duo nodded. “I was wondering if you’d be interested…in furthering our relationship.”
Heero’s head tilted. “Furthering…”
Duo nodded again.
Heero smiled. “I’d like that.”
Duo grinned. “So, dinner sound okay?”
“Let’s get this dinner out of the way first. I’m starved and your sauce tastes good, as always.”
“All right,” Duo agreed. “Why don’t you grab the plates and I’ll dish it up?”
“Duo?”
“Hm?” Duo looked at Heero, who was smirking and leaning against the counter. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat and he wondered if Heero had somehow found out what he’d been doing not twenty minutes ago.
“You didn’t cook the pasta yet,” Heero informed him after a moment of smirking.
“Pasta…shit!” Duo swore. “It’ll only take a minute, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry,” Heero said, watching as Duo hurried to boil the water for the spaghetti. “I rather enjoy the view of domesticated Duo, cooking at my stove.”
He didn’t turn or make a comment, but hearing those words, Duo smiled stupidly, happily, at the pot.
Maybe it was his day to be taking chances after all.
- TBC -
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