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"Be With Me, With You "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, lemon Pairings: 1x1, 1x2 Summary: Heero has to attend a conference leaving
Duo behind and he's missing his lover. " Be With Me, With You " Chapter 1 Heero set the book down in his lap and stared out the window.
There wasn’t much to see except the lights of the city. It was beautiful, and he knew someone who would have enjoyed the view immensely.
Somehow, everything was dull without that someone with him.
He sighed. He was supposed to be focused on the conference. He was two hours drive away from his home and his lover and he was sorely tempted to simply commute, even if it meant he’d only be there for some three or four hours before he’d have to drive back in time for the early breakfast meeting.
It was midnight; Duo was probably curled in bed now. He’d called him briefly an hour ago but the call had been kept fairly short; he knew that staying on the phone too long made him want to go home.
Not to mention that Duo hadn’t made it any easier for him. He’d expressed his complaints about how cold the bed would be without Heero, how lonely dinner had been and how quiet the whole place was.
Heero sighed and decided to read a little longer and then to try to sleep.
A little later, he set the book aside, having read no more than two pages and unable to concentrate. He pulled the curtains shut, turned off the lights and crawled under the covers.
Within three minutes, he knew that sleep would not come easy. He could blame it on the foreign room, unfamiliar bed, the settings, but Heero knew it was because he wasn’t with Duo.
He couldn’t quite remember the last time he’d had to sleep alone.
Kicking restlessly at the covers, Heero tucked his hands under his head with a sigh. What was he going to do in the next few hours?
In the dark, he could imagine Duo straddling him, eyes watching him, hands touching him.
When the hell did his thoughts turn in that direction? Heero blinked in the dark but the image of Duo was still there.
Now, he remembered when Duo had asked him to lie back and leave his hands behind his head; had teased him about how much restraint he had.
The sense of longing grew within him. Duo had traced fingers over his muscles, examined him with a sort of intensity that left him breathless; it’d been unfair that Duo had been wearing a loose t-shirt, even if he could feel Duo’s desire pressed against his own.
Closing his eyes, Heero reached a hand down to touch himself, pushing his boxers down and kicking them off. He liked feeling Duo pressed intimately against him, hard for him; liked feeling Duo shift against him almost unconsciously. He could imagine the way Duo’s breath hitched when Heero shifted back.
His own hand touching himself paled drastically in comparison but Heero tried to imagine that he was with Duo. What did Duo like to do?
Duo would move down between his legs and traced his fingers up and down the bulge before exposing it to his view. He’d trace the head; Heero’s breath would leave him as he tried to thrust into Duo’s hand.
Just the thought of what Duo did to him drove him crazy. Heero grasped himself, fisting his cock and giving it a couple of jerks.
Duo would tell him to slow down; he did and reached lower to fondle his balls. Rubbing them, he moaned quietly. He could easily picture Duo’s expression behind his eyelids.
Moving his other hand down, he pinched his nipples until they hardened, and then moved his hand lower. Pushing the foreskin from the sensitive head of his cock, he used the index finger of his other hand to spread the precum over the head. Hissing at the sensation, he continued it, remembering the way Duo would torment him, knowing it was Heero’s weakness.
“Duo…” he murmured, finally stopping the pleasurable torture to wrap his hand around his cock. Duo liked to hear him talk. “More…” he said, tightening his fist.
A rhythm was easily set and his hips moved a little, thrusting up into his own fist. He gripped the blanket with his free hand, remembering the way that Duo would forbid him to reach out.
Duo liked to see Heero in the throes of pleasure, in losing control.
Duo liked to see what he was doing to Heero.
Duo wasn’t there now, Heero knew, but he could still pretend.
A click from the door made him pause, but the intruder had only taken two steps into the room before Heero resumed what he was doing.
He could recognize those steps.
He kept his eyes closed, biting his lower lip lightly as his hand worked, the other still gripping the blanket. A moment later, he felt eyes on him; the weight of the gaze alone pushed him towards his climax.
The bed dipped under the weight of a knee, and then a body.
A familiar hand gripped his wrist, stopping him. Heero relaxed his hand, and his wrist was released. A finger traced his cock from base to head. Two fingers, the index and thumb, pushed the foreskin down.
When Heero expected a finger to touch him there, he felt another hand cover his on the bed.
The lips brushing over the exposed tip of his cock had him arching up with a moan.
“Duo…” Heero whispered.
The tip of a tongue lapped at the slit, licking the precum and leaving Heero to shudder at the intensity of the light touch before the warm breath moved lower.
As the hand fisted his cock, lips kissed his balls; first one, and then the other.
The rhythm he’d set was picked up again and his hand was squeezed and then untangled from the blankets so that fingers could be entwined. Lips kissed his inner thigh before a warm, familiar body, still clothed, slid closer. His legs were lifted atop strong thighs so that pelvises could be pressed close together.
Heero could feel the heat of his lover; feel the slight bulge against his balls.
“Open your eyes.”
Heero opened his eyes, squeezing Duo’s fingers. With the bit of light filtering through the curtains, he could just make out Duo’s silhouette. He knew that Duo could see more of him than he could see of his lover.
Moments later, hearing his name quietly spoken, Heero climaxed, eyes closing halfway as he tried to keep looking up at Duo, to let Duo see his eyes. His hot seed coated his own belly and Duo’s hand. He shivered as Duo’s hand continued its motion, encouraging the orgasm.
Heero’s tense body relaxed as Duo released his cock, and then Duo was leaning down, his braid slipping over his shoulder.
“I love you,” Duo whispered. “I guess I’m a little late, but I can’t exactly say you were complaining.”
Heero shook his head with a breathless chuckle. “What are you doing here?”
“Finding you,” Duo said. “I missed you. You couldn’t come home, so I thought I’d come to you.” Duo pulled back and groped around before using Heero’s boxers to clean him up. Tossing the soiled garment aside, Duo returned to leaning over Heero. “It was a wonderful sight to walk in on.”
Heero reached up and traced Duo’s jaw. “I was thinking of you.”
“Mm,” Duo smiled and rocked his hips. “I was too. And still am.”
Heero slipped his hand behind Duo’s head to pull him in for a kiss. Tongues twined together and Duo pulled back.
“I’ll give you a little break,” he said, sitting back and undoing his fly. “Why don’t I give you something back for the show you just gave me?”
Heero smiled. “I don’t guarantee that I won’t intervene.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Duo said in a low voice.
Heero knew he wouldn’t get much sleep in the next while, but he wasn’t about to complain. Seeing the window behind Duo, he suddenly knew exactly what he would do with his lover.
A feral grin crossed his lips as he thought about just how he would enjoy the view of the city’s lights with Duo…
- TBC -
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