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"The Princess With The Purple Heart"Written By: ExecutiveShrimp Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs
to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. Written for pleasure not
profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, angst, AU Pairings: 1x2, Summary: Don't ask, don't tell
"The Princess With The Purple Heart" Fifteen Of course Heero ends up incredibly sore and has to explain away his strained movements as a pulled muscle, to avoid scrutiny from the other guys. To let him mend, they don't have sex for a couple of days, although they come unwisely close to throwing caution to the wind, as they jerk off every night, needing the closeness between them more than ever. They don't want to let go of this new energy. When they have sex again, it's probably too soon, but this time Duo lies prone on his back and Heero sits on top of him, straddling him, so he can set the pace to whatever is comfortable for him. It's different from last time in another meaningful way as well: they can see each other. It's noon, so it's light outside and the bright beams of the sun pour in through every crack. Because the sun is still out, it's hotter too and they are both sweating profusely, but it feels better to just give in to the heat, rather than fight it. They are supposed to be sleeping in preparation for their night-op later, but they couldn't sleep. Duo confessed his fingers itched to touch Heero and Heero confessed the same. They didn't plan on having sex, but when Heero whispered in Duo's ear that he wanted it, as they lay naked in Duo's bed, holding their own arousals, there was no stopping it. There are beads of sweat on Heero's face. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open, but he tries to keep quiet since it's only their unit that's asleep right night now; the rest of the camp is buzzing with activity. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. He touches his nipples first, but it seems like that is too intense – he's purposefully avoiding his erection too, letting it bounce up and down with his movements – so he buries the fingers of one hand into his dark and damp hair and reaches the other back and clamps it around Duo's pale thigh. Duo has his hands on Heero's hips, his fingers flex as his body is overwhelmed with the intensity of the energy between them, causing him to squeeze the flesh and the hard hipbones, but he tries not to interfere with his rhythm. He moves to lay a splayed hand over Heero's abdomen, feeling the contraction in the tense muscles. He has a tightness in his own stomach too. They are both on the edge and he doesn't even remember how they got there so easily. "Ohh, yeah, baby…" He lets slip and his face goes red but Heero doesn't even react to the nickname. The Japanese-American has his head thrown back at this point and leaning back on the arm behind him; completely lost in pleasure. "You ride that cock, baby," he encourages boldly. Heero does react this time: he clenches his intimate muscles tighter around Duo and lets out the first very-not-quiet moan. Heero slows the pace and rolls his hips differently, every movement draws an increasingly more pitched gasp out of him. Duo imagines his partner has found a way to get the cock inside of him right on the mark to stimulate his prostate. "You like being in control?" Heero groans before he says: "I don't feel in control." He looks at Duo with dark, passionate eyes that have Duo biting down on his own lip. "I feel like I'm addicted to you," the Corporal breathes, "and I can't not give in." "Come here." Duo drags his hands higher up Heero's body and cups his face to pull him down for a kiss. The kiss is wet and sloppy and Duo realizes Heero is right, there is no control – neither of them is in control of this thing; it's in control of them… and he loves it. With his impending orgasm making itself known, he wraps a hand around Heero's arousal and tugs insistently. "Don't. I'm close," Heero grounds out against his mouth. "Me too, babe. Me too." He digs his heels into the cot and thrusts his hips up to meet Heero's movements. They keep kissing because preoccupying their mouths is the only way to keep quiet. But then Heero breaks the kiss and buries his nose into the pillow, next to Duo's head, to muffle an honest-to-God scream that sounds a lot like Duo's name. His come spills between them and when his channel gets impossibly tight, Duo follows him into bliss. He envelopes Heero in his arms and holds him tightly. When Duo comes down from his high, he chuckles lightly and his hands slip off Heero's back and fall limply to his sides. Heero gets up, always keeping his hand on something to steady himself. He finds his sleep shirt and uses it to clean them both up, since he hadn't had the forethought to bring a washcloth this time. Afterwards, he doesn't get in his own bed, he orders Duo to make room for him and even though the two grown men barely fit together on the narrow cot, he makes it happen, directing Duo's arm over his waist to hold him in place and tucking his head under Duo's chin. It's probably too hot for them to be cuddling, but Duo welcomes it anyway. He nuzzles his nose in Heero's chocolate brown hair, not caring that it's damp. He smells of sweat and sex – faint traces of coconut from the oil that, as it turns out, works wonderfully as lube. With a stupid grin that Heero can't see, he jests: "I'm going to get hard every time I smell coconuts from now on." Heero just lets out a hum and Duo can feel it vibrate in his chest. "I like this," he confesses seriously, adjusting his arms around the body that rests against him. "I like you," Heero responds reactively and Duo wonders if Heero misheard what Duo said, or vice versa, or if he meant to go out on a limb like that with such a confession, however offhanded he had made it sound. And then he is left to ponder what that even means, "I like you". Of course they like each other, they are BSF's and joined-at-the-hip, as Follander would say. However, they had never actually said those words, since it seemed silly and unnecessary to say, but now that Heero has said it, there is a deep meaning to it, Duo realizes. Before he figures out how to best respond, it is apparent that Heero has fallen asleep in his arms. They did agree that they would leave the worrying for after tour, so Duo pushes the mess of thoughts to the back of his head. He wants to enjoy the moment and the last few weeks of tour and what they might bring, because who knows what is going to happen after tour: back in the real world where they are different people, surrounded by different people, and living on opposites coasts for that matter. He closes his eyes and welcomes a dreamless sleep. It's been a long time since he had one of those nightmares in which he loses Heero but even with Heero sharing his bed with him, closer than ever, those nightmares are lurking.
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