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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" Four The boys are watching "When Harry Met Sally", six of them crowding on the couch and a dozen more of them had brought in plastic chairs from the mess hall. Duo is playing Foosball with Follander in the back, getting competitive as they keep evening out the score. Duo and a couple of the guys are supposed to have internet privileges for the evening, but the connection failed and the techs are working to get everything back online. That is where Heero is, helping them figure out the problem and how to fix it. He studied Computer Engineering before dropping out a few months shy of graduation to enlist. "I scored a bottle of gin at the bazaar today," the Private informs him, probably just trying to distract him from his game with chatter. "Want some?" "A mediocre buzz isn't worth doing your scut work. It's not worth the hangover either." Duo grins up at him when he manages to score a point. "If the Staff every catches you with that stuff, he's gonna send you back to Delaram to shovel out the shit-holes." Literal shit-holes. "Nah, he'd miss me." "He'd be the only one." In the end Follander beats him at Foosball, which agitates the Lance Corporal a little. Rather than draping himself over the back of the couch to watch the end of the movie with the rest, he heads outside and goes to the "internet café", which is one of the few tents on the lot. A tent can be sealed better than the stone buildings, which protects the computers from the sand that is constantly blowing around. He pushes the flap to the side and steps in. Most of the computers are unoccupied but the two techs that are still there look up at him. "Hey, we just fixed the router problems," declares one. "It was your turn tonight, right? Have at it." He nods at one of the empty seats in front of the stand-by computers. He should call his girlfriend, but he really doesn't want to. He has mostly been avoiding contacting her this tour. She was the rebound-girl that never left and he had always been fine with that. He's hardly ever home anyway, so he doesn't mind. It's actually kind of convenient that she pays half the rent and keeps the apartment maintained, but that is a horrible reason to stay in a relationship. He was considering breaking up with her right when he got the call that the unit was being deployed again and it didn't feel like the right time, and he definitely can't end things over the phone either. He knows he has an uncomfortable conversation waiting for him as soon as he gets back home. "No, it's fine," he replies, "was just gonna surf the web a little, watch Victoria Secret shows on Youtube and shit. Now I'm ready for bed." He flashes a grin. They aren't allowed to use their time in the internet café to watch porn, so a little creativity and out-of-the-box thinking is required to gather some visuals to masturbate to later. "Did Yuy say where he was going?" "To bed, I think." "Alright. See ya guys." He steps out of the tent with a halfhearted wave. With his hands in the pockets of his camo trousers he walks to the barracks. As he passes the Rec Hall, he hears the guys laughing and walking by the Sergeants' offices it is apparent they are having a fun night too, playing poker. It had been a stressful day and everyone enjoys the opportunity to unwind. They had gotten shot at during patrol, navigating through the narrow dirt streets of a village. Once they had cornered their attackers on the rooftops from where they were sniping at them, they discovered they were dealing with young kids armed with AK-47's. Encountering child soldiers stopped being a shock to them a long time ago, but it doesn't leave Duo unaffected, having to pry an assault rifle out of the hands of a ten-year-old and thinking about how close he had come to shooting the kid in self-defense. Thankfully, there were no casualties or injuries on either side. Never a dull moment at Camp Sharana. He pushes the door to the barrack open and his greeting dies in his throat when the scene he has walked in on registers. Heero quickly pulls the sheets into his lap to cover himself and cusses at Duo for barging in. "Sorry," he offers sheepishly but his chuckle doesn't sound very apologetic. "Jesus Christ," Heero grunts and he presses the heel of his palm into his groin. "Can you give me a minute?" "Nope. Go right ahead and finish up though. I don't care," he says, mirroring what Heero had said to him a week earlier. He heads over to his bed. "Goddammit, Maxwell." Heero gets up from his cot, bundling the sheets in front of him and he is about to leave to go search for some privacy elsewhere but Duo steps back in front of the door to block his way. "You are not going to walk around the compound like that," he insists. "Then leave." "Look, Purple Heart, if getting walked in on doesn't cramp your style, you should be able to take care of business just fine with me here." He grabs his shoulders and steers him back to his cot where he sits him down. Heero looks up at him and tries a glare on him to frighten him into leaving, but the soldier is unaware of how hopelessly unintimidating he looks with that flush to his cheeks, not to mention his pouty lips. "In fact… I think I'm gonna join ya." Duo plops down right next to Heero and unceremoniously unzips his pants and fondles himself through his underwear. After the adrenaline-fueled day they have had, he has no trouble getting a hard-on. Being seated shoulder to shoulder with the other man doesn't affect him at all. Or maybe it does affect him, just not in a negative way. "I just watched Gisele strut her stuff," he lies. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Heero exclaims and he purposefully turns his head away when Duo pulls his erection out of his boxers. Duo spits into his hand and wraps his fist around himself, moaning as he does. His palm is course, but the spit makes his strokes smoother and he expertly twists his wrist and focuses his fingers on the sensitive tip. He is not looking at Heero, not wanting to scare off his newfound bravery and shamelessness and instead stares down at himself. He rubs his thumb into the slit, making it wet with precome. "Ahh… feels good," he breathes, hoping to encourage Heero to follow his lead, trusting that would make it less awkward. After a moment, he glances to the right and spots Heero's hand kneading the bulge in his lap through the dark green cloth that covers him. "You a shy boy, Purple Heart?" They have seen each other naked countless of times and hard as well; that's just something that happens when you hit the showers right after getting back from a dangerous mission and no one gives anyone any grief about that. There is no reason for either of them to self-conscious about their bodies. Heero responds to the challenge by pulling away the sheets, showing his unzipped trousers and the needy erection standing up straight in his lap. He envelops himself with his golden hand and that is when Duo tears his gaze away. Realizing that he wants to look, alerts him to the fact that he definitely shouldn't. He pointedly focuses on his own handiwork but when he catches the sound of Heero's first moan, his gaze drifts back to the other man's hand and then up to his face. Heero has his eyes squeezed shut – trying to pretend he's alone even though he must feel Duo's shoulder against his and the warmth that radiates from the other body. He has his head tilted back and his lips slightly parted. His pretty face and the way he thoughtlessly licks his lips looks damn good to Duo after seven months. With a surge of blood flow his cock hardens even more and he clamps his fist around it tightly to feel it throb. He lets out a groan and Heero moans right after that and then bites down on that full, bottom lip, like he regrets making a sound. None of it feels awkward or weird anymore, instead, Duo is more turned on that he has been in a long time. Having Heero right next to him adds to his rush. Even though he is watching him pump his cock, Heero isn't a man to Duo in the moment – let alone his friend and fellow soldier. He detaches himself from all of that, leaving Heero as just another person: a person of warm skin, soft lips and pleasant sounds. He studies him, enjoying the tension in his neck as he bares his throat, the focused frown to his brows and the way his bottom lip sometimes trembles when he's right on the edge but can't push himself over. The other must have felt him stare, because he cracks his eyes open and looks straight back at him. He expects Heero to say something to convince him to stop looking at him, but he doesn't. They hold eye contact and the only sounds in the small space are their heavy breathing and the wet sound of their hands moving over their sensitive skin. A thought pops up in Duo's head and rather than act on it, he just grins sloppily. "…What?" Heero breathes. He doesn't answer. He hesitates for a moment, but then he leans sideways and closes the limited distance between them. Their lips softly meet and it barely counts as a kiss. Duo inches back, only to gauge the other's reaction. The blue eyes are so clouded, he can't tell what Heero is thinking, or if he's even thinking anything at all as he is obviously closing in on his climax. He leans in again and this time he merges their mouths more deliberately and has his lips move against Heero's. It makes Duo lightheaded and tingly all over. He tentatively touches the tip of his tongue to Heero's parted lips, intending to deepen the kiss. Heero suddenly jerks his head away and Duo is worried he has done something wrong, until he follows Heero's gaze down into the man's lap and sees that he is coming, spilling on his white nightshirt and his hand that is pumping up and down the length. The mouth Duo has just kissed is open in a silent moan. Duo keeps his face close to Heero's, breathing in his scent, as he speeds up the pace of his own hand and wrings an orgasm out of himself. He lets out a deep, drawn-out moan close to Heero's ear. When he's spent, he tiredly rests his chin on Heero's shoulder and closes his eyes for a moment. He knows he is sporting a stupid smirk but he can't help it. He nearly topples over when the Corporal jumps up from the cot. With his back turned to Duo, Heero zips his pants back up and reaches inside to adjust himself. Duo can't even stand the thought of putting his clothes back on properly. His dick is way too sensitive in the aftermath of the release. He watches his friend as he takes off his soiled shirt and bundles it up in his hands. His movements look angry. "You okay, buddy?" "Fine." Without ever facing his bunk-mate he steps into his military boots and walks out with the laces untied, announcing he is going to clean up. Duo lets himself drop down in Heero's cot and takes a moment to catch his breath before he tucks himself back into his pants and follows Heero to the bath house with a towel draped around his neck. They are only allowed one shower per day, so he finds Heero standing at one of the sinks, still shirtless and with his pants and underwear pushed down to his thighs and he is washing himself with a wet washcloth. Normally, he would boldly take up a spot right next to the other, but they are the only ones there and with nineteen other, empty sinks available, it feels weird. So Duo picks a sink in the opposite row to clean himself. He keeps looking up in the mirror, watching Heero in the reflection, but Heero never looks up from his task, so he gives up on trying to make eye contact. He hears Heero finish up and doesn't think the man is going to approach him, but he does. Heero leans his hip against the sink next to Duo's and folds his arms in front of his bare chest. Duo meets his gaze while he continues to rub himself down with his washcloth and gives him an expectant look as he waits for him to speak. "We're never going to do that again," Heero asserts. "And we're never going to talk about it either." Duo doesn't understand why Heero is so serious in the aftermath. The way he sees it, they were just having some fun. Duo is secure in his masculinity and his sexuality and is unbothered by what has happened between them. It was just a friend helping out a friend. But, he recognizes that he has crossed a line with his friend and he doesn't want to make things worse by trying to convince the other to lighten up. "… Okay," he says simply. Heero gives a curt nod and then walks away.
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