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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" Seven At the end of another adrenaline-fueled day, Duo can't wind down. Every nerve ending is still alight, he is hyper-aware of his body and his surroundings and how the two interact. He lies in his cot and feels the coversheets move on top of him with his every breath. The air is cool on his cheeks, especially in contrast to his heated skin. The legs of his boxers have ridden up and the folds are uncomfortable against the back of his thighs. When he moves to smooth out his clothing, the canvas of the cot feels coarse and scratches at him. He prefers to sleep on top of one of his blankets, to prevent the discomfort of lying directly on top of the canvas material, but the desert nights are deceptively cool and some nights he needs both blankets that he is allotted to keep himself warm. After adjusting his underwear, he lies still, with his arms straight down his sides. He drums his fingers against his outer thighs, mimicking the bass-line of a song he has been yearning to listen to, but didn't think to upload onto his MP3 before being deployed. He is not even sure he remembers it correctly and there is a rattle in the constant hum of the generator of the maintenance building that their barrack is directly behind that distracts him from the rhythm of the half-remembered song. Heero's breathing also has a different cadence to it. He is dreaming, Duo can tell. His breath picks up at times and sometimes he makes a small sound, like a half-hearted grunt. He's turned over in his bed three times in the past ten minutes. Usually he sleeps so soundlessly and completely still that Duo has actually gotten out of bed and checked for a pulse on a couple of nights. The sheets make more sounds as Heero moves underneath them again. Duo turns his head to look, but the light coming in through the cracks between the shutters is so dim that he can barely distinguish the outline of Heero's body in his bed and he can't even tell if the man is facing him or the wall, or if he's on his back or on his stomach. Duo had been on the phone with his girlfriend for fifteen minutes that night. He had meant to avoid speaking to her and calling his mom instead, but he would get into trouble if he did. If he ignored Hilde any longer, she'd get him wrapped up in a conversation that he didn't want to have over the phone. When they were done catching up, she adopted a teasing tone of voice and asked him if he missed her; if he missed kissing her, if he missed fucking her. It evolved into one-sided phone-sex – Duo couldn't exactly say much with his Staff Sergeant sitting right next to him, making a call to his sister. Hilde had gotten him all riled up, which was the last thing he needed after taking shots from a sniper earlier that day. His erection tents the sheets. The fabric of his boxers is pulled taut against the sensitive head and it's uncomfortable. He tries to will it away, summoning thoughts of his grandmother – may she rest in peace – and running through protocols in his head. The effect of his efforts is negligible. He knows he will instantly feel better if he can just wring an orgasm out of himself. The release will relax him and exhaust his body in the way it needs to be able to sleep right now. But if jerking off in Heero's presence was odd before, it is even more loaded after "The Incident That Must Never Be Spoken Of". They have both honored Heero's wishes and never mentioned what happened, let alone acted on it. However, unbeknownst to his BSF, Duo has been thinking about it more often than he knows he should. As he lies in his cot, hard and needy, with his girlfriend on the other side of the world, it are not Hilde's lips that he is thinking about. He is thinking about Heero. It has been weeks since that kiss, but the memory is so clear that Duo's lips tingle every time he thinks about it. He remembers the slight pressure of Heero's soft lips pressed against his, following his lead as Duo directed them through a brief, open-mouthed kiss. He remembers Heero breathing harshly through his nose; the hot breath sweeping across Duo's face. He remembers the dirty sounds of their slick hands pleasuring themselves, matching the other's pace. Duo doesn't know what it means. He is not even sure if it means anything. After eight months of deployment, everything is seen from a different perspective. The difference between home and base is never greater than it is heading towards the last third of tour. His girlfriend is so far away, that she doesn't even seem real to him anymore – she is no more real to him than the characters in the movies that they watch to kill the time, whenever they are not out killing people. Heero is real. And he's right there. Duo's lazy imagination runs with it. Unable to resist, he pulls the elastic band of his boxers down, trusting that Heero is still fast asleep. The man is making small sounds that fuel Duo's lust. He takes his erection into his hand and bites back a sound of his own. His other hand pushes his shirt up to his collarbone and caresses his torso. With a delicate touch he moves the foreskin up and down the head a couple of times before he brings up his hands and spits into his palm. He wiggles his fingers to make sure they are all wet and then he reached underneath the blanket again. A low groan vibrates in the back of his throat and he tenses up. Frozen, he listens and is relieved that Heero is still lost in his restless dream. The tight fist around his shaft feels better than anything he can imagine this far into his tour. He should just hurry up and get it over with as quickly as possible, but he can't risk leaving himself dissatisfied. What would be the point of the taking the risk if he did? With his left hand he cups his balls, massaging them. The index finger of his right hand rubs into the slit at the tip of his erection and he moans again. His mouth is open in short pants and he darts his tongue out as he pictures himself sitting next to Heero again and getting another chance to deepen that kiss. His lips felt so good, but he had wanted more. He had wanted to taste him. He still wants to. Even in his fantasy, Heero rejects him, tilting his head back so his lips are out of reach. "Nnn… Let me kiss you… Please, please, I wanna kiss you so bad," Duo breathes. Even his whisper sounds too loud, as do his heaving breaths and the rustling of the sheets in time with his strokes. Suddenly, he becomes aware of how quiet it is. The generator has shut off and Heero is no longer grunting and shifting. Duo swallows audibly and cocks his head to the side, but it's still too dark for him to see anything. He can't tell if Heero is awake or has slipped into a dreamless sleep. Whatever the case, it's too late for him to stop what he's doing and if Heero is awake and has any mercy, he'll pretend he never heard a thing. Duo waits a moment, counting his heartbeats and then continues. Now that it is so quiet in the barracks, every sound he makes seems deafening, but he can't stop himself from chasing his release; he needs it. He pulls the blanket off himself, so at least the fabric won't rustle the way it had. It's cold, but the cool air actually feels nice against his heated skin. In the darkness, he doesn't have to worry about his privacy, even if Heero is awake. Besides, nothing he hadn't seen before. He rushes himself towards an orgasm and succeeds in keeping breathless curses from spilling from his mouth. For a minute, all he hears is blood rushing in his ears, until Heero grunts again and Duo notices that it is different from before. Duo stops the movement of his hand, holding his erection tightly by the base. It twitches as he keeps himself on the edge. He hears sheets rustling in that tell-tale way, but he knows it's not him. Heero's breaths are quick and sharp and he lets out another sound: the softest moan. Duo groans in response, oddly excited by the idea that Heero waking up to catch his friend jerking off actually turned him on. Duo wishes he could watch the other, but it's too dark and he knows he will ruin the moment if he switches on the light. He joins in again, pumping his fist up and down, but making sure to stay his orgasm so he can enjoy the moment longer. He lets moans and groans tumble freely from his lips and it encourages Heero to no longer try to stay quiet either. The sounds the man makes drive Duo wild and he has a hard time not giving in to the urge to finish himself off. "Fuck…" Heero whines. He sounds close to his own climax, but also like he's holding back. "Ah… Ah!" "Ohh… yeah… I'm gonna- I'm gonna come," Duo pointlessly announces and as soon as the warning leaves his mouth he comes. He bucks his hips up, thrusting into the tunnel of his hand and he feels droplets of come land on his exposed torso. "Oh, God!" Heero cries out and then his breath hitches in his throat and he goes quiet, just like he did last time Duo witnessed his orgasm. A sloppy grin graces Duo's lips. He lets himself relax, riding out the wave of his orgasm and listens to Heero sucking in short breaths. After a moment, he sits up enough to take off his shirt and he uses it to clean himself off. He hears Heero moving around in bed as well and imagines he is also cleaning up. Duo throws his shirt onto the ground and soon after Heero throws something onto the ground as well. Neither of them say anything while they catch their breath. Duo's body feels weak and tired. His eyelids are heavy. He is completely sated and at ease, even though he probably should worry about what was happening between him and his Best Soldier Friend. He is too sleepy and too content to fret and all he can do is hope that the same applies to Heero. He falls asleep.
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