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"Thousand words"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: AU, angst, fluff, Lemon, OOC Pairings: 2x1 Summary: Duo and Heero have to share a dorm room
in college and they become best friends. When they discover that neither
has time for, nor interest in a girlfriend, they explore a friends
with benefits relationship. But sex never remains uncomplicated. " Thousand words" Twelve I circled the crowd glaring daggers at every single individual but in their collective drunken stupor they were unimpressed by the death glare that I was taught by the best. They blinked, looked away and continued to dance – jump to the monotonous beat that overpowered the music, lolling their head from side to side, hands seeking purchase on the nearest shoulder from time to time to steady their balance as they moved, lacking all coordination and focus. Why won't they fucking leave? I seethed inwardly. A girl heavily bumped in to me. To keep herself from stumbling out of her eight inch heels she wrapped her arms around my neck, spilling stale beer down my back from her red cup. She smiled crookedly. "Happy New Year…" I grabbed her shoulders and propped her upright. "Why won't you all just fucking leave?" I asked her. She started laughing hysterically before being pulled back into the mass of moving bodies. "Duo! Duo!" I felt someone gently touch my elbow and turned around to face Trowa, with Quatre snugly tucked under his arm. "We're going to go home," The tall man announced, leaning slightly forward to shout in my ear. "Yes! Thank you!" I exclaimed. At their odd looks I brushed off my remark with a slur that included the words 'drunk' and 'tired'. Trowa smiled. It caught me off guard a little, I had never really seen him smile like that. It was easy to forget that for most people this was an exceptionally joyous night. I, myself, was only feeling frustration and stress. Then Quatre touched me to get my attention. I leaned down to hear what he had to say. "The third keg of beer is almost empty, it won't be long until they leave." I nodded. "Thanks." As I walked them to the front door, like the proper host my parents raised me to be, I made a mental note to tap beers and dump them into the sink until the keg was empty. Once the supply of beer would run dry, my guests would leave. "Thanks for coming," I shook both their hands, while taking in lungfuls of the delicious fresh air streaming in through the open doorway. "We had a good time," Said the short blonde. "Happy New Year!" He waved and was then guided by the strong arm around his body to Trowa's car parked just outside the front gate. "Happy New Year…" I mumbled, leaning against the doorframe with a sigh, watching them go. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed four times. "Jesus fucking Christ…" I hadn't seen Heero since the stroke of twelve. About two hours ago it dawned on me that he might be hiding from me. Rather than actively looking for him, I decided to give him some space. If he wanted to back out, I would understand, but I hoped that he wouldn't. I couldn't deny that I was alarmingly eager and excited. But at four o'clock in the morning I ran the risk that once I'd find him, he'd be passed out in a corner someplace. I spent a couple of minutes shuttling cups of beer back and forth between the keg and the sink until the last few drops, then I found myself a relatively quiet place – my dad's home office – and waited for the party machine to catch on that it was out of fuel. I stared nervously at the framed black and white photo of my grandfather on the mantelpiece; a statuesque man with a full, handlebar mustache. Focusing on his stern image was all I could do to keep myself from thinking of what might happen, once the guests would just – fucking – leave, and get a raging hard-on in the process. Maybe I should jerk off, I thought to myself, quickly looking someplace else as suddenly it felt like my long dead grandfather was looking back at me. In this high state of excitation I probably wouldn't last very long. I didn't want to embarrass myself, moreover, for all I knew it could be a one-time thing, I had to make the best of it. Hastily I unbuttoned my jeans while the party seemed unfazed beyond the solid oak door. My dick sprang to life at the slightest touch, like I had predicted, but as I fondled myself through the thin fabric of my briefs I experienced the uneasy feeling of being watched. My gaze shot back towards the bronze picture frame on display. Cornelius Maxwell scowled at me. I jerked my hands away. "Can't do it. Can't do it!" I shook my head and folded my arms across my chest, tucking my itching fingers underneath my armpits. My arousal tented my black underwear, unaffected even under the immortalized judgmental stare of my ancestor. "Fuck this." I got up and awkwardly shuffled to the fireplace with my pants around my knees, slamming the picture face down on the wooden surface before going back to my seat at the desk. With determination I slipped my right hand into my briefs and wrapped it around my erection, pulling it out and instantly starting to stroke it. Thoughts of Heero came to me involuntarily, but I welcomed them as always. The vivid images of him as well as the ghosts of sensation of his tongue against my cock, or his in my mouth aided the process of seeking relief to an embarrassing extent. Before long I had my head thrown back, my mouth open to pant and breathily whisper his name. I imagined it was his hand touching me, not much of a challenge, but then I stretched my imagination to indulge in the illusion of him sucking me off. I could practically feel his unruly bangs ticking my lower abdomen with each downward stroke. The thought of finally finding out what it would feel like to fuck him sent me over the edge swiftly. I took a number of deep breaths, continuing to hold my Dick as it softened in my limp grip. I looked down at myself and chuckled breathlessly. In my enthusiasm I had neglected to catch my come, resulting in milky white stains on the black shirt I wore underneath my open, grey dress shirt. I tucked my member back into my underwear but held off on buttoning up the tight jeans for a little while. I shook the button-up shirt off my shoulders and then stripped out of the filthy T-shirt. Just as the fabric landed on the floor the door was rudely pushed open and Obie practically fell into the study, barely able to grab hold of the doorpost to steady himself. "Dude!" My face went red with irrational shame, it wasn't like any indecent body parts were uncovered or anything. He blinked at me. All he could see was my naked upper body, my lower body was behind the massive desk. He probably assumed I was fully undressed. "You have a girl in here, bro?" I quirked an eyebrow. "No." He formed a twisted smirk. "A guy?" "No! Fuck you!" I worked my arms back into the grey shirt and started buttoning it up. "Relax. Relax. I just wanted to say that we're out of beer, but I know a guy who could get a new keg in here in like… twenty minutes." "No!" I jumped up from the seat. He stared at me quizzically. "No?" "No," I reiterated firmly. "You are leaving, right now. Everyone is leaving. Right now." I stormed past him and stomped into the living room. The crowd had dwindled but the dedicated party-goers were still reluctant to leave, either in a reduced state of consciousness, sprawled on the floor, or still halfheartedly 'dancing' to the music that was as deafening as it had been all night. I promptly switched off the stereo and the silence was almost disturbingly alien. "Everybody!" I barked, "Get the fuck out!" I helped people up from the floor and the couches and pulled a couple out of the kitchen pantry, both so inebriated that the girl asked me to close the clasp of her bra. "Out. Out. Out," I kept repeating as I ushered them to the door. "And please, don't drive. Walk or get a cab or something." "Yes, mother," Jested Obie, who was trailing me, very nearly tripping over his own feet as he stepped outside. Jen was waiting for him on the driveway, barefoot, her high heels in her hands. She looked sober and pissed off. I slapped his cheek and warned him: "Don't drive." "Don't worry Duo," Called Jen and she rattled the car-keys in her hand to make her point. I nodded my thanks and looked back at Obie, gripping his chin to make his rolling eyes focus on mine. I whispered to him: "If her face is any indication, your tiny little wife is going to murder you." Obie grinned dumbly in response and finally stepped outside; the last of the guests to leave. I heaved a great sigh and then closed the heavy front door, momentarily leaning my forehead against it. I embraced the silence. The ticking of the clock called my heart rate. "Finally." I jumped up. "Sweet mother Mary!" With a hand over my startled, racing heart, I slowly turned around and spotted Heero seated on the staircase, about halfway up, looking bored. "You scared the shit out of me." "Apparently." I leaned back against the door and tried to inconspicuously wipe my sweaty palms on my denim clad thighs. "You think they're all gone?" "I think so. There was no one left upstairs. Although, your bedroom door is locked, so someone might be in there." "I locked it." After I changed the sheets when I caught a couple coming out of my bedroom at about three o'clock. I produced the key from my pocket. My fingers grazed the small tube of lube that was tucked in there as well. I felt a pleasant tingle in my lower abdomen. He narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized me. "You're dressed differently." Boldly, I admitted: "I jerked off. Ruined my black shirt." He didn't say anything. His face was unreadable. It was unnerving. Did he still want it? Did he still want me? Inwardly, I groaned. I wanted him so badly my body ached allover, particularly inside my chest. It was a scary, novel feeling, but I enjoyed it, even though I didn't fully understand it. With a stone cold expression he asked: "Do you want to go upstairs?" I nodded, a little more desperately than I liked to come off. And when I replied "Yeah", the word came out croaked. He got up and walked up three or four steps before turning around and looking back at me. I still stood frozen by the front door. "Let's go then." I nodded and followed him upstairs and down the long, dark hallway to the very end; to my bedroom door. He waited in the narrow corridor by the door for me to unlock it. As I stood next to him my entire body felt nervous and it was a bit of a challenge to insert the key into the lock. Once we were in my spacious bedroom I locked the door behind me, just in case someone was passed out in a closet somewhere in the house and would come looking for the host upon waking. Just standing there I felt silly and awkward. I fumbled with my hands, not knowing what to do with them. "How is your arm?" He looked down at the bandages and shrugged. "It's fine." Silence settled between us once more. Finally I scraped my throat and asked sheepishly: "Are you nervous?" "It's just sex, Duo," He retorted dryly, although I could swear he wasn't as unaffected as he pretended to be. He locked his focused gaze on the queen sized bed and moved to sit on the edge. He seemed stiff and uncomfortable, yet determined to hide it. In the back of my head I heard the echoes of his moans from the last time I sucked him off, when I had two of my fingers up his ass. I longed to draw those sounds from him again, as well as even more powerful, more guttural sounds. But I had to ask: "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I risked swaying him at the last moment, but I had to make sure. "I'm the one who suggested it," He reminded me. "Heero-" "I want it, okay!" He exclaimed, then he looked away, embarrassed. "Jesus, don't make me spell it out." He really wanted it. My cock was steadily swelling. I was grateful for the long, dark shadows, cast by the only source of light; the bright moon beyond the tall windows. I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, making sure we were close enough for our shoulders and legs to be touching. I leaned in, heavily breathing against his ear, breathing in his intoxicating scent, then I started kissing his ear, then his jaw, moving towards his mouth. Heero gently pulled away. "The no-kissing-rule still applies," He whispered. I groaned and buried my head in the crook of his neck as I swiftly dealt with the disappointment. Accepting his terms, I strongly pushed him back onto the mattress and maneuvered my body to kneel on the carpet between his legs. With my eager hands I pushed up his shirt and drew feather light patterns on his abdomen while I nuzzled the growing bulge between his legs, drawing the first, reluctant moan from his lips. Wasting no time I undid his jeans and yanked them all the way down to his ankles, where they caught on his sneakers, pulling his underwear down with it. His arousal curved back against his stomach. I licked up the entire length, from the balls to the tip and then briefly dipped my tongue into his belly button, chuckling when I felt him tense. I paid tender attention to his erection for as long as I could stand to leave it at that, then I crawled on top of him, straddling his torso and started to pop the buttons of his shirt. "Wait," His hands stopped me. I swallowed loudly, my Dick was painfully swollen in the confines of my jeans, I didn't want him to make me stop. "I think we should just undress ourselves." Too worried about scaring him off, I didn't argue his logic. I climbed off him and stood by the bed, stripping myself of my clothes. All the while my gaze was distracted by the tempting sight of Heero ridding himself of his clothing unceremoniously, his exposed skin glowing in the moonlight, void of its normally sun-kissed hue but still utterly perfect, with the dusty shadows of rippling muscles and heaving ribcage underneath. I dug the lube out of my pocket and threw it onto the bed before pushing my pants down and stepping out of them. Once Heero was fully undressed he moved further up the bed so his legs weren't dangling over the edge anymore. He ran his hands through his hair and seemed to wait for me to take the lead, as he always did. I stared at him for a while, taken by the incredible sight of him. I tried not to think too much about the implications of that night, but I could not deny that I had never felt so absolutely giddy at the prospect of sex. Steeling my nerves, I climbed onto the bed and took my time figuring out how I wanted to proceed. I wanted to make the most of the opportunity. I decided to lay down on my side next to him, but with my feet in the opposite direction to his. "What are you doing?" He wondered. "Oh come on," I grinned at him. "This is one of the classic positions; sixty-nine." I grabbed his hip and rolled him onto his side, so he was facing me. His erection was right in front of me. I took the very tip of it into my mouth to suckle on it lightly. I moaned when I felt him wrap his hand around the base of my cock and I could feel his hot breath spread over my groin. I released him and watched, hoping he would place that hot mouth on my skin, but he seemed to change his mind at the last second and looked down at me with uncertainty evident in his eyes. "Do it," I urged needily. "I won't do it if you won't." I flashed a grin. He considered the terms shortly before promptly taking the head of my arousal into his mouth and working his lips down to his hand that was still firmly and hotly wrapped around the base. "Oh, yeah…" I groaned and then eagerly returned the favor. It was difficult to focus on the task with his mouth vibrating around me as he moaned. It was more intimate than we had ever been and albeit satisfying I knew I wanted more. I wanted all of it. But I recognized that even if we would end up having sex, it might still not be all that I desired, because I was still not allowed to kiss him on his lips, in spite of how badly I wanted to. That gnawing knowledge left the overall experience void of something, but I couldn't quite name what it was, or why it was important to me. Heero had managed to move past his shyness and hesitation, servicing me so deliciously I didn't have the coherency of mind to do much more than keep my lips wrapped around the head of Dick so he could enjoy the vibrations of my mouth while I moaned continuously. Eventually I gave up and indulged on the sight of him going down on me while I simply pumped my hand up and down his hard length. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to just enjoy giving me head. I trailed my hand up his arm, resting on his side, kneaded his shoulder and then dug my fingers into his messy yet silky hair at the base of his neck. With flushed cheeks I asked him huskily: "Do you like having my Dick inside your mouth?" I stroked my hand across his chest, down his body and encircled his member again for a few heavy-handed pumps. He moaned in response. In response to my question, or in response to the physical attention, I didn't know, but I boldly drew my own conclusions. "Do you want my Dick inside your ass?" I felt his cock firm even more so in my grip. Taking it as a 'yes', I grinned. "Let's do this." He let go of my erection with an audible pop and sat up, following my lead. I stretched my body to reach for the tube of lube that had fallen between the fluffy pillows at the head of the bed. I didn't even notice how nervous I was until I saw the tiny tube was shaking in my unsteady hands and the plastic was slipping in my sweaty palms. I let out a breathless chuckle. I looked at Heero but only felt more nervous at the sight of his absolutely indifferent expression. I reminded myself that he wanted it, as much as I did. He might not have felt comfortable showing his desire on his features but his body betrayed his lust. I pushed him down onto the mattress, on his back, at the foot of the bed where he had still been sitting, waiting for directions and I crawled over him. I felt him tense when my body heavily rested against his and I could see something in his eyes now that our faces were so close. He made a disproving sound and pushed me back up, away from him. With a thoughtful expression he turned around and settled on his hands and knees. He tilted his head away, purposefully avoiding eye-contact. The sight of him on all fours was undeniably tempting – my cock practically jumped up in my lap – but emotionally I didn't like how he continued to actively make this interaction as impersonal and clinical as possible. It wasn't what I wanted. It was bad enough that I wasn't allowed to kiss him, the realization that he didn't even want me to look at his face – and vice versa – hurt awfully somewhere in the depths of my chest. It wasn't how I wanted it, but it was the only way I was going to get it and in my current physical state 'getting it' was ultimately the most important thing. I maneuvered myself up on my knees behind him. My gaze lustily drifted along the smooth expanse of his back, glowing in the moonlight that cast a dark shadow highlighting the curve of his hollow spine. Experimentally I grabbed his narrow hips, feeling the bone underneath the soft skin and tense muscles. I leaned forward and licked the small of his back and then kissed my way up. In doing so my arousal bumped into him and we both shuddered. I plastered my chest against his back, unabashedly needy, and rocked into him, my Dick pressed into the cleft of his behind, rubbing against him. He let his head hang low, his breathing was sharp and uneven, like he was trying to hang onto his control which would ultimately get away from him. "Hn. Just do it already!" "Right." I straightened up and took the lube into my hand again. Being inexperienced in anal sex since I had never had the kind of relationship with a girl that would permit it, I was unsure about how to proceed. I wanted to rock his world, to ensure he would want to do again someday, but I recognized I might fail miserably. Remembering it would be wise to stretch him before the first time, I slickened the fingers of my right hand and indelicately pushed a digit inside of him. "Oh! Fuck!" "It doesn't hurt, right?" "No," He ground out. "But it's still fucking weird." He sucked in a lungful of air when I slid a second finger inside. I worked my fingers in and out of him slowly while my other hand reached around him and gently tugged on his erection to make sure it didn't go down in the process. Between his harsh breaths Heero seemed to be biting back his moans. Finally, he exclaimed: "Just go ahead and fuck me! I can't stand this any longer." I didn't know if he couldn't stand it any longer because it was too weird or because it was too pleasurable, but I wasn't about to pause and ask for clarification, given his request. I pulled out my fingers, wiping them on my thigh and then squeezed most of the contents of the tube onto my stiffy, quickly rubbing it in, not stimulating myself too much as I did. With both hands I strongly gripped his hips again. Heero spread his knees a little further apart, steadying himself in preparation. Blood rushed through my ears, deafening like the roaring sound of stormy waves crashing onto the shore. There was that moment of disbelief; was this really happening? The goosebumps on my skin confirmed the reality of the situation. I felt almost sick with need and desire. Possessively I thought: I want to be the only man to ever leave his mark inside of Heero. As determined to follow through as I was desperate for it, I scooted forward a little and pressed the tip of my arousal against his opening, biting my lower lip in anticipation as I did. "Wait, wait, wait," Interrupted Heero, looking over his shoulder. I groaned. "Oh God, don't tell me you've changed your mind?" My Dick was throbbing. "No, I- … You haven't been fucking around since we got tested, right?" "Of course not. That was the deal." "Okay, I just had to make sure." "Have-… have you?" He glared at me and then faced forward again. "Right. Good." I was relieved, more so because I believed I would have been jealous if he had been with a girl since we started all of this, even though I damn well knew I had no real claim on him despite our rule to be exclusive. Now that we had established there was really no need for condoms since we hadn't had intercourse with anybody since our tests had come back clean, I positioned myself again. I aimed at his opening and tried to gently push inside, but it wasn't happening. Obviously my Dick was much bigger than the vibrator he had used before. I worried I should have stretched him more, regardless of what he had ordered me to do. "Fuck… You should relax. It's too tight." "Relax?" He snorted. "That's easier said than done." "Just try, okay." One hand I removed from his hips to hold and guide my penis. I pushed my hips forward more powerfully, the pressure built until finally the head was accepted inside. Heero moaned loudly. "Oh my God…" I breathed deeply through my nose, stopping myself from harshly thrusting all the way inside of him and just brutally start fucking him, which was what my body craved at that point. I made sure I entered him as slowly and as carefully as I could. All the while my gaze was engrossed by the sight of my length disappearing inside of him, his body stretching around the thickness. It was amazing. My lover – I could technically call him that from that point on – took hold of the sheets in white-knuckled fists. When I was fully seated inside of him I paused to give him a moment, while I counted in my head: One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi… I noticed Heero's uneven breathing, for long periods of time he was even holding his breath, like even the slight movement of his body caused by the heaving chest was too much. I stroked my hands up and down his sides, trying to soothe him. "Shhh, it's okay. Just breathe." He released the breath he had been holding and inhaled deeply. "Are you okay?" I wondered with genuine concern. "I'm fine…" He whispered. I chuckled dumbly. "God, you feel so amazing." I planted my hands on his hips again, but didn't start moving yet, enjoying the sensation of the tightness and the heat. "Hn." "Does it hurt?" Heero snorted. "Of course it hurts, you ass-hat!" In spite of the situation I laughed. When the laughter died down I leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his sweaty back. The slight shift drew moans from both our mouths. "It'll feel good soon, I promise." I had no personal experience to back up my claim, but receiving anal sex had to pleasurable, why else would people engage in it? "Are you ready?" "Yeah." I slowly pulled back to thrust back inside at an equally languid pace. He drew in a shaky breath. I gradually increased the rhythm but kept my thrusts long, controlled and careful. As I did I could feel him relaxing, it became easier to move, but the friction was still absolutely amazing. With my thumbs I pulled his cheeks apart and shamelessly watched. I licked my smirking lips when Heero started to get vocal; moaning and gasping. I felt like a fucking sex-God, being able to do that him with my Dick "Ah! Ah! Please!" "Please what?" "Nnn. Fuck me harder," He breathed. I immediately translated his request into action. Holding his hips steady I started pounding into him the way I had wanted to from the get-go. He was moaning freely at that point, apparently he couldn't help himself. I reached out one hand and twisted the fingers into the dark, damp hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling up his head and tilting it to one side so I could see his face as best I could. The one cheek I could see was flushed red. His eye was dark with passion and heavily hooded. His mouth was open to pant and to moan. His pink lips were wet and glistened. I licked my lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss him. He shook his head free and lowered his upper body onto the mattress, resting his forehead on the sheets, hiding his face from my line of sight. I was too preoccupied with the tempting sight of the new position of his body – his shoulders low and his ass high as I thrust into it – to fret about wanting to see his expressions, or wanting to kiss him. Everything felt right. I had never felt like that before. With my girlfriends there had always been something missing. I didn't care for them the way I cared for Heero. I didn't think that it would, but the personal connection I shared with Heero added to pleasure. Not even the fact that I wasn't allowed to kiss him dulled the experience. My eyes trailed up from his buttocks, along his muscled back and up his long neck. On either side of his head his fists gripped handfuls of sheet tightly enough to tear them. I wanted to tell him how hot he looked, but decided against it. I wasn't sure if he would take the comment well. I just continued to fuck him hard, per his request and he rocked back against me with similar fervor. The pitch of his incessant moans changed. I could feel him getting tighter around me again. I wondered if something was wrong, if it had started to hurt again, when suddenly he let out a carnal cry that seemed to surprise him as much as it did me. His muscles clamped down on me so tightly I could barely move. His body trembled. His shallow breaths were shaky. I was frozen behind him. My concerns ebbed away as realization dawned on me. "Did you just-" "Shut up!" He ordered with a shrill, shocked voice. "But we didn't even touch-" "Shut up!" His voice wavered, like he was emotional; upset. "Don't be embarrassed," I tried to ease his mind. I leaned forward and kissed his shoulders and neck, breathing in the sweaty smell coming from his damp hair. "It's fucking hot." "Let's just please get this over with," He ground out. His suddenly disinterested, stone-cold demeanor normally would have turned me off, but he was so tight, especially after his orgasm and the thought that he came from just me fucking him, without either of us paying any attention to his erection, was too powerful. Even if I was hurt, even if I wished I could stop on principle, I couldn't. I straightened back up, pulling him up on all fours again and picked up the pace again. Heero whimpered and moaned quietly, oversensitized in the aftermath of his climax. It didn't take me long to reach my own completion, I could feel it building steadily in my lower abdomen until it erupted and I let out a strangled moan, holding his hips so tightly the pads of my fingers left white marks, which would perhaps turn into bruises after a while. It was the most overwhelming orgasm I had ever reached. My entire body shook from the force of it. A self-satisfied smirk appeared on my lips. I made a few more shallow thrusts, the passage was even more slick now, with my semen inside it. "Ohhh… fuck… Happy New Year." I chuckled deeply. I'm so gay, I thought to myself, undisturbed by the revelation. I'm so fucking gay. I couldn't be considered bisexual, despite my past –enjoyable – relationships with women, not after that. The sexual experience with Heero – a guy – was far superior to anything I had ever enjoyed with my female lovers. All past experiences paled in comparison. While they had left me content, they hadn't left me fully sated and positively giddy like I felt in that moment. In all honesty, it was a relief, it explained why I had never fallen in love with any of my girlfriends, I had been fooling myself as much as I had been fooling them. The situation wasn't as hopeless as I had feared, I still had a chance at finding the love I had always been looking for. I had, stupidly, been looking in the wrong place. "Please get out," Breathed Heero. He sounded exhausted. "Hmmm, just a little longer?" "Please…" I sighed. Slowly and carefully I pulled out of him. With my legs feeling about as sturdy as jello I collapsed onto the bed, still panting from the exertion. Heero slowly got up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his back turned towards me. I watched him run both hands through his hair. I looked to the side and noticed two stains on the sheets. One was his semen, the other was higher up, a dark stain. It looked like tears soaked into the sheets. My heart constricted. I propped myself up on my elbow and softly asked: "Are you okay?" He took a deep breath. "I'm fine." I saw him wipe a hand across his face. "Did I hurt you?" "No. I'll probably just end up a little sore." I hadn't only been referring to physical hurt. I sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed to sit next to him. As soon as he felt the mattress shift under my moving weight he got up and started to walk away from the bed. He bent forward, with the slightest groan, to pick his clothes up from the floor. In the light I could see a glistening trail running down the inside of his thigh, but I was too distressed to feel any sense of satisfaction that I normally would have. He bundled up his clothes and held them against his body. Without turning back to face me he asked permission to use my bathroom. "Sure." He walked away and locked the bathroom door behind him. I waited until I heard water running before I heaved a sigh and dropped back onto the bed. "Shit." Obviously Heero wasn't as ecstatic in the aftermath of our 'exchange' as I was. He probably had a lot of insecurities to deal with being the receptive partner. I may have had an epiphany regarding my sexual identity but it didn't seem like he had and I could understand why he would feel weird. Although I did secretly question if maybe Heero was fighting the same thing I had come to accept; welcome even. But I couldn't and shouldn't draw those conclusion for him. At that point I was too biased to be reliable anyway. Going into this neither one of us, especially not me, had suspected this could affect our sexuality, we were both equally convinced we were straight after all. Just because I had come to believe differently about myself, didn't mean he was experiencing the same change. I put on a clean pair of underwear and a pair of sweatpants and then ripped the top sheets off the bed, bundling them up and tossing them in a corner. I had placed an extra layer of sheets on the bed anyway, since I had expected this outcome. I moved to close the curtains so we could still catch some sleep. By the windows, holding the drapes in both hands, I noticed the sun was starting the rise, the faintest hue of orange and pink tinted the sky at the horizon. I pulled them shut and groped my way back in the darkness to the bed where I flicked on the light on the nightstand. The room filled with warm, orange tones and long shadows that distorted everything. Figuring Heero would likely be more comfortable with me being fully dressed I retrieved a shirt from the dresser and put it on just in time. Heero emerged from the bathroom, wearing his clothes from the day before; his jeans and button-up shirt. He was also wearing his sneakers, to my dismay. I tried to make light of the situation. "You're not wearing those sneakers to bed." Heero scowled at me. "I'm not going to go to bed with you. I should just go back to the dorm." He walked towards the door – he walked a little funny, I would smirk at the memory later, but not yet. "Heero, please just stay here." "I really don't think I should stay." I argued: "And I really don't think you should leave, not while we're in this weird place. Obviously you're uncomfortable… I think we should talk things out, not leave it like this." "I don't want to talk, Duo. I want to sleep." "Fine, then sleep. But sleep here, so we can talk first thing in the morning." Remembering that technically it already was morning I waved my hand dismissively. "Or afternoon, or whatever." "Alright, I'll stay. But I'm sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms." "Why? We always sleep in the same room." "Yeah, but not in the same bed! Not next to each other at least. And not after you just-!" I realized that if I pushed the issue I was only going to push him away; the exact opposite of what I was trying to achieve. I unlocked the door for him and pointed him to the guest bedroom at the other end of the hallway and informed him there would be clean sheets in the closet. He thanked me mildly and then walked away. I went back to the bed and sank down onto it. I could only hope that he wouldn't completely freak himself out. I never wanted to make him feel insecure or uncomfortable. It was a risk we were taking with this 'arrangement', but I always expected we would be fine, as friends, no matter what happened. I hoped that, given some privacy, he would come to the same conclusion as I had; that it had been an amazing night and that it didn't have to affect our friendship. He had said it himself: it was just sex. At some point I fell asleep, the exhaustion of being up all day and night got the better of me. When I woke it was due to muffled sounds coming from downstairs. I sat up and stretched my arms and back, moaning as a number of joints popped. A glance at the alarm clock informed me that it was well past noon. Barefoot I walked downstairs and searched for the source of the sounds. I found Heero in the living room, rearranging the furniture that had been displaced for the sake of creating a dance floor. Stuffed trash bags lined the wall of the foyer. It appeared he had been making an effort to tidy the place up for a while. He finally spotted me in the archway and froze momentarily. "Hey." "Hey. Good morning." He pushed the couch back into position. "You should have come get me. You don't have to this by yourself. You don't have to do this at all." I assisted him with repositioning the second couch. "It's fine, I couldn't really sleep." He chuckled, "And honestly, I was afraid a maid might come over or something. I'd feel horrible if someone else had to clean up this mess." I smiled. He seemed to be in a good mood. "How are you feeling?" He shrugged. "So you're not freaked out about what happened? Because you seemed a little freaked out." "I wasn't freaked out," He argued. "I just wanted to sleep by myself. I think it's important that we keep some kind of distance, we don't want this to resemble a relationship, that would just be weird." Oh, that would be weird, I thought sarcastically, but not kissing and not even looking at each other during sex is perfectly acceptable. I neglected to remind him that he seemed really upset right after it had happened. I trusted that he had managed to work out his conflicted emotions. If he said he was okay with it, I had to believe it. More importantly: I wanted to believe it, because I didn't want our first time to also be the last time. "Are you freaked out?" "No." I considered sharing my epiphany with him regarding my sexual orientation, but immediately decided against it. The arrangement depended on a precarious balance, telling Heero he had made me realize my attraction to men would only upset things; it would upset him, because it would cross the boundaries he had been establishing from the start. It was strange not telling him, as my best friend I usually told him everything, even when it was not appropriate. So I could no longer deny that our sexual activities was affecting our friendship, I just hoped my reluctance to come out to him was the extent of it. "Help me with the coffee table?" I shook my head to clear my mind and came to his aid, lifting up the massive oak table and placing it in the center of the Persian carpet. "Do you want breakfast? Or lunch, technically?" He nodded. "Sure." As I prepared our meals in the kitchen Heero moved around me clearing away plastic cups. We ate in silence until I decided to take a chance. Feeling bold, I inquired: "What did it feel like?" He eyed me warily. He knew damn well what I was referring to but still he asked: "What?" "Getting fucked." I said it for shock value, because I loved the pink hue that formed on his cheekbones. "Why do you want to know? Considering a switch?" He shot back after regaining his composure. "Nope. Considering a repeat though." He looked away. "Would you want to do it again?" He busied himself finishing his sandwich, being frustratingly evasive. Eventually he answered blandly: "I liked it." I smirked. It was all I was going to get out of him, but it was enough. "I liked it too." "Oh really?" He deadpanned. "You were so tight," I purred. Thinking I was playing with him, putting on a show, rather than practically melting in my seat at the thought, he laughed. "Is that a complaint?" "Figure it out, genius-boy." I moved in closer and placed my hand on my thigh. The bemused expression dropped from his face. "What are you doing?" "I think we should finish that sixty-nine position,"
I insisted. You'd think I'd be plenty satisfied given the night I
had had, but instead the memories just made me all the more horny
and insatiable. I groaned and got up from the seat, the moment was gone. I reached down and adjusted my half-hard member in my underwear to make myself more comfortable and then started to clear the table as Heero dug his cellphone out of the back pocket of his jeans. The only person who ever called him was his mother, so he could talk to his grandmother, those conversations were never short, in spite of the fact that on most days his grandmother didn't even realize who she was talking to, stricken by her Alzheimer's. "Moshi moshi," He answered in his usual, monotonous fashion. "Oh, dad… it's you." He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling in displeasure. "Why are you calling me?..." He fell silent as he listened to his father, who spoke so loudly even I could hear him, albeit muffled. "I would like you to come join me for dinner tonight, to celebrate the New Year." Heero made a face, I chuckled. "It's not a Sunday," He pointed out. He had dinner with his dad every Sunday night and that was more than enough for him. "That's no valid reason not to accept my invitation." He balled his fist. "I can't dad, I'm at Duo's parents' place. We had a New Year's party and we really need to clean up the mess." "How long can that possibly take? Besides, you have to eat anyway. You both do. You and Duo should both come over for dinner. I insist." "No, dad-" I leaned in close and called: "I'd love to, mister Lowe!" "That's the spirit! Excellent! I'll be expecting you at six, we'll have a drink before dinner. Goodbye, son. Duo." He promptly hung up so his son couldn't back out. "What the Hell did you do that for?" Heero glared at me. "He was going to make you come anyway, now I can come as your reinforcement. Besides, I'd like to meet him. Then we can finally settle the bet on whose dad is worse." He scowled. "There is no bet. And I wouldn't advise you to make that bet. Abandonment and coercion clearly trumps blatant disappointment. "Please! I'm holding way better cards than just blatant disappointment!" "No bet. I wouldn't make my best friend suffer the humiliation of losing." "Aww," I wrapped my arm around his neck in a tight grip and ruffled his hair. "You ruv me, don't you?" I oomphed when Heero jabbed his elbow into my stomach and stepped back. He cast a mischievous glance over his shoulder. "Ruv hurts," I deadpanned, rubbing my abused abdomen. "Let's clean up this pigsty before your parents come home unexpectedly and your dad makes a compelling argument why he should be considered worse than mine." He filled the sink with hot water and soap and soaked a cloth to properly clean the countertop. With an exaggerated sigh I dropped the playful antics and helped him clear away the mess and clean all the soiled surfaces. We had a good laugh when I noticed a pair of pink, lacey underwear strung up high in the crystal chandelier above the formal dining table. "You'd think she would have missed that," He commented, looking up at me as I stood on the table to retrieve the tiny piece of fabric. "Maybe it wasn't a girl wearing it." I jumped down. "This isn't exactly standard male apparel." I eyed the pink lace and smirked. "Come on, have you never done the underwear-swap?" His frown was an undeniable answer. "It's kinda fun, really. The girl wears your boxers and you wear-… Well…" I nodded at the panties with a grin. "You've worn something like that?" "Once, for laughs. And it worked out well because the girl decided not to wear my underwear, because it would should through her dress, so she went commando." He chuckled and shook this head. "And who was this special lady?" My smile faltered slightly, I threw the panties at the open trash-bag in the corner. "It was uh… It was Hilde." "Oh." To lighten the suddenly dampened mood I revealed devilishly: "We ended up having sex in a public place. It was pretty hot." Not as hot as last night though, I added secretively. "And wearing panties wasn't that bad. It was so tiny I couldn't really fit my Dick all the way into it, which was like this major, irrational boost to my ego, like when I first trimmed my pubes and my Dick looked way bigger. And because I couldn't fit, the tip sort of stuck out and rubbed the inside of my jeans." He made a face and with mock disgust he noted: "We have gotten way too close." He continued cleaning up. "Come on!" I drawled, trailing after him as he went from room to room gathering up all the trash bags. "Now that we've had sex we can talk about sex, right?" His back stiffened. "Fine. I'll listen to you talk
about sex, but not about the sex we had together." "Well…" He thought it over briefly, then continued authoritatively: "You want to talk about sex as friends, right?" "Yeah." "We agreed to keep our sexual activities separate from our friendship, so I don't think it should be the topic of one of our friendly conversations. When we have sex we pretend that we're not friends and when we're friends we pretend we didn't have sex. I think that's the best way to keep it from muddling our friendship." I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "Alright, I'll agree to the terms that when we're being friendly, I won't mention our 'sexual activities'. But I'm not going to pretend that you are not my friend when we engage in said 'sexual activities'." "Why?" "Because the way I trust you and the way I feel comfortable around you and the way I care about you is, in part, what made last night and all those times we sucked each other's Dick, so fucking hot," I stated bluntly, putting my hands on my hips and defiantly looking down at him. I wasn't going to let him prohibit the last shred of intimacy still infused in the act. "Fine." I grinned victoriously. I hoped that the fact that he didn't even bother to argue with me meant the friendly intimacy between us added something to his pleasure as well. "So what's the best sex you've ever had?" I inquired innocently. "What?!" He eyed me suspiciously. "I don't want to talk about that!" "Why? Because it was last night?" I winked playfully. He groaned and walked away. "You're insufferable!" I didn't fret too much about his reaction. If he was really pissed at me for making that suggestion I was pretty sure he would have reacted differently. It almost seemed like he was overcompensating. Smug about the fact that he didn't deny the allegation I allowed him his space and headed upstairs to check the party-damage done there. When I came back downstairs I went into my father's home office to retrieve the come-stained shirt I had left there. Turning back towards the door I stared at the overturned picture of my grandfather. If I turned it upright my father would never be aware of anything that had transpired in his house, and what had happened in his own home office no less, but I left the picture face-down and walked out of the room. He would never know for sure what happened, he might brush it off as a careless action of the maid, but the thought that it might fuck with his head was exhilarating. I couldn't wait for the opportune moment to tell him his only child was gay We were done with cleaning up well before dinner time, the mess had looked worse than it actually had been. We both showered – Heero laughed when I suggested to take a shower together, he thought I was joking, so I let it slide - and headed back to the dorm room to change into fresh clothes. It was a little strange to be back in our room, where nothing had changed and neither had we, or so it seemed. We joked and jabbed our elbows at each other as if nothing had happened, which was a stark contrast to how I was feeling; I felt even closer to him than before and I loved him even more, as my friend. When it was time we arranged for a cab to take us to Heero's dad's place. "So, tell me a little about him," I started once we were seated in the musty cad. The smell made it apparent the cabbie smoked cigars in there during his down time. "You'll see." "If I know absolutely nothing about him he'll know that his beloved son never speaks of him fondly." He snorted. "Tell him I – most fondly – mentioned how he crapped out on me and my mom, left us with nothing. Tell him I – adoringly – recounted the pathetic phone call he made years later trying to worm his way into my life to rid himself of his own guilt for leaving in the first place. Oh and be sure to reiterate how I – dotingly, of course - told you of the moment he offered to pay for my education, blackmailing me into coming to the United States and forcing me to spend time with him, regardless of the fact that my grandmother was getting sicker and sicker and more demented and I had wanted to stay close to her. Now, by the time I get to go back to Japan, she won't even recognize me." "Boy, your daddy's a Dick," Commented the cab driver, looking at us through the rear-view mirror. "Thank you!" Agreed Heero. He looked at me expectantly. "Yeah, but, like, what does he do for a living?" I asked dryly, somewhat upset by his remark about finally being able to go back to Japan; leaving me. "Something with computers," He brushed off dismissively, turning his head to look out the window. "Something with computers?" I repeated. "You hate it when I tell people you 'do something with computers'."' "He's going you to tell you he is a computer engineer for a large, multinational corporation. In reality, he's the tech guy on the third floor who changes the toner in the printers and cleans out infected software when some suit fapped off to the wrong porn site during his lunch break." As an afterthought he added dryly: "Tell him I said that proudly." The driver chuckled. He made a left turn and then stopped the vehicle. "I hate to tell you this boys, but: we're here." "What do I owe you?" I fished my wallet out of my pocket. Heero grumbled under his breath and put his wallet away, seeing I beat him to it. "Twenty-four dollars and eleven cents." I handed him the cash with a generous tip – because I always felt compelled to do so given my privileged upbringing – and told him to keep the change. "Good luck!" He said as I got out of the car. "Thanks." I looked around the suburban neighborhood. The houses were relatively small and all of identical design. It wasn't an expensive area of town, but the homes were well-maintained and there was that typical, friendly, suburban atmosphere, exuding from the American flags on the porches and the decorated snow-mans on the lawns. "Did he ever remarry?" I asked as we approached the front door. "Yeah. But also divorced again." "Did he have any more kids?" "Nope." He took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell. After a short moment the door opened to reveal a tall, handsome man. I could instantly see the family resemblance. Heero got his chocolate brown hair and his cobalt blue eyes from his father. But whereas Heero's features were sharp, narrow and delicate, mister Lowe had a distinctly more manly appearance, in the traditional sense; blessed with the classically attractive wide jawline, a bigger, but perfectly straight nose, and low hanging eyebrows shadowing smaller, more widely spaced eyes. With his thin lips Lowe smiled at us both. "Happy New Year! Welcome! Please, come inside!" In the narrow hallway he helped us out of our coats and hugged us – much to Heero's dismay – and then guided us to the overstuffed living room. The room was actually quite spacious, but felt almost claustrophobic with the amount of furniture he had crammed into it. A sitting area of two couches, facing each other, in the center of the room, in front of the fireplace. A small table with two chairs by the bay window overlooking the driveway, with a chessboard occupying the entire surface of the table. Another seating area of two large lounge chairs in the corner, in front of stacked bookcases. And finally a dining table that seated four, which partially blocked the arched entry to the small but perfectly adequate kitchen in the back of the house. There were a lot of picture frames on the walls, all featuring sunsets, landscapes, architecture or pets. A single photo on the mantel piece stood out. It was a blown up picture of Heero – ridiculously large and dominating – taken at what must have been his high school graduation in Japan, he was holding a diploma of some kind. He looked positively chagrin. "You have a very nice home, mister Lowe." "Thank you. Oh and please call me Odin." The man appeared to be friendly enough, but I knew better. My father, too, was awfully friendly and impressive in social situations, when he wanted to be. "Wow, I can't believe I finally get to meet the famous Duo Maxwell." He made a point to formally shake my hand. "I have heard so much about you." "Likewise," I lied with a smile. "How is your school going?" "Very well. Thanks to Heero, actually. He's been helping with my math classes." Odin nodded fervently. "Yes, my son is very good at math. He is good at everything. He is so smart." I smiled, genuine this time. "Yes, he is." "He certainly didn't get it from his mother's side of the family." Odin winked. My smile faltered. "Yeah. Sure." I happened to know that Heero's grandmother was very smart, before she was stricken by Alzheimer's she was an accomplished scientist; a chemist. Heero told me his mother was very smart as well, she just never had the drive to do anything with it. "So, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a computer engineer. I work for a large, multinational corporation." I shot at sideways glance at Heero who was rolling his eyes. "Without me the place would fall apart," Odin continued. "My son is just like me. It's no coincidence that he has decided to study computer science as well." "And Aerospace science and engineering," Heero interjected. "I'm doing a double major." I was surprised he didn't stick out his tongue and go "Na na! I'm smarter than you, dad!" I suppressed a chuckle and accepted Odin's invitation to take a seat on the couch. Heero sat down next to me and Odin sat down across from us after handing us both a beer, once we had repeatedly turned down his offer for a stronger drink. In the following conversation Odin glorified himself shamelessly and every positive thing he had to say about his son related back to him. He made it seem like he was Michelangelo and Heero was his Sistine Chapel fresco; exceptional and marvelous only because he had designed and created it to be so. As if solely passing along his potent genes made Heero the intelligent, disciplined and impressive guy that he was. He inadvertently revealed why he had coerced Heero into coming to the United States and have some kind of familial relationship with him. Because Heero, as his 'legacy', was the only way for him to achieve the greatness that he pretended to possess. He had to foster that legacy and show it off as much as he could, to impress people the way he never could but always coveted. It was more important to him than anything. I listened attentively, because his arrogance dumbfounded me to the point where I was interested to observe what had to be a psychosis of some form. Heero was stiff and silent beside me, sipping his beer with tense jaw. My thoughts slowly drifted away as Odin rambled on. I wondered if Heero had been right, if his father actually was worse than mine. On the surface he seemed to rave about his son, which seemed better than my father who was disappointed by my every endeavor, but really Odin negated all of Heero's accomplishments by basically claiming that he was the reason for his son's success. He stopped just short of referring to his son as an empty vessel through which he achieved success. He thought of himself as the puppeteer and Heero his puppet, through which he entertained the crowd, but always aware that it wasn't the puppet who was funny – the puppet was mindless, inanimate – it was him, he was the entire act, everyone else just failed to notice it because his trickery was so convincing. It might be better to have a father effectively disown you than take full credit for your hard-earned excellence. And at least my father, however resentful he was of me, fed me and housed me all my life. Odin left Heero and his mother, subjecting them to a life of poverty. He came back into his life masked as a generous man, solely for selfish purposes, leaving Heero no choice but to move across the Pacific, leaving his sick grandmother behind, so he could get the education that would earn him the job that would allow him to financially support her throughout her costly illness. But over the course of the past few years the elderly woman has been deteriorating so rapidly she barely remembers her own grandson – even on her best days. Maybe Heero had done me a favor by not taking that bet. I was jostled awake when Odin asked me: "Do you play chess?" Apparently the conversation had shifted to their weekly game of chess without me even noticing. "Uhm, I was taught how to play when I was younger. But it never really interested me so I sort of gave up on it." "That's too bad. It is a great game, it is like warfare between two keen minds. My son and I match wits every week." "I'm pretty sure I'm two moves away from checkmating you," My friend stated dryly, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Odin laughed and waved his hand dismissively. "I'm pretty sure the opposite was true. But don't worry, I had to clear the board, so we have to start the game anew; you get a new shot." "What do you mean you had to clear the board?" "An old friend came over. He noticed the chess board and insisted that we'd play. I'm actually only a few moves removed from checkmating him. Him and I will continue our game next Thursday. Next week you and I can battle again." Heero and I both looked over our shoulder at the chess table behind us, the pieces were scattered all across the board in a pattern that meant nothing to me. I grinned. Heero told me his father always found some excuse to clear the board whenever he threatened to lose. I couldn't believe it was quite that bad, but apparently it was. "Well, I should probably get started on dinner. Why don't you two talk a little? I feel like I've been talking the entire time." He headed into the kitchen. "That's because you were," I mumbled. Heero snickered. "Awesome picture by the way," I whispered, nodding at the oversized image of a younger Heero on top of the fireplace. He glowered at me. "Why aren't you smiling?" "What?" "In the picture. Why aren't you smiling? Isn't that, like, your graduation or something?" He looked back and the photo and stated forlornly: "My grandmother couldn't come. She had one of her episodes. It was around that time that it really started to get bad. And I knew I would be leaving in a few weeks, to come here." I reached out and stroked my hand through his soft hair in an attempt to comfort him. He looked at me oddly, making me realize the gesture was probably not the most normal between two – guy – friends, so I moved my hand to pat him on the shoulder once or twice – much more manly and respectable – and then pulled my hand back into my lap. I flinched when right next to me the phone rang, obnoxiously loud. Odin came rushing over, wiping his hands in a towel. "Hello?... Hmhm…. Hmhm…. Hmhm… Okay. Yes, I'll be there in about half an hour." He hung up the phone after a remarkably brief conversation. "I'm sorry boys, I have to cut this evening short. That was work. They need me to cover the nightshift. The guy that was supposed to come in can't. His wife's in labor…" He looked back at the kitchen. He only just started dicing the vegetables. He got his wallet off a table and took out a twenty, handing it to Heero. "Why don't you guys order pizza, hang out, take your time. I'm really sorry about this. I'm going to be gone all night." "Don't worry about," I said, since my mute friend next to me wasn't about to say anything. The man hurriedly gathered up some things; keys, a keycard and an employee's ID, stuffing it all into the pocket of his jeans along with his wallet. "I gotta go. I'll see you Sunday, okay?" Heero nodded unenthusiastically. "Okay. Bye! Oh, the key to the front door is on the table in the hallway. Lock the door behind you and just leave the key under the gnome. Bye!" In a bustle he was out the door. I started to laugh hysterically, I didn't even know why. "What's so funny?" "He has a gnome?" Heero sat sideways to face me and quirked an eyebrow
at me. "Yeah, it's on the porch, in the corner. I hardly think
that warrant this kind of hysteria," He noted as I continued
to shake with laughter. Heero chuckled, wholeheartedly agreeing. "I mean, he just went on and on and on! 'If Heero ever invents anything he'd better put my name on the patent'!" I cackled at the memory. "It's like-! It's like-! The man should be studied! You should seriously meet my dad now. We could exchange war-stories for the rest of our lives." The laughter died down abruptly. "Or, you know, I mean… for as long as we are friends." He smiled at me. " 'For the rest of our lives' sounds about right." I smiled back at him but it was bitter sweet. "It's gonna be pretty tough staying friends with us being on opposite sides of the largest oceanic division on Earth." "Signed up for that Geography elective, didn't you?" "Marine biology, actually." He leaned his head forward, resting it on my shoulders. "I think we'll be okay." "Yeah?" I buried my nose in his hair, breathing in his scent, before I even realized that I shouldn't. He looked back up and with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes he pointed out: "If we can survive you fucking me, we certainly aren't going to get beat by the long-distance-thing." I stared. His lips looked so tempting when he smiled sweetly like he was doing. "You really aren't freaked out, are you?" It left me somewhat surprised, after him walking out last night I had expected him to still feel uneasy. It was a relief to know that truly wasn't the case. "No. I told you." He cocked his head to the side. "You aren't either right?" I shook my head, words failed me. He toyed with the twenty-dollar bill his dad had given him. "You want to order pizza or do you just want to get the fuck out of here, use it for the cab-fare?" "I want to suck your Dick" The shock was glaring on his features. Before he could object I rolled off the couch an kneeled on the floor in front of him. "You're serious?" "Yeah." I got to work on his button-fly. He squirmed. "Duo! What if my dad comes back?" "He's going to be away all night, he said so himself." "What if he forgot something and comes back real quick?" "He would have been back already!" He couldn't reasonably argue that. "Why do you even want to?" I looked up at him and admitted in all seriousness. "Because I like sucking your Dick" I pulled his half-hard member out of his underwear. That's right, half-hard already. He was just objecting for the sake of it. He wanted it. He didn't verbally give his consent but he made no more arguments either and he let me go down on him. Soon he was fully erect and had his fingers twisted into my hair, moaning helplessly as I subjected him to the pleasure. His dad would never know what happened in his own fucking living room, but it would be our secret revenge. Like me disrespecting my father's office by jacking off in it. A devilish idea sprang to mind. Unceremoniously I took my mouth off him, smirking at the sound of his whimper. I threw his arms over my shoulders and pulled his upper body forward, flush against mine and grabbed his ass to lift him up off the couch and carry him around the sitting area to the chess table by the window. Luckily there were shutters in front of the window or we would be giving the neighborhood an eyeful. Holding him up with one arm I used the other the swipe the strategically placed pieces clear off the board, sending them flying across the room and I dumped him on the table before kneeling before him again. He placed his hands behind him and leaned back on them, while staring down at me. I toyed with the idea of fucking him, I certainly wanted to, but he had indicated earlier that day that he was sore and I didn't want to cause him unnecessary discomfort. Besides, I really did love performing oral sex on him. Heero threw his head back and moaned as I continued to work my magic on him. He called my name at the height of his pleasure and I loved that. I swallowed his come and stood up, leaning over him. His lips were so close. I wished I could kiss them and share the taste of his passion with him as it still lingered in my mind. "Hmmm," I drawled. "I shouldn't have done that." "Shouldn't have done what?" He asked hazily and out of breath. "I shouldn't have swallowed it. I should have spat it out right in the center of the chess board and leave it there for your dad to see." "You're crazy." His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I pressed my forehead against him, my lips were as close to his as he would allow them. "How well do you think he would take it?" "He would murder you and put me on the first plane back to Japan," Was his matter-of-fact answer. For some reason I didn't doubt it. "If my dad thought I was gay," He continued, "He would have no use for me anymore." I sighed and stepped back, giving him room to button up his jeans. "Did you notice he always calls me his 'son'? He never calls me by my name. That is because he doesn't even consider that I am my own person. He only sees me as an extension of him. An extension of his 'greatness'. If I was gay he would see that as a grave insult to his person, he wouldn't be able to stand it. You heard what he said, everything I do is a reflection of him, or so he believes. He likes that as long as the reflection is positive. If it wouldn't be, he'd hate me for ruining 'his reputation'." I nodded. He slid off the table and looked around at the mess. "He's going to be really pissed when he sees this." "I thought you would like that." He looked up at me and grinned. "I do. Come on, let's get the fuck out of here." I playfully slapped Heero on his behind when he walked past me towards the front door. I smiled innocently in response to the warning glare he threw over his shoulder. Before stepping out I looked back into the living room at the chess table and the scattered pieces on the floor. Every week when Heero would sit at that table playing chess with his dad, he would think about me giving him a blow job. I left with a self-satisfied smirk.
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