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"After Hours"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Lemon Pairings: 1 x 2 Summary: The new guy at work is unsociable, totally hot and all over Duo Maxwell. Written for the Cubicle Love Contest - 2006 Beta’ed by my lovely friend Mechante Fille "After Hours"
I work for a software company in the Chinatown district. It’s a co-op program offered by the university I’m going to attend when I graduate. If I spend my summers helping to develop new products it’ll take a full year off the time I spend earning my degree. I’ll also have the added benefit of hands on experience in the work place so I was pretty excited about it all the way around. Until he showed up. I am also seventeen years old, sociologically removed, and gay. And he is gorgeous. He’s here for the same reason I am, except he’s from Japan and I’m from the States. I know he speaks English, but he won’t give me the time of day, which makes me wonder if he has figured out my dick gets hard every time he walks by. What a body. And those eyes, they’re blue and so hot I can’t stop myself from blushing whenever he glares my way. I thought I had done something to piss him off at first because he glares a lot, but he does it to everyone so I guess it wasn’t me. Logically, you would think this would dampen my spirits, but every time he flashed that dark gaze at me the tendons in my thighs tightened and I started to sweat. It was really hard to concentrate when he was around. We had been working together for about a month. He doesn’t talk to me unless it’s unavoidable and as much as I would have loved to shove him in a broom closet and wrap around him like a spider web, I can’t say it was a bad thing. I had messed up three times in the past week just because he got too close, which was why I was working late examining a zillion lines of code for my screw up. I don’t know why he was staying late but it was making it very difficult to pay attention to the screen instead of the sound of his typing in the next cubicle. “Damn it,” I groaned, having to back up and start over again. My mind had been daydreaming about what it would feel like to have those fingers tapping on me instead of the keyboard. “Is there a problem?” “What?!” Crap! Why was he in here? He never came in my space if he didn’t have to. “Oh, um, no. I just…” “Want some help?” Oh gods. “Thanks, but I think I can…” “Have you tried the application I gave you?” he asked, stepping up behind my chair and my brain just checked out. “Application? Uh, yeah. I think so…” “It’s right here,” he told me as my heart rate doubled when he bent over my shoulder to look closer at the screen and covered my hand with his own to use my mouse. I knew I should move my hand and let him have it, but I couldn’t make myself pull it away. It was so exciting that he didn’t seem to mind and squeezed my fingers firmly as he opened the application on the screen. “You haven’t installed it,” he observed, working to do so, but all I could see were the flashes of lightning that were going off behind my eyes. He was right there, hovering over my shoulders, his hand on mine and the heat of his body baking the back of my neck… “I wrote it for you,” he said softly and I shivered because he was right next to my ear. “I know,” I managed, licking my suddenly parched lips. “I meant to try it, but I guess it slip…ped …” Ah, damn. He was brushing against my hair. Gods, he smelled so good! “If you let it run it’ll check the code for parameter errors,” he reminded me, but I was having a hard time catching my breath and absently realized I had turned my hand over and laced my fingers with his and he was caressing my palm. I swallowed hard and felt my eyes drift shut as my throat closed off when he gently whispered, “You smell nice,” and nuzzled my hair. I didn’t need anymore to go on than that and when I turned to look at him and he kissed me I knew I was lost. He could’ve tied me to the table for all I cared, but he didn’t. He did kiss me so passionately my toes curled up and I groaned shamefully when his hand slipped over my thigh as he drew me from my chair. He was hungry for it and it felt so damn good I was clawing at his clothes before he could get my shirt open. I wanted him so bad my teeth hurt. Wanted him to touch me, wanted him to kiss me, wanted him inside me and it looked like he had every intention of granting my wishes. I had a moment when I wondered what was going on and why he had chosen tonight to reveal his attraction for me, but the sad truth of the matter is I had no idea if he was actually attracted to me or not. It was possible he was just hard up or got off on new and different things, or maybe he just liked the fact that I was so hot for him. Either way it hardly mattered with his hands running all over my body, because I could hardly breathe much less work out why he was doing it. He knew how to do it, that’s for sure. He even had lube with him and I wondered if he had planned this all along. It seemed reasonable but then again, maybe he just carried some all the time. I considered bailing on that thought, but I was already too far gone and when he turned me and pushed me against the half wall of my cubicle, all I could do was cling on and gasp as my pants were pushed down around my knees. He had prepared me well so his intrusion was almost pure pleasure when he entered me and I shook, leaning over the small countertop beneath my hips and just tried to remember to breathe. Gods, it felt so good! Having him buried inside me, his strokes were powerful and confident and I loved the way his fingers dug into my shoulder and hip. My knees tried to give out when his arms snaked around and gripped me, pumping me hard in time with his escalating rhythm, the hand on my shoulder digging in deeper as he forced himself inside me over and over again and I cried out, clinging to my wall like a life line when my body surrendered, but he held me fast for another long moment. I couldn’t catch my breath as he slammed into me, wracking my body with aftershocks until he suddenly shook, his fingers gripping my hips and shoulder so hard I knew they would bruise, but I couldn’t bring myself to care with him quaking inside me, then we collapsed on the counter and I felt this incredible urge to laugh. “It worked.” “What?” I inquired, turning my head while he pulled himself off my back and out of my body to see he was referring to the application he had given me. It was essentially a virus, but he had modified it to repair instead of destroy. It had even reinstalled the software, which appeared to be up and running. “Hey, it worked!” I grinned, jerking my pants up to go check it out. “You’ll be able to turn it in on time,” he commented. “Yeah, thanks,” I smiled, running through the set up to make sure everything was working properly. “That’s a pretty clever bug you’ve got there.” “I’m glad you found it useful,” he told me and I turned just in time to receive a spine tingling kiss from him and momentarily forgot the work. “Don’t forget to clean up before Une-sama sees what we did,” he suggested, stepping into his cubicle to retrieve his coat and my mind went blank. Was he leaving? “Umm, right. I’ll …” And he was gone. It took a full two minutes before I figured out he meant to wipe out the evidence that he had helped me cheat in my repairs of the hard drive instead of wash my underwear and I took a long, deep breath and did my best to put my sanity back in order. That had just happened, hadn’t it? He had wanted me, so badly he had pushed me against the wall and taken me without having ever properly asked or courted me. I just couldn’t comprehend where his mind was so I turned my attention to the task at hand and cleaned the system instead. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, though. His hands had been so hot, his kiss so hungry it just made me want to shout for joy, but I didn’t because it would’ve looked pretty stupid on the… Oh shit. My heart slammed into my throat as reality slapped me up side the head and I jerked around to stare at the security cam that perpetually recorded everything that went on in the office. “Oh shit.” What did I do? SHIT! I had to get that tape! It meant breaking and entering, but there was no way in hell I could let anyone see that tape! I rushed straight to the security office and replaced the tape shoving the one from that night into my pocket before quietly exiting. There would be a blank area on it, but maybe no one would notice or figure it was a glitch in the system when nothing was missing. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough after that. What a night! First I’m working dreaded overtime then Heero seriously rocks my world then I have to steal from and deceive the company to cover it all up! I fell into my couch, laughing my ass off and feeling very crafty about my rather unusual evening. The memory of Heero’s touch flooded my mind, which in turn flooded my body with waves of heat and I slipped a hand into my crotch to ease the growing tension that was quickly swelling between my legs. Gods, he was just such a beautiful man! I could’ve taken him on all damn night if the circumstances had been different, but doing that sort of thing at the office was really a very bad idea. Hell, screwing your co-workers is a bad idea anyway, even if they do look like Heero, but getting caught by security could cost more than just your pride. My left brow rose when I thought about the tape that still rested in my pocket and I got the sinful desire to watch it. Oh god damn. I could watch it and see myself being taken by him over and over again. The simmering excitement that had been warming my loins burst into flame at the thought and I giggled like a loon as I jumped up and stuffed the tape into my player. I had never watched myself do anything sexual before. Actually, Heero had only been my second lover, if you can call him that, but it was him I was interested in seeing. I jumped back on the couch, popping the button on my pants because there was no way I was going to remain a simple spectator while I watched him do me, but all that I saw was the garbled snow of a blank tape. My mind worked it out and I realized I needed to rewind and found the remote hitting the rewind as I grinned and settle back into my niche to watch, but there was nothing there. I checked the tape three times from front to back then let it run through on fast forward with visual before I would believe it was actually blank. What the fuck? Had I taken the wrong tape? No, there was only one on that floor but then what had happened? Did security forget to turn it on? Oh Christ, no way. Old Dr. J would never do that. Maybe there was actually a problem with the system? Wouldn’t that have been ironic? The one night Heero decides to bend me over the security cam’s aren’t… That’s when it hit me. Heero. He had taken the tape. “Fuck.” What was I supposed to do now? And why had he taken it? I figured he probably didn’t want anyone seeing it anymore than I did, but why hadn’t he mentioned it to me… unless… he planed to use it against me. “Oh fuck!” I couldn’t stop shaking. Son of a bitch! He could use that tape to blackmail me for just about anything! Shit! Shit! Shit! Ok, wait. Just calm down, right? There had to be a reasonable explanation. I would just have to confront him about it. There was no reason to freak out just because my co-worker had a tape of him nailing me to the cubicle walllllAAAAAIIILLLLL! “FUCK!” Needless to say, I didn’t sleep that night. All I could think about was how humiliating it would be if anyone got a look at that tape and how I could get it back from Heero. It was hard to even look at him the next day, especially when my mind kept rewinding back to when he was pounding me senseless, but he seemed as cool and collected as ever. I couldn’t find a minute alone with him and was beginning to get desperate when I was suddenly pushed forcibly into the freight elevator and he was shoving me up against the far wall and kissing me. “Heero?” I gasped as his hands found their way down the back of my pants. “Wait… we need to talk.” But he wasn’t listening and kissed me again and I felt my spinal fluid boil. “Heero… please,” I begged, but the plea did nothing but cause him to growl and redouble his efforts then the doors opened and he dragged me out into the warehouse section of the basement. “Wait! Heero! I need to ask you…” “You talk too much,” he rasped, jerking me into his arms to kiss me again. “Security,” I groaned, feeling my back hit the wall and his hand grip my groin. “I disabled it down here.” “Last night,” I gasped. “You were so fucking hot,” he hissed, jerking my pants open as he laughed, “Can you imagine Une’s face when she got a look at that?” Oh gods. I couldn’t breathe. He was serious. Was this what he wanted to keep him quiet? Was it his intention to turn me into some sort of sex slave? “Heero…” “Duo,” he huffed, pushing my pants down to my ankles, “We have precious little time here. I have a meeting in ten minutes, now take them off.” Off? What would happen if I refused? Who would see that tape if I didn’t slip my shoe off and let him extract my leg and begin to prepare me. He wanted it all and even though there wasn’t time to prepare me properly he intended to take it. I was reduced to dangling my leg over his arm as he drove me into the wall and covered my neck and shoulders in hickeys. It felt great but I wasn’t as happy about it as I had been the night before. As much as I wanted him, I wanted it to be mutual, not some stupid mind game. He got what he wanted regardless and I was left shuddering in his arms as he pumped me full of his essence once again. He didn’t even use a condom, which I thought was pretty harsh considering he apparently did this sort of thing all the time. He was kind enough to produce a box of tissues for me before he balked when he realized he was five minutes late for his meeting and rushed off. I had a serious problem. And it had everything to do with the fact that I had less than half an hour to finish preparing for my own presentation. I had to get that tape back. Two days later I was still trying to figure out a way to do that while I watched the late news on the vid. Heero hadn’t said much to me since our encounter in the basement, but I came to understand that the scowl I had once thought meant he didn’t care for me actually burned brightly with underlying desire. It was hard feeling the way I did about him, wanting so much to feel his touch, but knowing all it was for him was a game of cat and mouse. I groaned when the doorbell rang, dreading the usual plea that I join my neighbors on one of their weekend drink fests, but they never gave up. Carla, in 2B, had a bit of a crush on me and usually ended up inviting me out at least one a week. I really wasn’t looking forward to dealing with her again, but you could have pushed me over with a feather when Heero stepped through my door. “Hi,” he grinned, taking me in his arms and I recoiled from the smell of bourbon on his breath. “Are you drunk?” “I get drunk just thinking about you,” he chuckled, pushing me back into my apartment. “Smells like you’ve been thinking a lot,” I groused. “Heero, wait…” but my legs collided with the couch and I went down with him on top of me and suddenly he was kissing me and doing is best to crawl inside my clothes. He had come for his payment. I tried to reason with him but there wasn’t even the remotest possibility that he was in a reasonable state of mind so I just let him have his way. He’s really great in bed, stone cold sober or blindingly drunk, so it wasn’t exactly a task, I just wished it were because he actually liked me. It was good though. Really good and I enjoyed every minute he spent drowning me in ecstasy. We had time to explore each other that night and even though he had a pretty good buzz he still sent me over the moon several times. I half expected him to pass out early on, but I’m afraid it was me that ended up dozing off and when I woke he had abandoned me again. Well, at least there weren’t any awkward goodbyes. The next Monday he cornered me in the second floor utility closet. Took me from behind that day because he was in a hurry. I guess it wasn’t enough because Tuesday morning he spent half the break period feeling me up at my desk while he pretended to help me with my assignment, then made me promise to meet him in the basement at lunch. I guess he never reversed whatever he had done to the camera down there because the activity light never came on while he was pounding me into the floor. Thursday it was the first floor bathroom and a quick hand job for the both of us and Friday I got to give him head in the broom closet on the fourth floor. He liked that and wanted more, but there wasn’t time. I didn’t see him over the weekend which sort of surprised me because my apartment was way more private and gave us much more freedom, but I figured maybe it was doing it at the office that really got him off anyway. It gave me time to heal which was good because he nailed me to the tack house wall on the roof on Monday morning. “Meet me downstairs at lunch,” he told me, still pushing himself inside my quivering body in the midmorning sun. “We just did it,” I protested. “I want more,” he chuckled, digging deep and I hissed, but there wasn’t much I could do about it with both my legs dangling over his arms. “Why didn’t you just come by my place over the weekend?” I grumbled while he finally retreated and put me down. “Did you miss me?” he grinned. “No!” I scoffed. “I had to go out of town,” he informed me, pushing me against the wall again before I could get both legs in my pants. “Darlian’s daughter needed someone to pacify her,” he told me, grinding his hips into me and I suddenly felt ill. He had been off banging the boss’s daughter all weekend? Then what in the hell did he need me for!? “You know you could at least use a condom,” I growled, pushing him away. “A condom?” he laughed. “It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” he chuckled, trying to accost me again but I jerked away and finished putting my pants on. “Duo?” “Look!” Gods, I just wanted to slap him! But… I couldn’t. I had to get that tape back. “I’m sorry,” I sighed heavily. “I guess I’m just a little stressed out about all this.” “If it bothers you that much why don’t you just move in with me?” he grinned and my heart dropped into my shoes. “What?” I whispered because that’s all I had the wind for. “We can be roomies,” he smiled, gripping my hips so he could rub his crotch all over me. “You can give up your apartment and save the rent for tuition or books or whatever and I won’t have to steal moments at work in order to be with you anymore.” Did he want to own me? If he would go that far what else was he likely to demand I do? How long before I was being gang banged by his friends or whored out to clients or… oh hell no! “No!” “Why do you fight so hard?” he grumbled, pulling away from me and I felt a stab of fear that I had angered him. “I’m sorry,” I chuckled nervously. “It’s just… kind of sudden you know? I wasn’t expecting…” “Then you’ll do it?” he beamed, snatching me into his arms again. “Umm, yeah.” Shit! How did I handle this one?! “Sure, why not?” We never made it to the basement and I missed a meeting with my counselor because he insisted on celebrating immediately and I ended up with a sunburn on my ass. I hadn’t completely lost my mind; I had a plan. I had never been to his place, which turned out to be a small Japanese style house on the outskirts of Chinatown. All I had to do was find that tape and I would be free, but I had to create an opportunity to look for it. I told him I had given up my apartment, but I had actually told my landlady that I was going on extended leave and paid her for a couple of months. I was hoping it wouldn’t take that long, but there was also the possibility that he had hidden it in a safe deposit box or something and I would have to be overtly crafty to get my hands on it. Living with him was… hectic. The guy just never gets enough. Every damn night, all night long, in the shower, mornings, weekends and he still banged me in the basement at work three times a week. I was beginning to wonder if he hadn’t sent the tape off to Japan or something because I spent every available moment when he wasn’t pounding me into a quivering mass of pulsating flesh turning his house upside down looking for it to no avail. He’s not much of a conversationalist so it was difficult to gain any helpful information from him that way. Nor did he respond favorably to the seduction tactic as it did nothing but get me nailed again. I was frustrated beyond measure, tired of being used as his rag doll and fed up with all the gossip at work when he dropped the bomb. “I’ll only be gone two days.” “You’re going to see Darlian’s daughter?” I was so mad I could’ve just spit! “Now, don’t be like that,” he chuckled, taking me in his arms and though I had long ago learned not to bother trying to pull away, I refused to look at him. “It’s not like I have any choice.” Right! Like he was the one with no choice! “When do you leave?” Fine, if he was going to go ball his babe it would give me some private time to find that tape. “I’m on the eight o’clock train.” “I’ll pack you a bag.” I did my job and played the dutiful wife going so far as to drop a tube of his favorite lube into his bag. I suppose it’s not necessary with a woman, but I was in a pissy mood. He was gone two days and I searched every square inch of that house from top to bottom and found not one scrap of evidence that he had ever possessed that tape. I checked his hard drive, all his bank records and even found some old pornos he had hidden in a box in the bottom of his closet who knows how long ago, but nothing even resembling the security tape. He never even slowed down when he returned, pushing me down in the middle of the living room floor where he laid into me so violently I pulled a tendon in my thigh and achieved the single most powerful orgasm of my entire life. I knew I couldn’t take anymore as I lay beneath him still dizzy with desire and felt tears sting the backs of my eyes. “You didn’t really think I was sleeping with her?” he chuckled, kissing the dampness away. Now he was mocking me. “Where’s the tape, Heero.” I had had enough. “What?” he asked, letting me crawl out from under him. “The security tape you took from work the first time we did it.” What an asshole. “Oh, that,” he grinned, crawling over to chew on my neck and I gritted my teeth and reminded myself why I was here. “You know,” he purred, pushing me back against the couch so he could hover over top of me. “I used to watch that ten times a day.” “You really are a sick puppy,” I informed him, but he only laughed and kissed me. “Why do you think I chased you down all the time?” he chuckled. “You were so hot that night, I just couldn’t get enough of you.” He still couldn’t get enough. “Where’s the tape?” I persisted, turning my head when he tried to kiss me. “I dunno,” he shrugged and my chest froze. “What?” How could he not freaking know!?! “I haven’t watched it in a while,” he informed me, nibbling on my neck. “It’s probably still in the machine.” “……………….” No way. “Duo?” No fucking way! I was on my feet and scrambling for the eject button before he could blink and sure enough the damn thing popped out just as pretty as you please. “I do not fucking believe this shit!” I shouted to no one in particular, feeling very much like I was either going to laugh or cry, neither of which was going to end up a sane path at that moment and Heero thought that might be a good time to laugh at me. “If you wanted to watch it that bad why didn’t you just ask?” he chuckled and I snapped and heaved the stupid tape at him taking a great deal of satisfaction in the fact that it shattered on the wall behind his head when he ducked. “What the hell was that for?!” he shouted. “Go bang the Darlian chick!” I yelled, storming off toward our bedroom. “I’m leaving!” “What!? Duo!” “Don’t fucking touch me!” I roared when he tried to grab my arm as I jerked my pants on and snatched my bag out of the closet. “What the hell has gotten into you!?” he shouted. “Oh come on! You can not honestly believe I was sleeping with her!” “I don’t care!” I just wanted out of there. “I’m fucking gay, Duo! You know that! Why would I care about a woman!” “I don’t care!” I repeated, stuffing my clothes in my bag by the handful. “Go find yourself another toy to play with! I’m through!” “What?!” he screeched in utter bewilderment. “What are you talking about?!” “You’re a cruel man!” I informed him, feeling my heart breaking with every word, but I had to face the truth. “And I’m done playing your games!” I had to get away, fuck the rest of my stuff. I heard him yelp when I turned and fled the room and knew he was following, but I couldn’t look back. If I looked back then… “Duo please!” My hand stilled on the doorknob at the utter bewilderment in his tone. “Please,” he begged and I heard his knees hit the floor. “I don’t understand.” Why did my chest have to hurt so much? “What did I do?” “What did you do?” I chuckled, completely dumbfounded that he could even ask such a thing. “You think extorting sexual favors from me is nothing!?” I shouted rounding on him but the rage fizzed and popped the moment I saw the tears in his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he sighed turning his head down to hide the moisture on his face. “You’ve been using that stupid tape to keep me in your bed!” I snapped, but there was little of the vehemence in it anymore. His eyes wavered, his brow knitting as his gaze fell on the shattered tape by the wall before he took a very deep breath and turned his eyes back to me again. “When did I ever tell you had to?” he asked and my mouth dropped open to yell at him, but there was no answer on my lips. When had he? “It’s not like I could say no when you had that tape!” I snipped defensively, but I was suddenly feeling more and more like a fool. “I took the tape because I didn’t want anyone else to see it,” he told me, looking very tired all of a sudden. “I would’ve burned it that night if I had known you were worried about it.” Oh god, what had I done? “But you were so… insistent.” I panted, finding it hard to breathe. “Because you’re like the sexiest man alive?!” he retorted. “And you went to her,” my mind was snatching for anything that remotely resembled reason in the fabric of my life over the past few weeks. “I told you,” he sighed. “There’s nothing between us. I just go along to keep her company while her dad does business. We go to the stupid mall and she makes me carry her bags. That’s it.” My knees felt weak. “Duo?” he gasped, rushing to my side to guide me into the chair. “I’m sorry,” I cried, realizing I was doing just that as tears streamed down my cheeks. “I thought…” “How could you believe I didn’t love you?” he asked, holding me tight and the expanding universe that my heart had become suddenly began to contract. “You love me?” I sniffed, hiccoughing as my chest swelled from nothing more than the adoration in his eyes. “Of course, I do,” he chuckled, bending to kiss me gently and for the first time in a very long time I wholeheartedly kissed him back. We made love endlessly that night. I don’t think he was out of contact with me for more than a moment before the sunrise the following day and when the light of dawn peeked through the rice paper doors I had every confidence that he loved me at least as much as I did him. I curled up closer to him, smiling when he groaned softly and wrapped me up tight. He giggled when I kissed his chest and pushed away resituating us so that I couldn’t nibble on him while urging my head to lie quietly on his shoulder as he sighed contently. “Not ready for another round?” I chuckled. It had been a whole four hours after all. “I just want to hold you,” he smiled, cuddling me close. “Could it be the insatiable beast has been tamed?” I laughed. “Was I that bad?” he asked, kissing my hair. “And then some,” I informed him. “Did you finally reach you’re limit?” I realized that night had been the first time since the night we made that tape I had willing made love to him instead of just having sex. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, kissing me gently. “I guess I finally just got what I was looking for.” Things quieted down for us after that. I guess in the end it was my inability to give him the love I felt for him because of our misunderstanding that drove him to such a desperately impassioned state of mind, because he calmed and we settled into a more normal routine for guys our age. Morning, noon, and night simmered into night and the occasional romp in the basement at lunch. He still had a thing about doing me at work, but the summer was soon over and we went to different schools so our intimacies were eventually contained. At least until we hit college, where he made damn sure he was enrolled right along side me and proceeded to christen every hidey hole he could find with our sweat. I have no complaints though, he is the earth and sky to me and sometimes I can’t help but wish I hadn’t destroyed that tape. “Hey,” he smiled when I got home early from class that night. “Mmm,” I hummed because he was already kissing me. “I have a surprise for you,” he grinned, dragging me into the living room. “What?” I chuckled playfully, allowing him to push me down into the couch. “Just watch,” he grinned, hitting the play button on the remote and my blood froze when I saw the security cam view of our old office. “Heero, is that…” but the question became redundant when I saw him stand up from his cubicle and head for mine. I felt my blood heat up and begin to race as I watched him bend over me on the screen and knew he was sitting beside me grinning like a banshee. By the time he was kissing me in the office I couldn’t breathe right anymore and when he turned me around and jerked my pants down I gasped and became acutely aware of the raging hard on in my lap. “Heero?” God Damn! It was our first time! It was right there on the screen and I was feeling it as if it were happening all over again. “I fixed it,” he sang gleefully. “And I put it on DVD.” “You what?” I gasped as my ass synched when he pushed inside me on the screen. “It seems to have been worth it,” he purred, moving in to nibble on my neck and I shivered right down to the roots of my hair. “Heero,” I breathed, hearing my own voice echo the name on the vid as I watched him slamming into me and felt his lips moving down my chest. It was the single most erotic thing I had ever experienced, having him make love to me while I watched him making love to me for the first time. It’s not something we do often, but every now and then one of us will take it out and everything just seems to start over again, which is just fine with me because there is no where in the world I would rather be that right there in his arms. owari :)
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