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"Squeeze Play"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: R Warnings: Angst, sap, my corky humor ^_^ Pairings: 1x2 Summary: When Duo and Hiiro are trapped in confined spaces during a mission certain bodily reactions to the limited space bring about changes in their relationship. "Squeeze Play"
Six freaking hours! We’d been stuck in those fucking vents for SIX FREAKING HOURS! I though my head was going to explode. “They can’t still be looking for us,” I grumbled wishing just once I would get stuck somewhere besides under the damn leaky pipe. “Shh,” Hiiro replied… again…for the hundredth time and if I could have bent my damn half frozen, numb as hell leg I might have kicked him in the face. As it was, there wasn’t room to bend my leg in the two by two rats hole we were crammed in because he’d hit the stupid detonator too soon and gotten us trapped inside the base we were supposed to be neutralizing. “It’s been quite for over two hours,” I sighed. “Hiiro, I can’t feel my thighs. We need to move.” He was quite so long I thought maybe he had just ignored me but then I felt him shift and sighed heavily from sheer relief. We were stuck in a vertical shaft and where I had been horribly uncomfortable he’d had me standing on his shoulders for the duration. I did not envy him the headache he was going to have when my weight was removed any more than I relished the thought of crawling through a freaking mile of spider infested, leaky ventilation shafts backwards. Forward was more like two miles though so backward it was going to be. He took his damn time about it too, and by the time we were nearing the exit point I was ready to run screaming into the night. Then the unthinkable happened and he suddenly stopped. “Wh…” “Sh!” I froze and listened almost instantly picking up on the voices that were passing by beneath us. They were moving but their presence could only mean one thing, it was morning. The place was probably already crawling with investigators bent on discovering how their base had been infiltrated. It was only a matter of time before they checked the vents and found… us. We needed to disappear and fast. Hiiro waited until he was sure they had rounded the corner then thankfully picked up the pace. We had to stop five more times making the last hundred yards of our backwards escape feel like ten years in hell. I thought I would weep when we finally reached the exit point and he slipped into the main vent. I felt his hands guiding me as I joined him in the slightly wider tunnel and my pulse sped up as I realized we were less than ten yards from freedom. “What’re you doing?” I asked as he had stopped again. There was more room now and we had the cover of the fan motor to mask our voices but I wasn’t in any mood to hang around. “You go first.” “What?” What in the hell was he talking about? “Just go, man.” There was enough room for me to pass him, barely, but there was no damn good reason for it that I could see. “It would be better…” “Will you just go!” I hissed nudging him to get him started and he finally complied. He was already checking out the hall when I tumbled from the shaft, my arms and legs weak from fatigue refusing to hold me as I crumbled to the floor. “Duo?” he whispered turning as if to assist but he stopped short and all I could do was groan. “Maybe I can slither out,” I grumbled pushing myself to my feet. He didn’t give me the time I needed to recover jerking me by the arm and suddenly we were running down the hall, or he was running, I was sort of just bouncing along behind him because I still couldn’t feel my feet. We didn’t make it far before we heard voices and he froze, my heart leaped into my throat as I realized there was nowhere to go and he proved me wrong by shoving me into a garbage chute. That was a fun trip that ended badly. Seems the station emptied its bins that day because there was no cushion of soft bags to break my fall. Luckily, I was there to break Hiiro’s but that did little to improve my state of mind. “Are you all right?” he asked getting off of me. “Fuck you,” was the best I could come up with but it seemed to work for him because he went to look for a way out. Didn’t find one but at least he looked. “That’s a magnetic seal,” I told him when he started to mess with the door panel. “You fuck it up we’re gonna get juiced.” “You have a better idea?” he asked and I swallowed sort of hard when he physically ripped the steel plate off the control panel. Man’s not human; I’d swear it on a stack of bibles. “No,” I replied levering myself to my feet again but they had gone from numb to tingling and I stumbled as the weird sensation traveled up my legs and made them feel like they were full of hot soda pop. “If you’d just give me a second…” I started but both my words and my heart stopped when he crossed the wrong wires and jumpered the stinking hydraulic press. “Shit!” he barked working fast to counter the action before we got squished into nice little rat burgers but he obviously had no clue how to hotwire a garbage compactor. My legs seemed the least of my worries as the walls started moving in and I lunged for Hiiro and the controls as fast as I could because it was only a six by six box which didn’t leave us much time to get his blunder reversed. He moved aside when I got there displaying some of that highly vaunted intelligence the guys were always going on about and stood behind me while I forced my numb fingers to stripe the proper wires and shorted out the entire circuit. It stopped the walls but not before they had pressed us both up against the door so tight neither of us could move more than enough to scratch our ass. Actually, Hiiro was in a much better position to scratch my ass because he had gotten trapped behind me. “Open the door,” he demanded and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t,” I informed him feeling my heart sink down into my feet. “I had to short the circuit. The whole box is fused.” He was quiet for a minute before stating, “We’re trapped.” I snorted and didn’t even care. “Unless you think you’re up to man handling a three inch thick, magnetically sealed door then yeah, I think `trapped` is a fair assessment.” He raised his hand to touch the door and for a moment I thought he might actually give it a try but it fell back to his side and I tried to shift so his hipbone wasn’t poking me in the ass. “How long before the repair crew shows up?” I wondered knowing he was thinking the same thing. Unless someone came down to check why the unit wasn’t working we were going to end up sitting there indefinitely. “Soon,” he sighed and I easily heard the hopefulness in his tone. It was a bit disconcerting to think of Hiiro as anxious. We were stuck like that for hours. I have no idea how many because I dozed off in there somewhere and woke with a cotton tongue, more aches and pains than I ever cared to know I was capable of and Hiiro’s bony hip putting a permanent indentation my left cheek. “Hiiro?” I whispered in case he had dozed off, too. “Hn?” his groggy tone inquired. “Can you shift a little?” I asked wriggling a bit to see if I could alleviate the discomfort a little. “Something’s poking me in the ass.” He jerked so hard I thought something had bitten him and I had to endure his failed attempt to flee until he realized he still couldn’t. “Geez, man! Chill out!” I groused resettling myself. “We need to get out of here,” he commented and one would have thought he was talking about a passing cloud from his tone of voice. “If you’ve got a plan I’m all ears,” I sighed. “In the meantime, shift over or something cause your about to dig a hole in my left cheek.” “S… sorry,” he stammered and the oddity of his… stammering, stopped me from noticing much while he tried to shift around a little. I got over it pretty quick when the poking found its way to my right cheek. “What in the hell have you got in there?” I grumbled wriggling around some more but it only seemed to make it worse. “Duo!” he suddenly gasped seizing my hips to make me stop. “Please… don’t… do that.” I didn’t get it but I was tired of feeling like a pincushion just because he didn’t feel like holstering his gun somewhere else. “Damn it!” I snapped turning far enough to glare at him. “Just take it out! It’s not like there’s anyone in here to see it!” He looked like he might have swallowed a bug for a second then his face went deathly white as he looked away and told me in the smallest voice I had ever heard him use, “I… can’t.” It took me a second but by the time his color had gone from stark to glowering scarlet I had figure it out and did a little sunburn impression of my own. “Oh,” I said intelligently as I slowly turned my back to him and tried to restructure the fabric of the universe. Hiiro Yui had a hard on… because of me. “I’m sorry.” “Well… um… shit.” What did you say to something like that? “It’s not like you can control it right?” Nothing intelligent apparently. “Not in this… situation,” he replied and I got the feeling he sort of wished he hadn’t. There was a horribly uncomfortable silence for a bit while I tried to figure out just what in the hell all this meant. Was he attracted to me or was it just that he had a reasonably rounded ass sitting in his lap? Had it been because it was my ass or would any ass have garnished the same reaction? It didn’t seem like Hiiro to be that easily affected and I found myself wishing it was me and not just the close proximity and awkward position of our bodies. That was a scary thought but it was nothing compared to the terror that gripped my chest when I realized it had stirred things to life in my own nether regions and suddenly I was the one squirming in my need to be free. “Damn Duo! Stopstopstopstop!” he exclaimed gripping my hips again and I gasped out loud and froze as I suddenly found myself sporting a full erection. His hands were so fucking strong, I mean I knew that but I’d never felt them on my body before. It was… electrifying and I shivered hard in spite of my resolve not to. “I’m sorry,” he panted softly and I’ll be damned if his voice didn’t send a chill down my spine. “But if you keep wiggling around like that it’s just going to make matters worse. I can’t…stop it so we’ll just have to ignore it….” “Ignore it!? I can’t fucking ignore it, Hiiro! It’s sort of poking me in the ass!” “I wish you wouldn’t put it like that.” “Oh don’t you even start mocking me!” I growled trying to twist around to glare at him some more but his hands were tight on my hips trying to hold me still. “You’re the one with the woody, buddy!” “Duo, please,” he begged and it was the desperate quality of his tone that made me relent and go lax. It took him a second to suck in a deep breath and I felt a really weird thrill at the thought that it had been me that had stolen his breath away before he softly breathed, “Thank you.” “Do I really bother you that much?” I asked softly. I had chosen the words carefully, weighing each one so that his answer would have to reveal something more about what was going on in his head. All I got was, “Can we just try to forget about it?” “I’ve got your cock pressed against my ass,” I retorted and felt that funny little thrill again when he softly exclaimed a breathy `damn` at the comment. “I think I deserve some sort of explanation.” I waited and was finally rewarded with a dejectedly groaned, “Yes.” “Really?” spouted from my mouth before I’d thought about it. “It happens sometimes…when you’re around,” he confessed. Good thing I couldn’t fall because I was feeling a little weak in the knees. “Me?” I was two for two. So cleverly articulate. I felt him nod and began to understand how hard this must be for him but at that point I really needed to know. “Just me?” I asked much more softly than I had meant to. The silence that time was thick and I half wished myself somewhere else when I felt his hand lift, a shivering rush of heat spread along the skin of my neck when his fingertips brushed softly along the side and gently combed my hair back as he confirmed, “Just you.” Son of a bitch. “Maybe I can jack into the main line.” I needed out of there quick, before I did something really, really… not good. “Don’t,” he said staying my questing hands and I let him because I knew he was right. If I did managed to find a live wire the box was so fused I might just start the walls moving again. His fingers closed over mine pushing them back toward my sides and I wondered what it might feel like if they went ahead and wrapped around me. “I’m sorry,” he told me again. “It was never my intention to dishonor you.” “What do you mean?” I had to ask because I really didn’t get what he was saying. His voice was hesitant and uncertain when he replied. “To have another man… want you this way…” “Are you ashamed of it?” I snipped not liking where this was going. “No,” he explained. “But there are those that would…” “Well, I’m not one of’em!” I snapped feeling just a bit insulted by his assumptions. “Sorry,” he offered immediately and I knew he really understood so I let it go. We fell quiet for a bit but it wasn’t so uncomfortable this time and I discovered I wasn’t angry with him. I was actually flattered when I let myself think about it. Hiiro isn’t exactly the homeliest fish in the tank. As a matter of fact, I’d rate him a damn fine catch for anyone that could manage to hook him and the presence of his interest in my bait was still painfully evident. It made me feel a little bit weird, a little tipsy maybe, a little drunk. “Persistent little bugger isn’t it?” I chuckled noting that he was still just as large as ever and pressing hard into my left cheek. “I’m trying mental exercises but under the circumstances it’s not doing much good,” he laughed along and things felt a bit better. “Sorry,” I felt compelled to say but I still couldn’t contain the mild amusement. “It would help if you could just be… very still.” “Well, it’s not easy,” I sighed finding myself wriggling again. “It sort of hurts where it is. Can you just shift to the right a little…? There,” I sighed feeling the annoying poking relent as it slipped between my cheeks. “Shimata,” I heard him hiss and my breath suddenly hitched in my chest when his hips gave a little, involuntary thrust. “Jesus,” I breathed suddenly needing to brace my hands on the wall as my own erection throbbed painfully and sent waves of heat down my thighs. “Don’t… move,” he grimaced gripping my hips tight but the heat was causing an upwelling of passion inside me the likes of which I had never known possible and my ass began to spasm completely of its on volition. I couldn’t stop it. My hips moved. “Ah! Gods, Duo!” he gasped and suddenly had both arms wrapped tightly around me, his face buried in my back and his hips rising up so hard I moaned out loud and arched back into him and wished with everything I had that we had not been wearing clothes. If my hips had simply moved before they were working overtime by then. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him inside me, deep inside me, over and over again until neither of us could remember our names without the other screaming it out. He was as lost as I was until my hands moved to unfasten my pants. “No,” he ground out and I could hear that it cost him dearly. “They could come.” “So could we,” I reasoned twisting to kiss him and for a moment he forgot the danger and tried to swallow me whole. I’m not sure what did it, if it was my hunger for him or his for me. Maybe it had simply been the fact that it seemed like a `heat of the moment` thing and he thought perhaps he’d never get another chance to make it happen but he gave in and started undoing my pants himself. Gods but his hands were so hot and I almost lost it before he ever got around to working them down but I wanted him too damn bad to give in that easily. It occurred to me somewhere in there that I had wanted him for a long damn time, I just hadn’t recognized it until it was; pardon the pun, poking me in the ass. He’d always been special to me but until that moment I always thought it was in the best friend kind of way. I suppose it still was but it was more than that now and I wanted it to keep getting deeper until he was permanently embedded inside me. He tried, honestly he did but it wasn’t long, not long at all, before his rapturous invasion left us both clamoring for fruition, our bodies utterly spent as he rocked us quietly in the dark and I did my best to try and remember how to breathe. His arms were still wrapped around me in a desperate embrace, my vision still sparkling with stars as he labored for air near my ear and I felt my heart skip several beats when he softly whispered, “I love you.” I know he felt it too, because he was still buried to the hilt inside me and I could feel his pulse quicken in response, the tightening of his arms telling me he wished he hadn’t said it and I suddenly understood. “Is it ok if I love you, too?” I chuckled and was rewarded with another fierce hug and a kiss that threatened to suffocate me before he got his fill. “You don’t have to say that just because I did,” he informed me but I was sort of busy concentrating on easing him out of me gently at the time. “I know,” I sighed once he was clear and I ripped the pocket off my shirt to clean up the mess with. It was so freaking weird to have him seeping out of me like that I couldn’t stop the giggles but I suppose I was still just a little high. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” he asked but there was no accusation in it. “Stupid, I guess,” I shrugged while he helped me fix my pants. “I just didn’t realize it till…” I finished that thought by turning to smile at him and he kissed me again. “I can’t believe we just did it in a garbage can,” he laughed and I snorted against his lips. “Not exactly you’re run of the mill cherry popping story,” I agreed but didn’t get the laugh. “You’ve never…?” he asked sounding all together odd all of a sudden. “Have now,” I laughed trying to keep the mood light for him but the thought that he probably had cut pretty deep. He laid my fears to rest with five words I will never forget. “I’m glad it was you.” Then he kissed me and I relished it even more because I understood I was the only one he had ever given this gift. We napped a little more after that but things seemed much less stressful and when the repair crew finally did show up sometime the next day we were well rested enough that when the door opened it took less effort to subdue them that it did to get our cramping limbs moving and out of there. We called in some down time after that and spent a week holed up in a mountain cabin getting to know each other a little better. Ok, a lot better and by the time we each went our separate ways he had planned out our lives for the next fifty years or so. I wanted to remind him that we might not see seventeen but he wasn’t having any of it. We both understood the `if we survive` equation of our strange relationship but somehow I knew, even then, that we’d make it work and you know what? We did. owari :)
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