| Bored
Duo's violet gaze was riveted to the ceiling of the motel room as
he
counted the cracks in the plaster, listening to the soft clicking
of
Heero's fingers as they moved over the keyboard. There was a short
pause
in the typing and Duo sat up quickly. "Hee-rooo... I'm bored!" he
whined
for the umpteenth time that evening.
"So do something," Heero replied without turning around as he resumed
typing.
Duo swung his legs over the edge of the bed, "But I can't go anywhere
fun."
"Go get us some dinner," Heero turned around to face the braided,
fidgeting pilot. "There are a couple of fastfood places down the
street."
"But I don't have any money." Duo pouted, sticking out his lower
lip and
tugging on his braid.
Heero stared at the full lower lip a moment before answering. He
reached
into his black spandex shorts and produced a wad of bills. Duo's
eyes
widened, "Sure, why not? He can keep a gun down there, why not money?"
He laughed and snatched the bills from Heero's hand, pressing a
kiss to
the blue-eyed pilot's cheek before bounding to the door, braid swishing
across his backside. Heero stare, appreciating the show without
letting
it show on his face.
Duo paused in the doorway and flashed Heero a smile, "Don't miss
me too
much!"
"Baka," Heero muttered. Duo's grin only brightened as he bounced
out the
door. He walked until confronted with the eateries Heero had mentioned.
"Hmmm... Taco Bell or Crystal?" His gaze darted back and forth before
settling on one. "Taco Bell it is. I'm not drunk enough to eat Crystal
burgers." He ordered a large quantity of soft tacos, a Mexican Pizza,
cinnamon twists, and three of the largest Mountain Dews. On his
way back
to the hotel he stopped at a convince store and bought a double-handful
of Pixie Stix.
When he returned, Heero was in the shower. Duo opened the door a
crack
and hollered in, "Food's here!" He heard the sound of someone slipping,
a
muttered curse, and, "Duo, I'm going to kill you." Duo giggled then
settled down on his bed and opened the lid of one soda. He poured
in a
few Pixie Stix. He then tore into the food, inhaling half the Mexican
Pizza and several tacos before Heero emerged. His first sugar-shocked
soda was almost gone. Heero wore nothing but a pair of white cotton
boxers. Duo whistled, "Lookin' good Yuy!" Heero just glared then
began
to eat.
Duo slurped down the last of his Mountain Dew and moved onto a second.
He
poured in more Pixie Stix. "What are you doing?" Heero asked flatly.
"Nothin'," Duo flashed his most innocent look. The Japanese pilot
began
to worry. That look, that tone were *too* innocent. But, he kept
on
eating, keeping a wary eye on Duo as the American pilot scarfed
down the
last of his food and soda.
"Heero, I'm bored," the braided one complained when Heero returned
to the
laptop.
"Hn."
Duo began to bounce on the bed, "Oh Heee-roo..." Said pilot ignored
him.
Duo bounced some more, then tried again.
"Duo- shut up."
"But Heero," he bounced off the bed and over to the desk. "I'm BORED!"
He leaned over Heero's shoulder, "Wha'cha doin'?" His braid hung
over
Heero's shoulder, brushing against his cheek. Heero grabbed the
braid and
yanked Duo's face close to his own. "Duo-" the rest was cut off
as Duo
pressed his lips to Heero's. He darted his tongue into the open
mouth.
Then, Duo pulled away quickly, causing his braid to be yanked rather
painfully. "Ow! Heero, I'm sooo sorry! I don't know-"
"Duo, shut up."
"But-"
"Is this the only way you'll stop talking?" There was a strange gleam
in
Heero's eyes as he pulled Duo close. He leaned in and kissed the
violet-eyed American. When Heero released him, Duo looked up, stunned.
"Heero, why?"
The Japanese pilot smirked, "It worked didn't it?" His eyes had lost
their customary coldness.
"Why you..." Duo sputtered as he stalked angrily back to his bed
where he
sat fidgeting. Heero's eyes never left his fellow pilot.
"Why did *you*?" Heero asked after a long, tense moment.
Duo shrugged, "I dunno."
Heero walked over to the bed and loomed over the other youth, "Duo."
Duo looked up into the cobalt blue eyes. "Because I've wanted to,"
his
hands gripped his braid nervously. Heero pried Duo's fingers off
the
braid and took it into his own hands. The other shifted, nerves
and too
much sugar making him more antsy than usual. Heero pulled up firmly
on
the braid, causing Duo to stand. Heero dropped his hands to Duo's
arms
and yanked him close, kissing him roughly. The kiss was long and
passionate, tongues warring for dominance. When they finally parted,
both
were panting.
"H-Heero," Duo murmured, bringing his fingertips to brush over his
bruised
lips.
Heero smirked, "Still bored?"
Duo grinned wickedly, "Not for much longer." Then he tackled Heero,
sending him sprawling across the other bed. He sat on Heero's chest
and
took his earlobe into his mouth, nibbling and licking it. Heero
squirmed
beneath him and... giggled?
"Heero 'the Perfect Soldier' Yuy!" Duo said after releasing the other's
ear. "You giggled!"
"I did not," was the flat reply.
"Did too!"
"No, I did *not*."
Duo smirked, "Fine, you didn't. But let's see what happens when I
do
*this*!" He tickled the end of his braid lightly over Heero's chest.
Nothing. He tried Heero's side. Still nothing. Tickling his neck
yielded no response either.
"Duo, what are you trying to do?"
Said boy flashed a "who me?" look. "Nothin'..." He moved the braid
to
Heero's ear. He squirmed, but made no sound. 'You're not getting
off
that easily,' Duo thought to himself as he dropped the braid and
replaced
it with his lips. This time he *knew* he heard it. "You giggled!"
Heero's response was unexpected. He grabbed Duo's waist and pushed
the
youth to the side and rolled on top of him. He smirked, "Now let's
see
who giggles." He stripped the squirming Duo down to his smiley-face
print
boxers in record time. With the smirk still firmly in place, Heero's
fingers began to dance lightly over Duo's chest, sides, and neck.
Duo
collapsed into gasping laughter, thrashing under Heero.
"H-Heero...stop......please......" Finally, the
blue-eyed
pilot relented, resting his hands on Duo's chest. "Who giggled?"
Duo replied sulkily, "No one."
"Hn," Heero smirked. Soon his lips replaced his hands on Duo's chest,
planting moist kisses over the boy's skinny chest. He paused over
a
nipple, laving it. Duo groaned. Heero's mouth turned it's attention
to
the other nipple before moving his lips down Duo's body. His tongue
swirled around the braided pilot's navel and continued it's trek
southward. Heero's mouth closed over Duo's stiff cock.
Duo gasped as pleasure shot from his groin through his body, to his
brain.
He curled his fingers in Heero's shaggy hair as the other youth
swallowed
him to the hilt. Duo whimpered as Heero drew back, not quite releasing
his erection. The whimper brought a smile to Heero's lips before
he
swallowed the other again. Duo bucked his hips, trying to force
himself
deeper into that moist warmth. Finally, when he could take no more,
Duo's
seed exploded into Heero's mouth. He swallowed it all down, revelling
in
Duo's taste.
Heero release Duo's cock and climbed on top of Shinigami's pilot.
He
pressed his lips to Duo's. Duo could taste himself on Heero's lips..
his
hands traced light patterns over Heero's thighs as they moved upwards.
He
grasped Wing's pilot's erection and gave it a tug. Heero groaned
and Duo
pumped again. "Heero, I know you want me..." Duo's hand stroked
once
more.
"Mission...accepted," Heero panted.
"There's some lotion in my bag," Duo instructed. Heero quirked an
eyebrow. "How else am I gonna keep these hands soft?" Heero just
shook
his head, smiling lightly and reached for the black duffel bag which
sat
on the floor beside the bed. He rummaged around until he found the
bottle. He squeezed a generous amount into his palm and dragged
one
finger through it. He looked into Duo's eyes, questioning. "I'm
sure,"
Duo said. Heero stretched and lubed the other pilot then spread
lotion on
himself before pressing into the tight opening. He let the other
adjust
to him before moving deeply inside Duo. Their love making started
out at
a slow pace, but before long, they were thrusting madly against
each
other. Duo came first and his tightening muscles threw Heero over
the
edge.
Afterwards, Duo lay curled against Heero, his head resting on Wing's
pilot's chest. Heero's fingers of one hand were curled loosely around
Duo's braid. Duo snickered quietly.
"What?" Heero asked sleepily.
Duo tilted his head up to look at Heero. "I should get bored more
often,"
he pressed a quick kiss to Heero's lips.
"Go to sleep, baka," Heero replied with an affectionate squeeze.
"Oyasumi, koi," Duo murmured as sleep overtook him.
"Oyasumi, Duo." |