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Heero's Week, random scene
@_@ I was supposed to write the next chapter, and I did write a few pages, but there was no sex and I wanted hot sex but not duo!sex. Then Trowa said he wouldn't mind some making out and since my Trowa muse makes itself so scarce usually an I didn't want to scare it away, here it is. It's happening a little while after the last chapter I posted, and obviously after several long, hard, sweaty 2x1 scenes XD
Just be warned i do not like the beginning because i wrote it last and i was sleeeepy, and also there are things i wasn't sure of the names, so I'll check later (or you can be nice and tell me what I probably meant when you catch weird stuff :p )
+Saturday morning+
Despite the protests of his ass, sore from having been ridden by Duo all night, Heero went to the hangar to check on the Gundams before they left. The pilots were all claiming that they would be fine and didn't need a fifth pilot for such a mission, but he couldn't help but worry a little. He didn't like being left behind to wait. He felt like... like... Like a soldier's little wife, told not to worry her pretty head while her man was doing a man's work. Or something; he really should never have opened that old book he'd found in the attic. It was full of nonsense.
And they were still leaving without him. Dammit.
Wufei was already inside his own gundam, only waiting for the signal. Duo sent him a cheerful wave, and Quatre didn't see him, concentrated on his readouts. As for Trowa, he wasn't in sight so Heero climbed up the scaffolding and checked the other side.
He nearly collided with Trowa, who was coming back to the side of the cockpit door. He was, like the others, wearing his skintight black flying suit, but Heero hadn't gotten to see any of them up close and he had to admit he was now able to appreciate the suit on more than a practical angle.
He stepped back to let Trowa walk past him, but instead the taller boy caught his wrist and pulled him back from where he'd been, whirled him around properly, and pulled him into a surprise hug, complete with pelvis grind. Startled, he tensed, but didn't dare resist; the gangway was narrow and not the best place to move to hurriedly.
"You're already wired, aren't you?" he asked wearily. There was a glint in Trowa's eyes that meant rising battle lust, even though the rest of his face looked as unmoved as always.
"You think?" replied Trowa, his hands already running along Heero's arms. His long fingers were covered by the suit's gloves and the effect was a little different from what he was used to.
"My ass hurts. I'm not having sex with you," he warned him sternly anyway.
Trowa laughed softly. "I just want to make out a little. Would be a pain to get out of the suit anyway."
"Make out...?"
"Touch, fondle, grope..." the green-eyed pilot replied, his body undulating gently against Heero's, his fingertips following the dips and curves of his shoulders with teasing softness.
Sighing in surrender, Heero relaxed a little. He didn't mind being touched like that any longer; with the intensive hug treatment he'd received it would have been surprising. His hand rose, resting on a bony hip; all the encouragement Trowa needed. Heero offered his neck wordlessly when Trowa's lips sought it out, and when he retreated, cheek against cheek, it was almost a reflex to turn his head, just a little, and catch his lips.
Trowa allowed it, but Heero could feel him tense up, and frowned, puzzled.
"Barton?"
The green-eye teen watched him for a few seconds, expressionless, then shook his head.
"Nothing... I just didn't think you'd want me to kiss you."
"I don't mind," Heero replied, puzzled. Sure it was still a bi weird to him, but he didn't mind. Hell, he'd even learned to grow aroused from Duo's tongue fucking his mouth, since it obviously promised a real fucking soon after. "Why? Should I?"
"Well... When it's just sex, guys usually don't like to kiss," Trowa replied, his breath warm on Heero's cheek.
"mm... why?"
"... Usually... Depends on the guy and how it's done, but with macho guys it means it's more than just no-strings-attached sex."
Heero would have asked if Trowa thought of himself as macho, or maybe apologized, but then the other boy was kissing him anyway, long fingers drawing little circles on his hips, on the small of his back-- tongue caressing his lips, flicking between them, and he kissed back, growling in warning.
"Hands. No lower," he hissed before nipping at Trowa's chin.
Barton groaned quietly, pressing their hips together, his hands kneading Heero's back. "Ass still hurts?"
"... Hell yes." The shorn hair at the back of Trowa's head was soft, a little like velvet, or a young animal's fur. Nice. The way the kissing and rubbing changed --intensified-- when he started petting -- better.
"Maxwell... selfish... thoughtless--nnnh...."
"... yes..."
Trowa's neck was level with his mouth, so he started mouthing the suit, chewing on the cloth to make it wet as his nose and hair tickled Trowa's jaw. He couldn't really have said why, except maybe that it was fun and he felt like it; as he had learned, that was all the reason things like that needed. He was still vaguely aware that it was his week, not Trowa's, and so he let the taller boy press him back against the cold metal of his gundam, let him lean over him, against him, wrap his arms around his waist. But he couldn't keep his growls quiet.
"Something wrong, Heero?" Trowa asked; his breath, his lips, were directly on his ear.
"The second it's my week, you'll be the one to get backed up against things," he promised, and started to nibble on the bare skin just under Trowa's jaw.
Trowa leaned against him even harder, his hands running up and down his spine strongly. It warmed him, made him hug back that much tighter. He liked the feel of Trowa's lean muscles, his hipbones poking just under his waist, their chests and flat bellies and groins pressed together. He was strong --dangerous -- but triggered none of Heero's usual alarms, and he was warm and with just enough cushioning over these muscles, and the warmth his erection radiated could be felt even through the suit, and the way their thighs tensed, pushed against each other--
Then he was cold and there was nothing but the metal behind him to press against.
"Why did you stop?" he protested-- asked. He was just... Curious. Not annoyed. Bastard.
"I fly better when I'm on edge," Trowa replied with a low, rough chuckle that made a shiver run up his spine. "That and we don't have any time left. Think of me when you wank," he added, in a tone Heero had learned to recognize as teasing.
"But I plan to," he replied matter-of-fact, hiding his vindicated feeling when Trowa's breath hitched and he paused, still only half in his cockpit. Score one for Heero Yuy. "Get in your seat, Barton, or are you planning on starting your week early?" he asked, giving his butt a little tap.
There was a funny clonk as Trowa's head hit the metal, and he swore in Spanish, but seeing as he was laughing at the same time, Heero wasn't too worried he'd crossed a line or got him to give himself a concussion.
"I created a monster," the green-eyed boy complained under his breath. "Get your poor bruised ass off the bridge, Yuy, unless you plan on hitching a ride to the battlefield."
The door closed slowly and Heero jumped off the bridge, making sure to walk in his usual confident stalk. He wasn't about to let Trowa regain points by letting said bruising bother him.
That and he was sure Trowa was watching his ass walk away.
Just be warned i do not like the beginning because i wrote it last and i was sleeeepy, and also there are things i wasn't sure of the names, so I'll check later (or you can be nice and tell me what I probably meant when you catch weird stuff :p )
+Saturday morning+
Despite the protests of his ass, sore from having been ridden by Duo all night, Heero went to the hangar to check on the Gundams before they left. The pilots were all claiming that they would be fine and didn't need a fifth pilot for such a mission, but he couldn't help but worry a little. He didn't like being left behind to wait. He felt like... like... Like a soldier's little wife, told not to worry her pretty head while her man was doing a man's work. Or something; he really should never have opened that old book he'd found in the attic. It was full of nonsense.
And they were still leaving without him. Dammit.
Wufei was already inside his own gundam, only waiting for the signal. Duo sent him a cheerful wave, and Quatre didn't see him, concentrated on his readouts. As for Trowa, he wasn't in sight so Heero climbed up the scaffolding and checked the other side.
He nearly collided with Trowa, who was coming back to the side of the cockpit door. He was, like the others, wearing his skintight black flying suit, but Heero hadn't gotten to see any of them up close and he had to admit he was now able to appreciate the suit on more than a practical angle.
He stepped back to let Trowa walk past him, but instead the taller boy caught his wrist and pulled him back from where he'd been, whirled him around properly, and pulled him into a surprise hug, complete with pelvis grind. Startled, he tensed, but didn't dare resist; the gangway was narrow and not the best place to move to hurriedly.
"You're already wired, aren't you?" he asked wearily. There was a glint in Trowa's eyes that meant rising battle lust, even though the rest of his face looked as unmoved as always.
"You think?" replied Trowa, his hands already running along Heero's arms. His long fingers were covered by the suit's gloves and the effect was a little different from what he was used to.
"My ass hurts. I'm not having sex with you," he warned him sternly anyway.
Trowa laughed softly. "I just want to make out a little. Would be a pain to get out of the suit anyway."
"Make out...?"
"Touch, fondle, grope..." the green-eyed pilot replied, his body undulating gently against Heero's, his fingertips following the dips and curves of his shoulders with teasing softness.
Sighing in surrender, Heero relaxed a little. He didn't mind being touched like that any longer; with the intensive hug treatment he'd received it would have been surprising. His hand rose, resting on a bony hip; all the encouragement Trowa needed. Heero offered his neck wordlessly when Trowa's lips sought it out, and when he retreated, cheek against cheek, it was almost a reflex to turn his head, just a little, and catch his lips.
Trowa allowed it, but Heero could feel him tense up, and frowned, puzzled.
"Barton?"
The green-eye teen watched him for a few seconds, expressionless, then shook his head.
"Nothing... I just didn't think you'd want me to kiss you."
"I don't mind," Heero replied, puzzled. Sure it was still a bi weird to him, but he didn't mind. Hell, he'd even learned to grow aroused from Duo's tongue fucking his mouth, since it obviously promised a real fucking soon after. "Why? Should I?"
"Well... When it's just sex, guys usually don't like to kiss," Trowa replied, his breath warm on Heero's cheek.
"mm... why?"
"... Usually... Depends on the guy and how it's done, but with macho guys it means it's more than just no-strings-attached sex."
Heero would have asked if Trowa thought of himself as macho, or maybe apologized, but then the other boy was kissing him anyway, long fingers drawing little circles on his hips, on the small of his back-- tongue caressing his lips, flicking between them, and he kissed back, growling in warning.
"Hands. No lower," he hissed before nipping at Trowa's chin.
Barton groaned quietly, pressing their hips together, his hands kneading Heero's back. "Ass still hurts?"
"... Hell yes." The shorn hair at the back of Trowa's head was soft, a little like velvet, or a young animal's fur. Nice. The way the kissing and rubbing changed --intensified-- when he started petting -- better.
"Maxwell... selfish... thoughtless--nnnh...."
"... yes..."
Trowa's neck was level with his mouth, so he started mouthing the suit, chewing on the cloth to make it wet as his nose and hair tickled Trowa's jaw. He couldn't really have said why, except maybe that it was fun and he felt like it; as he had learned, that was all the reason things like that needed. He was still vaguely aware that it was his week, not Trowa's, and so he let the taller boy press him back against the cold metal of his gundam, let him lean over him, against him, wrap his arms around his waist. But he couldn't keep his growls quiet.
"Something wrong, Heero?" Trowa asked; his breath, his lips, were directly on his ear.
"The second it's my week, you'll be the one to get backed up against things," he promised, and started to nibble on the bare skin just under Trowa's jaw.
Trowa leaned against him even harder, his hands running up and down his spine strongly. It warmed him, made him hug back that much tighter. He liked the feel of Trowa's lean muscles, his hipbones poking just under his waist, their chests and flat bellies and groins pressed together. He was strong --dangerous -- but triggered none of Heero's usual alarms, and he was warm and with just enough cushioning over these muscles, and the warmth his erection radiated could be felt even through the suit, and the way their thighs tensed, pushed against each other--
Then he was cold and there was nothing but the metal behind him to press against.
"Why did you stop?" he protested-- asked. He was just... Curious. Not annoyed. Bastard.
"I fly better when I'm on edge," Trowa replied with a low, rough chuckle that made a shiver run up his spine. "That and we don't have any time left. Think of me when you wank," he added, in a tone Heero had learned to recognize as teasing.
"But I plan to," he replied matter-of-fact, hiding his vindicated feeling when Trowa's breath hitched and he paused, still only half in his cockpit. Score one for Heero Yuy. "Get in your seat, Barton, or are you planning on starting your week early?" he asked, giving his butt a little tap.
There was a funny clonk as Trowa's head hit the metal, and he swore in Spanish, but seeing as he was laughing at the same time, Heero wasn't too worried he'd crossed a line or got him to give himself a concussion.
"I created a monster," the green-eyed boy complained under his breath. "Get your poor bruised ass off the bridge, Yuy, unless you plan on hitching a ride to the battlefield."
The door closed slowly and Heero jumped off the bridge, making sure to walk in his usual confident stalk. He wasn't about to let Trowa regain points by letting said bruising bother him.
That and he was sure Trowa was watching his ass walk away.
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