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complication (GW, 1x2x5, second tidbit)
Way shorter this time, because i am lazy and only wrote like a little page. I am sorry. But tomorrow I can start on the second day and work on getting duo in.
Haven't re-read it, so if you spot mistakes blahblahblah you know the drill.
Around him, the sounds of breathing were slowing down, and behind, he could hear the sea against the cliff, rolling and breaking and rolling again...
As he was about to fall asleep, a hand slipped through the open zipper of his sleeping bag, mapping his chest roughly. Heero tried not to jump or yelp, but it was hard. The zipper was tugged down slowly, silently, and the hand continued its travels.
Wufei's palm was rough from handling guns and swords and Gundam controls, and he had to bite his lip when it rubbed against his nipple in little circles, making it stiffen. Then the same treatment was applied to his other nipple as he tried to keep from moving.
It was hard to stay on his back; he wanted to roll over to face Wufei, but he didn't want Duo to wake up and wonder what was going on. He had a feeling things wouldn't go well. Duo would be either embarrassed or angry, Wufei would be... the same, though not for the same reasons, and he wouldn't get felt up. This would be bad.
Wufei's hand was now following the edge of his ribcage, testing his abdominal muscles. Heero shivered when his fingertips found his bellybutton, and reached out. Wufei was on his side, facing him. Heero wasn't at a good angle to use the inside of his hand, so he used the back, letting his knuckles caress his cheek, run down his chest, rub his side gently. They hadn't done that before, they'd never touched each other so freely. He was a little miffed that Wufei got to touch his bare upper body and he had to feel his shape through his shirt and the thick sleeping bag. To avenge himself, he ran the back of his hand quickly over Wufei's groin and let his fingers unfold against the dip his thighs made where they touched. Wufei's fingers clenched slightly, digging into his muscles, but he didn't mind because that meant he was affecting him. He let his hand rest where it was, his wrist just barely brushing against the suspicious bulge in the material and his fingers rubbing innocently against his inner thighs.
The hand on his stomach slipped down, and before he could fully realize what was going to happen, questing fingers had pushed under the waistband of his shorts and were feeling down his penis. He bit down on his free hand to muffle his little moan/groan of pleasure, his own hand pressing more snugly against the bulge. He felt Wufei squirm a little, heard his sleeping bag's zipper being lowered, and didn't lose any time slipping his hand in.
Wufei's pants were annoying, especially since he couldn't figure out how they closed, and he ended up rubbing and fondling him a lot through them -- at least they were thin -- as he tried to find a solution that wouldn't involve Wufei being angry because he'd ruined them. Finally he found the drawstrings and freed them.
No underwear. Well, he decided after a second of shock, he didn't mind. He didn't wear any either, though it mostly was because spandex shorts and underwear could be considered a bit redundant. In Wufei's large, floaty pants, it made for easy access.
Wufei's cock was a little different from his, more veins, less hair, a little thicker, but certainly not enough to prevent him from figuring out what to do with it. Even though the hand on his own groin was making it difficult to concentrate -- hell, it was almost impossible to settle on a rhythm. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his hips still. He could feel warm breath in his neck and it almost made him whimper, but he remembered that Duo was there in time to smother the sound.
There was a rustle of fabric on his other side as Duo moved sleepily, and they both froze. Heero stopped breathing, feeling Wufei's erection twitch in his hand and the tension in his body. He understood the reaction. Objectively, there was nothing so terrible that Duo could do if he woke up and caught them, but somehow, having to keep perfectly quiet less they were discovered was exciting.
Duo settled down on his side, back to them, and Wufei let out a long, warm breath, incidentally on his ear and neck. Heero shivered. This felt nice. He tightened his hold, and was rewarded by Wufei's thumb rubbing against his head. They started pumping each other's erection, with a little more urgency behind the gestures. No more time for careful explorations. Heero wanted to come. From the way Wufei was handling him, he wanted the same.
A short minute later, he got his wish. By some miracle he didn't make any sound-- but then it was probably that he'd stopped breathing. He realized that his back had arched off the sand and relaxed, shivering when Wufei's hand brushed against his stomach then left his sleeping bag. He was a little cold now.
Wufei was still hard in his fist, and for some reason he felt bad. Wufei's hands closed around his, speeding up his motion. The back of his hand was wet now from Wufei's touch, but he didn't mind so much. And a few seconds later, his palm and his inner wrist were wet too, a warm, kind of thick wetness that slid slowly on his skin. He listened to Wufei's slowing breath and abandoned his hand to him when his -- teammate? friend? lover? -- started cleaning it gently. Next time he slept beside Wufei, he noted absently for himself, he would think of keeping Kleenex too. He closed his eyes, letting Wufei wipe his hand and wrist clean with slow, precise gestures. He couldn't call the way he patted his skin dry and unfolded his fingers tender, only careful at the most, and yet, coming from Wufei, somehow it made him want to smile in a way even the hand down his pants couldn't have provoked.
Haven't re-read it, so if you spot mistakes blahblahblah you know the drill.
Around him, the sounds of breathing were slowing down, and behind, he could hear the sea against the cliff, rolling and breaking and rolling again...
As he was about to fall asleep, a hand slipped through the open zipper of his sleeping bag, mapping his chest roughly. Heero tried not to jump or yelp, but it was hard. The zipper was tugged down slowly, silently, and the hand continued its travels.
Wufei's palm was rough from handling guns and swords and Gundam controls, and he had to bite his lip when it rubbed against his nipple in little circles, making it stiffen. Then the same treatment was applied to his other nipple as he tried to keep from moving.
It was hard to stay on his back; he wanted to roll over to face Wufei, but he didn't want Duo to wake up and wonder what was going on. He had a feeling things wouldn't go well. Duo would be either embarrassed or angry, Wufei would be... the same, though not for the same reasons, and he wouldn't get felt up. This would be bad.
Wufei's hand was now following the edge of his ribcage, testing his abdominal muscles. Heero shivered when his fingertips found his bellybutton, and reached out. Wufei was on his side, facing him. Heero wasn't at a good angle to use the inside of his hand, so he used the back, letting his knuckles caress his cheek, run down his chest, rub his side gently. They hadn't done that before, they'd never touched each other so freely. He was a little miffed that Wufei got to touch his bare upper body and he had to feel his shape through his shirt and the thick sleeping bag. To avenge himself, he ran the back of his hand quickly over Wufei's groin and let his fingers unfold against the dip his thighs made where they touched. Wufei's fingers clenched slightly, digging into his muscles, but he didn't mind because that meant he was affecting him. He let his hand rest where it was, his wrist just barely brushing against the suspicious bulge in the material and his fingers rubbing innocently against his inner thighs.
The hand on his stomach slipped down, and before he could fully realize what was going to happen, questing fingers had pushed under the waistband of his shorts and were feeling down his penis. He bit down on his free hand to muffle his little moan/groan of pleasure, his own hand pressing more snugly against the bulge. He felt Wufei squirm a little, heard his sleeping bag's zipper being lowered, and didn't lose any time slipping his hand in.
Wufei's pants were annoying, especially since he couldn't figure out how they closed, and he ended up rubbing and fondling him a lot through them -- at least they were thin -- as he tried to find a solution that wouldn't involve Wufei being angry because he'd ruined them. Finally he found the drawstrings and freed them.
No underwear. Well, he decided after a second of shock, he didn't mind. He didn't wear any either, though it mostly was because spandex shorts and underwear could be considered a bit redundant. In Wufei's large, floaty pants, it made for easy access.
Wufei's cock was a little different from his, more veins, less hair, a little thicker, but certainly not enough to prevent him from figuring out what to do with it. Even though the hand on his own groin was making it difficult to concentrate -- hell, it was almost impossible to settle on a rhythm. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his hips still. He could feel warm breath in his neck and it almost made him whimper, but he remembered that Duo was there in time to smother the sound.
There was a rustle of fabric on his other side as Duo moved sleepily, and they both froze. Heero stopped breathing, feeling Wufei's erection twitch in his hand and the tension in his body. He understood the reaction. Objectively, there was nothing so terrible that Duo could do if he woke up and caught them, but somehow, having to keep perfectly quiet less they were discovered was exciting.
Duo settled down on his side, back to them, and Wufei let out a long, warm breath, incidentally on his ear and neck. Heero shivered. This felt nice. He tightened his hold, and was rewarded by Wufei's thumb rubbing against his head. They started pumping each other's erection, with a little more urgency behind the gestures. No more time for careful explorations. Heero wanted to come. From the way Wufei was handling him, he wanted the same.
A short minute later, he got his wish. By some miracle he didn't make any sound-- but then it was probably that he'd stopped breathing. He realized that his back had arched off the sand and relaxed, shivering when Wufei's hand brushed against his stomach then left his sleeping bag. He was a little cold now.
Wufei was still hard in his fist, and for some reason he felt bad. Wufei's hands closed around his, speeding up his motion. The back of his hand was wet now from Wufei's touch, but he didn't mind so much. And a few seconds later, his palm and his inner wrist were wet too, a warm, kind of thick wetness that slid slowly on his skin. He listened to Wufei's slowing breath and abandoned his hand to him when his -- teammate? friend? lover? -- started cleaning it gently. Next time he slept beside Wufei, he noted absently for himself, he would think of keeping Kleenex too. He closed his eyes, letting Wufei wipe his hand and wrist clean with slow, precise gestures. He couldn't call the way he patted his skin dry and unfolded his fingers tender, only careful at the most, and yet, coming from Wufei, somehow it made him want to smile in a way even the hand down his pants couldn't have provoked.
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note about square brackets - if Heero is reaching out, follow this with descriptions of what Heero touches/feels with his hand. Following the 'reached out' bit with Wufei's actions confused me into think Heero had wriggled a hand free and was feeling Wufei's face/upper body.
second note: a good rule-of-thumb when doing a scene between two people of the same gender (any scene, really). Use name, then follow with pronouns as long as you're referring to that name mentioned. When you switch to the other person, then use pronouns to refer to that person until you switch back. "Heero thought he'd just borrow Wufei's wrench; he wouldn't mind if Heero did." versus: "Heero thought he'd just borrow Wufei's wrench; Heero didn't think Wufei would mind." Got that?
Heh, yeah, it's a rough rule, but I find it generally works, with a bit of tweaking here and there. And yeah, making out while someone else is sleeping nearby can either be fun or really frickin' nerve-wracking. *snark*
Remember the same pronoun connections apply from paragraph to paragraph, too.
Now, write more!
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*reads again* Still seeing the same thing...is it just me, meaning I should hush, realise it's four in the morning, and slink off to bed? ^^;
*spams Asuka* Mwehe.
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I didn't highlight the paragraph that way because that's what it *does* mean (I have no idea) but to illustrate how one uses name, pronoun, pronoun, name, pronoun pattern to clarify confusion between pronouns. Not because I knew which she actually meant.
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Damn, you're good.
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*tackles* *snogs* ^__^
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....even if nothing else does. @.@ *goes to backtrack some more*