Notes: This is only my second real lemon, so be gentle, please. ^__^
LAST WARNING: This chapter is a LEMON, which is two guys having sex. Don't like? Don't read.
Endless Summer Part 8
Dutch Courage and Pipeline Ecstasy
Duo awoke to the sight of the stars. A billion stars over his head. The sky seemed to go on forever, infinite in every direction. He could hear the surf close by, the liquid heartbeat of the planet, trying to lull him back to sleep. The booze was trying to gnaw into his brain already, but he could barely feel it.
"Huh... Heero...?"
Heero was suddenly leaning over him, a strong figure in the shadows, a movement in the dying firelight from further on down the beach.
"Heero! Hey Heero, this is a good dream..."
"Shh, Duo," Heero whispered, sitting down next to him. The lei was still around Heero's neck, but Duo had a feeling if Heero remembered it was there, he would toss it away. Duo hoped he wouldn't remember. His own lei was gone, although who knew where. Probably floating in the surf. He was wet, as if someone had splashed him.
"You're not dreaming."
"Sure I am," Duo slurred. "Trust me. There's still blood on the car seats. There was broken glass everywhere. They nev... never saw it comin', you know? Come here, Heero, I'll tell you. I didn't get a scratch... not a fuckin' scratch!" He started to sit up, but Heero pushed him back down firmly onto the sand.
"Be quiet, Duo."
"I'm asleep, fast asleep. You know it, right bud?"
"Sure, Duo. Fast asleep, Close your eyes."
"Nope. I'm fast asleep, so I can do this. It's all just a dream, anyway..." Duo grabbed Heero by the lei and pulled him down. The Japanese surfer toppled forward bracing himself with his hands in the sand on either side of Duo's chest, to keep himself from falling on the braided boy.
Duo was leaning up. Kissing him. Duo's arm was hooked around his neck, and Heero could taste sweet rum from Duo's kiss. Without thinking, he opened his mouth in surrender, lying across Duo as he relaxed his arms. Duo's tongue stroked the roof of his mouth, gently. Heero met the kiss fervently.
It wasn't Duo's other hand, which was running up the muscles of his back, pushing up his shirt, that brought him back to his senses. It was his own hand, questing over Duo's flat, tanned stomach.
// What in the hell am I doing? //
Suddenly, Heero pulled back, breath ragged. "You're drunk, Duo."
The braided boy laughed, breathing just as hard. "I know. How else do you think I got the courage?"
"You don't know what you're doing."
"Sure I do. I'm kissing Heero Yuy." The braided boy sat up and pushed Heero back into the sand. Heero was so surprised, he didn't have time to react. The braided boy was leaning over him, peering into his face in the dark. "You are Heero Yuy, aren't you?"
Heero scowled, as if he wasn't quite exactly sure the answer to the question. "Yes."
"Then I know exactly what I'm doing." Duo leaned over him again, sweet rum breath against his lips. He grabbed at Heero's shirt, unbuttoning the buttons and pulling it away.
Heero gave up arguing. He hadn't really wanted to argue to begin with.
They were just two rustling figures on the dunes among others, far enough from the bonfire to keep from being happened upon, near enough to feel the dying fire. Duo's skin was warm from the fire and the alcohol, and Heero arched up into that heat as the braided boy's mouth closed on one of his nipples.
He pushed Duo over again, taking the lead, leaned over and could hear him, Duo's breath like a warm wind against his throat, wordless whispers as he dragged Duo's mouth back up to his, all tongues and lips and nipping teeth.
"Home... bed... not here..." Heero whispered, biting gently at Duo's neck. "People might see."
"Mm... you're the boss," Duo mumbled, fingers tangled in his hair. He let out a soft little laugh. "But I don't think I can walk."
"I'll carry you." Heero swept Duo into his arms. Duo felt himself pressed between arms that felt as strong as steel bands and a chest of iron enfolded in silk. He leaned against the Japanese boy, feeling the warm skin of Heero's chest against his cheek.
By the time they were back to Heero's house, the braided surfer had passed out again. Baka was sleeping on the front porch, and he didn't even lift his head as the two surfers went into the house. But his tail wagged in his sleep. Gently.
~*~
"Bastard! Fucking bastard!"
Heero sat outside on the toilet lid and listened as Duo sputtered and cursed under the freezing shower. The naked boy fumbled for the controls, turning it off. He stuck his head past the shower curtain, and if looks could kill, Heero knew he would be one dead boarder.
"You goddamned motherfucking-"
Heero came forward and put one hand gently over Duo's mouth. "Don't say anything you're going to regret in the morning, Duo. The shower was to make sure you don't do anything you're going to regret in the morning. And because you've had a lot to drink."
Duo quieted. When Heero pulled his hand away, the braided boy was crouched against the wall of the shower, shuddering with cold. His clothes were stripped and lying in a rumpled pile by the bathroom door.
Heero held a towel to him, and Duo jerked it out of his grasp, wrapping in it and shivering fitfully.
"Better?"
"Bastard," Duo repeated softly.
Heero's voice was tired and resigned. "I know. I'll get you something clean to wear." He went into his bedroom to get a baggy tee-shirt and some boxers.
He was about to turn around and take them back to Duo when the naked boy spun him around. Duo was still wet from the shower, and his body was covered in goosebumps. He leaned in, pressing their bodies together, and kissed Heero lightly, a brush of lips, but the gesture made something hot uncoil and jerk in Heero's stomach.
"Heero... you got me all damned cold now, the least you could do is warm me up..."
Heero dropped the clothes and took Duo's face in his hands. "Tell me to leave, and I'll leave, Duo."
Duo sighed, and to Heero it sounded suspiciously like a sob. The Californian buried his face against Heero's chest, his cheek against the crook between Heero's neck and shoulder. "Please... please don't go..."
"Okay, Duo," he whispered, kissing the top of Duo's head softly. "...Okay." He raised Duo's head and kissed again, tentatively, and pushed the braided boy back on the bed. Duo's hands fumbled for the button of his jeans. "Take them off... take them off, Heero..."
Heero pulled Duo to him, feeling Duo hard and firm against his stomach. He kissed Duo's chest, watching as Duo leaned his head back and closed his eyes, fingers tangled in the sheets of the bed. He ran his tongue along Duo's neck and tasted cold water from the shower, and salt from sweat. Duo locked his hands behind Heero's neck, arching against him. Heero made a soft sound low in his throat.
Duo's hand was in between his legs. Taking him. Heero gasped, shuddering. "D-Duo... what-"
"Shhh..." The movement of Duo's hand was slow and leisurely, sending Heero into a pleasure- filled haze where the whole night seemed surreal. Heero grabbed Duo's hand, stilling it, looking into Duo's eyes.
"Not like that. I want you."
Duo looked back up at him for a moment silently at the unspoken question, eyes dilated from darkness and desire, then let out a soft sound that was between a moan and a sigh. "Okay. Yeah, like that. Okay, Heero. But hurry the hell up. I have some in my bag in the kitchen. The backpack. Front pocket."
Heero stood up and went into the kitchen, searching through the backpack. Water bottle, sunscreen, paraffin for his board, passports, wallet, and then the tube he had been looking for. He grabbed it and headed back to the bedroom.
Duo was lying across the bed with his hair in a damp curtain across the pillows, sprawled across the bed. Heero thought he looked gorgeous, an angel washed up on shore like a piece of driftwood.
Heero kissed Duo, and when he went to prepare the other boy, there was a spot, a certain spot that Duo's fingers guided him to. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but Duo was warm there. Very warm and tight, and when he touched that certain spot, Duo thrashed on the bed, crying out, but not in pain.
Duo whispered in his ear, lips tickling his skin. "Go slow, Heero. Go slow."
Heero went slow. When he raised the boy's knees up and pressed himself into Duo, Duo hissed a little, biting his lip, but then leaned up and kissed Heero... kissed the pain away. The heat of Duo was feverish, as if he had never been thrown into a cold shower less than half an hour before. It was like trying to embrace a fire. He could feel Duo's heartbeat against his skin.
Heero stayed perfectly still for a moment, afraid that he was going to finish right there, it was so tight and hot and perfect. He stayed there, shaking softly, trying to hold himself back. Duo reached up and touched his lips with one finger, and Heero sighed against it. But then Duo began to move impatiently under him, and he slowly began to move, too. He moved slowly, until it seemed like there was nothing in the night but the stars overhead like diamonds on a jeweler's felt and that lazy, hard rocking.
But then Duo was moaning, and Duo's fingers dug into his back, and Duo's hips moving up against him, meeting his thrusts. And then Heero couldn't go slow. There wasn't any way. He was ice-cold, he didn't make mistakes, and he was in control, but he was human, and here, in this dark place with nothing but whispers and heat in the dark, no one could go slow.
Duo's lips were all over his mouth and his chin and his jaw, and he whispered Heero's name like he was praying, like it was a litany. He was breathing in erratic pants, and Heero could hear his own breath echoing Duo's.
There was another moaning too, not just Duo, and it took Heero a minute or two to figure out that the person making that deep, longing noise was him. Somewhere, out on the beach, he heard the surf, and the noise of it echoed their rocking, until they became just another part of the scenery.
Then Duo stiffened, stifling a scream by biting down on Heero's shoulder, and the space between them was suddenly hot and slick. Heero followed him over the edge and into ecstasy; his last coherent thought as he came was that the light reminded him of being in the pipeline, sunlight shining through the ocean.
TBC...
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