Best Friends and London Pubs Part 2
Heero gulped and decided to move; after all he desperately needed an aspirin. The aching in his head was starting to become a nuisance as he realized the painful throbbing in his bottom had dulled somewhat.
As he moved and tried to get up, his companion groaned something about a guitar and pulled the sheets over their head with a groan. The voice was surprisingly husky, but then, most people's voices were in the morning. Stumbling off the ebony steps that had led to the queen sized bed. Heero frowned, not many girls decorated their room in black and silver. It made sense though, he had never been attracted to those ultra feminine types like Relena. Ugh.
The first door was a closet and he wondered vaguely where his clothes were. The next door led to a huge mirrored bathroom and a memory teased him with the image of himself staring into it as his lover kneeled before him and engulfed him with the warm wet heat of their mouth. Long chestnut hair was held in a rapidly loosening braid and he could see black pants and a shiny red shirt but not a face... never a face. Trying to ignore the response of his cock to the memory of that sensation, he opened the medicine cabinet and popped two Advil.
Noticing some prescriptions, he picked a bottle up and thanked his ninth grade language tutor for making sure he could read every language he spoke. Duo Maxwell, what a funny name to give to your daughter, it didn't sound feminine at all. He had a feeling he had heard that name a long time ago. Something to do with music maybe? His head hurt too much to think about it right now. Stepping in to the shower, he turned on the water and began to work at his lingering problem. Hand caressing over hot flesh, he bit his lip it was almost as if he was unfamiliar with himself. As if he had been expecting to feel someone else's erection beneath his touch.
That was stupid. He had never gone for shower games at school. After all, his nickname was 'The ice prince'. Another snippet came to him quite suddenly. That same husky voice rough with emotion whispering no pleading.
"Come on my Heero... just one more time my love... I need to hear you scream my name when you cum for me again."
With a gasping sob, he followed the remembered words, unaware of violet eyes watching him hungrily from the open doorway.
*****
Duo was young, rich, famous and drop dead gorgeous. He had absolutely no intentions of settling down ever. And then last night had changed his mind irrevocably. He had been at some rave that Wufei had dragged him to. Damn, for an uptight accountant that Chinese boy sure knew how to par-tay. He had been scanning the crowd for his erstwhile friend when a flash of cream had caught his eye. Turning to get a better look he had forgotten how to breathe for the barest of second eyes widening in shock at the scene before him.
On the dance floor staring straight at him in frank invitation was the single most beautiful person he had ever seen. The boy slowly stripped off his mesh tee shirt, never breaking eye contact as his hands ran up and down his finely sculpted creamy chest teasingly. Duo saw no reason to wait, he headed straight into the crowd surrounding his beauty. He hadn't been the only person to notice those smoldering slanted eyes, but his beauty was so graceful. Expertly dodging the clinging hands of the other dancers, he slipped through the crowd - leaving Duo to watch him exit through a back door.
For a moment Duo felt his heart stop as he tried to make his way through the suddenly stubborn crowd wasting precious time.
*****
But no, the second he stepped through the warehouse door he saw them standing there. In the dim streetlight Prussian eyes seemed darker then navy and the eardrum bleeding loud music of the party seemed to fade away to nothing. No words were needed as he too, the others had led them over to his Mercedes.
Duo's new lover was shoved against the ebony Benz as his hands moved swiftly over that smooth skin searching for each spot that made him moan. Lips sought each other in an almost magnetic connection. The kiss came more naturally then breathing. It felt so right, more then the soft caress of flesh should warrant. Duo couldn't wait anymore, he didn't have to, he knew the drill routine of these little parking lot escapades. Yanking his partner's pants to their ankles he opened his own and slipped a lubricated rubber on and began to slide in to his lover. He couldn't.
The boy beneath him gave a hiss of pain and Duo pulled back, he was too tight for someone who danced like that. Completely unprepared, scrapping his teeth against one shoulder glistening in the moonlight Duo gave an inward groan. This was going to take longer then he expected...
Afterwards came the words. As his breathing and heartbeat slowed he began to process thoughts and came to a surprising conclusion. That he needed this, whatever it was between him and a perfect stranger. He decided to test his theory in the back seat of his car... twice. And discovered it was true. He figured his buddy Solo would still be practicing in his chapel on Rosemont. It was then the words came, simple but life changing.
"What's your name?"
"Yuy, Heero Yuy." Came the softly panted reply.
"So Heero ya ever been married?"
"Nani?"
"Do you want to get married?"
"Sure... why not?"
TBC...
"Well you asked for more..." LMN
"Not me, those 1x2x1 fans did." Ryu vehemently denied.
"Are you glad I came back?" LMN
"Me maybe?definitely not Heero though..."
"Why not?" LMN
"Well you did just make him lose it to a stranger...in a parking lot... on a car hood... under the influence of a mind altering substance..." Ryu
"Um... that... heh heh uh... Duo ain't a stranger, He's Heero's koibito." LMN
"In this story he wasn't yet. Heero came off as a major slut... you are so dead." Ryu
"Neko...?" Ryu looks around but LMN has already split trying to avoid the wrath of a pissed off Heero.
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