Love Thy Neighbor Part 10
Duo made it home with thirty minutes to spare. Fortunately he had already showered and changed into stone washed jeans and a light weight cotton sweater at the rehearsal hall leaving him plenty of time to prepare for the pizza he had been craving all day.
*That's not all you've been craving.* Duo's inner voice declared as he put a six pack of bottled Bud Light--beer in a can tasted like piss water—and two litter bottles of Diet Pepsi and Diet Coke in the refrigerator to chill.
"So I have a healthy appetite," he countered his perceptive council's observations on both the pizza and Heero, "but I also know the price of over indulgence." Wisely he had decided on a self-imposed two-beer limit, as he didn't desire a repeat performance of his embarrassing wine intemperance.
Duo thought it would be fun to eat "Japanese Style" so he arranged four oversized pillows on the floor around the coffee table and set out plates, paper napkins and forks but no chopsticks. He had achieved a partial mastery of the wooden utensils but the Italian treat presented more of a challenge than he cared to accept.
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Promptly at 6:30 Heero arrived with a Papa John's Pizza, garlic-butter bread sticks and a half-dozen cinnamon-swirled muffins. He had traded his gray suit and detested tie for his favorite black jeans and a black tee shirt with "FEAR THE DRAGON" printed across the front in bight red letters.
"Let me help you." Duo offered as Heero juggled the large pizza box, the smaller bread sticks box and the bag of muffins while trying to close the door.
Carrying the pizza, Duo preceded Heero into the kitchen. "The pizza smells great."
"I hope you're hungry."
"I'm always hungry." Duo grinned. He transferred the pizza to a plate that would take up less table space; the bread sticks were left in their cardboard container.
"You want beer or soda?"
"Maybe we should have soda." Heero answered, mindful of Duo's low tolerance level for alcohol.
"I've set a two-beer limit for myself."
"Okay then we'll have beer."
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Heero and Duo sat side by side relishing the food and drink and the pleasure each other's company.
Duo lustfully bit into a thick slice of pizza. He clamped his teeth over a piece of pepperoni, a sliver of roasted green pepper, a lump of limp onions and a sizeable chunk of sausage then frowned as a sting of melted mozzarella cheese stretched to the breaking point before it let go.
"Mmmmm." he mumbled, trying to chew the mouthful of tasty toppings, "Messy but delicious."
Heero turned up his beer and took a gulp then winced when several drops of cold condensation slid down the bottle, splashed on his tee shirt and immediately soaked in.
"Hot pizza, cold beer," he raised his bottle for a toast, "and no damned suit and tie."
Duo touched his bottle to Heero's with a soft clink, "Fair weather and friendship."
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"This is nice." Heero commented, easing back against the sofa's front. His hunger was satisfied and there was just enough "beer buzz" to ease him into a state of contentment.
"You want a muffin?" Duo wondered.
"I'm full. I think we'd enjoy them more if we wait awhile.
"Want to watch television?"
Heero shrugged, "If there's anything on worth watching."
"I have an idea." Duo announced, "Are you familiar with Anime?"
"I know what it is but I've never watched any."
"I don't have many shows but I do have a movie you might like to see."
Not bothering to stand up, Duo scooted on his trim backside to the television and searched through a stack of DVDs. "Here is it." he beamed holding up a brightly colored case.
Duo switched on the TV, inserted the disk then remote control and empty case in hand, scooted back to join Heero, who hopefully would soon be converted into an Anime fan.
"Akira." Heero read the title out loud.
Duo settled one pillow at his back and rearranged his rear end on another beneath him. "Its about a guy named Tetsuo who has this freakin' hot motorcycle but the story is dark and violent so maybe we should watch something else."
Heero turned the case over in his hand and studied the picture of a futuristic motorcycle and a lone man walking towards the red machine. "A landmark achievement in animation." he read part of the description, "Classic film, digitally re-mastered. Sounds interesting."
"Then you're okay?"
"Yeah, if I get scared I can always hold your hand."
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Less than an hour into the movie the floor began to get uncomfortable so Duo and Heero sat on the sofa. A half an hour more and the Akira viewers had taken off their shoes, stretched out with Duo's back against Heero's chest and Heero's arm was draped over Duo's waist as they shared the same pillow.
The sun surrendered to the night and the only disturbance in the resulting darkness was the flickering light from the TV. Heero divided his attention between watching the movie and putting to memory the way the screen's brightness played across Duo's handsome face in ever changing patterns of light and shadows.
Wispy stands of reddish-brown hair caressed Duo's cheeks and his bangs engaged Heero in a game of hide and seek with his intriguing blue-purple eyes.
About twenty minutes from the movie's end, Duo sighed, wiggled and closed up the last few inches of separation until his lean but muscular frame molded into the curve of Heero's body causing the crotch of the architect's jeans to tighten considerably.
Finally the concluding credits signaled that the warmth and closeness had almost come to an end. Now it was Heero's turn to issue a regretful sigh. The movie ended, Heero pressed the stop button on the remote control, the screen went blank then bathed the room in a pale blue aura but Duo didn't move.
Heero braced his elbow on the sofa cushion and raised up enough to peer over Duo's shoulder. He half-expected to find Duo asleep since he hadn't shifted positions in the last ten or fifteen minutes. Instead he found the dancer gazing at the blue screen with a faraway look in his glistening eyes.
"Are you all right?" Heero whispered. Although lowered in pitch, his voice seemed to shout in the room's disquiet stillness.
Duo sighed again then reached up to tug his braid free from its entrapment between his and Heero's bodies. "Yeah just thinking."
Heero slide his hand along Duo's arm until his fingers touched his hand. Without hesitation the dancer who had captured Heero's heart interlaced his fingers and squeezed gently.
"It's sad." Duo declared in a subdued tone.
"What's sad?"
"So many people are lonely."
Heero ran his thumb in tiny circles over Duo's smooth skin. "Are you lonely?"
"Sometimes."
"Me, too, but we don't have to be."
Duo rolled onto his back then locked his misty eyes on Heero's blue-tinted face. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." There was a hitch in his voice that caused Heero to suck in a troubled breath.
"We have a solid friendship," Heero stated with certainty, "but I wouldn't object to a more intimate relationship. I think we're already moving in that direction."
"But we...you," Duo paused as he searched for the right words, "you aren't gay."
Heero slipped his hand free and ran a single finger down Duo's high-ridged cheekbone then traced around his inviting lips. "I don't know if I'm gay or not but I do know I don't want anything to change."
To emphasize the declaration, Heero drew Duo's closer and used a kiss to underscore the truth. Duo returned the kiss with all the passion he could muster. His arms encircled Heero's neck, legs intertwined and groins ground together in a dance as old as time.
Heero willingly yielded to the heady sensations. He shut his eyes and gave himself permission to defy his head and follow his heart. Friction between the tangled bodies pushed up the tee shirt and the sweater. With the cloth barrier eliminated, stomachs and chests were bared for further exploration.
Hands roamed, fingers generated hot currents. Shared breaths were husky with need and low moans accentuated their rising arousal. Duo's right leg became pinned between Heero's thighs and the enamored architect used the leverage to stroke his sizeable erection. Duo rocked his hips insistently begging for immediate relief.
Duo snaked his hand through the minute space separating him and Heero and managed to find his button and zipper that were straining against his growing bulge. The button popped opened with little effort and the zipper eagerly copied the unveiling.
Without any verbal guidance on Duo's part Heero's hand found its way to Duo's very prominent protrusion. The slightest touch of his fingers caused Duo to buck and groan in Heero's ear. "Ohhh...yessss." That was all the encouragement Heero's needed to launch into a bout of full-fledged fondling.
Not wanting to receive pleasure without returning the favor, Duo worked at his impatient partner's jeans until their equally taut closures revealed all of Heero's secrets. Thankful that Heero still preferred bikini briefs, Duo wasted no time lowering the skimpy undergarment's waistband and seizing a handful of incredibly engorged manhood. He was rewarded with a flinch and a "Damn Duo!"
Heero quickly followed the leader hooking his thumb in Duo's waistband, tugging down the hindering fabric and finding his own hidden treasure.
Two bodies moved with one rhythm. The cadence was called by mutual need; the tempo set by their intrinsic responses to each other's enticing stimulus. Fingers teased...stroked up the lengths and back down again in enflamed caresses until both men writhed in the throes of pure sexual gratification.
Guttural gasps combined into a sensual song that was pounded out by hammering hearts and accented with mumbled curses and crude proposals that would make a sailor blush.
Ecstasy stoked the embers; torrid currents ran up legs and tingled in sultry waves.
Duo was the first to find release. With a forceful inhalation every muscle tensed then his hot seed spewed like molten lava from an erupting volcano. His mouth gapped open to shout or swear or gulp in enough air to keep from passing out but only a sated whimper vibrated against Heero's sweat-soaked shoulder.
Involuntarily Duo's hand clasped tighter on Heero's manhood and in less than a heartbeat a total-body shudder told the dancer that his partner had also reached an orgasmic climax. Much like Duo's failed attempt to voice his euphoria, the only sound that Heero could manage was a primitive grunt and a hiss of air through clenched teeth.
For many minutes Heero and Duo laid exhausted in a tangled mass of twisted clothing and arms and legs that were too weak to move. Their damp hair stuck to their equally moist faces as they tried to slow their breathing enough to keep dizzying hyperventilation at bay.
They were overheated. Their softening lengths, as well as their hands, were sticky but they didn't care. Right then nothing mattered but sharing the afterglow.
"I can't believe we just did that." Duo proclaimed as the held up his fluid-coated hand for inspection.
Heero nodded affirmatively then frowned as stringy strands of brown hair tickled over his forehead to limply hang over one eye. "I think you have all the proof you need." he stated cutting his eyes at Duo's hand.
Becoming aware of how close he was to falling off the sofa, Duo shifted his weight In spite of his messy fingers he placed his thumb under Heero's chin and locked his eyes with Heero's beautiful blue sight. "Do you regret what just happened?" he asked seriously.
The smile on Heero's lips was clear evidence that he had no regrets. "I was the one who started this." he reminded Duo, "I wouldn't have kissed you if I had any doubts."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure." Heero reaffirmed his decision. "However I would like to make one suggestion."
Duo raised his eyebrows, "What?"
"That we end this perfect evening sharing a shower, snuggling in bed and getting a good night's sleep."
Duo grinned slyly. "Can we have muffins in the morning?"
"Yes we can have muffins in the morning."
TBC...
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