Author: Merula
Pairings: 1x2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, lemon
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Story inspired by this picture by Ponderosa.
Dinnertime
A few weeks ago, Heero and I had been out running errands. It was getting late and I was getting hungry so I suggested that we stop at a sushi bar that was on the way home.
The flicker of distaste I saw surprised me. "No, how about the sandwich place? Or I'll even drive through somewhere..."
"You don't like sushi?" I asked, astonished.
"No."
"But Heero -"
"Don't say it."
"But you like regular fish," I persisted, knowing that he thought I was about to say something else.
"Regular fish is cooked." He countered.
"Cooking ruins the flavor." I shot back.
"Duo, " he sighed. "I don't like it okay?"
"How much have you tried?"
He looked uncomfortable.
"None."
"Then how do you...?" He cut me off:
"I just do."
"I bet I could persuade you to eat it." He smiled.
"I'm sure. You persuade me to do all kinds of things I never thought I would, but right now I'd prefer you to persuade me to get a sandwich."
I let him persuade me into persuading him into stopping for a sandwich. Hey - it's a strange relationship sometimes, but it works.
Heero's dislike-of-sushi-without-even-trying-it collided with another idea in my head.
We've been 'christening' our house. One room at a time. I'd had an idea about the dining room for sometime, and the sushi thing was the clincher. I was going to "persuade" Heero into trying some sushi.
I was pretty damn sure he'd like it too.
I planned it out pretty well. Picked up a special tablecloth, made sure that we had chopsticks... Heero was very adept with them, as I'd learned on our honeymoon... and waited for an opportune time.
A week or so later, Heero and I were having our usual lunchtime phone call - and he sounded stressed to the max. Some big things were wrapping up and once they were finished, he'd be okay, but in the meantime, it was a stress overload.
The guy needed to relax.
And I knew how to make sure he did.
I told him to call me on his way home so that I could have dinner ready. He protested that he was too stressed to think about food. I mother-henned at him a bit until he agreed. I promised him a relaxing evening.
He knew what I meant. His voice was much more cheerful as we said our last few things and hung up.
I went home after work and made sure everything was ready. Even if Heero was too stressed out to do much, it should help a little.
He called, just like he promised.
I was waiting, stretched out on the dining room table, chopsticks in hand, sushi in place, tea poured and waiting for him on a side table. I put my other arm under my head and stretched out. I was already hard just at the thought of what was going to happen if the evening went as I planned.
"Duo?" I heard him call my name as he opened the front door. "Where are you?"
"Dining room. Dinner's on the table!" I heard the front door close and the sound of his footsteps drawing closer.
"Dining room?' He said in a puzzled tone. "But we usually eat in the..." He stopped in the doorway and I wished for a camera.
He stared at me for a long moment. Puzzlement, amusement, love and sheer lust passing over his face in succession as he took in my naked form resting on the dark red tablecloth, sushi on my stomach, hair spread out over the table.
"Dinner's ready," I said, and clacked the chopsticks at him. "Come and eat." I smiled at him and saw his eyes widen slightly.
"Happily," he walked into the room, sliding one hand up my bare leg when he reached the table. "You are simply gorgeous," he murmured as he lifted a strand of my hair and twirled it around his fingers. He kissed me deeply.
"Eat first," I told him when he let me come up for air. "We can do that later."
He sat down beside me and I saw his rare mischievous smile light up his face. "Sushi? Is this your cunning plan for getting me to try it?"
"Are you going to wreck all the trouble I went through for you?" I arched an eyebrow at him and used the chopsticks to pick up a California roll. "C'mon, you have to try it. At least one bite - it's practically a rule."
"One bite is the rule?" His fingers wrapped around my wrist as he accepted the piece of sushi. I watched him chew and swallow.
"Well?"
"Not too bad," he bit gently at the inside of my wrist. "Especially not with you for a chaser." I offered him another piece. He made a faint face, but accepted it.
"It's not that bad," I protested as he ate it. He smiled and plucked the chopsticks from my fingers.
"It has to compete with you," he smirked and pulled my fingers into his mouth with his tongue. My blood, already sizzling pretty nicely, went up another notch.
He finally let my fingers go, still smirking, and selected another piece. He placed it in his mouth, sucking gently on the chopsticks for a moment. As he chewed, he brought the chopsticks down to my chest to toy with a nipple, gently, teasingly... I had to take a careful deep breath, trying to make sure that I didn't scatter the sushi with the gasp I had wanted to make. Thank goodness I hadn't put out a large serving... only a few more pieces.
Heero lifted my thighs up with his free hand, sliding his hand underneath and around so that his hand rested on my opposite thigh.
"I'm being selfish," he murmured in a tone that I knew very well. "You need to eat too." He used the chopsticks to pick up another piece and offered it to me.
I accepted it, chewed and swallowed as the teasing chopsticks went back to their gentle nipping. I was having a hard time controlling my breathing, and my cock was aching. I wondered if Heero was having a similar problem yet.
"There's tea over there," I murmured as I watched Heero eat another piece, felt his fingers curl around my thigh.
"I think I'd rather have this." He bent over and placed his mouth on me, pulling my cock a little ways into his mouth, his tongue caressing the tip slowly.
Oh... so good.... I felt my lips curve into a smile, as Heero tasted me. I loved when he did it like this - drawing it out, not going too fast...
A piece of sushi hovered near my lips. Heero was still apparently intent on feeding me. I took it, chewing slowly, not even really tasting it anymore. All my focus was on Heero's mouth. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation. My free hand rested on my throat and I could feel my pulse pounding under my fingertips.
Heero let my cock slide out of his mouth, and I nearly whimpered. I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me. "You taste very good," he purred, setting the chopsticks down beside me. His hand slid away from my thighs, his fingers appearing at my mouth. "Taste me," he offered and I sucked on his fingers, dampening them, and I heard him groan.
He slid his fingers out of my mouth and moved them underneath my thighs. I spread my legs for him and felt those damp fingers brush my entrance.
"You aren't going to finish your dinner?" I teased, breathless at the touch of his fingers.
"If you insist." He smiled and picked up the chopsticks again. "Tell me about your day," he picked up another piece of sushi and ate it slowly as one of his fingers pushed into me.
Tease!
"It was... fine..." I managed, trying to match his tone. "Yours?"
"Two of the projects wrapped today," his casual tone held a hint of amusement. He was enjoying driving me crazy with one hand, as the rest of him seemed to have no idea what it was up to. "So things should be a lot less," his finger was joined by another one, "stressful."
"Oh... good..."
"I was thinking we'd get started on redoing the basement this weekend," he continued as he picked up the last piece of sushi. "What do you think?"
"Really good..." Heero ate the last piece, that lovely mischievous smile back on his lips. "So, how was dinner?"
"I'm not done yet," Heero's fingers changed their rhythm, making me moan. He stood up, leaning over me, his mouth on mine.
He kissed me, his fingers continuing their relentless wonderful assault and then he let his mouth trail down over my chin, down my throat and chest, licking and nipping and kissing until I was close to begging him to do something... anything he wanted...
His mouth found my cock again, this time demanding instead of gentle and I arched off the table as he set a furious pace.
His fingers, his mouth, his touch... oh gods...
I was on the brink when he pulled away, and I reached out for him. He leaned back down briefly, kissing my cheek and forehead. "Just a minute, promise love... just wait."
He slid off his tie, shrugged out of his coat and undid his belt, pulling off pants and socks and shoes in one gesture. He sat back down on the chair next to me and started undoing his shirt with one hand as he pulled on my leg with the other. I realized what he was up to and slid on the table so that my legs were hanging off the edge on either side of him.
I managed to grab the tube I had concealed in the tablecloth and held it out to him.
"Perfect," his hands abandoned his buttons and moved up my thighs. He took the tube from me and pressed a kiss against my palm. He propped my feet up on his thighs, and then his fingers were inside me again, slick, preparing me.
I closed my eyes, letting those fingers work their magic, waiting for what I really wanted.
I didn't have to wait long. The fingers pulled out, and then Heero was pulling me down onto his lap, impaling me on his cock, and I was... full... and oh... his hands were on my waist, pulling me up and down, filling me over and over again until it was too much. My senses exploded and I pulled Heero along with me.
We clung together, shuddering in the aftermath. When I felt like I could move, I pulled back a little and grinned at Heero.
"So, how do you feel about sushi now?" I asked him.
"Not bad, but not very filling," he bit my nipple gently. "I'm still hungry, actually."
"What would you like?" I prepared to list off the contents of the cupboard.
Heero smiled and pushed me back up on the table.
"A second helping."
OWARI
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