Author: Merula
Pairings: 1x2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, lime/lemon
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Story inspired by this picture by Ponderosa.
Innocent Game of Pool
An innocent game of pool, that's what he called it.
Whenever Duo calls anything 'innocent' I know he means the opposite. Not that I mind. Not in the slightest. I never mind any of the things Duo surprises me with.
A few weeks ago, I came home after a long day at work and found him stretched out on the dining room table, sushi on his stomach, chopsticks in his hands, that smile on his face...
I love that smile.
So, this evening, when he challenged me to an innocent game of pool, with that anticipatory, predatory smile he gets lurking around his lips, I was hardly going to say no.
We had just finished turning the basement into our rec room - the pool table was the last finishing touch. I knew Duo had been looking forward to having his own pool table in the house - and I was looking forward to improving my own skills on it so that I could at least give him a decent game. I had a feeling though, that pool wasn't all we were going to play down there.
"What do you think, lover? You up for it?" He prodded as I considered the possibilities.
"You're on," I told him and smiled back. "But you know I'm not very good at it yet." I had in fact only played once before at Quatre's house and hadn't had to do much since my pool shark husband had been my partner.
"Oh," Duo purred and his smile widened. "I'll be more than happy to give you a lesson or two."
That was enough to get me to follow him quickly down the stairs.
I racked the balls up in the center of the table as Duo selected a pool cue. He gave me an arch look as he picked up the chalk and rubbed it over the tip of the cue.
Slowly. Distractingly.
Tease.
"Maybe we should make a little bet?" Duo asked as he set the chalk down.
"No way," I replied as I went to pick up my cue. "You're too good."
"Damn right." He spun the pool cue lazily between his fingers. "We could play strip pool. I'd have you undressed in three shots."
"Two," I told him and saw the pool cue stop spinning for a moment as he figured it out. I smiled innocently. I love the effect I have on him sometimes. "So that might not be enough of a challenge for you."
"Maybe if we played it the other way? If we miss a shot, we take off an item?" Duo suggested.
"Determined to get me out of my clothes are you?" I asked, amused.
"Always," he replied with a heated look that had a definite effect on me.
"Deal. You break," I told him.
"All right," he leaned over the table, pool cue sliding between his fingers. His shirt was half unbuttoned and I could see the smooth expanse of his chest outlined in the black fabric.
Damn he was tempting...
"Solid," he proclaimed as he sunk the first ball. I wondered if I would have any chance at all to play. I had watched Duo clear the table all by himself on several occasions. Pool seemed to be only a matter of physics, but then, it never worked the way it was supposed to for me.
Duo moved around the table to line up his next shot, brushing against me as he did so, his fingers trailing over the back of my neck, making me shiver.
He leaned over the table again; eyes focused on his shot, that predatory smile lingering around his mouth again. He knew damn well what he was doing to me.
Again, he sunk the ball, and moved for his next shot, this time letting his hand wander teasingly over my ass as he moved by me. I wanted to try and grab for him, but I knew Duo wouldn't let himself be caught until he was ready. I watched him sink three more shots, let his hands and fingers tease as he moved by me between each one.
He was driving me crazy.
I loved it.
"Feeling warm?" He inquired innocently as he leaned over the table again.
Okay, two can play this game, lover.
I placed my pool cue on the edge of the table and let my fingers run over the curved handle. Over and over in a pattern I knew Duo would find very familiar. I kept my eyes on the table though, deliberately avoiding meeting Duo's eyes. The trick was to look like it was an unconscious gesture...
Duo scratched.
Point for me, I thought gleefully and hid the smile. Duo bent down and tugged off a sock, giving me a grin as he tossed it behind him.
"Your turn," he said and I lifted up my pool cue. I moved around the table, looking for the best shot.
Ah, nine to the corner pocket. I leaned over the table, letting my cue slide between my fingers, looking up at the last second to catch Duo's eyes as I licked my lips. My cue shot forward and I hit the cue ball a bit too hard. The nine ball sank into the correct pocket and the cue one narrowly avoided falling in too. It careened off the side and ended up near the middle of the table.
"Oops," I shrugged. "That was a bit too hard, hmm?"
"Just a bit," Duo agreed and I heard the husky tone in his voice.
I went to take my next shot. Duo put his pool cue down as I leaned over the table. He stalked around the table and I was delighted when he leaned into me, his chin above my shoulder, his hand touching my elbow.
"Let's just correct your grip, shall we?" His hips pressed into mine and I had to swallow a groan. Damn jeans. His free hand skimmed over my waist.
"Whatever you say," I replied, with a twitch that earned me a gasp. His hand slid down the front of my jeans and I turned my head slightly and met his gaze. "That's not my cue."
Duo winked at me. "That's right, it's mine. Let me demonstrate that grip for you." He squeezed gently and my cue slid forward, tapping the cue ball and sending it into the pocket.
My husband grinned as his fingers continued their caresses. "Hmm... only two pieces of clothing to choose from..." I straightened up but Duo remained right behind me, lips skimming over my shoulder.
I set my pool cue down, nudged him back a little, and pulled off my tank top, tossing it to join Duo's sock.
"Your turn," I told him.
"Tease," he pouted.
"Takes one to know one." I turned to face him, feeling my own predatory smile appear on my lips. "Besides, you know you have way more clothes on than me."
He kissed me, pushing me back into the pool table, letting me feel his arousal, letting his lips and hands wander as mine did the same, showing me that he was more than ready for the end of the game.
And when I was panting, he let me go and moved to pick up his cue.
"And you call me the tease?" I managed.
He bent down and tugged off his other sock. "Almost equal now," he grinned, and leaned over to make his next shot.
He hadn't played totally fair last time, so I thought I didn't need to either. Time to switch tactics. As Duo lined up the shot, I went and leaned against the wall, slipping a hand down the front of my jeans, easing a bit of tension...
Duo missed the shot completely.
All's fair in love and war... and pool.
He gave me an evil smile and pulled off his jeans.
Apparently I was not the only one lacking in a specific clothing item.
His shirt hung barely to his thighs, only somewhat covering him and I knew he was planning on being a major distraction as I set up my next shot.
Not that I minded.
Duo watched me for a moment, then turned, bent over...ah gods... and rummaged in his discarded jeans.
Just as I was about to take my shot, he set a tube down on the edge of the pool table with a click and began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Slowly. Letting it slide down off his shoulders a little bit...
The cue ball flew across the table, hit my target, hit the side of the table and ended up in a pocket.
Duo, to his credit, didn't laugh, though I know that he wanted to - instead he lifted his hand and crooked a finger at me.
Once I reached him, his hands reached down and undid the front of my jeans as his mouth found mine. I kissed him back, letting him undo my jeans, helping him take them off. We had to stop kissing so that I could kick them the rest of the way off, but I pulled him right back against me, letting my hands slide beneath his shirt, tasting the skin of his neck as he tilted his head back to allow me access.
"It's your turn," I murmured as I let my teeth graze his skin.
"That's right," he chuckled, his throat vibrating under my lips. "It is."
He pulled back a little then flipped me around, leaning me against the table, pushing his hips against mine, mimicking our earlier pose, and knowing what I had been wanting. Duo always knows what I want.
"Okay?" He asked, next to my ear.
"Perfect," I managed as his mouth found the back of my neck, as his slick fingers found their way inside me.
Then I lost myself in him, like I always do. The feeling of his fingers inside me, his mouth, his tongue on my skin... his cock deep inside me as I pushed back against him, the felt of the pool table slick under my fingers... the feeling of his fingers wrapped around me, urging me to completion even as he came...
Afterwards. I leaned back against him, reaching back to kiss his chin, his cheek. He turned his head and kissed me, the other smile of his that I love, the possessive one, on his lips.
"I'm going to win next time," I told him.
"And how do you know that?" He asked.
"Because next time I'm going to bend you over the pool table." He chuckled and let me turn around to face him.
"Why wait?" He asked mischievously and twisted us so that he was against the pool table. "I think you need to show me what you've learned."
OWARI
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