Author: Sami-pi
Pairing: 2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, Lemon, Sap? WAFF? sometime during the first war, Heero OOC, use of derogatory slang (but don't worry, it's not that bad... really! ^^;;), and it's also a "School Sex Story". that's right folks, no character development, just a "let's get nekkie and make all the H-girls happy" kinda fic. ^______^V
Disclaimer: you know it, i know it, let's not make me cry by having to say it out loud, okay?
Notes: AU? just a little slice of time... I was studying my international politics when the topic of name-calling in public arenas came up in my notes... ^O^ so i suddenly thought this up and darn it if the fic bunny didn't start gnawing on my leg! O_O well, i couldn't get *any* studying done until i appeased the great bunny.... *throws hands up* so here you all are to be tortured by my demented little mind. ^_^V
Vocabulary 101
The slam of a door heralded Heero's return to the dorm room he and Duo shared. Duo looked up from his homework, taking in Heero's disheveled appearance, uniform rumpled, hair wet, face flushed.
"Oi, Heero? Y'okay, man?" the braided boy questioned cautiously. A pissed off Heero was an explosive Heero.
Heero pinned Duo with this trademark glare.
"Um... Okay, forget I asked," Duo waved nonchalantly, used to Heero's quirky behaviour. "By the way, I did some laundry during my spare and I took the liberty of doing yours too. Your boxers and t-shirts are folded and on your bed."
Heero looked at his bed. Sure enough there were two neat little towers of clean clothes.
He did a double-take.
"D...Duo... Um... These... I mean... Thanks but... These aren't..." Heero walked over and gingerly held up two g-strings, one a bright red, the other black velvet.
"Oh?" Duo, who had resumed the arduous task of completing his homework assignment, looked up again. "Oh, sorry about that. Those are mine." He smiled sweetly. "I was flirting with Joseph and I must have thrown them in with your stuff by mistake."
"You were flirting with Joseph?" Heero raised an eyebrow.
"Yah," Duo shrugged. "We were just playing around, though. Joseph already has a steady boyfriend (more's the pity)."
"Joseph's gay?" Heero's other eyebrow decided to join its mate.
"Uh huh," Duo nodded.
"You're gay?" Both of Heero's eyebrows now decided to make a getaway into his hairline.
Duo looked steadily at his roommate now. "Yah... Aren't you?"
Heero blushed. "Aa... yah... How did you know?"
Duo smirked. "Most guys don't get woodies when their roommates come back from the showers wearing nothing but a skimpy towel."
Heero smiled shyly.
"So, now that we've had this earth-shattering revelation about our sexual orientations, are you willing to tell what had you so pissed 5 minutes ago?"
Heero looked perplexed for a moment; his anger had been forgotten in the interim. But then it all came back to him.
"Some jerks in the showers were making fun of Andy. They were calling him all sorts of things like, faggot and fudge-packer. It got me mad."
Duo's eye's widened in disbelief. Then they narrowed in anger. "I hope you killed them."
Heero rolled his eyes. "Much as I would have liked to, no. But I did leave them naked, unconscious, and in a very compromising position."
Duo fell out of his chair in shock. Then he proceeded to roll about the floor laughing hysterically.
"Duo," Heero's suddenly quiet, contemplative voice brought the braided boy back to attention. "What does 'pillow-biter' mean?"
Duo tried not to laugh as he could see Heero's genuinely bewildered expression.
"It means the same thing as 'fudge-packer'. It's just a general derogatory term for homosexual males," he explained with a serious expression.
"I don't get it," Heero stated. "Explain."
"Uh..." Duo skritched his head. "I don't really know how. I mean, the term is self-explanatory... I always thought..."
Heero's eyes narrowed, that famous look of concentration gleaming in their blue depths.
"Show me."
Duo stared up at Heero from where he was still seated on the floor.
"Are you serious?"
Heero swiftly knelt between Duo's sprawled legs.
"Yes," he breathed, returning Duo's gaze evenly.
And suddenly, like a switch had been flipped, Duo launched himself at his roommate. Hot, torrid, open-mouthed kisses. The clash of slick, wet tongues. The click of teeth meeting teeth. The harsh breaths of two horny teenage boys.
Duo pulled away from Heero's groping hands. He was shocked to discover that in those few heartbeats during which he had been so distracted, Heero had managed to strip both of them down to their boxers.
"Damn, you're good," he breathed, awe colouring his tone.
Heero shrugged. "Mission to be completed by any means necessary," he deadpanned.
Duo grinned. "C'mon, mission-boy. I can't show you what 'pillow-biter' means unless we have a pillow." And with that, the slender American hauled the heavier-set Japanese youth off the floor and shoved him onto the bed.
The kisses and groping resumed until both boys were so hard they were dry-humping to relieve the pressure. Then boxers flew off to goodness knows where and arousal met arousal. Duo gasped at the sensation as Heero's silky skin glided against his own. Heero thrust up desperately, enjoying the feel of Duo's length rubbing against his.
Duo placed a firm hand on Heero's hip, stilling it. "Stop."
Heero looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
Duo shook his head, looking down at the other boy with a mock stern expression. "No. Neither of us are coming until I'm inside you and you know why we need a pillow."
Heero nodded solemnly.
Duo motioned for Heero to flip over. Once the other boy had complied, Duo, thankful he still had some lube in his desk drawer, quickly prepped him. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, four... Heero was thrusting back on Duo's hand, his body eagerly swallowing the four fingers, but hungry for a different appendage. Duo leaned over his writhing uke to lick the shell of his ear, fingers never stopping. Heero turned blindly towards that touch, mouth open, begging for another kiss. Duo complied, though it was more like two tongues licking each other than anything that could remotely be called a kiss.
Duo sat up and snagged a pillow. He positioned it under Heero's head, one handed, as the other boy barely had the presence of mind to lift his head when instructed. Withdrawing his fingers from within Heero, Duo stuffed one corner of the pillow into the open and panting mouth of the Japanese boy.
"Here, sweet thing. You might want to bite on this."
In one smooth motion Duo positioned himself and then fully sheathed himself in Heero's tight body. Heero's eye's widened and his gasp of pain/pleasure was muffled by the pillow. Realization was beginning to dawn in those prussian blues.
"Oh," Duo panted. "You ain't felt nothing yet, Heero."
The braided American withdrew partially and then plunged back into Heero's depths, striking a certain anatomical feature of the male body. Heero bit down hard on the pillow, stifling his scream of pleasure. His hips pushed back, demanding a repeat of that wonderful feeling. Duo obligingly pulled out and surged back in again, harder, and faster. Heero arched his back and buried his face in Duo's pillow. His senses were assaulted by the American's essence. His scent in the pillow, his touch in such an intimate place, his voice crying out in pleasure. The taste of coarse cotton in his mouth brought Heero back into the reality of the situation. He bit down on another scream as Duo wrapped one long fingered hand around his erection. Dual sensation driving him to lose his mind, Heero finally let go and bathed the previously clean sheets with his ejaculate, teeth still firmly clenching the pillow in his mouth.
Duo felt Heero's arousal pulse in his hand as it pumped out its fluid. He leaned over the convulsing boy and pushed himself further into the clenching body with greater urgency. Biting down on one broad shoulder to stifle his own shouts of completion, Duo released himself into Heero's channel.
Gasping from the intensity of their orgasms, both boys collapsed onto the bed, still intimately connected. Heero had to concentrate to relax his jaw and release the soggy pillow. Then, mustering his strength, he levered both himself and the dead weight on top of him out of the sticky mess he'd made of the sheets.
Duo ran a gentle hand up and down Heero's side, reveling in the feel of soft, soft skin. He cuddled the other boy for a bit before he felt himself soften and slip out of the warm body. Then he kissed the bite mark he had made and leaned over to look at Heero's face.
"You okay?"
Heero nodded, too tired to do anything else at the moment.
"You understand now?"
Again Heero nodded.
Duo flopped back down, pulled Heero closer, and promptly fell asleep.
* * *
It was dark when Duo woke. He was momentarily confused by the fact that his backside was cold, but his front was very, very warm. Then his arm tightened around a naked body and it all came rushing back. He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned down goofily at Heero... who was wide awake and staring straight back at him.
Duo jerked back in shock, but the grin stayed firmly fixed.
"Hey, Duo?" Heero's voice was soft, but there was a glint in his eye and one hand was playing with the end of a long chestnut braid. "What does 'cock-sucker' mean?"
OWARI
Comments: when i first heard the term 'pillow-biter' i didn't get it.. ^_^;;; actually, i'm still not sure how it's supposed to be derogatory as women can bite pillows too... but i guess men don't often bite pillows in het relationships... *ponders*....
BTW has anyone ever heard this saying or did i just go to a really demented jr high? ^O^
"He's an ass pirate searching for buried treasure" ???
(i dunno.. the mental image of a duo pirate plundering virgin "land" is kind of appealing, ne? ^O^)
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