The Wedding Date Part 13
Heero found himself seated at a table opposite his long-time rival, glaring over shot glasses, as they downed drink after drink, in a contest that had little to do with Milliardo's bachelor party, and everything to do with fighting over Duo's honor.
"Jeezus," Duo whispered in Heero's ear at one point. "You don't have to do this, man. Let's just concede the game and get outta here --"
"No."
"Like I said before, he's not worth it."
Heero spared a slightly glassy-eyed look at his worried companion. "But you are." And he downed yet another drink.
It was a bit of a blur after that. While aware that he more or less won the drink-off, Heero didn't have the coherence to absorb much of what went on during and just after it.
He must have made it back to the palace, because that was where he ended up -- though he wasn't sure how ¨C
He had a vague recollection of an arm slung around his waist, and his arm pulled across shoulders for support. And Duo's soothing, somewhat amused chatter kept him occupied while they made their way up to their room.
Then he let himself collapse onto the softness of a bed, groaning in relief that he didn't have to keep struggling to stay upright.
There was a fuzzy memory of Duo chiding him about sleeping in his clothes, and then helping him out of those same clothes, promising to have the maid take care of getting them cleaned and pressed.
He was shuffled under warm covers, and a cup was held to his lips. When he balked at the thought of more alcohol, Duo's voice assured him it was water and would help stave off a hangover. So he drank.
Things got even more fragmented after that. He recalled Duo saying something about the couch, and heard his own voice arguing that the bed was big enough for two.
Which might explain why he woke up the next morning with a warm body tucked in against his side.
He stirred and groaned, reluctantly cracking open one eye to see that the blinds were drawn and the room was blessedly gloomy. He also saw a chestnut head nestled on the pillow beside his, and realized his arm was wrapped firmly around a slender waist, and Duo's braid was draped across his chest.
"Duo?"
"Hm?"
"How'd --? Why are we --?"
Great. He couldn't seem to string two words together into a coherent sentence.
But Duo seemed to understand the abbreviated babble. "Got ya back here las' night," slurred the brunette rather sleepily. "Figured as wasted as you were, you d'served the bed. But you wouldn't let go of my arm -- told me there was more than enough room for two."
"Oh."
Heero shifted, trying to pull his arm out from under Duo, but the other man was more or less dead weight.
"Relax," he murmured drowsily. "'M not gonna take advantage of you. Jus' wanna sleep a few more minutes, hm?"
And then Duo was snoring lightly, and Heero found himself stuck where he was. He couldn't extricate himself from the limbs of his bed partner without disturbing his slumber. And after Duo had been kind enough to haul his ass back up to the room, he felt he owed him that much.
So he settled back into his pillow and closed his eyes, trying not to focus on the warmth of the body pressed up to his, or the soft brush of the silky braid across his chest. But after only a few moments, both began to have an effect on him.
He found himself wondering what that hair would look like out of the braid. He'd noticed it the day before, when Duo was on the balcony and the wind had loosened some of the strands. They'd fluttered around Duo's face in a most enticing way, making Heero long to reach out and tuck them back -- or just run them through his fingers.
And now they were lying on his skin -- thickly twined into a heavy, satiny braid -- a braid he wanted very much to disassemble.
Of course, thoughts like that brought an image of Duo's face framed by waves of chestnut hair -- leaning over Heero so that the silken mass pooled on his skin -- a very erotic image.
"Y'okay?" came a voice thick with sleep.
Heero twitched guiltily. "What?"
"I said," Duo elaborated, pushing up onto an elbow and looking at him through half-lidded eyes. "Are you okay? You moaned."
"I did?"
Duo smiled wearily. "Yeah, you did." He placed a cool hand on Heero's forehead, frowning a little. "Hung over much?"
"It's -- not bad," Heero managed, glad that he was flat on his back so that his groin and the telltale stirring there, weren't pressed up against his companion.
"Good." Duo's hand slipped from his forehead, down the side of his face, to settle on the front of his shoulder. "Can I get you something?"
Heero's eyes widened as his mind offered all sorts of things he'd like to get from Duo. "S-something?" he stuttered.
Duo frowned momentarily, indigo eyes searching his face, and then gave a soft, sort of sad smile. "Water? Aspirin?"
"Oh."
Duo frowned again, and then a speculative gleam entered his eyes. "Or was there something else you wanted?"
Heero froze, his mind going blank as he fumbled for a reply, wondering how Duo had caught the disappointment in his tone.
"-- 'cause if there was," Duo added in a slightly husky whisper. "I might be willing --"
And then his lips gently covered Heero's, and he rolled so that their bodies were overlapping, and Heero could wrap his other arm around the lean waist as well.
Holy shit!
Heero balked momentarily, trying to bring his wayward body back under control. But then he decided it wasn't worth the effort. If Duo felt this good in his arms, what was the point in fighting it?
Instead, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss, and the touches, and the feeling of rightness. He'd never felt this attracted to anyone in his entire life -- and that had to mean something, didn't it?
"Less thinkin' -- more kissin'," Duo murmured against his lips, apparently hearing the wheels turning in his head.
So he obliged his companion, concentrating on the feel of those warm lips and the hot, slick tongue, while indulging his urge to loosen that incredible braid and let the silky hair spill all around them.
"Gonna be a bitch to comb," Duo mumbled, kissing his way down Heero's throat, and making the dark-haired man squirm and pant.
"I'll do it for you," Heero gasped, sinking both hands into the mass of hair and groaning at the soft, sensual feel of it.
They rocked against each other, and Heero realized he still had his boxers on, and that Duo must have worn sweatpants or something to bed, because there was fabric between their straining bodies.
"Too many clothes," he groaned, feeling a hand slip down to rub his trapped erection.
"Wasn't planning on sex --" came the breathless answer.
"Better start --" he countered, sliding a hand from the silky hair, down the lean back and under the waistband of those sweatpants.
He had a handful of lean, muscular buttock, and was working out the logistics of losing the last of their clothing, when there was a tap on the door, and it opened a few inches to allow a blonde head to peer in.
"Heero --?"
It felt like a bucket of ice water spilling over his head when he registered the slightly shocked sound of Relena's voice, and he sat up so sharply that Duo ended up across his lap, shrouded in loose hair.
"Relena!" Heero blurted in shock. "What the --?"
Her eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest and the flushed face, and she ducked back behind the door. "I'm sorry!" she blurted. "It's just -- the limousine will be here in an hour to take the wedding party to the rehearsal, and the maid said you hadn't been out of the room yet!"
He blinked, rubbing his eyes, and looking down at Duo's flushed and embarrassed face. "What time is it?"
"Eleven."
"Shit. I'll -- be right there," he sighed.
"There's no hurry," she said, still sounding flustered and uncertain. "I just wanted you to have a chance to eat some breakfast first --"
His stomach gave a small lurch at the thought of food, and he grimaced.
"Toast and tea," Duo whispered, still draped unceremoniously across his lap.
"I -- had a bit to drink at the bachelor party," Heero told Relena. "Just tea and toast for me this morning, I think."
"There's plenty of that," Relena answered, sounding a bit more in control. "Marie will have places set in the dining room. And if you need time to -- freshen up -- don't worry. I'll have the limousine wait."
Heero splayed a hand across his face, feeling the heat of a blush. "Thank you," he said stiffly.
The door closed with a little click, and Duo began to chuckle, trying to muffle it in a pillow.
Heero glared down at him. "What's so funny?"
"You. Her. Everything!" Duo snickered. "That chick has the worst timing --!" He rolled onto his back and sat up, fumbling to gather his hair into some semblance of order.
Meanwhile, Heero tried to puzzle out whether he was annoyed at the interruption, or relieved. While Relena's appearance had cooled his ardor, it hadn't made him feel like he "came to his senses." He still felt an irresistible attraction to the man in his bed -- a desire to feel and taste more of that incredible body.
But at the same time, he was embarrassed by his loss of control. He certainly hadn't meant to flirt or tease -- and he definitely hadn't intended to have sex with someone he'd only known a couple of days.
What the hell was wrong with him?
"Second thoughts?" Duo asked quietly, having more or less tamed his wayward hair and woven it into a loose braid again.
Shaken out of his thoughts, Heero looked at the uncertain expression on the braided man's face.
"'S okay," Duo assured him, his gaze sliding away. "I shouldn't have pushed. You made it clear enough from the start --"
"Shut up, Duo." Heero very deliberately caught Duo's chin in his hand, and turned his face back towards him. "I'm not having second thoughts." He brushed a soft kiss across trembling lips. "But I am glad Relena interrupted."
Duo looked perplexed.
"I'm not into casual sex," Heero said firmly. "And I feel like we don't know each other that well yet." His blue eyes burned with intensity. "Hell, I don't even know myself that well yet. I'm just now figuring out that I'm attracted to men. Or -- well -- to you." He ran a thumb across Duo's lips. "Would you hate me if I said I need more time to sort things out?"
"'Course not," Duo said, though there was a trace of disappointment in his tone. "This has been a kinda crazy trip, an' I can see where you'd want to take a step back and get yourself sorted out." He licked his lips nervously. "Maybe some day you could gimme a call, if you ever want to --"
Heero frowned in confusion. "Some day?"
"Well, yeah. I'm assuming you mean you want to part company when we get back home --"
"No!" Heero blurted so sharply that Duo flinched. "I mean, no," Heero continued in a softer tone. "That's not what I meant at all. I want us to have a nice weekend here, and go back home on that plane, and then maybe date for awhile, so we can get to know each other better."
Duo blinked wide eyes. "Oh."
"Is that okay with you?"
"Very okay," Duo said with a relieved smile. "Perfect, actually." He daringly leaned in for a kiss, and Heero met him halfway.
Then Duo pushed back on his shoulders, his breathing a little heavy. "Wow. You oughta get going an' take a shower so you can do your 'wedding party' thing. Otherwise I'm gonna totally try to convince you to break that rule about casual sex --"
Heero managed a wry snort, though his own breathing was none too steady. "Wouldn't take much convincing," he admitted with a sexy little smirk.
He struggled free of the blankets and got out of bed, leaving Duo lying there with a perfectly delicious looking pout. "Damn, Yuy. No wonder Relena never got over her crush," Duo commented. "You're a fucking tease!"
Heero gave a mock scowl. "I never teased her," he insisted.
"You don't even have to try," Duo argued. "You do it just by having such gorgeous eyes and sexy hair. Y'can't even help yourself -- you know that?"
"Just get up and get dressed," Heero grumbled, trying not to blush at the compliments. "We haven't got much time."
"But I'm not in the wedding party."
"No, but you are my date. And there's no reason you can't come along and sit in the back to watch the rehearsal."
"I won't be in the way?"
"I don't care if you are," Heero shrugged, gathering some clean clothes out of his suitcase, and heading for the bathroom. "I want you with me." He went inside, closing the door, and Duo sat there grinning goofily for a moment, before heading for his own suitcase.
TBC...
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