Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Use of sex toy
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Not beta-read. Use of sex toy. Dedicated to Sharon for her birthday!
Bonks Per Minute
My boyfriend is a geek.
A math geek.
Normal math, physics, computers, you name it and he'll have some level of expertise in it.
Me? I'm not that great at math. In fact, I met Heero Yuy in school for math; he was my peer tutor, working towards his volunteer hours while I was trying to pass math class. I ended up doing better than just a pass, and Heero sees it as his victory. I see it as falling in love.
As in, I did it to please him; that was my motivational factor, and I don't do things to please just any damn person.
A year later, he was in his senior year, me in my junior, and that was when we'd ended up dating. I still remember the look on his face when I used a math pick up line I'd found off the internet.
"Heero...you cause all my Cauchy sequences to converge."
"Cauchy sequences?"
"...Yeah."
"Duo, do you even know what a Cauchy sequence is?"
"...No. But you know it, so you know what I'm saying right?"
"..."
"You look like you want to ki--mmph."
"I look like I want to what?"
"Kill me. But you're welcome to kiss me inst¡ªmmmm."
"Duo, if you don't know what a Cauchy sequence is, how did you know..."
"There was an explanation where I saw this."
"What did it say?"
"It said that it meant 'you complete me'."
"Duo?"
"Hm?"
"You cause all my Cauchy sequences to converge too."
Okay. So it had been a little corny, but you couldn't say I wasn't creative about it. And it was exactly the sappiness of that statement that the particular statement didn't make it into the bedroom the night I first slept with him in my senior year when he'd come back to visit from college.
Or any night we spent together after that. Because I think it could be pretty sappy and romantic in that setting, too.
Anyway, I'd wound up at the same college as Heero after graduation, although I studied English as opposed to math. I call him my math geek and he calls me his lit nerd. It was easy enough to share an apartment with him that was close to campus, and although I thought it meant a lot of time with him, I was wrong.
It was time with him, but lots of it was studying time.
Now, however, his birthday was rolling around; thankfully on a Saturday this year. And I'd purchased the perfect present for him while I was surfing one of those geeky toys websites I frequently check out.
I'd started the day off making him breakfast and then we'd gone to the bookstore because there was something he wanted to pick up. Bookstores were, understandably, a place we spent a lot of time at. After all, as I said I'm a literary nerd, and Heero can amuse himself for a long time in the math, science and computer books sections.
After a quick lunch, we went to watch a movie and spent some time just chatting at the coffee shop afterwards, discussing the movie. We'd decided early on that I'd make dinner that night; he loved my tomato sauce, so we stopped by the movie store to rent something to watch in the evening.
I let him pick the movie, and didn't let him know that I didn't think we'd get around to it.
"What are you thinking about?" Heero asked, handing me a dish. I'd insisted that birthday boys shouldn't be doing dishes, but he'd countered by saying he enjoyed doing chores with me.
"Your birthday present," I answered. It wasn't a lie, really; I was imagining the little box I'd hidden in the bedside drawer and his reaction to it.
I set the last dish down on the drying rack and he pulled me close. "So when do I get it?" he asked. He really was looking forward to it; the last present I'd given him was on Christmas and that was a book I knew he wanted but was out of stock everywhere, except I managed to buy it, double the price, off another nerdy friend of his who also promised to keep it a secret.
I slid my arms around him and leaned in for a languid kiss. His tongue twined with mine and I shivered with delight. Yes, I'd been waiting for this almost all day, probably anticipating it more than he had because I knew what was in store.
Pulling back, I tugged the hair at the base of his neck. "What's the name of that guy who talked about parallel lines never meeting?" I asked.
"Euclid," he answered, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "And it was two parallel planes, not lines."
"Close enough." I leaned close and licked the shell of his ear, sucking the lobe between my lips. He gasped quietly when I nipped gently. "Let's go explore some non-Euclidean geometry," I said huskily.
He chuckled, shaking his head against mine. "Only you, Duo," he sighed. "Only you can make math sexy, even if you look them up online."
"I didn't look this one up online," I protested. "I did pay attention to algebraic geometry back in senior year, although I still don't know why I took it. It was the lowest damn grade on my report card that year."
"You told me you took it because--"
I shifted my hips against his. "Non-Euclidean geometry," I insisted.
He laughed as I dragged him towards the bedroom and pushed him down under me.
Before long, I'd managed to strip us of our clothes and I straddled him, rubbing our arousals together as I leaned down.
"Sorry," I sighed as he wrapped his hands around our cocks.
"What?" he asked, pausing his movements.
"You're not going to get to watch that movie we rented," I said. "I don't intend to let you out of this bed until morning comes around."
"I'm sure I can get more entertainment here," he said. "And I can always rent the movie again."
I buried my face in his neck as he began to stroke our erections again. "You're the square root of two," I murmured, kissing and sucking on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, marking him with a hickey.
"How so?" he asked, shifting into a more comfortable position and focusing his hand on my erection only.
"You make me irrational around you."
He moaned. "I want to tell you that your lines are corny, but..."
But they were turning him on. I grinned victoriously against his shoulder.
"And I lied. I will let you get out of bed later for the dessert I got. It'll be our break tonight."
"Dessert?" He asked. "Isn't this it?"
"The edible one."
"And this isn't?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
"I've totally corrupted you," I moaned as his finger teased the slit of my cock. "And while this is, I meant another one. A three point one four."
He pulled me down for a kiss. "Nerd," he mumbled against my lips.
I broke our kiss though and licked my way down his chest, pausing only to worry his nipples into hardened peaks. His back arched and he was gripping my braid, but otherwise he remained still, letting me have my wicked way with him.
I eyed his drooling erection and looked up at him, deliberately licking my lips. His lips parted in a half-moan and I took his hand in mine, tangling our fingers together. Splaying my other hand on his belly, I licked his cock almost tentatively.
It bobbed towards me, as if reaching for my mouth, and I was all too happy to oblige. Kissing the twin sacs below, I slowly mouthed and licked my way up to the head of his cock and paused, looking at him.
"Duo!" he pleaded between clenched teeth, a fine sheen of sweat already glistening on his chest. Blowing lightly over the crown, I pursed my lips and kissed the slit, licking up the drop of precum beaded there and slowly took him in, letting my lips caress his length until I reached the base, my nose in his dark curls. His moan was dragged out as he watched me and our eyes met across the planes of his torso. I traced a figure eight sideways on his belly, the symbol for infinity, and slowly began to suck.
He let go of my braid and his hands smoothed my bangs as I worked my mouth along his length. My body shifted, rubbing my hardness against the sheets for some temporary relief.
He sighed when I moved my mouth off of him, the moaned when I swirled my tongue over the top. Tracing my fingers through his treasure trail, I began to pump him lazily and kissed my way up to him again, sucking at the hollow of his throat.
"Give me a second," I murmured and leaned away. He pulled me back and I laughed. "Really," I said. "I want to give you your present."
"Now?" he groaned. "Later."
"No." I wormed away and let go of his cock. "Close your eyes."
He sighed but complied as I had hoped he would, and I hurriedly pulled the box out, removing the prize within it.
Moving between his legs again, I stretched the soft, rubber ring and slid it over his cock.
His hand grabbed at me and he almost sat up, eyes opened wide. "What the hell?" he breathed.
I managed to divert his hands and fit the cock ring snugly at the base of his erection before I leaned up, holding his hands.
"It's a cock ring," I said. "And it's your birthday present."
He knows me well and didn't protest except to ask why. Or maybe he couldn't protest because I was stroking his hardness again.
"See the little block? It's a counter. Think...pedometer. Or heart-rate counter."
"And this counts?"
"It's still a BPM," I murmured. "Bonks per minute. It's a sex counter cock ring. It's supposed to make you harder but it won't hinder your orgasm."
He stared incredulously at me.
"So, math geek," I forged on, blushing a little at his intense gaze. "Interested in seeing how many bonks you need...to make us both come?" I rolled off of him, lying beside him although my gaze never left his.
That was all the urging he needed. He came up above me and pressed our lips together; I could feel his smile.
"Nerd," he breathed, and then he grasped me under my thighs, pushing my legs up and almost folding me in half.
I moaned loudly when he began to rim me, his tongue working against my entrance to stretch and lubricate me. I whimpered; this was my absolute weakness. Already, I could feel my entrance flexing, asking for more, although a part of it was probably from sucking him off alone.
He kissed each of my buttocks and went back to tasting me intimately, one hand releasing my leg to let it fall aside so he could stroke my cock. His tongue probed as deep as it could within me, touching me intimately and leaving me quivering with need. My cock jerked in his hand, drooling, and I moaned his name, begging in that single word for more.
He released my cock and I held back my protest, knowing what I wanted was coming. I couldn't see what he did, but then a finger probed my entrance, sliding easily within me in a quick stretch. Then, he was looming over me, reaching behind the mattress for the lube.
"Don't," I breathed. "One is enough. I want to feel you. All of you."
He paused only momentarily, but didn't deny me that need. I realize that he'd smeared my precum and his own all over his erection. It would be enough. He rubbed my cock against my belly and positioned himself.
His gaze never left mine as he eased slowly into me. I struggled to keep my eyes from closing at the sensation; the slight burn of entry and the familiar feeling of being filled.
He stopped and pushed forward again, repeating that until he was seated as deeply as possible, although not as deeply as usual due to the purple, rubber cock ring around the base of his erection. He kissed me, letting me adjust, and when I felt ready, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him against me as I pushed against him.
Brushing another brief kiss over my lips, he pulled my legs up again and began to thrust slowly. His eyes darted down to the little meter at his cock, his gaze curious.
"Working?" I asked breathlessly.
"Yes," he answered. "That's three, four, five," he counted, then kissed the side of my knee.
I don't know what hit me, but my body suddenly tensed with pleasure.
"Duo?" he asked, stilling immediately.
"Don't stop," I begged. It wasn't my prostate that he hit, but the press of the rubber against me...
He watched as he thrust again, then grinned.
"There's a little nub here," he said, reaching down to touch the top of the meter. "Pressing right here on your sensitive spot." He reached and pressed his knuckle against the spot behind my balls, my perineum I remembered the name, and I moaned again.
The sounds I made always stirred his blood, and he set a rhythm, making love to me slowly as his hands caressed me, his gaze washing over my face and my body like a second, intense touch, his hips angling to hit my prostate.
I held off touching myself for as long as I could, just feeling him as he picked up the pace, releasing my legs so I could wrap them around him for leverage in meeting his thrusts. I moaned loudly as he bent down and marked me at the juncture of my neck and shoulder just like I'd done to him. His hands teased my chest, my abs, my nipples, my shoulders. Then, his hands gripped the sides of my hips, pressing at the dips on either side just under my hip bones, making me arch wantonly against him. It was a sensitive spot of mine and he exploited it ruthlessly, watching as I writhed and squirmed against him.
Pulling him down again, I slid my fingers into his hair, holding him close so I could press our lips together, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to mimic what he was doing to me. His hand wormed between our bodies and he began to rub my cock against my belly.
Everything was getting to be too much. He was moaning into my lips and I echoed him loudly, my legs tightening around his hips, surely enough to leave marks, maybe a bruise.
Throwing my head back and feeling his mouth immediately claim my throat, I yelled his name and cried wordlessly, feeling my balls tighten, drawing up between our bodies as he continued to thrust. Clutching him to me, I screamed again and came, dragging out a low moan as orgasm washed through me, feeling his cock as my muscles contracted around him.
It took him several more thrusts and he moaned against my neck as he came, his hand still on my cock, the other clutching my hip. I felt him swell and twitch within me, spurts of warmth coating my insides as he panted against me.
His heart hammered through my chest, an echo of my own as our bodies relaxed and he leaned slightly to the side so as not to crush me. I moaned when he slipped from my body and I leaned immediately towards his warmth.
It was several minutes before we caught our breaths and came back to the plane of reality and I spoke first.
"How many bonks?" I asked.
He shifted and managed to remove the ring, peering at the meter.
"A hundred twenty one," he said with a chuckle.
I laughed, nuzzling his shoulder. "I bet I can one up you on that."
"I'd like to see you try," he retorted.
"Later," I said. "After the three point one four and maybe a little bit of rest."
"Weakling," he teased. "I was the one who did most of the work there."
"No, you were the one who did most of the playing there," I corrected teasingly. He tugged at my braid and I sighed, feeling content.
"Happy Birthday, Heero," I murmured, closing my eyes. "I love you, you know?"
"Eight, three, one," he replied.
"What?" I asked groggily.
"Eight, three, one," he repeated. "Eight letters, three words..." he kissed my head. "One meaning. Numbers can be considered words, you know, lit nerd?"
It took me a moment to understand, and I grinned. "Math geek. Right back at you."
I love you.
OWARI
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