Author: Zazu

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon

Pairing: 1x2

Rating: NC-17

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: Beta-read by Jana

Broccoli

There was definitely something amiss.

I'm not a picky eater, by any means, but seriously? I think almost anyone would object to having broccoli for dinner five nights in a row.

Don't get me wrong; Heero had cooked it in a variety of ways. Well, with as much variety as you could get from broccoli. It was time to find out where this obsession was coming from. I nudged him with my elbow, careful not to jostle him since he was drying a plate.

"Heero?"

"Hm?"

"Was the broccoli on sale or something?"

He gave it some thought. "Not really. Why? I didn't spend more than our grocery budget, did I?"

As if he would. He could mentally tally how much he'd spent and how much of the budget he used, and Heero would never spend more than the budget allowed, not without a good reason.

"No, you didn't."

He studied me for a moment. "You don't hate broccoli, do you?"

"No. But do you plan on making lots more broccoli in the near future?" He had to be; there were at least four more broccoli crowns in the fridge.

"There are four more broccoli crowns in the fridge," he said slowly, lifting an eyebrow. "I was planning to make a cream of broccoli soup tomorrow."

At least it would be soup. "So, where did this broccoli obsession come from?"

Heero set aside the last dish before he turned to me, drying his hands. Taking my hand, he led me out to the living room and set my hands on the back of the armchair.

"Don't move your hands."

Oh God, he was using his bedroom voice. Why the hell was he using his bedroom voice right after dinner? Weren't we in the middle of a discussion?

Heero nibbled on the spot where my neck and shoulder met and I couldn't help but moan. He blew on the spot and I shivered, my cock already hardening. Heero pushed my pants down and I had time to pull just one ankle free before he pressed his chest against my back as he fisted my cock.

I moaned again as he teased the slit, and I jumped a little when his wet fingers touched me from behind. I spread my knees a bit to give him better access and hissed a little as he pushed one finger into me, his other hand still slowly fisting my cock. I lowered my head to watch him, rocking my hips forward to push my cock into hand, and backward onto his finger.

Heero took pity on me and one finger became two. It took him a couple of tries but he curled his fingers and found my prostate. I hissed his name and he deliberately brushed against the spot again.

"That's why we're eating so much broccoli," he murmured.

I turned and glared at him. "Why the hell are you talking about broccoli now?"

He tightened his fist for several quick strokes and I dropped my glare. "Oh geez Heero, are you trying to tell me broccoli turns you on?"

There was a breathless chuckle against my shoulder and then Heero turned me around. "Fact of the day," he said, kissing me briefly. "Broccoli is very healthy."

"Lots of vegetables are healthy," I mumbled, trying to kiss him again, but he dropped to his knees and damn if he didn't make me harder with the way he looked up at me. His lips brushed my cock briefly and it twitched towards him.

"Broccoli is proven to prevent prostate cancer," Heero clarified. "I'm rather fond of your prostate." He punctuated that statement with another brush against that spot and fixed his fascinated gaze on the bead of precum that appeared from the slit of my cock.

"I'm rather fond of it, too," I said, breathless as I watched him slowly lean forward and lap at the head of my cock. "Oh God, Heero!"

He took pity on me and took me into his mouth. He was done playing then; his fingers, his mouth, his tongue all settled on a quick-paced rhythm. I gripped the back of the armchair with one hand, and fisted his hair gently. He glanced at me and took me in until his lips were wrapped around the base of my cock, his throat massaging the head until I was incoherent.

Pulling back, he licked at just the head for a moment before taking me in again, his fingers brushing my prostate. Tilting my head to the side, I realized he was fisting himself.

"Don't even think about coming," I growled at him. "That's mine. Hands off."

He moaned at my tone of voice but released his cock after another stroke. Resting that hand on my hip, he rubbed at the sensitive spot where hip and thigh met. I hovered on the edge, trying not to lose control and thrust forward.

Then, he pushed a third finger into me and I felt the muscles of his throat work at the head of my cock again.

I managed to release Heero's hair and grip the chair as I came, which was probably the best thing I could have done before I managed to tear a chunk of his hair out. His fingers continued to brush against my gland, drawing out my orgasm until I was gasping for breath, stars dancing in front of my eyes.

"Damn," I whispered, opening my eyes as he gently removed his fingers. Kneeling down, I straddled him, my sated cock twitching against his hard, leaking one. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I shifted up and let the head of his cock brush my entrance. Heero took the clue and guided the head of his cock into me, then leaned back on his hands.

"All yours, baby," he murmured.

"Damn right you are." I took him all the way in and rocked my hips, hissing as his cock brushed against my gland again. "I do owe you a proper thank you for looking out for my prostate, don't I?"

He smirked. "Maybe. It was a mutual benefit sort of thing. I like fucking you, but only if you enjoy it too." He punctuated the statement with a thrust of his hips so I pushed back against him.

"Enjoy?" I asked as I started to ride him. "It's a damn addiction, that's what it is."

He shifted, getting his legs out from under himself and planting his feet against the floor so he could flex his hips under me. I moaned as he nailed my prostate, making my cock twitch in reaction. I squeezed my muscles around him and Heero dropped his head back as he thrust his hips. His low, drawn out moan grew louder as I rode him harder until he fell onto his back, freeing up his hands to grab my hips, reaching for completion. His eyes found mine and when I reached back to run my fingers over his balls, he arched, coming with a shout of my name.

I let him ride through his high, watching him as I caught my breath and shuddering at the sensation of the wet heat coating my insides. His body relaxed, so I leaned down and kissed him lazily.

His hands slid from my hips up my back to my shoulders, and then he broke the kiss with a groan. "God, are you hard again?"

"Yes," I admitted, rubbing my cock against his abs as I drifted kisses along his jaw to his ear. "My prostate seems healthy as far as I can tell. So, how about letting my cock say hello to your healthy prostate this time around?"

"Your cock is more than welcome to say hello to my healthy prostate," Heero murmured. "But my back would be happier if it were lying on a bed and not carpet."

"I'm sure my knees would appreciate the bed more than the carpet," I agreed, shifting up. I couldn't resist licking his cock though, making him hiss as I took it into my mouth briefly, then releasing it so I could kiss his balls. "Bed," I said, rubbing at the sensitive spot just behind the twin sacs. "Can you make it that far, you horny thing?" I gently fisted his cock.

"I'm the horny thing? I'm not the one who came down someone's throat and already wants round two."

"I can't help it, babe. You worked my prostate real good. It'd be a blow to your ego if I didn't get hard again."

"My ego, huh?"

"Yeah. So you better get ready to shoot for round too. My ego will not like you if you don't come."

He guided my hand to his half-hard cock. "I'm already well on my way there. Consider your ego soothed and make love to me already."

I smiled down at him and kissed him. "Your wish is my command. Just promise me you'll cut back on the broccoli? Every other day, even? You can do daily prostate checks, you know, just to be on the safe side?"

Heero laughed as he pulled me down. "Every other day, then. I'll be sure to find another way to take care of your prostate on alternating days."

"I have a feeling that I'll like that even more than broccoli."

OWARI

The prompt came from an article I read...here. Hope you enjoyed this! =D

 

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