Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
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. This is for Sharon's prompt "First time sex that doesn't go exactly right". This was hard to write because all I could think of when I read the prompt was Keb Zero's "Ten Times". That said, the tone of this was not intentionally meant to be similar to Keb's, but with it being written in Duo's point of view, and with it being a 'looking back' thing, I realized it came out....similar. I'm sorry that it happened this way but otherwise, I'm hoping it's still okay...
The Not-Quite-First Time
I don't know where this thought comes from, but I think you're supposed to look back at your first time with fond memories. Maybe it's supposed to make you blush a little at the thought of it, or maybe make you grin stupidly to yourself, or hell, maybe even make you horny at the thought.
Unfortunately for me and my almost-lover, it wasn't a very good first time.
It happened a week ago, on a Wednesday night. Yes, it was a work night, but who cares? Heero had come over with some Chinese food and the movie that I had wanted to see for a while. He's not usually one to indulge on a weeknight because he lives almost a half hour away, but we'd been working really hard to solve a case and damn if we weren't going to celebrate it somehow.
Okay, I know it's a part of the job to solve cases and doing that just means getting our job done. But it was a particularly difficult case, so there was a particularly satisfying feeling to finally close the file. That was why Heero came over.
The first thing I did when I got home was throw my sheets into the wash. No, I did not have thoughts on having sex with anyone when I did so; I was merely behind in my laundry.
We ate dinner and he kept me company as I did the dishes. Then, we sat down with a coffee and started the movie. A little while later, he paused it and took a washroom break while I put my sheets into the dryer.
When we sat down together again, Heero slid an arm around my shoulders and pulled me down, angling his body a little on the couch so that we could both me comfortable.
Watching action flicks with Heero is always fun; he understands when my fingers move as if itching to load or fire a gun, and he laughs with me when we see something that is unrealistic. I mean, that movie in particular, I think the bad guy should have died twenty minutes ago, except the good guy got stuck while giving chase because of his zipper. Were they trying to drag out the movie or what? When you're chasing someone down, you damn well make sure that nothing can hinder you.
We won't talk about the time I got my rifle caught somewhere as I ran; I didn't want to carry the damn thing, but I couldn't exactly leave it behind. And excuse me if I had been occupied with the cut on my arm at the same time.
Anyway, listening to Heero laugh always makes me laugh because, gods, he sounds so good. Leaning against him the way I am, I can feel the tremors of his body as it shakes and I can't help but grin.
By the time the movie finished, my sheets were dried, so I gave Heero an apologetic kiss for having to move the both of us from our comfortable places, and went to put my sheets back onto my bed. How else would I sleep?
When I returned to the living room, Heero was watching the news and I sat down next to him. His fingers found mine and his thumb moved idly in a simple caress. Then, he leaned over and nuzzled me.
"You smell good," he said.
"I couldn't resist stretching out on the still-warm sheets," I admitted with a chuckle.
Heero smiled and takes another deep breath, squeezing my hand as he did so.
Then, he pressed a kiss at that spot behind my ear, the one that makes my legs give out, so it was a good thing I was already sitting. He always laughs a little when he touches my weak spot there and I moan, but this time, he keeps doing it, and before I know it, I'm lying down on my couch and he's stretched out on top of me.
Being intimate wasn't something we avoided, but we had mutually agreed that it would come naturally. It wasn't that we didn't want the other, but we didn't exactly have a date just to have sex.
It felt right then, the way he was balanced above me, his lips trailing from my weak spot down the side of my neck. I could still hear him breathing in deeply, and the comment slipped out before I could stop it.
"If you like the smell so much I can give you the brand of fabric softeners I use."
He pulled back, amusement in his eyes, and for a moment I honestly though that I had ruined the moment.
"I use the same brand," he said. "And I wasn't talking about the smell of the fabric softeners."
"Oh," I replied intelligently, and he leaned down and kissed me.
I remember thinking that I was finally going to know what it felt like to...to what? Have sex? Get laid? Be intimate?
...Make love?
I pushed those thoughts away and decided that it was time to reciprocate in order to show Heero that I was interested. And damn, was I interested! I touched his body and traced lines and muscles, feeling more and more aroused as he kissed me while mimicking my actions with his hands.
We were keeping things from the waist up, so I decided to move on and slid my hands deliberately down his spine and over his backside, gripping the firm muscles through his pants.
His kiss faltered a moment, and then he was kissing me a little harder. His hands slid up my shirt, fingers finding and tweaking my nipples. I arched my back at that sensation, and he took the opportunity to push my shirt all the way up to my armpits. Breaking our kiss, he turned his attention to my torso and, knowing him, probably decided to experiment with his lips and tongue whether my nipples were really that sensitive.
And god, where they sensitive!
At some point, though, I realized that he was still balanced carefully above me on the couch that suddenly seemed pretty narrow. I removed my hands from his ass and took him by the shoulders, pushing him back gently.
Was that a trail of saliva when he pulled away? He blinked at me, and licked his lips, confused.
"Bedroom," I said. He promptly got off the couch and gave me a hand up, but he pulled me in for a kiss as he stood there, his tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly yet again. When he pulled back, he removed my shirt swiftly. It fell to the floor, and his eyes took in my bare torso.
I took his hand and dragged him into the bedroom, dancing away so that he couldn't grab me or push me down. Untucking his shirt, I bent and lifted it a little, mouthing his firm belly and kissing my way up the center of his body, as I lifted his shirt. His hands gripped my shoulders and his breathing became heavier as I licked and nipped, pausing at his nipples to conduct my own experiment on his sensitivity.
Finally, I removed his shirt and slid my hands into his hair, tilting his head back so I could kiss his neck, trying to remember that I couldn't mark him where it might be visible to the public eye. His hands trailed down my side and I shivered, and then, he paused with fingers on the button of my pants.
I answered his silent question by deftly opening his fly and sliding my hand right in to touch him. It took him longer to get his hands into my pants; granted, I'm sure that being touched the way I was touching him could be kind of distracting. Before long, we were stepping out of our pants and falling back onto my bed.
Okay, in reflection, all of that was pretty hot and arousing. What could have gone wrong? I mean, everything seemed to be progressing in the right direction. I had my boyfriend of a few months in bed, and said boyfriend has the most unbelievable body, and it's currently worshipping mine.
Heero took to grinding against me, his hardness against mine, and I thought I would come right then and there. I tried to distract myself by touching him, by thinking other things for just a brief moment to get myself back under control, but I wasn't doing so well. Luckily, he seemed to realize that, or maybe he needed some control too, because he stopped and looked down at me.
I gazed up at him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. I could see his chest heaving as he breathed.
"Okay?" he asked softly. I nodded.
He pushed my legs apart, kneeling between them and spreading his own knees under my thighs so that our groins were as close together as possible. Then, he lifted me up, sitting me in his lap. I shifted and moaned, feeling his erection rub against mine and wanting more. Heero leaned forward then, resting his head against my chest as he looked down at our erections. I couldn't see the movement with his head in the way, but his hand touched my weeping arousal and I shifted with another small sound.
His fingers explored my cock, touching, memorizing, teasing as he watched, and really, it was a bit unfair because I couldn't see what he was seeing. I pushed him back and reached down to touch him too, but he caught my hand.
"Let your hair down?" he asked softly. "Please?"
It's not like he hasn't seen it down before, but he hasn't seen it too often. In fact, I don't think he's ever touched my hair when it is down. I couldn't deny him that small request, so I brought my braid over my shoulder and offered it to him. He ran his hand from the nape of my neck down to the end of the braid and pressed a kiss onto the small tuft of hair at the end.
I remember thinking that he must really love my hair.
Now, according to how things were meant to go, he should have untied my hair and unravelled it. Then, we would have moved on to the...main event.
I guess it wasn't his fault; not completely. Heero fingered the black hairtie I had on, and as he did so, I decided to do some exploring of my own, now that he wasn't stopping me.
So I rubbed the tip of my finger of the slit of his cock, intending to spread the precum there over the head. The next thing I knew, I was falling back, kicking Heero in the process as I curled up, my hand on my privates and biting my lip.
What the hell, right? I didn't know what happened but damn something had hurt me there and then Heero was leaning over me, muttering 'oh shit' and 'are you okay' and 'I'm so sorry'.
It was a minute or so later that I realized he'd exerted a little too much force on my hairtie and it had snapped. And since the thing is an elastic...well. I'm sure you know what happened. It's a painful memory for me, okay?
Eventually, we were able to laugh about it and I kissed Heero, stopping his rambling apologies and telling him that what's done was done and he hadn't meant to, and it had been my fault to distract him in the first place.
He did spend the night, but we didn't do anything other than sleep. Which is pretty intimate too, if you ask me, and even if we didn't successfully make love the night before, waking up to see Heero smiling at me is pretty sweet.
I guess I don't look back to my almost-first-time all too fondly, even if the morning after had been pretty good. We've yet to try again, but I'm beginning to think that Heero is afraid to initiate, so I may have to take up the reins and get us back to where we were. This time, I plan to start by taking my hairtie off before any other clothing.
It wasn't the best, and hell, technically it didn't even happen, even if we did get pretty far along the way. So instead of calling it my first time...
...let's just call it practice.
OWARI
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