Author: Zazu
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 1x2x1
Warnings: Sap
Summary: Heero discovers a year-old secret about pillows that Duo has kept from him.
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.
Author's Note: Beta-read by Deb and written for Link's Birthday.
Pillow Talk
Duo sighed, stripping his tie from his neck and making short work of the buttons on his shirt. Tossing said shirt aside, he shucked his pants and stretched out on the large bed, enjoying the feeling of the cool blankets on his bared arms and legs; he loved lying on the bed with just a muscle tee and his boxers. Heero had wanted to go out for dinner so cooking wasn't necessary that night. As it stood, his lover would not be home for another forty-five minutes; he was running a little late with a report.
"Guess I can nap for half an hour," he muttered, pulling back the blankets to slip under them, snuggling a little into the cool sheets and blanket. With a chuckle, he grabbed his pillow and turned it over.
"Can't wait to go out for dinner, Heero," he mumbled before he made himself comfortable and dozed.
The feeling of the bed dipping under an added weight woke him some time later. He smiled without opening his eyes; only Heero could get inside his radar.
"Hey," he mumbled, opening his eyes and stretching as he turned on his back. He reached for the back of Heero's neck, tugging down lightly to administer a kiss. But Heero's eyes were not looking at him; his gaze was a little off to the side.
It had always been Duo's job to deal with the laundry; Heero hated the chore. That was exactly why Heero had never found out that almost a year ago, Duo had purchased some fabric markers and drawn Heero's sleeping face on one side of his pillowcase. The scent of Heero's aftershave lingered in their bed and their pillows; the scent coupled with the picture were a substitute for Heero whenever he was away.
Well, they were a poor substitute, but a substitute all the same.
"Duo?" Heero smirked a little. "Am I not good enough for you? You had to paint your own rendition of me on your pillow?"
Duo suddenly shifted, reaching to flip the pillow around again. Only Heero's quick reflexes prevented the movement from hurting either of them. The American was blushing a little and now buried his face onto the blank side of the pillow.
"You weren't supposed to find out," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
Heero placed a kiss on a bared shoulder. "When did you...?"
"A year ago,"
"And what for?"
"It's a poor substitute for when you aren't around, okay?" His voice was still muffled, but Duo could still feel his own heated cheeks and remained buried against the pillow.
"Duo, love." Heero kissed Duo's neck. "Thank you. Somehow, it means a lot to me."
"Really? You don't mind?" Duo turned then. Heero dropped a kiss on the corner of his lover's lips.
"Yes, really. No, I don't mind." Heero leaned close so that their noses touched. "So, can you do one of you on my pillow?"
Duo suddenly chuckled. "No, I can't."
Heero pulled back with a frown. "Why not? You don't want to share? I want something as a poor substitute for you when you aren't around, too."
Duo's lips were lifted in a sly smile as he reached for Heero's pillow and turned it around. "I needed something for when I got too lonely, so..."
Heero's face flushed at the image of his own face on the flip side of his pillow.
The image of his own face contorted in pleasure; at least that's what it seemed to be. After all, Heero had never seen his own face in that state, while he was quite familiar in the way Duo's face changed when he climaxed.
"Never fails to make me hard," Duo stated, threading fingers into Heero's hair and chuckling a little at his lover's red face. "Including now." He planted a foot on the bed so he had the leverage to lift his hips up and touch against his lover's. "Wanna do something about that, lover? I don't mind putting dinner off until a little later; we'll catch the late-night discount, too." He lowered his own hips back to the bed and raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter, Heero? Can't wrap your head around the fact that you've been sleeping on that image for a year? I swear that it was never only the pillow and the image that made me hard; the real you plays a very large part in that."
His only answer was the press of Heero's hips and equally hard length against his own before sweet lips devoured his, drowning away his chuckles and turning them into moans. Heero then nipped Duo's earlobe.
"So why don't you show me just how hard you can get?"
Duo's answering voice and words were the most erotic things Heero had ever heard.
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...
....
And no, Heero was not about to, and never will, share just what these erotic things were.
OWARI
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