Author: Zazu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, fluff
Pairings: 1+2+1
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.
Riled Up
I looked up when he entered the apartment and closed the door with more force than necessary. His messenger bagged was carelessly tossed onto the armchair and he strode into the kitchen, his braid swinging angrily behind him. I closed my textbook, set it on the coffee table, and waited.
I could hear him banging around getting a drink, cursing under his breath at something; he'd probably spilled something. I imagined him gulping down whatever it was he had selected, and a moment later, a mug was set, loudly, into the sink. I turned my body sideways and slid down, stretching out along the couch just as he left the kitchen.
"You know, for someone who has received so much education, some professors really lack common courtesy," he snapped. "What's the point of giving out an email address when emails are not replied to? Why offer extra office hours when you're not going to be there half the time? Why ask us for a note, and then either disregard it, or lose it?"
I watched as he paced left and right and idly tucked my arm under my head to watch him.
"My education happens to matter to me! I know they have hundreds of students, but if they can't manage them all, then maybe they shouldn't be a professor!" He turned, walked to the right, pivoted, and paced to the left once more, waving his hands around as he spoke. "I wish I could tell them off, or heck, just give them some advice on student management. And don't even get me started on these damn exams! How is asking for a confirmation on material coverage considered asking for too much information?"
Oh, there was a new pose. He leaned against the side of the shelf, his braid in his hand as he shook it at me while emphasizing a point. I didn't hear what his point was though, because I was too focused on his flashing eyes, his full lips, and that length of braid shaking at me, tempting me to grab it.
Except he was a bit too far for me to reach.
Wait, he was coming closer. "Why don't your professors ever give you this crap?" he asked, walking closer to sit on the side of the couch. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him down on top of me, grimacing as he wriggled into a more comfortable position. He propped an elbow up on my chest and looked down with a sigh. "I should have taken the same electives you took last year. At least then I'd know what the professors were like. But then you took all those lecture courses that seemed so boring!"
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"What?" he asked defensively. "They were all lectures!"
So they were. But at least I only had them once a week, which equated to less school hours per week. I fisted his braid and smiled at him.
"You're cute when you're all riled up."
He glared down at me. I drew a finger down his nose and quickly pulled my hand away as he turned and snapped playfully at my finger.
"Okay, I am sympathetic about your irresponsible professors, but hey, so long as you pass the exam you won't have to deal with them again, right?"
He dropped his head onto my shoulder. "What if I don't pass?"
"You will." I rubbed his back. "Anyway, the exams are over and done with. May I take your mind off of them now? If you're done complaining?"
"I thought you liked me all riled up," he complained into my shirt. Then, he slowly lifted his head, an eyebrow raised at me. "Wow. You do like it when I'm like that." He grinned and deliberately shifted his leg.
"It's what you did just now. Talking against my chest like that." Feeling his lips against me, even through my shirt, always turned me on. I deduced that it was probably because he did that all the time, moaning against my skin in his attempt to be quieter.
He moved his forearm over my chest, just below my neck so I couldn't lift my head. Then, he leaned in just out of kissing range. "So you stretched out all comfortable on the couch to wait for me to finish ranting?"
"Mmhmm." I stared at his lips, just out of reach.
"So you can ravage me silly?"
That was the plan. I narrowed my eyes a little, giving him what he called my 'predator' look. He studied my expression for a moment, then moaned, dropping his head onto my chest.
"Damn you're hot, Heero," he said. "What in the world did I do to deserve you?"
I wasn't even going to attempt to answer that; after all, I kind of felt that way too. Instead, I shifted under him, sliding a hand down his back to grab his ass. He moaned, pressing his hips against me and I grinned, feeling his arousal between us.
Before I could slip my fingers under the waist of his jeans to tease him, he pushed away and stood, stripping off his shirt and throwing it at my head. I blocked it, tossing it aside only to find him gone from the room, his voice trailing after him as he made his way towards the bedroom.
"Last one naked in bed tops!"
I grinned and followed him at a more sedate pace, stopping at the bedroom door to see him standing by the bed, mostly naked. His back was to me, his muscled ass bared for my viewing pleasure as he bent to strip off his socks. I waited until he turned to face me before I slowly stripped my shirt off and dropped it onto the floor.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then he smirked, sitting down and scooting back towards the headboard. "Whoops. Looks like you're a bit too slow, Yuy."
I shrugged lazily at him and slowly unbuttoned my jeans as I walked towards the bed. Sliding them off along with my briefs, I stepped out of them and crawled on all fours towards him.
"Not a problem. After all, it would be the attentive boyfriend's pleasure to screw all your troubles right out of your mind."
He opened his mouth to reply, but I beat him to occupying it, pressing my lips to his and thrusting my tongue in. I'd had enough of his talking for now, and for the next little while, I didn't want to hear anything aside from my name and some moaning muffled against my skin.
OWARI
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