Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lemon
Pairings: 1x1, 2x2
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.
Sexting
The first time Heero heard it he looked around, wondering what sort of device would emit such a sound. It was quickly followed by a second, more familiar ping, and he picked up his phone from his desk.
That was when he realized he had more than one message on his phone, and one icon was different; the MMS icon, he recalled. A multi-media text.
Opening it, he saw a picture of Duo, one eye closed, the image tilted. It looked as if Duo were wondering whether the camera could capture all of him in that frame. Chuckling, he opened the SMS icon to read the text message.
/Did that come through okay?/
Heero specifically recalled that Duo had tested out the MMS option when he'd first gotten his new phone. Wondering what his lover was up to, he replied the text.
/Yes. Experimenting again?/
He'd just set the phone down when SMS alert pinged again.
/Not experimenting. Playing./
Heero sighed, half wishing he had the luxury of entertaining Duo. Technically, he had the time to, but the more headway he made into the project, the better the coming weekend would look.
He told himself that he'd use that time to have fun with his lover.
A few minutes later, the SMS rang again.
/Not playing?/
/Can't. Lots to do, if you don't want me to bring work home for the weekend./
What he now recognized as the MMS alert, the sound of three tones, rang through with another picture. This time, Duo had taken the picture through the mirror. He squinted, then recognized the lazy grin on Duo's lips. Duo was wearing a white button-down shirt and...
Heero squinted a little more, and swore that the pattern on those boxers were a firm indication that his lover had stolen one of his pairs. Again.
/I'll play without you./
Heero swallowed, realizing what his lover had in mind. Getting up, he quickly locked the door to his office, then sat down again, phone within reach, and tried to get back to work.
It was definitely a futile attempt, but he tried, regardless. Just as he realized where he had left off in his document, a picture came through. He opened it with just a moment's hesitation, wondering if the feeling he had was similar to that of opening some forbidden treasure.
A picture of Heero's boxers, tented. Underneath it was the caption || Hard for you ||.
His lover had barely started, and Heero already had to loosen his tie to make sure he could breathe.
In the next picture Duo's hand was in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt, a hint of abdomen just visible, captioned || Stop tickling and touch ||. Heero's fingers twitched, wanting to touch that skin; to tease his lover. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, waiting.
|| Just like that ||, the caption read, accompanying a picture of two fingers pinching a dusky, pebbled nipple.
|| Wish you were here? || Heero glared at Duo's teasing expression, a finger in his mouth. He sent a text back.
/You mean, you wish you were here?/ After all, Duo had mentioned 'office sex' as a fantasy once, albeit a long while ago.
/Damn right I do./ Heero was disappointed with the lack of picture this time. That didn't last for long, because the picture Duo sent next showed a small wet spot on his boxers, captioned || Nothing like you holding me ||.
/Touch yourself./ Heero sent, giving up on his work altogether.
Duo sent a picture of himself, back at the mirror with his shirt opened and baring one shoulder, with his hand splayed on his abdomen and his fingers just above the edge of the boxers. || Already am ||.
Heero shifted in his seat, aware of how hard his own cock was getting. He wondered if Duo would go so far as to send a picture of his erection through to Heero's phone; the thought alone made Heero feel embarrassed and wanting at the same time.
The next picture answered his question; a fist gripping a cock through the boxers, not showing it directly, but leaving no doubt as to what was being held. || Fast or slow? ||
/Fast./
/Someone's in a hurry./
/How fast can you come?/
The next picture was of Duo, one eyebrow raised. His finger was raised to his lips, tongue just ready to lick the small bead of wetness there. || Challenging me? ||
/Two minutes./ Heero's body was hot and the wet spot in his own boxers was becoming uncomfortable. He undid his pants, feeling like he was going to get in trouble, but not willing to risk coming in his own pants. That would be far more humiliating. Sitting up for a moment, he grabbed a few tissues, setting them aside to be ready, then settled back in his chair once more, his hand gripping his erection.
/Babe, I can take 30 secs just thinking of you./
A small moan escaped Heero's lips and he fumbled with his phone. /Do it./
Heero began to touch himself as soon as he sent the text.
Duo's next picture looked a little more awkward than the last; Heero realized that he must have been standing right near the mirror. Duo's hand was blurred, no doubt jerking himself off through the boxers. There was a reflection too, and the picture also showed Duo's abs, tensed up. Heero made a pointed note then to pay close attention to that neglected expanse of skin at a later time.
It seemed like his lover couldn't be bothered sending captions anymore and the next picture showed Duo sitting back in a chair, hips thrusting up, head tossed back. If the size of the screen were bigger, Heero knew that he would see the hint of a red flush on his lover's cheeks.
/Duo./
Heero sent that message off with another fumble. He was dangerously close. This game was turning him on in a way he didn't think would be possible, since Duo wasn't right next to him, touching him, teasing and whispering to him.
/God, Heero/
When Heero saw the next picture, he had no idea how his lover had managed it. Taken from just above, a stream of cum was shooting out from the tip of Duo's cock, the boxers and his hand hiding the majority of it, save the head. Staring at that picture, Heero could mentally hear the sounds Duo made when he came. Dropping the phone on his desk, he snatched up the tissues just in time to come right into the wad.
His phone pinged three tones again, followed with by a text message, but it took Heero a moment to recover enough to read them.
The picture was of his lover, his torso wet with his come, a finger dragging through some the way Heero did whenever he wanted to taste his lover. A sated smile rest on the lips Heero desperately wanted to kiss.
/If you came in your pants, I'll gladly bring you a change./
Heero exhaled heavily, wishing he could be with Duo. /I managed. Look forward to a live show tonight./
The last picture to come through showed Duo on the bed, two fingers pressed to his puckered lips - an indication of a kiss. || I'll be ready for you ||, the caption read.
Chuckling at the last message that came through, Heero righted his clothing and set the phone aside. It took some effort to focus on his work, but Heero was motivated by what was waiting for him at home that weekend. His phone received one more text.
/Now get back to work before your boss kicks your ass./
Bemused, he set the phone back down and got back to work.
OWARI
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