Title: Interrupted
Authors: Miss Murdered and ELLE
Pairings/Warnings: 1x2x1, m/m sexual situations, cursing
Heero
Waking up with Duo provides me with one of the most intense feelings of satisfaction I am ever able to experience. I'm not sure exactly what it is about the way the light hits his face, catches in his hair, frames him in gold but it makes me ache to see him like that – relaxed, safe, next to me, where I could lay and watch him breathing for as long as I like. I almost always woke up first, unable to sleep much past sunrise no matter how I might try, but I didn't mind and would lay there watching him for as long as he slept.
But this morning I didn't have to wait long before his eyelashes fluttered and he made a soft, helpless sound of contentment that made my heart tighten just a moment before he rolled over onto his back, groaning and looking over at me.
"Dreamt about you all fuckin' night," he said with a little bit of a glare I knew was mostly in jest and I grinned, feeling uninhibited in these early moments on a long break between missions where I wasn't worried that one of us would end up dead in the next twelve hours. But then his face went still as he closed his eyes and his brows tightened and he sighed as he pressed his palm against his erection, smoothing the tent in the sheets momentarily. Nothing got me as hard as quickly as watching him touch himself and I stared, entrapped, knowing he was doing this on purpose. I watched as his hips arched upwards a little, meeting his hand as he stroked himself through the sheets and he whimpered a little, knowing what he was doing but I was helpless.
My hand sought out my own dick to ease the tension of watching him tease me and I pumped it slowly, stroking up and down with a deliberate laziness as I leaned forward to kiss his shoulder. Duo watched me underneath his eyelids as I planted kisses against his skin and his hips rocked slowly too, creating friction against his hand, and I smiled against his skin. I liked mornings like this.
I kissed him, heedless of morning breath, knowing we'd been through worse, and he'd reciprocated, lips locking and unlocking, tongues trailing against each other and I heard him slide his hand under the sheets so she could touch himself better. Duo sighed into my mouth and I kissed him a little harder, hearing his hand against the sheets, feeling his arm moving against my chest as he jerked himself off.
I pulled away from him and threw the sheets off so that I could watch, my own hand speeding up as I did, unable to stop it even if I wanted to. He was so fucking hot like this – wanton, needy, moaning a little, hair mussed from sleep, hips moving up to meet his hand, dick hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip and fuck – I wanted to cum. Duo's other hand moved up to tease a nipple and he hissed and that was it for me – I rolled over and laved my tongue over his other nipple, biting it gently and he moaned, his hand speeding up too, the smack of palm against flesh making me buck against my own hand, pressing into his side.
Then I decided I had to taste him and I moved down his body, licking across his head to taste the cum pooling there and he gasped.
"'Ro...!" My name was a like a sob caught in his throat as I swallowed his head, teasing it with my tongue, forcing his hand to stop and his chest to heave and I knew it was more than he could likely stand as his body jerked with the sensitivity.
"'Ro – stop," he begged and I complied, glancing back at him to make sure everything was okay and he stared back at me. Then he reached for my thigh and grabbed it, trying to pull me in his direction.
"Lay down on your side," Duo commanded even as he rolled onto his and I obeyed, sliding my body in line with his so that my dick was at his mouth. I took him back in mine, holding him in my hand to make it easier and I closed my eyes and muffled my own moan on his cock when I felt him take me in his mouth.
This was, ultimately, the perfect start to a lazy day. The build up was intense like this. It was difficult to work up much of a pace because every time I tried, Duo would get the upper hand on me and I would be left with eyes closed, sensation overwhelming me, unable to do anything more than lap weakly at his dick and whimper until I pulled myself together and regained control.
But this time I felt sure he would win as I felt his fingers press against my ass, sliding one in carefully and I panted, trying to maintain some damned control as he sought out my prostate but I was helpless against him. Duo knew just how to tease me and my hips fought desperately to be finger fucked against my will, forcing down on his hand.
"Fuck," I muttered out, barely audible, and felt his chuckle all the way down my dick as my own fingers sought to repay the torture I was currently enduring. I was rewarded with a throaty moan of his as I slid a finger into his body all the way down to the knuckle, stroking him with it, feeling his dick twitch in my mouth at the attention.
I was close – so damn close – when the doorbell rang and we both paused. I felt Duo's finger retreat, felt my dick slip from his mouth and I whined as he drew away from me. He gave me a look, then, a look that said I would just have to wait as he climbed off the bed and I threw my head back against it in frustration, pulling on my dick, knowing it wouldn't take much for me to come but then I was watching him as he threw on flannel pants and an oversized t-shirt and he was watching me as I jerked myself off and the frown that set in on his face... I stopped. Huffed out of frustration, watched as a little smile curled on his lips and he stepped into the bathroom to wash his hands and the doorbell rang again.
"If it's Witnesses I'll give 'em a play-by-play of what they're interrupting!" he called from the bathroom as he washed his hands and I rolled my eyes, fingers pulling on myself once again, really not too fucking thrilled that he decided to get the damned door. I hoped it was Witnesses and I hoped he wouldn't spare them a single detail – even though I knew with his upbringing he'd probably invite them in for breakfast.
"I'll be right back so don't you dare – !" he warned as he hopped down the stairs with way too much fucking pep for this situation in my personal opinion and I deliberately ignored his command, speeding up the movement of my hand, considering how easy it would be to get relief, imaging him touching himself just as he was only minutes ago, the taste of his cum in my mouth, and fuck I was close and I just – stopped. A chorus of little voices and the stomps of small feet filtered through our kitchen and I groaned. I couldn't at all feel okay with what I was about to do knowing that there were a bunch of kids downstairs – and that Duo would be pissed on top of that.
I rolled over and cussed into the sheets for a minute before getting up and washing my hands, wiping down my face with a cold washcloth and glaring into the mirror. Duo might've been amused by the neighborhood kids, but I sure as shit wasn't. They were loud, obnoxious, left their skateboards, bicycles, and other shit on the sidewalks and really, when our lease was up I was seriously contemplating moving to somewhere less family-oriented.
Copying Duo I threw on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, knowing that despite what Duo said he wasn't going to be 'right back.' Not with a horde of kids running through our downstairs.
Irritated, I decided to at least get damn some coffee started or something. I didn't even try to soften my expression as I banged around kitchen appliances, glaring over the bar at the kids currently infiltrating our living room with their shoes on my expensive leather couch, getting dirt in my expensive persian rug, Duo with screwdrivers and small bottles of oil and who knew what the fuck else spread out on my expensive teakwood table.
But then he smiled wide, picking up their mechanical toy helicopter, explaining something about the way the motor spun the blades to the rapt fascination of the children and my hands stopped on the counter and I watched him. His eyes shone as he explained this simple concept and my chest constricted, unable to deny the way it felt to see him like that – so happy, so content in that moment where he got to share something he would never get the chance to otherwise.
He knew I personally had no desire for kids, couldn't see the use, didn't think I'd make a very good parent anyway given my dubious upbringing and I knew he was too damn scared to have his own for similar reasons and consequentially that meant that this was it – this was his shot. This was the closest thing he'd ever get and knowing that my expression softened as his eyes met mine across the room for the briefest moment, an apology written there, but I just shook my head ever so slightly and turned to the fridge to see if there was anything we could offer as a snack.
