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Conversations of the Talkative One and TV Boy
"So, Heero, was that whole 'going to have to fuck you' thing a promise? Because it sounded like one to me. In fact, I think we ought to go into that bedroom over there-" A finger pointed in the direction of their room. "-and get started right away." "Hn." "I'll take that 'Hn' as a yes. Then we should go. Now. Meaning you should probably turn turn off the TV and get up off the sofa. Heero? Hello? You in there?" An exasperated braided boy sighed mournfully and whined out his lover's name. "Heero. I hate it when you make promises you don't keep." "Hn." "I see how it is. Mr. 'Boy-Toy' Duo Maxwell gets no nookie. Geez, Heero, I'm surprised you haven't gotten up and started humping the television. Are you listening to me? Am I just talking to myself? Because I get the distinct feeling that you're more interested in what's on that damned TV than me." He pouted. "Hn." "Come on, Heero. I could swear that you've seen this program before. Whoa! Is that porn you're watching?" A TV Guide was thrust at him. "Oh, the Discovery Channel. Heero! Why in the hell are you watching the Discovery Channel?! You could be having sex with me." He pointed to the screen. "I can do that. I can do that, too. Whoa." He cocked his head. "Now I'm not sure I can do that, but I can try. Geez, the things they show on the Discovery Channel these days." "Hn." "GAH! Can you do more than grunt?" He studied the one shaking his head. "I know you can. I've even heard you moan before." A long silence ensued and the braided one couldn't help but squirm. "Come on, Heero. Say something. Please?" "Hn...My God! Will you stop that damned whining and pouting, Duo?" A human could only take so much of the powerful pout of Duo Maxwell. "No." The braided one thought. "Unless you carry me off to the bedroom and ravish me. I might stop then." "Can I watch the rest of this?" "No!" "Please?" "Umm...no." "Please, Duo, please?" "Fine! Geez, I'm so undersexed." Heero Yuy also had a very powerful pout. Long fingers played gently in the end of the braided one's braid. Soft, silky hair slid over the fingers. "No, you're not." "Okay. Maybe you're right. But right now..." His voice rose to a whine again. "Duo..." The warning tone was there. "Geez, okay, okay. I'll stop." "Good." On top of the powerful pout, Heero Yuy had a damn good warning tone. A new voice entered the conversation along with a faceful of pillow for both Heero and Duo. "Go away! Flirt somewhere else!" The new voice's owner plopped down on the sofa. The braided one grinned evilly. "Gee, Wufei, did something crawl up your-" He raised the pillow threateningly. "Don't even think about finishing what you were saying. Now go away! Let the normal person watch TV!" The braided one and his lover stood up and left the room, leaving the other boy alone. "Finally. Oh holy shit! What were they watching?" He stared in awe at the TV screen. "Wow..." -fin- |
