Title: Forever
Authors: Miss Murdered & ELLE
Disclaimer: Despite how many fics we both post, neither of us owns Gundam Wing or have come any closer to owning it.
Pairings/Warnings: 1x2x1, gratuitous smut – m/m sexual relations ahead! Also, cursing, of course.
Additional Notes: This fic came about as Miss Murdered joked about sending ELLE a "quickie" e-mail and from there our smutty minds devolved over the course of several more e-mails until ELLE convinced Miss Murdered through a series of well maneuvered arm pulls that writing a "quickie fic" based on the boys having a "quickie" was a great idea. Of course the arm pulling is a lie – Miss Murdered agreed immediately and turned this quickie around quickly. ;-P And ELLE reciprocated. (Oh my, that sounds entirely too dirty...!)
Posting both chapters at the same time but separately as they really do belong together as one.
Pre-Mission
"Holy fuck, 'Ro."
His hands are all impatient and I'm trying to not end up with my camouflage fatigues ripped to shit as he fumbles past the belt and to my dick. I try to move in the space we have to allow him to remove my pants but there really isn't enough room for two damn people in this shitty little bathroom in a Preventer drop ship and I bang my head against the metal behind me as he continues to try and get past clothing, his breath hot and wet against my throat.
I thought, ya know, about one minute ago that we shouldn't be doing this as we are being flown into the heart of the Bolivian jungle to take down drug king-pin Juan Escobar's compound with a fuck ton of explosives and some nifty big ass guns but then he looked at me. All he fucking did. That little look that could be a leer, could be classed as his bedroom fucking eyes and I'm now being pushed up against the sink of a tiny bathroom willingly as he strokes my cock, finally, as he seems to have figured out how belts and zippers work. I think about mouthing off a sarcastic comment about that but then I think about not much else as he pulled my pants down enough that he can reach behind me and his hands are now on my naked ass and I can feel a thumb there and I'm about to make some kinda protest as I don't wanna be fucked dry when in fifteen minutes I'm being dumped into the middle of the fucking jungle.
"Shhh," he says and then kisses me for the first time since he entered the bathroom.
I don't know why he wants me to be damn quiet considering the entire Preventer team know I went to the bathroom and that Heero joined me a few minutes after. I mean, come on, subtle we ain't. And even though we were sat opposite each other, even though I was damn trying to fucking ignore him for the good of my sanity and libido, we'd been giving each other those silent signals that might as well have said "let's fuck" in big capital letters across our foreheads.
Hell, I don't care about being quiet as we kiss and he uses the grip on my ass to push me up onto the small metallic sink and I figure out his intention and try to accommodate that but hell, I'm tangled in my pants and I don't think I can get them over my damn boots and… ah fuck…
I feel the first slide of finger and it ain't dry and I don't wanna contemplate that fact – maybe he just knew we'd do this and brought along the necessary precautions but then I sure as hell didn't think we would be fucking in a drop ship bathroom. We'd fucked enough last night, at home, in our bed, like normal people but ah, fucking shit – his finger twists and I suck at his tongue harder – we probably didn't classify as normal and damn, this mission could be a shit storm so I guess if he needs this as a little pre-mission thing, then, fucking hell, I am not gonna deny him. I never do.
I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him harder as I feel the slide of another finger and try not to lose my load as he hits prostate – what can I say, I'm young, I'm horny and I got the world's motherfucking sexiest badass kissing me like I'm his oxygen, like I'm his reason for being fucking alive all while he's prepping me so he can stick his big hard dick into me. Really, I'm amazed I have any damn stamina with Heero. Must be all the practice.
"Heero," I say as I break off from his kiss to indicate that I wanna move on – now.
He grunts, removes those fingers, which makes my entire body wanna whine in protest. In fact, I think I make this noise that could be classed as a whine but hell, since he looked at me like that, since he pushed me up on this goddamn sink, since he pulled my pants down as far as we could, all I wanted was him and if I'm a little bit needy, I can take that accusation. After all, he fucking started it.
He unbuckles his own belt with a little more accuracy than he was doing with mine and I can see the hard on in his fatigues as he struggles with the zipper and just brings his cock out from his boxers, sliding the material down a little but basically, I'm half naked here and he's just got his dick out.
I'm grateful when he produces a condom from his pocket. I chuckle then as I'm now 100% sure he had planned on this – and at least he's being fucking considerate. I really don't wanna be on a mission with the sensation of cum dribbling from my ass even if it is his. Ya know, really not what I wanna be thinking about when I'm rigging bombs and blowing out communication channels.
He slides it on and I edge myself forward onto the sink and let him stand between my legs. I'd wrap one around him but I can't, being restricted by my pants but hell, this probably won't last long. I feel ready to explode – fuck, it could be the damn forbidden thing of the whole situation, the fact we have about ten minutes until we land in the middle of the goddamn jungle or it could all just be because it's Heero but I feel like every nerve is on goddamn fire as he pushes into me and I try to relax, lean my head forward onto his as he tries to do this more carefully than I expect in this kinda situation. Doesn't wanna hurt me, I guess. But I wriggle my hips impatiently and it's message received as his dick slides all the way in, the mix of pain and pleasure kinda appropriate for the situation. We can do slow and gentle in our bed, we can mouth and lick at every patch of skin when we're wrapped in sheets but right now, we're in a bathroom on a Preventer drop ship so this has to be a fuck. A pure simple, quick hard, fuck and he gets that.
"Ready?" he asks me.
"Always, babe."
I was kinda tempted to say that I was always ready to be fucked by him then thought I sounded like some cheesy porn star but I don't have time to think anything as he pulls out almost all the way and thrusts back in leaving me trying to maintain some sort of balance on the edge of a sink counter against the power of his hips. I decide to go for one hand, hard, in his hair, hard enough that I feel like I'm gonna rip it from his head, and the other at the edge of the sink. His hands grip my ass, helping me remain stable and close to him and making sure our bodies are crushed together. My dick feels the friction of the rough material of his fatigues and I feel the zipper of his pants as he fucks me deep, hard, fast. His head is crushed into my shoulder, his hair tickling my throat and chin as he ruts against me.
I don't need him to jerk me off and I sure as fuck can't do it as he slams hard into my prostate. He realises he's hit his mark after I make some incoherent noises and pretty much just shout "fuck" and he repeats that same motion, same damn angle and he's so goddamn fucking confident about this – that he knows every little way to fuck me and make me hot, hard, horny, his. Confident motherfucker.
"'Ro… shit…"
That's all the warning I give him as I feel my dick twitch onto the front of his combat gear and I grab harder into his hair as I come. The hands on my ass spasm and I hear my name on his lips as he thrusts hard, a few more deep motions that hit their mark again and I think he wants to prove his damn stamina or something. Has to be fucking Superman and last longer but then I feel him shudder against me and bingo, I know he reached his own peak. Really, he tries to be damn impressive in bed but I know ways to make him lose it. I can be a confident motherfucker too, when I wanna be.
He leans against me for a second before he slides out, pulling off the condom and throwing it down the toilet. I glance down at the camouflage print across his chest that now has been kinda... decorated in a unique way. I smirk and then reach out for his face, realising I'd barely looked him in the eye in this whole quick fuck and I see something in those deep ol' blues that I figure is why he needed this – needed me like this.
"This mission is gonna be fine," I say. I know that I've got a bigger role being all about the demolition and making things go kaboom so I get it. "I'm gonna be fine. Trust me, baby."
It's then he kisses me and threads his fingers through the base of my braid in some kinda reassurance thing until the knock on the damn door.
"Yuy! Maxwell! ETA five minutes."
We separate and straighten up our combat clothes and go to exit the bathroom. I figure I should say something else reassuring but instead, I just go for my usual hide behind humour defensive shit.
"Thanks for the quickie, 'Ro."