A/N: For Crafty Companion, who requested a few text posts using 3x2. I decided to combine all of them into one fic, which you maybe intended anyway? ( (text): .a bottle of vodka. My place. now,(text) pants optional,(text) wanna be my plus one for my ex's wedding? And pretend to be in love with me?).
Also- wishing you the happiest of Birthdays!
A/N 2: Thank you, as always, to Ro.
Warnings: angst, language, sexy times
Pairings: 3x2/2x3, 1x5, past 2x5
The First Five Times
Chapter Two
I would have preferred to shower - I was still covered in body oil - but instead, I changed into jeans, a t-shirt - and underwear - and dumped my cop uniform into a laundry basket before getting back in my car.
I didn't bother to get more vodka - I didn't need it, and from the sound of things, neither did Duo.
When I knocked on his door, it took a few minutes for him to open it, and when he did, I sighed.
He was bleary and puffy-eyed, his mouth drawn downward, unnaturally, into a grimace. And he was naked.
Duo's body was incredible, lean and toned, and even though he was a good four inches shorter than me, he was strong enough and broad-shouldered enough that I only ever noticed our height difference when we kissed.
I looked over him in appreciation, from his thoroughly mussed braid of hair to the dragon tattoo that started just above his heart and rose over his shoulder, out of sight and down his back, where the dragon's tail curved between his shoulder blades. It wasn't his only tattoo - he had the Aries constellation tattoo low on his right hip, the winged staff of Asclepius on his right forearm. I loved his tattoos, and had traced them with my tongue and teeth and lips so many times.
"When I said pants-optional, I meant don't wear any," he chided me, and immediately reached for my fly.
I grabbed his hands before he could fumble the top button free.
"You really have had an entire bottle of vodka."
"I was celebrating the happy nuptials of my most amazing and soon to be so fucking happy ex!"
I closed and locked the door behind me, and nudged Duo towards the kitchen.
"Have you eaten anything?"
"Had some goldfish at lunch," he shrugged.
It was nearly midnight. Duo was going to have a terrible morning.
"Do you work tomorrow?"
"Not 'til the night shift. Which means you and me have plenty of time to fuck my brains out."
He reached again for my jeans and, once again, I batted his hands away.
I opened his fridge, glad that it was always much better stocked than my own, and started to pull out the things I needed to make him an omelet.
"When is he getting married?" I asked.
"Fei?" The way Duo said his name, voice just a little breathy - the same way he said my name when I had his cock in my mouth and he was coming - made it abundantly clear that Duo was in no way over the man.
"Him," I agreed. "Unless you have another ex getting married?"
"Probably. Probably they're all off getting their happy fucking ever fucking afters, while me…" he trailed off, and I didn't know if it hurt more or less that he didn't go into detail about what he was stuck with.
"When is this wedding?" I asked, cracking an egg a little too forcefully and spattering myself with the yolk.
"Saturday. Saturday at the fucking country club where Ro is a member."
Ro - Heero - Duo's former best friend. I had heard Duo spill the entire story in the hospital when I asked where his friends - family - boyfriend were, and why they weren't visiting him.
Family's dead. Friends are gone - boyfriend took the last one. Dumped me and moved out of my place and into Ro's place in the same fucking day. Not that I can blame him. Ro's everything I'm not. Rich, successful - he's a fucking doctor. No failing his MCATS. Handsome. Fuck. He and Fei are fucking perfect together.
"I'm free on Saturday." I had to grab his hand as he reached for the burner, and give him a warning look. "Go sit over there," I pointed at the opposite counter.
He made a face, but he obligingly lifted himself onto the counter, and I had to smirk as I thought about Duo's bare ass on the countertop that he kept obsessively clean. I'd tried to fuck him in the kitchen once, months ago, and he had said there was no way - semen did not come out of the butcher's block countertops. He was going to hate himself - and probably me - when he was sober.
"Are you sure you want to go?" I turned to face him as I beat the eggs, and he shrugged one shoulder.
"No? Yes? My best friend and the love of my life are getting hitched, and I- fuck. I'm so fucking pathetic. I want them to be happy. I do. I- I should go, right?"
I didn't think so. I thought he should burn whatever invitation he had been sent - sent late, I couldn't help but think, as I realized there was no way anyone would send out their wedding invitations a week before the ceremony.
"Not my decision." I would also, of course, punch both Fei and Heero in the face, if I was Duo.
I poured the eggs into the hot skillet, and then shredded a piece of sliced ham and sliced cheese on top.
"They're going to think I still hate them, if I don't go."
"Don't you?" I asked.
"I dunno. I just… I had it coming, you know? I… I should have tried to do more with my life. Should have tried to fit into Fei's life better or-"
"Duo, shut the fuck up." I flipped the omelet and then turned to glare at him. "You're a pediatric nurse. You save kid's lives. Tell me how you could be doing more?"
"I could be a doctor. I could-"
"You don't have to be a doctor, Duo! And it's bullshit that Fei ever made you feel like you weren't enough for him."
Duo looked torn, as if he wanted to believe me but still had trouble thinking his mythically perfect ex could ever be wrong.
It might be a bad idea for me to go to this wedding - I might punch Fei if I met him.
I plated the omelet, turned off the stove, and reached between Duo's legs to open his silverware drawer.
He chuckled, leaning back and lifting his legs to give me access, and then, when I closed the drawer, he wrapped his legs around my hips and pulled me close.
I rolled my eyes and ignored his hands as they edged under my shirt and ran over my back.
"Duo."
He looked up at me, at the forkful of omelet I held out, and sighed. He opened his mouth and let me feed him.
"So you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?" I asked him as he ate.
Duo nodded, and he looked sheepish.
"I just… I don't want him to think I've spent the last nine months miserable and… pining after him, or whatever the fuck."
I lifted an eyebrow. I was pretty sure that was exactly what Duo had been doing for the last nine months, never more certain of it than I was now. I realized that I was probably just a distraction, for Duo, a body to bury his cock in while he closed his eyes and wished I was someone else.
"Have you?" I asked the dangerous question.
"I dunno. Maybe? A little. Yeah. Of course I have. He… He said he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me - and then he dumped me for my best friend. It's not all that easy to get over that."
I didn't think it would be. But still…
Duo finished the omelet, and I put the plate in the sink.
"I'm not… would it really be that hard to pretend to be my boyfriend for a few hours?"
I turned at his voice, at the broken catch.
He was still sitting on the counter, his head resting against the upper cabinets, and his eyes looked so desperate.
"No," I assured him, ignoring the lump in my throat. "It wouldn't be that hard."
"So you'll do it?"
I nodded. How the hell was I supposed to say no?
He grinned and hopped down from the counter, his balance off, and he ended up more or less falling against me.
"Thanks, babe." He winked up at me. "I promise I'll make it up to you. In fact, why don't I get a head start on it?"
He was once again reaching for my jeans, and this time I let him. Duo was nothing if not determined. And maybe I was just enough of a selfish asshole that I wanted him to need my body to forget about Fei and Heero and everything else.
As he undressed me, Duo clumsily maneuvered us out of the kitchen, but we didn't quite make it to the bedroom. Instead, when I bumped into his dining room table, Duo grinned and pushed my back down, so that I was laid out on the table like a feast for him.
"How was the bar tonight?" he asked, his lips grazing mine in a kiss that was just a tease. He moved lower, licking and biting my neck, my shoulders.
"It was fine."
"Anyone crazy try to take you home?"
I wasn't sure why I had done it - but when Duo asked me what kind of job I had, I had lied and told him I tended bar at a strip club downtown.
I did work there part- time, so it wasn't entirely a lie. But the only time I went near the bar was to dance on it.
I wasn't ashamed of what I did, not exactly. But in the past, when the men I dated - however casually or seriously - found out what I did for a living, it completely changed their perception of me. I had had two guys dump me, after finding out, and while I didn't think Duo was that much of a prude - not considering the words that came out of his mouth and the way he liked to fuck - I also didn't want to have to see the way he would look at me, once he knew. Because I wasn't just a stripper, I was a prostitute, and I wasn't about to have yet another argument with someone about me not respecting myself enough, not valuing myself enough. Duo had a savior complex that rivaled that of Jesus, and I didn't want to know whether or not he thought that I needed saving.
"Not tonight," I told him, and then groaned when he bit down on my left nipple. He looked up at me, a devilish grin on his face.
He moved to my other side, torturing me until I was arching off the table, and then he licked his way down my abs, his tongue taking the same path that my hand had travelled earlier in the night, when I had stripped for Wufei.
"God, Tro, you have the most amazing cock I've ever seen," he breathed against my shaft, before licking the blunt head of my cock. He swirled his tongue around the tip before sucking on it, and I had to fist my hands into his hair, had to anchor myself because the way he worshipped me made me feel completely untethered, made my nerve endings feel electrified and made me forget how to even speak.
After a moment, he pulled back, his lips red and wet, his eyes dark.
"Want to fuck my mouth?" he offered.
Duo didn't like to bottom, had only done it for me twice, both times his body so tense that I'd been worried I was causing him physical pain, before he confessed that he couldn't enjoy it, never had. I hadn't pressed him for more of an explanation, though it was clear this wasn't a simple preference for topping. I enjoyed both positions - and certainly had no complaints if all Duo wanted to do was top me.
Especially since there was this - as much as Duo seemed unable to relax or relinquish the control necessary to bottom, he loved having me fuck his mouth, and I loved to do it. There was something about the sight of him, straining to breathe, his cheeks bulging with effort, his mouth and chin coated in saliva and semen, that fed the primitive desire I had to possess him.
"Yes," I hissed when he dragged his teeth along the sensitive underside of my cock. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation, the pleasure and just that hint of fear.
"Then do it."
I opened my eyes to see him on his knees, his hair a beautiful mess around his face, his mouth wide and waiting.
I stood up and ran my thumbs along his jaw, over his lips, and he bit down on my right thumb, lips forming a grin around the digit.
"That hardly makes me trust you," I pointed out.
"You can trust me," he whispered. "You can always trust me to take care of you, Tro."
I swallowed hard at his words. I knew he just meant sex, but I couldn't help the stupid, unbidden hope that he might mean more than that.
I moved my hands, holding my cock and guiding it toward his lips with one hand and, with the other, taking a fistful of his hair.
Duo moaned - he was full of contradictions. He hated to have his hair pulled or fussed with when he wasn't naked and being fucked, but when he was he loved it.
He opened his mouth, taking my cock in, and I sank into his wet heat, easing my length between his lips, over the soft scrape of his teeth and tongue, until I nudged the back of his throat. He adjusted the angle of his head, and I was able to go further, so deep that my shaved pelvis met his cheeks.
"How the fuck do you do that?" I breathed, amazed, as I always was, by how easy he made it look to deepthroat me.
Practice, he had said once, a wicked grin on his face. Lots and lots of practice.
I shifted my other hand, mirroring my grip on his hair, and I moved back before thrusting forward again, and he moaned or hummed or did something that sent vibrations of pleasure through me.
The first time he had invited me to fuck his mouth, after he had had to beg me to stop fucking his ass for the second, and last time, I had been hesitant - had thought it was a consolation that he didn't really want to offer. But he had taken over, then, after I had given a few shallow, weak thrusts. He had gripped my hips tightly and proceeded to show me just what he meant when he said I could fuck him as hard and as fast as I wanted.
By now, he didn't need to prove anything to me - I had long since abandoned my reservations, and it was me who held him in place while I pistoned my hips over and over again, driving my cock so deep I was convinced he had no gag reflex at all. Every few thrusts, I would pull out entirely, just to see him suck in deep, chest-heaving breaths, to see the saliva connecting us, and then I would plunge back in, always trying to take him by surprise if I could, because his eyes would go wide and he would moan, then, as if I'd done something he didn't even know he wanted.
The room was still and silent, except for the movement of my body into his, the sound of his struggled breathing, my own not much better. I was quiet, usually, during sex. At least, sex with him. With clients, I was loud unless told to be otherwise, because being vocal and flattering resulted in better tips. But sex with Duo wasn't like that. Sex with Duo was real, and it was just for us. This was just for me, and Duo didn't care that I didn't cry out or mutter curses or encourage him with anymore more than the movements of my body. Sometimes, when I'd had a few beers and was just tipsy enough to feel comfortable in my own skin, I would tell him what to do, how to fuck me, and I knew he loved those times as much as I did. I wished I felt the confidence to do it when I didn't have alcohol to bolster me.
"I'm close," I whispered, an unnecessary warning. Duo never complained about swallowing my come - had, in fact, complained when I did pull out. As much as I wanted to see my pleasure decorating his chest or face, Duo swore he enjoyed the taste of it, and besides, semen made his skin break out.
He was looking up at me with his wide, pleading eyes, his face flushed, his entire world focused down to my pleasure. I wondered, not for the first time, how the hell Fei had managed to walk away from this. I didn't know a single thing about Heero - although I had seen a photo of him, once, on Duo's phone - but there was no way he could offer what Duo did.
It wasn't even just about the sex, about the earth-shattering head that Duo could give, or the slow, tortuous way he fucked me while telling me how perfect, how amazing, I was. Duo was one of the most generous, most decent people I had ever met. Even if he did have a mouth like a sailor and a temper that ran hotter than the sun, Duo always knew when to let things go, when to accept the blame and offer an apologetic smirk.
I realized, as I climaxed and Duo reached out to pull me closer as he milked my cock dry and my body burned away with the release, that I wasn't going to have any trouble pretending to be in love with Duo.
I already was.
