The was a challenge that was never fulfilled, reworked, and that I intend to finish. All I wish for is luck and a peaceful summer.
Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's not chonological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and un-beta'ed.
Warning: This part has a bit of a sex scene.
--Car Wash--
Duo's baby girl, a piece of shit Ford station wagon that was older than either of them, hasn't been washed since May, and, because of a drought in effect all summer, the Super Shammy Scrub-n-Run was the only option they had.
This was not a situation Heero wasn't going to enjoy. Seeing a soapy, wet Duo, leaning over the slick, candy-red bonnet as he exuberantly tried to clean every inch of his beloved car, wearing nothing but shorts and an immodestly white shirt... the wretched drought had taken away that particular guilty pleasure from Heero. Somehow, going to a car wash was akin to willingly admiting defeat to nature, but as a silently devious thought crossed his mind, he found a suddenly nice way to make his lemons into lemonade.
As an acne-prone teenager turned on the machine and the mechanisms began guiding the car into the dark, wet tunnel, Heero, eyes and face straight, said, "Hey, Duo, let's make out."
Duo's face did a strange, twisted expression. "Huh?"
"Come on, Duo, let's make out." He turned to Duo, and with a wickedly hopeful gleam in his eye, he said, "It'll be fun. You'll give me a blow job, and by that time, we'll be out."
Duo's expression turned even more incredulous. "What? What if I don't want to give you a blow job right now."
"We could work around that," Heero practically whispered sensuously in that stone-cold nasal voice of his, as he leaned closer, his head in an invitingly seductive tilt. With one hand pressed against the side of Duo's seat, holding himself steady and the other slowly palming Duo's crotch, he knew he had the other man trapped. Languishly rubbing his lover's member half-hard, he whispered against Duo's cheek over the rush and roar of water and brushes outside, "Duo..."
The blush on Duo's cheeks burst into open flames, his eyes darting between Heero's eyes and the hand that was brazenly making its way into Duo's jeans, before he regained some of his dignity. "Heero, what if-"
Heero, uninterested in whatever meek excuse Duo was going to try, stopped the protest with his mouth, pressing a hot, wet kiss on Duo's lips. Seemingly forgetting that only milliseconds before he was trying to mount a resistance, Duo's tongue found its way into Heero's mouth almost immediately, tracing long-familiar patterns as a moan vibrated through him.
Growling deep in his throat with some pleasure in having his plan working out so well, Heero pressed his body against Duo, one hand already against the nape of Duo's neck to keep him close, the other already well-into its mission of encircling Duo's member in spite of the underwear still in the way.
A sharp rapping against the bonnet of the car started him, causing him to stop his ministrations and allowing Duo to escape minutely.
Standing by the front bumper with a look of embarrassed indignation was the teenage operator of the car wash. Vaguely unconcerned over not knowing how long they had been going at it, Heero slowly settled back into his seat as Duo gave the teenager a sheepish smile and put the car into drive. Slowly, they pulled out ot the exit and mergered with the traffic, escaping.
Sending one more glare at the boy that ruined his fun, Heero mentally grumbled one more curse at the drought and settled for an unfulfilling drive back home.