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Chapter 7
"You never did tell me where Lily was."
Duo shifted his long legs beneath the sheets and entangled them with Ro's. He continued to twist his fingers in his hair, amazed at the softness of it, free from its gelled prison. "You never asked."
"Yes I did." Heero retorted as he snuggled deeper into Duo's firm chest.
"Did you? Huh…must've had my mind on something else."
Heero rolled his eyes. "All you said was that we were alone."
"And a good thing we were," he chuckled pulling Ro up his body to lay a deep, satisfying kiss on his full lips. "I'm pretty sure that hallway has never seen such excitement."
Heero yanked playfully on his braid and Duo yelped. The small bedroom quickly filled with their laughter.
After their second round of lovemaking, Duo had crept downstairs and tidied up, bringing their clothes and his suitcase they had left in the hallway in their haste to get to each other.
"Auntie left this morning to visit with a friend who wasn't feeling too good. She said she probably won't be back until tomorrow so tonight…we have the entire house to ourselves."
Heero's heart sped up at the thought. "But we aren't going to use the whole house, just this bed."
"Party pooper."
Their lips met. The kiss was soft and sweet. Duo's lips plucked at his and they responded eagerly.
"I never imagined that I'd be with you this way," Duo whispered against his mouth.
"Well I did…a lot," Heero laughed feeling light as a feather and so wonderfully free.
He chuckled. "Okay so maybe I imagined it too but I never thought it'd be like this. And I couldn't imagine you like this."
Heero moved to lay an arm over his chest as Duo caressed his bare hip. "What do you mean?"
Duo licked his lips thoughtfully before speaking. "I couldn't imagine what your body was like beneath those sad excuses for clothes. It drove me absolutely nuts! I gotta say one of my better talents is undressing someone with my eyes and being able to tell the body that lie beneath but with you…God," he chuckled briefly. "Let's just say that I've spent a few afternoons with you on the mind. The fact of the matter was that I wanted to know what you looked like naked and…now I do."
Heero was flattered at the obvious approval Duo was giving him but he was also a bit sad. Was that all Duo had wondered? Was that all this was about? Satisfying his insatiable curiosity and finally seeing him naked?
"Hey," Duo said suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. "I know what you're thinking and you're wrong."
"And what am I thinking, Duo?" He asked looking into his eyes.
"That all this was just to get you naked…you're wrong."
"Am I?"
"Yes! Jesus man you are…I don't think you see yourself very clearly. Ro, you are…amazing and a firecracker and so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you sometimes," he smiled, "I've never wanted, desired, needed to be with anyone the way I want to be with you."
Reaching underneath Ro's arms he hoisted him up and held him over his head before bringing him down to join their lips in a kiss.
"My only regret is that it took me this long to notice," he whispered against his lips.
The rain continued throughout the night, and so did their lovemaking. Heero never thought two human beings could be as physically compatible as he and Duo. The slightest touch awakened a vibrant sexuality that he hadn't known he possessed. They made love repeatedly. The mood and tempo varied, but Duo's body never failed to bring his to a pinnacle of sensation and satisfaction.
Gradually he was overcoming his shyness with him. At first he had been hesitant to initiate anything, even to touch him.
"Lay your hands on my chest," Duo urged breathlessly as Heero lay on top of him. "Touch me…"
Heero did as asked, though his touch was tentative. Then he felt the heavy beating of Duo's heart against his palm and allowed himself to do as he wanted to do so many times before. His hands thoroughly explored his chest, his fingers investigated the flat pink nipples until Duo was gasping and writhing beneath him.
Heero could feel him, full and hard, against his stomach and wanted to please him further. He kissed his way down his hard, flat stomach and came to a stop near the proof of his desire. He hesitated momentarily, but the look of pure heat coming from Duo's eyes gave him the encouragement he needed. He slowly took him into his mouth, feeling the heat and weight of it fill him.
Duo uttered a hoarse cry, winding handfuls of his hair around his fingers. His lips and tongue explored the contours of his cock until Duo could bear it no more and stopped him. He flipped him onto his back, positioned himself and slid in deep to the hilt. And just when Heero thought there was no more to learn, he would introduce him to an entirely new erotic experience.
Only once during the night, when they were out of harmony with each other, Duo reached for the lamp on the bedside table.
"No!" Heero reacted violently and wrenched a sheet up to cover himself.
Duo's surprise showed clear on his face. "But I want to see you," he explained tenderly, "I want to see us together."
"No, please Duo. If you want me to stay, you have to keep the lights off," Heero pleaded.
"I don't understand," and he didn't. Up until that moment, Ro had demonstrated a willingness for them to express their mutual feelings in any way. Why such the aversion to having the lights on?
He pulled Ro back into his arms. "You're so beautiful Ro, I can feel it. Let me see you."
Heero snuggled in the crook of his neck. "Please Duo, I like it better in the dark. Do this for me, please."
Heero knew his face was flushed, his lips swollen from tender kisses and his eyes bright with excitement. His hair was tousled, wild and abandoned, the way it had often been photographed. He had no clothes to shield himself and his glasses were somewhere buried in his suitcase. And even though he'd gained some weight, his body would look much as it did in print ads and commercials, because cameras always added a few pounds.
Tonight was so special. Duo was loving him without any thought to his appearance. He didn't want to spoil it by risking discovery now.
And thankfully, Duo consented. Later, he even found his aversion to the light amusing. "I can't believe you're so shy."
Heero knew he wouldn't think so if he'd ever been behind the scenes at a fashion show. The haughty models strutted down the runways looking cool and confident while backstage pandemonium would reign. He had been stripped naked even when he had to switch just hats or accessories.
Stranger's hands had dressed and undressed him as many times as he had done it himself. One couldn't be self conscious about their body or nudity and work with designers, tailors and photographers. Their touches were impersonal; soon he had ceased to be aware of them.
Surprisingly, it helped that his mother had never been one to show any affection.
Maybe that's why Heero responded so eagerly to Duo's touch. He was starved for the loving touch of another human being. And if it made Duo happy to think of him as bashful then he'd continue letting him.
"Does it surprise you that I'm so shy?"
"Actually yeah, it does. Especially since you were married before." His fingers glided up and down his back before speaking. "Can you tell me anything about that or is it too painful?"
Heero was silent for a moment. "It was a long time ago but now it's like it was something that happened to someone else. I had just graduated high school."
"High school sweetheart?"
"Not really, we met shortly after."
They had only dated several months before they ran away to Canada to get married. James, like most men had been dazzled by him but he managed to break through the barrier of his awe, and he and James had fallen into an idealistic, immature kind of love.
James was a college student who worked part time at a local diner a few short blocks from Willy's office. His mother was in charge and overbearing as ever at that time and was trying to coordinate his career by the minute. Heero wanted a career in modeling because he loved beautiful clothes and couldn't imagine anything better than getting paid for standing around in them. He didn't want a career orchestrated by his mother, a career that would exclude everything else, especially James.
So Heero had talked him into a whirlwind marriage. It was a desperate attempt on Heero's part to escape his mother's clutches. When Bridget caught wind of their plans, she'd been furious and raised all hell. But surprisingly, instead of refusing to let them marry, she agreed to it. His mother was a relentless, cunning fighter and he'd only figured it out shortly after.
From the beginning, she smothered the young couple, advising this and arranging that. James felt useless and emasculated. The final blow to his ego came when Bridget intervened with the personnel manager at a prestigious company where he'd planned to do his final internship before graduation. She'd spread disgusting, hateful lies which had nixed any chances he had with the company.
Heero finally admitted to himself that he had used poor James horribly and knew how unhappy he was making him so he offered him a way out. He readily took it.
Seven months after the wedding, the marriage ended in divorce. Heero and his mother moved to Park Avenue as soon as the arrangements were made. In the long run, Bridget got exactly what she wanted.
"He was a good person, very sweet," Heero told Duo now. "He was kind to me as well but it was doomed from the start."
"Why?"
"My mother was constantly butting in and James wanted to live his own life."
Duo started at the mention of his mother. "Mother? I've never heard you mention any relatives."
"Yeah well…we're not close. Not anymore."
Duo stared at him for a long moment. "Are you close to anyone, Ro?"
The conversation was getting too personal and that was the last thing Heero wanted. He looked up at Duo with a mischievous smile and tiptoed his fingers down his chest. "Right now, I could say I'm very close to you."
Duo grunted with pleasure before claiming Ro's lips in a fiery kiss.
Later as Ro dozed, Duo went downstairs and made scrambled eggs and bacon. He carried the meal up on a tray and if the rattling dishes didn't wake him then the tantalizing aroma did. He walked into the room to see Ro sitting up in the bed, blinking sleep from his eyes.
"Hungry," he asked with a grin.
"Starving," Heero answered as he took in Duo wearing nothing but low slung boxers and a smile.
He set the tray on the bed and tossed him one of his shirts. "Can I turn the light on now," Duo asked as Ro pulled the shirt over his head. He looked adorable as he was practically swimming in it.
Heero thought quickly, they very well couldn't eat in the dark. "Uh yeah but could you bring me my suitcase first?'
Duo nodded bringing the suitcase that sat by the door to him. He watched as Ro opened it, searching inside one handed before he brought out those glasses he despised so much. "Aw," he whined, "do you have to?"
"Do you want me to dribble orange juice all over myself and your bed?"
Duo winked, "That might be kind of kinky."
Heero rolled his eyes at the remark but was glad Duo didn't pursue the topic further. He quickly combed his fingers through his hair, pushing it back into some semblance of order as Duo flicked on the lamp.
"Breakfast is served," Duo announced as he hopped onto the bed and they greedily attacked the food.
Heero was nibbling on the last piece of bacon when Duo spoke.
"You know I went completely berserk when you left," he stared at Ro from over his cup of juice.
Heero had cleaned his plate and was now reclining against the pillows piled behind him with a cup of coffee warm in his hands. "Why?"
"Ro, you disappeared with no explanation to me and barely one to Aunt Lily. I've been running around this place ranting and raving ever since you left."
"I'm sorry I didn't say good-bye. There really wasn't any time."
"And that was the only reason you didn't say goodbye?"
Heero shrugged his shoulders. "What other reason is there?"
"Well, things were getting pretty hot and heavy in the greenhouse." He took Ro's hand and brushed his knuckles with his thumb. "If Lily hadn't called you to the phone, I think I would have taken you right there in the dirt. Hothouse romance, ya know?" He was teasing but quickly grew serious, "Maybe you were running away from something you couldn't handle…something like me."
He shrugged his shoulders again. "I mean…I don't know. Maybe…possibly. In any event, you caught me right?"
Duo nodded, "And you desperately needed to be caught."
" 'Desperately needed to be caught'?" Heero repeated with his head cocked to the side.
"Uh huh," he said, leaning back on the bed, propped up by his elbows. Even when he was being irritatingly cocky, he was fucking gorgeous…and oh so hot. His chest was bare, his muscles rippling and abs contracting with each movement. The small pair of boxers he wore did nothing but emphasize his sex.
"I think you've needed a man for quite some time. You know to uh…scratch that itch and satisfy your deep, dark secrets."
"And you were just the man to do the job, huh?"
Instead of answering, Duo simply shrugged and smiled a wide shit-eating grin. His satisfied expression said it all.
Heero sprang off the bed so fast he nearly tripped and made it half way across the hall before Duo caught up to him. "Hey, what's the matter? Where are you going?"
Heero spun around, shaking Duo's hold off him and confronted him, enraged. "I don't need anyone Duo especially an egotistical asshole like you who makes love to me out of pity!"
"Pity! What in the hell are you talking about?"
"Figure it out…since you're such a man," Heero stomped into his room and slammed the door shut, locking it quickly. The thought that his lovemaking was nothing but a charitable act made his blood boil and he kicked his sofa in frustration. He had come back to Virginia feeling lonely and desperate and the ever charming Duo Maxwell had lent him comfort and a shoulder to cry on. He had grasped at it with both hands, no second thoughts.
Had his loving been no more than a means of rejuvenating the poor Mr. Yuy, lifting him out of the depths of despair?
Duo rattled the door angrily, banging against it with his fists. "Open the door!"
"Go away!" Heero cried back childishly.
"I swear Ro if you don't open this god damn door..."
"Go to hell Duo, you don't scare me."
Perhaps he should've been because the next thing he knew, Duo was standing in his now open doorway with the door loosely hanging by its hinges. He raised his chin in defiance, refusing to be frightened by Duo's brute strength.
Duo crossed the room in three strides and grabbed Ro by the shoulders. "You are the most stubborn, pig headed man I've ever met. Pity," he scoffed and shook his head, "honey no one carries pity that far. You shit for brains moron," he trapped Ro's beautiful face between his large hands, "don't you know love when you see it?"
Heero had been holding himself rigid with anger and indignation yet the simple words turned his knees to jelly and he sagged into Duo's arms. "Love," he repeated weakly.
"Yes, love," he said bobbing his head. "I love you, and you know what? It scares the hell out of me. I've never felt like this…this constant gut-wrenching, sweaty palms, heart racing feeling. You've worked my nerves worst than most coaches during the playoffs and it's gotten so bad that I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I've never felt so out of control…and I've never been so miserable or felt so damn good." He laughed quietly while shaking his head, staring down into Ro's face, "As you can probably imagine, this is pretty awful for me."
Duo demonstrated exactly how awful it was by sealing Ro's surprised mouth with his. Walking him backward, he maneuvered them to the sofa and fell onto it, settling him to straddle his lap. His hands had no regard for his own shirt and tore it over Ro's head quickly. Just as frantically, he rid himself of his shorts and positioned himself before slowly thrusting upward into Heero's tight heat.
Heero gasped and moaned at the onslaught, now it was he who didn't know whether he was going or coming.
Duo's lips moved to flirt with his ear, and he rasped, "In case I haven't made myself clear…I love you. Let me show you just how much…"
Heero enfolded him with his limbs, and his heart. When the delicious chaos came, it was explosive. They didn't recover from it for a long time.
Heero closed his eyes and let the shower spray pound over his body. He washed carefully, lathering more lavishly than usual and sliding his hands over his body with an appreciation for it he never had before. He was acutely aware of each sensation.
What had his skin felt like to Duo? He tried to imagine and smiled, recalling every adoring, sweet word he had whispered to him as they made love. He also recalled how disappointed Duo had been, when after waking from their nap, Heero had suggested he return to his own room.
"Why," Duo whined pathetically and had snuggled closer. "I like it here…and here…and here." With caressing hands he indicated all the parts of Heero's body he liked.
But Heero swatted his hands away before they got the best of his common sense. "Lily might come back any minute now. What if she decides to check in and find us together like this?"
"And if she does? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a grown man Ro."
Heero smiled wickedly and caressed him slowly. "I can definitely vouch for that…"
Duo's sigh turned into a groan of arousal. "Baby, that's not a very good way of talking me into leaving. Or maybe you changed your mind." He eased Ro onto his back and leaned over him as his mouth reached for him.
"No, I didn't change my mind," Heero giggled as he shoved Duo in the chest, watching in amusement as he jumped to his feet or risk losing his balance and rolling off the couch.
"How about a quick shower?"
"How about a long one," Heero retorted with a wide smile.
Duo got a goofy look on his face. "Really?"
"Alone," he said and pushed him towards the door.
"Oh," his smile collapsed but he persisted, "how about a jog around the block?"
He shook his head. "Go on without me, what we did last night was a workout that should last me for months. Plus I don't have the energy."
That brought Duo's smile back. "Really? I feel awesome! I feel like I could climb Mount Everest or slay a dragon!" He spun Ro around before kissing him hard and swift, turning to walk out of the room.
Now, stepping out of the shower, Heero replayed the scene is his head, as he recalled every precious second of the night since he had first taken him in his arms. He went over every word, every touch.
Heero relished them, cherished them, because he had never known a love like this. Suddenly he stopped short, a smile blooming across his face beautifully.
It was finally okay to admit it.
He was hopelessly, endlessly and irrevocably in love with Duo Maxwell.
He turned to look in the foggy bathroom mirror, wondering if the evidence of the newfound love was shining in his eyes. Those exotic eyes that he took such pains to hide stared back at him, bright with excitement.
What would Duo think if he allowed him to see them? Would he think they were as mysterious and lovely as they were said to be? Would he think they were beautiful?
Heero opened the cabinet under the sink and brought out a small black bag. He unzipped it and pulled out a small brown eye crayon. He turned it over and over in his hand, the way a former smoker handles a forbidden cigarette.
A stroke of the crayon here, a dab there, a smudged line underneath the lower lashes. Should he? Just a subtle highlight to enhance the almond shape of his eyes. Pinch his cheeks for a little color, a lip primer to enhance the look of his already pouty lips.
He though wistfully of all the clothes he left behind in New York. Each magnificent color made his olive complexion and dark, gold highlighted hair breathtaking by contrast. For a moment, Heero yearned to be as beautiful as he possibly could be.
What would Duo think of his new lover then?
Biting his lip, he thought back to when Duo had first uttered those powerful words.
"You can't really love me," he whispered into Duo's chest.
"But I do," he insisted, running a hand through Heero's still wild hair.
Heero shook his head, rubbing his nose into Duo's warm skin. "I know what kind of people you're usually with. I'm nowhere near that type."
Duo shrugged softly. "Maybe that's why I love you so much. I've dated so many beautiful people and they're so damn shallow and conceited they can't even see straight but you…you have substance. You have a soul and a heart of gold. And your body…don't even get me started," he teased lightly. "Ro, no matter what you think and no matter what others may think, you're beautiful. Unfortunately I didn't see that at first, and so I fell in love with the man on the inside. You're not just a pretty shell Ro, you are a complete wonderful person, and it's insane how much I feel for you."
Heero quickly dropped the eye crayon into the bag and chucked it back under the sink. He covered his face with his hands and breathed deep. Part of him tempted himself to be beautiful for Duo but would he still love him if he knew he had been exactly the kind of person he now scorned?
He wasn't under any illusions about their future. They had none. There would be no happy ending for them and in a short time he would be leaving for training camp. And when that happened, Heero would lose him forever.
But now, while he was with him, he would bask in his professions of love. There had been so few relationships in his life that it was perfectly fine to grab onto the chance of love and emotional stability, right? Even if it was for just a short time? His mother never knew love well enough to show him any and while he loved Willy and knew Willy loved him, it just wasn't enough.
Heero sighed, rubbing his forehead in soothing circles. Every time he thought of Willy's death, he was devastated all over again.
Had he really caused Willy to take his own life? The possibility plagued him but Duo's loving words had soothed even that deep a wound.
Their time together was destined to be fleeting but he would live every moment of it without regret. He would be Ro Yuy, because that was what he needed and deserved right now.
He had barely pulled on a pair of sloppy, paint stained jeans and an oversized white button down shirt that was rolled to his elbows, when he heard a knock on his door.
"Open up."
Heero hurried to the door, running a hand over his slicked back hair and quickly pushing on his glasses. "Please don't come crashing in again," he said carefully opening the busted door. "You know you need to fix this before Lily sees it."
Duo waved away his words. He was obviously just coming back from his run because his chest was heaving and body glistening with sweat. He was standing in front of the door with a white tank top and running shorts on. His hair was piled on top of his head in messy disarray as usual.
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss? It's been almost two hours since the last one."
Heero wrinkled his nose cutely. "You're covered with sweat!"
"My lips aren't," he winked.
Heero raised on his toes and touched his puckered lips to Duo's quickly.
"I guess that'll do for now," Duo said grudgingly.
Heero laughed, coming out of his room. "Are you hungry?"
"Well we technically had breakfast around four this morning so…yes, I'm starving. What should we eat?"
"How about grilled ham and cheese sandwiches?"
Duo moaned, "Sounds like heaven."
"I'll go make them while you go take a much needed hot shower."
"Right," Duo nodded before leaning down and smooching Ro on the cheek.
Heero giggled all the way down the stairs.
Twenty-five minutes later, Duo joined him in the kitchen. "And you smell a lot better, thank goodness." He licked his thumb as he finished cutting up the sandwiches and put them on individual plates. "So here are the sandwiches and I also sliced up some fruit over…"
Duo stopped his speech by hauling Ro toward him, encircling him with his arms and planting a hot, wet kiss to his mouth. He touched the slightly crooked teeth with his tongue. "I love the way you taste," his mouth slid down Ro's slender throat, "all of you," he mumbled latching on to his ear lobe and sucking gently while lifting him up so he could wrap his legs around his waist.
"Um Duo," Heero stuttered before he captured his mouth again, tongue delving deep into the moist cavern.
"The food is getting cold," he murmured drowsily when they came up for air, his arms loosely wrapped around Duo's neck, hands tangled in his damp hair.
"And I'm getting hot…"
Heero cleared his throat and wiggled out of Duo's arms. "You, Duo Maxwell, are shameless." He said as he set him down on his feet. "Now, go sit down and eat."
"You know," he said settling in the bar stool at the island. "You're starting to get as bossy as Aunt Lily."
They ate their brunch, but went about it slowly, often lapsing into a staring spell.
After awhile, Duo mentioned his glasses again and asked if he would ever take them off. "Then I wouldn't be able to see you," Heero explained, and diverted him by leaning over their food and pecking a string of kisses along his jaw until finally reaching his mouth.
"Hello loves, anybody home?" Lily called from the front door.
They broke apart quickly. Heero looked put out, his cheeks filled with a rosy color while Duo, who looked like the cat who ate the canary, smiled at him lazily. "In the kitchen, Aunt Lily. I was just dining on something very delicious."
Heero glared at him as his blush intensified just as Lily came bustling through the door. "What's that love, oh how wonderful!" She smiled as she saw the food in front of them, "Mr. Yuy's feeding you, and here I was worried for nothing." She kissed both boys on the cheek.
Heero jumped out of his seat and offered it to Lily. "Tell us about the trip. How is your friend doing?"
"Oh thank you sweetheart," she said as she climbed to sit on the bar stool. "Doing much better and just wanted some company, the poor dear. The kids are awful, selfish little things who hardly visit. But never mind me," she said waving a hand to get herself on track, "how was your trip, when did you get back?"
Heero quickly gave her the basics of his trip, leaving out the details and simply stating there was a death in the family.
"I'm so sorry, honey." Lily laid a hand on his arm and squeezed gently.
Heero nodded, accepting the sympathy. "I'm sorry for leaving in such a hurry without any explanation."
Lily waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't even worry about it, I understand." Feeling the mood had dampened considerably, Lily changed the subject. "Did Duo tell you he had your car fixed while you were gone?"
"No," Duo answered for him. "We've seen a lot of each other since he got back but never really got around to discussing cars."
Heero shot him another glare while his cheeks flamed with heat. "Um, did you want me to fix you a sandwich, Lily? You look pretty worn out."
"Now that you mention it I do feel a little tired," she said rubbing her forehead, "yes dear, I would like a sandwich if it's not too much trouble."
Heero shook his head, "Not at all," he said and went to work.
"If neither of you needs me this afternoon, I think I'll stay in my room and nap. My friend and I talked into the wee hours of the morning and I'm bushed."
Heero set about preparing another grilled sandwich. Duo sat at the island nibbling on fruit, his eyes rarely left Heero. They silently sent each other smoky looks of desire and heat.
As soon as Heero placed the food in front of Lily, she devoured it. After mere seconds, Lily sat back pushing the plate away from her. "That was delicious," she licked her lips and stood up, taking the plate to rinse out in the sink. Turning around she eyed the other two occupants in the kitchen. "Is there anything I can get you two before I head to my room?"
They both shook their heads. "You go ahead and lay down, Auntie. Mr. Yuy and I can take care of ourselves…as a matter of fact, you should let me take you two out to dinner tonight."
Lily reached up and patted his cheek affectionately. "Such a dear boy, isn't he?"
Heero rolled his eyes but nodded with a happy smile. "Yes he is."
"Did you mean that?" Duo asked after Lily had left the room and they were safely alone.
"Mean what," Heero feigned ignorance as he finished washing the dishes in the sink. This was probably going to be the first and last time he'd be allowed to do the chore since Lily insisted on doing all the cooking and cleaning.
"About me being such a 'dear boy'," he elaborated as he slid his arms around him from behind. His hands slid underneath the baggy shirt Heero wore and began to caress his flat stomach. "Why do you insist on hiding behind these bulky clothes? You've got such a beautiful body, don't you have some real clothes to wear? Maybe something a little tight, a little daring…"
Heero fought the smile he could feel spreading across his face. He tried to squirm free of Duo's warm embrace, but didn't try too hard. "No, I like loose clothes. They're very comfortable. And what difference does it make to you?"
Duo shrugged, placing a small kiss beneath his ear. "You're right I guess, I'd much rather you lose the clothes altogether and go around naked." His thumbs drifted back and forth across his nipples until they became erect. "See what I mean? I could be watching this happen right now instead of only feeling it."
Heero bit his lip as the pleasure began to course through him. "Stop it," he hissed, "Lily might come back in."
"My dear old aunt is napping peacefully in her bed," he whispered against his neck. "Wanna go play in the greenhouse?"
"The greenhouse?" Delicious warmth was seeping through him, robbing him of his strength to protest.
"Yes," he moaned as he rubbed himself against the firm bottom in front of him. "I could go for some hot, steamy humpin' with you right about now."
Heero laughed breathlessly, feeling his knees turn to jelly. He gripped the sink in front of him for balance, "You have absolutely no shame."
Duo licked his lips as he turned Heero to face him, "I want you."
"Still?"
"Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches always have that effect on me." Heero turned and looped his arms around Duo's neck. "Especially when a sweet, pretty little thing like you cooks them for me." His arms went around his waist. He slid his hands into the back pocket of his jeans and drew them together. "You have the cutest little bum." He squeezed it as he fit himself against Ro.
The kiss started out passionate and only got deeper. Their mouths opened to each other and their tongues met wetly. Anchoring Ro's hips against the side of the counter with the firm pressure of his, he unbuttoned his jeans and tried to slide a hand inside but Ro stopped him with a firm yet shaking hand.
"Duo, we can't."
"Yes we can," he said, "Greenhouse or bedroom?"
"But it's in the middle of the day," Heero moaned as Duo's skillful fingers whispered against the skin below his belly button.
Duo looked at Ro weirdly, "And that's a problem, why?"
"Um, I really need to paint." He stuttered, pushing against Duo's chest so he would move back. "I have a lot of work to do, many orders I need to finish within the next few weeks."
"Fine," he said with a heavy sign and stepped back. He watched as Ro hastily redid the fastenings of his jeans. "I'll leave you alone to work if you let me stay in your apartment while I study my playbook."
Heero watched his face carefully, looking for signs of trickery. "Well," he hesitated, "All right, but you have to promise to behave like a good little boy."
Duo snorted, "Baby I'm a man, okay? And I will behave any way you want me to."
Heero groaned while Duo laughed out loud. They quickly cleaned the kitchen before heading upstairs. Duo dipped into his apartment quickly to grab his book before heading into Ro's. For a good twenty minutes, they made a concentrated effort to stick to their resolutions of behaving and acting like good little boys. But as it turned out, they quickly gave up on the idea and made slow, lazy, afternoon love.
It was wonderful but Duo was faintly disappointed that Ro had insisted on closing the heavy drapes and blocking out most of the light. He wanted to see the sunlight pouring over his body. Lying beside him on the bed, he watched him drowsing in the aftermath of their desire. He wondered how he could have ever thought he was plain.
He was beautiful, for a lack of better word. He wasn't like anyone he'd ever met. He filled an emptiness in his life he hadn't even known was there. And now that he had found him, he wasn't about to let him go.
