The Princess With The Purple Heart

Eleven

They are in Heero's bed again.

They had just spent the last hour making eyes at each other across the poker table and trying to one-up the other by betting more and more of their doritos chips. Only to get so distracted that Chapple snuck by under the radar and laid a damn Straight Flush down on the table, claiming everyone's chips as his own. They had pretended to be sore losers so they could ditch the guys for the rest of the night.

Heero makes soft, mewling sounds against Duo's lips as Duo rubs their erections together.

"Like that?" The taller one breathes.

Heero lets out a low groan and becomes more demanding with his kiss. Duo finds it difficult to return the kiss when he's smirking from ear to ear. But nothing is amusing anymore when Heero inches closer, rolls Duo onto his back and climbs half on top of him. His hands grasp Duo's face as he takes full control of the kiss.

Duo moans and abandons the task of holding their dicks together in favor of further exploring the body on top of him. They are both still wearing their trousers – pushed down to mid-thigh – and their T-shirts. Duo's hands glide along Heero's back, feeling the fabric of the shirt ripple underneath his touch. Heero's body heat radiates through the material. Curious for more, his slips his hands under the shirt and follows the same path up to his shoulders where he feels tense muscles. He is pretty sure it isn't the bad kind of tension, but he rubs his back until he relaxes a little anyway. In the meantime, he fights back with his tongue.

Heero rocks his hips against him and with their cocks sandwiched between their stomachs it provides them both with the perfect amount of pleasure: enough to stay in their blissful state of ecstasy, but falling just short of bringing them to an embarrassingly swift release, as they dry-hump like teenage boys at summer camp, as opposed to adult men at war.

Boldly, Duo directs his hands back down, trailing the curve of Heero's spine. He makes his touch feather light as his fingers reach the other man's behind and graze over the rounded flesh.

With a jolt Heero pushes his upper body up and away from Duo, ending their kiss.

"Sorry," he is quick to say and he holds his hands up in surrender. He does not want this to be over because of a stupid mistake.

Heero swallows. "No… it's fine. Just… tickled." He lowers himself back down on top of Duo's chest again and recaptures his mouth. There is less haste to their kiss and they are both a little distracted, wondering about the next step.

Duo has his arms around Heero's slender waist, hugging him to his body and trying to ignore the itching in his fingers.

The other shifts to place kisses along Duo's jaw. His nose tickles his ear before he licks at the shell and then challenges: "Are you going to touch me, or what?"

Duo grins and this time he strongly grabs at Heero's ass, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh. He uses his hold on him to take charge of the rocking motion of their lower bodies.

Heero's moans come out muffled as he drops his head down and buries his face in the pillow. It's Duo's turn to kiss his ear and neck. He digs his heels into the bed for leverage to add more power to their matching thrusts. It feels wonderful and he savors it for as long as he can stand it; it won't be enough to get either of them over the edge.

With a growl he throws Heero off of him and manhandles him by his hips until he's lying on his side with his back facing Duo. Heero throws a worried look over his shoulder as Duo slots up behind him and Duo lets out a rumbling chuckle at his friend's wide-eyed expression. "Don't worry. Not gonna fuck you." He moans in surprise at his own words. It's a little jarring to realize that he definitely wants to have sex with Heero in that moment. He doesn't let that thought distract him and cranes his neck to give Heero a kiss. He hikes up the man's shirt to bare his abdomen and chest and lets his hands glide over every inch of golden skin. He's apprehensive about paying any particular attention to the pert nipples, but whenever his course palms brush over them, Heero fails to bite back a moan.

Duo takes one hand off of Heero only long enough to spit into it and spreads the saliva over his own erection. Heero tenses up again and says "wait, wait, wait", although he doesn't try to pull away. "Chill out," Duo says. He chuckles into the hair at the nape of Heero's neck. "I used to do this with my girlfriends all the time when I was a teenager." He lines his wet cock up between Heero's ass cheeks and rolls his hips to create friction between the skin. He moans into Heero's ear and nibbles at his earlobe.

Heero is taking deep breaths and releasing each with a huff, like he is stressing out and needs to get himself to relax.

"Are you cool with this?"

Heero clasps at Duo's hand that is on his hip, holding him still as he rocks against him. "I- I don't know."

He slips his hand from Heero's grasp and reaches around him to encircle his neglected erection. He pumps the tight tunnel of his fist up and down the length, swiping his thumb over the tip every time. "How 'bout now?"

Heero arches into him, releasing the last of his deep breaths in a shudder. "Nnnn… Starting to win me over."

"Fuck yeah."

As they continue to chase their climax, Duo reapplies saliva to his cock two more times, to ensure he remains slick and his skin moves easily and pleasurably against Heero's. With his wet hand he jerks Heero off. He keeps kissing his ear and neck, occasionally convincing Heero to turn his head so he can ravage his mouth. He likes kissing him when they are both overwhelmed and distracted like that; the kiss reduced to nothing more than their parted lips brushing together, exchanging hot breaths and their tongues instinctually swiping at the other's lip while lacking all focus to actually deepen the kiss.

"Feel good?" Duo asks, although the answer is obvious, given how nicely Heero is keening.

"Don't fish for a compliment," Heero grunts in response.

The taller man smirks and tightens his fingers around the base of his partner's erection.

"Ow! Be nice."

Duo chuckles and loosens up so he can continue to stroke him.

They stare into each other's eyes and moan with every breath as the pleasure builds and they can feel their climax approaching. Heero arches his back to meet Duo's thrusts. Duo isn't sure if he can come like this – since he is not a hormonal teenage boy anymore – but he feels close and he doesn't want to stop in favor of doing anything else. He loves his closeness to Heero, his thoughtless kisses and his needy erection in his hand. He loves having him completely and willingly at his mercy. Duo's left arm is underneath Heero and snaked around his torso. His thumb is poised over a nipple and he experimentally flicks the swollen bud, smiling at the surprised gasp the stimulation draws from the other.

"Ah! Nnn… Oh… Oh!" Heero reaches back and slides his hand around the back of Duo's neck. He doesn't pull him closer to attempt another kiss, he just holds him close and holds their intimate eye-contact. "… Are you close?" He asks with strained voice.

"Want you to come first," he grits.

Heero squeezes his eyes shut, but only for a moment. "You should-… You should get me drunk first, next time we do this."

Duo quirks an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Nnn! Because…" He sucks in a desperate breath. "…I'd definitely let you fuck me if I was drunk. Ah!" He closes his eyes and twists his head away, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his cries as his body goes rigid and he shoots his load into Duo's hand.

"Holy shit." Heero's admission has an unspeakable effect on him. He bites into Heero's shoulder and he doesn't even realize he is coming until he feels how much more slippery Heero's backside becomes as he snaps his hips against him in stuttering thrusts. "Ohhh… Ohh, God." Apparently, something about Heero has him right back to being that hormonal teenage boy. He smirks and chuckles breathily. Heero's body deflates in his embrace. "That was good, right?" He whispers in his ear.

"Stop fishing for compliments…"

"C'mon. Give me something to work with here."

Heero pointedly looks down at Duo's hand, still loosely wrapped around his soft penis. "I think you know damn well that you showed me a good time."

Duo brings up his hand and studies the come on his fingers with a grin. He makes a mock-grab for Heero's face, remembering Heero's reaction last time, saying: "Oh, because of your jizz, you mean?"

The other cranes his neck to get away from the grabby fingers and he scrunches his face up in disgust.

"What's the problem?" He teases. "You do realize you have my come all over our ass and back, right?"

"Ugh. At least be a gentleman about it."

Duo looks around himself and thinks for a moment. But it's not like he's at home where he has a box of tissues handy for sticky situations like these. He sits up long enough to pull off his shirt and he uses the article of clothing to clean his hand and wipe down Heero's behind. He stares at his ass with a novel sense of longing and curiosity. "So uh… Did you mean what you said?" He tries tentatively. When Heero doesn't respond, he acknowledges that he has to be a bit more blunt. "Should I seriously ask Follander for some booze?"

After a pause, Heero replies ambiguously: "If you want."

"I want," he shoots back without hesitation.

"…Okay."

Duo nods and tries not to think too much of how casual the agreement is – too casual. "Okay."


Okay?