Buried

As Heero began to stir back into consciousness, he felt something heavy on his legs and momentarily imagined some horrible scenario where his legs were crushed by falling debris or worse. Yet he damn well knew he wasn't somewhere dangerous as he felt the warmth of the suns rays beating down on his skin, he could hear the sound of the rolling waves and someone softly snoring. He opened his eyes and raised his head, looking down to where Duo was currently trying to bury his legs or maybe his entire body in sand.

He then glanced to where Trowa was laid on his stomach, his head pillowed on his arms, snoring, before returning his attention to Duo.

"Did you think you'd bury me?"

Duo glanced up, his eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses, and gave a wide grin. "I thought you were tired out so I was gonna try my luck."

"Huh," Heero murmured and remained motionless for a moment which Duo took as a brief surrender and kept piling on the sand.

He was a little tired - last night had been intense, beginning with food and alcohol, which he didn't generally drink but the whole vacation atmosphere had got to him, and then progressed from there. Images flashed behind his eyes of Trowa up close, his mouth on his chest, of Duo between his legs, of how their hands touched and clasped for each other during the foreplay. And he felt like he could remember the aftershocks of the touches, of each pinch of his nipples, the fingertips over his thighs, the hand around his cock. The whole night had been long, slow, savouring each other like they had fucking time to for once and Heero felt content today to do nothing but bask in the sun.

Duo obviously had other ideas.

"Stop."

"Make me," Duo replied, his eyes looking over his shades.

Heero levelled him with a glare and then he sprang into action to attempt to tackle Duo to the sand. But of course, Duo anticipated his move and was already in motion, running down the beach.

On his feet, he gave chase, seeing how Duo's braid trailed behind him as he ran, the bright red and black pattern of his board shorts bright in the sunlight. He guessed Duo slowed down a little as if he ran at top speed, he would not be able to catch him, and Heero was able to pounce, crashing them both to the golden sand underneath.

There was a moment of wrestling, of gaining and losing positions, a few gropes and touches used as leverage until finally, Heero straddled Duo who grinned up at him.

"I thought you were tired."

Heero only grunted and leant down to press his lips to Duo, their mouths meeting instinctively, lazy tongues sliding together. When they parted, Heero got up, offering his hand to help Duo up.

"You know, babe," Duo said as he got to his feet, "if you don't wanna be buried we could always bury Tro'."

Heero let a small smirk cross his lips and wrapped an arm loosely around Duo's waist.

"Deal."