Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who reviewed, I loved the comments.
And I must warn people about this chapter, it has some.illicit scenes.
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Duo, Heero, or Gundam Wing. Oh the agony, the agony. ^.^ Hope everyone keeps enjoying, but I think flames are on the way. :: gets the extinguisher::
The channels turned slowly as Duo looked down the couch at Heero who sat there, staring at the TV.
"So, whatcha wanna watch?" Duo tried to sound normal but being so close to Heero was causing the butterflies in his stomach to join the circus and take up acrobatics.
Obviously Heero didn't hear the comment because he didn't reply or even move his body. Duo sighed inwardly, this was a bad idea, and it was just like Heero was upstairs still.
"Heero? Hey, earth to Heero, I was talking to you man." Duo called, moving a little closer to run a hand in front of Heero's eyes, Heero's hand shot up and grabbed Duo's wrist. Holding it in place before his eyes. Heero stared, just stared, at Duo's palm.
Duo swallowed quickly. What the hell is going on? He's touching me. if this wasn't so freaky I might die of ecstasy Duo thought bitterly, tugging slightly to get his hand back.
Heero did not release, nor did he make reason as to why he held on. Heero was staring at Duo's palm as he thought to himself, We're all alone, no one would know if I. Heero snapped out of his thoughts as Duo gingerly tried to draw his hand back. Heero released suddenly, dropping his hand to his side.
"Stop." Was all he muttered? Stop? Duo felt the disappointment well over him at that one little word. He hadn't even touched Heero and Heero was already telling him to stop.
"Hey man, whatever." Duo nodded bitterly, tossed the blanket aside, set the remote where Heero could reach it, and left the room. He opened the door to his room, went in, and shut it behind him, leaning back against it as he slid downwards to the floor.
He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped an arm around them. Why does he hate me so much? All he does is get angry when I talk too much, and ignore me when I try to have a conversation with him
Duo shook his head, stood, and walked to the adjoining bathroom. He needed to go cool off, His skin still tingled from Heero's touch, even though the Bastard had said stop.
The shower came on upstairs and Heero looked up. Why did I say that? Why did he take it so bad? He wondered, but the emotionless mask he always wore was firmly in place and wouldn't leave. But despite the harsh words he had said, the touch had not been intimate, so why was he so.. heated? He stood from the couch, ignoring the TV as he went upstairs and silently opened the door to Duo's room.
Duo put the water to hot and undid his braid as he stepped into the shower, unraveling his hair under the stream of falling water. He shut his eyes, put his hands on the wall of the shower, and pushed his face to the water, letting it run down his eyelids, cheeks, and lips. Despite the unwelcome of Heero in his mind, pictures of different dreams he'd had lately came to mind.
Heero's body naked beneath him, sheeted in sweat, and crying out, Heero calling his name into the darkness of the room they'd share, and Heero shivering in the pale light of the moon on a starry night. And with those thoughts Duo felt a tightening in his groin and a need for release.
Heero stood at the foot of Duo's bed, looking down at the crumpled sheets in disarray. He looked towards the bathroom door, the light and steam streaming from beneath it as he moved closer, and then he heard it, Duo's torn moan.
Without thinking or question Duo put his hands between his legs and wrapped his sure fingers around his manhood, stroking slowly at first, then harder and faster as the first of his moans began.
Heero stared at the door in disbelief. His Duo was actually masturbating. Heero had to wonder why. Was it because of their so brief touch, or was Heero stupid for thinking that? The moans got louder, stopping all thoughts as Heero listened, his own cock responding by getting painfully harder.
"Heero." Duo moaned, one hand holding him up against the wall, the other smoothly running fast and hard over his erection. The all to brief pleasure ended, exploding over his vision in a white-hot wave. His body trembled as he sunk to his knees in the shower, panting heavily as the tears started. It would always be like this, him dreaming about a lover that hated him. The world was a very cruel place.
Outside Heero just stood there, his eyes transfixed on the door. He just.my name. As much as Heero knew he should be leaving about now, his feet would not respond.
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Duo, Heero, or Gundam Wing. Oh the agony, the agony. ^.^ Hope everyone keeps enjoying, but I think flames are on the way. :: gets the extinguisher::
The channels turned slowly as Duo looked down the couch at Heero who sat there, staring at the TV.
"So, whatcha wanna watch?" Duo tried to sound normal but being so close to Heero was causing the butterflies in his stomach to join the circus and take up acrobatics.
Obviously Heero didn't hear the comment because he didn't reply or even move his body. Duo sighed inwardly, this was a bad idea, and it was just like Heero was upstairs still.
"Heero? Hey, earth to Heero, I was talking to you man." Duo called, moving a little closer to run a hand in front of Heero's eyes, Heero's hand shot up and grabbed Duo's wrist. Holding it in place before his eyes. Heero stared, just stared, at Duo's palm.
Duo swallowed quickly. What the hell is going on? He's touching me. if this wasn't so freaky I might die of ecstasy Duo thought bitterly, tugging slightly to get his hand back.
Heero did not release, nor did he make reason as to why he held on. Heero was staring at Duo's palm as he thought to himself, We're all alone, no one would know if I. Heero snapped out of his thoughts as Duo gingerly tried to draw his hand back. Heero released suddenly, dropping his hand to his side.
"Stop." Was all he muttered? Stop? Duo felt the disappointment well over him at that one little word. He hadn't even touched Heero and Heero was already telling him to stop.
"Hey man, whatever." Duo nodded bitterly, tossed the blanket aside, set the remote where Heero could reach it, and left the room. He opened the door to his room, went in, and shut it behind him, leaning back against it as he slid downwards to the floor.
He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped an arm around them. Why does he hate me so much? All he does is get angry when I talk too much, and ignore me when I try to have a conversation with him
Duo shook his head, stood, and walked to the adjoining bathroom. He needed to go cool off, His skin still tingled from Heero's touch, even though the Bastard had said stop.
The shower came on upstairs and Heero looked up. Why did I say that? Why did he take it so bad? He wondered, but the emotionless mask he always wore was firmly in place and wouldn't leave. But despite the harsh words he had said, the touch had not been intimate, so why was he so.. heated? He stood from the couch, ignoring the TV as he went upstairs and silently opened the door to Duo's room.
Duo put the water to hot and undid his braid as he stepped into the shower, unraveling his hair under the stream of falling water. He shut his eyes, put his hands on the wall of the shower, and pushed his face to the water, letting it run down his eyelids, cheeks, and lips. Despite the unwelcome of Heero in his mind, pictures of different dreams he'd had lately came to mind.
Heero's body naked beneath him, sheeted in sweat, and crying out, Heero calling his name into the darkness of the room they'd share, and Heero shivering in the pale light of the moon on a starry night. And with those thoughts Duo felt a tightening in his groin and a need for release.
Heero stood at the foot of Duo's bed, looking down at the crumpled sheets in disarray. He looked towards the bathroom door, the light and steam streaming from beneath it as he moved closer, and then he heard it, Duo's torn moan.
Without thinking or question Duo put his hands between his legs and wrapped his sure fingers around his manhood, stroking slowly at first, then harder and faster as the first of his moans began.
Heero stared at the door in disbelief. His Duo was actually masturbating. Heero had to wonder why. Was it because of their so brief touch, or was Heero stupid for thinking that? The moans got louder, stopping all thoughts as Heero listened, his own cock responding by getting painfully harder.
"Heero." Duo moaned, one hand holding him up against the wall, the other smoothly running fast and hard over his erection. The all to brief pleasure ended, exploding over his vision in a white-hot wave. His body trembled as he sunk to his knees in the shower, panting heavily as the tears started. It would always be like this, him dreaming about a lover that hated him. The world was a very cruel place.
Outside Heero just stood there, his eyes transfixed on the door. He just.my name. As much as Heero knew he should be leaving about now, his feet would not respond.