Rating- PG-13- extremely mild R
//And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh
And how you enjoy your two-hour bath
And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain
With everyone watching like we were insane//
"Aaahhh, come Heero?" You plead. I love watching you like this, knowing that I'm the only one who can make it better.
"Duo, you're completely capable of showering yourself, you know." I answer in that monotone I've perfected now.
"I know Heero. But I want you." Listening to those words, seeing your shadowed eyes more alluring than I'd ever think possible, I begin to question how much longer I'll be able to tease for. Damn Duo, why do you have to make this so difficult? Bending me to your will like this, you know it's going to be too easy. I realise you've been leading me to the bathroom all this time. Well, shower-room, shall we say. Our flat isn't exactly big. But we don't mind, it's amazing we even got a flat on our own. The two single beds pushed together in our tiny bedroom isn't paradise, but it seems totally unimportant when compared to everything immaterial we have. One day it'll all be perfect. But I don't need it at the moment; I've got you.
I sigh, you know you've won as you push open the door, stripping off you're shirt as soon as you're there, eyes locking with mine the whole time. I walk into the shower still fully clothed to attempt to get the damn thing working. Showers have personalities too, you know. This one, certainly. I take the showerhead off its bracket and run it over my hand, feeling the cold water spray through my fingers. It'll take a few minutes to warm up now, if it decides to at all. I put it back up on the wall and turn to face you, taking in the sight of your unobstructed pale skin. And it's perfection all over again.
"Duo."
"Yes Heero?"
"You're amazing, have I told you that?"
"Many times. But particularly amazing totally nude and about to get very wet, right?"
I can't help but nod, blushing faintly at the same time. You can read me like a book. I can't seem to tear my eyes away from you, and you know that, using it to your complete advantage as you stand in the middle of the room knowing /exactly/ how good you look.
"Heero, dya think the water's hot enough yet?" You ask, perfectly innocently. It takes me a few seconds to register what you've said, as I watch your lips then hear the sounds. It's like one of those old classic movies that's never quite co-ordinated, but amazing all the same. I walk back to the stall and put my hand under the water. It's still barely warm.
"Not really, Duo, come see?" So you walk over, grinning in a way that can only spell trouble. And before I know it, I'm standing with my back against the wall of the shower, with you barely centimetres in front, still smiling.
"Shit Duo, I've still got my clothes on!" Spontaneous as always, but I'm intent on keeping up this annoyed façade, at least until I see what else you have up your sleeve.
"You know, we should do something about that then 'Ro, shouldn't we?" You grin, placing your fingers at the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Then you try to undo my pants, and I can't help but laugh as I let you struggle with the soaking material.
"Heero, help?" I shake my head, grinning down at you the whole time.
"Ohhh whyyy?" Your lavender eyes become wide like that Labrador Quat found a few weeks back. The one that seemed do tame and loving until it bit him, and let's just say he didn't look at that dog in the same way again. It was cute though.
"Because, m'dear, this was your idea." I try to keep my voice unwavering but it's getting harder from the feel of your hands on my wet clothing. Finally you manage to get the garment round my ankles, and I step out of it, partially to help you, but mainly so I don't fall flat on my face. The water's just beginning to warm up, but it doesn't seem to bother us, the intoxicating heat of your skin is all that I'm aware of, the sound of your voice, your soft caresses. I realise you've managed to remove my underwear as well, damn your talent for this. It always takes me ages, fumbling far too harshly, until you're sighing and doing it yourself anyway.
"Yummy Heero." You giggle, and I can't help but pull you closer as the now- warm water watches over us, growling at the groin to nose contact it achieves.
"Mmm, yummy yummy Heero." You say again in that childlike voice, the voice that doesn't fool me for a minute. You'll do anything in your power to get your way. "Can I taste Heero?" It's so infantile, but God if only you knew what you were doing to me now. It's beyond a turn-on. This is you being a goddamned imp, Maxwell. Can't things just be simple, just once? No playing, no teasing? Of course it can't, to you foreplay is just as important as anything else.
"Duo." Is all I manage to say before you cover my mouth with yours, grinning against my lips as you push me back against the freezing wall again, fighting for dominance you know you won't get any other way. But as much as I love the times like these, the 1% of my brain still capable of coherent thought tells me that if you don't wash your hair now, you'll be bloody cranky in the morning. It's something I'd rather avoid.
So I carefully take the band out of your sopping braid and let your hair fall, raking my fingers through it in an attempt to make it co-operate, still lip-locking like there's no tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned, take each day as it comes, because who knows what's going to happen next week, next month? I certainly don't. And at this moment in time, with you held tight against my body, do I care about that? No. Because every second you're on this Earth I'll love you with all my heart. I just wish I could find the right words to tell you that.
I break away for a second as I grab the shampoo, as you sigh and pull me even closer. I'm practically inside your skin now, the one place in the world that I so want to be at this moment in time. But instead I slowly massage the liquid into your hair with my fingers. I can tell this is heaven for you, as I capture your mouth again. And I realise I'll never get tired of this. I have to step back, just for a second, to look at you. To see the water cascading over your shoulders, hair sticking to your back and twirling around your thighs. You're smiling, face completely flushed; probably from the water, though I somehow doubt it. I can already see the effect my scrutinising is having on you. "Duo Maxwell, you are incredible."
"I know I am."
I spoke? Oh, I did. After a few seconds I hear you shriek, totally over- dramatically but that's just you, and it takes a while to register. The water's beginning to run cold again, a silent 'your fun's over now'. But instead of getting out as quickly as I can, I lean my back against the freezing wall and pull you close to me, your head nestling as my shoulder as my hands slowly trace down your spine to cup your ass.
I hear your sigh. And I'm lost.
~*~
TBC
A/N: Reviews! C'mon people do better than last time! I'll love ya forever.? **makes puppy dog eyes**
//And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh
And how you enjoy your two-hour bath
And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain
With everyone watching like we were insane//
"Aaahhh, come Heero?" You plead. I love watching you like this, knowing that I'm the only one who can make it better.
"Duo, you're completely capable of showering yourself, you know." I answer in that monotone I've perfected now.
"I know Heero. But I want you." Listening to those words, seeing your shadowed eyes more alluring than I'd ever think possible, I begin to question how much longer I'll be able to tease for. Damn Duo, why do you have to make this so difficult? Bending me to your will like this, you know it's going to be too easy. I realise you've been leading me to the bathroom all this time. Well, shower-room, shall we say. Our flat isn't exactly big. But we don't mind, it's amazing we even got a flat on our own. The two single beds pushed together in our tiny bedroom isn't paradise, but it seems totally unimportant when compared to everything immaterial we have. One day it'll all be perfect. But I don't need it at the moment; I've got you.
I sigh, you know you've won as you push open the door, stripping off you're shirt as soon as you're there, eyes locking with mine the whole time. I walk into the shower still fully clothed to attempt to get the damn thing working. Showers have personalities too, you know. This one, certainly. I take the showerhead off its bracket and run it over my hand, feeling the cold water spray through my fingers. It'll take a few minutes to warm up now, if it decides to at all. I put it back up on the wall and turn to face you, taking in the sight of your unobstructed pale skin. And it's perfection all over again.
"Duo."
"Yes Heero?"
"You're amazing, have I told you that?"
"Many times. But particularly amazing totally nude and about to get very wet, right?"
I can't help but nod, blushing faintly at the same time. You can read me like a book. I can't seem to tear my eyes away from you, and you know that, using it to your complete advantage as you stand in the middle of the room knowing /exactly/ how good you look.
"Heero, dya think the water's hot enough yet?" You ask, perfectly innocently. It takes me a few seconds to register what you've said, as I watch your lips then hear the sounds. It's like one of those old classic movies that's never quite co-ordinated, but amazing all the same. I walk back to the stall and put my hand under the water. It's still barely warm.
"Not really, Duo, come see?" So you walk over, grinning in a way that can only spell trouble. And before I know it, I'm standing with my back against the wall of the shower, with you barely centimetres in front, still smiling.
"Shit Duo, I've still got my clothes on!" Spontaneous as always, but I'm intent on keeping up this annoyed façade, at least until I see what else you have up your sleeve.
"You know, we should do something about that then 'Ro, shouldn't we?" You grin, placing your fingers at the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Then you try to undo my pants, and I can't help but laugh as I let you struggle with the soaking material.
"Heero, help?" I shake my head, grinning down at you the whole time.
"Ohhh whyyy?" Your lavender eyes become wide like that Labrador Quat found a few weeks back. The one that seemed do tame and loving until it bit him, and let's just say he didn't look at that dog in the same way again. It was cute though.
"Because, m'dear, this was your idea." I try to keep my voice unwavering but it's getting harder from the feel of your hands on my wet clothing. Finally you manage to get the garment round my ankles, and I step out of it, partially to help you, but mainly so I don't fall flat on my face. The water's just beginning to warm up, but it doesn't seem to bother us, the intoxicating heat of your skin is all that I'm aware of, the sound of your voice, your soft caresses. I realise you've managed to remove my underwear as well, damn your talent for this. It always takes me ages, fumbling far too harshly, until you're sighing and doing it yourself anyway.
"Yummy Heero." You giggle, and I can't help but pull you closer as the now- warm water watches over us, growling at the groin to nose contact it achieves.
"Mmm, yummy yummy Heero." You say again in that childlike voice, the voice that doesn't fool me for a minute. You'll do anything in your power to get your way. "Can I taste Heero?" It's so infantile, but God if only you knew what you were doing to me now. It's beyond a turn-on. This is you being a goddamned imp, Maxwell. Can't things just be simple, just once? No playing, no teasing? Of course it can't, to you foreplay is just as important as anything else.
"Duo." Is all I manage to say before you cover my mouth with yours, grinning against my lips as you push me back against the freezing wall again, fighting for dominance you know you won't get any other way. But as much as I love the times like these, the 1% of my brain still capable of coherent thought tells me that if you don't wash your hair now, you'll be bloody cranky in the morning. It's something I'd rather avoid.
So I carefully take the band out of your sopping braid and let your hair fall, raking my fingers through it in an attempt to make it co-operate, still lip-locking like there's no tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned, take each day as it comes, because who knows what's going to happen next week, next month? I certainly don't. And at this moment in time, with you held tight against my body, do I care about that? No. Because every second you're on this Earth I'll love you with all my heart. I just wish I could find the right words to tell you that.
I break away for a second as I grab the shampoo, as you sigh and pull me even closer. I'm practically inside your skin now, the one place in the world that I so want to be at this moment in time. But instead I slowly massage the liquid into your hair with my fingers. I can tell this is heaven for you, as I capture your mouth again. And I realise I'll never get tired of this. I have to step back, just for a second, to look at you. To see the water cascading over your shoulders, hair sticking to your back and twirling around your thighs. You're smiling, face completely flushed; probably from the water, though I somehow doubt it. I can already see the effect my scrutinising is having on you. "Duo Maxwell, you are incredible."
"I know I am."
I spoke? Oh, I did. After a few seconds I hear you shriek, totally over- dramatically but that's just you, and it takes a while to register. The water's beginning to run cold again, a silent 'your fun's over now'. But instead of getting out as quickly as I can, I lean my back against the freezing wall and pull you close to me, your head nestling as my shoulder as my hands slowly trace down your spine to cup your ass.
I hear your sigh. And I'm lost.
~*~
TBC
A/N: Reviews! C'mon people do better than last time! I'll love ya forever.? **makes puppy dog eyes**