Author: LoveyouHateyou
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: NC-15/M
Pairings: Duo and Heero
Warnings: References to male/male love
Disclaimer: I do not own them although I would like that. I really, really do. All rights with their original owners.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: There is more to golden mornings than breakfast in bed. At least when you're used to piloting a Gundam. Duo about Heero.
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The sun pours cool and golden through the bedroom window. Bathing our messy den in its pale light. I have woken up to birdsong and saw one of the little things flit past the glass. Wonder whether they really are nesting in the drainpipes as Heero believes they do.
I like waking up before him. He is still asleep, on his back, one arm across his chest, the other one angled over his head. He is snoring a little though he'd argue the hell out of me if I told him. How can he consider even snoring a weakness?
When he's asleep, all the tension leaves him – at least these days it does – and his face takes on an expression of serenity. I like looking at him, study every tiny line, every little whisp of hair, watch his lips twitch in a vague smile – wonder what he's dreamin' about now.
Propping myself up on my elbow to have a better view on him, I can see the hand on his chest clutching a fistful of my hair. As though I'd run away… well, sometimes I do, can't help it, though I know he hurts when I leave yet another time. I'm bad at staying in one place for long.
The sheets have slipped down to his hip, and the light is washing over him, caressing his amber skin and sculpting the muscles beneath. He has thrown one leg on top of the bedding, always does this 'cos he says he gets too hot and I'm spoiled for warmth. I cannot help but let my gaze wander from his face over his bare shoulder and chest, down over his thigh and back up. There's a little bulge where the sheets bunch over his groin.
Damn. I'm not good at resisting temptation, either. He'll wake up, too sleepy to fight me off, and let me have my way with him in a nice, lazy fashion. He's not bothered whether he'll finish or not, I think he likes it anyway, but I'll make sure as hell that he's not going to miss out afterwards.
I usually pay for this in the evening, or whenever he can grab hold of me. I can feel my silly grin even as I shift south, my hands skimming over his flanks and his thighs, spreading them a bit more than he has done in his sleep, and softly pulling the sheets off his groin.
I like to kiss him down there. It tickles all sorts of interesting little noises from the Perfect Soldier, sounds he'd be mortified to hear if he were half with it when he makes them. But he isn't, he'll throw back his head and arch up against me, thrusting himself into me with abandon while he moans and whimpers and begs.
Hell, yeah, I got him begging and for that he had my ass when he got round to it. Not that I'd complain. He still feels he has to make up for succumbing to something as normal as desire, has to prove he can rule even this part of our lives. Well, I know he can't. I know it from the way he starts to shift now that I slip him into my mouth and hum a little against his tip.
He's growing a bit restless, and one hand tugs my hair in rhythm with my lapping. I let go of him and trail wet kisses over his thighs, his belly, his chest and look up to find him staring down at me now, mussed bangs falling into his face, midnight eyes hazy with sleep, his mouth slightly slack and smiling dreamily.
"I like that," he murmurs in his deep voice that is still heavy with sleep.
I wouldn't have guessed. It's sweet to keep going, unhurried, gently, and make him come in this quiet, shuddering way he has when he's not quite awake. He digs his head back into the pillow and a blush fans over his face and chest, his eyes, hooded and foggy, turn up and his mouth opens in a silent 'oh' as he loses himself in me.
I give him a kiss that tastes of himself, and hug him close, my hands lacing through his rich smooth hair. Sometimes he'll go back to sleep, sated and tired, snuggled against me while his pulse is slowing and his breathing returning back to normal. Like now, caressed by the sun and warmed by my hands stroking down his shoulder and arm, slowly, soothing, wiping away sweat and heat.
He likes that too.
And when I already think he's dropped off again, he tugs my hair that he hasn't let go of for a second, and asks against my neck, "What was that for?"
I can't help a smug grin, and it's apparent in my tone as I say, "Just saying good morning, soldierboy."
I can feel his smile against my bare skin. "Hmph… and you?"
It is too good to hold him like this, cradled against me, peacable and restful. It is not worth spoiling it just for a bit of relief. "Later."
A small, satisfied grunt is all I get in reply, but he presses a fraction closer, into my embrace, and allows himself to relax a little longer.
A good morning, indeed.
He's forgotten we're off work today.
Well, I'd say it's likely to become a long,busy day anyway.
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Next chapter: Heero about Duo