The Reason I Won't Be Coming
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Chapter Four – Racing
Heero's pulse was racing. His breath was ragged. Duo looked like a breath of fresh air, so clean and pure. That damnable braid was a mess, and Heero wanted to touch it, the brush it out, and braid it back again. He studied Duo, and saw that Duo was fiddling with his right hand. Something silver glinted from that hand. The ring? Duo still wore it?
Duo drank in the sight of Heero, his Heero. That mop of hair, those eyes, that body! And he just looked so damned good! Most of him just wanted to jump on Heero, kiss him senseless and demand absolution for all his sins. Duo looked closer, and saw the hemp necklace around Heero's neck. He still had that?
"Duo," Heero managed to get out a decent greeting, even though he felt like he had gained a frog in his throat.
Duo wanted to close his eyes. His name on Heero's tongue sounded like a caress. Every day he had missed Heero, missed everything about him, and it was all building up in him.
"Heero, it's nice to see you," Duo moved closer to the bar asked for another jack and coke. Was that the best he could come up with? Heero ordered another bourbon, even though he was already feeling quite drunk already. Heero held up his glass to Duo.
"It's nice to see you too, Duo," Heero toasted.
They sat there, in silence, while people hustled and bustled around the bar and around the room in general.
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Quatre and Trowa looked around, pleased with the turnout and with their successful civil reconciliation of their two best friends.
"When are we kicking everyone out?" Trowa asked.
"I think if we put out the desserts and finger foods, and sing some carols, everyone will leave shortly after that," Quatre told him, and then they walked into the kitchen. Duo and Heero were still sitting in silence.
"Duo? Heero? Can you help us put this stuff out?" Quatre asked, wanting to keep them moving before they passed out. He handed Duo and platter of cookies and pointed to a table. Duo wobbled as he walked, but set the platter down without incident. Heero sat a platter of popcorn balls down next to it, and their arms brushed against one another. They both recoiled, as if they had been shocked, then walked back to the counter. Quatre handed Duo a bowl of candy, and handed Heero a platter of zucchini bread. Soon, the table was groaning with treats, and people were eagerly devouring the sweet snacks. Quatre and Trowa looked at each other, and then looked at the two drunken boys. Trowa took Heero by the arm and walked out to the balcony. Quatre took Duo's arms and led him over to the stairs.
"Duo, sit for a minute," Quatre patted the step. Duo sat down gingerly, obviously trying to keep his head on straight.
"I am way too drunk," Duo moaned.
"Yes. I know. How does it feel?" Quatre asked softly.
"Dizzy, hot, my head feels heavy. I am surprised I could help you with all those platters," Duo slurred.
"I meant, how does it feel, to see Heero?" Quatre tried again. Duo looked stricken, as if he were cornered and forced to do something. Then, his face slackened and tears appeared in his eyes.
"He's so gorgeous! I looked in those eyes….and the necklace! He still wears the necklace! What have I done?" Duo was softly crying now.
"Why don't we get you put to bed?" Quatre asked. Duo nodded. Quatre led him to the bedroom.
"I have pajamas for you," Quatre held out the flannel bottoms and hid the pair for Heero. Duo began to strip, and Quatre looked away politely. Duo took the pants from him, and put them on without too much trouble. Quatre helped him get into the bed, and then he covered him up.
"Hey, thanks Kat," Duo whispered.
"Anytime Duo. I hope you do not hate us in the morning," Quatre whispered back. He closed the door after him, and looked out to the balcony. Heero was sitting down, his face buried in his hands. Trowa stood nearby, looking out at the street.
"Everything okay?" Quatre asked.
"I just need to sit for a while," Heero told them.
"Well, you could sit in our study. There is a nice comfy chair there, and you will not be interrupted," Quatre suggested.
Minutes later, Heero was left in the study, curled up in a chair covered in chenille. His eyes were already drooping, and Quatre felt an almost momentary pity for what he was going to put his friends through.
"Hey, they had to push us together," Trowa shrugged, reading his mind.
"I know, I know. Let's finish this party out, and then we can move Heero."
They mingled, and made nice. They sang a few carols, and then people started to leave at about two in the morning. When the last person was gone, Quatre smiled tiredly at Trowa.
"Let's get this done," Trowa growled.
Heero was not easy to move, because he had a lot of muscle. But move him they did, in his drunken stupor. They opened the door, and Duo did not stir. They removed Heero's clothes and pulled the flannel pants over his hips. They placed him on the pillow next to Duo, and drew the covers up over the both of them. They stared at the vision of the two brunettes lying next to each other. Duo's braid was less than a foot away from Heero's face, but Quatre was still not completely satisfied.
"Trowa, move Heero so he is spooning Duo," Quatre suggested. Trowa moved the dead weight so that Heero's stomach was pressed against Duo's back, and so Heero's left arm encircled Duo's waist.
"Good night you two. You are not coming out until we say so," Quatre smiled and closed the door. Then they locked the new doorknob from the outside. It had been hard finding a doorknob that they could not unlock from the inside, but they had done it. Quatre linked arms with Trowa and followed him upstairs.
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Heero's eyes twitched. He was immediately aware of several facts: he had a massive headache, a raging hard-on, pajama bottoms, a warm bed, and a very warm body lying half on top of him with legs intertwined.
What happened? he asked himself. Then, he chanced opening one of his eyes. The room was almost all dark, save a sliver of light peaking through the navy blue curtains. He chanced a peek at the body lying half on him. A long braid, half unraveled, was caressing his chest like a pretty brown snake.
"Duo," Heero breathed softly. Duo was in bed with him!
"Don't try to leave"
"Want another shot?"
"Kiss and make up"
Heero wanted to groan, but he stopped himself for the sake of the man in bed with him. They had been set up. And he was willing to bet that they were locked in this bedroom.
Duo's soft cheek was resting near his right nipple, with that equally soft mouth hovering over his erect nipple. Heero was willing to bet that the proximity of that mouth was what had gotten his nipples erect in the first place. If Duo even just stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, he would touch that sensitive flesh. Heero remembered how good that tongue felt on his skin, on his nipples, on his mouth, on his cock…
The hard member between his legs gave a twitch from under the comfortable pants Quatre had provided him, a harsh reminder of his present condition.
Heero raised a hand to tentatively stroke Duo's soft braid while he slept. Heero carefully pulled out the tie at the bottom of the braid, and ran his fingers through the silky strands. The first time he had done this, he had no clue a man's hair could be that soft, that perfect. His hand strayed to Duo's cheek, and he used the back of his index finger to stroke the skin carefully. His fingers barely whispered over the skin, then the finger continued down over the fine hairs on Duo's arm. Heero reminded himself that he may never get this chance again. When Duo finally woke, the fit would hit the shan, and Heero may never even see him again.
Heero touched Duo's hair again, and he continued to run his fingers lightly through it. It still smelled the same, like that damned expensive shampoo Duo insisted on buying. The smell drove him crazy.
For a moment, it felt like it had felt back then. He and Duo would lie there like this until the world made them get up out of bed. They would talk, argue, make love, whatever struck their fancy.
When Duo shifted slightly, Heero became aware that he was not the only one sporting morning wood. Duo's staff was poking him in the thigh, and it was exquisite torture.
Heero knew Duo would wake soon. He decided to make quiet confessions before that happened, before this spell was broken.
"I'm sorry, Duo. Regrets are a distraction, and I only have one. I should have chased you. I should have never let you get away. I should have never given up. I ran away from the problem and never offered a solution. You were left to draw your own conclusions. I am very sorry. I still love you. I always will," Heero lifted Duo's arm and carefully climbed out from under him. Heero scooted over and swung his legs out from under the covers. He sat on the edge of the bed and swallowed two aspirin that he spied on the nightstand. Quatre had definitely planned for this. He buried his face in his hands in an effort to recover.
"You know," Heero's head shot back up, " You act too rashly. You don't even ask my opinion on the matter, and you left a perfectly warm bed"
"Didn't know you were awake," Heero said softly, his voice a little chagrined.
"I was awake before you were. Now come back to bed," Duo patted the pillow with his eyes still closed.
"Are you sure?" Heero asked, wondering if he was dreaming.
"Shit Heero, I am hungover, and it is Christmas morning. I was set up by my best friends, I woke up in your arms for the first time in six months, and I have a raging hard-on. I want you to come back to bed before I open my eyes and find out I was dreaming all of this," Duo sighed and patted the pillow again.
Heero lifted up the covers and climbed back into the warm bed, relishing the feeling. He assumed the position he had been in before he got up, and Duo resumed his position, complete with legs intertwined.
"I'm sorry, Duo," Heero found it easier to say the second time around.
"Don't be. I jumped to an absurd conclusion. You had never showed Relena one bit of attention. I guess everything was just building up on me, and I had to let it out. You became an unfortunate casualty of that," Duo said, his eyes still closed, "Hell, if anyone needs to apologize it is me"
"Well, we might as well get up. Trowa and Quatre might let us out if we tell them we are speaking again," Heero told Duo while trying not to show how much he absolutely did not want to leave this bed.
"Nope. I believe their demands were that we kiss and make-up," Duo smiled as he licked his parched lips. As Heero had predicted, that soft tongue did indeed graze his nipple, making his breath hitch. He had to suppress a shudder. Duo's violet eyes opened at the noise, and they looked deeply and sleepily into Heero's sapphire ones.
"Wow, it wasn't all a dream. I really do have the too gorgeous for his own good Heero Yuy in bed with me once again," Duo murmured. The two stared at each other for endless moments before Heero spoke again.
"That night, I was going to propose to you," Heero confessed.
"I would have said yes," Duo whispered, "I have been miserable without you"
"I kept everything I removed from the old apartment. It is all up at my cabin. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it," Heero told Duo.
"I still wake up every morning hating the world because you are not in my bed, next to me," Duo said despondently.
"I still have your engagement ring," Heero smiled ruefully, "I win"
"Touche"
Heero continued to stroke Duo's hair in silence, while staring deeply into those exotic eyes. How long had they had been lying there like that before Duo shifted his body so that he was lying on top of Heero? Duo leaned down and captured Heero's mouth in a hungry kiss, and Heero ceased to care about anything else, including time.
Heero's hands cupped Duo's face as they kissed, and Duo used his elbows to keep himself slightly propped up so that he did not crush Heero.
Duo released Heero's mouth, and they were both panting. Duo lowered his mouth to Heero's neck, licking, biting, and sucking on that flesh. He did the same thing as he moved down to Heero's throat. He continued down until he could latch onto a perfectly erect tan nipple, his silky hair following him. He used his tongue, and swirled it around the nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. He licked it repeatedly, but he could wait no longer. He moved further downward and tugged down Heero's pajama pants insistently until his hard cock sprang free. Without any hesitation he took Heero into his mouth.
It was like bliss, like a hazy dream. Heero and Duo made love like they were starving for it. They kissed every inch of available skin, and touched the sensitive places only the other knew how to find. When Heero finally took Duo, he started off with a slow and smooth rhythm, working up in speed and strength until they were both frantic.
"Duo!" Heero gasped.
"I love you!" Duo groaned. That sent them both over the edge, and they fell into an abyss, only aware of each other.
They languidly kissed each other over and over again, hangovers forgotten. Only a warm and complete feeling remained.
"Your hair got longer," Heero commented as he stroked the chestnut mane.
"Yeah, hair does tend to grow," Duo laughed.
"We should probably shower," Heero sighed.
"I agree. Besides, as I recall, the shower always was a favorite of yours," Duo grinned wickedly.
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"Well, I would say that was a success," Quatre smiled over his coffee cup. Trowa removed a key from a drawer in the kitchen and unlocked the bedroom door.
"By those moans, it would appear so," Trowa smiled at his love before putting the key back in the drawer. The shower had been running for about twenty minutes.
"Well, I promised breakfast," Quatre sighed and began to gather ingredients. He was about to crack an egg when Trowa grabbed him from behind.
"Can that wait several minutes?" Trowa asked. Quatre looked up at him coyly.
"Sure," Quatre smiled as Trowa steered him away from the kitchen and back upstairs.
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Duo made sounds of contentment as Heero ran the comb through his hair.
"I missed this," Heero commented.
"Me too," Duo admitted. He stopped Heero's hand and turned slightly to look at him, "What now?"
Heero knew they were going to have to have this discussion, "What do you want?"
"To be with you," Duo confessed. Heero smiled.
"Why don't we start with dating?" Heero suggested.
"Why do we have to go through all of that again?" Duo asked impatiently.
"No mistakes this time. Sometimes you have to go back to go forward," Heero turned a philosophical phrase.
"Oh, all right. We will do it your way," Duo gave up his half of the battle and let Heero resume the braiding of his hair. By the time they were done dressing, Trowa and Quatre were back downstairs. The townhouse was twinkling even in the morning light. Presents were piled beneath the tree, and Quatre was busy scrambling eggs.
Heero and Duo exited the bedroom, holding hands and grinning,. Quatre and Trowa looked up with big smiles.
"I swear, Quatre, don't do that ever again. I'll kill you," Heero tried to sound serious but he could not pull it off.
"Coffee?" Trowa asked.
For the rest of the day they laughed, joked, opened presents, and played games. But no matter the material gifts Quatre and Trowa bestowed upon them. Heero and Duo knew the greatest gift their friends had given them was another chances at happiness.