A/N1: Thank you to SFA my lovely and insightful beta reader 3!
A/N2: Thank you to everyone who reads and follows this story, your comments and interest really encourage me. I intend to make this story pretty long so please let me know what you think whenever you feel like it, I live off feedback.
Warnings: Sex, hints of angst
Pairings: currently 1x2
Two Truths and A Lie
Ch 3
Heero Yuy didn't miss opportunities. More specifically, he was trained not to miss opportunities, shots, targets or messages. Right now he was faced with an opportunity.
Duo's lips were warm against his own, the taller man's stubble lightly pricking the skin around his mouth wasn't unpleasant, but the surprise of the action had the former pilot of Wing Zero hyper-focused on the stimulus of the two very different sensations. It took Heero a second before he could think clearly enough to react, he barely registered the long-haired man's confession as more than a breath of warm air against his now slightly wet lips.
Just as Duo started to pull away from the unresponsive ex-pilot, Heero reached a hand up to his waist and looked his partner in the eye with the same steely expression he got when first tasked with a mission.
"I-" Flooded with another sudden wave of doubt, Duo stammered and tried to take a step back from the other man but found that as he did Heero stood to meet him, his strong hand pressing into the small of Duo's back as he pulled the former God of Death into him, angling his head for a better kiss.
It was Duo's turn to be surprised, he never would have guessed Heero would be so gentle, but the brush of his lips was soft, testing. It was like a question, the first half of a call and response. His lips slightly parted, Duo leaned in to the shorter man, one hand going to the left side of his face and the other to the small of Heero's back as he deepened the kiss. They stood there for what felt like hours just lost in this new form of communication. Duo tested his tongue against the other man's lips and Heero opened his mouth to let him in, noting the hot taste of beer and something else he just assumed was the natural taste of the his companion. Heero pulled away slightly to suck tentatively at Duo's bottom lip, the act sending an unexpected shiver up Duo's spine. Back and forth they traded licks, gentle nips and slipped their tongues around each other's mouths, their bodies pressing closer together by degrees. One of Heero's hands found its way to the back of Duo's head and he buried long, callused fingers into the thick strands, pulling at them just enough to elicit a moan from the taller man, who reached the hand at the small of his partner's back down to the perfect soldier's ass and squeezed it, rocking his hips forward.
Heero broke away first, looking Duo in the eye with an expression of lust that the L2 native had never seen the perfect soldier dawn before. It made his cock twitch, made him realize how little fabric there was between his body and the other man's. Their navy blue jumpsuits mostly serving to outline their erections as the two ex-Gundam pilots ground their hips against each other.
"Duo," The way Heero said his name like a command made the man's breath hitch as he held his partner's hungry gaze, his own expression one of awe and desire. Their mouths were swollen and slightly red from stubble burn. There was a beat where the two simply stared at each other, then Heero guided them to his sleeping quarters, the hand that he had at the base of Duo's skull slipped down the length of the man's braid and he didn't pull on it, but held it gently as he stepped backwards, refusing to break eye contact.
The door opened to a room barely half the size of the main comm center of the shuttle. It had a small inset bookshelf on a wall to the right and in the back wall, not ten feet from the door, there was an extra long twin set into the wall so that it formed a kind of cubby space with a ceiling curving up about five feet above it with in-set lights. It was white, sterile and had very few angles like most of the inside of the shuttle.
Once inside the much smaller room that contained the scarcest smattering of Heero's belongings Duo felt a sudden deadening weight of uncertainty. He placed a hand on Heero's chest and leveled him with a look that had none of the lust from earlier and the other man responded immediately, his posture changing to something closer to professional while his expression settled into apprehension mingled with determination.
"Are you sure you want to do this now?" Duo was surprised to feel his voice come out in a light rasp, his tongue felt heavy and his lips were going dry. Without the haze of lust at the forefront of his mind the long-haired man was aware of being a solid step beyond 'buzzed' and was willing to bet the former perfect soldier was as well.
Heero regarded him with a look that shifted from a light frown to an expression of understanding. He nodded, arms dropping to his sides. "You're right," Despite their decision, Duo found the gruff note in the other man's voice pleasantly attractive. He knew this would be an undercurrent to their relationship now, that everything Heero did that was inscrutable or intimidating to him would also strike him as extremely sexy. Even so, the atmosphere of the situation had shifted and the shorter man sat on the bed, running a hand over his face and through his hair with a sigh. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft.
"Don't be," Duo sat down on his right side, pressing a shoulder to the other man, a wave of sympathy and relief rushing through him. He honestly hated being the one to stop this in its tracks, and if Duo was honest with himself it had been awhile since he'd so much as shared a kiss with someone else, but he didn't feel like this was the right headspace for their first sexual encounter.
Heero leaned against Duo in response, looking down at his own lap, eyes heavy lidded. They sat like that for a little while, Heero looking down at himself and Duo looking at the shorter man. He found himself following the just-visible lines around Heero's mouth, at the corners of his eyes, small signs that the perfect soldier wasn't quite perfect. The more he looked the more human the other man became, Duo noticed a few silver hairs, just at his temple. Without thinking he lifted a hand to Heero's temple, brushing just the tips of his fingers through his hair. "You're goin' a little grey there, buddy," he said in a low but playful tone, a little smile curling the edges of his mouth.
Without moving, Heero shot him a mildly petulant look, tilting his head away from Duo's touch. "I know," There was a hint of defensiveness in his voice and the former pilot looked at the man next to him as if expecting Duo to tease him.
Instead the long-haired man shrugged the shoulder he had pressed against Heero's, leaning slightly more towards him, unable to ignore how endearing the shorter man had become since their shared revelation. And if he was honest with himself, now that the possibility of them having anything together was very much apparent, Duo didn't want to stop noticing things about Heero. And he really didn't want this to end with them awkwardly saying goodnight. He knew the alcohol in their systems was probably doing a lot of the work of encouraging his typically very stoic coworker into this not-so-stoic demeanor, helping Duo actually experience this intimacy. Helping him realize that it was something he actually wanted.
Duo's eyes glinted with a familiar mischief that visibly put Heero at ease and the two men shared another moderately awkward kiss over their joined shoulders before turning to better face one another. Their tongues played over each other, hands twining together as they moved further onto the bed. Duo used his slightly larger body to guide Heero so he was pressed against the wall at the foot of the bed but not trapped in the corner. The perfect soldier grunted and positioned himself so that his legs were spread on either side of the taller man, his erection clearly returning.
"Fuck," Duo groaned, untangling one hand from Heero's and placing it on the other man's bulge, feeling the heat, feeling his own erection return. "I really want to," He growled into the other man's jaw line, scraping his teeth along the rough stubble before plundering Heero's mouth with another kiss, practically spilling his tongue down his partner's throat.
Heero bucked his hips into Duo's hand, his own venturing down to the long-haired man's ass, gripping the firm yet supple flesh of it possessively. He moaned around Duo's invasive tongue, the sound coming from deep in his chest and he desperately pulled the taller man closer to him, untwining their other two hands and gripping at the base of Duo's skull again. Pulling away from the hungry kiss Heero responds in his own growled "we can," the hand he had on Duo's ass now moved to his erection, causing him to press his hips forward with a low moan as the warmth of Heero's palm engulfed the firm length of his cock, strong fingers curling with controlled pressure around his balls.
"Goddammit, Yuy," He ground out, rocking into the sensation, the friction driving him towards wanton abandonment. Maybe they were drunk, but they weren't that drunk, and they couldn't possibly regret something that felt so fucking good. "Fuck, fuck I want to," the hand Duo had trained on Heero's cock tightened, causing the typically stoic man to moan out again, pulling his hand away from the back of Duo's head in order to tug at the zipper on the taller man's jumpsuit. Duo looked at him and Heero's face was set in a familiar steely glare laced with lustful want that bordered on pleading that made Duo throw all his fading uncertainty out the window. He took his hand away from Heero's cock in order to wrap it around the hand at his zipper, his other arm at Heero's side, stabilizing him in his bent over position as they both pulled down on the little metal tab, small and round like a tear, revealing a white tank top and light blue boxers which now featured a prominent wet spot.
Heero stared at Duo's now exposed skin as he helped his fellow ex-pilot out of his jumpsuit, pulling it down until it pooled at mid thigh. There was a mildly awkward pause where both men realized they were still wearing their work boots, though they made quick work of removing them, four thuds signaling their descent to the ground. With that done and another hard look of want, Heero removed as best he could his own jumpsuit as Duo stared on, licking his lips in what could have been either hunger or nervousness. Heero's own erection had worked its way out of the slit in his boxers and as he pulled down the jumpsuit it sprang free, blushing red and slick with precum, a small bead of clear liquid at the very tip. Duo drank in the sight of the perfect soldier, legs spread wide, cock hard, eyes hooded with desire his whole body a landscape of want. He wasn't wearing an undershirt. Duo noticed every scar, recognizing the puckered tissue of old bullet wounds, the small shrapnel scar slicing a half-inch long line of white through the trail of hair that led from Heero's navel down under the waistband of his boxers, to the thick brown curls surrounding his erection.
Duo reached out to the small scar, running his index finger across it while Heero studied the man's face, his eyes slightly unfocused with lust. As Duo continued to run his finger down the trail of hair, Heero placed one hand on the bed to steady himself as he lifted his hips again into the other man's touch, his abdominal muscles fluttering at the lightness of it. Duo glanced up, seeing the expression on his partner's face and he couldn't help but smirk, his eyes flashing with playful mischief as he carefully ran a finger down the length of Heero's cock, causing the man to growl in irritation.
"Duo," He bit out, sending a shiver through the named man's spine the same way it had the first time, though he tried not to let it show as he very gently trailed his fingertips back up the firm length of Heero's erection, trailing precum along the shaft.
"Yeah?" Duo responded, his voice gruff but teasing, the sly smirk firmly in place. "What is it?"
"You know what it is," Heero growled, reaching out and wrapping a hand around the taller man's still clothed cock before Duo could pull away in an attempt to continue teasing him.
Duo let out another long moan, giving a shallow thrust into Heero's hand, the motion pushing the tip of his erection out of the opening in his boxers. "Fuck, Heero," almost inadvertently he grabbed at the other man's cock as well, feeling the slick hardness of it.
"What is it," Heero adopted a smirk of his own as he began working his hand up and down the length of Duo's erection, pressing and flicking the head of the man's cock with his thumb.
"You fuck," Was all he could get out, his head spinning from the sensation of having his erection effectively handled. "Shit, I ca-" Duo gasped and grabbed Heero's wrist making him immediately let go of Duo's erection. Before Heero could react, Duo slid back on the bed, grabbing at the jumpsuit and boxers still clothing the perfect soldier's thighs and pulled them completely off, leaving Heero naked save for his socks. As if to retaliate, the other man quickly sat up, reaching for Duo's boxers as well, hooking the fingers of one hand into the waistband and tugging down far enough that the other man's erection bounced free, flicking a new bead of precum from its already sticky head.
"Lay down, lover boy," Duo breathed, placing a hand on Heero's chest, fingers spread wide as he gently pushed at him, receiving a glare from the man, though he complied, his upper back pressed against the back of the curved wall. "You're gonna make me come," Duo confessed in a breathy mutter, eyes fixed on Heero's cock. At this new angle, his face was aligned perfectly with it and he settled himself on one forearm between the thighs of the man that once broke into an OZ base with the intention of killing him. The memory did little to kill his arousal, if anything the irony only helped as he wrapped strong fingers around the base of Heero's cock, careful to palm his balls with a light squeeze as he angled his head down to lick his partner's erection from midshaft to tip and down again before sucking the entirety of Heero's erection into his mouth, moving his hand to the man's inner thigh, thumb gently pressed against Heero's perineum.
It wasn't a sensation Heero had been prepared for, the heat of Duo's mouth, the soft tongue and barest hint of teeth which quickly disappeared as the other man wrapped his lips more firmly around Heero's erection, leaving him with just the wet hot mind-numbing pleasure of Duo's mouth as his head bobbed up and down the length of his cock, tongue swirling around the crown as he came up, then sucking him back down again until he could feel the head of his penis press the back of Duo's throat, felt the muscles clench around him and force him back out again. Heero was almost aware of something like a low moan in the room, and as Duo raised his head up again Heero realized they were both making that noise at such an accidentally perfect pitch that it rolled through his body and brought him so close to orgasm he could feel his balls weigh down with it.
"Du-" Before he could even get out the second syllable Duo face was buried again in Heero's pubic hair, his throat working against the head of Heero's cock before relaxing and letting the last inch of his erection into the hot sheath of Duo's throat. Reflexively, the other man yet again buried his hand in Duo's hair, gripping the thick strands with more force that he had before and causing his partner to push back against the cock in his throat with a stifled moan. "I'm close," Heero ground out, pressing his free hand down into the mattress, gripping a fistfull of sheets and letting out another long moan that turned guttural as he felt the wave of his orgasm surge.
Duo responded by slipping his hand onto Heero's hip, digging his fingers into the side of the man's tensed ass, holding him so he couldn't move his cock out of Duo's throat as he felt the other man's balls tense up, his cock pulsing as he unloaded a hot spray of come down his throat. Heero's hand on the back of his skull tightened as he came, then loosened slowly as the man spent himself, his palm sticky with sweat and pulling on Duo's hair as he removed his fingers from the mess of curls he'd made. Duo gave one last swallow when he felt Heero's cock stop surging and then lifted his head, letting his partner's softening erection go with one last suck.
When he looked up, Heero was looking down at him, his eyes barely open and there was a sheet of sweat on his chest. Duo gave him a little grin, sitting up and placing both hands on the man's thighs. He wanted to say something, wanted to tease the other man, thought briefly about mentioning Relena again but his head was still foggy with beer and lust and watching Heero catch his breath wasn't helping him think straight. Not that he wanted to.
Heero could practically hear Duo trying to formulate a joke about Relena when he started to grin, decided he didn't care, that Duo currently had license to make as many dumb jokes as he wanted. But when all he got was silence marked with their shared heavy breathing Heero sat up a bit more so he wasn't so awkwardly curved against the back wall of his bunk and began to crawl towards the other man, moving in for a kiss which Duo returned sloppily, his lips more swollen, his mouth bitter with Heero's come.
"It's your turn," Heero grunted, pressing a hand to Duo's chest, clearly mocking the other man's earlier gesture. "Take this off," he pulled his partner's tank top up with one hand, the other running up Duo's thigh before wrapping around his cock, coaxing him back to a full erection.
"Bossy," Duo teased as he complied, pulling the top over his head and giving a little gasp as he felt Heero's hand work him back to arousal. If he was this good with his hands then Duo was very curious to see what exactly Heero could do with his mouth. More than a little eager, the taller man lay back, found Heero's pillow and slipped one arm under it so he could comfortably rest his head at an angle where he could watch the other man.
Meticulous as ever, Heero took a moment to re-adjust himself in a similar position to the one Duo was in just a minute ago, carefully pressing at his thighs so that Duo spread them the way Heero had, making his cock strain up. Before he sunk down between the wiry musculature of the other man's thighs he took in the sight of Duo lying on his bed, one hand resting on the mattress beside him, the other under the pillow, giving the long-haired man enough height to look Heero in the eye and smirk at him as he watched the other man's gaze flick over his chest and abdomen, like he was reading every scar, the trail of hair that started an inch below his navel, the small tuft of chest hair just between his pecs.
After a long moment of just Heero staring, Duo grabbed at his own erection, tugging at his it? lazily, his smirk growing as he saw Heero blush and open his mouth slightly, gaze locked on the act. "C'mon, Heero," He almost purred, continuing to stroke himself, a fresh bead of precum budding from the tip of his cock. "It's my turn, isn't it?" Duo teased, enjoying how he could make the perfect soldier blush, make him curl just a bit into himself, eyes wide, lips parted.
Finally, Heero recognized he was letting an opportunity slip past him and he pushed Duo's hand away from his cock, replacing it with his own as he sunk down between the other man's warm thighs, noting the lightly bitter saltiness of his erection, how firm and thick it was - at least it was thicker than Heero's cock, and it pushed at the corners of his mouth, stretching it open and he tried to imitate what Duo had done earlier. But his mouth was a little dry and his lips stuck slightly to his teeth and he had to readjust his head so he came back up feeling unsatisfied with his own performance, working his tongue inside his mouth to wetten it more, free hand working Duo's shaft as he did, getting a shallow hip thrust and a light groan in response. Heero slid a little bit further down the bed, curling one leg partially beneath him and letting the other hang off the side so he could better position himself and tried again to take Duo into his mouth, this time leading with his tongue. He fit as much of Duo's cock into his mouth as he could, which, he was disappointed to notice, was only slightly more than half. Of course Duo seemed pleased, his thighs tensed at the sensation, as he let out another moan and a gentle "fuck", raising his hips again so he pressed a little more into Heero's mouth, making the man's lips press deeper into his teeth as he tried his best to suck Duo down though he found he had very little control in this position.
Duo had had his eyes closed as Heero worked away at his cock, but once the other man came up again, Duo opened his eyes to see Heero wearing a look of frustration. "You ok?" He asked, thinking back to when Heero admitted to only having had sex with Relena once. Had that been the only time he'd ever had sex? A sense of mild concern tugged at him.
"You're...really thick," Heero still had a hand on Duo's shaft as he half admitted to the man what his trouble was in a mutter. Before Duo could respond though, Heero was licking his lips and going back down again, this time swirling a hot wet tongue around his head before sucking Duo's cock into his mouth, a sensation that made Duo close his eyes again and moan. Confidence restored, Heero worked his erection like that for a while, laving at the crown with his tongue as he came up and forcefully sucking as much of Duo's cock as he could when he came back down, getting slightly more of it each time until he felt it press at the back of his throat. Heero angled forward, slipping his hands to Duo's thin hips, holding him in place as he attempted to swallow Duo. But his throat wouldn't give, and the thick head pressed against the nasal cavities in the roof of his mouth so he couldn't breathe, so instead he opted for another strong suck as he pulled his head back and tried again, letting the speed of the mild vacuum he created around Duo's cock pull him quickly down until his nose was buried in thick curls and he suddenly convulsed bodily as his gag reflex kicked in. Hot acid burned the back of his tongue, tears stung his eyes and he felt the other man pull away as he raised his head to gasp for air.
As soon as Heero convulsed and let out a sort of "guk" noise Duo sat up, pulling away from him just a bit and leaned forward with a look of concern. "Woah, hey, careful," He said in a rush, placing one hand on the other man's shoulder. Heero's eyes had a sheen of tears to them and he had one hand pressed to his mouth, a look of mild panic on his face. Duo noticed the tip of his cock burned ever so slightly and he looked down at it. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but with so much spit it was really hard to tell, still he knew what had happened. "Ok, I'm...I'm gonna go get a wipe and some water," Duo stood up and Heero didn't move or react in any way, just pulled both legs underneath himself and sat on his heels, one hand still over his own mouth. "Hey, don't worry, it's not a big deal," Duo placed a hand on his back and smoothed it down his spine. "It's ok," He said in what he hoped was a comforting tone before leaving the room.
Heero removed his hand from his mouth once the door closed behind Duo. He gave an experimental swallow, feeling the burn of stomach acid in the back of his throat. He could feel his face burning as he thought about what he'd just done. This was not the sort of thing Heero ever imagined doing, it was such a unique mistake to him he couldn't possibly see a decent resolution. Duo would never let him try that again, there was just no way.
The door opened again and Duo walked back into the room carrying their water bottles from earlier. "Here, this should do you some good," He said in his typical upbeat manner, handing Heero one of them before sitting down next to him and taking a swig of his own.
"I'm so sorry," Heero whispered, looking down at the bed in front of him, holding the bottle in both hands. His face was flush and Duo had to hold back a laugh.
"It's honestly not a big deal, Heero," He said, adopting a patient tone similar to the one Heero had used on him previously. "Hey, look at me," Duo reached out and put a curled index finger underneath Heero's chin, gently pressing upwards. Heero lifted his head to look at the other man, his eyes no longer had the mild sheen to them but he looked so embarrassed it was hard for Duo to keep a straight face. "It's fine, you didn't do anything wrong," He insisted in the same gentle tone.
"I...puked on you," Heero's voice had a note of disbelief in it as he searched Duo's expression for anything other than kindness. Surely there was something blatantly wrong with what had occurred. There had to be consequences.
Duo just shrugged nonchalantly and gave him a small grin. "Yeah, but it happens, I mean, deep throating is hard, I'm surprised you went for it,"
"You did it,"
"Yeah well," Duo removed his hand from under Heero's chin and sat back. Heero couldn't help but notice the other man had gone completely soft. Of course. "It takes practice, you're making your body do something it thinks is dangerous, so you're kinda fighting your own physiological response - and I know you're good at that," Duo added quickly, thinking back to when he first watched the perfect soldier reset his own bones. "You can do it, you just gotta relax, you can't just plow forward the way you did, which I get, I did it the first time too," He chuckled a bit at the memory.
Heero listened mindfully, arching an eyebrow when Duo referenced his own history. "Oh?"
"Yeah, it was…" Duo looked off to the side, clearly reminiscing and his smile faltered, his eyes grew dark and the humor disappeared from his expression. "It was a long time ago," He finished in a murmur before taking another drink of water.
Heero looked at him for a moment longer, brow slightly furrowed, but he decided it was best not to press the matter and instead took a long drink from his bottle of water as well. "I'll relax next time," He said quietly.
"Yeah," Duo looked back at Heero, the smirk returning to his lips. "I know you will," He looked tired, not angry the way Heero anticipated, just tired.
They sat like that for a while, Heero at the foot of the bed and Duo at the head, occasionally siping at their water. A new strain of silence settled between them, one that Heero felt was almost unbearable, sensed he was solely responsible for it and had no idea how to get rid of it. It struck him that this may have been what Duo felt when he's said he had no idea where he stood with Heero and the thought twisted in his gut.