Duo forced his tongue into Heero's warm wet mouth, sliding it along its silken textures, tempting his teeth. He roughly grabbed the nape of Heero's neck, squeezing tightly. Duo had caught this lithe exquisite creature; he was not going to surrender him easily.
Heero squirmed under the older man's grip, fully reciprocating, artlessly groping his chest. Abruptly, Duo pushed Heero back, causing the shorter man to stumble. He leered at Heero hungrily, marveling at the luster in those blue eyes. Calmly Duo, removed his jacket and his 9mm, setting both on the coffee table. Aloofly he sat upon the couch, patting the empty cushion next to him, beckoning Heero. He tarried regarding Duo with keen intrigue but obeyed, stripping off his jacket, sweat-shirt and t-shirt, baring his taut chest.
Boldly he straddled Duo, lightly squeezing the older man's legs with his inner thighs. Each man's eyes locked into a fierce stare down, revealing their honest lust. Heero hardly knew this man, but since Duo had pulled his crumpled body off of the street's pavement he inexplicably thought about him constantly. Thoughts that gnawed at him, assuming they would never meet again. With his strong hands Duo grabbed Heero's bare waist, firmly holding him still. His gaze slid down his abdomen, snaring on dark bruises blossoming color over his flesh.
"You took quite beating – lucky I saw you." Duo muttered lowly. Heero emitted a humming noise, tracing his fingers over the tresses of Duo's lanky braid, leaning in to nuzzle his neck. Greedily Heero pressed his lips on the tender skin Duo's neck, imposing a kiss before suckling on the soft tissue. Without thinking, Duo leaned back emitting guttural moan, relishing in the unfurling pleasure as he smoothed his thumb over the sharp contour of Heero's hip.
The sudden realization of what the young man was doing spurred Duo to snarl and abruptly swat Heero from his neck.
"Don't-- you are going to bruise me up." Duo vexed, triggering Heero to recoil chagrinned with a frown stretched over his mouth. Duo lifted his brow, eyeing the younger man's dejected expression. Still a boy Duo thought, eager to please and lacking finesse. Duo could not repress a chuckle which only contorted Heero's featured into indignation.
"Aw, c'mon baby." Duo smoothly uttered, a grin plastered over his lips. Mockingly Duo pouted his lips, eyeing the man in his lap, making Heero to glare. Roughly Duo urged Heero to stand. Yet as Heero made motions to walk away with a wounded ego Duo outstretched his hands, and pulled Heero back in his lap so they were no longer facing. He held Heero secure within arms, barring his struggle to get up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Duo whispered next to Heero's ear causing Heero's posture to stiffen. Slowly Heero relaxed, denying his screaming machismo. His ego was hushed as Duo artfully traced his fingers up Heero's arms, and shoulders, leering at the youthful skin on an athletic frame. In his thirty-six years, he never fathomed that he would delight in such a body again. Tightly he grabbed Heero's shoulders and steadily began to massage the flesh, feeling Heero's muscle go lax under his kneading fingers. Duo placed calculated kisses on the nape of Heero's neck, nipping at the skin gently. The younger man writhed under Duo's hands and mouth, mustering an airy groan.
One hand clutching Heero's shoulder, his other hand smeared down Heero's abdomen, hitching his thumb on his jeans, tugging on the denim. Heero hissed out a breath as Duo's lips placed slow moist kisses on his shoulder's blades. A smirk curled the edges of Duo's lips as he quickly grabbed Heero's swollen crotch, stroking the contours trapped by the thick cotton.
"Stop –I." Heero blurted out. Duo pursed his lips in thought, a boy indeed, but a boy captivated with him. The sentiment was mutual. Duo released his groin and gently kissed his cheek. Awkwardly with Heero in his lap, he kicked off his shoes and then urged their bodies to lie on the couch, Duo spooning him protectively.
He felt guilty, delighting in such pleasure, knowing the country and his city still cried. But Duo could not forsake the simple comfort he felt hugging on this beautiful boy. They laid there in silence, afraid that the moment would escape them if they spoke or moved.
How much time that had lapsed before he heard Duo's soft snores, Heero was not certain. But he was restless, his libido still afire. Still and quiet he remained posed, waiting until he felt confident Duo was soundly asleep. Delicately he removed his frame from under Duo's arm and off the span of the couch then promptly headed to the bathroom to masturbate.
Emerging from the bathroom only clad in his boxer-briefs, with the same caution Heero returned his body to the older man's side only causing Duo to shift and emit an airy sigh.
He awoke in the morning light, perplexed to find Heero in his underwear. Jolting the haze from his mind still clouded by sleep, he racked his memories to recall why Heero would be nearly naked, coming up with no explanation. Duo shook his head, he needed to leave. He hadn't meant to fall asleep there, he hadn't meant to go after Heero, or be charmed by him. Surely Trowa would give him hell when he returned. Grabbing Heero's waist, he shook him lightly.
"Hey- I need to get going." Duo spoke lowly, rousing Heero slowly. Heero blinked his eyes several times as he awoke.
"Oh, okay," Heero muttered; sleep still heavy in his tone. Sluggishly he sat up and stood, stretching his arms in a large gesture. Duo leered with a smile, witnessing the young muscles flex. He stood behind Heero, and hugged him loosely.
"I-" He faltered, suddenly the situation became awkward. He did not want to promise the younger man anything he couldn't fulfill. His smile became sullen as he embraced Heero tighter, "I hope to see you again."
Duo sat on the edge of the coffee table and quickly pulled on his boots. Heero sauntered to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee, eyeing Duo throw on his jacket and tuck his 9mm into his the waist of his jeans. After dressing Duo followed and boyishly rapped his knuckles on the countertop before Heero when he did not know how to say good-bye, giving him a sidelong glance. Rashly he pulled Heero into his arms and kissed him full on the lips. Half-heartedly Heero reciprocated, but took a step back, staring up at Duo. Heero could not place his feelings, but the night only left more to be desired and no promise of it being fulfilled.
"Take care. You have my number—and know where I live." Heero stated soberly. Duo grinned, and ruffled the top of Heero's head. Cheerily he gave Heero a nod and causal salute then made his exit.
Heero crossed his arms over his bare chest. He could not shake the feeling that he had only embarrassed himself and that he would never see that man again. As the robust smell of coffee wafted through the apartment, Heero eyed his computer; glad he at least got some intriguing shots. A frown pulled at his mouth; the thought that Duo had only sought him out for coverage of non-citizens perturbed him, perhaps making Duo go so far to patronize his desires.
Been forever, but this story is not dead yet! Trowa angst to follow. Mwah.