Wufei hadn't been a virgin
before he'd started in with Maxwell and Yuy. It had been a close
thing, true, and most of the things they'd done since were venturing
into uncharted territory but still, he hadn't been a virgin.
So it still somewhat of a surprise to him how much of a slut he was
becoming.
Oh, Maxwell would argue that he was still a fairly innocent pretty
boy and in comparison it was probably true but it didn't really
matter it you got hit with a bucket of water or an entire pool; at
the end of it all, you were still wet. And all he wanted at the end
of this very long day was to kiss Duo until the other boy's mouth
was red and bruised, and whisper into it things that he wanted to
do, things that would have made him blush not all that long ago.
He brushed impatiently past a group of people who were more
interested in talking than making their way down the hallway,
brushing aside a strand of hair that slipped forward and tickled his
nose. Never again was he going to leave his hair loose before he
went out for the day, even if he had to hide all his hair bands so
that Duo would stop stealing them.
He was already hard when he began keying in the password to their
room and he was mentally undressing himself as he stepped inside
when something flew across the room into his arms, wrapping slim
arms around his neck and pulling him in for a decidedly wet kiss.
Something? No someone with long hair and a tongue that was as wicked
as the hands that were trying to get under his shirt.
Who knew that dreams really could come true?
Belatedly realizing the door was still open and that any other
people in the hall could be selling tickets by now, Wufei tried to
step further into the room, at least far enough to close the door.
Only to lose his grasp on the warm body in his arms when Duo pulled
away and he was startled enough to let go.
"What...?" Wufei began, faltering when he got an actual look at Duo.
The material of his shirt couldn't seem to choose if it was silver
or blue, made of something cheap and shiny that clung to him like a
jealous lover. And those pants...
"Do you like?" Duo asked, batting his eyes and grinning.
"Yes," Wufei managed, stupefied into plain honesty in the face of
leather pants. He was already reaching out, fingers longing to touch
when Duo turned towards the door.
"I'm off then!" he called, and Wufei blinked, suddenly noticing
Heero using the computer on the other side of the room. He lowered
his voice conspiratorially, "Don't worry, I know my way around the
block."
"Duo, you've been around the block so many times you've worn a path
in it," Heero remarked dryly.
Unoffended, Duo blew him a kiss before planting another real,
too-quick one on Wufei's mouth, tweaking a long strand of his hair
that had fallen forward again. "Don't wait up!"
Before Wufei could bluster out a protest, the door closed behind him
and he was alone.
Well, not alone. "Where is he going?"
Heero didn't look up from his typing. "I didn't ask."
"Oh."
A little lost and more than a little horny, Wufei toed off his shoes
and lined them up neatly in front of the door. The room was eerily
quiet, aside from the tapping keys, and he debated on turning on the
television. Except he didn't really care for movies unless Duo was
there to dissect them while he and Heero threw popcorn at him and
Heero was busy working so the noise might disturb him.
Instead, he sat down on the sofa and picked up a book that was
sitting on the end table, thumbing through it with little hope of a
distraction. The thought came to him to at least unfasten his pants
until he calmed a little and he decided against it before he
realized he wouldn't have hesitated if Duo had been there. He was a
little uncomfortable; he'd never really been alone with Heero like
this. Duo was always there in the evenings and with him around
things like awkward silences were mythical beasts.
Read, he told himself sternly. Duo and his pants would be back
eventually and then he could make plans to get inside them. Tucking
long strands of hair behind his ears, he got as comfortable as he
could, all things considered, and squinted at the first page. He'd
managed to absorb most of a paragraph when Heero spoke, startling
him.
"You're very quiet," Heero said, almost absently. He seemed to
consider something on the screen and then a flurry of typing
announced some decision made. Curiosity over what he could be doing
pricked at Wufei but he resisted the urge to ask. Unlike some people
who happened to be named Maxwell, he understood the meaning of 'Need
to Know Basis.'
"You're busy. I didn't want to bother you," Wufei replied honestly.
To his surprise, Heero stopped typing, turning slightly to look over
his shoulder at Wufei.
"You wouldn't be bothering me," he said. He waited until Wufei gave
him a somewhat wary nod before he resumed typing. "How did the trade
negotiations go today?"
Hesitantly, Wufei told him, wondering why Heero was even asking.
Everything he was saying was available in the daily reports. From
the intent way he was working, Wufei would have guessed that Heero
wasn't even listening to him, but the fact that he asked the
occasional question belied that.
A few hours drifted past without him ever turning a page and Heero
finally stretched, glancing at the clock. "Duo will be back soon."
Wufei frowned, recalling what Duo had said when he left. "How do you
know that?"
"He's never gone for more than a few hours."
"So you do know where he went."
A glance. "No."
Exasperated, Wufei snapped, "Then why didn't you ask him?"
Silence. And as the silence stretched out Wufei began to sincerely
wish he'd simply kept his mouth shut instead of losing the warm
familiarity that had been rising between them. What did it really
matter where Duo had gone? Heero was still quiet and Wufei was
sudden afraid he'd actually hurt his feelings. Cool as Heero often
seemed, it wasn't completely absurd to think he actually cared if
Wufei spent time with him outside of the bedroom. Was it?
"Come here?" Heero asked, finally. It was a question, not an order,
and warily, Wufei went. He stood awkwardly next to Heero while he
saved whatever he was working on before looking up at him, his eyes
deeply blue and intent.
His hands settled on Wufei's hips, holding him lightly. "Because it
scares him."
"What?" Wufei frowned, trying to understand.
"If you ask. It scares him," Heero repeated. He hooked his fingers
though the belt loops of Wufei's pants as if to keep him from
stepping away. "Duo doesn't like to answer to anyone." Heero
hesitated, looking down for the briefest of moments before raising
his eyes again to Wufei. "He hasn't really spoken to me about his
past, but I believe he had enough occasions where he had no control
at all that now he just can't stand giving anyone that kind of hold
over him."
"So you don't ask," Wufei said, slowly.
"We don't ask," Heero agreed. "And we trust him to come home."
But what if he doesn't, a tiny part of Wufei wanted to cry, a part
that didn't trust anyone, hadn't for a long, long time. But he had
to trust or he'd find himself holding no one at all. What great
choices he had.
A gentle finger touched his lips, startling him out of his thoughts.
"You wanted him tonight." It wasn't a question but Wufei nodded
anyway, heat rising in his cheeks. Heero's lips curved in a faint
smile. "So did I. But I want you, too."
Strong arms wrapped around him, Heero buried his face into Wufei's
belly, his breath warm through the thin shirt. It made him exhale
shakily, his fingers tentative in the softness of Heero's hair. "I
want you, too," he admitted, nearly shamed by the admission for no
good reason he could think of. He closed his eyes and let Heero walk
him back to the sofa until the other boy was heavy above him, his
mouth slick and warm against Wufei's neck.
Why hadn't he and Heero ever done this, Wufei wondered dimly. Out of
the dozens of times they'd had sex, he couldn't recall a single time
it had been just the two of them, without Duo somehow in the
background. Their hands tangled together as the two of them tried to
rid Wufei of his shirt, Heero's fingers were shorter and thicker
than Duo's, incredibly gentle for all the strength in them. The
sudden edge of his teeth against Wufei's nipple dragged a stuttering
gasp from him, the bright pain soothed instantly by a rough tongue
only to shine again as Heero bit the other one.
Heero did like to bite, somehow he'd forgotten that, and he squirmed
against Heero's weight and loved it, chewing on his own knuckles to
muffle the whimpers that were trying to escape from him.
His pants were tugged open so that Heero could press a hot mouth
against the curve of his hip, his tongue licking a cruel little
pattern while Wufei sighed and looked at the ceiling through his
eyelashes. Heero was just lucky he was so flexible, that he could
lift a leg to rest on his shoulder as Heero slid back up and
finally, finally kissed him, and he tasted like black coffee and
smelled like overheated plastic.
"Duo is right, you know," whispered softly into his mouth, and even
if he wasn't here, he still was, a little, his hands had tucked the
lubricant that Heero had found beneath the sofa and there were
quick, slippery fingers pushing inside him, making Wufei squirm hard
enough to fall off the sofa if Heero hadn't been above him, eyes
feverish and dark as he forced another finger inside.
"Oh...good," Wufei moaned and he didn't care if Duo was even on the
planet as long as Heero kept twisting his finger just like that. He
swore aloud when he pulled it out and crowded in closer between
Wufei's legs, his pants down around his knees.
Heero's breath was moist against his temple, his voice a faint
vibration. "You really are pretty."
"Fuck you," he tried to say, almost said it when Heero thrust in,
suddenly hard and didn't stop, just pulled out and shoved in again,
hard enough that Wufei bit his tongue on other words that tried to
tumble out, like please and fuck and bastard, don't you dare stop.
Heero's fingers were still slippery, sliding wetly behind his knee
until he got the other leg over his shoulder and Wufei was folded
practically in half, spitted on Heero's cock and for just a moment
it was almost too much, almost more than he could take just now.
"Oh," the smallest, softest sound, it made Wufei wrench open his
eyes and Heero was above him, biting his lip as he rocked slowly,
deeply inside. So utterly vulnerable, letting himself be vulnerable
and the sweat shining on his cheeks, the white line of his teeth
digging into his lip was the one of the loveliest things Wufei had
ever seen. He tried to watch it for a long time, wanted to imprint
it somewhere inside him to take out and remember later, until he
couldn't bear it anymore, closed his own eyes and came into a warm,
callused hand that knew just how to touch him.
Duo stank of cigarette smoke and beer that was cheaper than his
shirt, so strongly that it could be smelled from several feet away.
Luckily, he wasn't so cruel as not to notice and he started stripped
as soon as the door was shut. "You know, you guys just don't do
innocent well. I'm serious, you couldn't look guiltier if I had
caught you fucking in the middle of the kitchen table."
“You have,” Heero remarked, his eyes on the screen of his laptop.
His bare feet were resting in Wufei's lap and the other boy stroked
his ankles with one absent hand while the other turned pages on his
book.
“True.” Duo kissed them both, a press of lips and a swipe of the
tongue for each before he bounced off to the shower, leaving a trail
of clothing like breadcrumbs behind him. If Heero noticed Wufei's
hand drifting further up his leg, slowly creeping beneath his pajama
bottoms, he didn't say anything. But he might have smiled.
Just a little.
-finis-
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