Wednesday, June 15, 2005

   Alright! Alright!

Time of Post: 10:13 PM(MT) I'll post it! But first, I have some wonderfull news! Anyone remember that Naota painting I did awhile back? Yeah, well we finally got the roll of film the pictures of it were on developed. I also found some very scary pictures of me before I dyed my hair. Weird. Also I didn't have my glasses on when they were taken, which makes me look even weirder. Anyway, I posted the best pic of my painting. There's still a glare, but what can you do? Okies! Here's my fanfic! *advance warning: this is Yaoi, so if that offends you, don't read it* “Oi! Heero!” Duo called from where he lounged on his bed. “What?” Heero’s voice was flat as he sat at his desk, typing quietly at his laptop. “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” “No, really, whatcha doin’?” Heero flicked a glance at him. “I said nothing.” Duo grimaced; no matter what he tried, or how many times he asked, he could never figure out what on Earth Heero did with that stupid laptop all day. He’d tried standing inconspicuously behind him, but that had only gotten him a nice, sharp elbow in the stomach. And another in the ribs when he’d tried again. He sighed and tucked his arms behind his head, closing one eye and watching Heero out of the other. Duo was certain that Heero had no idea how beautiful and sexy he was, or how much Duo loved him. He was Duo’s anchor to the world. Strong, silent, stoic (Duo took pride in being the only one that could make him laugh), and yet he was kind. As much as he tried to hide it, he really cared for his fellow pilots. But just as friends. Duo thought dejectedly. Doesn’t mean I can’t look. A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth as he ran his eyes over Heero’s body. Heero wore only a pair of red and black checkered boxers. Duo took in every muscle, admiring the way his biceps would twitch occasionally as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Duo himself wore a black tank top made from very light cotton and his own plaid boxers. He yawned and stretched exaggeratedly, arching his back, hoping to get Heero’s attention. When he didn’t even glance up, Duo sat up and turned away to pout. He pushed his bangs out of his eyes then ran his hand along the back of his head. Damn. He thought. His braid was getting ratty. He sighed again as he pulled the tie out of his hair and began unraveling his braid carefully. Little did he know that Heero was now watching him. He had been ever since he’d turned away. Duo had finished unraveling his braid and was now shaking his hair out. It fell across his back like a curtain for a moment before he scooped it over his shoulder and began running his fingers through it. Heero imagined him running those long, graceful fingers through his own hair. He immediately shook the thought away. It couldn’t happen. Duo could never feel that way about him. It was fairly obvious by the way that he flirted with the girls that he wasn’t gay. But then again, Heero didn’t consider himself gay either. He’d never been attracted to another man before. Only Duo made him feel the way he did. Only Duo made it hard to sleep at night. Only him. He just loved Duo, plain and simple. He forced himself to look back at his laptop. It was impossible. Duo gave up on trying to finger-comb the rats from his hair and stood up to get his brush out of the bathroom of he and Heero’s shared dorm room. As always, he had to keep himself from touching Heero as he brushed past him. He bit his lip as he went into the bathroom and closed the door; it was getting harder and harder to control himself. Yet another sigh escaped his lips. Sometimes I really do wonder if he knows how sexy he is. He snatched his brush from the counter and began dragging it through his hair. As soon as the tangles were gone, he set the brush down and walked to the door, cracking it just enough to poke his head out. “I’m gonna take a shower, neh, Heero?” Heero’s eyes flicked to him and stayed for a few seconds before returning to his computer. “’Kay.” Duo raised an eyebrow and closed the door again. What was that? He thought as he turned the water on. He slipped out of his clothes and went to stand in front of the mirror, frowning at his slender form. He really hated being skinny. He tried flexing, but the result was even more discouraging. To have muscles like Heero’s . . . He shivered. I better not think about that while I’m naked. Realizing that the water must be warm by now, he pulled back the curtain and stepped under the soothing spray. He closed his eyes and turned his face up, letting the water soak his hair. Eyes still closed, he reached for his shampoo. Smooth plastic met his fingertips, but when he flicked the lid of the bottle open, rather than the orange scent of his own shampoo, the soft, sweet scent of vanilla rose to his nostrils. So that’s what Heero smells like. He thought as he breathed deeply. The few times he’d been close enough to Heero to smell him had been too brief for him to pinpoint what the smell was. All he’d been able to tell was that it had been sweet and warm. He took another deep breath, burning the smell into his memory, then made himself close the bottle and put it down. It was too much. He loved Heero so much it hurt. He wanted him. Wanted his body, wanted his mind. But most of all, he wanted Heero to love him. To want and love him as much as he wanted and loved Heero. He snatched his own shampoo and lathered his hair roughly. In fact, the rest of his shower was rather rough. He even managed to be rough when he conditioned his hair. He scrubbed his skin pink, trying to think of anything but Heero. After awhile, he ran out of skin to scrub. After taking one last turn under the water to make sure he’d rinsed all of the soap, he shut it off. He then ran his hands down his body, sluicing as much of the water from him as he could. Next he squeezed the excess water from his hair. He reached out and grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it loosely around his waist. He then stepped out of the shower and went to stand in front of the mirror again. After wiping the steam away, Duo took a long look at his face. He was very flushed and looked upset, even to his own eyes. Shaking his head, he turned to grab another towel for his hair. But as he turned, his foot caught on his discarded tank top and slipped from underneath him. He went down with a yelp, his head connecting solidly with the sink. There was a sharp crack and then he was on the ground, spots dancing before his eyes. A stream of curses flowed loudly from his lips as he clutched the back of his head and screwed his eyes shut. Suddenly the door slammed open and Heero was there. “Duo! Are you alright?! What happened?!” “Slipped and smacked my damn head.” Duo groaned. Heero knelt next to him and tilted his chin up. “Open your eyes. I need to see if you have a concussion.” Was that concern in his voice? Duo reluctantly opened his eyes and found himself staring into deep pools of gray-blue. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that it was Heero that was so close. So close that Duo could feel his breath against his lips. He quickly pulled away, cursing the fact that he was blushing bright red. “I’m alright!” He said, too quickly. He couldn’t make himself look up. He just couldn’t. But he couldn’t stop himself either. His eyes drifted up very slowly, but when they reached Heero’s eyes, they weren’t focused on his face. Heero quickly looked up, and it was his turn to blush. Duo didn’t even have to look down. A small draft from the air vent told him that somewhere along the line, he’d lost his towel. He made no move to pick it up, though. They both sat in silence for a few moments, neither wanting to move, lest they scare the other off. Finally, Duo reached out and stroked Heero’s cheek. “Thanks for coming to check on me.” His voice was soft, barely audible. Heero’s heart jumped into his throat and his eyes widened. He leaned back and started to stand up. This couldn’t be happening. Could it? Duo was just jerking him around, he had to be. . . there was just no way. . . Just as he was almost to his feet, Duo grabbed his hand. “Wait! I—I’m sorry. I didn’t know. . . I understand if you don’t like me. . .like that. . . ” His voice was harsh and pained. What? Heero thought, confused. Can this really be happening? There were a few moments of silence, then Heero grabbed Duo and kissed him, hard. After a moment’s surprised hesitation, Duo pressed back, his hands scrabbling on Heero’s shoulder blades. He slid his tongue into Heero’s mouth, tasting him, running his tongue over every centimeter he could reach. Heero did the same until they finally parted, both breathing heavily. “Let’s . . . Let’s not do this in here.” Heero gasped, still not quite believing his luck as Duo planted small kisses along his neck. “Well, wherever you plan on going, I hope it’s not too far.” Duo grinned and nibbled Heero’s ear. Heero stood quickly and with a grunt practically carried the other boy back into their room. The whole time Duo was kissing and licking along his neck and shoulders. They fell in an undignified heap on Heero’s bed, which was the closer of the two. Duo hooked his leg around Heero’s waist and yanked him close. Their hips crashed together, drawing a low moan from Duo. Heero pressed his hips harder against Duo’s, and Duo arched his back with a slight groan. Without thinking, he plunged his hand into Heero’s boxers. Heero froze, and his lips parted soundlessly as Duo ran his fingers over the one part of his body that no one else had ever touched before. It was absolute heaven. He drew a long, shaking breath and closed his eyes in pleasure. As soon as his guard was down, Duo rolled them both over until he was on top and he straddled Heero’s waist. Heero put his hands on Duo’s hips as the smaller boy leaned down and kissed him gently. When they both opened their eyes, Duo’s long, slightly wavy hair had fallen around them, forming a wall between them and the world so that it was just the two of them. “I . . . I love . . . I love you.” Heero stammered, his face warming again. Duo’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t believe it! Heero, the ‘Perfect Soldier’, the only person he’d ever loved as more than a friend, the one person he couldn’t have, loved him! He pressed his face against Heero’s chest, rubbing his cheek up and down like a cat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” He murmured, still nuzzling, “I—I love you too.” Duo looked up to kiss him again, but just as their lips were about to meet, there was a loud thump behind them. They turned to find Quatre standing in their doorway. “Oh . . . Oh my!” He faltered, blushing. Duo imagined how they must look; one naked boy straddling another near naked boy. A slight smile rose to his lips. And they hadn’t even done anything yet. A scattered pile of books and papers at Quatre’s feet explained the thump. Clearly he’d been wanting to study with them. Not gonna happen. Without missing a beat, Duo smirked and said, “Care to join us?” “Duo!” Heero yelped. Duo grinned wickedly; he’d never heard Heero yelp before. Quatre’s face turned even redder. “I—I’m sorry!” He squeaked. “I’ll come back later!” The door slammed behind him. Duo laughed richly as he rolled off of Heero and snuggled up to him. “Oh! That was hilarious!” He chuckled, resting his cheek against Heero’s shoulder and running one hand over the muscles in his arm, and the other over his stomach. Heero put an arm (the one that wasn’t being fondled) over his eyes. “I can’t believe you just said that.” Even as he said it, he found himself smiling. That was Duo for you, sarcastic at the most inopportune moments. But then again, that was just another thing that Heero loved about him. Duo shifted so that the arm he was snuggling could wrap around him, and found himself nuzzling the base of Heero’s neck instead. “Ah, they would’ve found out eventually, right?” “I suppose so . . . “ Heero sighed. Duo kissed his way along Heero’s collarbone to his shoulder and back again, then up along his neck to his ears and along his jaw and finally to his lips. The kiss started out soft and gentle, but by the time they parted, Duo had straddled Heero again and they were both panting with desire. Duo leaned in close and breathed into Heero’s ear “Now, where were we?” And that's it! Whatcha think? Toodles! ^_^

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