Moments of Haven Part 121
Paying Up
Duo opened their refrigerator with great ceremony and placed the bottle on a shelf in the door with their other drinks. Then he took a step back, studied its placement critically, and moved it to a place of honor on the top shelf, front and center, label facing outward. "Tada!"
Heero made an amused sound. "It's going to get moved the moment we actually need to get something out of the fridge."
"But until then, it's the star of the refrigerator show!" His grin was wide and triumphant. Lifting the bottle had been simplicity itself, but real success was in seizing the opportunities as they presented themselves.
"You don't have to be so smug, dear," Heero responded, patting him on the cheek.
Duo darted in for a quick kiss on the palm of his hand. "But I like it when I'm smug."
"I'm sure you do, dear." He shook his head and walked out of the kitchen.
"I'm telling ya, teanut," Duo called after him. "You gotta work on that whole pet names thing."
"Whatever, dear."
Duo went to the door of the kitchen to shake his fist toward the stairs. "One of these days, Yuy..."
Heero paused on the stairs and gave him a faintly challenging look. "What?"
"Uh... One of these days... I'll... I'll have my wicked way with you! And you'll like it!"
He made another audibly wry noise and continued his climb up the stairs. "And?"
"Um." Okay, Duo couldn't really argue that logic. He puttered around a little, shutting off the kitchen light, using the downstairs bathroom, trying to find a downside to his 'threat', but to no avail. With a philosophical shrug to himself, he headed on upstairs after Heero to regain some ground, and found Heero coming down the hall from the bathroom to their bedroom. Duo followed him inside. "I'll like it, too."
Heero snorted. "Glad to hear it."
He watched as Heero took off his wristwatch and emptied his pockets. "Man, it's been an interesting day, hasn't it?"
"Aa."
He sidled up behind Heero and hugged him. "Tired?"
There was a pause before the quiet answer came. "You know I don't really like 'hanging out' with people."
"Yeah. But I also know you're better at it than you think." He stood there for a comfortably long while, head resting on Heero's shoulder, letting Heero recharge a bit. "Think Caulfield would shit his pants if he knew how close he was?"
He felt Heero's nearly inaudible laugh more than he heard it. "It was only you he thought looked familiar."
"If he thought that I was a scary Gundam pilot, you really think you'd still just be an average joe? Right."
"'Average joe'? What, you only love me for my Gundam?"
"Don't be ridiculous." He kissed Heero's cheek. "'Scythe was so many lightyears cooler than Wing. There's really no point in comparing."
Heero caught himself before he automatically protested and shook his head instead. "Weren't we done with competing for the day?"
Duo grinned impishly and slipped around to his front. "Only in public."
Heero looked contemplatively into his eyes for a few seconds before smiling slightly. "Do you think we're competitive?"
"I'm probably more competitive than you are," he conceded. "Um, not that I'm trying to be competitive by asserting that or something. I don't think there's anything wrong with a little friendly competition. Not like we're crazy enough to backstab or sabotage each other or something. Or have you been sabotaging me behind my back?"
"If I'd been sabotaging your efforts today, I'd have won."
"Ha, says you. Um, not that I'm being competitive by saying that or anything. That is, what I said wasn't any more competitive than what you just said."
Heero chuckled. "Let's just forget I asked, okay?"
Yeah, obviously this non-competition thing was harder than it sounded. "Remember how Quatre said something like, I can never tell if they're friends or about to kill each other? Think this has something to do with it?"
"I don't profess to understand how Quatre's mind works."
"Yeah, me neither. I mean, he also said... Never mind. All kinds of weird stuff." He liked hanging out with his friends, but boy was he glad that little vacation was over. "Man, I still wanna know what he said to Trowa that one night."
"Next time, you can be the one to get him drunk enough to tell you," Heero offered dryly. "I'd watch out, though. Quatre gets competitive when he's drunk."
"Well, if I'd have to let him win in order to get him to talk..." He sighed dramatically. "I suppose I could do that. Against the grain and all, but hey, for the greater good and whatever. You totally let him win. I can't let you be less competitive than me."
"I hardly had a choice."
"Yeah, you did get all cute and impaired when you were drunk."
All of those adjectives were open to dispute, but Heero chose to let them go. "I mean it's not like Quatre gives you a choice. If he wants to win, he'll win."
"Ah, geez, now you're making me feel all competitive-like about challenging him." Maybe not to chess, but there were surely other things that could be contested. Preferrably something a little less geeky.
"You want him to win, remember? It'll loosen his lips."
Bah, details. "If I got all drunk for this good cause, would you help me get cleaned up and tuck me into bed? I did for you."
"You weren't all that sympathetic, as I recall."
"Well, you just caught me off-guard, is all. I wasn't expecting... that." And even if he had been prepared to walk in on them playing chess with shot glasses, he didn't think he'd have been prepared for the reality of a tipsy Heero. "I did too take care of you, anyway."
"Yes, you did," Heero allowed. "And when you get all cute and impaired, I'll take care of you, too."
He smirked. "Bet I'd take care of you better."
"Not if you were drunk, too."
"Ooh, we gotta do this drunk thing sometime soon, 'cuz now you've just made it about bragging rights."
It only took a moment for Heero to review the past few seconds of conversation. "No, you were the one that just escalated."
"Why do you always get caught up in the details? Speaking of details," he transitioned breezily. He released Heero so he could sprawl comfortably on the ground a few feet away. "I believe you owe me. Time to pay up, Yuy."
Heero quirked an eyebrow at him, but knew very well where the chips had fallen. He heaved a sigh on principle alone and got down on his knees to take his position next to his partner.
Duo stopped him with a wagging finger. "Nuh-uh. Without your shirt, as I recall."
Heero leveled another look at him before peeling his shirt off and tossing it on the bed. Duo leered happily and started a catcall, but was cut off abruptly as Heero resumed his position again, this time right on top of Duo and giving him little choice but to go horizontal. He looked Duo steadily in the eye as he lowered himself, getting as close as he could get without any part of them touching before pushing back up again. "One."
"One," Duo echoed a bit breathlessly.
The second push-up saw them practically nose to nose. "Two."
"Two," Duo agreed, somewhat dazed.
The third brought them back in equally close proximity, but this time Duo didn't hold himself back from tilting his head up just enough for a kiss. Heero permitted the contact, but was pushing up almost as soon as their lips touched. "Three."
On four, Duo pulled Heero down to him, rolled him over, and kissed the living daylights out of him. Heero wasn't one to complain, per se, but he was supposed to be the one on top in this case, and therefore took the effort to regain his position. He did get back on his elbows and knees, but Duo's grip on him prevented him from fully extending. He laughed a little while Duo was busy with the line of his jaw. "I'll never get them all finished at this rate."
"Pity," Duo murmured against his skin. His hands roamed the landscape of Heero's back as his mouth returned to Heero's. "Should have..." Kiss. "...thought..." Another kiss. "...of that..." Yet one more. "...nnmmnnnhh... sooner."
Well, if he couldn't finish his push-ups, perhaps he could take advantage of his superior position to finish some other business. He unbuttoned Duo's shirt with one hand, lips trailing lazily after his fingers. "Do you take payment in sexual favors?"
"Do I ever," Duo breathed. His hand buried itself in Heero's thick hair, promising to relay Heero's positional data to him, freeing him to close his already half-lidded eyes all the way and let Heero do all the work.
Heero's fingers didn't stop at the bottom of his shirt. They moved on to unbutton his khaki pants, and then didn't stop there either. The clever little digits slipped inside his opened fly, inside the opening of his boxers and played with what they found there.
"Do I ever," Duo repeated with a satisfied sigh, when he had enough air in his lungs for a satisfied sigh.
Heero licked his nipple almost playfully before swirling a careful circle around it with his tongue. Apparently pleased by this endeavour, he lifted his head briefly for a quick assessment, and decided to coax Duo onto the bed.
Being quite pliable at the moment, Duo resisted only because he couldn't comprehend moving from his current state, but eventually he got the message Heero's non-fondling hand was trying to convey to him. It was helped along by the fact that Heero was getting up and Duo had no intention of letting go of Heero's mouth now that it had come back. He took the opportunity uprightedness provided him to shrug hastily out of his shirt, stumbling a little as Heero helped simultaneously rid him of his pants. He had only to swing a quarter turn to get onto the bed, but it seemed like even that slight rotation was enough to send his rattled senses topsy-turvy.
After the back of his legs hit the bed, he sat, or perhaps collapsed, back onto it, ready to pull Heero on after, but Heero stopped him from scooting backward with an arm around his waist, and more notably, with his other hand where it had stayed this entire transition period, still quite firmly around parts Duo had no intention of leaving behind.
As Heero kissed his way back down the path his fingers had initially traced, Duo leaned back on one elbow and absently noticed that Heero had moved his operations out of the boxers and into the open air through that remarkably convenient slit in his underwear and yep, whoever had designed those things had to have been a guy to have known how much it would simplify life and dear sweet god Heero's mouth really was following his fingers all the way down in a completely unexpected manner.
The first coherent thought to make it through the haze was, 'if he does that blowing thing again, I'm going to fucking hurt him.' But no, it seemed Heero had learned from the last time. He picked up where he had left off last time, with a hot, wet swirl of his tongue around the crown, and followed it up with some recon along the shaft before finally closing his mouth around the prize.
Duo watched him do it, and he sure felt him do it, but his hand still had to creep south to tentatively touch Heero's head, almost as if it needed to confirm that Heero was really down there. Once that had been established, and indeed reinforced by more effort on Heero's part, he let out a soft moan -- only to let Heero know his efforts were being appreciated, he told himself. Because yeah, he was totally the one ordering his legs to wrap around Heero and pull him closer, and his other hand was just fisting the sheets for stability. Because this was just Heero's first, well sort of second, go at it, and it wasn't like he was some kind of expert at it or anything. Ah fuck, was he being competitive again? Because Heero may have been clearly just experimenting, but that was Heero effing Yuy's mouth on his dick and that was just all kinds of hotness right there. Oh, screw it. When Duo did it, he'd do it better, but for now, that didn't mean Heero couldn't be reducing him to a puddle of goo.
Judging from the sound Duo made, Heero concluded that he wasn't doing anything wrong. Maybe he wasn't doing anything right quite yet, but at least he was doing nothing wrong, which was an improvement upon his previous attempt. Getting to this point was always the easy part, but there really was a lot more to the follow-through than met the eye. There were so many things to keep track of, and so many responses to catalogue. Duo tended to squirm when he moved his tongue in a particular way, and press up when he sucked just so, and gasp when he touched his fingers right there, and now to figure out how to put it all together into one artfully choreographed whole. He hmmm'd thoughtfully to himself, and added Duo's pleased reaction to that to his compendium.
Duo's heels started digging into his back in a new way, and he felt tense, but not in the way he usually felt when he was about to climax, though admittedly, Heero had never tracked Duo's physical signs from this far south. He glanced up to pinpoint the reaction, and saw Duo looking back at him, a little wild around the eyes. With his mouth otherwise full, he hummed an inquiry, momentarily forgetting that Duo reacted to such things. Deciding now was not the appropriate time for pleased little shivers, he carefully disengaged and tried again. "Duo?"
Getting sucked off by Heero Yuy or not, Duo had another pleased little shiver go up his spine at the sight of Heero looking up at him like that, with a swollen cock (his swollen cock!) right next to his face like it was the most normal thing in the world. He had an irreverent thought about poking someone's eye out and spasmed in suppressed laughter that hurt his sides, but Heero's concerned look sobered him quickly enough. He sighed and brushed some hair out of Heero's eyes in apology. "Sorry. Just... remembered all of a sudden how much I hate sexual favors."
Heero blinked at him, blinked at the object of his recent attentions, which he still had in hand, and added it all up. He squeezed Duo softly before shifting to his feet so he could lean down and kiss Duo.
Duo had another irreverent moment of wondering how clean that was. Who knew where that dick Heero had just been sucking had been? Oh wait, he knew perfectly well where it had been, and if it was good enough for Heero Yuy, then it was good enough for him. He shushed the mental peanut gallery of his nerves and gave himself up to the kiss, rewrapping his legs around Heero to keep him close. His still-proud, still-poking-out-of-his-boxers erection happily rubbed up against Heero's legs, sending vivid images up to his brain of what else Heero could be doing while between his legs, if only those pants weren't in the way. He spasmed in a much better way this time and pulled Heero closer still, but the throbbing heat in his groin started whining to him that he could have gotten off by now if only he hadn't backed off earlier. Acknowledging that it had a point, Duo backed off again with a gasp and a sigh, this time for a little clarification.
He chuckled in a self-conscious, self-deprecating way. "Bad timing, huh?"
Heero pressed a kiss low on his neck. "Better before than after."
With the reluctant loosening of his legs, Duo managed to tug the both of them further onto the bed. His cock complained some more during this process, but he shushed it impatiently. He'd messed up the moment, and too bad but it was going to have to pay the price for that.
Stretched out along his side, Heero kissed his shoulder. "You know I didn't think of it that way."
"I know." Christ, he had a tough enough time trying to figure out the mess inside his head without Heero's hand toying with his balls. How was he ever supposed to stop being so damn hard like that? "My brain just... makes crazy leaps... when it's... fucking hell, Heero, I can't finish a complete sentence with you touching me like that."
His hand stilled, but didn't vacate the premises. "Sorry. Crazy leaps?"
"Um. Oh. Crazy leaps. Yeah. You know." He waggled his fingers in the direction of his brain. "So, no, uh, 'problems'. Just... derailed me for a sec."
"You... didn't go there, right?" The hesitance wasn't a sign of doubt so much as a caution about choosing his words.
"Damn straight. You know I never went there. Well, not that you could tell." He flashed Heero a weak smile. "I really should just let you finish one of these days, shouldn't I?"
"It's okay. Not like I really knew what I was doing anyway. I'm not sure I would have been able to finish. Give me some more research opportunities, and I'll figure it out."
It seemed Heero's hand had forgotten its owner had asked it to stay still for a while, or perhaps that while was just up. Hell, if Heero's blow jobs ever got even half as good as his hand jobs, and even a quarter as good as his mouth everywhere else, Duo would be one very happy camper. He shifted his legs a bit and concentrated on smooth, even breathing. "Stop overthinking it, Yuy. My dick's not all that picky, yanno. All it wants is for it to be hot, wet, and you."
Heero blinked at him for a couple of seconds before one corner of his mouth crept up in a half-smile. "Really."
"Really. Uhnng, really, Heero," he gasped lightly, touching the wrist of Heero's playful hand in a very half-hearted attempt to get him to stop. "I was trying to get not-hard, yanno?"
The other side of Heero's mouth rose as well. "There's more than one way to lose an erection." His voice fell to an intimate murmur. "One way's better than all the rest of them."
Duo's spirit wavered. "Fucking hell, Yuy, when did you get all horny?"
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he shrugged. "I'll pay off the rest of my push-ups tomorrow," he said, and bent to engage Duo's mouth in a distracting kiss.
Duo rolled on top of him when he got the chance. "Come on, Heero," he panted. "You didn't point out the obvious."
"Oh?"
"Yeah." Okay, so it was so obvious, he'd only just realized it, but details at a time like this were completely unnecessary. He reached for the buttons of Heero's equally unnecessary pants. "It's not a favor when it's reciprocated."
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