Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation
Pairings: 2x2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Beta-read by Sharon.
A Twist of Lime
The bar was busy most nights but Duo didn't mind. After all, the busier it was, the quicker time passed, not to mention that there were more people to talk to.
This night though, Duo had more than just someone to talk to. There was someone to look at.
When he came in and sat down at the bar, Duo remembered seeing him two weeks ago in the company of a man whose bangs hung over his face. They had been sitting together, and Duo only worked behind the bar, but it didn't mean he hadn't been watching the two handsome men.
But this time, the one with the dark, messy hair came and sat down at the bar. Duo swallowed, wondering if his hair was uncontrollable, or just styled in that way. His bet was on the former; he'd known a thing or two about hair with its own mind. After all, his own hair went down to his ass and that was when it was braided, too.
"What can I get you?" he asked, setting aside a glass he'd just wiped.
"Corona, please," a low voice answered. Duo tossed the microfiber towel down and retrieved the beer, taking off the top in a neat, practiced gesture. He slid a slice of lime in before handing it to his customer.
The most brilliant blue eyes locked onto his through the rectangular frames of his glasses and Duo's smile froze in place.
"Thank you," the man said.
"No problem," Duo replied as smoothly as he could. "So, come around here much?"
"Once or twice."
"My name is Duo," Duo said. "Welcome to The Hairy Monk. What's your name? Or the name of the hot guy you were with last time, the one with hair in his face?"
"My name is Heero," Heero said, an eyebrow raised. "And you might want to keep your hands off of Trowa. He's taken."
"Too bad," Duo murmured even though he wasn't remotely interested in the other man. "New in town?"
"Kind of. Moved across town."
"Ah." Duo nodded. "Beer is on me. Welcome to this side of town and all that."
"You don't have to."
"It'll be my pleasure."
And it was a damn pleasure at that; Duo watched when Heero wrapped his lips around the lip of the bottle and took a drink, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. There was a soft sigh as Heero set the bottle down.
Before he knew it, his cock was swollen and he was imagining what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around his length. Duo stepped a little closer to the bar so that the counter he worked on, conveniently at hip level, would hide his not-so-little problem. It'd been a while since he'd gotten any more than Mr. Right Hand and the hot guy with glasses in front of him looked like a wet dream even if all he was doing was drinking a damn bottle of beer.
He leaned against the counter and winced at the hard surface. His fingers found the microfiber towel he'd tossed down, and he slid it a little lower between his crotch and the ledge.
"Cold enough?" he asked, nodding towards the beer.
"Perfect," Heero answered. "Have you been around here long?"
"A while." Duo shrugged. "Took a bartending course and got a job here. Liked the atmosphere, so I stayed. Of course, most people like to order simpler drinks. Sometimes it feels like my bartending course went to waste. We definitely didn't go there to learn how to open beer bottles and nothing else."
"I see."
God, even his voice was the perfect, husky bedroom voice that Duo liked. He wouldn't mind hearing it day and night, whispered in his ear, or against his skin, or around his cock. He shifted, pressing his hardness against the bunched up cloth, a little surprised at how good that felt.
"How about you?" he asked. "What do you do?"
"I'm a computer programmer."
Duo whistled, raising an eyebrow. "A geek."
"Very much so," Heero chuckled.
He could imagine Heero then, talking technicalities about back doors and Trojans, stripped down to nothing but his glasses. Moving almost unconsciously against the towel, the friction warming him, Duo watched as Heero nudged his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.
Someone came up to the bar then and asked for a beer. Luckily, everything he needed was close enough that Duo hardly had to move from his place, although the way he did move was really just to hide the way he was rubbing up against that soft towel.
He swallowed as Heero's index finger traced up the bottle, catching a drop of condensation before circling the rim. Immediately, he could imagine Heero looking up at him, fingers that were usually deft at a keyboard suddenly slowing down for an exploration of his cock, tracing his length and caressing the head, catching the drop of precum there.
His hips were rubbing up against the towel, and when Duo caught Heero looking at him, he reached for one of the little plates of snacks and offered it to the man. "Snack?"
"Thanks," Heero said, picking up a peanut and popping it into his mouth.
"They aren't stale are they?"
"Not at all."
"Because, you know, sometimes they just end up that way." Was he blabbering?
"I wouldn't think so. This place seems pretty busy."
"You never...know." Duo watched as Heero sucked the tip of his finger into his mouth, licking away the traces of salt before doing the same to his thumb.
In his mind, he could almost see a drop of pearly white liquid on the finger, being licked up by that tongue.
"What was that?" he asked, realizing that he hadn't heard Heero.
"You like to dance?" Heero repeated with a smirk.
"Why do you ask?"
"You're moving in time to the music."
Duo hadn't even been listening to the music; in his fantasy, Heero had just licked the drop of precum from his finger and smirked at him.
"Yeah," he stammered, surprised that it sounded almost like a moan. "I'm...fairly active."
"I can tell. You look fairly fit."
Was Heero checking him out?
"You too. Work out much?" he asked, noticing then the shoulders and chest, a slim figure that was probably packed with muscles, judging by the flexing of Heero's forearm when he moved.
"A little," Heero said. "Too bad this place doesn't have a dance floor. I think you'd look pretty good out there."
"With you, maybe," Duo said with a groan. If Heero was flirting, he could do it back, right? Damn it, now he was imagining that the towel was actually Heero and he was grinding against the other man as they moved to the music. "The tables are pushed aside to open a floor of sorts when the customers demand it. Didn't happen tonight."
"I think if you danced out there it'd be a demand every night," Heero said honestly, reaching up to fix his glasses again.
He wondered briefly how well Heero could see without his glasses. He could imagine kissing this man, and reaching up to remove those glasses just to see those blue eyes without anything in the way; not that Heero wasn't hot with his glasses on.
Heero moved then, getting up. For a second, Duo thought he was leaving, but Heero was merely digging into his pocket for what Duo realized was a ringing cell phone. He could see Heero's front now.
And was that a bulge, or were the lights playing tricks on his eyes? Before Duo could give a closer inspection, Heero was sitting again. Duo quickly looked away. God, if that had been an erection...
As good as the towel felt, Duo knew without a doubt that Heero would feel much, much better.
"Fuck," he breathed, feeling his climax coil deep in his belly.
"Sorry?" Heero asked.
"No-nothing," Duo said, forcing a grin. "Just...thought someone...trouble causing. There." He nodded past Heero's left shoulder and stared at Heero's slender neck as he turned to glance in that direction.
He wanted to kiss and nibble that neck and mark Heero there, or maybe all over.
"Trouble happen often here?"
"Yeah..." Duo half-moaned.
"It does?" Heero asked, eyebrow raised.
"No!" Duo shook his head and forced a chuckle, trying not to look flustered. "No, I meant no."
"Are you all right?" Heero asked, leaning forward a little. "You look hot."
"Not as hot as you," Duo said.
Heero looked amused. "I meant that you look...flustered."
"Me? Flustered?" Duo asked, trying to still his hips.
"Yes." Heero raised an eyebrow. "Need any help?"
God yes! "No!" Duo exclaimed. "I just need...need some secs."
"Need some sex?" Heero repeated.
"Ye-No! Secs like seconds!" Duo was panting a little now.
"A second helping?" Heero asked, wrapping his lips around the bottle to take another swig.
He had to be teasing him now, but Duo couldn't find words in his head; he focused on the movement of Heero's throat, then glanced up to Heero's lips, watching as Heero licked them.
He had to bite his lower lip, a small sound escaping as he came, his cum saturating his boxers and his pants as he set his hands on the counter to hold himself up.
"I haven't had my first yet," he finally said. "Helping, I mean."
Heero leaned closer over the bar, holding the bottle up to Duo's mouth and tracing his lower lip with it. Duo's tongue immediately darted out to follow the path and Heero smirked.
"Me neither."
"You offering?"
"As soon as you think you can go."
"A few minutes," Duo said. "I need...a few minutes to..."
"I meant leave your job for the night, Duo," Heero said in an amused tone, his eyes sliding down Duo's body to his waist that was still leaning against the counter. "I can wait a little longer than a few minutes for that."
Duo looked around and suddenly lifted a hand to flag down a coworker. "Stan! Cover for my last two hours."
"But!"
Duo was walking around the bar to join Heero. "You owe me for last time!"
With that, he tilted his head to the door. Heero immediately stood and followed him out to the parking lot.
"Where's your ride?" he asked.
"Right here." Duo replied, his hand finding Heero's bulge.
Heero smirked. "I'd like to be granted access to a certain back door."
Duo laughed and dragged Heero towards his car.
Hot damn but he'd been right about the technical language.
His temporarily sated cock was already stirring again.
OWARI
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