Teenage Dirtbag Sequel Chapter 3

by Granate, 2004

Disclaimer: I own Gundam Wing. But I'm also certifiably insane, so don't expect that claim to hold up in court.

Out in the kitchen he’s rummaging through the freezer. “Dammit,” he swears and looks at me, “I don’t have the right ice cream. Wanna walk to the store with me? It’s only a few blocks.”

“For ice cream?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” he says as if he does it all the time. “There’s this one dessert I want to make.”

“Ok, on one condition,” I say.

“What’s that?” he asks, getting a light coat.

“You hold onto my arm like you were doing before,” I say.

He grins and laughs at himself, “That move just never fails.”

“I thought that was all I was going to get of you,” I admit.

“Little did you know,” he says, licking his lips. I follow him outside and he grabs my arm as we start walking. I pull him close, just like before.

He’s right, it’s a short walk to the 24-hour Kroger’s. We walk through the automatic doors and into the brightly lit warehouse of food. No one else is really here at 9:45 at night, only some college kids. No one’s looking and he grabs my hand and leads me to the frozen foods section. The aisle is empty and I steal a kiss before I let him open the glass door. I’m sure there are security cameras everywhere, but I don’t really care, I grope his ass when he turns to pick some ice cream. He yelps in an undignified manner and swats my hand away.

He finds the kind he wanted. Ben and Jerry’s, something with outrageous amounts of chocolate and caramel. I shake my head and follow him to the cash register. On the way home I put my arm around his shoulders, I don’t care who sees. This just feels right. The night is getting cooler. I can’t help thinking that maybe the approaching winter will make him want to move to Florida. Yeah, I’m still thinking about the job, wondering if he’ll take it. I keep thinking random things, like if he’ll get along with the other staff. If he’ll be able to find an apartment near mine. I rack my brain thinking of racing organizations he could get involved with. I keep having to remind myself that he hasn’t said ‘yes’ yet.

I suddenly have a sinking feeling we shouldn’t have gotten so intimate earlier. I don’t want him to think I’m just trying to get him to take the job and I know that everything we do makes the decision more complicated for him. He’s got a good life here, friends, a nice apartment, a cool job, even a tank full of fish. I’m asking him to leave all that. For a brief moment, I think that the right thing to do would be to call it quits for the night and sleep on the couch. Although I know I won’t be able to do that! But what happens if he doesn’t take the job? We rediscover each other after five years, sleep together, and then I have to go back to Florida without him? I really don’t want to do that. Columbus and Orlando are just too far apart for a long-distance relationship. Besides, we’re both so physically intense, we would need to be near each other.

He pulls away from me and I realize we’re at the front door to his building. It was a quiet walk home. Too quiet. Granted, I was lost in thought, but I don’t think he said one word to me.

“You’re too quiet,” I state when we get in the elevator.

He smiles and kisses me. “I was just thinking,” he reassures me, “I do that from time to time you know!” He kisses me more passionately and I barely have time to respond before the door dings and some one gets on. Duo removes himself from me just before the door opens and we ride in silence, like nothing was going on. As soon as he closes his apartment door, I pin him up hard against it with my body and plunder his mouth. I want him again. Now. He moans into my mouth and kisses me back.

Then he breaks the kiss with a laugh. “Ice cream’s melting!” he says, slipping away from me and heading for the kitchen. At the moment, I don’t care about the damned ice cream. In the kitchen, he’s spooning the softened ice cream into two dishes. He puts the rest in the freezer and procures a bottle of Kahlua Mudslide from the pantry.

“The secret ingredient,” he grins at me and pours some over each mound of ice cream before luring me into the living room with the bowl promised to me. He sets them on the coffee table and flops onto the couch. I love how he just plops down and stretches out. His long limbs take up a lot of room now that he’s grown so much. I eagerly join him. He flips on the TV and finds Mystery Science Theater 3000. We eat our ice cream and join in the mockery of whatever dumb old sci-fi movie is on the chopping block. Always the clown, he’s really good at it. The ice cream and Kahlua is good but it makes me cold. I grab a throw blanket and wrap it around myself. He grins and clambers in with me, like a Great Dane who doesn’t realize he’s too big to keep sitting on peoples’ laps. I laugh and we find some tenuous arrangement of limbs that will allow us to both fit in the blanket.

After a moment, he turns to me. “How long can you stay?” he asks.

“A few days,” I answer. I really hope this isn’t his way of saying that he wants to spend time with me because I’ll be going back alone.

“Will you stay ‘till I make up my mind?” he requests. His eyes search mine, for what I’m not sure.

“Yes,” I assure him, holding him tighter. I pause for a moment, and then say what’s on my mind. “Duo, I’m not doing this to convince you to take the job. You know that, right?”

“Oh, you are so full of it! Get over yourself!” he snorts. “Don’t you think I can tell that?” He ruffles a hand through my hair.

“Ok, I just wanted to make sure you knew,” I say. I lean close so that our lips just barely brush. “Nothing to do with it,” I murmur.

“Mmmm, right, completely separate,” he breathes back in anticipation. I make the tiniest move like I’m going to kiss him and he closes his eyes and leans forward expectantly. I move back just out of his reach.

He growls, and without even opening his eyes, his hands find my jaw and he pulls me roughly to him. We kiss for a minute until he suddenly moves away.

“Hey!” he says excitedly, “There’s a big race tomorrow, wanna come? You can sit in the pit with us! Man, I can’t believe it, I’ve been so preoccupied with your visit I wasn’t even thinking about it!”

“Sounds like fun,” I say. I like stock car racing, it’ll be exciting to see Duo working in the pit.

We watch the end of the show and I can’t help chuckling at his comments. He turns to me and smiles in a thoughtful way.

“You know what is the best thing about the way you’ve changed?” he asks me. He runs a hand through my hair and grins at how it just flops back into place.

“What?” I ask, my hands slipping down to his lower back. It’s almost shocking to me how easily we’ve fallen into such a relaxed and comfortable relationship.

“You smile,” he says, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before tonight. Not a real smile anyway. It’s god damned gorgeous, Heero. And hearing you laugh! I wouldn’t have thought it was possible.”

It takes me by surprise, I didn’t even realize I was doing those things. He’s right, I usually don’t. I lean over and kiss him. We are still an awkward tangle of arms and legs, but I manage to push him onto his back. He kisses me back urgently and we make out on the couch like a couple of teenagers.

After a while, I’m beginning to feel a little too warm under this blanket and just in time, he hums into my mouth, “Back to the bedroom?”

“Yes,” I agree quickly. We struggle out of our cocoon, and this time I jump up to grab my bag and still beat him there. He comes in after me and I quickly remove all his clothes.

“You’re doing it again!” he observes with a thrilled grin.

“What? Smiling?” I ask.

“No! That predatory cat thing!” he laughs. I quickly rid myself of my clothes too and join him on the bed. He lies on his back, supine, just waiting for me. I crawl over him. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. I kiss him deeply, and he reaches down to encourage my erection with his hand, although it really doesn’t need the help.

Our noses touch and I look into his wide indigo eyes. There’s no question as to what we both want. We’re long past foreplay, that was taken care of on the couch. We kiss more and he thrusts up against me, rubbing his hard cock into my own. I arch my back up and suck on his nipples as I grind myself equally hard back against him. He chokes out my name and threads his fingers through my hair. I want to take him now, but something occurs to me.

“Shit!” I pant. I pull my mouth away and put the brakes on.

“What?” he gasps in frustration. For a moment I’m distracted by his sensually parted lips and the haze of lust in his cobalt eyes.

“We need something,” I remind him. “Some kind of lubricant, I don’t know. And a condom, don’t you think?”

“Oh right,” he concurs. “I should have grabbed that.” He looks like he wants to say something else as I move off of him, but he wordlessly slides out from under me. I catch his arm before he stands up from the bed.

“Duo, you know we don’t have to,” I say and I mean it. My body is screaming otherwise, but I don’t want us to do it unless we’re ready.

“Oh, I want to,” he says quickly. “I just… I don’t want you to think I’m irresponsible or anything. I’m not seeing anyone so, things aren’t really at hand, so to speak. I, uh, wasn’t expecting this,” he finishes with a sheepish grin. His eyes are large, honest, hopeful and wanting.

“Me neither,” I echo. He gets up and makes for the bathroom.

“Feel like I’m breaking the mood or something, sorry,” he apologizes from the doorway.

“The ‘mood’ is not what I’m after,” I remind him with and intense look. His eyes travel down my body briefly and then he disappears.

I’m sort of glad for the short break, I need to calm down a bit so I can go slow. I’m pretty confident when it comes to women, but this is a different story. I’ve never done this, but I do know I have to be careful. I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt him. I want it to feel good for him.

He returns from the bathroom with a condom, a tube, and a towel. He waves the tube at me with a grin.

“Knew I had this somewhere!” he says. I can see that the tube is lubricant.

“Have you done this before?” I ask. I don’t care if he has or not, I’m just curious. Actually, it’d be nice if at least one of us knew what this was supposed to be like.

He doesn’t answer right away, just folds the towel in half and spreads it in the center of the bed. “No, not sex. With a guy I mean. I had a boyfriend for a little while in college,” he finally says as he lies down with his butt on the towel, “We never did it though.” He stops talking and looks at me expectantly. “Come on,” he says invitingly, eyes drawing me in, “What are you waiting for?”

Our mouths meet, and I position myself between his legs again, taking up where we left off, only I try taking it a little easier. He’s back into it immediately too, hardening quickly.

“Why didn’t you do it?” I ask him as I kiss his neck.

“Huh?” he asks, confused. The blood is probably not going to his brain.

“You and your college boyfriend,” I say, removing my lips completely.

He looks at me in confusion. “I don’t know,” he answers. “It was just never right… I don’t know,” he says again. He closes his eyes and stretches up to resume kissing.

“Why not?” I ask. I’m really curious about this for some reason. I think I’m trying to gage what his feelings for me must be.

“Heero,” he says crossly, “Do you realize we are about to have sex and you’re asking me about my ex?”

“I’m just curious – “ I try to tell him.

“Later!” he growls in an ironic sort of roll-reversal of our earlier conversation. To drive his point home, he reaches down and strokes me ruthlessly. I catch my breath. It’s working all right, I can’t remember what I was thinking a minute ago. I have to remove his hand though. I pin it above his head, which makes him grin wickedly. With his other hand, he holds the tube out to me.

“Fingers first,” he instructs in an urgent whisper. “Two should do it. Just stretch, you don’t need to push.” He eyes me again. “Better make that three,” he grins.

I move down the bed and tongue his navel. He groans and I stroke his shaft, holding it against my chest. He thrusts slowly between my hand and my chest and makes pleasured noises as I swirl my tongue over his stomach.

I move down lower to kiss his thighs. He has good control too, but I can tell I’ve got him pretty wound up. I don’t want him getting too close yet. I stop waffling and just do it. I spread some of the lube on my fingers and dab his entrance teasingly. He gasps and quivers, and I’m reminded how delicate and sensitive he is here. I lick the very base of his erection to distract him as I slide a finger inside.

“Oh yes Heero!” he encourages me with ragged breath. “I’ve… I’ve done this part before…” he says in a moan. I wiggle inside him and stretch the entrance for my second finger. I try not to think about what I’m doing because it would seem absurd if I weren’t so horny right now. He doesn’t seem to mind the feeling, especially when I take the tip of his cock in my mouth.

He whimpers, unable to form words as I add the second finger and begin to suck harder, taking up more of his length. I think I like doing this. I thought sucking another guy’s dick would make me feel degraded but now that I have him in my mouth, I feel the kind of trust he must have in me. I feel his raw need for me and all the trepidation and urgency behind it. He seems to like what I’m doing, but it can’t be that good. I’m new at this, after all. Right now, I’m just doing it to distract him, so I tell myself to worry about technique later.

I continue to suck and add a third finger. I’m stretching him seriously now, but he’s pretty relaxed. Well, I don’t know if ‘relaxed’ is exactly the right term… He’s loving my mouth. Jesus, the noises he’s making, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I’m struck again by how open he is to me about how he feels. He plays no power games, there is no competition of who can make the other want it more. I have to hold him down with my free hand, he keeps trying to push farther into my mouth. I know he’s just means to encourage me, but I don’t want him getting too close to climax yet. He has one hand in my hair, winding his fingers through it. I like the way that feels.

All right, hearing his moaning has got me so horny I can’t hold back anymore. I remove my mouth and kiss up his chest, letting his wet cock slide down my stomach until it meets mine. I kiss him and rub my stomach against him a little.

“Ready?” I can only whisper it, I want him so badly.

“Heero, now!” he pleads urgently. I try my best to stay calm as I straighten up to roll the condom on and slather myself with lube. I prep him again with my fingers and then push the tip of my cock past the first ring of muscle. I’m immediately dazed by the feeling. He’s incredibly strong and tight and for a moment I don’t think I’m going to fit. He catches his breath and hisses through clenched teeth as he grips my forearms.

“Come on. More,” he demands, angling his hips to accept me. I stroke his throbbing erection with my hand and push farther. I continue fondling him and I can feel him begin to relax. He groans as I push all the way in, filling him completely.

“Ok?” I pant.

“Yeah, you can move now,” he moans. I pull out just a little and push in again slowly. I’ve never felt anything like this, he’s amazing. It’s difficult to keep concentrating on going slow, but I force myself. I keep pushing in and out slowly, just letting him get used to it. I speed up at his encouragement and he shifts his hips again.

I speed up and push deeper, flexing inside him. I hit some sort of sweet spot and he jerks and desperately cries out my name. I search for it again and drive for it every time. He wraps his legs around me and rocks his hips to meet my thrusts, shouting in satisfaction even when I don’t hit it.

I can’t speak. I can’t even see. The feeling of him coupled with his voice calling to me is so overwhelming. This is it for me, I can never go back, it has to be him from now on. I want to just fuck his brains out, really show him what I can do, but we won’t be able to do it again if I make him sore. I can’t last much longer anyway, so I pump his erection harder and really drive into that spot. He bucks under me violently and grips my shoulders with bruising strength. He tightens around me even more as he climaxes and I peak too, matching him move for move.

“Oh god Duo,” I moan as the last surges finally leave me. He’s practically shaking beneath me.

He moans something incoherent in repsonse. I very carefully pull out and roll off of him. He is still for a moment, except for his chest heaving up and down with his ragged breath. I want to stroke his arm or kiss him but I really can’t move. He shakily props himself up and pulls the towel out from underneath him, removes the condom for me, and gently wipes the extra lube off me… well, us.

“Instant wet-spot removal,” he says with a wink, rolling the condom in the towel and dumping it on the floor.

“I’ll have to remember that,” I say in approval. I still feel like I can’t move, my body is so completely satisfied I can’t make it do anything. I don’t know how he’s doing so much better than I am.

“A helpful little trick I picked up in college,” he says as he arranges the covers that we kicked away.

“You seemed to have learned a lot in college,” I say suggestively. I manage to reach an arm out towards him.

He chuckles and obliges me by coming into arm’s reach so I can pull him to lie down with me. “Yeah,” he tells me, “I got past my 10 year awkward phase and grew a little. It became much easier to get girlfriends, I no longer had to rely solely on my ‘sparkling personality.’ What can I say? I’ve changed a lot, I guess.”

“Hn,” I muse, looking him over. He’s smiling, flushed, and disheveled. Hair sticks to his forehead and the sides of his face. “I think what you got was a little self-confidence.” My hands graze over the skin of his back and shoulders, he’s smooth with a sheen of sweat. I want to be touching him all over.

“Right,” he snorts.

“Well, I’ve… I’ve always…” I stutter. I’m trying to tell him that I’ve always found him attractive, but it’s not coming out. He cocks an eyebrow at my reticence and gives me a blithe look.

“You have a way with words, Yuy,” he jokes.

“I’ve always… thought you were attractive,” I finally say very quickly. I can’t look at him when I say it, and I can feel my cheeks get hot. It’s the truth, though it took me a while to figure out. Too long.

“Heero, are you shitting me?” he asks incredulously.

“No, of course not,” I say honestly. I don’t know how to tell him this, but he’s always been, I don’t know, intriguing to me. His eyes, his hair, his slim lithe body. And looking at him now, Christ, I can’t take my hands off him. “So you got more chicks,” I say, changing the subject. “And a boyfriend,” I add.

He rolls onto his back with a sigh and puts his hands behind his head. “Jesus, are we talking about this again?” he asks boredly. I realize it’s not exactly snuggly, Post-First-Time conversation. But then, he’s not that type anyway.

“Yes,” I say insistently, “I guess I’m still curious about why you never had sex with him.” It’s really none of my business, though, and I’ll stop if he refuses again. But he’s a little more forth-coming this time.

“Guess my distraction was only temporary,” he chuckles. “We’re men, can’t we just roll over and go to sleep?”

“Yes, after you answer my question. Did you not find him attractive?” I ask, trying to get him to talk about it.

“Of course I did!” he answers, “I wouldn’t have dated him if I hadn’t!”

“Then why?” I prod. He takes a slow breath.

“Like I said last time, it was just never right. Things were hot between us, but more in a fooling around way. Maybe it was just, I don’t know, experimentation or something to see if I was really bi,” he answers with a shrug. “When ever it came to sex, we could never agree. I guess I just didn’t want to.”

I look at him contemplatively. He blinks back, his cobalt eyes glowing. He slips his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down for a long kiss. “But it was right with you,” he whispers. “Somehow, I just knew.”

He turns out the light, and settles close to me in the dark. Normally, I like my space when I sleep, but I can’t seem to let him go, so I hold him tightly and kiss his neck. He’s so warm and he smells so good. My eyes adjust and I can see him. He finds my wrist and brings the inside of it up near his mouth. He looks into my eyes a moment before closing his eyes, bringing my scar to his lips, and holding it there a moment. My heart lurches and my breathing stops for a moment. He kisses both of them and then looks at me with an expression that is part joyful, part sad. It’s difficult to describe, but I feel exactly the same way. For the first time in my life, I am actually truly glad I didn’t die when I meant to.