Teenage Dirtbag Sequel Chapter 6

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.

He’s still asleep when I wake up the next morning. His hair is everywhere. I can’t imagine it’ll be easy to tame it when he gets up. Physically, I feel good. Although I’m feeling a little sore, I definitely slept the sleep of the well-fucked. Unfortunately, my mind is just as conflicted as it was before falling asleep. I can hardly blame him for sneaking away yesterday morning. I’m not even the one with a hard decision to make here, and I feel like I could use a little space.

I need to get some air. I want to get out before he wakes up, but I figure I should wash the sex off of me before going out in public. I wash and dress quickly, taking my clothes to the bathroom in attempt to be as quiet as I can. He doesn’t wake, so I leave a note saying I went out for donuts. I hate donuts, but they’re the best excuse I can think of on such short notice. I grab his keys and jog down the stairs to the street.

I take a deep breath when I hit the sidewalk. It’s a bright Sunday morning at 10:30; I have the street almost to myself as I start walking in the direction of the Kroger we visited two days ago. Two days ago. Can my life really have changed so much in just these two days? I’ve got a jumpy, shuddery feeling inside that I’ve never experienced before. It is the incubation of the idea that I might have just found someone who really means something to me. For the first time in my life, there’s someone I want to share with, someone I want to spend my time with, possibly for a good while.

While most people would probably be overjoyed, I’m damned scared. This has thrown me completely off balance. And I’m not even talking about the fact that this person is a man. Unlike with previous lovers, whether he wants to be with me or not actually matters to me. This feeling is totally new to me, I’m not used to such vulnerability. I’ve been downright calculating my entire life to avoid vulnerability, refusing to allow myself to depend on another person. Two days with Duo has felt me utterly bewildered.

He could hurt me. I realize I’ve already given him that power. A part of me panics at this revelation, wanting to push him out and bury any attachment to him. I won’t, though. If he says yes and we can make this work, it could be the best thing that ever happened to me. After the first night, I felt truly glad to still be alive and I feel the same way now.

Putting my thoughts in order doesn’t make them any easier to come to grips with. If the emotional wasn’t enough, I can always focus on the more physical issues here, like I just had some guy’s dick up my ass and liked it. Ok, not just some guy’s, but Duo’s. Still, though, that’s not something I ever imagined I could enjoy so much. And did I think twice about touching him in places I’d never even wanted to touch myself? You bet your life I didn’t.

I sigh as I walk through the sliding doors of the grocery store. This is going to take some getting used to. I’ve known for some time now that I find men attractive at some level, but I never considered myself gay. Even if Duo and I don’t end up together, I’ve definitely learned something about myself. I can get over it fast, though. I can get over it and be ready because I don’t want to let this go.

The bakery is on my right and I go up to the counter and select four glazed donuts. They are wrapped and given to me and I pay for them at the register. I hope he likes them, because I don’t feel like eating anything. I’m not sure how to face him this morning. Maybe if I had handled yesterday morning differently, it would have been smoother. I don’t know how to remedy that, though. I don’t usually have to deal with the morning after because I don’t sleep over. I admit to dawdling on the way home.

I use his keys to let myself back in and drop the sack of pastries on the counter. I don’t see Duo anywhere or hear the water running, so I sneak back into the bedroom and find him still sound asleep. I sit on the empty side of the bed, intent on watching him for a while, but he wakes at the shift of weight on the bed. He blinks and then he’s a jumble of words and a tumble of hair as he flounders over to me.

“Oh, are you leaving? Shit, let me get up, hold on, I’ll help you call a cab or something. What time’s your flight? There’s a bus line too. Just wait a sec, ok?”

I can’t help chuckling at his bleary-eyed confusion.

“I’m not leaving,” I tell him, “don’t get up. I just got back, actually.”

He stills and blinks at me.

“I went out for donuts,” I explain.

“Oh, ok,” he says, relaxing back onto a pillow. “Shit, you scared me,” he admits, looking only a little relieved.

“Sorry.”

“I thought, ‘cause you know, of last night – ”

“No – ” I insist.

“’Cause Heero, it was – ”

“Yeah, I – ”

“Heero, wait, let me – ”

“What?”

“Stop that, let me say something, damn it,” he chastises me in exasperation. I give him a sorry look and stay quiet. He runs a hand through his bangs.

“Just please tell me it was ok with you, because you’ve got me guessing, here,” he says, eyes searching my face. “I don’t want you to lie to me, but tell me I didn’t seriously fuck up, ok?”

I think for a moment how to put this. I move to where he’s lying, never taking my eyes from his. “No, you seriously fucked me,” I say, leaning over him, “and maybe, I’m just going to have to get used to the fact that I seriously liked it.” His eyes go wide and his mouth gapes until I kiss it. I shove my tongue down his throat for a second until he makes a muffled protest and pushes me away.

“At least let me brush my teeth first,” he grins. I shrug. He didn’t taste great, but I didn’t care at the moment. He moves to get up but I fall next to him on the bed and hold him there.

“Really, Duo, how could you be worried that last night was bad?” I smirk, poking him in the ribs. He tries to squirm away and screws up his face trying to hold back giggles. Well well well. It appears Duo is ticklish. Hm, I suddenly feel like being relentless again. I trap him with my other arm and he squawks in protest as I attack his sensitive sides.

“Well, you didn’t say anything!” he squeaks as he continues to twist away. “Even when you came, you didn’t really make any noise.”

I don’t know why this embarrasses me. I falter just enough for him to the upper hand.

“Well, I was – ” I stutter as he jumps on me and pins my arms down. “I was – ” I try to finish but I’m too flustered. I just glare at the grin he’s giving me.

“Allow me to finish that,” he quips. “Damned hot is what you were. I just needed to be sure, ok?” He lets the question trail off as he leans down to kiss me, but stops just before our lips meet.

“You know, you are just fucking incredible when you let yourself go,” he says, looking into my eyes.

Ok, now I’m even more embarrassed. I mean, it’s not like I had any control over myself or how sexy or not sexy I was being. I had enough trouble just staying on the bed. I felt like I was going to levitate or fly away, but his weight anchored me. I guess the urge to get away because my body was so overwhelmed, and the urge to pound myself against him struck some sort of balance.

I give him my evilest scowl before rolling on top of him and taking my revenge on his ticklish sides. He flails his way to edge of the bed and makes his terribly ungraceful escape onto the floor, nearly kicking me in the face in the process. I just laugh as he tries to untangle his foot from the sheets.

“Shit, Yuy!” he laughs as he finally frees himself and stands up. “I take back what I said about you smiling and laughing. You do that way too much!” My laughter quells as I stare at his naked body like I’ve never seen it before. He just shakes his head at me and goes to the dresser to pull on some pants on before heading for the bathroom.

Now with the bed to myself, I stretch out on my back. Our scents are here, mingled together. I close my eyes for I don’t know how long before I receive a minty kiss. It feels strange, though. I open my eyes, and Duo’s face is smiling over me, upside down. I can’t help smiling back.

“Were you really bent on those donuts? ‘Cause I was going to make you pancakes,” he says.

“Duo, you don’t have to make me breakfast again,” I say earnestly as I sit up.

He rolls his eyes at me exaggeratedly and gets up. “Well, I’m still making them,” he says as he heads for the door, “because we’re celebrating.” He disappears into the hall and I do a double take. Celebrating? I nearly fall off the bed scrambling after him.

“What are we celebrating?” I ask as I lope into the kitchen. He doesn’t answer right away as he pulls out a skillet and a mixing bowl. I shift impatiently from one foot to the other in the doorway. I feel like a little kid or something and it’s pretty obvious he’s enjoying this. I decide hovering around him will be more productive. He breaks away from me to get pancake mix and butter.

“We’re celebrating because,” he starts, pausing as he drops some butter on the skillet. He does not look up at me as his finishes, “I’m taking your offer.”

I nearly knock him into the stove when I jump on him. “Great!” I blurt out excitedly.

I pull him into a hug and squeeze him until he wheezes, “Hey, shirtless man cooking here.”

“Duo, you don’t know how much this means to me,” I prattle.

“Yes I do,” he says and kisses my lips chastely before pushing me away so he can cook.

“It’s a package deal, right?” he asks with a grin at the batter. “You come with the job?”

“Yes,” I answer, but quickly amend, “or not. I mean, you can have the job without me, if you want.”

“I don’t. I’m taking both,” he says decisively. “If I pass the interview and they offer the job, I’ll accept.”

“You won’t regret it,” I promise, squeezing his shoulders and crowding him over the stove again.

“I am inclined to agree with you,” he flashes me a smile.

I chuckle. “So, I impressed you enough last night?”

He laughs too. “Yeah, you did, but I decided before that,” he admits. “I told myself if we won the race, I’d take the job.”

My face falls into a slight frown. “Duo, that seems a little… arbitrary,” I caution.

“Not really,” he says, “I knew we’d win.” He casually pours the first spoonful of batter onto the skillet.

“But,” I say in confusion, “wouldn’t it make more sense to stay in that job if you won the race?”

He stops and turns toward me slightly. “Exactly. But I put the better odds on you,” he explains, looking into my eyes. I grab him and kiss him hard. He returns it until we smell the pancake burning. He breaks away and flips it over before shooing me to go sit down. I practically fall into the chair. I don’t think I’ve ever been “giddy” in my entire life, but I’m dangerously close at the moment.

We talk about Cape Canaveral and eat our breakfast. I offer to clean up and then use his computer to email my boss about scheduling an interview. The boss works on Sundays or at least keeps up on his email, so I expect to hear back today. Duo is in the bedroom, stripping the sheets to go in the laundry pile he’s gathering.

“When do you think you can come for an interview?” I ask loudly.

When he lumbers out with the basket, he’s got a shirt on now and quarters jingle in one hand. “What’s my time frame?” he asks.

“Sooner is better than later.”

He nods and looks conflicted as he rests the basket on the back of the couch. “Well, I’m just not sure how to approach my boss about this. Should I actually say ‘hey, I might get a gig with NASA, so here’s my two-week notice, but if not, I’d like to keep my job, thanks.’”

I shrug. “Maybe. I don’t know your boss. I’d give your two-week, though. You will be offered the job, and they’re going to want you for orientation as soon as possible.”

“Orientation,” he repeats and then purses his lips. “This week is probably out,” he says. “Next Monday?”

“I think that should be good,” I tell him. “I’m expecting a call and I’ll pass that on. If there’s a problem, we’ll work it out.”

He nods and hefts the basket up again, making for the door. I get up and open it for him just as he’s balancing the basket on one knee. He flashes me a smile.

“Not, uh, used to help,” he says. I just smile back and close it after him.

I sit back down at the computer and start to think about my return trip. I should really get back to work tomorrow. I’d need to put in a Sunday if I miss another day. I told him staying would be no problem, but now that I have an answer, I should get back. I call up some flights and he comes back in a few minutes. I don’t hear him behind me and almost jump when he kisses the back of my neck.

“One more night,” he murmurs. “You can leave tomorrow morning. Please?”

“Duo…” I say in weak protest.

“Gotta get back to work?” he sighs. It’s a good thing he stops kissing my neck because I was close to giving in.

“I really should,” I tell him as I turn in the chair. “Besides, you can stay with me when you come for your interview. You should stay for a few days, maybe come on Saturday.”

“Yeah, see what I’m getting myself into here,” he winks at me. “Hey, still have the blue IROC?” he asks suddenly.

I chuckle a little bit at the memory of him pining for my car. “Of course,” I answer.

“Pick me up at the airport with it?” he pleads with a grin that makes him look about fifteen.

“Of course!” I say again and, satisfied, he grabs a magazine before going back down to the laundry room. “Back in a bit!” he calls over his shoulder.

I take the time to find a good flight and book it. A non-stop flight is only two and a quarter hours, so I pick one for seven-thirty, leaving us time for an early dinner together before I go. That done, I take my phone and go in search of Duo and the laundry. He looks surprised to see me as I casually pull up a chair.

We’re waiting for his clothes to be done in the dryer when my phone rings. I check the screen.

“Duo, it’s my boss!” I exclaim before answering the call. We exchange greetings and then I hand him off to Duo. I shoo him in the direction of the door and point up, trying to tell him to take the phone up to his apartment. He gives me a thumbs up and heads for the elevator as he talks.

I can’t sit still as I wait for him to come back. It seems to be taking an awfully long time and I begin to think my boss turned this opportunity into an impromptu phone interview. The buzzer on the dryer startles me and I quickly unload Duo’s belongings into the basket and, too impatient to wait for the elevator, run up the stairs.

The deadbolt on his door is thrown so that it can’t close and I simply push it open. I can hear him talking in the kitchen so I dump his clothes on the couch and begin to fold to give myself something to do.

“How’d it go?” I ask immediately when I hear him snap the phone shut.

“Ok, I think” he shrugs as he comes into the living room, “hard to say. He was asking about my degree and work experience, all that.”

“Oh.” It’s pretty clear Duo doesn’t want to tell me about it. I feel a little blown off, but maybe he just doesn’t know what to think.

“Hey, I’ve got something for such a good laundry delivery boy,” he grins and changes the subject.

“What’s that?” I ask gamely, bending to place a folded a pair of his boxer shorts with the others.

“A tip,” he says and pinches my ass. I just snort. “What do you want to do today?” he asks teasingly as he reaches around and gropes me through my jeans. I move away and hand him the empty basket with a smirk. He pouts exaggeratedly and takes it.

“I booked a flight for seven-thirty tonight,” I inform him. “That’ll give us the afternoon and an early dinner.”

We agree to catch a movie and look through the paper for show times. It’s unspoken, but I think we’re both looking for one that will get us back here in time for one more romp before dinner. We decide on an action flick and share a big bag of popcorn. On the way home, we argue plot holes and bad science.

When we get to his place, I gather up my things and pack up my bag. He follows me into the bathroom when I go to get my toothbrush and I’m not really surprised when he corners me and starts kissing me. We make out and he makes no moves in the direction of the bedroom but I am surprised when he suggests we have sex in the bathtub. I definitely like this idea. I don’t know where it came from, but I like it.

He runs hot water and we impatiently undress each other, grinning all the while. We kiss and tease each other until the tub is full. He tells me to get in and then attempts to straddle me, resulting in a lot of splashing and loud thumps as knees and elbows hit the tub, and not a lot of actual contact. As a physicist and an engineer, I should know that wet skin and wet porcelain don’t offer a lot of friction. We slip around, laughing curses and apologies for a few minutes before we finally admit that two grown men just do not fit in such a small bathtub.

“Ok,” he laughs in defeat and stands up. He does not seem aware of how erotic he looks with water streaming down his legs and dripping from his upright cock as he steps out, but I am. I quickly rise and get out of the tub, grabbing the condom we had set out for me. I pull the towel from his hands and push his rear back against the sink before dropping to my knees in front of him.

I run my hands up his wet legs and easily bring him to full erection so I can roll the condom on him. Afraid it’ll slip, I hold the base as I begin to suck him. I let my hunger guide me and do not even think about how to move my lips and tongue. It all comes quite naturally. He doesn’t leave me to guess what he likes either, offering breathless vocal encouragements and twisting his fingers through my hair.

When I look up at him, his stomach is clenched, back curved and shoulders hunched as he supports himself on the edge of the sink with the hand that isn’t currently buried in my hair. His cheeks are pink with arousal. Our eyes meet for a second, but his blink shut when I cup his balls and don’t open again. It’s clear he’s getting close when his hips start to move with my mouth. I effortlessly finish him and he leans heavily back on the sink when his groans cease.

“That pretty good?” I ask as I dispose of the condom.

He blinks and shakes his head. “Shit, Yuy, you’re a quick study,” he replies. I smirk and stand up as quickly as my aching erection will allow so I can lean over the sink and kiss him soundly. He hums into my mouth and his fingers find my stiff cock. I break our kiss with a grunt as he strokes me.

“Can’t forget about this,” he grins rapaciously, obviously referring to the organ in his hand. He leads me to the bedroom and makes me sit up against the headboard. He straddles me and I know that he wants to do it exactly the way we just tried, only without the bathtub. He’s stayed partially hard, but nowhere near one-hundred percent. He looks down at my swollen cock and then up to my face.

“Think you can, uh, use fingers for a little bit?” he asks, “I’m not quite – ”

“Of course,” I answer without even giving him a chance to finish. I don’t want him thinking I’m a selfish lover. It was my choice to get him off first and just because I’ve got an erection doesn’t mean I need to fuck him right away. He leans over to the drawer for lube and yet another of our latex necessities.

“Let me see you do one,” I say suddenly when he holds the lube out to me. His wide eyes blink at me. I blink back and fight a blush at asking for such a thing. I’m about to tell him never mind, but he agrees and uncaps the tube. He scoots back from me to give himself a little room and leans forward slightly after lubing a finger. His body remains taught but still as his finger enters. His look of concentration changes to pleasure as he rocks back and forth a bit. I can’t really see his hand back there until he bows all the way down and licks the head of my cock.

I cry out sharply at the sensation. That plus the visual stimulation of his ass in the air and his wrist working his finger in and out is quickly too much for me. I grab his arm and pull him to me, clasping his braid as I crush my mouth to his. Without opening my eyes or faltering in our kiss, I savagely stroke his hardening cock and then delve two fingers into his entrance.

“Fuck, Heero,” he gasps, jerking away from me. His face tells me very clearly that his reaction was not from pain. He settles onto my fingers and does not move away again as I stretch him. He rises and falls with my movements and doesn’t let me get three in before he pushes my hand away. I decide that I want to lie flat and move down the bed. His shaking fingers fumble with plastic packaging and I take the condom from him and put it on with my steadier hands. He braces his hands on my shoulders and positions himself over my cock. I place my hands on his hips to steady him but I let him move at his own pace as he sinks onto my rock-hard shaft.

I can tell that he is trying to keep his eyes on mine as he does it but they flicker shut involuntarily. His parted lips quiver and his breath hitches, releasing only short gasps. I shut my eyes to the feeling as well, desperately digging my fingers into his flesh and growling with the effort not to just plunge all the way in.

It seems like it’s going to last forever and then it’s over before I know it.

“God, Heero,” he nearly whimpers when he’s fully seated. “It’s so deep like this.”

“Just take your time,” I start to say, but the last word breaks off in a grunt as he arches his back forward and tightens around me.

It is my natural assumption that I will be in control just because I penetrate him, but that is very much not the case. He experiments with me until he finds what feels best and then proceeds to ride me mercilessly. It was also an assumption on my part that with our “first times” out of the way, sex would not be quite so intense, but this is also proving to be grievously wrong. I was so hard and so ready I could have come almost right away but something drives me to put it off and keep going. I’m determined to keep up with him and give him everything he wants.

Only when he approaches orgasm do I start to lose it. He’s so obvious about it and I love that about him because, with the right timing, we can come together. Those first two times weren’t just a fluke. He gets noisier and faster, altogether just reckless and wild. I buck harder under him, pounding up as he constricts and his whole body shudders with release. I give my final, hardest thrust and hear him shout my name just before orgasm obliterates my mind.

When I open my eyes, he’s leaning on his hands, placed on the bed on either side of me. I’m still inside him. His chest is heaving and his hair falls loose around his shoulders, sticking to his damp skin. I don’t even remember unbraiding it, but I look at my hand and sure enough, there are a couple long, auburn strands of hair caught in my fingers.

“Holy shit,” he swallows, voicing my thoughts perfectly. A grin cracks his lips and he chuckles, “Uh, I don’t think I can move.”

“I’d help you,” I say, mouth dry and voice weak, “but I can’t either.”

“Guess I’m stuck here then,” he shakes his head in amusement. “Fuck, I’m going to need until Saturday to recover from that,” he adds with another low laugh.

“Yeah,” I agree, “and I’m going to need my dick back now, if you don’t mind.”

“You lifted me off the bed a couple times, in case you don’t remember,” he tells me before he flops onto his side. I just grunt as my softening member slides out of him.

“I think… you broke it,” I joke of the poor thing and try to catch the condom before it makes a big mess.

He just laughs and snorts, “Yeah right!”

We get ourselves cleaned up, drain the forgotten bathtub, and go out for a nice dinner. My cab arrives at six o’clock and he sees me down to the front door. He hugs me on the sidewalk, which makes me happy. When I finally get home, I fall into bed exhausted. That was one hell of a weekend. I get up Monday morning and completely immerse myself in orientation for the week to keep myself occupied as I wait for Duo to arrive.