Fear of Intimacy

Chapter 5 (Pleasure Begins)

 

            While humming the tune, “I’m a Little Tea Pot”, Duo was wiping the table, and attempting to piece together last night’s events, he was certain that Wufei had something to do with it, not only what, but why. He shook the wayward bangs out of his eyes and focused on the raven-haired pilot that was sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the television watching old Sailor Moon reruns, and wondering what he did that involved him, frankly after the first hour at the club, he blacked out.

 

            A slight smell of tequila reached his nostrils from Heero’s usual spot at the table. His brow furrowed knowingly. ‘That’s why he looked like shit this morning. He drank tequila of all things; he knows that stuff fucks him up really good. Does that mean he was pissed about me taking off again? Why do I care?’ an internal battle began to ensue, wondering whether the stoic Japanese pilot harbored any feelings for him or not. Duo shook his head, the thought of Heero reciprocating any feelings were just some bizarre dream he had been nursing for too long, it was time to move on, whether he wanted to or not. The soon overpowering stench of the spilt alcohol stirred his stomach, and he felt the hangover pushing on his temples, dropping the rag quickly, he ran to the bathroom hand covering his mouth.

 

            “Why does this hallway have to be so long”, he mumbled between his fingers, taking large strides, dodging by Trowa and Quatre who were cuddling while slowly walking toward their bedroom, ‘Well whatever was bothering them this morning is solved’. He stopped short a few paces from the bathroom; his stomach calmed.  Through the small opening of the door, he heard haggard breathing seeping into the hall, his eyes darted around, looking for some explanation before getting into something he may later regret.

 

            “What the hell…” Duo swung open the door to find Heero lying in a bloody heap, not looking too healthy. His blood dribbled from his nose and mouth, his eyes vacant and glossy, but he was breathing. The urge to vomit threw itself back into Duo’s throat, he covered his mouth again, and pounced over Heero’s still form to dry heave into the toilet.

 

            Laying his cheek on the cool plastic seat, he visually roamed over the body. “Heero… What did you do?” he asked rhetorically.  His heart ached to see him looking so beaten up, but he reasoned, Heero was terrible when it came to the amber Mexican bottle, and probably deserved the licks. He himself could recall the first time Heero had gotten his hands on the bottle, and Duo’s neck in a deathly crunch. “That’s what you get for turning into Evil-Heero.”

 

He stumbled off the toilet and assessed the scenario, “ 1. Heero’s down for the count and still a little drunk I’m assuming. 2. There was a struggle.” He slapped himself in the forehead, “Duh! Okay, 3. Trowa and Quatre were upset this morning, but were happy when walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. I’m thinking that asking Trowa to help me cart you out to the hospital isn’t a good idea”.

 

Duo knelt beside the bloody Japanese, and stroked his mussed hair affectionately, wondering what he had done to have Trowa, of all people, beat him so badly. Running his thumb along a bruised cheekbone, his heart sank, and wondered how Heero could just not connect himself to the love Duo has given him. He cradled his head into his lap, attempting to soothe him in any way possible.

 

“Wufei! Can you come to the bathroom for a sec please?” he pleaded while praying that Sailor Moon was over and Wufei would be coherent.  No sooner than the sentence was done, Wufei was standing in the doorway, mouth agape, and looking puzzled.

 

“What took you so long huh?” Duo commented sarcastically of the Chinese boy’s haste.

 

He shrugged, “You asked nicely. So what happened to Heero?” motioning to the blood smeared on the ceramic tile wall.

 

“I wish I knew, but we’ll find out after we bring him to the hospital. I’ll explain my theories on the way. C’mon grab an arm.”

The two pilots hoisted Heero carefully off the cold floor and stumbled in a small huddle to the Jeep, Wufei grabbing the keys along the way.  Not assuming anymore of the current situation, they tossed him in the back seat, although Duo was tempted to go back and inform Quatre and Trowa of their departure, yet Wufei lowered his head, indicating that it would be best if they just left as soon as possible.

 

Wufei gunned the engine and the tires squealed mercilessly as they sped the distance to the hospital. Wufei plunged his foot onto the accelerator, bringing it almost to the floor. He wanted nothing more than to end this uncomfortable silence that swam across the dash and back. He suspected Duo remembered nothing of the last night’s events, and wanted to keep it that way. He was oddly embarrassed about it all, even though Duo had confessed in a drunken stupor that he was in fact trying to tempt the Chinese pilot into thinking naughty things about him. He pressed his foot even harder onto the gas simply remembering the intense passion that was melded into that kiss.

 

“Looks like somebody met Evil Heero”

 

Wufei’s eyes darted to the right, puzzling over the strange comment. “Evil Heero”, he repeated, and still the words seemed a little foreign. “What do you mean?”

 

Duo sighed and blew his bangs out of his face. “You wanna know huh?” Not bothering to see if Wufei agreed to listen or not, “You twisted my arm!” He sat up straight, wanting to give a good posture as if he were some amazing spinner of tales to oodles of children. “Well, you see. Heero has this ‘thing’ for Tequila. We took a trip to Mexico once, and we couldn’t help ourselves but to indulge into the national pride liquor now could we? Anyways, I’ve had it before, but it was Heero’s first time, and somehow, we broke out into an argument about God knows what. He became very violent. I can’t stress that enough. He was the devil incarnate. It’s like… he turned into… Evil Heero. I know, I know, it sounds weird but some people can’t handle certain stuff. You don’t even want me to go into what Rum does to me! Besides that, he’s had Tequila maybe a couple times since that incident, and the last time, he almost raped me. The reason I say almost is well… you can’t rape the willing you know what I mean? When I was cleaning up the table after breakfast, I got a good whiff of the stuff at Heero’s place at the table; I guess he spilled some last night. Anyways, either Trowa or Quatre have had a run in with Evil Heero, and he’s feeling the consequences. I say he got what he deserves. Dumping me again and then drinking himself stupid on tequila of all things, sheesh, you’d think he knew better?” He threw his arms crossing over his chest and slumped back into the chair brooding.

 

Wufei peered over his shoulder to make sure the injured pilot was still unconscious. “Did you think he might have drank because he loves you and is too afraid to admit it to himself?” He slapped himself mentally, ‘what are you thinking??? Dumbshit! You are never going to get with Duo that way unless…’. His mind came to a halt as the Emergency doors flickered in the bright sun, taking him away from his thoughts.

 

Duo ignored his last comment and climbed over the back of the seat to lift Heero a little, aiding Wufei at getting him out of the Jeep.

 

The hospital staff registered him and assessed, poked and prodded, and to their satisfaction, Heero had mainly two cracked ribs, a mild concussion, and was mildly suffering from alcohol poisoning. The doctor suggested Heero stay at the hospital until he recovered from the poisoning, which could take an unknown amount of time. Duo disliked the over use of the word “mild” but he shrugged and asked the doctor to phone him as soon as Heero awoke. The doctor nodded and left Duo and Wufei at his bedside, who then turned and left Heero alone and heavily sedate in the little sterile room.

 

The Jeep slipped out of the parking lot rather quickly, the wind gusted about, pulling strands of hair from Wufei’s tight ponytail. His fingers combed them back repeatedly, to no avail; they flopped back down and tickled his nose. After going over the same process at least ten times, he gave up and turned his attention to all too quiet passenger. “So?”

 

“So what?”

 

“Do you think that Heero got drunk because he was afraid to admit to himself that he loves you?”

 

“ARE YOU KIDDING???” The American hopped out of his seat and was leaning himself next to the driver. “I think he cares about nobody but himself, and used me.”

 

“I don’t know about that. Think about it Duo. Whenever you guys break up, you start seeing other people right?”

 

Duo nodded slightly, not really getting the point.

 

“Well, I think he was jealous. Always seeing you with other people. I mean, it seems he is holding back the second you guys get too close and serious. Correct me if I’m wrong, but, you guys seemed to be breaking up for the dumbest reasons, and it’s always him that breaks it off.” He swallowed hard; not fully willing to share some of his thoughts about the situation, considering it was never any of his business. “And last night, he confronted me about going to get you at the club. I let him believe that it wasn’t for innocent reasons. If I didn’t know better, I could swear he saw red. But I didn’t give it much thought last night; I just wanted to find you before you got into trouble. I think he broke into the tequila because he figured there was REAL competition with me. Almost like if he was giving up.”

 

Duo sat down, still beside Wufei, and played with the ejecting cup holders. “Oh. So you think he’s just afraid?”

 

Wufei nodded and thanked Quatre in his thoughts for not wanting bucket seats in the Jeep. He could feel the warmth from Duo’s leg through his baggy pants. (Plaid comfy flannel ones I might add)

 

“Afraid of ‘lil ole me?” he began to muse at the possibilities. Then a certain thought hit him. “What happened last night? I know you were there, but I can’t remember a thing.”

 

He cringed at the question. What was he to tell him? ‘Well Duo, we confessed our lusty desires to each other, and kissed very passionately. Oh yeah! You also begged me to fuck you over and over, and stupid me, I said no!’ That was going to go over like a lead balloon and he knew it. There really was no way to play down the previous evening’s events, but he was going to try as hard as he humanly could. “Well, I found you at The Club Next door.”

 

“Oh please don’t tell me I had a needle stuck in my arm like the last time”, he blurted out, cutting off Wufei.

 

“Um, no. You weren’t with any needles when I got there.”

 

Duo relaxed and thinned his lips. “Heero was very mad at me for a while after that incident. Okay, forget I said that.”

 

“Like I was saying, I found you. Then we left, you nearly threw up all over yourself, we drove home, and I put you to bed, end of story.”

 

Duo cranked up an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

 

He nodded.

 

“Bull shit! I’m a very talkatively truthful drunk. I must have said something to freak you out.”

 

“No, it was simply uneventful. However, there was a very large man that loomed around you like a body guard who refused to let me get within ten feet of you.”

 

Duo chucked, “Phil’s just a big baby. All you have to do is tell him off and he runs away. But, I think more than that happened.”

 

Wufei began biting at his lower lip nervously.

 

The brunette turned to the raven-haired and brought himself to his ear. “More happened, and I think you had something to do with it” he purred softly into his ear.

 

He bit harder into his lip and shook his head in defiance.

 

“I told you didn’t I?” he whispered into his ear again.

 

“Wh… what’s that?”

 

“I told you about what I’ve been doing lately haven’t I? And don’t shake your head at me because I see it all over your face.” He paused for a moment, contemplating what to say or do next. “Ever since Heero and I have been having problems, I have been hanging around you a lot haven’t I?”

 

Wordlessly, and nervously, Wufei shrugged.

 

“I know you’ve noticed, because you notice EVERYTHING. And I also have been sending you messages that I think you never really received until last night. The problem is, I don’t remember exactly what I said or how you reacted.” He began to nuzzle the nape of Wufei’s neck, blowing soft and warm breath on his earlobe.

 

Wufei found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the road while Duo was putting him in sensory bliss. He squinted his eyes and attempted to focus on his driving, however, the more he focused, the more aroused he became. Before he could consider thinking unsexy thoughts, his arousal pushed itself in his loose pants, and Duo would be sure to notice.

 

Breaking himself from cradling Wufei’s neck, Duo’s hand roamed over the front of his loose t-shirt, tenderly massaging his abdomen. “Wufei, you feel tense”, he looked down to Wufei’s groin, “in more way than one. I guess this answers my question.” His other hand reached up and massaged his pituitary area while his lips nipped and sucked at his jaw line, with the first hand moving lower and lower down his abdomen, playing with his navel and waistband of his pants.

 

“What about Heero?” he barely managed to speak through his torn thoughts. ‘The road. Duo. The road. Duo. The ROAD! DUO!’

 

“Heero dumped me. I’m free to do as I chose. Or should I say ‘who’ I chose.” The hand that was playing with the waistband dipped lower and began to rub Wufei’s hardness through the flannel cloth.

 

He let out a load moan, closing his eyes for a moment and nearly swerving into on-coming traffic.

 

Duo giggled into his ear as he licked it provocatively. He rubbed Wufei a little faster, and moved his body lower onto the floor of the Jeep, into a kneeling position. The other hand was tugging his pants down to release Wufei’s erection.

 

“What are you doing?” he asked through gasps.

 

“Just relax and let Duo work.”

 

“Work?? I’m driving!”

 

“I know.”

 

Wufei lifted his hips off the seat to facilitate Duo’s removal of his pants, accidentally stepping harder onto the gas. The Jeep speed up suddenly, and Duo knocked his head on the cup holders.

 

“Relax Wufei, I know what I’m doing.” He pulled his pants just above his knees and began to stroke the soft, warm stiffness.

 

“You know what you’re doing? You’ve done this before?” He asked panicked.

 

“No, but I have seen this done in countless movies.” His wrist flicked up and down slowly. “Now just relax,” he soothed huskily, “this won’t hurt a bit.” He leaned his chest onto his lap, hands working tenderly at his thighs and gently placed the tip of his tongue on Wufei’s eager length. He lapped up the little droplets of pre-sex moisture that gathered in the tiny divot, and ran his tongue underneath and around the shaft.

 

Wufei thrashed his head against the headrest and lost control of the wheel, the jeep swerved all over the empty highway. He had never felt such tingling pleasure in his life; it was encompassing all his nerves and turned them to jelly. His eyes widened at the sudden realization that this wasn’t a dream as per usual, but strange reality suckling on him, while driving nonetheless. It was a wet dream leaping from his sheets. He was almost prepared to blow at the very erotic situation, but held back, enjoying the smooth caresses of Duo’s hands on his thighs.

 

Wufei’s reaction was exactly what the braided boy was anticipating, and often hoped he could eventually play out this daring act on the Chinese boy that haunted his vision at times when he was being thrusted into by Heero. He caught himself from muttering Wufei’s name in the heat of passion at least twice. The fantasies were imbedding themselves into his reality, and finally, he was making them true, as he played with his tightening love muscle (HEY Curvy Fork…yeah you! LOL! Can you find another word for this for me that doesn’t sound too corny? If this one works for you, heck use it, but I don’t like it -_-‘) with the flat of his tongue. Duo was really getting into the groans escaping from Wufei’s lips, and, although he was already aroused, he too was getting harder by each moan and gasp. He needed release, yet, was fixed on pleasuring Wufei. He lifted one of his legs onto the seat, balancing his body more comfortably on the one knee planted on the floor, essentially straddling the seat sideways. His head bobbed with more ease onto Wufei, and soon found himself grinding his groin against the soft cool leather of the seat, and building towards climax.

 

Between keeping his eyes on the road, and relishing in the sweet pleasure that Duo was putting forth from his hot mouth, his eyes ventured onto the magic maker, and found he was practically thrusting himself into the seat, making him all the more turned on, to see his lover pleasing himself subconsciously and desperately. His eyes veered to the road for a second, and back to his partner, who was now reaching into his own pants and stroking himself wildly. Wufei being a little of a voyeur, reeled at the utmost fantasy coming to life, to see Duo pleasure himself at his expense. The sensory overload became too much to bare, as Duo thrusted his mouth tightly and playfully on his erection, and stroking himself at the same rhythm. “Oh God Duo…” his knuckles went white on the wheel; he licked his dry lips and savored the last electrical second before he spent himself into Duo’s mouth.

 

He sat up slowly pumping himself to climax, as Wufei sluggishly pulled to the gravel shoulder of the highway. His face twisted in zeal as he muttered Wufei’s name is the pulsating orgasm; his passion spurting onto the dash and the confounded cup holders. He slumped against Wufei, “we haven’t even kissed yet.” He began to pout.

 

Wufei lifted his chin with the tips of his fingers and pressed his lips firmly against Duo’s. “We kissed last night.”

 

The cell phone rang.

 

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