Under the Weather
by Helen
“Oh yeah right, Mr. We-don’t-need-the-Gundams!! We could at least be
warm and DRY in them rather than soaking wet! What if we catch a cold?
Or pneumonia? Or hypothermia? Or…”
“Shut. *UP*. Duo!”
Heero’s irritation got the better of him and he sighed in annoyance as
he thought back on how he had gotten into this mess.
They were just finishing up an intelligence-gathering mission when a
streak of lightning flashed across the darkened sky. Judging from the
thunder that rumbled a few seconds afterward it was clear that the storm
was close by. Quickly downloading the rest of the needed information
and uploading a virus into the main computer, both Heero and Duo tried
to escape, but not before catching the attention of some OZ soldiers.
Immediately they started to fire various sized darts at the two pilots
and Heero assumed they were all tranquilizers.
Fortunately, they managed to dodge all the shots easily (since they had
“lousy aim” according to Duo) and dashed away from the OZ base.
Looking up at the cloudy sky, they hoped that they could beat the storm back
to the safe house.
Unfortunately they didn’t.
Now Duo was complaining since he was soaking wet. They both were, but
Heero wasn’t as bothered by it as Duo was. And also the fact that
Heero wouldn’t voice his displeasure just because of a “little” rain. The
safe house was still a long way off and the storm didn’t seem to want
to let up anytime soon.
‘At least the thunder and lightning stopped,’ he thought to himself.
They could find some shelter under the trees up ahead without the fear
of being electrocuted.
Stumbling on the wet grass to the first tree in sight, Duo let out a
long sigh.
“Finally!” He proceeded to unbutton his priest outfit. “Do you have
any *idea* how damn heavy this thing gets when it’s wet?”
“That’s why you shouldn’t wear it baka.”
“Well, it’s better than wearing… *that*.” Duo retorted, gesturing at
Heero’s apparel.
Heero ignored the braided boy and went to sit next to him while Duo
continued to get the black clothing off). The Japanese teen ran his hand
through the bangs that were plastered to his forehead, only to have
them fall forward again, messier than ever. Giving up, he wrung out some
of the water from the hem of his green tank top, but he was becoming
uncomfortable since it was sticking to his back.
“Um…Heero? A little help?” Heero looked up to see that the other
pilot had pushed the outer black clothing from his shoulders and let it
hang on his elbows. But his hands were tangled in the bunched up material
and try as he might, he couldn’t slip them through. Heero resisted the
urge to roll his eyes as he kneeled behind the squirming American.
“Stop moving.” Duo immediately ceased and Heero pushed the material
away to see where Duo was trapped. Holding onto the clothing around
Duo’s hand, he pulled it off easily. Moving to the other hand, he made
slight contact with it, but still a spark jumped between them. Quickly
pulling the material away and thus freeing Duo, he moved back to his
original spot and rubbed his hand discreetly on his spandex shorts, trying
to forget the small shock.
“Thanks man. I owe ya.” Duo let the black clothing hang behind him
since it was tucked into his pants and he lifted his white T-shirt from
his body. Heero glanced over at Duo who was now naked from the waist
up. He noticed how… incredibly *lean* the other was. Calculating the
amount of calories the American intakes per day, subtracting the amount
he burns off through exercising and taking metabolism plus various
things like missions into the equation, there was no way he could be that
thin… no slim… no… slender? Surprisingly, that word fitted Duo
perfectly. Eyes trailing over smooth muscles of the other’s chest, Heero felt a
strange heat creep up his cheeks. Placing a hand to his head, he
wondered if he had a fever.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Heero looked up to see Duo standing and wringing
out his white shirt.
“Nothing,” he said, but taking note of his quicker heartbeat. He
*hoped* it was nothing.
“You sure?” Duo came up and placed his own hand on Heero’s forehead.
Heero became alarmed as his heart rate escalated even more. While
trying to suppress it he couldn’t help but close his eyes as Duo cupped his
face.
“You don’t feel hot. But then again, perhaps you should get rid of
that wet tank top. I mean with it sticking onto your back like that.”
Duo took his hand away and Heero opened his eyes to see him continuing to
wring out his shirt. Biting his lip a bit, he maneuvered himself to
kneel as he grabbed the hem of his tank top. He took a glimpse up at Duo
again to see the other pilot looking down at him and smiling.
“What?” he asked in all innocence. “I can turn around if you want.”
Heero steeled himself. He couldn’t let whatever it was get the better
of him. In one swift motion he pulled his tank top over his head and
sat back a bit on his shoes. Luckily they didn’t run into any mud
puddles and the only thing sticking to the soles of his shoes were bits of
wet grass. He began to wring out his tank top and Duo chuckled to
himself as he followed suit.
Managing to get most of the water out, Heero parted his feet to sit
between them, paying no attention to the wet grass beneath his shins. He
was also inwardly grateful that his spandex shorts provided some sort
of protection from the moisture. He held the green material before him
and flicked it, spraying some water outward. As he was smoothing out
his tank top he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Duo seemed to
be done with his own and was moving behind him. He dismissed him,
thinking that he was probably going to find a seat on one of the large
raised tree roots.
He, of course, didn’t think that Duo would sit down right on top of his
still wet shoes, straddling him from behind.
“Duo?! What are you *doing*?!” Heero said, managing to keep most of
the panic out of his voice. Heero moved forward, trying to break away,
but Duo curled his arms under Heero’s and raised them up to put his
hands on Heero’s shoulders, pulling him back. Heero’s breath hitched when
his bare back was pressed against Duo’s naked chest.
“What’s wrong Heero?” he asked softly, pressing his cheek against
Heero’s. “You sure you don’t have a fever or anything?”
“N-no. I never get sick.”
“Really now… You feel awfully warm to me…” Duo replied while slowly
rubbing his cheek up and down the Japanese boy’s face.
“Duo, y--“ Heero turned his head slightly and his eyes widened as they
met with Duo’s. His half-lidded eyes… glazed over with want… need… and
desire. Heero wrenched out of Duo’s hold and turned around to face the
American. Grabbing the other’s shoulders, he shook him.
“Duo, what’s wrong with you?” He was shocked when Duo smiled at him…
almost wickedly.
“Wrong? Why should anything be wrong?” Duo brought his hands up to
clutch onto Heero’s biceps. Heero shook them off and ran his own over
Duo’s body, checking for any penetration that the darts may have made and
desperately trying to ignore the sounds that Duo was making while doing
so. Finally he located it.
A black, almost miniscule dart embedded near Duo’s hip. He pulled it
out and cursed as he recognized it to be a fairly mild aphrodisiac.
‘K’so, what the *hell* were those OZ soldiers thinking?’ Heero tossed
it aside. ‘Probably they weren’t… they were quite incompetent since
they couldn’t even aim well.’ He dug his hands into his hair as he tried
to think. ‘Since it was quite mild, it must have taken a while for it
to take effect.’ Heero tensed as Duo draped himself on his shoulders
from behind. ‘Mild or not, it is still affecting the baka worse than I
thought it would.’
“Get off Duo…” he said as threateningly as he could.
“Aww why? It’s comfy here.” The braided boy chuckled softly as he
wrapped his arms around the other’s neck and pressed his nose lightly
against the nape, inhaling deeply. “You smell nice…” Then with one hand,
he trailed it downwards, brushing past Heero’s nipple.
“Duo, s-stop,” Heero breathed out as he started to feel limp from the
way Duo was touching him. “You don’t want to do this…”
“Mmm of course I do,” the American whispered, using both hands to
caress Heero’s firm chest.
“You’ve been hit with a mild aphrodisiac, D-Duo. You’ll regret this if
you don’t… if you don’t… stop!” Heero managed to gasp out. He was
leaning heavily against Duo, his mind starting to become fuzzy. He didn’t
understand why he was still trying to reason with the other pilot when
he could easily fight back and subdue him. Perhaps it was because this
was the first time he’d felt this way… so weak from something so
simple… and he wanted to know how far this could be taken.
“On the contrary, I regret that I didn’t do this earlier.” Duo cupped
Heero’s face and turned it so that the other pilot could see his eyes.
“You’re… so perfect Heero. If it takes an aphrodisiac to make me lose
all inhibitions… to make all my fears disappear… then so be it.”
Without giving a chance for Heero to argue he quickly pressed his lips to
their counterpart, silencing the Japanese teen effectively.
His hands continued their gentle caress while Duo slipped his tongue
into the warm crevice, seeking out Heero’s. He savored the deep groans
emanating from the other’s throat as he suckled the wet, slick muscle.
Reaching the black spandex, Duo sneaked a finger into the waistband and
slowly trailed it from one side to the other. Then, he slid another
three into the tight material, sliding them all further inside and
causing Heero to gasp so much that they broke the hot kiss.
“Ahh… Duo,” Heero said in a strangled voice. He glanced down and saw
Duo’s hand moving within his shorts. He was already hard and it was so
close to his need. “Lower… lower…” he pleaded, not realizing he was
saying it out loud.
“As you wish,” Duo said softly into his ear, making Heero shiver.
Heero’s eyes were fixed onto the other pilot’s hand as it moved lower. He
pushed upward a bit as if trying to make it reach its destination
quicker. Finally, when it grasped his erection, Heero threw his head back
and let it rest on Duo’s shoulder.
“Oh yes…” He closed his eyes and just savored the delicious strokes
that Duo was giving his hardened passion. The callous hand… his tight
spandex… both sparking such intense pleasure that he began to pant. Heero
felt Duo pushing his shorts down his hips but he was beyond caring. In
no time they were down to his thighs and his bare bottom met with the
damp grass, but he took no notice as his freed erection tasted the cool
air and the diminishing rain. When Duo pushed the black material
further down Heero toed off his shoes and soon he was only clad with wet
socks, his spandex bunched up into a ball near his feet. The rest of
Duo’s clothing soon followed.
Duo glanced at Heero, who was tense from the chilly rain. With a small
lustful smile he immediately reached over and wrapped his arms around
the other boy. Heero surprised him when he sagged against him, putting
his full weight on the American.
“Comfy ne?” Duo asked, nuzzling Heero’s hair with his cheek. He only
received a slight nod in response, which made him smile even more. Duo
shifted to the side, supporting Heero with one arm so that he could lie
flat on the ground. Following his descent, Duo once again pressed his
lips to Heero’s when the Japanese teen’s head touched the soft green
blades. Trailing one hand down the side of the other pilot, Duo shifted
his bare leg in-between Heero’s and pressed upward, spreading them
along the way.
When Duo finally released Heero, he was panting heavily. Smirking, he
trailed his lips down the other’s jaw to his slender neck. Kissing and
suckling the rapid pulse, he continued all the way to the smooth chest.
After lapping at the dewdrops that collected from the misty rain Duo
latched onto a caramel nipple. Heero arched his back and groaned,
fisting the grass and almost ripping it from the ground. Quickly switching
to the other nipple, Duo intensified the pleasure that Heero was
receiving.
“Duo… oh Duo…” Heero’s voice came out in low, heated pants. Moments
later Heero felt the pleasing mouth head south towards his groin and he
waited with barely suppressed anticipation. A choked cry escaped his
throat when a hot tongue slowly licked from the base of his painfully
hard erection to its head. As the licks continued Heero unconsciously
bent his legs and spread them as wide as they could go.
“Oh god!” The Japanese teen almost sat up when Duo took him fully into
his mouth, swallowing him effortlessly. Through his pleasure-fogged
mind Heero barely felt a cool wet finger slowly press through his most
intimate opening. When another joined the first, a slight discomfort
made itself known and he tried not to squirm and tried to focus only on
the wet cavern enveloping his passion. Finally a third wormed its way in
and Heero took a sharp breath mixed with pleasure and a fragment of
pain.
Duo’s ears perked up at the sound and he released the now slick and
dripping erection. He came up to lick the shell of Heero’s ear and
whispered a soft “Gomen…” before flicking at the earlobe and slowly shifting
his fingers deep inside. As time continued, Duo’s probing started to
increase in pace and with the last drops of rainwater, Heero‘s deadly
grip on the green blades loosened.
Feeling Duo on top of him… covering him with his own body… Heero felt
protected and for once… safe. This feeling was a hundred times more
than the hugs he’d received earlier.
Before he could have the sufficient amount of time to savor it though,
Duo got up and removed his fingers. Pulling off the elastic on his
braid and shaking it out, he hooked his arms under Heero’s legs and
pressed forward into the tight channel.
“Ahh!!” Heero tensed up since the size of Duo couldn’t compare with
three fingers. The other pilot immediately nuzzled Heero’s neck, nipping
and licking the tender flesh. Soon he was seated completely to the
hilt and Heero could do nothing but pant heavily. Duo raised his head and
violet held onto cobalt blue, not willing to let go. With chestnut
falling all around and shielding him from everything, Heero couldn’t see
anything but Duo.
Then Duo slowly pulled out and pushed back in. Only until after
repeating a few times did he begin to move faster, stroking Heero’s inner
walls with his length just like his long hair was caressing his chest and
arms. Moans flowed out of two mouths continuously, along with low
pants and occasional erotic cries.
“Oh yes… harder please… please!!” Heero screamed as Duo brushed against
his sweet spot. He became limp upon the grass, not being able to move
a muscle as he was overwhelmed with passion.
“Heero… you’re so incredible,” Duo whispered above him as he firmly
grasped Heero’s wet erection and pumped quickly while his thrusts
escalated to an almost frenzied state. The Japanese boy came with a hoarse
shout, creamy liquid spurting onto his chest. He clamped down onto Duo
and the other released deep within him. Heero closed his eyes and bit
his bottom lip gently as he felt the warm fluid enter him. He opened
them when Duo collapsed on him.
“God… I love you,” he heard him say tiredly. Looking down at the other
pilot, Heero saw that he was already asleep. Carefully wrapping his
arms around him, he finally let his emotions spill.
Once Heero composed himself, he finally got up off the ground. Somehow
managing to get them both clothed again and the sleeping Duo onto his
back, Heero trekked the rest of the way back to the safe house.
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