It's Your Fault
by Veste Notus
He said it. And I really didn’t know what to do. I think he was just commenting on my silent nature.
“Heero, you need to get laid.”
Crude words from a crude boy. Of course I glared at him in keeping with my strong and solid nature. On the inside though, I was a mess. After he left, I made a mad dash to my laptop and typed in a few key words. Okay, so I was agreeing with the braided one. But that didn’t matter to me. I had to know. I had to know what the fuss was about this thing called “sex”.
A weeks and a few hundred websites later, and I was practically a master of all techniques and pairings. But nothing really…excited me… Until the day I saw that one website…
It was of two boys. Their faces were twisted in ecstasy as they press up against each other. Their eyes were closed. I felt as though I could almost hear their moans. I could almost feel their heated passion. And then, for the first time in my life, I felt…excited…
Correction. Very excited.
It was something so new to me. I must admit, I was very curious. I quickly shut down my laptop tried to think of something else. A few moments later, I was back to normal. But when I closed my eyes and thought about that picture…
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t sure what my sexual preference was. That blonde girl kept hitting on me, but she’s not my type. Actually, I doubt she’s really anyone’s type. Her voice is far too shrill to want to hear cry out anything, let alone your name when she climaxes. That’s a sick thought.
I shivered visibly before realizing where I was.
“Something wrong?”
“Hn.”
“…”
“Ano, Trowa…” I had a question burning on my mind, and it couldn’t wait. I may be the so called “Perfect Soldier”, but even *I* have my limitations. This happened to be one.
“Hai, Heero?”
“You like boys?” It actually came out more of statement than a question. I guess I was asking if it was true, even though I knew it. Trowa looked at me with his one green eye for a little while. I’m sure he was as confused as hell as to why I asked/told him that.
Then he laughed. I really didn’t expect that. I felt so open and exposed. I don’t think I liked it.
“Heero, you have nothing to worry about.” he finally managed to get out. He put a hand on my shoulder. “You and I are just friends.”
“That’s not what I meant, Trowa.”
“What do you mean then?”
“You and …”
“Quatre? What about him?” I looked up and saw Trowa’s pale cheeks tainted with a soft blush. I could believe I was asking him this, but…
“…what’s it like…?”
“What?”
“…”
“…”
Trowa’s silence was more of an understanding one. He coughed into his hand to clear his throat, and I noticed his cheeks stained yet another shade of red.
“Very good.”
Trowa got out of his chair and walked out of the room. I must have scared him. No. He came back, this time with Quatre alongside him. Quatre was his usual, giggly self.
“So much so that I cannot stop being with him.”
Trowa’s answer was complete enough. It was my turn to leave the room. I traveled back to my bedroom and turned the laptop back on. I had a mission. I packed. I was off.
Eighteen hours later, I got the gracious opportunity to unpack and relax in a run-down motel. The room was ungodly small with a double bed, an armchair that matched nothing in the room, and a desk with the world’s most uncomfortable wooden chair. There was a T.V., but I was broken. So was the air conditioning. It was mid-July. I was trapped. Thank gods the shower worked.
But aside from being in an overheated and tiny room, I was stuck. Stuck with *him*. Duo had last minute been called to assist me in the mission. There wasn’t time to change the sleeping arrangements. We were stuck with what we had. And of course there wasn’t enough floor space to sit down, let alone sleep on.
“It’s too goddamn hot in here.” he said for the thirtieth time, discarding yet another layer of black, sweat-soaked clothing. Needless to say, he was down to his last shreds of clothes about half an hour later.
He sat there in the armchair. I was at the desk typing away on my laptop. By he just sat there in his black boxers. I knew he was looking at me. I tried not to notice, but I could feel his eyes on me… I tried to stay perfectly still, save for my hands typing.
“I’m gonna hit the showers” he finally announced, and paraded over to the bathroom. The heat of the room must have thrown him off, for he left the door to the bathroom wide open. The only thing between me and seeing the braided one stark naked in the shower was just a tiny layer of off-white plastic.
And I just sat and watched. I’d long since stopped typing on my laptop and found myself gazing… no… openly staring at him. I could hear his voice humming a tune and I found myself getting hard just watching the way his silhouette moved in tune to his humming. I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath.
/You like boys/
//I do not!//
/Do so!/
//Well, maybe just one//
/So you admit it!/
//I don’t like boys, just this boy!//
My eyes snapped open. I briefly reviewed the conversation I just had with myself and wondered how long I’d been doing that. So that’s it then. I like Duo. He makes me hard. Plain and simple. The sound of the shower being turned off snapped me out of my self reverence. I had to think of a way to end my… excitement… before it got too obvious.
Duo immerged from the shower like a dream… a very wet dream… in all senses of the phase. He had a crappy cream colored towel wrapped around his pale, lithe body. Damn. It was getting harder and harder to stop myself. He didn’t stay up for much later. Instead, he just hopped into bed and pulled the single sheet over his body… his nude body! I swallowed hard.
Making my way slowly to the bed, I slipped off my tank top and lay beside him. Hard? Very. The mere knowledge that this oh-so-sexy boy was completely naked and asleep beside me was enough to bring me to the edge. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Slowly, tentatively, I slid my hands over to grab the fabric that covered him. I very gently began to remove it, bit by bit, until finally, my eyes could gaze at the sleeping beauty. My breath hitched when I’d looked down at what I’d revealed. My cock pressed achingly hard against my spandex shorts. I couldn’t stop my hand any longer. I slipped my hand down under my shorts and began to caress the heated flesh within.
What I found there was bliss.
It was my first time, I admit, but it was pure bliss. Gods. My fist closed around my throbbing arousal and slowly moved up and down. My mind screamed and all I could think about was how good it felt. I let my eyes fall on Duo as I pleasured myself for the first time, silently wishing it was his hand bringing such ecstasy. The pad of my thumb ran over the head of my cock and gathered the moisture at the tip. I swirled it around in small circles, shuddering all the while.
My nerves of steel were reduced to nerves of thread. Steadily breaking thread. I couldn’t hold it much longer. My hand was frantically moving and I could barely keep up with the pleasure I was bringing. My body started to spasm suddenly. My back arched into a bow as I silently cried out my completion, foreign liquid warmth coating my hand and stomach.
So…good…
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