Notes: This fic was written before "Laughter and Midnight Smiles" but takes place after it, on the same night. (While not my first fic, this is technically the first one I wrote that was made public on the internet.)
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How did I get here? Sprawled on the carpet with dried come flaking like snakeskin on my chest? I stretch my arms up with a sigh, and enjoy the feeling of being naked in the warm embrace of a summer night.
I can hear you breathing. I turn on my side and prop my head on my hand. You're standing at the window, and I watch as you take a slow swallow from a bottle of water. Memory comes rushing back in little ripples, and I shiver as my body relives the feeling of you inside me.
"Heero," I say. I put everything into your name: Love. Desire. Gratitude. Fear.
You set the bottle down on the sill. A bead of condensation drips down the plastic. You come back to me and lower yourself to sit cross-legged beside me. You're smiling, one of your rare smiles that curves just the edges of your mouth, but glows warm in your eyes.
"Heero," I say again, only now the fear is gone, replaced by the certainty that your closeness makes me feel. All is right between us. More right than ever.
"Duo," you murmur. Your voice is heavy and my name drops off your tongue like you're saying it for the first time.
You pick up my hand from where it rested on my hip and bring it to your lips. My cock twitches from such a simple sensation as your breath on my fingertips. Another smile, only this one comes with heavy lidded eyes and the brush your lips against my wrist.
I start to roll onto my back, but you stop me, holding my wrist captive and urging me to my knees. We're face to face now; I'm kneeling and trembling as the muscles of my legs strain to keep me leaning close enough to kiss you.
Our midnight kisses were fevered and fierce. Now the hours have passed and the world enjoys its silence. Our kiss reflects its character, and our tongues are slow and searching.
You taste like sex and sweat. I'm sure my mouth is much the same; the tang of your come still burns in my throat. Our tongues twist around one another and heat and desire builds. What had been slow, even breathing is now ragged gasping. I moan when you suck my tongue into your mouth and your hands abandon my jaw to caress my shoulders.
I arch my back and fall against you. Your palms slide their way down my back until your fingers are digging into my ass. I crawl into your lap and the intensity of our initial love making returns. I rock my hips and our erections grind together. Fever hot. Fever pitch. I cry out when you stop me.
"Lube," you say.
"In the top drawer," I reply, and nod my head in the direction of my bedside table.
You nudge me with your legs, urging me to stand. I don't want to move. I don't want to break contact. I want to say forget the lube, because I can still feel the result of our first coupling inside me, but you're already shifting and pulling away. The carpet is soft beneath my feet as I stand and pad over to the nightstand to dig through the assorted junk until I find the familiar bottle.
I flip it open with my thumb, and then you're behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist and biting at my shoulder. You take the bottle from my unresisting fingers, and a moment later, the wet tunnel of your fingers surrounds my erection. Your grip is firm. Part of me wonders if you're jerking me off the same way you jerk yourself off.
Your hand slows and you finish with a twist around the head of my cock that sends a jolt of pure pleasure shooting down my thighs.
"On the bed," you whisper, and I fall into the downy coverlet.
I spread my arms and legs to you, but you hold up your hand asking for me to wait. In the pale blue cast of the room, your fingers are glistening, and I watch as you apply more lube to them. When the liquid slides down to your knuckles, you flip your hand down.
Understanding and wonder floods me, and then you're placing the lube on the dresser and climbing onto the bed. You straddle me and a look of concentration settles on your face as you reach down to grasp my cock and place it at the entrance to your body.
I push up firmly, and with a bit of work I'm inside you. You drop down onto your hands and slide forward and back. I surrender myself to your rhythm, and it isn't long before I'm in you so deep that your ass slaps against my thighs and you're crying out with every thrust. The feeling is swift becoming too much to bear and I clutch at your back.
You stop and lean back, sitting back on my thighs. I try and thrust but you shake your head and I hiss with violent need. You grab my hand and twist it to spit in my palm, then guide it down onto your cock. As soon as I start pumping my fist, you start to move again, lifting yourself up and driving down with a low rumbling growl building in your throat.
I can't help but thrust again, and this time you let me. My heels dig into the bed as I buck my hips upwards. I stiffen and scream your name as I pump you full of my seed. Your orgasm follows only seconds later, shooting out in long streams to land in thick globs across my stomach.
You slide off and collapse next to me with gasps and groans. You nestle against me and drape an arm across my chest. Your come is cooling in the air and I know my skin will feel tight and itchy in the morning, but I don't care.
I shift onto my side and you tighten your grasp, holding me close as I hold you. I smile, a lazy thing that barely curves my lips. Lethargy seeps into my limbs, and with your breath warm on my neck, I know that all is right in the world.
