| Pizza Hut... Chapter 10...finally. We took a week and a half off to settle some things at Trinity's real Pizza Hut. And a few other personal matters, but we're back and ready for the next chapter. Warnings: Masturbation... the other view of chapter 9. Don't own, Don't sue, oh well, poor you. Pairings: 2x2, 2+1+2 Chapter Ten. Saturday Evening. Duo's View. "Duo..." Quatre called across my empty dinning room, "Phone call! Line two!" "Put them on hold!" I call back to her. I toss my towel on an empty table that I was going to get to. I make my way to the front counter. "Hello?" I answer the phone. "Duo! Where were you last night? I sat up worrying about you the entire night..." Hilde started yelling at me. I set the phone counsel on the floor and streach the phone cord to the back of the store. I walk back to the dishroom and grab my clean silverware. She yells off my ear while I work on cleaning up my dinning room. 'Why is she doing this to me, we're not married, we don't live together, she shouldn't care if I go have a night out with the guys. Aw crap. I left Heero at my house. ' I rubbed the bridge of my nose. 'I ought to call and see if he's still there.' "Hilde, you're at work, aren't you?" "Yes." she pauses her ranting to answer my question. "Don't you have some management paperwork or something to do instead of yelling about what I do in my free time? Look I have a lot of stuff to do, please let me go back to work." "Don't you talk to me like that." She began. "Hilde, lots of stuff, I'm never going to get out on time, if you don't let me get off the phone." "I have my work caught up, so I can talk to you all I want." I breathe a heavy sigh. Quatre quirks his head at me from his section of the counter. I shrug. "Duo, I sat a table in smoking. They need a pitcher of Budweiser." Quatre says very loudly. "Thank you, Quatre. Hilde I have to go." "Sounds like it. Call me later." "Bye." "Bye." She hangs up with a touch of sadness in her voice. I pick the counsol off the floor and dial my home number. "Pick up...Heero, please pick up..." the phone continues ringing. "Having problems?" Quatre asked me. "Nah," I hung up the phone, "Heero must have let himself out. Do you know what his pager number is?" "Nope. Sorry. Are you close to being done?" "Yea, I just have to finish this." I point at the silverware I was working on. "And reset my tables." "Okay, finish that and you may go. I'll finish up here." "Thanks." I hurry along my work and clock out. I run to my car. 'I hope he's still there. I just want to see him again. But he prolly already left. Eh...fuck it. Even he did leave, I'll see him Wednesday at work. But I don't get to see him at peace and sleeping, even if he had a hangover. And I don't get to kiss him at work, like that will ever happen again. Shit, if he ever knew about that, he'd pound my head into the pavement. Ah yes, home.' I pull into the driveway. Toffee, my chocolate lab, was barking from the fence. "Hey Toffee. How's my favorite chocolate pumpkin head?" I open the gate. She runs to me, eagerly licking my face. "Did I leave you in the yard all day? Lets get you some food." We go in the house. I take off her collar and I make Toffee a bowl of dog food. She dives right into it. I skip up the staircase to my bedroom where I had left Heero earlier this afternoon. "Hee-chan?" I peek around the corner. "Huh, no Heero. He mustva gone home." I lifted my work uniform over my head. I threw it and my undershirt on the floor. I grab a towel from the hall closet and made my way to the bathroom. I swung the door open to find someone taking a shower. I looked through the clouded glass to see the silhouette of Heero. I quickly shut the door, leaving it slightly open. I looked at him. He was braced against the wall with one hand, his head thrown back in a silent cry. I follow his other hand down to his fingers wrapped loosely around his cock. 'Okay, Duo...breathe...he's only jerking off...' I smacked myself in the head. 'But this is Heero jerking off...Heero doesn't do this...I thought Heero didn't know the slightest thing about sex...guess I was wrong. Oh, God, is he hot.' I took notice of the large buldge in my work pants. I shimmied out of my pants. I threw into my room. I watch Heero fondle himself. I watch him moan in pleasure. 'I wonder what he's thinking right now?' I think to myself. I rub myself through my boxers. My hand quickly finds itself inside, withdrawing my engorged cock. 'What is it about him that does this to me....' I rub myself quickly hoping to finish before his attention is brought to my moans on the other side of the door. I come across my hand and the floor. I watch Heero give one final moan before he comes across himself. He then slips to his knees. I collaspe against the wall, catching my breath, watching him all the while. Toffee leaps up the stairs and licks me off. Her tongue tickling me. "Toffee, stop." I whisper. She sits down and cocks her head at me. Her ears perk up at the sound of Heero's panting. She pushes past the door. I reach for her collar. 'Shit, I took her collar off.' I watch as Toffee pressed her wet nose against the glass. Heero panicked when the door opened. He spoke softly to my dog. He dried off and put his shorts back on. 'He's coming out...what to do, what to do...Run!' I ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a pepsi. I walked up the stairs again after I calmed down. I pushed open the bedroom door. "Hey, you are still here." "Yeah." He says, cold emotionless face back in place. "Wanna go home?" I ask him. "Sure." He stands up from the bed, pullling his shirt over his head. "Don't mind that I took a shower." "Nah, don't mind at all." I brush my hand through my bangs 'Nope, if you masturbate in the shower often, then you can take a shower here more often.' I run to the closet and grab a fresh shirt and a pair of jeans. I walked him out to his car, Toffee waiting at the screen door, whining for my return. "So, when do you work next?" I ask him "Thursday." he replies. He gets in his truck and starts the engine. "I guess I'll see you then." He drives off and wave goodbye to him. 'I won't get to see him for five days.' I wrap my arms around my waist. 'Five days...' To Be Continued... Back to the Library? |