9-27-2001

gomen for posting this without responding to the feedback received on part 10 first, but real life has been a MAJOR pain in the butt ^_^;; i will try to reply to all comments soon... i hope ^_^;;

in the meantime.... part 11 is well..... very much unlike part 10 *giggles* it's much longer and contains citrus in leaps and bounds... and the end is reflective of my mood.......

disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment.
title: mercury rising
author: jana
cumulative: NC-17
archive: shinigami&wing http://www.1X2X1.org
warnings: yaoi, AU, light angst, POV in later parts, OOC (depends), citrus in various forms (too long a list to mention)
spoilers: you're kidding....right?
pairings: 2+1, 1X1, 2X2, 2X1 it's heero and duo, folks. do i ever write anything else?!?!
notes: my muses took off on this one. i'm trying to keep them in character as much as possible given the obvious total rewrite of their pasts. this was *supposed* to be another PWP, but it took on a life of its own and ended up to be fairly long and i'm pretty sure it's not a pwp anymore, but i'm unable to put my finger on exactly what it is. *sweatdrops* it is also the first time i've attempted to write a fic where heero and duo are NOT heero and duo... meaning there was no war and that they grew up having lived relatively normal lives; very much unlike their soldier counterparts. it is also my first attempt at a strict 2X1.

summary: heero and duo are both 20 and in college and it is summertime. they don't know each other.. but they will.

// thoughts //

 

Mercury Rising
Part 11

 

The next morning, Duo was waiting for me when I arrived at the pool. I was pleased to see him there; if not curious as to the sudden turn of events. He was dressed in only his shorts today and had his hair pulled back in a loose ponytail instead of its standard braid. He appeared to be very relaxed; in body posture as well.

I set my coffee cup down on the table and sat in the chair beside him. "You going to swim this morning?"

He shook his head. "Just figured I'd watch you... if you don't mind."

I reached out for my cup and took a sip. "I don't. Sounds rather boring though."

"It's not."

I felt a more than a little self-conscious as I took off my shirt feeling his eyes on me. His face showed no statement though; it was more as if he was looking through me rather than at me. "Sure you don't want to come in?"

He shook his head and I stepped up onto the diving board and started my standard morning swim; exiting the pool 20 minutes later and drying off as I stood beside him; noting that he was still watching me.

I pulled the chaise lounge out into the sun and laid down; shielding my eyes from the strong rays as I turned and looked toward him.

"Wanna go inside?"

I wondered why he waited until I laid down to ask me, but accepted his invitation in silence, rising and following him into the guest house. It different this morning; more so than it had the night of his party. It had taken on part of him. I couldn't exactly place what it was that had changed; only that it had.... and drastically. There was an feeling of ease as I walked behind him and into the living space. A large wooden easel had been set up in the corner; several crumbled papers littering the floor around it. It hadn't been there the night before.

"You draw?" I hadn't given much thought to the question before I'd thrown it out. He was a student of the arts, architecture in particular; perhaps a more idyllic form. It should have been obvious to me.

He didn't take my ignorance as such; responding to it with a question of his own. "Sit for me?"

I was confused at first, thinking he'd not heard what I'd said, but he clarified his statement. "Will you let me draw you?"

I nodded in appreciation of his more familiar laymen's terms and in acceptance of his request. "What do I have to do?"

He averted his eyes toward the couch. "Just sit there with your usual scowl on"

I looked up at him in surprise. "I prefer to call it a brood."

"Call it whatever you want.. " he winked. "... just do it."

I seated myself on the couch, trying not to concern myself with the position of my legs or where my hands fell to rest; adjusting them several times anyway.

"Don't try to pose."

I shifted a bit on the couch and looked over at him. "This okay?"

He had already brought the pencil down onto the paper; glancing at me out of the corner of his eye for just an instant. "Yeah."

I sat and tried to distract myself by thinking about how I needed to change the GUI [9] on the program I was working on. The visuals were turning out to be the most challenging for me.

"Do think about me when you masturbate?"

My head shot up and I looked at him; recalling that evening he'd caught me doing exactly that in his bathroom. "You know I do.... or did you forget?"

He looked over at me and shook his head; continuing to move his pencil over the paper. "No. I mean since we've been fooling around."

"Oh. Umm... Yeah." My cheeks felt warm and I lowered my head and looked off to the side.

"Stay still. I can't draw you if you're moving."

I stilled and watched as he concentrated on the paper; his eyes darting up every minute or two to look at me.

"Why did you want to know?"

"Just curious. I'm almost done here."

Several more minutes passed and he took a step back to stare at his work before flipping the completed drawing over the top of the easel. "One more?"

"Didn't like that one?"

"No. It came out quite good actually. I was thinking of something a little more suggestive this time."

"How suggestive?"

"I want you to masturbate for me"

I was only marginally surprised by his request. "That's more than just a little suggestive."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I didn't say I didn't want to." I stood and slid my shorts down, tossing them aside before looking up at him. "Should I take my shirt off as well?"

"Whatever you feel comfortable doing."

I decided I'd leave it on and kneeled on the couch, lowering myself back down onto my calves and parting my legs slightly. "Is this okay?"

He nodded and brought his pencil down to the paper, looking over at me. "Try to pretend I'm not here."

It seemed like an impossible order, but I figured if he could detach himself from the situation, which judging by his demeanor he had; then I could as well. I leaned back against the sofa and reached down to take my arousal in hand. I was already semi-hard from the thought of what I was about to do. I looked down to watch as I wrapped my fingers around my cock; closing my eyes as I gradually increased the pace of the strokes.

"Take your time, Heero." his voice warned.

I slowed my movements and reached up underneath my t-shirt with my other hand; teasing one nipple and then moving on to harden the other.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You."

"Good. What about me? What am I doing?"

I opened my eyes and lifted my chin. His eyes were still on his easel, his right hand busy moving the pencil lightly over the paper. I didn't know if I could say what I was thinking. It's not that I was embarrassed.. I couldn't find the words to describe it.. not the way I was seeing it. "You're touching me.. everywhere... and it feels really good."

"I like making you feel good." He looked up and flashed me a smile; immediately refocusing on his work.

I let my left hand drift down and reached in between my legs; just passing the palm lightly over my balls. The sac hardened and drew upward under my touch and I rubbed it more firmly; moaning as I did so.

"Do you ever touch yourself more intimately? When you are alone?"

I knew what he was referring to. My explorations hadn't taken me that far yet. "No."

"Do I touch you that way in your fantasies, Heero?"

I nodded and began thrusting my hips forward, sliding my thumb over the head of my cock and forming a wet tunnel around its head; pushing my hips up into it. "Are you almost done?" I asked. I wasn't quite sure of how much longer I could hold out.

"Almost."

I closed my eyes tightly and brought my hand up to push my shirt out of the way; holding it there with my upper arms. I slid my hand back down to my balls; moving my other rapidly up and down my length. "Duo..."

"You can come now, Heero."

I gasped and threw my head back; rocking my hips forward as I pumped myself more rapidly; crying out as my cock began to twitch and gasping as each hot stream splashed against my chest. I opened my eyes to find Duo very much captivated by my climax; closing them again as the last of orgasms tremors passed through me and let my body collapse down onto the couch.

In lay in a post orgasmic fog and looked over at Duo. He was still drawing; probably capturing the last moments of my climax. "Was that okay?" I was being facetious.

He looked up and winked at me. "Perfect. I'll be done here in a minute."

I laid back down. "I don't usually do requests, you know."

He let out a low laugh and turned toward me. "You do now."

I rolled over onto my side and bent my arm at the elbow; resting my head in my hand. I looked over at him. "You have this strange effect on me."

He looked away from the easel and at me. "Strange in what sense?"

It was a still in a little foggy in my own head and I struggled to find the words I needed to express to him what it was that I felt. "I guess comfortable would be a good word to describe it."

"You feel comfortable with me?"

"No. I feel comfortable with me.... when I'm with you." I looked up. "Does that make any sense?"

He nodded and put his pencil down; flipping the first drawing he'd done back. "Want to see them?" he asked.

I stood and crossed the room; not bothering to put my shorts back on. He stepped aside and I positioned myself in front of the easel; looking at the image of me he'd captured.

"Wow." I was rendered otherwise speechless. I looked over at him. "It's... really, really good!"

He smiled and motioned for me flip the paper and I did; eyes wide as I viewed the second drawing. It didn't look as much like me as the first one did, but then again, I'd never actually watched myself doing what I was doing in the drawing. I looked over at him. "Is that what I looked like?"

"Nice, huh?" he winked.

I looked back at it and blushed; but answered him truthfully. "Yeah."

He walked toward me. "Don't be embarrassed, Heero."

I wasn't sure if embarrassed was quite the right word to use. I was looking at a fairly detailed drawing of myself jerking off and agreeing with him that I looked good.. even going so far as admitting to myself that I found it quite erotic. "I'm not exactly embarrassed."

"Turned on?"

I turned sharply to face him.

"I am." With that admission he took my hand and we walked toward the bedroom. He released my hand once inside and immediately unfastened his shorts, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them. I couldn't help but notice that his cock was fully aroused. "It wasn't easy to concentrate on drawing you like that, you know." he told me.

"I was wondering how you managed."

"Just barely." he grinned, reaching for my hand again. "Indulge me?"

I nodded and let him pull me down to the floor with him; looking over at him once we had both settled onto our knees. "What do you want me to do?"

He smiled and lifted his arms over his head as he took off his shirt. "It's what I want to do.... call it one of my fantasies if you will."

He leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid. "Astroglide." he smiled toward me. "Don't leave home without it."

I smiled at his joke; understanding lube was a necessary part of his lifestyle... and apparently was for mine as well. I wondered what he was going to do... and exactly what role I played in it. I hadn't known him long enough to even consider having sex with him and he'd said it was something he wanted to do. I figured he was going to masturbate and wanted me to watch; I didn't have a problem with it. I'd pictured it many times and found myself becoming aroused again at the possibility that I might actually get to see him do it.

He backed himself up to the wall and leaned against it. "Come here."

I moved toward him on my knees and allowed him to guide me to sit beside him; pulling me closer and into a torrid kiss. I moaned as I felt his hand moving down my chest and in between my legs to let his fingers brush my entrance. He pulled back from the kiss. "I want to touch you......" he whispered. "..... the way I do when you think about me." I shivered and felt his fingertip pressing lightly against my opening. "Let me..."

I offered no resistance and he reached for the lube. I watched as he squeezed some out onto the fingers of his right hand and closed the cap. "Yes or no, Heero?"

My heart was racing and I was trembling slightly from both the thrill and nervousness of what was about to happen.

"It's okay if you're not sure..." I could tell he meant those words.

I took his hand in mine and guided it back down in between my legs. "I am."

"Good. Try to relax." he told me.

Another impossible order; the second one he issued in just the last half hour alone. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, enjoying the feel of his slippery fingers as they moved over the sensitive area surrounding my entrance. He didn't seem to be in any rush; I was thankful. I opened my eyes to find him watching me; and gasped at the sensation as he pushed the first part of his index finger up inside me.

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. "Just feels strange." I wished I'd experienced it before so that I could enjoy it more; but I think part of the reason that Duo wanted to do this was precisely because I hadn't.

"Not for long, Heero."

I had every reason to believe him as he slid the rest of his finger inside of me; gently easing it back out and slowly pushing it in again. "That feels nice."

"MmmHmm. Still more though."

I wondered what more there could be when I felt him slip a second finger in along side the first. There was pain involved this time; the tight opening stretching taut to allow the entry and I flinched slightly, but didn't pull away. I focused my attention on Duo and noticed that his left hand was wrapped around his cock and that he was stroking himself slowly as he moved his two fingers in and out of me.

"Is this your fantasy? To masturbate with your fingers inside of me?" It sounded weird as I asked, but I was curious if this is what he wanted.

He looked up at me. "That's part of it... the rest involves you getting off on me fucking you with my fingers."

I couldn't help but smile; he was so blunt and completely open about everything. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to attain climax like this or if he expected me to touch myself as well. I reached down and took my arousal in hand.

"Unh Uh. Hands off." he warned.

I removed it and watched as he moved his hand up and down his length. I derived a tremendous amount of pleasure from both watching him and from the movement of fingers inside me. He started driving them into me more rapidly, his other hand increasing its pace as well and I moaned as he did so. I was beginning to understand how I might be able to come like this.

"Mmm... feel good now?"

I closed my eyes and nodded, rising up a bit to let his fingers slip out and lowering myself to take them back inside.

He let out a low groan as I did so. "One more..." he whispered.

I shook my head no and he nodded. I had just started to find the sensation pleasurable and wasn't willing to give up the feeling; even if it meant missing out. "Next time." I told him.

He grinned at my assertion and stretched forward; his fingers striking something inside of me that sent a something akin to jolt of electricity through my entire body. "What the hell was that?"

He nearly laughed out loud and did it again. I gasped this time, pushing down as he drove his fingers deeper inside. "Don't care what it was..." I moaned, "... do it again." He was more then happy to oblige me, his own moans getting louder as I began moving around the two slippery intruders.

"That's it, Heero." he groaned. "Make yourself come."

My eyes moved between his hand as it stroked his cock and his face; watching him as he watched me. I began to thrust down onto them with as much force as I could, trying to make them touch that spot again and succeeding more times than not. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked breathlessly. "God Duo... feels so good!"

"Oh yeah... come on, Heero... let's go." His hand was moving frantically up and down his cock as his fingers pushed up into me with force at each of my downward thrusts. I totally lost it and my upper body jerked forward as my head snapped back as the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced tore it's way through me. I could barely hear Duo's cries above my own, but I was aware that he had reached his peak as well and that I was using uncharacteristically profound language as I begged and pleaded with him not to stop.

"Jeezus...." It was all I was capable of coming up with.

I opened my eyes a minute or two later to look at him; his eyes were still closed and his fist was wrapped loosely around his limp member. "Duo?"

"Mm?"

"I'm going to go take a shower."

"Go ahead. It's your shower."

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His words mildly pissed me off; okay.. more than mildly. I considered Duo at least a friend and felt certain up until now he viewed me in the same light. I assumed that we'd gotten past that whole 'I just work here and whatever you say goes' goes thing; I was apparently mistaken.

I turned on the shower and stepped under it not bothering to wait for it to temper. There was no guilt over what we'd just done or did in the past. We were attracted to one another and we engaged in sexual activity not under the guise of a relationship, but rather out of need and a rather strong sense of curiosity on my part.

I hurried my shower and passed through the bedroom, glancing over at Duo who was in pretty much the same position I'd left him in; though he appeared to be sleeping. I continued on into the living room and put my shorts back on; exiting the guest house minutes later. I looked back when I'd reached the gate and was a bit surprised to see him standing in the doorway. I turned to keep walking and ignored the loud slam of what sounded suspiciously like his fist against the wooden doorframe.

 

[9] GUI= graphic user inferface. thats pretty much what makes the program look like what it looks like *g*

 

tbc.....