disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment.
title: over the river and through the woods
archive: shinigami&wing http://www.1X2X1.org
feedback: yes please. it's like air.
warnings: yaoi, AU, OOC, POV-ish, PWP, lemon, sap!
spoliers: you're kidding....right?
pairings: 1X2X1... do i ever write anything else?!?!
notes: this one is for d_huron, who is unrelenting in his pleas to get a lemon out of me! i made him wait so long... just to watch him squirm.
additional warnings: future parts of this fic may or may not include: vouyerism, masturbation, a little kinkyness, a touch of my odd sense of humor, poison ivy and things you should definitely not try at home!
Over the River and Through the Woods
Judging by the sun's position in the sky, we had re-entered camp at nearly 4, allowing us ample time to cook dinner and clean up before night settled in. I was looking forward to watching sunset from here and to the eventual darkness that would descend.
It was partially my childhood and a greater part of my youth that found me anticipating nightfall. Along with the recommendation of this particular spot, came the benefits of one's vigilance of taking in the view of the night sky. I was anxious to experience it; saving that part of my newly acquired knowledge to share with my lover when the time came.
Dinner finally done, Heero started a fire and I dragged what was now our one huge sleeping bag out of the tent. Folding it in two, I laid it on the ground several feet from the fire ring and sat.
"So, what now?" he asked, throwing another log on the already blazing fire.
"Backgammon and Southern Comfort?" I suggested, rising to get the game and flat bottle from my backpack.
Despite what people think, Heero is a fairly agreeable person, not nearly as easy-going as I am, but he has mellowed out quite a bit these past few years. I think I had more to do with it than he gives me credit for.
We stayed close to the fire for warmth more than anything, playing several games and putting a good dent in the bottle; its contents warding off the evening chill as well. Setting the game aside, I moved closer to Heero wrapping my arm around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm surround me in return and I closed my eyes, suddenly not noticing the chill. "Perfect fire, koi." I told him, scooting even closer to him.
I was intrigued by the fire. It wasn't just the visual pleasure it provided, it affected all of my senses. Having Heero seated beside me only enhanced the experience.
"It's damn cold." he replied several minutes later, shifting away from me and standing. "Should I keep the fire going for a while longer?" he asked me.
I nodded and slipped myself into the sleeping bag, seated with my knees drawn up to my chest. "Unless you're tired and would rather go to sleep....."
He shook his head, adding several more logs, poking the white coals beneath them with a long branch. "Warm under there?" he asked, crawling in to seat himself beside me.
"Uh huh... warmer now though." I smiled, moving forward and drawing the thick fabric up till it covered all but our heads. I shivered as his hand found its way up under my shirt, fingernails lightly scraping my back. Aware of the effect his simple touch had, he turned toward me. "Out here or in the tent?" he asked softly, coming up onto his knees behind me. I could feel his fingers toying with the end of my braid and heard the dull snap of the rubber band that bound it.
"Depends." I spoke softly; relaxing as his fingers carefully separated the plait.
"On what?" he asked, continuing to run his hands through my hair.
"On what you want to do to me..... or me to do to you." I pondered out loud, not really caring who did what to whom. I smiled inwardly knowing that Heero didn't care either.... let me clarify that; most of the time he didn't care.
With both hands, he untucked my shirt and proceeded to slide it upward. "You really don't want me to spoil things by telling you, do you?" he asked.
I raised my arms up high over my head as he slipped it the rest of the way off, immediately pulling me into his arms. "Mmmm...suppose not." I mumbled, closing my eyes as he continued to undress me. The chill in the air raised goose bumps on every inch of my exposed skin. "Maybe we should go in the tent." I suggested, moving a bit closer the fire as I rubbed my upper arms. Heero shook his head and laid his hand on my chest, urging me to lie down. I complied, but noted that Heero was still fully dressed; no wonder he hadn't agreed with my suggestion. I was about to protest, when I felt him over me; not laying on me, just hovering above me; I could feel the heat emanating from his body.
Placing one knee between my legs, he spread them apart, lowering himself down onto me. I didn't move. His warmth was a welcome relief and all other thoughts dissipated; as did my body's chill. "That seems to have done the trick." I whispered, wrapping my both arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
Cobalt eyes stared down at me as I ravaged his mouth, one hand moving up into his hair, the other spread out on the small of his back. I lifted my hips up off the sleeping bag and pushed down with my hand so Heero could feel my growing desire. He ignored my gesture and closed his eyes, deepening the kiss in a clearly possessive move.
I vaguely heard the sound of the fire popping, the balance of my senses having been robbed by Heero, whose abilities never ceased to amaze me. "You're driving me crazy. Did you know that?" I ask softly after prying his lips off of mine. He doesn't bother to respond; rather his eyes meet mine and offer me a knowing glance. I follow his movements downward, his mouth delivering its sweet torture via pleasure and pain. He looked up at me as his teeth clamped down, trapping my nipple in between them. I hissed and arched my back, moaning as he loosened the pearly vice and began sucking the hardened nub, soothing it with his tongue. The sensation went straight to my groin; adding an all too familiar ache.
I buried my hands in his hair. "How long do you intend to tease me?" I asked, applying just enough pressure to let him know what it is that I want. Message understood, he slowly moves toward his goal, stopping at my navel to slide his tongue into the depression. I can feel his warm breath on the head of my cock for just a second before he wraps his lips around it and lowers his head to take all of me inside his mouth.
I can no longer feel the cold; my body temperature rising in direct correlation to the amount of glorious pressure Heero is applying as he sucks on my length. I watch him for a moment or two, closing my eyes as he reaches into the pocket of his shorts. I recognize the clicking of the cap and spread my legs wide to welcome his upcoming touch.
There is barely a warning as his two fingers roughly invade me; his patience is wearing thin, his hunger for this joining nearly as rabid as my own. I whimper as he continues; my wordless plea ignored as his fingers delve deeper, his head bobbing with more intensity up and down my shaft. As incredible as it feels, I don't want to come like this and I break the silence, telling Heero what I'm relatively certain he is waiting to hear. "Please, Heero, do it. Fuck me." I whisper. "I need you." It was much more than need; though that was the only word I was able to summon to describe it. Perhaps it was need... primal need... not a craving.... not a desire. not an option.
He face is devoid of anything but lust as he abandons his touch and kneels between my legs to remove his shorts. He looks down as he unfastens them, groaning as his erection bounces free. He removes his shirt; my eyes riveted to him and the way the muscles in his upper body ripple beneath his tanned skin. I watch as he stands to step out of them and wait for him to finish covering his length with lube before reaching up for his hand, pulling him down on top of me.
The fire beside us seems too hot now, nearly burning my already over-heated skin. I'm running out of patience and I wrap my legs around Heero the instant he has positioned himself between my legs. "Hurry...." I moan, trying not to squirm too much. There was only a second more of anticipation and with one swift movement he drove himself forward, filling me to capacity. We cried out together in ecstasy, almost as if that glorious moment of impact had somehow taken us by surprise.
Another myth debunked. Heero is anything but silent during our intimate moments; giving me a fairly good run for my money.
I nearly laughed as a smile shot across his face. "Good thing we're alone out here, huh?" I asked, receiving a nod in return before he withdraws and slams back into me. "Damn good thing." he groans, bending down to kiss me as he begins a series of powerful thrusts. He has more stamina than I do, but I can tell he is losing the battle as he breaks the kiss and continues impaling me, his lower lip drawn into his mouth and held firmly in place by his teeth.
"Don't fight it, Heero." I manage between ragged breaths, my hips answering his rhythm. I reach down, wrapping my hand tightly around my own erection, pumping myself and moaning at the additional stimulation. Just a few more good hard strokes till I find release, taking my beautiful lover with me. I feel Heero's hand surrounding mine as he issues a stern warning. "No." he grunts out, removing my hand to entwine our fingers, bringing them both down hard onto the ground beside my head. His free hand reached out for my other wrist, pinning it to the ground above me as well.
I resist the urge to vocalize my thoughts, knowing that reminding Heero that he is a sadist won't help the situation and could probably give him the idea to further prolong the inevitable. I'm already two steps from sanity and convinced that this is what if feels like to go mad; I decide to share my thoughts, not caring that I'm most likely whining.
"Please, Heero.... you have to let me come, please.... I'm losing my mind." His look reminds me that I've used that line a bit too often. "I mean it this time!" I growl, inwardly cursing his strength as he tightens his grasp on both of my hands.
He is motionless now as I squirm beneath him, his eyes narrow and staring directly into mine. "No one ever lost their mind from being denied release." he is quick to respond with a grin. I wasn't convinced and offered him an equally valid response. "That's because they never had you for a lover." I grunted, jerking my hips upward, spurring him back into action.
The odd intermission had reduced the urgency I was feeling just moments ago. "You did that on purpose...." I accused him, sensing it had had the same effect on him. "And if I did?" he questioned, once again bending forward, this time taking my lower lip between his teeth and biting down fairly hard on it; releasing it as he resumed thrusting in earnest.
It hadn't taken more then a minute before I reached that critical stage again and fought to release my hands, answering each of his slams with an upward thrust of my own. "Nnnnn... Duo." he groaned in response, guiding our entwined hands to my cock, slowly pumping it. "Let me." I moaned, stroking myself faster as he removed his hand. I flexed my sphincter muscles, giving Heero a preview of what is about to happen, repeating it as he gasps and cries out my name.
"Now?" I ask him, a bit smug as I realize that he is now the one who is on the verge of being driven insane, though I'm not far behind. I don't wait for a reply, stroking myself as fast as I can. "Here's the money shot!" I cry out, my body tensing as I start to come, covering my chest and hand. I turn my attention to Heero and watch him let go; bucking my hips up against him as his body shudders violently; his essence filling me. One or maybe both of us is moaning, screaming, pleading for more; urging a faster pace. Spent and exhausted he collapses down onto me, his breath heavy against my ear as I wrap my arms around him. I whisper into his hair and kiss his temple, it's all I can reach and my body has lost its ability to move. "Love you too." he breathes softly.
Minutes later he rolls off of me, leaving me exposed once again to the cold night air. I moan in displeasure and reach out to cover myself with the sleeping bag. His hand stops me, wiping my chest with my t-shirt before doing the same to his own.
"Wanna sleep out here?" he asks, smiling at my nod as I scutch myself down into the sleeping bag.
The fire has nearly died out and he settles in beside me, curling himself around me. He brushes my hair aside and softly whispers his standard goodnight and I sleepily reply with my own. I hadn't totally regained the capacity to think straight just yet but I'm certain of one thing; it just doesn't get any better than this.