disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment.
title: over the river and through the woods
author: jana
cumulative: NC-17
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 notes: 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
Part 5


Heero and I have long been comfortable with our sexuality. I'm actually not sure if we were ever really uncomfortable with it, but there was a time when any kind public display was out of the question; more because of the reactions it got than how either of us viewed it. As uncivilized as it is in this day and age, the sight of two men, or women I might add, hand in hand, still draws more than it's fair share of negative attention.

I try not to think about it too much, almost feeling sorry for those who are so narrow-minded; unable to understand how they can't see past it all to what lies inside. But that is just me and nothing I say or do is liable to change anyones mind. I look over at Heero as he drives the 8 miles into town, wondering if any of the same things are going through his mind. We're about to spend the next few hours out in public, unable to display the simple affections that heterosexual couples can; there is something just inherently wrong about that.

He is in deep concentration as he maneuvers the winding narrow road we're on and I turn to study his face. I'm not merely looking at it, at him... I'm analyzing it...each line, surface and angle of his face. He is beautiful, no... I mean really beautiful; easily capable of robbing me of my last breath. It has nothing to do with his looks and everything to do with who he is and why he is who he is. I love him even in his darkest moments and he me in mine. We are inexplicably bound by something that has no worldly reasoning; it cannot be explained away by the most learned of scholars. It would be the case regardless of the physical body his soul came wrapped in.

I was on the verge of tears when he spoke. "You okay?"

I nodded and looked away from him, pretending to find something of sudden interest out the car window.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

I bite my lower lip to fight back the tears as I nod and he reaches over to take my hand. "Me too."


By the time we reached Wells, my mood had lightened considerably. I had resigned myself to fact the 'hands-off' policy would be in effect for the next few hours and glanced over at Heero as we pulled into the small municipal lot.

"Ready?" he asked, closing the windows.

I nodded and turned off the radio.


"I know, I know, look but don't touch." I finish for him with a sly wink.

He shook his head and exited the vehicle peering over the roof of the car at me. "I promised, didn't I?"

He still didn't look totally convinced; I'm glad in a way, cause that would have meant I was losing my touch and that just would have sucked. There were no rules or lines drawn about what I could or could not do other than the one previously stated. It referred specifically to my hands, leaving the rest of my body to randomly tease and torture Heero for the rest of the day.

I was looking forward to it more than you can imagine.


I hadn't been paying attention as we drove into town and noted that it was actually a lot bigger than I anticipated and pretty lively for a Sunday morning as well. Crossing the street to where most of the shops were, we paused in front of the first one we came across; the window adorned with an odd mix of jackets, hooded sweatshirts and the standard gift shop fare. We looked at each other and laughed. Apparently this was big business up here; unsuspecting campers such as ourselves in search of the type of clothing the season seemed to call for anything but.

"Shall we?" he asked, opening the door to let me enter.


The store was huge and clearly more than the hardware store the simple sign out front proclaimed. We each found something to our liking, though it wasn't easy. Tacky sweatshirts with what someone thought were clever phrases gracing them didn't appeal to either one of us, even with our general lack of fashion sense.

We continued to wander around the store, more out of curiosity; wondering exactly just how all inclusive their merchandise selection was. It was indeed impressive, the large space filled with anything that anyone could possibly want and some things that I couldn't imagine anyone in their right mind wanting. One of those very things had caught my eye and I studied for a minute before putting it back on the shelf, still not quite sure of the purpose it served or if I even wanted to know. Heero had moved on and something had apparently attracted his interest as well and I made my way toward him, noticing at the large box he held in his hands. "Ever do it in a hammock?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Ummm.... can't say that I have." I replied a little stunned.


It was another one of those 'not really a question' questions that he had become so famous for asking of late.

Part of me wanted to tell him flat out no, just to see the statement on his face. A stunned Heero is an absolutely precious thing and equally as rare. I decided on giving him 'the look'. I had perfected it years ago, a silent way to let Heero know how ridiculous what he had just said was. It could be roughly translated as 'you gotta be fucking kidding me?' with heavy undertones that seriously questioned his sanity. He just grinned and started walking toward the register. "Hey Heero." I called out.

He paused and waited for me to catch up to him, his eyes focused on the small but rising bulge. "I told you those shorts were a bad idea." he grinned looking up at me. "Two can play your game."

"I didn't do anything!" I declared my innocence with shock, as if the very idea were preposterous; knowing full well he wasn't gonna buy it.

"Yet..." he replied, allowing me to follow close behind him until we reached the counter. I took advantage of the fact that there were several people on line in front of us, just brushing myself lightly against Heero's ass. I was glad he didn't turn around, I don't think I could have handled one of his lusty stares. I was already very close to being fully hard... and it showed. It was at this moment that the idea of buying a pair of baggy sweat pants crossed my mind. I opted not to. It was a decision I knew I was destined to regret; I volunteered to carry the package instead.


Along with the rest of our groceries, we had picked up a small styrofoam cooler and a bag of ice. We set the cooler up in the trunk of the car and put the perishables in it.

"So what now?" I asked, leaning against the trunk of the car with my arms folded. My stomach growled and he looked down at his watch. "Lunch?"

It was nearly noon and we were both hungry having woken quite early. Oddly, there weren't many restaurants and we walked for a while before we found one. I put my exper-tease to good use during lunch, though my reward remained unseen beneath the table between us. I could tell they had their desired effect; those cobalt eyes never lied.

It wasn't as if I couldn't think of anything other than sex, but once it had been brought up, by Heero I might add, the pink elephant phenomenon took effect... and the more I tried not to think about it... the more I thought about it.

By the time we had finished lunch and dessert, the latter predictably consisting of anything on the menu that allowed us to tease one another; we were both randy and ready to play... the obvious glitch being that we were in the middle of a restaurant.

Fortunately, we had been seated in the back of the diner near the restrooms, and I excused myself and quickly rose, turning to face the wall; all the while ignoring the sound of Heero trying to stifle his laugh and failing miserably. I had just entered the bathroom and was about to lock the door when it pushed open and old blue eyes himself stepped in.

He locked the door and pulled me toward him, rubbing our erections together.

"Oh God..." I moaned, reaching behind him to grab his ass and grind harder against him.

"Now look what you've gone and done." he whispered, slipping his hand between our bodies to unfasten my shorts. He took hold of my cock, stroking me while his own sought friction against my thigh. I gasped as his hand pumped me, loosening the drawstring on his shorts and pushing them down to expose his thick arousal. I wrapped my hand around it, rubbing my thumb over the tip, using the slickness to my advantage and his as well. I was just several strokes away from coming and sensed Heero was too; gasping and thrusting himself into my hand. I fought the urge to cry out with only partial success and soon found Heero's hand covering my mouth as he rushed to bring me to completion. He buried his head in the crook my neck as our bodies began the tremble; reaching climax together in near deafening silence.

Heero removed his hand from my mouth as he stepped back and I struggled to contain my laughter. We had achieved perfection in the art of near-public mutual masturbation; not a tell-tale sign of it on either of our clothes. Washing our hands, Heero exited the bathroom while I remained inside so we wouldn't gather attention. I took the time to leave my mark on the chalkboard beside the door, using little finesse in letting everyone know what Heero and I had just done in here. For some odd reason... it made me feel better.