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[windandwater]

... the teacher was droning on endlessly in a horrible Russian accent. Given the fact that the boarding school he and Duo were hiding in *was* in Russia didn't bode well for the rest of the day. As Heero was about to wonder how long the human body would go without air, he felt a light touch on his thigh. Glancing down, he saw Duo's left hand laying on his leg. Heero spared a quick glance at his seatmate. Duo was listening to the teacher intently, occassionally jotting down notes into his notebook. The sheet of paper in front of the American was divided in half and Heero was vaguely surprised to see that Duo wrote down notes in Russian on the left hand of the page, then translated them to English on the right. Heero filed that information away for analyzation later and turned back to his textbook, ignoring the weight on his leg; obviously, the braided boy was so engrossed in his task that he didn't know what he was doing.

That theory was shot to pieces when Duo's hand started tracing patterns against the thick fabric of Heero's pants. Startled, Prussian eyes dropped down again and Heero was hard-pressed to not become entranced by th sight of Duo's slim hand idly stroking up and down his leg. He turned a futile glare on the foolish American. Duo was still jotting down his notes, this time translating the Russian into Japanese. Gritting his teeth, Heero tried to focus on the lecture. Just because Duo was nearly insatiable in bed didn't mean that he couldn't focus on other things. Duo had a way of multi-tasking that baffled Heero, so the Japanese boy didn't decide to try. If Duo didn't know what his touch was doing to Heero, then Heero wasn't going to let him know.

It was a test of wills. He was trained to withstand high g-forces, bodily injury, and interrogation. Surely ignoring a simple touch would be easy!



Heero nearly groaned out loud when Duo's hand moved up his leg and started to stroke against his crotch. While he managed to smother the sound he made, Heero was unable to control his body's reaction to the touch. Almost instantly, his uniform pants felt significantly tighter and his hips angled up to press against Duo's skilled hand. This time, Heero turned to face the braided boy fully, not bothering to hide his glare. Duo's head was still bent over his work, but there was a telltale curve on his lips. Then, violet eyes flickered at him briefly and caught his stare, Duo's lips took a decidedly wicked grin, and then Duo's hand was down Heero's pants.

Heero exhaled loudly, the breath leaving his lungs in a rush as he felt Duo's callused hand rub against his hard length. It was only lucky that the teacher had taken that instant to fall into a coughing fit, or else the whole class would have heard Heero's muttered curse. He hadn't even noticed when Duo had unzipped his pants. The American had dropped all pretense of doing his work, instead looking directly into Heero's eyes as he stroked him mercilessly.

"Duo..." Heero growled out. He meant it as a threat but instead the name came out like a needy sigh.

The braided boy grinned, mouthing his words but not speaking outloud. It took a moment for Heero's mind to focus past the pleasure he was feeling and read Duo's lips.

"... quiet. Or do you want the whole class to know?"

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I LOVE IT

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This is one of my favorite next to the mardi gras one...tell duo and heero to make you write more...like my sisters have been telling you... pictures, we need pictures on these lil suckers...yum yum...


Great that give me an idea for a story...DAMN YOU W&W...


::cries in corner:: why me...why always me...it's all your fault for making me get a muse