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windandwaterI know I've been behind with this... bleh, at least I got it done. I uploaded some fics to FF.Net, at least, the ones that won't get me banned. *makes face*
Oh, and have I mentioned how much I love![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zania lately? She's decided to archive me! *snugglesnuggles Zan*
Coffee in the Morning -- A but of introspection, where Trowa gets a surprise after a mission. You've probably seen this in my LJ. ^^;
First Date -- my entry to the Moments of Rapture date contest. Totally unrepentant fluff. Really.
Now that all the cuteness is out of the way, I know what you're here for. The smut. Since I can't upload it to FF.Net, I can post this here. ^_^
My entry to Zania's Summer Jubilee: Humidity (3x2) It's also the fic I have offered up to fill Zan's birthday fic request. Two birds with one stone, you know.
Title: Humidity
Author: Sailor Seraphim (slrsera @ aol.com)
Archive:
l.e.t.h.a.l.t.h.o.u.g.h.t.s. :: http://www32.brinkster.com/slrseraphim
FanFiction.net :: http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=39868
Sweetly Sour :: http://www.sweetlysour.net
All others please ask.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its related characters. If I did, the series would be chock-full of tasty shounen ai goodness. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Pairings: 3x2
Warnings: Massive smut wrapped in thin to non-existent plot. Well, no, not really. No plot at all. But the smut should make up for it.
Notes: Written for SweetlySour.Net's Summer Jubilee. Also, Zania would beat me if I didn't write something. ^_^;; This was written during the insanity of Anime Expo 2003, so that is to be blamed for the rampant purple prose, if any. And 3x2 is one of my pet pairings, so here we go!
Feedback: I take all constructive criticism. No flames, they leave nasty scorch marks on the carpet.
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There was only so much work one could do on a car when one didn't have the right parts. Trowa was being intimately introduced to this fact as he poked through the guts of the ancient 169 Omni he was trying to restore. It had been a miracle that the car was in still-working condition, considering that Duo had found it shipped in with a load of junk and space debris, and restoring it to its pristine glory was taking some time. Actually, it was just a bit of a hobby for Trowa and Duo; something the both did together on their days off from the salvage work. They both enjoyed getting their hands dirty and if others would consider it bonding time, then so be it.
Wiping off his hands, and then pitching the greasy rag into the laundry pile, Trowa gave up any further work for the day; it was useless to continue without the parts he needed. Then, with his intense concentration fading, the auburn-haired man because aware of the oppressive heat that was bearing down on him. Sweat trickling down his brow, Trowa stripped off the grease-splattered coveralls he wore when he was working, kicking off his shoes and managing to get out of the worn fabric completely as he wandered through the garage and into the house. The change of environment did nothing for the heat and, clad in a battered white tank top and equally faded denim shorts, Trowa moved into the kitchen with vague thoughts of a cool drink floating through his mind.
Duo had told him once, when the Spanish man had first moved in with the American on L2, that summer meant that the colonial government could save money by shutting off the colonies environmental controls for three months out of the year. Trowa had just graced Duo with one of his cool looks and replied that turning off colonial environmental controls was illegal and that he was just exaggerating. That had been in the winter. Now, with a temperature that Trowa guessed was above 100 degrees Fahrenheit smashing into him, the green-eyed man decided that maybe Duo hadn't been kidding after all.
Once in the kitchen, Trowa crossed the warm tiles to the refrigerator, then paused, turning his head to look at the sight framed by the kitchen window.
There, out in the streaming 'sunshine', was Duo, laid out on a patio lounge chair that was placed smack in the middle of their grassy yard. But they didn't own patio furniture. They didn't have a *patio*. Crossing to the window, Trowa didn't know whether to laugh out loud or immediately rush out and drag his lover inside, because he was obviously suffering from heat stroke.
Besides the lounge chair, Duo had managed to wedge a large, tropical-printed beach umbrella between what looked like two large nuts from a stripped mobile suit. And equally large bolt served as a makeshift table, and Trowa could make out what looked to be a large pitcher of lemonade on top of it, with fat drops of water condensing down the sides. But what really amused Trowa was the patched children's wading pool that lay nearby; it was half-filled with water that shimmered and reflected the harsh light flooding the yard.
Shaking his head and dropping his coveralls on a kitchen chair, Trowa stepped through the backdoor and into the yard. The heat was even more intense outside, and the young man wondered just how his lover managed to stay out in it for long, umbrella and lemonade notwithstanding. His bare feet rustled over the withering grass and Duo turned his head, looking at Trowa over the top of his sunglasses.
"Hey! Come to join the pool party, Trowa?"
With a little smile, Trowa sat down on the end of the lounge. "Is that what this is supposed to be?"
The American just chuckled, pillowing his arms under his head. "Okay, so it's not the French Riviera, but it'll work for L2." He pulled down his sunglasses and winked at Trowa. "I just need a pool boy to ogle and I think I'd be set."
"A pool boy, hmm?" Trowa replied, looking at the water filling the cheerful colored plastic. "I think your pool looks clean enough."
Duo resettled the sunglasses over his eyes and lay back again. "Well, as long as I could look at him, it wouldn't matter what he does."
"Really?"
"Really."
Then green eyes traveled down the slim, wiry body laid out before them. Broad shoulders melted down to a firm chest and abs, pale skin marred only by a spattering of scars and a pair of blue swim trunks that couldn't completely hide Duo's interest. In fact, Duo was a bit too pale, his skin not used to being tanned naturally by the Earth's sun. He caught sight of the lonely bottle of suntan oil perched next to the lemonade, and Trowa's lips twitched up in a small smile.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell, it looks like you're in need of a tan today."
Duo's eyebrows shot up into his bangs.
"Should I help you out with that?"
The Spanish man was treated to the most wonderful picture of Duo's surprise, his mouth dropped open, and his vivid violet eyes wide underneath dark lenses. Unable to resist, Trowa leaned forward, capturing Duo's lips in a kiss that was -- quite possibly -- hotter than the temperature. The American's mouth was pliant and warm, his tongue stroking against Trowa's in that certain way that just made him want to sit there and kiss Duo all day.
But there were so many better things than kissing.
Breaking off reluctantly, Trowa allowed a mischievous expression to appear on his face.
"You really shouldn't keep your mouth open like that, Mr. Maxwell," he said as he reached out and snagged the bottle of suntan oil. "There's all sorts of disreputable people around here."
Duo seemed to catch his breath and fell easily into the game Trowa had set up. "And are you one of those disreputable people?" he countered, then gasped out loud as Trowa upended the bottle of oil over his stomach, the viscous liquid running down his sides and pooling in his bellybutton.
"Oh yes, I'm very disreputable."
Then, without waiting for another word, Trowa slid his hands over Duo's abs, running his palms up from waist to collarbone in one smooth movement. Duo groaned deep in his throat, his arms falling to the sides of the lounge chair, gripping the plastic hard as he bared more of his chest for Trowa to explore. And Trowa did so happily, watching the play of his lightly tanned fingers over the creamy texture of Duo's upper body, watching how the golden oil ran across his own hands, trickling down and making Duo gasp at uneven intervals.
Lifting his face to watch Duo's expression of hedonistic pleasure, he moved one hand away to pull the sunglasses from his lover's face, hungrily wanting to see his darkened violet eyes as he rubbed his thumb over one nipple. A sensitive spot made even more so by the slippery oil, Duo was writhing under Trowa's skilled hands, unable to form coherent thought. That sense of power over his lover's responses went straight to Trowa's heat-addled and passion-soaked mind, and he decided that both he and Duo needed more.
With one deft pull, Trowa had Duo's swimsuit down around his knees and easily straddled the other man's body. He made sure to avoid the stiff flesh that rose between his lover's legs, wanting to draw our their play for a bit longer. Duo's eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow, sensuous smile played across his lips. He ran one hand down his own bare chest, idly tracing one finger around his oil-drenched nipple until it formed a stiff peak of flesh. Trowa had a matching expression, and he reached out, grabbing Duo's hands and pinning them to the hard plastic of the lounge chair.
"I think you're taking too many liberties for a pool boy," Duo drawled out, tugging half-heartedly on his trapped wrists.
"I think you should allow me to do now my job, Mr. Maxwell."
"And just what job is that?"
"Why, making sure you enjoy your day at the pool. Now turn around. I haven't done your back."
Duo frowned a little. "I think you haven't done something else," he said, giving a little nod in the direction of his groin. Then he grinned and bucked his hips up, bumping his arousal against Trowa's jean-clad ass. Trowa made an unconscious sound, and then tightened his hands on Duo's wrists.
"Very tempting, but I shouldn't be lax in my duties."
With a sigh, the American agreed and Trowa released his wrists only long enough for Duo to kick off his shorts all the way and turn onto his stomach. Once on his belly, Trowa settled himself above Duo's tempting rear and flipped the other man's long braid over his shoulder. He pulled off his own tank top and reached for the bottle of suntan oil again, pouring a generous amount over Duo's back. The longhaired man gave a sigh of pleasure, rocking his hips against the chaise. Trowa slapped his hip lightly and Duo moaned unhappily but ceased his actions. The Spanish man was glad that his plans would not be interrupted and moved his hands over Duo's skin again, massaging the oil in soothing circles. And as was usually the case, Duo melted under his hands, his deep moans of pleasure lending to the feeling of satisfaction his green-eyed lover felt.
It was hardly any effort at all, for Trowa to slide his hands further down Duo's body, from shoulders, to back, to massage the muscles in the American's trim waist. And when his hands traveled further south, to lightly knead the flesh of Duo's ass, the only response was a louder moan and a return of Duo's effort to rub himself against the lounge chair. But this time, Trowa did not attempt to stop his lover's response, instead pressing his nimble fingers even farther against the pale mounds beneath him.
Pouring more oil in the dip of Duo's back, he slid one finger down, lightly caressing the valley between Duo's cheeks. When Duo moaned, his legs spreading a bit wider in invitation, Trowa took the offer happily, circling his lover's pucker with the tip of his finger before pressing into his warm depths. Duo was opening writhing between his legs, and Trowa was hard pressed not to just take him right then. He bit his lip hard when the longhaired man cried out, his hands digging into the plastic of the chaise and his hips thrusting frantically, trying to achieve much needed friction.
"Trowa! Oh shit! Stop fuckin' teasin' me!"
Trowa chuckled, a second finger working its way into Duo and starting a twisting motion. The American cried out, his hips backing backwards to thrust against Trowa's fingers.
Giving into temptation, Trowa leaned over, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin at the back of Duo’s neck. The chestnut-covered head fell forward and Duo groaned softly under the onslaught of Trowa’s lips and teeth. Duo’s skin tasted salty from his sweat, and the heat was bearing down even more. It added to the green-eyed man’s ardor and he pushed his fingers in even deeper, a third joining the other two in stretching his lover.
Duo was panting, rocking his body up onto Trowa’s fingers, with every downward thrust, and raking his erection against the smooth surface of the lounge. His movements became more frantic and Trowa couldn’t help but straddle one of Duo’s quivering thighs, pressing his own arousal against his lover’s flesh, his own body adding enough weight to press Duo more firmly against the chaise. And when Trowa’s fingers slipped even further in, brushing against Duo’s sweet spot, the braided man cried out, his body shaking and his back arching as he came.
The Spanish man groaned at the sight of his lover in the throes of ecstasy below him. Duo’s clenching muscles trapped his fingers, but he managed to move them slightly, prolonging his lover’s pleasure.
When the braided man collapsed against the chair, his breathing harsh and uneven, Trowa carefully pulled his fingers free. With very little thought, he stripped himself of his cumbersome jeans, throwing the worn denim to the grass. Finally free of his clothing, he pressed his body flat against Duo’s, nudging his erection between Duo’s legs.
He slid his hand down Duo’s side, relishing in the shiver that ran through the full length his lover’s body. His hand slick once more, he quickly coated his coated his cock with oil, then moved himself onto his knees between Duo’s legs.
"No, Mr. Maxwell, I don't think I'm quite done yet."
Duo looked over his shoulder, amethyst eyes burning into emerald. Trowa pulled up Duo’s hips, and rubbed the tip of his erection against Duo’s pucker before pushing in. The American’s gave a soft cry as he was penetrated, bracing his knees and raising his hands to hold onto the top of the chaise. Trowa’s own voice rumbled through his chest in a husky growl as he felt himself enveloped by Duo’s warm depths. He thrust forward until he was fully seated, and then without another word, pulled back and slammed in hard.
The action wrought a scream from Duo, his head still hanging down and his braid swinging forward from the force of the thrust.
“Oh fuck! Yes… again… do it again…”
A witty response was far from Trowa’s mind, and instead, he responded to his lover’s plea. Trowa was already too far-gone to even consider stopping; he set up a hard and fast rhythm, Duo’s body responding and accepting every movement. Trowa’s hands tightened on Duo’s hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as he relentlessly fucked him.
Faint thought flickered through the haze of lust and passion and Trowa removed one hand, snaking it around Duo’s heaving body, to capture his cock. He pumped the newly hardened flesh, savoring Duo’s increased sounds of pleasure. Breathing hard, Trowa changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing himself farther into Duo and stimulating his prostate again. Duo’s body clenched and Trowa moaned huskily into Duo’s ear. He pressed desperate kisses over Duo’s shoulders and neck as his hips snapped forward, his hand moving rapidly over Duo’s cock and sending them both closer to the edge.
For long minutes, the only sound in the backyard was the two men’s voices, raised in ecstasy. Trowa’s flesh slapped against Duo’s, his balls swinging to bump against the American’s ass. He squeezed Duo’s cock again and again in time with his thrusts, a blazing hot point of pleasure building up within Trowa’s body.
“… with me,” Trowa managed to rasp out.
He buried himself deeply one last time, a cry of pure rapture ripping from his throat as his seed filled Duo’s body. Duo screamed again, his own hot come splattering over Trowa’s hand and the lounge chair once again. The both froze for an eternal moment, their bodies caught in the web of orgasm.
Finally, over-stimulated and overheated, both men collapsed in a sweaty and sated heap on the plastic chaise. Duo turned his head to the side and Trowa managed to give him a soft kiss, placing the warmth of his love for the braided American into the meeting of their lips. Duo returned the kiss, and then broke away with a quiet sigh, his cheek flat against the warm plastic. Trowa remained flat on top of Duo, trusting his lover to be able to bear his weight, his arms coming up to embrace him. They were both too hot, too sweaty, too sticky to remain in their current positions, yet neither man felt the need to move.
They lay entwined on the lounge chair as the heat of the L2 summer day faded away into the warm night.
-- Owari --
Oh, and have I mentioned how much I love
zania lately? She's decided to archive me! *snugglesnuggles Zan*Coffee in the Morning -- A but of introspection, where Trowa gets a surprise after a mission. You've probably seen this in my LJ. ^^;
First Date -- my entry to the Moments of Rapture date contest. Totally unrepentant fluff. Really.
Now that all the cuteness is out of the way, I know what you're here for. The smut. Since I can't upload it to FF.Net, I can post this here. ^_^
My entry to Zania's Summer Jubilee: Humidity (3x2) It's also the fic I have offered up to fill Zan's birthday fic request. Two birds with one stone, you know.
Title: Humidity
Author: Sailor Seraphim (slrsera @ aol.com)
Archive:
l.e.t.h.a.l.t.h.o.u.g.h.t.s. :: http://www32.brinkster.com/slrseraphim
FanFiction.net :: http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=39868
Sweetly Sour :: http://www.sweetlysour.net
All others please ask.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its related characters. If I did, the series would be chock-full of tasty shounen ai goodness. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Pairings: 3x2
Warnings: Massive smut wrapped in thin to non-existent plot. Well, no, not really. No plot at all. But the smut should make up for it.
Notes: Written for SweetlySour.Net's Summer Jubilee. Also, Zania would beat me if I didn't write something. ^_^;; This was written during the insanity of Anime Expo 2003, so that is to be blamed for the rampant purple prose, if any. And 3x2 is one of my pet pairings, so here we go!
Feedback: I take all constructive criticism. No flames, they leave nasty scorch marks on the carpet.
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There was only so much work one could do on a car when one didn't have the right parts. Trowa was being intimately introduced to this fact as he poked through the guts of the ancient 169 Omni he was trying to restore. It had been a miracle that the car was in still-working condition, considering that Duo had found it shipped in with a load of junk and space debris, and restoring it to its pristine glory was taking some time. Actually, it was just a bit of a hobby for Trowa and Duo; something the both did together on their days off from the salvage work. They both enjoyed getting their hands dirty and if others would consider it bonding time, then so be it.
Wiping off his hands, and then pitching the greasy rag into the laundry pile, Trowa gave up any further work for the day; it was useless to continue without the parts he needed. Then, with his intense concentration fading, the auburn-haired man because aware of the oppressive heat that was bearing down on him. Sweat trickling down his brow, Trowa stripped off the grease-splattered coveralls he wore when he was working, kicking off his shoes and managing to get out of the worn fabric completely as he wandered through the garage and into the house. The change of environment did nothing for the heat and, clad in a battered white tank top and equally faded denim shorts, Trowa moved into the kitchen with vague thoughts of a cool drink floating through his mind.
Duo had told him once, when the Spanish man had first moved in with the American on L2, that summer meant that the colonial government could save money by shutting off the colonies environmental controls for three months out of the year. Trowa had just graced Duo with one of his cool looks and replied that turning off colonial environmental controls was illegal and that he was just exaggerating. That had been in the winter. Now, with a temperature that Trowa guessed was above 100 degrees Fahrenheit smashing into him, the green-eyed man decided that maybe Duo hadn't been kidding after all.
Once in the kitchen, Trowa crossed the warm tiles to the refrigerator, then paused, turning his head to look at the sight framed by the kitchen window.
There, out in the streaming 'sunshine', was Duo, laid out on a patio lounge chair that was placed smack in the middle of their grassy yard. But they didn't own patio furniture. They didn't have a *patio*. Crossing to the window, Trowa didn't know whether to laugh out loud or immediately rush out and drag his lover inside, because he was obviously suffering from heat stroke.
Besides the lounge chair, Duo had managed to wedge a large, tropical-printed beach umbrella between what looked like two large nuts from a stripped mobile suit. And equally large bolt served as a makeshift table, and Trowa could make out what looked to be a large pitcher of lemonade on top of it, with fat drops of water condensing down the sides. But what really amused Trowa was the patched children's wading pool that lay nearby; it was half-filled with water that shimmered and reflected the harsh light flooding the yard.
Shaking his head and dropping his coveralls on a kitchen chair, Trowa stepped through the backdoor and into the yard. The heat was even more intense outside, and the young man wondered just how his lover managed to stay out in it for long, umbrella and lemonade notwithstanding. His bare feet rustled over the withering grass and Duo turned his head, looking at Trowa over the top of his sunglasses.
"Hey! Come to join the pool party, Trowa?"
With a little smile, Trowa sat down on the end of the lounge. "Is that what this is supposed to be?"
The American just chuckled, pillowing his arms under his head. "Okay, so it's not the French Riviera, but it'll work for L2." He pulled down his sunglasses and winked at Trowa. "I just need a pool boy to ogle and I think I'd be set."
"A pool boy, hmm?" Trowa replied, looking at the water filling the cheerful colored plastic. "I think your pool looks clean enough."
Duo resettled the sunglasses over his eyes and lay back again. "Well, as long as I could look at him, it wouldn't matter what he does."
"Really?"
"Really."
Then green eyes traveled down the slim, wiry body laid out before them. Broad shoulders melted down to a firm chest and abs, pale skin marred only by a spattering of scars and a pair of blue swim trunks that couldn't completely hide Duo's interest. In fact, Duo was a bit too pale, his skin not used to being tanned naturally by the Earth's sun. He caught sight of the lonely bottle of suntan oil perched next to the lemonade, and Trowa's lips twitched up in a small smile.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell, it looks like you're in need of a tan today."
Duo's eyebrows shot up into his bangs.
"Should I help you out with that?"
The Spanish man was treated to the most wonderful picture of Duo's surprise, his mouth dropped open, and his vivid violet eyes wide underneath dark lenses. Unable to resist, Trowa leaned forward, capturing Duo's lips in a kiss that was -- quite possibly -- hotter than the temperature. The American's mouth was pliant and warm, his tongue stroking against Trowa's in that certain way that just made him want to sit there and kiss Duo all day.
But there were so many better things than kissing.
Breaking off reluctantly, Trowa allowed a mischievous expression to appear on his face.
"You really shouldn't keep your mouth open like that, Mr. Maxwell," he said as he reached out and snagged the bottle of suntan oil. "There's all sorts of disreputable people around here."
Duo seemed to catch his breath and fell easily into the game Trowa had set up. "And are you one of those disreputable people?" he countered, then gasped out loud as Trowa upended the bottle of oil over his stomach, the viscous liquid running down his sides and pooling in his bellybutton.
"Oh yes, I'm very disreputable."
Then, without waiting for another word, Trowa slid his hands over Duo's abs, running his palms up from waist to collarbone in one smooth movement. Duo groaned deep in his throat, his arms falling to the sides of the lounge chair, gripping the plastic hard as he bared more of his chest for Trowa to explore. And Trowa did so happily, watching the play of his lightly tanned fingers over the creamy texture of Duo's upper body, watching how the golden oil ran across his own hands, trickling down and making Duo gasp at uneven intervals.
Lifting his face to watch Duo's expression of hedonistic pleasure, he moved one hand away to pull the sunglasses from his lover's face, hungrily wanting to see his darkened violet eyes as he rubbed his thumb over one nipple. A sensitive spot made even more so by the slippery oil, Duo was writhing under Trowa's skilled hands, unable to form coherent thought. That sense of power over his lover's responses went straight to Trowa's heat-addled and passion-soaked mind, and he decided that both he and Duo needed more.
With one deft pull, Trowa had Duo's swimsuit down around his knees and easily straddled the other man's body. He made sure to avoid the stiff flesh that rose between his lover's legs, wanting to draw our their play for a bit longer. Duo's eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow, sensuous smile played across his lips. He ran one hand down his own bare chest, idly tracing one finger around his oil-drenched nipple until it formed a stiff peak of flesh. Trowa had a matching expression, and he reached out, grabbing Duo's hands and pinning them to the hard plastic of the lounge chair.
"I think you're taking too many liberties for a pool boy," Duo drawled out, tugging half-heartedly on his trapped wrists.
"I think you should allow me to do now my job, Mr. Maxwell."
"And just what job is that?"
"Why, making sure you enjoy your day at the pool. Now turn around. I haven't done your back."
Duo frowned a little. "I think you haven't done something else," he said, giving a little nod in the direction of his groin. Then he grinned and bucked his hips up, bumping his arousal against Trowa's jean-clad ass. Trowa made an unconscious sound, and then tightened his hands on Duo's wrists.
"Very tempting, but I shouldn't be lax in my duties."
With a sigh, the American agreed and Trowa released his wrists only long enough for Duo to kick off his shorts all the way and turn onto his stomach. Once on his belly, Trowa settled himself above Duo's tempting rear and flipped the other man's long braid over his shoulder. He pulled off his own tank top and reached for the bottle of suntan oil again, pouring a generous amount over Duo's back. The longhaired man gave a sigh of pleasure, rocking his hips against the chaise. Trowa slapped his hip lightly and Duo moaned unhappily but ceased his actions. The Spanish man was glad that his plans would not be interrupted and moved his hands over Duo's skin again, massaging the oil in soothing circles. And as was usually the case, Duo melted under his hands, his deep moans of pleasure lending to the feeling of satisfaction his green-eyed lover felt.
It was hardly any effort at all, for Trowa to slide his hands further down Duo's body, from shoulders, to back, to massage the muscles in the American's trim waist. And when his hands traveled further south, to lightly knead the flesh of Duo's ass, the only response was a louder moan and a return of Duo's effort to rub himself against the lounge chair. But this time, Trowa did not attempt to stop his lover's response, instead pressing his nimble fingers even farther against the pale mounds beneath him.
Pouring more oil in the dip of Duo's back, he slid one finger down, lightly caressing the valley between Duo's cheeks. When Duo moaned, his legs spreading a bit wider in invitation, Trowa took the offer happily, circling his lover's pucker with the tip of his finger before pressing into his warm depths. Duo was opening writhing between his legs, and Trowa was hard pressed not to just take him right then. He bit his lip hard when the longhaired man cried out, his hands digging into the plastic of the chaise and his hips thrusting frantically, trying to achieve much needed friction.
"Trowa! Oh shit! Stop fuckin' teasin' me!"
Trowa chuckled, a second finger working its way into Duo and starting a twisting motion. The American cried out, his hips backing backwards to thrust against Trowa's fingers.
Giving into temptation, Trowa leaned over, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin at the back of Duo’s neck. The chestnut-covered head fell forward and Duo groaned softly under the onslaught of Trowa’s lips and teeth. Duo’s skin tasted salty from his sweat, and the heat was bearing down even more. It added to the green-eyed man’s ardor and he pushed his fingers in even deeper, a third joining the other two in stretching his lover.
Duo was panting, rocking his body up onto Trowa’s fingers, with every downward thrust, and raking his erection against the smooth surface of the lounge. His movements became more frantic and Trowa couldn’t help but straddle one of Duo’s quivering thighs, pressing his own arousal against his lover’s flesh, his own body adding enough weight to press Duo more firmly against the chaise. And when Trowa’s fingers slipped even further in, brushing against Duo’s sweet spot, the braided man cried out, his body shaking and his back arching as he came.
The Spanish man groaned at the sight of his lover in the throes of ecstasy below him. Duo’s clenching muscles trapped his fingers, but he managed to move them slightly, prolonging his lover’s pleasure.
When the braided man collapsed against the chair, his breathing harsh and uneven, Trowa carefully pulled his fingers free. With very little thought, he stripped himself of his cumbersome jeans, throwing the worn denim to the grass. Finally free of his clothing, he pressed his body flat against Duo’s, nudging his erection between Duo’s legs.
He slid his hand down Duo’s side, relishing in the shiver that ran through the full length his lover’s body. His hand slick once more, he quickly coated his coated his cock with oil, then moved himself onto his knees between Duo’s legs.
"No, Mr. Maxwell, I don't think I'm quite done yet."
Duo looked over his shoulder, amethyst eyes burning into emerald. Trowa pulled up Duo’s hips, and rubbed the tip of his erection against Duo’s pucker before pushing in. The American’s gave a soft cry as he was penetrated, bracing his knees and raising his hands to hold onto the top of the chaise. Trowa’s own voice rumbled through his chest in a husky growl as he felt himself enveloped by Duo’s warm depths. He thrust forward until he was fully seated, and then without another word, pulled back and slammed in hard.
The action wrought a scream from Duo, his head still hanging down and his braid swinging forward from the force of the thrust.
“Oh fuck! Yes… again… do it again…”
A witty response was far from Trowa’s mind, and instead, he responded to his lover’s plea. Trowa was already too far-gone to even consider stopping; he set up a hard and fast rhythm, Duo’s body responding and accepting every movement. Trowa’s hands tightened on Duo’s hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as he relentlessly fucked him.
Faint thought flickered through the haze of lust and passion and Trowa removed one hand, snaking it around Duo’s heaving body, to capture his cock. He pumped the newly hardened flesh, savoring Duo’s increased sounds of pleasure. Breathing hard, Trowa changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing himself farther into Duo and stimulating his prostate again. Duo’s body clenched and Trowa moaned huskily into Duo’s ear. He pressed desperate kisses over Duo’s shoulders and neck as his hips snapped forward, his hand moving rapidly over Duo’s cock and sending them both closer to the edge.
For long minutes, the only sound in the backyard was the two men’s voices, raised in ecstasy. Trowa’s flesh slapped against Duo’s, his balls swinging to bump against the American’s ass. He squeezed Duo’s cock again and again in time with his thrusts, a blazing hot point of pleasure building up within Trowa’s body.
“… with me,” Trowa managed to rasp out.
He buried himself deeply one last time, a cry of pure rapture ripping from his throat as his seed filled Duo’s body. Duo screamed again, his own hot come splattering over Trowa’s hand and the lounge chair once again. The both froze for an eternal moment, their bodies caught in the web of orgasm.
Finally, over-stimulated and overheated, both men collapsed in a sweaty and sated heap on the plastic chaise. Duo turned his head to the side and Trowa managed to give him a soft kiss, placing the warmth of his love for the braided American into the meeting of their lips. Duo returned the kiss, and then broke away with a quiet sigh, his cheek flat against the warm plastic. Trowa remained flat on top of Duo, trusting his lover to be able to bear his weight, his arms coming up to embrace him. They were both too hot, too sweaty, too sticky to remain in their current positions, yet neither man felt the need to move.
They lay entwined on the lounge chair as the heat of the L2 summer day faded away into the warm night.
-- Owari --
