Warnings:
NC-17 for graphic citrus scene.
3:
The possibility that the
candy, received from my anonymous admirer, could have been poisoned was put to
rest with Duo’s hearty consumption of the entire thing…well almost all of it. I
did manage to take a bite of the sweet treat and now I can’t help feeling as if
I shouldn’t have done so. Just accepting it alone is enough to tell my ‘crush’
that I welcome her advances and I do not want to get her hopes in any way. I
tried to voice my concerns to Duo, but he brushed it aside by reassuring me
that I had nothing to worry about. If the girl (or boy he continues to insist
for some reason) continues to send things to me, I’d have to do some thorough
investigation, find out who he or she is and possibly have a heart-to-heart
talk with him or her.
I am definitely not looking
forward to that. I really do not do heart-to-heart conversations very well.
Fortunately, by the time I
was through dealing with the rest of my classes and a rather lengthy meeting
with the Council, any and all thoughts of some crush was completely wiped out
of my mind. I’m exhausted and only want to crawl into bed and sleep till
tomorrow morning. But as I open the door to my apartment, I suddenly remember
that Duo had promised to stop by tonight. He had left school with the others
while I was still stuck at the meeting and I knew he had gone home with the new
motorbike his mother had bought for him a few months back. Remembering the
night I had been on that machine with him, has me flushing as I let myself into
my quiet home.
I’m glad to see that the
place isn’t too messy and it looks decent enough to accept visitors, of course
this being Duo, I doubt he’ll pay much attention to how tidy or messy my place
is. Laughing softly to myself, I peel out of my uniform and change into a pair
of jeans and a dark blue sweater. Something bright flashes outside and taking a
quick look, I make a face at the drops of rain which begin to fall steadily against
my window. It hadn’t even looked that cloudy when walking home earlier. This
just goes to show that one can never rely on the weather or weather reports
either. I hope Duo makes it safe here. With the way he drives, it’s a miracle
he hasn’t gotten into more accidents.
I walk into my tiny kitchen
and eye the pantry warily. There’s not much in here since I haven’t had the
time to do any shopping lately, but I settle for at least making some hot tea and
if Duo does get hungry, he can always walk in here to fix himself a sandwich or
two. I will admit that I’m feeling a bit excited at finally having Duo all to
myself tonight. So yes, it’s a school night and we really shouldn’t be spending
so much time with each other but you’ve got to understand where we’re coming from. How would you feel if you finally had the chance
to see a loved one after three months of physical absence? I can assure you
that being apart from him or her for even an hour is definitely torture. Okay,
so I guess you all assume that I only want to sleep with him, but that’s just
the hormones talking. We really should try to at least have a decent
conversation first and foremost.
I nod to myself decisively. Yes,
we would definitely have to talk first………and naturally, fuck later.
_
Forty minutes later and I’m
currently reading one of the books required for my literature class or at least
attempting to. The raining cats and dogs outside and I am a bit worried that
Duo hasn’t showed up yet. Sure, I could have called him earlier to find out
what he’s up to, but I don’t want to seem like I’m being so…well…needy. If he promised to be here – and
he had not really set a particular time – I know he’s going to keep his
promise. So why isn’t he here yet? Why hasn’t he called to say he won’t be able
to make it? Did something happen to his mother or did she prevent him from leaving
the house? Is he caught in the rain and unable to drive? Or dear gods, is he
lying on the roadside somewhere bleeding to death and unable to reach me? Okay,
I’m really getting paranoid here and will have to stop thinking such morbid thoughts
or I’m bound to go crazy!
The shrill ring of my
telephone shakes me out of my dark reverie and I dive quickly for it, glancing
quickly at the caller ID in the hopes that it is Duo on the other end. Yes, it
is him and picking up quickly, I all but bark into the phone without betraying
my worry and yet relief.
“Duo? Just where the hell are
you?!”
I wince at the loud static
that fills my ears and I can clearly hear the sound of rain and thunder in the
background. Christ! He really is in an accident!
“…bike….ditch….elp…”
“What?! Speak up, Duo!” I
yell already walking towards my closet to pick out my hooded black raincoat. My
heart is racing madly and I cannot stop myself from imagining him lying on the
road with his skull cracked open and blood gushing out everywhere. Sorry, I
really should stop with the graphic descriptions of dead bodies.
“…Lee’s…ore…stuck…eero…”
Lee’s Store. I know that
place. It’s a small convenient store owned by Mr. Lee and his portly wife. They
are a nice couple and like to talk a lot – at least from the few times I’ve
visited - but that’s the least of my worries now. For the meantime, I know
Duo’s somewhere near the store and that’s a good start. It’s about two miles
from here and if I run fast enough, I’m sure I can make it in at least half an
hour or less.
“Just hang on, Duo! I’ll be
there in a few minutes, okay?”
“…anks! ….areful.”
I should be the one telling
you that, friend. You’re really going to be the death of me someday. Hanging up
the phone quickly, I slip into a pair of worn sneakers and cover my head with
the jacket’s hood. All too soon, I find myself running down the flight of
stairs with a flashlight in my hand and the rain soon pelting down on me in
torrents. For the umpteenth time, I tell myself that I really should get a car
soon. Quatre already has one. Wufei’s saving up to get himself the latest Roadster
and Trowa’s content with his sister’s Jeep while Duo, of course, has his
motorbike. Don’t get me wrong, I can afford a car if I want to, but I just
haven’t really found the need for it. I can always use the bus to get to school
or work and besides, most of my shopping is done at my place of work anyway. However,
I realize that if I had a car, I would have gotten to Duo much quicker than
this.
I am thoroughly soaked now,
despite the raincoat doing its best to protect me. The streets are, as expected,
relatively quiet and only a few cars dare to brave the wet weather as they drive
by. One bastard had the gall to drive so close to me, I barely had the time to
jump out of the way before I was doused with the cold mixture of mud and water.
After what seems like an
eternity, I can make out the familiar neon sign of Mr. Lee’s shop. It’s at the
end of a small street with only an apartment building in the distance and two
other shops as its only occupants. There is a railroad track which, once
crossed, would lead to the other side of the town – the more opulent section
which is where Duo and his mom live. I stop in front of the store, trying to
catch my breath and notice that they’ve closed for the night due to the weather
as expected. No wonder Duo couldn’t run in for shelter or make a proper phone
call. However, he could have, at least, stayed under the green awning in front
of the store. It’s much better than standing outside in the rain.
I walk down the street, my
flashlight waving about the barely lit area in search of my elusive boyfriend.
I have to be careful because I am aware of the gully which runs along side the
main road. It’s fairly easily for a cyclist or in this case someone on a
motorbike to fall into it, especially on a wet night like this and as I move my
source of light across the expanse of concrete and wild grass (the local
sanitary workers are seriously slacking off with their duties) I finally notice
the familiar sight of the black machine…at least a wheel… sticking out from a
clump of bushes.
“Duo?!” I yell out in mild
panic, hoping he hasn’t fallen into the ravine below.
“Over here!” comes the
familiar voice from somewhere on my left. “Geez man, for a moment I thought you
were a cop.”
He steps carefully over the
large puddle of water and all but staggers into my arms. I hug his slender body
tightly to mine, feeling him tremble in my embrace. He’s soaked to the skin as
well and the light brown jacket he’s wearing hasn’t done much to protect him. I
step back and eye him carefully, looking for some sign of damage to his body.
“You okay?” I ask quickly.
“Yeah,” he says with a small
smile. He holds up his hands with a sheepish look on his features. “I was
trying to pull the bike out of there and only ended up scrapping them a bit.”
A bit?! “Duo,” I gasp at the
sight of the raw flesh of his palms. I can only imagine his desperation in
trying to pull out the machine which must have been hot no doubt and getting
burned for his efforts. “We’ve got to take you to a hospital for that,” I say
decisively, ignoring the slight shake of his head. “You can’t even flex them
properly,” I snap impatiently. “Just what were you thinking?!”
“Hmm, that I wanted to see
you so badly, I didn’t care what happened to me?”
I can’t help blushing at the
statement, but seriously, this is no time to get sentimental over such things.
I want to knock his head in or worse, kiss the living daylights out of him.
“Yeah, well it’s no good to me if you’re dead now, is it?” I reply, kicking
myself for sounding a bit breathless. I wave the flashlight towards the
motorbike and eye the situation. There’s no way we’re going to be able to pull
it out of there. We’re going to need a tow truck for this one.
“Heero…” he moans and wraps
his arms around my waist from behind. His trembling has gotten worse and I
notice that he really can’t hold me that properly. I can see that he’s favoring
his injured palms and with good reason.
“Damn you,” I whisper softly,
lifting it gently to my lips. “You just don’t know how to practice restraint,
do you?”
His only response is another
low moan and I can feel him getting heavier against me. We really do need to
get out of the rain and holding onto his wrist gently; I lead him towards Lee’s
shop and at least a little shelter – a little because the awning doesn’t really
do much to protect us from the rain. Unfortunately, there are no benches or
chairs outside the store, but there are some empty wooden crates which must
have been used for vegetables and fruits, sitting by the door. Arranging them
quickly, I create a makeshift bench for both of us. I sit down gingerly on my
temporary seat hoping I don’t fall off and satisfied that it’s okay for my
weight, I make Duo join me. He sits down a bit heavily and immediately places
his head on my lap, his lashes falling closed in weariness.
“Sorry,” he whispers as I
caress his head with one hand while dialing the emergency hotline with the
other.
“Sorry for what?”
“Worrying you…” he says and
holds out a hand. “I was just trying to reach you in time…”
“Shssh,” I place a finger
against his lips to silence him. “As long as you are safe and sound that’s all
that matters to me. Of course if you had killed yourself, I’d still come to the
afterlife and kick your ass. Hello? Yes, we have an emergency here…”
I rattle off our situation
and location and then sit back to wait for the ambulance’s arrival. Duo’s
fallen silent and I have a feeling he’s gone to sleep – not that I blame him.
It’s been one hell of a day for both of us and we’re going to end up spending it
in the hospital. I begin to sneeze and he mumbles a quick ‘Bless you’ which has
me smiling softly.
“Do you remember the first
time I spoke to you, Duo?” I ask quietly, my smile becoming wistful. “It was
raining back then as well.”
I feel him smiling as he
replies just as quietly. “Yeah, you did, didn’t you? You and that damn umbrella
of yours. You were such a prick, Heero.”
“Hey, it was a perfectly fine
umbrella…and I wasn’t a prick…until you showed up.”
He laughs and rubs his head
upon my lap like a dog or a cat would. I flush at the gentle motion, having to
remind him that my cock is inches away from his face and doing that is only
aggravating the sensitive region.
“Duo,” I say weakly. “Don’t…”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t do to give
you a blow job here while the ambulance is on its way.”
“Geez, you only think about
that, don’t you?”
“Like you don’t?”
“Well…yeah…but…”
The sudden sounds of sirens
approaching have us sitting up slowly. They are pretty quick and all too soon,
we are led into the vehicle and Duo’s placed on a stretcher with his hands held
up before him rather stiffly. The medic tells us that Duo’s wounds aren’t that
critical and a simple application of some medicine, whose name I can’t
pronounce at the moment, as well as some shots, should help to ease the pain. A
tow truck would be called to take care of Duo’s motorbike and I make a mental
note to pay a visit to the body shop tomorrow to see how well they get it fixed.
When Duo’s prompted by the guy to tell us what happened, I finally get the
chance to hear the full story.
He had left the house a few
minutes before the rain had begun, assuming he would be able to make it to my
place in time if he used the short cut. Of course reminding him about the
dangers of riding along
I can only thank goodness the
wounds aren’t really that severe or according to the medic, Duo might have ended
up going for surgery.
St. Margaret’s
I’m in dry clothes again…if
you consider a hospital robe as proper clothing. The nurses have been kind
enough to offer to dry off our wet outfits, so Duo and I are stuck in this room
until it’s ready. His hands really do look like a mummy’s now. They’ve been
wrapped in thick bandages and he keeps holding them out as if afraid they’d
bite him or something.
“Laugh and you die,” he
growls as I try my best to stifle a giggle. He’s tucked up in the narrow bed
and can’t move, at least for a while, due to the small back brace the doctor
had put on him. It’s just as a precaution really. They had done some x-rays and
although there isn’t much extensive or visible damage to his spinal cord, they
still want him to wear it for a few days at least. “I don’t fucking believe
this.”
“Come now,” I say with a warm
smile as I walk towards his bed and sit on the edge. “At least you didn’t break
a leg or worse.”
He swears and fidgets a
little. “How long did they say I have to be like this again?”
“You can go home tomorrow
morning but you’ll have to be in both brace and bandages for at least two
weeks.”
“Ah, fuck…basketball tryouts
are in two days, Heero,” he whines. “I can’t play like this!” He holds up his
mummified hands and I can’t help it. The laughter spills out again and I have
to slap a hand over my mouth to control it as best I can. He’s glaring at me
and before I can stop myself, I lean close to capture his pouting lips in a
tender kiss.
A…rather…slow…and…sweet…and…mmmm….so
good…there’s the faint taste of nicotine and for some reason that turns me on
even more.
“No fair,” he mumbles thickly
within my mouth, his breathing now uneven as we begin to feel a familiar heat
flare between us. “You know I can’t move that much…”
“Who says you have to move?”
I whisper before claiming his lips thoroughly. I shift a little, now lying
halfway across his body as I lift my hands to cup his face gently. I can feel
the obvious swell of his cock beneath the flimsy cloth and damn if I’m not
getting hot and bothered already.
I lick the roof his mouth,
suck on his tongue roughly before pulling away just enough to seek permission
to do as I please.
“What if a nurse or doctor
comes in?” he asks in a trembling voice and then gives a rather girlish squeak
as my hand slips beneath his robe to squeeze the hard flesh already damp with
its need. “Fuck…Heero…this is so not fair…”
I grin and slide down his
body as slowly as I can, pushing the robe a bit higher to see my handiwork. His
cock is a throbbing piece of flesh in my hand and as I begin to stroke it
slowly, my lips hover around his balls before sucking on them gently. He
stifles his cry within the pillow, his body heaving rather quickly as my
attention to his swollen sacs becomes a slow torture for him. Hot drops of his
cum fall on my stroking hand and I lick it off quickly before teasing the base
of the pulsating organ with my tongue.
Duo’s body is trembling so
much now; I can’t help getting a bit worried that he might fall off the bed and
aggravate his injured back. However, he pats my head gently with his hand as a
signal for me to continue and that’s more than enough for me. Deliberately ignoring
his obvious arousal, now swollen to the point of spilling its’ seed, I push his
thighs apart a bit more to eye the tight entrance to his anus greedily.
“No,” he whispers harshly as
he seems to understand what I’m about to do. “Heero, don’t…ah fuck!”
I guess I should have
listened to him, for as soon as my tongue slips past the tight ring of muscle,
his cock twitches in my hand and soon his thick semen stains the sheet as well
as my hand and cheek. I’m sure there’s even some in my hair but I can care less
about it now. My cock’s literally ripping a hole right through my dressing gown
and it’s unfortunate that Duo will not be able to touch it in a while. Deciding
to make the best of it, I continue to fuck his ass with my tongue while
reaching down to stroke my neglected flesh quickly.
“Aaah…aaah…Heero…”
My name upon his lips, drawn
out in that husky whisper is simply music to my ears. It’s been so long since
I’ve had him like this – okay, hospital room not withstanding – but I’ve missed
him in more ways than one. I stiffen as my orgasm approaches, my other hand
still on Duo’s cock, as I stroke him harder and faster in time with my
self-gratification.
I close my eyes and withdraw
my tongue from his ass, watching through blurred vision at the clear thread of
my saliva that escapes the tiny, pink hole. I have to bite my lower lip hard to
stop myself from screaming as my toes curl in pleasure at my imminent
explosion. Duo arches into me with a thick grunt, his eyes squeezed shut, a
bandaged hand against his mouth to stop his own cry of satisfaction. Silently,
and yet fiercely, we come together – so hard that I almost lose my footing and
slide to the floor with the force of my ejaculation.
I collapse upon him in
exhaustion, my entire body trembling just as badly as his. I finally release
his cock and at his silent plea, hold up both sticky hands to his lips to give
him a taste. He moans and nudges me closer, our lips slowly meeting again to
seal our rather messy joy ride. There is a light sheen of sweat on our
foreheads as we pull apart to stare into each other’s flushed visages. Our
synchronized breathing is rather shallow and for a moment we gaze shyly into
eyes before giving in to nervous and yet giddy laughter.
“You perve,” he finally
whispers against my swollen lips. “You just had to do that, didn’t you?”
“Couldn’t resist,” I tease,
brushing away the damp bangs from his forehead gently. “It was staring right at
me and simply begged to be taken.”
“Well, next time wear
sunglasses or something and resist. You know I don’t last that long when you go
down there…”
“Shssh!” I place a hand
against his mouth as I hear footsteps approaching our room. I take a quick look
at our situation and it’s not looking good at all. The sheets are stained…so
are our robes and there’s no doubt that the thick smell of our coupling would
make it obvious that we had done something…eh…naughty.
“I think there are clean
sheets in the closet,” Duo whispers harshly.
“Where?!” I whisper back
frantically. The footsteps have, thankfully, stopped. But there are now two
more voices I hear. One belongs to the doctor, the other to the nurse and the
third…
“Over there. In that small
cabinet in the bathroom below the sink,” Duo says quickly, pushing me off the
bed. He begins to get up gingerly as I run into the bathroom to find the fresh linen.
“Hurry up,” he whispers
quickly. He’s moving towards the door – rather slowly - and then suddenly let’s
out a curse so colorful, I can’t help feeling a bit concerned.
“What is it?” I pull off the
stained sheet and begin to make the bed with the new one. I don’t even try to
make it neat enough, just as long as it’s clean that’s all that matters.
“My mom’s here,” he states
flatly.
“What?!” I scream in
disbelief as I toss the used sheet into the laundry bin.on to hold him tigsuddenly, forcing me to hide behind it as
the doctor, nurse an
“Yeah, she’s here. You’re
gonna have to make yourself scarce man.” He walks back to the bed and I help to
get him out of his robe. I don’t need to be told that twice as I run back and
forth like a nursemaid. I wipe Duo down quickly and help him back into bed. Satisfied
that he’s okay, I run back to the door and almost yelp in surprise as it opens
up suddenly, forcing me to hide behind it as the doctor, nurse and Mrs. Maxwell
walk in.
“Duo! My baby!” she cries out
quickly as she heads towards her son and holds him tightly. “When I got the
phone call, I was crushed! Where were you going to? And why didn’t you call
me?!”
This is the first time I’m
seeing Eleanor since I ‘tucked’ her to sleep several months ago. She looks even
more beautiful than ever before and it’s obvious she must have spent a lot of
time in the sun. Her expensive and flowery perfume fills the air adding to her
already coiffed and elegant look. She’s dressed in a simple but well-tailored
pant suit which shows off her feminine curves to perfection. She really is
something to look at and I don’t think describing her gives the full impact of
her presence in person. Just like her son, she seems to ooze a charisma and
charm that’s quite powerful. Duo gives me a quick look over her shoulder and I
know it’s my cue to escape while I can. The doctor’s currently checking a chart
beside the bed with the nurse by his side. I can leave now and no one would
notice.
“Ah, he came with that friend
of his,” the doctor says suddenly and I think I forget to breathe for a second.
“Friend? What friend?”
Eleanor asks quickly, pulling back to eye her ‘baby’ with a puzzled look.
“Just a guy who helped me out
on the street, mom,” Duo says with a soft nod. He suddenly groans (rather
dramatically) and falls back to the bed, but not before giving me a firm look that says ‘beat it!’ “I’m hurting all over
mom.”
The last thing I hear as I
make my way out of the room is Eleanor’s sharp demand for the doctor to tell
her why her son was in lot of pain. I
guess you might be wondering why we are so adamant that we keep our
relationship away from Mrs. Maxwell’s knowledge. Now, she’s a nice woman and
has been through a lot of hardships over the years to get her son back, but
like my parents, Eleanor’s not very welcome to the fact that Duo’s my
boyfriend. She seems to have the mentality that I’ll take Duo away from her and
trying to tell her that it isn’t going to be that way is like talking to a
brick wall. To appease her, Duo and I have decided to keep our relationship
‘quiet’ whenever she’s around. It only helps to make things so much easier amongst
us.
“Your clothes, Mr. Yuy,” the
nurse behind the desk says to me and I accept them with a warm smile of
gratitude. “There’s a shuttle bus ready to take you back home whenever you are
ready.”
“Thank you….Stacy,” I say,
reading off her name tag. She blushes faintly at the personal recognition and I
have the feeling she’s probably some freshman in college.
Several minutes later, as I
make my way towards the waiting bus, I notice that the rain has finally stopped
but it’s still rather chilly outside. I look up the building and towards the
window which I believe belongs to Duo with a wistful smile. Although the
evening hadn’t gone as well as we had both planned, at least we had gotten a
chance to be together for a while and it was well worth it. I can still taste
Duo in my mouth and for a moment, I entertain the thought of walking back to
that room and telling Eleanor that I had just given her son an indirect
blowjob. I wonder how she’ll take that bit of news. I’m guessing she’ll
probably have me locked up in some juvenile delinquent home for sex offenders.
After all; I had only sullied her precious ‘baby’.
Unfortunately, as we all
know, reality always has the tendency to bite us in the rear when we least
expect it and this time, Duo and I have managed to get out of it with only a
minor bruise to our secret fantasies.
One day, we’ll eventually
have to spill the beans to our families and when that day comes, I wonder if
we’ll be strong enough to deal with the consequences.
~End Period Three~