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Random Bishounen That Lives in My Room: Yeah, after what? One night?
Quiet. Any ways, knowing me, it's going to take me quite a long time to actually finish and post this chapter. I work on things very slowly, but then sometimes every thing clicks and I write at a million miles an hour. This is turning out to be sexier than originally planned. And now I have to decide if I want to stay in the present or past tense. Arg! I always end up switching between the two! If there are any reviewers this time, tell me which you prefer and help me decide. Or if this is getting to... sexy.
Make You Feel
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Christ, is this the second time I've woken up with explosions in my head? It feels like tiny little mobile suits battling it out in my skull. Where's Relena to pacify things when you need her? Mmmm... my mouth tastes funny. Like all the moisture's been drained out and placed in my lower body. Is that why my legs feel like rubber?
I finally open my eyes to the bland, white ceiling. For a second I can't see anything, but then my vision clears, although it's still blurry. That crack in the plaster was there yesterday, wasn't it? Is the rest of this week going to have me going through the same thing every morning? Man, I hope not. My body isn't used to being beaten about any more. I stopped working out. Does my body even have abs any more? My hand drifts down, underneath the covers, finding my stomach. Guess not.
It's around then that I realize I'm totally naked and that Heero is sitting on a chair on the left side of the bed. He stares at me, his face giving away no emotion, but I can see the dark bags under his eyes. Memories from last night suddenly play themselves out in my head. Ah, man. What do I do? Confess, or something? And how did he respond to the kiss?
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Ten in the morning."
Which morning? Yesterday, I woke up around... eleven. Got drunk around twelve. Stayed drinking for several hours, though. When did Heero come home? Shit, I can't remember.
"Have you been over there the whole night?"
"Yes. I removed your clothes because you puked all over them." Was that me, or did that sound a little defensive? But I can hear exhaustion in his voice. Heero's still speaking clearly, it's just too slow, and as if he's deliberately trying to not show he's tired. He'd do that.
"I'm sorry."
"You say that a lot." Heero gets up, slowly, and leaves my little abode. After a few minutes, I can hear him cleaning up in the main room.
I notice a glass of water and an Advil on my bed stand. Thank you God. I swallow the pill and down the entire glass. Been doing that a lot lately. Note to self: do not masturbate five times during the night and get falling down drunk the next day. Ever again. Now, some clothes would be a good idea. Only problem is, I haven't done the laundry for far too long, and my only clean pair of clothes is a dark pair of denim jeans. Good enough. Any underwear? No such luck. Damn. Having my hair down is a pain, and it's already a mass of tangles. I don't have a brush in here, but I can still braid it. There. Now I look like myself.
Trying to mentally prepare myself for Heero, I make a promise to myself to never again make a pass at him. That, and I am determined to understand his feelings for me. And if they don't exist, then I leave. Gone. No more Duo at the crappy three-room apartment. So, that having been stated very clearly in my mind, I waltz out the door.
Heero's cleaning up my mess. Besides the furniture being in disarray, there are beer bottles everywhere and sticky alcohol spilled on the table. I watch Heero for a while, transporting empty beer bottles to the recycling. I don't really know what to say. He's gone all robot again, but he did spend the whole night up with me. He deserves a little sleep.
"Listen, huh, Heero? I'll clean up the place. Go get some sleep or something." I actually scratch my head when I say this.
"Hn." He drops what he's doing and goes into his room. I can hear him strip and plop down on the bed. I refuse to budge until I hear a slight snoring issue from behind the door.
Smiling to myself as I rearrange the furniture into its usual position, I imagine what Heero looks like when he's asleep. The last time I saw that, we were dorm mates at one of those many schools we hung around at. Truth be told, he sleeps with his mouth open and drools, with his limbs spread all over the bed. I grab a sponge from the sink and wet down the coffee table at a meager attempt to get rid of the dark stains, only to no avail. Maybe I should by a new one.
The phone suddenly rings, driving back me into reality. A groan sounds from Heero's room and I launch towards the phone before it can ring again and wake him up. "Hello?"
"Duo? It's Relena. Are you okay?"
"Relena? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?"
"Good. However, you kinda stood me up for coffee last night."
"We had something scheduled? Oh, man. Sorry."
"Is something happening?"
"No. Not at all."
"Duo. I know you. If you don't tell me what's happened I will march on over there and demand an answer."
I smile. I have a personal liking for pushy women. So I tell her all that's happened, leaving out some certain details that I don't think she'd rather hear.
"I'm afraid to say I'm at a lost for words, though I am glad that this happened. A little." Her voice is pleasant and blunt.
"Heh. Only a little?"
"Well, I am worried about you. Heero isn't the easiest person to love, and I don't know if he can respond to it. How long has it been since you've talked to him? Like a real talk?"
"Umm... Too long. You know we don't talk. He just refuses to respond to most of the things I do."
"Are you okay with that?"
"Honestly, no. But I can deal."
"Well, I have a meeting, but I'm glad I got to talk to you. I hope that he will respond to you. Actually, I think he will, if you keep at it. I think you can open him and break that damn shell of his." It sounds like she's trying to convince herself of that.
"Thank you for that vote of confidence."
"Welcome. Get some yourself. Bye."
"Bye." A click and the phone line is dead. Confidence, huh? If Relena thinks I can open him up, maybe I can. Maybe not. But I don't think I can actually leave him. Ever. Despite my statement earlier. This need to be around him, I don't know where it came from, but it isn't going away. So I'll deal. I'm good at dealing.
After I finished cleaning up the apartment, I figured I'd better get my laundry done. And no, I didn't go walk to the laundro mat in just my pants. I did happen to have one clean jacket without a zipper. I got many pleasant stares on my way there.
It was just two blocks down, so it wasn't far, but laundry can get really heavy after two blocks, even more so if your carrying your room mates'. Waiting for the stuff to dry, I pick up a magazine and read the latest news. "Attempted Assassination of Ambassador Relena Darlian" with the sub headline, "And how does the Preventer Association carry out its job? Things you should know about your government." There is a very bad picture of Lady Une and a very miffed Wufei. Figures. Also interesting is that a circus is visiting town, with a clown with a very familiar hairstyle. Well, it'd be nice to see Trowa again. Better stop by when it comes.
The journey home was even harder, it seems clothes fluff up when clean. I didn't bother to put on a shirt, better save that for tomorrow. It took me ten minutes to put all the clothes in order, mine only. It took me another ten minutes to debate on whether or not I wanted to go into Heero's room to pack his clothes away. I did decide the act of replacing his clothes was a sufficient reason to go into his room, but I promised myself that I wouldn't wake him up.
I didn't describe Heero's room before, so here's the picture a little bit late. Once again, the floor is wood, with white walls and ceiling. Heero's is even sparser than mine, a single set of drawers exist beside his bed, serving as both a clothing space and as a bed stand for an electronic clock and a cheap white lamp. The bed is a single (mine's a double) with white sheets and a green quilt. There is a pile of stuff in the corner consisting of a laptop and papers from his work.
Sure enough, Heero's sprawled all over his bed, the sheets nearly falling off. Wearing only his boxers, he's lying on his back, head turned a little bit to the right, with his mouth open. No drool though.
It doesn't take as long as I thought it would to put away his clothes. Much too short. And, you gotta believe me, I was going to leave that room. I swear I was. But just as I was out the door, Heero moaned and turned in his sleep.
The first thing that comes to mind is: "Is he going to have another nightmare?" I stand still and watch for a while. The moaning gets louder, a little more urgent, and he thrashes harder. Oh God, please not another nightmare. Please don't scare me.
What can I do? I don't want to wake him up, I'm afraid he'll be mad at me for being in his room. The first week I moved in, he ended up nearly hitting me for doing just that. Then why didn't he do that for the shower incident?
But the moaning gets louder, and I go over to him. Heero's face is crinkled up, in something like a grimace of pain and fear. I'm so sorry Heero. I'm sorry.
I place a hand on his bare chest, gently stroking him. His body is hot and smooth, covered with a thin film of sweat. Slowly, he clams down, and the thrashing stops. The grimace fades from his face, until it's serene, peaceful. The moaning refuses to end though, and it becomes little whimpers from that tiny mouth. He slowly licks his lips. I can see the shining saliva coating his tongue. Those lips. That mouth I kissed. He's beautiful, really. Like an angel. The brown hair is in disarray, as usual, but it softens his face.
I slowly bring my hand to his face, touching, just briefly, his cheek, his lips, his hair. The hair is course, untamable, just like the rest of him. But his cheek is baby soft, pure. I brush my lips against his cheek, his eyelids, his ear. Just like a kiss of air. I carefully lick his neck, just where it meets his shoulders, my favorite spot, and taste the salt on my tongue. Like a drug. The essence of Heero. His hair just barely brushes my face.
He moans louder. And I know I should stop. I just don't.
Leaving a trail of kisses down the center of his chest, I rub his left nipple between my fingers. My hands are cold to him, and goose bumps arise from his skin. The nipple hardens immediately to my touch, while the rest of his body warms to me. His breathing quickens as does his heart beat, as does mine. I can sense his reaction in his boxers. Like heat slowly trailing up his body from between his legs, begging me for touching or kissing or more.
After a pause and a gulp, I slide a cold hand into his shorts. He gasps, arching his back. "Duo," he moans.
Duo?
My hand retreats from what it should not have been doing. I draw back, ready to flee from the room. This can't be happening. This isn't real. I wouldn't do this to my friend. My friend wouldn't call out my name. My bodily reaction to this is all wrong. This is wrong. This is disgusting. I shouldn't be enjoying this.
Heero whimpers, from the sudden shock of loss of touch, begging for more. Ah, God.
He's asleep. He doesn't have to know. He can think this is some sort of wet dream. That's okay. He doesn't have to know.
I return to the bed, kneeling beside it. I've never done this before, to someone else. I'm not sure how I should go about it. Just do what feels right, judge by how he reacts. I can do this.
I place the palm of my hand against his chest. Heero's body shudders with sudden anticipation. A smile forms on his face. Yes this is what he wants. This is what I want.
My hand slowly moves down his chest, memorizing all it touches. The warmth, the feel, the texture, the sweat. Reaching the elastic of the black boxers, I stop one last time. And carefully, slip my hand under them, to meet Heero's throbbing organ. He leaps to my hand, wonderful and large. I stroke his entire length with my thumb, ending at the pleasure sensitive tip. He groans my name one more time. I look at him, my heart pounding. This is all I can do for you now, but someday I swear I'll make love to you for real.
I wrap my arms around him, and his hips jerk forward. I slowly begin to pump, and speed up with time. He groans again and again, his hips in time with my movements. His body writhes under waves of pleasure, seeking release.
Seeing him there, like that, under my guidance, was enough to make my head loose its focus for a second. My body knows what to do however, so Heero doesn't notice.
And suddenly, he jerks forward with such ferocity that I almost miss the spasm in my hands. He comes crying my name, arching his back, with me beside him. I feel the wetness in my hand as he falls back into the bed. I can't bring my hand back from his heat, even though he's now limp. The warmth is almost like a drug to me, making me dizzy.
As he lies back into his bed, I feel no regret, except that I wished we could have done this while he was awake. And done more. Much more.
A satisfied smile dances across his lips as his face relaxes.
But then, droopy, heavy eyelids rise to uncover blue eyes, staring drowsily at me.
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Mmmm.... i need to change this to NC-17, right?
Random Bishounen That Lives in My Room: Yeah, after what? One night?
Quiet. Any ways, knowing me, it's going to take me quite a long time to actually finish and post this chapter. I work on things very slowly, but then sometimes every thing clicks and I write at a million miles an hour. This is turning out to be sexier than originally planned. And now I have to decide if I want to stay in the present or past tense. Arg! I always end up switching between the two! If there are any reviewers this time, tell me which you prefer and help me decide. Or if this is getting to... sexy.
Make You Feel
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Christ, is this the second time I've woken up with explosions in my head? It feels like tiny little mobile suits battling it out in my skull. Where's Relena to pacify things when you need her? Mmmm... my mouth tastes funny. Like all the moisture's been drained out and placed in my lower body. Is that why my legs feel like rubber?
I finally open my eyes to the bland, white ceiling. For a second I can't see anything, but then my vision clears, although it's still blurry. That crack in the plaster was there yesterday, wasn't it? Is the rest of this week going to have me going through the same thing every morning? Man, I hope not. My body isn't used to being beaten about any more. I stopped working out. Does my body even have abs any more? My hand drifts down, underneath the covers, finding my stomach. Guess not.
It's around then that I realize I'm totally naked and that Heero is sitting on a chair on the left side of the bed. He stares at me, his face giving away no emotion, but I can see the dark bags under his eyes. Memories from last night suddenly play themselves out in my head. Ah, man. What do I do? Confess, or something? And how did he respond to the kiss?
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Ten in the morning."
Which morning? Yesterday, I woke up around... eleven. Got drunk around twelve. Stayed drinking for several hours, though. When did Heero come home? Shit, I can't remember.
"Have you been over there the whole night?"
"Yes. I removed your clothes because you puked all over them." Was that me, or did that sound a little defensive? But I can hear exhaustion in his voice. Heero's still speaking clearly, it's just too slow, and as if he's deliberately trying to not show he's tired. He'd do that.
"I'm sorry."
"You say that a lot." Heero gets up, slowly, and leaves my little abode. After a few minutes, I can hear him cleaning up in the main room.
I notice a glass of water and an Advil on my bed stand. Thank you God. I swallow the pill and down the entire glass. Been doing that a lot lately. Note to self: do not masturbate five times during the night and get falling down drunk the next day. Ever again. Now, some clothes would be a good idea. Only problem is, I haven't done the laundry for far too long, and my only clean pair of clothes is a dark pair of denim jeans. Good enough. Any underwear? No such luck. Damn. Having my hair down is a pain, and it's already a mass of tangles. I don't have a brush in here, but I can still braid it. There. Now I look like myself.
Trying to mentally prepare myself for Heero, I make a promise to myself to never again make a pass at him. That, and I am determined to understand his feelings for me. And if they don't exist, then I leave. Gone. No more Duo at the crappy three-room apartment. So, that having been stated very clearly in my mind, I waltz out the door.
Heero's cleaning up my mess. Besides the furniture being in disarray, there are beer bottles everywhere and sticky alcohol spilled on the table. I watch Heero for a while, transporting empty beer bottles to the recycling. I don't really know what to say. He's gone all robot again, but he did spend the whole night up with me. He deserves a little sleep.
"Listen, huh, Heero? I'll clean up the place. Go get some sleep or something." I actually scratch my head when I say this.
"Hn." He drops what he's doing and goes into his room. I can hear him strip and plop down on the bed. I refuse to budge until I hear a slight snoring issue from behind the door.
Smiling to myself as I rearrange the furniture into its usual position, I imagine what Heero looks like when he's asleep. The last time I saw that, we were dorm mates at one of those many schools we hung around at. Truth be told, he sleeps with his mouth open and drools, with his limbs spread all over the bed. I grab a sponge from the sink and wet down the coffee table at a meager attempt to get rid of the dark stains, only to no avail. Maybe I should by a new one.
The phone suddenly rings, driving back me into reality. A groan sounds from Heero's room and I launch towards the phone before it can ring again and wake him up. "Hello?"
"Duo? It's Relena. Are you okay?"
"Relena? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?"
"Good. However, you kinda stood me up for coffee last night."
"We had something scheduled? Oh, man. Sorry."
"Is something happening?"
"No. Not at all."
"Duo. I know you. If you don't tell me what's happened I will march on over there and demand an answer."
I smile. I have a personal liking for pushy women. So I tell her all that's happened, leaving out some certain details that I don't think she'd rather hear.
"I'm afraid to say I'm at a lost for words, though I am glad that this happened. A little." Her voice is pleasant and blunt.
"Heh. Only a little?"
"Well, I am worried about you. Heero isn't the easiest person to love, and I don't know if he can respond to it. How long has it been since you've talked to him? Like a real talk?"
"Umm... Too long. You know we don't talk. He just refuses to respond to most of the things I do."
"Are you okay with that?"
"Honestly, no. But I can deal."
"Well, I have a meeting, but I'm glad I got to talk to you. I hope that he will respond to you. Actually, I think he will, if you keep at it. I think you can open him and break that damn shell of his." It sounds like she's trying to convince herself of that.
"Thank you for that vote of confidence."
"Welcome. Get some yourself. Bye."
"Bye." A click and the phone line is dead. Confidence, huh? If Relena thinks I can open him up, maybe I can. Maybe not. But I don't think I can actually leave him. Ever. Despite my statement earlier. This need to be around him, I don't know where it came from, but it isn't going away. So I'll deal. I'm good at dealing.
After I finished cleaning up the apartment, I figured I'd better get my laundry done. And no, I didn't go walk to the laundro mat in just my pants. I did happen to have one clean jacket without a zipper. I got many pleasant stares on my way there.
It was just two blocks down, so it wasn't far, but laundry can get really heavy after two blocks, even more so if your carrying your room mates'. Waiting for the stuff to dry, I pick up a magazine and read the latest news. "Attempted Assassination of Ambassador Relena Darlian" with the sub headline, "And how does the Preventer Association carry out its job? Things you should know about your government." There is a very bad picture of Lady Une and a very miffed Wufei. Figures. Also interesting is that a circus is visiting town, with a clown with a very familiar hairstyle. Well, it'd be nice to see Trowa again. Better stop by when it comes.
The journey home was even harder, it seems clothes fluff up when clean. I didn't bother to put on a shirt, better save that for tomorrow. It took me ten minutes to put all the clothes in order, mine only. It took me another ten minutes to debate on whether or not I wanted to go into Heero's room to pack his clothes away. I did decide the act of replacing his clothes was a sufficient reason to go into his room, but I promised myself that I wouldn't wake him up.
I didn't describe Heero's room before, so here's the picture a little bit late. Once again, the floor is wood, with white walls and ceiling. Heero's is even sparser than mine, a single set of drawers exist beside his bed, serving as both a clothing space and as a bed stand for an electronic clock and a cheap white lamp. The bed is a single (mine's a double) with white sheets and a green quilt. There is a pile of stuff in the corner consisting of a laptop and papers from his work.
Sure enough, Heero's sprawled all over his bed, the sheets nearly falling off. Wearing only his boxers, he's lying on his back, head turned a little bit to the right, with his mouth open. No drool though.
It doesn't take as long as I thought it would to put away his clothes. Much too short. And, you gotta believe me, I was going to leave that room. I swear I was. But just as I was out the door, Heero moaned and turned in his sleep.
The first thing that comes to mind is: "Is he going to have another nightmare?" I stand still and watch for a while. The moaning gets louder, a little more urgent, and he thrashes harder. Oh God, please not another nightmare. Please don't scare me.
What can I do? I don't want to wake him up, I'm afraid he'll be mad at me for being in his room. The first week I moved in, he ended up nearly hitting me for doing just that. Then why didn't he do that for the shower incident?
But the moaning gets louder, and I go over to him. Heero's face is crinkled up, in something like a grimace of pain and fear. I'm so sorry Heero. I'm sorry.
I place a hand on his bare chest, gently stroking him. His body is hot and smooth, covered with a thin film of sweat. Slowly, he clams down, and the thrashing stops. The grimace fades from his face, until it's serene, peaceful. The moaning refuses to end though, and it becomes little whimpers from that tiny mouth. He slowly licks his lips. I can see the shining saliva coating his tongue. Those lips. That mouth I kissed. He's beautiful, really. Like an angel. The brown hair is in disarray, as usual, but it softens his face.
I slowly bring my hand to his face, touching, just briefly, his cheek, his lips, his hair. The hair is course, untamable, just like the rest of him. But his cheek is baby soft, pure. I brush my lips against his cheek, his eyelids, his ear. Just like a kiss of air. I carefully lick his neck, just where it meets his shoulders, my favorite spot, and taste the salt on my tongue. Like a drug. The essence of Heero. His hair just barely brushes my face.
He moans louder. And I know I should stop. I just don't.
Leaving a trail of kisses down the center of his chest, I rub his left nipple between my fingers. My hands are cold to him, and goose bumps arise from his skin. The nipple hardens immediately to my touch, while the rest of his body warms to me. His breathing quickens as does his heart beat, as does mine. I can sense his reaction in his boxers. Like heat slowly trailing up his body from between his legs, begging me for touching or kissing or more.
After a pause and a gulp, I slide a cold hand into his shorts. He gasps, arching his back. "Duo," he moans.
Duo?
My hand retreats from what it should not have been doing. I draw back, ready to flee from the room. This can't be happening. This isn't real. I wouldn't do this to my friend. My friend wouldn't call out my name. My bodily reaction to this is all wrong. This is wrong. This is disgusting. I shouldn't be enjoying this.
Heero whimpers, from the sudden shock of loss of touch, begging for more. Ah, God.
He's asleep. He doesn't have to know. He can think this is some sort of wet dream. That's okay. He doesn't have to know.
I return to the bed, kneeling beside it. I've never done this before, to someone else. I'm not sure how I should go about it. Just do what feels right, judge by how he reacts. I can do this.
I place the palm of my hand against his chest. Heero's body shudders with sudden anticipation. A smile forms on his face. Yes this is what he wants. This is what I want.
My hand slowly moves down his chest, memorizing all it touches. The warmth, the feel, the texture, the sweat. Reaching the elastic of the black boxers, I stop one last time. And carefully, slip my hand under them, to meet Heero's throbbing organ. He leaps to my hand, wonderful and large. I stroke his entire length with my thumb, ending at the pleasure sensitive tip. He groans my name one more time. I look at him, my heart pounding. This is all I can do for you now, but someday I swear I'll make love to you for real.
I wrap my arms around him, and his hips jerk forward. I slowly begin to pump, and speed up with time. He groans again and again, his hips in time with my movements. His body writhes under waves of pleasure, seeking release.
Seeing him there, like that, under my guidance, was enough to make my head loose its focus for a second. My body knows what to do however, so Heero doesn't notice.
And suddenly, he jerks forward with such ferocity that I almost miss the spasm in my hands. He comes crying my name, arching his back, with me beside him. I feel the wetness in my hand as he falls back into the bed. I can't bring my hand back from his heat, even though he's now limp. The warmth is almost like a drug to me, making me dizzy.
As he lies back into his bed, I feel no regret, except that I wished we could have done this while he was awake. And done more. Much more.
A satisfied smile dances across his lips as his face relaxes.
But then, droopy, heavy eyelids rise to uncover blue eyes, staring drowsily at me.
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Mmmm.... i need to change this to NC-17, right?