Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Advanced Reservations ❯ Chapter 17

Disclaimers: Not mine, don’t sue. I’ll send one of my kids to terrorize you if you do.
Warnings: Lemon ahead! If you don’t know what it is or don’t like it, don’t read it. This is yaoi!!
AN: This is the last part! Thanks to all those that were patient enough to read the whole thing
On with the next part!!


Trowa rolled over, blindly groping the sheets beside him without opening his eyes. Realizing that he was alone, he slowly cracked one eye, then the other. Instead of being faced with his long-haired lover as he was used to, he found a folded piece of paper on the pillow beside him.
Snatching the paper, he rolled up in one graceful move. Reading the short note that had been left for him, he grinned, rising from the bed, now fully awake. He glanced at the clock before leaving the room, noting that it was still early. They had several hours before having to leave for the spaceport. He had plans to occupy those hours, and from the note, it would seem that Duo did as well.
He didn’t pause at the threshold of the room, now used at least two or three times a week, walking in and taking a long look at the lean man relaxing in the water. “You aren’t getting that wet, are you?” he asked, directing a glance to the cast that still encased Duo’s wrist.
He was rewarded with a lazy smile, “Nah. Can’t wait until I get the damn thing off, though,” Duo replied, barely sparing his wrist a glimpse, more focused on watching Trowa remove the pajama pants he had slept in. “Find my note?”
It was Trowa’s turn to grin, “Is there any doubt?”
Violet eyes slowly caressed his body, eventually fixing on the erection that stood proudly on his body. Slowly, Duo’s eyes returned to Trowa’s face, the lazy smile morphing into a lecherous smirk, “Not a doubt in my mind.”
Hissing slightly at the heat of the water, Trowa settled himself behind Duo, nudging him away from the wall with his legs. Duo put his legs up, resting his cast on one knee, while the taller man began to leisurely run a sponge over the skin of his back.
Trowa put the sponge down, reaching for the end of Duo’s braid. “May I?” The American didn’t respond verbally, just leaned back against Trowa’s chest and nodded, a soft smile on his face.
Slowly working the hair free of it’s confines, Trowa worked his hands through the long tresses. Duo teased him often about the obsession with his hair, but never complained when nimble fingers threaded their way through it.
Guiding Duo to lean back, Trowa used cupped handfuls of water to wet the thick mane, taking his time. It had been several days since they were able to take their time with anything, the last few weeks had been anything but relaxing. Now, he was determined to make up for the time they had lost. Even though they had been together, there had been a hurried feeling to their lovemaking, making him yearn for the relaxed exploring they had done in their first few days.
His lover didn’t appear to have any objections to this, almost purring his pleasure as Trowa first soaped, then conditioned his hair. After rinsing the tresses, Trowa draped them over his own shoulder in order to keep them out of the soapy water. Realizing that this left Duo’s neck nearly bare of restrictions, he attacked the smooth column with tongue and teeth, eliciting a gasp and a throaty moan from his victim.
His hands weren’t idle as he nibbled and sucked on Duo’s neck and shoulders, roaming first the American’s back before moving around his body to tease his chest. He raised his eyes in time to catch Duo’s arm, hovering dangerously close to the water. “You can’t get your cast wet, love,” he admonished softly, smiling when a shiver passed to him from Duo.
“I can’t think about the thing when you start doing that,” his lover huffed, pouting a little. When Trowa began nipping at an earlobe, Duo’s eyes rolled back in his head before closing on a groan.
“Why don’t we get out of here and go to somewhere we can be a little more comfortable,” he suggested.
The words were barely out of his mouth when Duo stood quickly, giving him a wink as he stepped out of the hot tub. His expression was dismayed as he eyed the length of wet hair covering half his body. “Would you take care of this for me first?” he queried, with a hopeful look.
Out of the water, Trowa dried himself with a fluffy towel, then did the same for Duo, making his touches and caresses long and lingering. By the time he draped another towel around his lover’s shoulders, Duo was nearly glassy eyed with pleasure. Stepping forward and leaning down, Trowa ran his tongue up Duo’s throat, lapping up a stray droplet of water that was running down the smooth column. “Of course I’ll take care of that for you,” he replied softly, his tone telling Duo that he planned to take care of several things, in time.
Hearing the intentions in Trowa’s voice, Duo moaned, “You’re gonna tease me to death, aren’t ya, Tro?”
“No, but I do plan to take my time.”
Taking Duo’s hand, he led him back to the bedroom, directing him to the side of the bed. Reassured that his lover wouldn’t move, he quickly fetched the brush and settled himself behind Duo again. He released a groan of his own when the smaller man shifted, deliberately rubbing his naked backside against Trowa’s erection. “Your hair is not going to brushed if you keep doing that, Duo.”
He couldn’t see his expression, but he was able to hear Duo’s snicker clearly. With every intention of completing Duo’s hair, Trowa pushed the urge to pull his lover to the bed out of his mind, at least for the next little while.
He took his time, spending almost an hour pulling the brush through the long hair, enjoying the sensation of it sliding in his fingers. Every time he finished a stroke with the brush, he touched Duo with his mouth or hands, soft touches that were slowly driving the smaller man insane. The shifting of Duo’s body, combined with the soft sighs and moans were having the same affect on Trowa, his body very aware of the naked body in front of him.
Deciding that they had both waited long enough, he dropped the brush to the floor. As soon as it hit the floor, Duo turned to him with a low growl, using his good hand to push Trowa to the bed. Trowa could only watch as his lover climbed up his body, aligning their bodies and rubbing their erections together. “I can’t wait any longer,” the long haired man gasped out, panting from pleasure from the friction he was causing.
Trowa had to agree, groaning as he watched his lover throw his head back, long hair trailing over Trowa’s legs, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Sitting up quickly, he grabbed Duo by the waist with one hand, reaching under his pillow for a much used tube with the other. He handed the tube to Duo, who flipped open with his good hand, squeezing some onto Trowa’s fingers. He wasted no time, preparing his lover in their current position by pushing his hand between their bodies.
He didn’t tease Duo any longer, well past the point of torturing his lover. His mind was falling into the primal mindset that he often experienced when he was with Duo like this. The urge to take, to conquer washed over him as Duo rode his fingers desperately. With a growl, he pulled his fingers away, placing both hands on Duo’s sides and picking him off his lap. At the move, Duo reached between them, positioning Trowa’s hardness, keening when he began to be filled at an excruciating pace, far too slow for his liking.
Gritting his teeth as Duo’s body gripped him, Trowa controlled the rate of his lover’s descent, wanting to be seated fully, but not at the risk of hurting Duo. When Duo slid down the last bit of length, Trowa fought the need to start moving. It took all the willpower he possessed to wait the few minutes that Duo needed to adjust to his size.
“Trowa…” Duo moaned, rocking his hips slightly, gasping at the sensation. Trowa grinned, knowing that in this position he would be hitting his love’s prostate with every thrust.
He quickly pushed Duo up, then just as fast pulled him back down, reveling in the cries of ecstasy he could force out of Duo. Shifting, he pulled his knees under him, Duo still in his lap but able to move himself. The American tried to sink down on him, eyes that had been closed in pleasure opening when Trowa held him still. “What do you want?”
“Do you need to ask me that?” Duo was panting, frustration clear on his features. When Trowa merely waited, he finally gave in. “Fuck me, Trowa.”
At the words, Trowa thrust forward, into the warm heat of Duo’s body. Duo’s good hand gripped the hair at the back of Trowa’s head almost painfully, but he paid it no mind. His focus, his moment, his whole world was centered on the pleasure he could take and give to the man he loved so much.
He quickly built up a rhthym, almost brutally pounding into Duo’s body, urged on by the cries and gasps from his lover. His body began to tighten, all the tension funneling down to one point, so Trowa grasped Duo’s erection. He barely touched Duo before the long haired man screamed, pumping his thick fluid between the two of them. Duo’s muscles clamped around him, forcing his own orgasm, a hoarse scream pushing its way out of his throat as he filled Duo’s body.
They collapsed to the bed, attempting to be careful of Duo’s wrist and the amount of hair that was tangled around them both. It was several minutes later when Trowa worked up the energy to speak. “That was amazing.”
Duo smiled, brushing his fingers over the other man’s cheek, “Every time, it just gets better. We’re gonna kill each other with pleasure one of these days.”
Chuckling, Trowa rolled over, placing his body half on top of Duo’s and kissing him soundly, “Can you think of a better way to go?”
Pulling him down for another languid kiss, the American smirked, his eyes happy and sated for now, “I sure can’t.”