Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ And You Hear Me Call ❯ And You Hear Me Call, Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

And You Hear Me Call

Chapter 5

Pairing: 1+2/2x1

Category: post-EW timeline

Warnings: angst, sap, language, and in this part, graphic depictions of sex (LEMON). Read at your own peril.

Gundam Wing copyright Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency.

 

Many thanks to Natea for inspiring the idea through one of her old plot bunnies and beta reading, Diamroyal for beta reading and helping me through when I was stuck, Rich Anderson for help in orchestrating the whole injury, and most importantly, the readers.

 

“Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear”

--Snow Patrol, “Run”

 

“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” Duo felt open air hit all of his cock. “I...oh, shit. Heero, I'm sorry. Hold on a moment, I need to find it again.”

 

There was an irritated huff and a impatient thrust of the hips from Heero. Duo groaned inwardly. He'd just gotten started, and if Heero /was/ sore the next morning, it'd probably be from the bruises on his inner thighs than from any action tonight.

 

With his free hand, Duo grabbed his cock again and felt around for the hole. It was a lot easier to find this time; after a few moments, he positioned himself, making sure Heero was still aroused. His right wrist was going to hate him in the morning.

 

“Okay. Here we go. Try to relax this time.” Duo eased himself in little by little. He still wasn't used to this: on top of never having had sex before, there was the notion of having sex with Heero he had to wrap his mind around.

 

Being inside Heero was awkward. Not painful, but this was a new sensation for Duo—his hand couldn't come close to making him feel like this. After Duo had gotten used to the tightness again, he began moving, slower this time. Slipping out a second time would be a definite mood-killer. It was a goddamn miracle they'd even made it to the bed; he never thought Heero capable of tripping over his own pants.

 

He heard a loud gasp, followed by shallow panting, as he thrust in another time. “There?” he asked.

 

Heero raised his head off the pillow, giving a brief nod. Duo repeated the thrust and heard a loud hiss as his answer. He started moving in and out, only dimly aware of Heero's legs wrapping around him as he kept going faster.

 

Duo felt Heero clutch both of his arms, then a strangled gasp, followed by his muscles clamping down and sudden hot wetness on Duo's hand. One more thrust, and he came too, so hard he shook all over.

 

Pulling out, Duo barely had enough strength to move so he wouldn't bump foreheads with Heero as he sank down. He hoped Heero could push him off to the side; no way in hell did he have any energy left.

 

There was an odd weight on his ankles. Duo moved a foot slightly on the sheets before realizing Heero still had his legs wrapped around him. He opened his mouth to ask if he could get a shove off to the side, but changed his mind when Heero lazily draped an arm across him, rubbing the small of his back in slow, circular strokes.

 

“That was...memorable,” Duo slurred out. “Not magical. No rainbows to do you on. But that's okay. We just need practice.”

 

He felt Heero's soundless laugh underneath him and a warm hand slipping underneath his hair to gently caress his nape. How long had it been since that first evening? Duo didn't know, not the exact time. Probably a month or two ago; snow was still on the ground that night he visited Heero's apartment, and now on that same ground, there were green shoots poking their way out.

 

One, two, three, four, five, six or seven weeks, Duo thought. Sometime after that hand massage, the two of them paid more attention to each other than the movie. At first, it'd been no more than kissing and draping arms and legs around and on each other, and then somehow, without prompting or any fanfare, it seamlessly went into fooling around. That had been interesting, Duo thought; he'd learned more about his own body with Heero than he had in a bathroom by himself, even if one of those episodes had ended up with a visit to the clinic. That was when they'd learned teeth during a blowjob was a very bad idea. Even if he couldn't see it, Duo still felt the scar on his penis every now and then.

 

How did it get this far? Last year, if someone had told Duo he'd be in a relationship where he'd be having sex with Heero in his apartment, he'd have burst out laughing until he pulled a muscle. And yet, here he was, in the afterglow, with Heero wrapped around him like a four-legged octopus. He smelled of soap, sweat, and sex. Of course, given their position, it didn't seem like Heero wanted a shower, and at this point, neither did he.

 

But he didn't mind at all. He'd gotten used to the whole relationship thing with Heero. In fact, if it hadn't been for the “give me a week” crap he'd put out, he could say it just happened. And he liked it a lot. It'd been kinda out there the first week, but without realizing it, everything had sorted out.

 

Duo couldn't put a finger on why it had. Life was funny that way, he decided.

 

He felt Heero tapping the back of his neck, and he rose up a little to look at him. “Yeah?”

 

“Go to sleep,” Heero said. He pulled Duo back down for a quick peck on the lips.

 

“Sure thing.” Duo closed his eyes. The last thing he felt before drifting off was Heero bringing the hand on his neck down to join the one around his hips.

 

******

 

Heero expected to be the first one up. He was usually an early riser—mornings were the best time to run, especially before everyone else had gotten up—so he was surprised when he'd opened his eyes to find Duo gone and sunlight pooling on the bedsheets.

 

He heard Duo's off-key singing in the kitchen and shook his head. Coffee would have been fine, but if Duo wanted to go all out and make breakfast, Heero wasn't going to say no to that.

 

The clock on the nightstand read 9:45 AM. Definitely time to get up, Heero thought. Duo probably had his hands full with whatever he was cooking.

 

******

 

Fifteen minutes later, Heero ventured into the kitchen, cleaned up, but dressed only in boxers and a button-down shirt he'd found beside the bed.

 

Duo didn't look up from the stove. “Mornin'. Ah-ah-ah. Careful, careful. Don't wanna fuck this up.”

 

Heero released one arm from around Duo's waist and turned his head to face him. “You didn't have to, you know,” he mouthed.

 

Duo flashed a grin. “It's tradition. Whenever you have sex with someone, whoever's on top has to cook breakfast.” He turned back to the pancake on the stove, flipping it over. “You're not /too/ sore, right?” he asked, glancing sideways at Heero.

 

He shook his head. It was uncomfortable, but not something he couldn't ignore.

 

“Good. Maybe I /can/ be God of the Sack after all.”

 

Heero snorted, but squeezed Duo with the arm still on his waist.

 

“Not that I appreciate you being happy to see me—because I do—but it'd be great if you could get the coffee started. Breakfast should be ready soon. Syrup's in the fridge, right?”

 

Heero nodded.

 

“All right, then.” Duo prodded Heero with a hip. “Scoot!”

 

******

 

Even though he'd known Duo for three or four years, Heero was always stunned by some of his eating habits; one of them was the amount of sugar Duo consumed in one sitting.

 

A good example was Duo drowning his pancakes in syrup at this very moment. The plate looked about ready to overflow. If Duo didn't stop now, there'd be a small, sticky lake underneath he could damn well clean up himself.

 

Messes aside, just looking at that much syrup in one place made Heero's teeth ache. He took a sip of his coffee, hoping it'd cut through the imagined sweetness.

 

Duo noticed the face he was making over his mug and rolled his eyes. “Quit making faces and eat yours before it gets cold.”

 

“There's enough for a second stack, Duo.”

 

“Yeah, well. At least I don't smear `em in butter and jelly like Trowa does,” Duo countered through a mouthful. “God, watching that is /crazy/.” He swallowed, then cut another piece. “Butter and strawberry jelly slathered all over the place. Who the hell knew?”

 

Heero shrugged, taking a bite of his pancakes. Too much butter or jelly didn't sound good, but he didn't like putting too much of anything on to begin with. The best way, to him, was to start out with a little and then add more later.

 

“You like?” Duo asked. “They might be a bit dry, but I figured you weren't a fan of raw pancake batter. Better safe than sorry.”

 

Heero nodded, still chewing. He didn't find anything wrong with them, but then again, Duo had been using pancake mix, and the instructions on the box were so simple that even kids could follow them. That is, assuming their parents let them near the stove in the first place.

 

On the other hand, the few times they'd cooked dinner at home instead of getting pizza or take-out, Duo had proven himself to be competent at the very least. There were a few mess-ups for both of them, like Duo burning the stew and Heero overcooking the pasta, but for the most part, most efforts to cook by themselves had gone over rather well.

 

“So,” Duo said, bringing Heero out of his thoughts, “about last night...”

 

“What about it?”

 

Duo exhaled, pushing around the last pancake with his fork. “What does it mean? What do you think we should do from here?” At Heero's confused expression, he continued, “It's just...well, what happened last night has a certain `point of no return', if you get my drift. So, I wanna see what goes on from here.”

 

He had a point, Heero thought. They couldn't go back to being best friends the way they /had/ been after this; but he didn't think they were able to go back to being friends after the kiss, anyway. At this point, the two of them were seriously involved.

 

“Maybe we should announce it to everyone?” he said, after a few more bites. “You know, that we're together.”

 

Duo snorted and shook his head. “It's not like we have to fill out forms or whatever. I mean, Trowa already knew, and maybe Quatre does, with his perceptiveness, which really leaves Wufei and Relena. But if you're using the word `together', does that mean we're actually going out now? Does that mean you actually...want to go through with this?”

 

“I thought we were going through with it already.” Heero shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.

 

Duo fidgeted in his seat. “Well...yeah, we were. I mean, we are. Yeah. But you know, so we're actually going out, right? `cause if we are, and it's been a while, maybe...well, I dunno...”

 

Heero didn't respond, but instead leaned back in his chair, looking patiently at Duo.

 

“Y'know, well, I wasn't too sure about this at first. But I guess I eased in, and you grew on me somehow, and now that we've had sex and everything, that marks something, and we should /do/ another sort of something. Like...well...”

 

“Yes?” Heero reinforced his prompt by kicking Duo's shin.

 

“Ow! Fine, dammit! Jesus, you and Trowa both never give me a break about this,” Duo groaned. “Heero, what would you say to living together? Not right away, but at least starting to make arrangements or something. Like, starting this summer?”

 

Heero paused, staring at Duo thoughtfully from across the small table. Then, after a long time, he settled his foot on top of Duo's knees.

 

A few more moments of drawn-out mock deliberation, and he mouthed, “I think I'd like that a lot,” chuckling when Duo leaned back and let out a long sigh of relief.

 

******

 

Both of them moved in together to an entirely new apartment in July. “Entirely new,” to Duo, meant just that: an apartment that wasn't in his building, nor Heero's. It was for practical reasons; both of their apartments were only meant for a single occupant each, but Duo liked to see some sort of symbolism in having a place that was meant for the two of them right from the start.

 

Days lengthened into weeks into months until it occurred to Duo that it'd been one year since Heero had kissed him in his apartment and started all of this, and more than one year since Heero had lost his voice.

 

“Time flies,” he said to nobody in particular. Heero didn't turn around, but instead made the sign for “what?” as he nestled into the crook of Duo's neck.

 

“It's our anniversary, man. Or, at least around that time. I don't know the exact date.” Duo bent down to nuzzle the top of Heero's head. “Mmm. Soft.”

 

Heero snorted, tilting his head upwards with a questioning look.

 

“Look at us,” Duo said. “We're so boring; we're spending our anniversary at home on the couch. God, I didn't even realize it was until now. Silly me.”

 

Heero pointed at the candles burning on the coffee table, making a sign for the same word; Duo could almost feel the sarcasm coming off his fingers as they waggled at him.

 

“Aw, come on. You know that's for something else.” The city had declared tonight a special occasion, encouraging everyone to turn off their lights, televisions, and other electronic devices. It was supposed to bring everyone closer to each other. Duo thought it wasn't that terribly effective; neither did Heero, for that matter.

 

The candlelight did make another Saturday night on the couch feel more special, though. Like they were the only two people who existed, Duo thought, drumming his fingers lightly on Heero's forehead.

 

“Stop that,” Heero mouthed. He reached up to swat Duo's hand away, but Duo lifted it in time.

 

“Wonder what's next,” Duo muttered. “You know, other than having more time together to look forward to?” He looked down at Heero, who didn't answer, but raised a questioning eyebrow instead. “It's well, like we've known each other almost since forever. I know it's only been about four or five years now, but I can't imagine living without you at this point, you know?”

 

He moved his hand downwards, fingers lightly circling around Heero's bare ankle.

 

“What do you think about settling down?” Duo finally asked. “As in, making things official and getting married? Not now, but in a few years, maybe.”

 

“Are you proposing, Duo?”

 

Duo laughed nervously, staring into the candlelight. “Yup. There it is.” He watched the flames dancing for a small eternity, it felt like. Something to distract from the way his heart was headbanging into his chest.

 

Then he felt Heero slide a hand underneath his sweater, and looked down to see him rubbing Duo's stomach in slow vertical strokes, not saying anything. Duo was about to say, “Well?” when Heero looked up, leaned forward, and gently kissed him right between the eyes.

 

“I think,” he said, pulling back enough for Duo to lip-read, “I'd like that a lot.”