Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Food ❯ When Water Misbehaves ( One-Shot )

Warnings: yaoi, lime, 5x1, PWP, TWT, fluff

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters are not mine. Dammit.

Author: Cherry Blossom

Title: When Water Misbehaves

Summery: Heero and Wufei spend a day at the beach

 

do you like to watch when water misbehaves?

do you like waves?

as the wind shifts and shifts again

the sail smiles

and gently slaps around the mast

ballast

- Ani Difranco

 

This is nice. My arm is falling asleep faster then the rest of me and I think my nose is getting sunburnt but…this is nice. Heero is already gone, lulled into dreamland by the slow rock of the boat and the hot pulse of the sun on his back. He's smiling in his sleep; I can tell. His head is heavy on my shoulder and I can feel his lips curve against my skin. My fingers trail absently over his sun warmed skin that's been pinking a bit, despite the sunblock I know I spread over every possible inch of his body before we went out.

 

`Hm, maybe we need to have a repeat performance.'

 

“Stop thinking dirty things.”

 

I glance down to see small slits of intense blue peering at me from beneath jagged brown locks of hair.

 

“I thought you were sleeping,” I murmur.

 

He yawns widely and reaches up brush long fingers against my cheek. I turn my head to the side and catch the tips in my mouth, nipping briefly before he chuckles and takes the hand away.

 

“Your smirking woke me up,” he declares, stretching out the muscles in his arms and back with a small sigh. I watch the play of tightening and relaxing muscles under his skin and find my mouth suddenly very dry.

 

“How can my smirking possibly wake you up?”

 

He shrugs carelessly and lifts his head off my shoulder in order to press his lips against mine in a quick kiss. Instantly, the blood rushes back into the limb and that pins and needles feeling starts to make me aware of just how long we've been laying like this.

 

Gulls shriek overhead and swoop down close to the small boat which bobs along in the gentle push and pull of the waves. He's watching the sea birds squabble over some small piece of kelp in the water with an almost wistful look on his face.

 

“Heero?”

 

“Hn…”

 

I shift closer, careful not to rock the boat with my movements, and wrap my arms around his neck, letting them dangle down his chest to brush at those lovely cinnamon-tipped nipples that stand out against the golden, slightly reddish skin. He leans back into the touch, a quiet moan escaping his lips.

 

“Penny for your thoughts?” I prompt, wanting to know what caused that sad expression.

 

He smiles and shakes his head. “Just remembering what it was like to fly with Wing. Sometimes, if I tried real hard, I could almost imagine that I was a bird in the sky, not some soldier on the battlefield. It felt…it felt like freedom.”

 

“Oh.” Unsure of what to do with this information, Heero rarely shares his feelings this completely, I tighten my arms around him in an attempt to comfort. “I guess you miss that feeling.”

 

He turns in my arms and rests his palms against the bare skin of my chest, rubbing slightly and then trailing the fingers down to the soft skin of my stomach. I can't hold back my gasp of desire. He smirks triumphantly.

 

“Not really,” he says. “I get that feeling all the time, when I'm with you.”

 

His hands move a bit lower and suddenly I'm seeing stars as he strokes me through my bathing trunks. Shuddering with pleasure, I dig my nails into his shoulders and hold on tight as his fingers curl around the cloth covered organ, squeezing slightly.

 

“You are such a sap,” I gasp.

 

“Mm hm,” he agrees readily, ducking his head down to lick at my chest, pulling me between his spread legs so I can feel his hardness against my own. I fist my hands into thick, chocolate locks and squirm wildly against him. We rock together, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until…

 

“Yipe!”

 

The shock of cold water against my skin brings me to a sudden halt and I pull back from Heero just in time to keep the boat from toppling over and dunking us both in the sea. I look over at my lover to see him trying not-so-successfully to hide a grin.

 

“Something funny?”

 

“You just screamed like a girl.”

 

“I did no such thing. I'll have you know, that was a very manly scream, Heero Yuy. The manliest scream you'll ever hear.”

 

“Uh huh. Sure Fei.”

 

“I'm serious. It was definitely the scream of someone with a Y-chromosome, you just can't appreciate it.”

 

“Don't pout, your face will get stuck that way,” he teases, leaning in close for a slow, searing kiss. His tongue moves in smooth swipes around my mouth and I feel a sudden rush of heat to my groin. Reluctantly, I break the contact.

 

“The boat is probably not the best place to do this.”

 

He grabs my wrist and presses a small kiss to the pulse point. He scrapes his teeth lightly against it and I almost moan in ecstasy. God how this man affects me…

 

“Hee-ro,” I whine.

 

“Wha-at?”

 

“We'll topple the boat. Do you want to get soaking wet?”

 

“Well…”

 

I glare at him and he releases my wrist with a sigh, pursing his lips a bit and frowning at me. I have to laugh at his childish expression.

 

“Now who's pouting?” I tease.

 

“Urusai,” he commands, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away, pouting even harder if it is at all possible.

 

I creep up behind him, slowly snaking an arm around his waist and bringing his body back to rest against mine. He practically melts into me, his head finding an instant pillow on my shoulder. I let my hands wander over his skin, randomly finding places to poke and play. He twitches when I slide a finger over the sensitive juncture between hip and thigh. As I stroke that spot again he begins to breathe faster, little puffs of air escaping his lips in short gasps.

 

“Now, now lover,” I whisper into his ear while one of my hands gets busy working its way into the denim cutoffs he's wearing. “If you promise to be good I can give you a little something to tide you over, until we get back to shore. How's that?”

 

His wordless exclamation as my fingers circle around his erection is enough of an answer for me. For a moment I simply cradle the throbbing organ in my hand, feeling its weight and heat and the way it twitches and pulses against my fingers. He whimpers and shifts restlessly, crying out in protest when I reach my other arm across his abdomen to hold him still.

 

“Behave, lover. Remember the boat.”

 

“Fuck the boat,” he growls, trying desperately to move against my hand while my arm holds his hips in an iron grip.

 

“Rather fuck you,” I reply, smoothing my palm over the silky heat of him in slow, even strokes. He groans and bows his head helplessly, and I immediately dive forward to take the pink earlobe that has presented itself so prettily to me in my mouth, grasping it with my teeth and sucking hard.

 

“God `Fei…” he pants, frantically moving his hips in tight circles against my arm, searching for more friction.

 

“Easy love,” I whisper, moving my hand faster, harder. He's keening now, rapid little cries in Japanese so I can't tell what he's saying. As if I needed a translator to tell me what he's saying. His body tells me well enough.

 

His head droops back on my shoulder and his eyes close tightly against the glare of the sun. I feel his muscles tightening against me and know he won't last much longer. Slowly I remove my arm from around his waist and dip it into the water out the side of the boat. He's so lost in the movements of my fist around his penis that he doesn't even notice his restraint is gone. In one smooth movement, I cup the seawater in my palm and bring it splashing down on his erection. The shock of the cold water on his burning skin pushes him over the edge and as he fills my hand with his sticky seed, I bring my mouth down hard on his, swallowing his scream.

 

Breathless, he sags against my chest, turning to place shaky hands around my neck. My own erection is threatening to tear through my bathing shorts, but a quick dip in the water will solve that problem soon enough. It's worth a case of blue balls just to hear Heero let go like that. He's usually so reserved. This vacation to the beach turned out to be a pretty good idea after all.

 

After a few moments of silence, he stirs. “God…”

 

“Now who screams like a girl?”

 

“Urusai.”

 

 

 

 

 

Fin.