Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Captain of His Heart ❯ Chapter 1

A/N: Written for the What’s Your Kink? challenge on the Live Journal community gw_fic_exchange.



The beeping of the security pad on the cockpit door reached the ears of Captain Heero Yuy just as he finished his final check of the weather in Cancun prior to landing. His heart leapt in his chest with the hope that it was his favorite flight attendant on the other side.

The trip from Los Angeles was only four and a half hours, so the crew didn’t have as much free time as on longer flights. Heero always looked forward to the visits from the lively steward who frequently dropped in to ‘shoot the breeze’ with the pilots when his duties were caught up.

Heero had been attracted to Duo Maxwell from the moment he first saw him, climbing the stairs into his plane on their first flight together many months before. Since that time, Heero had scheduled the attendant on as many of his flights as possible, and always made a point to invite him personally when the entire crew went out for dinner or drinks after landing.

In the short time that Duo had been with the airline, he’d made many friends, and was high on the preferred list of many of the other pilots, as well. Everyone in the company seemed to like the outgoing young man, and both male and female employees flirted with him unabashedly. He had never rebuked the attentions of any of his admirers, but neither had he encouraged them.

His unconcern over the attention he received from the male gender both fascinated and frustrated Heero. He could never ascertain whether the braided attendant actually welcomed the advances, or was just too friendly, or even too naïve, to see the men as serious suitors.

Duo was a very tactile person by nature, and touched people often. Heero was frequently the recipient of the attendant’s affection, and found himself melting inside with every impromptu shoulder massage, squeeze of his arm, or half hug bestowed upon him. Whether or not those acts of endearment meant that there could be anything more than friendship or camaraderie between them confounded him.

Heero smiled as the door opened, and his hope was realized as the younger man waltzed into the small cabin in a fluster of limbs and braid.

“Geez!” Duo exclaimed before leaning right into the captain’s line of vision. He pointed to his own forehead, “Do I have ‘fuck me, I’m cheap!’ written on my forehead, Captain?”

Blinking in surprise at not only the question, but at the welcome invasion of his personal space, Heero examined Duo’s forehead with an amused expression.

“No, there’s nothing there. Did you mean for it to be?”

Turning his back to the co-pilot, he glanced over his shoulder at the blond man. “Quatre? Do I have a sign on my back, then?”

Quatre smiled, and ran his hand quickly across the full expanse of the back of Duo’s pale blue uniform shirt, proving that there was no attachment to be found.

“Nope! All clear back here. What happened?”

With an exasperated huff, the annoyed attendant stepped back, pulled his long braid over his shoulder, and leaned against the bulkhead next to the closed door.

“I’ve been groped, fondled, propositioned, and all but molested by three horny passengers in the past half hour!” Duo squawked, flailing his arms dramatically. “These people are taking that whole ‘friendly skies’ thing a little too far!”

Heero’s amusement quickly faded. “What happened, Duo?”

“Well, first, a lady in coach grabbed my ass when I was getting a pillow out of overhead for her! When I handed it to her, she asked if I’d be interested in a threesome with her and the guy sitting across the aisle from her!”

“No!” Quatre laughed, turning fully around in his chair to face the back of the cockpit, “What did you say?”

“I wanted to say ‘get your hand off my ass, and shove this pillow up yours,’ but in the interest of keeping my job, I just smiled and said that flight crew isn’t allowed to fraternize with passengers.”

“What did she say then?”

“I removed her hand from my butt only to have it replaced by the guy’s! I turned around, and he’s sitting there looking all 1970’s porn flick reject in his unbuttoned shirt, gold chain and chest hair, looking up at me with this sleazy smile on his face…I swear I wanted to grab his hand from my ass and snap his wrist! Either that, or just run over him a few times with the beverage cart.”

“Then what happened?” Heero asked, scowling.

“Aw, I just said ‘Sorry, rules are rules,’ laughed it off, and walked away. I deserve a medal for not blowing my stack, let me tell ya! I totally wanted to let that guy have it!”

Heero removed his captain’s hat and his headset, and stood up, only to find himself pushed back down into his seat a moment later by the agitated young man.

“Oh, sit down! I’m not even done yet,” Duo shrieked. “Then, a few minutes later, I came up into first class, and the guy in 3A started chatting me up! He asked how old I was, how long I’ve been flyin’, where my home base is, if I’m on the Cancun leg often. He was nice enough, and I didn’t really have anything else to do, so I just stood and humored him for awhile; answered his questions and stuff.”

“Everything was hunky-dory ‘til I told him that I was usually on this circuit twice a month. Then he put his hand on my knee, and started slidin’ it up my leg, and said he had some kinda bungalow on the beach, and I’d be welcome to stay with him whenever I was in town, wink wink!”

Heero stood from his chair, and stalked the short distance toward the attendant. “That’s sexual harassment, Duo. You don’t have to put up with that…I won’t allow anyone, coach OR first class to treat any member of my crew that way. I’m going to speak with all of them, and will alert the Cancun police.”

He reached for the doorknob, not waiting for Duo’s response. He was ready to beat the occupant of 3A into a bloody pulp, but only after he’d followed through on the suggestions of the pillow shoving and beverage cart assault of the couple in coach. He figured that even without their seat numbers, he would have no problem finding the sleaze ball who’d had the gall to paw at his Duo.

Logically, his brain informed him that he really wasn’t his Duo, and the possessiveness and jealousy that was flooding through him at the moment wasn’t justified, but he really didn’t give a shit what his brain was telling him. As far as he was concerned, his brain could take a flying leap; no one was allowed to touch the flight attendants, especially not Duo!

“Whoa, Captain!” Duo said, grasping Heero by the shoulders to stop him from leaving the cockpit. “No harm done! No need to send in the cavalry! Right after I stopped his wandering hand, I told him the same thing I told the morons in coach; no nookie with the passengers.”

Intense blue eyes bored into his.

“Really, Captain, it’s okay. I appreciate the offer to defend my virtue, but I’m no damsel in distress,” he chuckled. “Sit down and fly the plane, it’s no big deal.”

Duo squeezed the captain’s shoulders, noting the hard muscles that he could feel even through the layers of the navy blue jacket with gilded epaulets. He slid his hands down Heero’s upper arms in a soothing gesture, reveling in the warmth emanating from the older man’s body.

The young attendant had fallen for the pilot shortly after their first meeting. He was attracted to the wicked sense of humor that lurked just beneath the surface of the unflappable Captain Yuy’s façade, that so few of their fellow employees were privy to.

To most, the pilot was all business; respectful, yet demanding respect. Duo felt privileged to get a glimpse of the quirky personality and unyielding wit that the captain let slip when the steward first began visiting the pilots during his breaks. It was one of the reasons that he spent so much time in the company of the flight team; he enjoyed the clever banter that kept him on his toes, and he found himself becoming more and more enamored of the handsome pilot as he got to know him.

He looked forward to each flight they shared, and even more to each evening after landing, when they would often hold down the table together while the rest of their crew danced the night away at whatever random bar they’d found at their current destination.

Heero fought to contain the shiver that ran through him at Duo’s touch, and hoped that it wasn’t obvious. When those hands stroked down his forearms, and brushed lightly over his own, he had to fight to keep his own hands from grabbing them.

“Go on, Captain,” Duo grinned, “have a seat and grab the controls. You’ve got a bunch of tourists back there ready to get their party started.”

He regretfully turned away from Duo to take his seat once again, glancing at his co-pilot. He didn’t like the knowing smile, or the devious sparkle in Quatre’s eyes one bit. He knew that the blond man’s mirth was at his expense.

They had been a flight team for the entire two years since they had each been promoted into their current positions with the airline, and Quatre was the closest friend he’d ever had. In being so, the blond man knew all his secrets, including not only his sexual preference, but also the fact that he’d harbored a serious attraction to the braided attendant for the past several months.

“Yes, Heero, do sit down. Duo’s a big boy; he can handle his own affairs.”

Heero glared at his co-pilot. He not only disliked his smile and sparkly eyes right at that moment, he wasn’t terribly fond of his choice of words, either.

‘Affairs.’

Duo shouldn’t be having affairs with anyone but him.

“Fine,” he said, not sounding at all like the petulant five year old boy who was pouting and stamping his foot inside his mind.

“So…” Quatre drawled, sending a quick wink in his captain’s direction, “was the guy in first class cute?”

“Yeah, he was kinda cute, actually,” Duo replied, missing the covert wink. “Too old for me, though. He had to be at least forty, if not older. I’m not looking for a sugar daddy, thank you very much.”

Heero’s eyes widened, and his hands stilled from checking the instrument panel in front of him. He unconsciously held his breath as his attention focused entirely on the man behind him. He could feel the full wattage of Quatre’s smile without even looking at him, and he hoped that the blond would continue his line of questioning.

He wasn’t disappointed.

“Oh yeah?” the co-pilot asked, “What are you looking for, Duo?”

Duo laughed, and wagged his finger at Quatre. “Now don’t you get your hopes up, Quat! You may be the right age, but you’re too blond for me! My ideal guy is tall, dark and handsome!”

Quick calculations started flying through Heero’s mind. *Ok, I’m at least two inches taller than Duo, definitely dark…* He snuck a peek up at his own bangs that were sticking haphazardly out from under his captain’s hat, just in case. *Same age as Quatre… Handsome?*

“Okay…sounds good so far,” the blond agreed. “What else?”

Duo bit his lip, and his gaze became unfocused as he thought about the question.

“Hot body, definitely,” he finally replied with a smile. “Someone who’s be fun to be with, but not a party guy. A good sense of humor is a must, but he needs to be serious sometimes, too. And he’s got to understand my schedule, and accept that I’m not always going to be home.”

Before he could work out any further calculations, Heero felt the back of Quatre’s hand smack his upper arm. He looked over at his friend, to see the devilish smile on his face.

“Well, I only know two guys who fit that description, Duo. Trowa’s mine, so you can’t have him, but I know for a fact that Heero here is single.” The blond winked once again in the pilot’s direction. “When did you break up with that last guy…Josh, was it?”

Heero cleared his throat, silently thanking Quatre for his meddling. “It was Jason. We broke up last year.”

“Well, there you go, Duo! Heero fits your every requirement, and he’s unattached. Case closed! When’s your first date?” the co-pilot beamed.

Heero turned in his chair, and didn’t miss the blush that quickly appeared across Duo’s cheeks, nor did he miss the fact that his embarrassed smile outshone even Quatre’s biggest face-splitting grins.

“Geez, Quat, what are you, a matchmaker?” he said, the blush deepening.

“In this case, yes, I believe I am! You two belong together!”

“Well, I believe you guys have a plane to land, and I have to do the whole upright tray table thing…” Duo said, making a circular gesture with his hand. “Maybe we can talk later, Captain?”

Heero couldn’t keep his own grin from spreading across his face. He suddenly felt like that petulant, stamping five year old had grown up into a sixteen year old girl giggling over her crush asking her to prom.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he said, squashing his urge to wave like the aforementioned schoolgirl.

“Ok then. I’m gonna go tell 3A that I got a better offer.” Duo winked at him, as he backed out the doorway, holding eye contact until the panel was shut firmly between them. He turned around, leaning his back against the closed door, before pumping his fist in the universal sign of victory, and whispering an emphatic “Yes!” to himself.

~~~

“You’re welcome.”

Heero blinked at his grinning blond friend. “Did what I think just happened, really just happen?”

The co-pilot nodded happily. “See? You’ve been pining after him for how long, now? If you’d just said something to him before, you could have been playing hide the weenie together for months now!”

Heero gasped, staring at his friend in shock. “Quatre!”

The blond just laughed, and turned back to the flight controls.

The captain shook his head in exasperation. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if he even liked guys. I didn’t want to try something, and find out that he was just a very friendly homophobe.”

“Like I said, you’re welcome,” the co-pilot beamed. “Now you know he’s gay, and he knows you’re gay, and you can both be gay together, thanks to me!”

“Shut up, Quatre.”

~~~

The flight team were just finishing the last of the post-landing checks, when once again the beeping of the security code disturbed the silence. Duo opened the door, and Heero spun around in his chair, and promptly felt his jaw drop.

“Damn, Cancun is hot in July!” Duo exclaimed as he finished unbuttoning his uniform shirt. He pulled the hem out from the waistband of the blue pants, and stood there with his shirt open, and his bow-tie dangling around his neck. He wore a white tank-top underneath the pale blue shirt, the deep scoop exposed his long neck, and the tightly stretched knit fabric accentuated the toned body underneath.

Quatre nudged Heero with his elbow, and whispered, “You’re drooling.”

Heero audibly snapped his mouth shut, but couldn’t stop staring at the vision in the doorway. He mindlessly unfastened the hook on his faux bow tie, and undid the top button of his white shirt. The temperature in the room had just sky rocketed.

“You ok, Captain?” Duo smirked as he popped the tab and took a drink from the can of soda he was holding. “Heat must be getting to you, too. Want a drink?”

Nodding his head, Heero silently took the can, and took a long draught of the cold cola. His inner five year old was jumping with joy, and the sixteen year old girl was swooning over the fact that Duo’s lips had just been where his currently were. The twenty-seven year old airline pilot, however, was the picture of calm as he licked his lips and handed back the soda.

“Thanks.”

Quatre grinned at the exchange, then cleared his throat and stood. “Well, I’ll go take care of final reports at the desk, and leave you two to get acquainted. I’ll be back when I’m done so we can head to the hotel together.”

The door shut behind the blond, and a grinning Duo took another drink of the soda before stretching across the pilot’s chair to put the can in the beverage holder on Heero’s far side.

“So…” Duo grinned, “Come here often, big boy?”

Heero rolled his eyes and chuckled, relieved by the humor in Duo’s tone. “You need a new pick up line.”

“I won’t need another one if that one worked,” the attendant said, batting his eyelashes coquettishly. He took his usual stance when hanging out in the cockpit, leaning his back against the wall beside the door, braid over his shoulder.

“Oh, really? What will you do if it didn’t work?”

“Hm…” Duo hummed, tapping his index finger against his chin. “I suppose I’ll just have to win you over with my sparkling wit, endless charm, and boyish good looks, then.”

Heero stood from his chair, a small grin stealing across his face, and walked slowly toward the braided man. He reached out and ran his fingers lightly down the edge of Duo’s open shirt.

“And what will you do if I tell you that you already won me over months ago?”

The sexy smirk on Duo’s face quickly turned to surprise.

“Months? Whaddya mean, months? And you didn’t say anything?”

Heero dropped his hand to his side.

“I didn’t know until today that you’d even be interested in a relationship with a guy, let alone with me,” he sighed.

Duo reached out for the hand that had retreated, and slipped his fingers into Heero’s grasp. He had caught the word ‘relationship’ in that last sentence, and his heart soared. He’d known for a long time that if he were ever lucky enough to win over the handsome pilot, he’d never want to let him go.

“Sorry,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “Perfect case of the pot calling the kettle black, there.”

Heero’s eyes widened when he realized the meaning behind those words.

“Do you mean…”

“Yeah,” Duo interrupted, “months here, too. My reason’s the same, I didn’t know,” he smiled. “I’ve tried to work up the nerve to ask Quatre if you were, you know…into guys. I knew he was, but you’d never really shown interest in anyone that I’d seen, so I wasn’t sure. I sure as hell couldn’t just come out and ask you!”

The pilot tightened his grasp around Duo’s fingers, and shook his head in amused exasperation.

“He’ll be so thrilled to know he was right. After you left earlier, he very happily informed me that if I’d said something to you long ago, we’d have been together by now.” He chuckled, remembering the exact phrase Quatre had used.

“So, tall dark and handsome,” Duo grinned, “months, huh?”

“Yeah,” Heero nodded, smiling, as he brought their joined hands up and held them in front of his chest. “I saw you walking up the stairway at MCO, and I was hooked.”

“Orlando? That was my first flight! I was scared shitless!” Duo laughed. “I’m surprised I didn’t fall on my ass climbing the stairs that day!”

“I watch your ass every chance I get, and I have never once seen you fall on it.”

“Well, you’re always sitting on yours, so I don’t get to ogle it nearly enough,” Duo said, as he slid his free hand around and slipped it up under the hem of the navy jacket to grope the pilot’s backside. “And a very nice ass it is.”

“Oh, so that’s it, is it?” Heero grinned. “You’re only interested in me for my backside, huh?”

“Actually, I’m interested in your backside, your front side, your left side, and your right side,” the attendant said, as he drew Heero’s body closer, “not to mention everything in the middle.”

The captain smiled, and released Duo’s captive hand, laying it against his chest. His own hands ghosted over the steward’s face for just a moment, before his fingers slid into the heavy hair.

“I think we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for,” he said, before tilting his head and meeting Duo’s lips with his own.

“Oh yeah,” Duo groaned, as he pressed his back against the door to keep from falling. He was swept with a sudden sense of vertigo as all brain functions seemed to screech to a halt due to the overwhelming sensation of the lips and tongue currently melded with his.

Long moments passed as their mouths moved against one another, and hands began to roam. Duo soon realized that his uniform shirt had dropped to the floor without his noticing, and that his hands were clutching at the golden epaulets at the captain’s shoulders, threatening to rip them off.

His fingers swiftly moved downward to fumble with the brass buttons on the front of Heero’s jacket, pulling at them roughly in his haste to touch skin. He pulled away from the kiss in annoyance when the inner buttons on the double-breasted jacket wouldn’t cooperate with him.

He finally got the offending pieces of plastic worked free, and he looked up into the pilot’s face in triumph, only to laugh at the vision of the captain’s hat tilted precariously on his head.

“How did this thing stay on, ya got hair pins up there?” he laughed, as he grabbed the headwear and threw it onto the nearest chair.

Heero just grinned as his fingers flew over the tiny black studs of his tuxedo-style shirt, and left it to hang open as he unfastened his cufflinks.

It was Duo’s turn to drool as he ran his hands over the tanned skin of the captain’s exposed chest. He slid them up over the shoulders that he’d so often gripped through the layers of fabric, and marveled at the firmly defined curvature of each muscle.

“Oh yeah, you definitely fit the ‘hot body’ bill,” he murmured, as he allowed his fingers to entwine behind the pilot’s neck, and pulled him forward to continue their kiss.

Heero crushed Duo between his chest and the door, and slammed his hips against the shorter man’s. Both young men groaned as their bodies began to move against one another, their erections grinded together through the material of their trousers.

The pilot had to break away from the steward’s mouth, as he was finding it difficult to catch his breath. He pressed his cheek against Duo’s as he panted, and their lower bodies continued the jerky rhythmic thrusting.

“Oh, God…” Heero moaned. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Duo.”

“Me, too,” the steward panted back. “Is this all it’s about though? Sex?”

Heero abruptly stopped moving, and pulled fully away from him, eyes wide with surprise. He took a step back, and released the younger man.

“God, no, that’s not it at all…” he shook his head emphatically. “I want you, not just your body. I want to be with you…”

Duo grinned, and stepped forward to close the gap between them.

“Same here. I want it all, not just the physical stuff,” he reached his hands up to grip Heero’s biceps, and swiftly turned the captain so that his back was against the bulkhead. “Since we’ve got that all ironed out now, “ he growled seductively, “let’s just get back to where we were.”

He threw himself against the pilot, and began attacking the older man’s neck with his mouth, resuming the actions of their lower bodies. Heero’s hands gripped Duo’s ass as he took control, rolling his hips faster and harder. Duo ended his ministrations on the pilot’s neck, and assaulted his mouth once more.

Their groans were building in volume, and Heero could feel the shaking of the panel against his back from the growing urgency of their movements. His mind distantly registered the sound of a vacuum.

He twisted away from Duo’s mouth.

“Cleaners…” .he panted.

“Door’s locked…” Duo responded, equally breathless.

He pressed his forehead into Heero’s shoulder as his body shuddered with pleasure.

“Not gonna last much longer…”

Heero moaned and stopped moving, but held Duo’s hips fiercely against his own, not willing to give up the contact just yet.

“God! Don’t stop!” Duo grunted, trying in vain to move in the steel grip.

The pilot found his lips again, and attacked them with abandon, his tongue probing into the depths of Duo’s mouth. He knew he was close to release, as well, and didn’t want it to end so soon.

He pulled away. Duo opened his eyes, and groaned when he saw the look of hunger in Heero’s.

“Oh, God, Captain…” His every nerve ached for the pilot, and he vowed to himself that come hell or high water, neither of them would be leaving the cabin until that ache was cured.

Heero took Duo off guard by flipping them around, so that it was the steward’s back that was against the wall. He had made a similar vow to himself, and didn’t want to wait another second to pin the gorgeous attendant against the bulkhead and have his wicked way with him.

His fingers deftly unbuckled Duo’s belt, and pulled the button free of Its hole. “I am so going to fuck you,” he growled, as he wrenched down the zipper, and yanked Duo’s pants and boxers down in one motion.

He looked over the flushed and breathless steward, who stood there with his tank top pushed up, and his pants pushed down to just above his knees, and thought that he’d never seen a more gorgeous vision in his life. He stared at the erection that was standing at attention in the middle of that amazing vision, and dropped to his knees.

He dove at Duo’s cock, and engulfed it with his mouth, sucking hungrily. He bobbed up and down on the shaft, twisting his head as he moved. He pressed his left hand against the steward’s belly, and controlled the frantic thrusts the younger man was making. His right hand was busy rubbing his own erection through his pants.

Duo’s fingernails were scratching against the nubby fabric of the wall behind him, as he desperately tried to grab hold of something. His knees were getting weaker by the moment, and he didn’t think he could stand much longer.

He’d been on the receiving end of oral sex before, but the experiences had been few and far between. He couldn’t ever remember a mouth so talented as the one that was driving him crazy at the moment.

The pilot released Duo’s cock from his mouth, and looked up at the moaning young man, whose head was down and his eyes tightly closed in ecstasy. His eyes flew open when he realized that Heero had stopped, and he watched with open mouth as the captain sensuously licked his way up his quivering body, pushing the thin material of the tank top farther up his chest.

“God, you taste good,” he said, his voice husky, as he licked at first one nipple, then the other. “Now I wanna see if you feel good, too.”

He began unbuckling his own belt, and soon his pants were down around his knees. He turned Duo around to face the wall, and felt the steward’s body stiffen. Heero leaned his body against the attendant’s, lightly thrusting his erection along the crease of his ass.

“You ok?” he breathed in Duo’s ear, before taking the lobe in his mouth and suckling it.

“Oh yeah,” Duo sighed, “just never done this before.”

Heero stilled.

“Oh God, I didn’t mean for you to stop!” Duo cried. “I’m fine! Fuck me already!”

The pilot leaned his forehead against the back of the steward’s head, and tried to calm his breathing. “I don’t want to take you here…your first time shouldn’t be in the cockpit of a plane. The hotel…”

“Shit, Captain, I’m not a girl!” he laughed hoarsely, twisting his head so that he could see Heero from the corner of his eye. “I don’t need a cushy bed with satin sheets and roses! I couldn’t care less where we are! Right here, right now, someone is going to get fucked!”

“Shh…” Heero warned, and turned the attendant around to face him again. “The cleaning crew is in the galley.” He kissed Duo firmly to silence him, so the cleaners just outside the door wouldn’t hear.

The kiss quickly reignited the passion that had temporarily been quieted. Heero toed off his black dress shoes, and worked his pants down to his ankles, then over his feet, and kicked them aside. His jacket and shirt still hung from his shoulders.

“You take me…” he whispered between kisses, “…want you to.”

“Oh God…yeah,” Duo moaned, drawing out the last word on his breath.

The pilot stopped suddenly and groaned in frustration. “Rubbers…do you have any?”

“Not on me. Do we need ‘em?” Duo murmured as he kissed his way down Heero’s neck. “I’m clean…never done this before. You?”

“Clean, too. Tested a couple months ago…no sex in over a year.”

“’K.” Duo scratched his fingernails down Heero’s back as his mouth continued its journey back up his neck to take his lips again. “Lube?”

Heero thought about what might be in the cabin that they could use, as he didn’t have any proper lubrication with him. “Aloe in the kit…that’ll work.”

He stepped quickly over to the storage compartment on the opposite wall, and grabbed a small first aid kit. He opened the plastic box, and quickly withdrew a small bottle of aloe vera, which was kept in the cabin for burns.

He handed the bottle to Duo hastily, nearly dropping it in the transfer of hands. “You know what to do?”

The attendant chuckled, “Never done it, but gotta love internet porn sites,” he opened the bottle and squeezed some of the gel across the fingers of his right hand, then rubbed them together to spread it. “So educational.”

“Turn around and lean over the chair,” Duo said in a low tone, all humor leaving him at the thought of what he was about to do, and where his slippery fingers were meant to go. “And lose the jacket an’ shirt.”

Heero quickly dropped his remaining clothing, which left him in only his black trouser socks. “Hurry up,” he grunted impatiently. “Quatre’ll be back soon.”

“Yes, Captain,” Duo breathed, awed by the gorgeous body that had been completely revealed to him. The sinewy muscles moving under the tanned skin as Heero turned his back to him made his mouth water in anticipation. The paler skin that had been covered by swim trunks made his heart race and his erection twitch with the sense of being privy to a part of the captain that no one else got to see.

He reached out his hand and let his fingers trace a wet path down the pilot’s lower back. Heero groaned, and leaned over his chair, gripping the arm rests as he spread his legs apart. He jumped a bit when the first slick finger penetrated him, but quickly became used to the invasion, and bucked his hips against Duo’s hand.

“C’mon,” he panted, “I want you now…I’m okay.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you…”

“It won’t hurt long, Duo!” he growled, as he writhed. “Now…” he gasped as a second finger entered him, “Oh, God…now!”

As anxious as he was to be inside the captain, Duo wanted their first time to be a pleasure for both of them, and wanted to avoid hurting Heero. He worked his fingers for a few moments more, then withdrew them for more gel to lubricate himself.

He stroked his length with the gel, and threw his head back at the sensation of the cool liquid on his heated skin. He felt like he was going to explode any moment, and knew that he needed to fuck the captain right now!

With his pants still lingering around his calves, Duo positioned himself at Heero’s entrance, and began a slow push inside the pilot’s body. He groaned as his cock was surrounded by the intense warmth. He pushed forward and withdrew in shallow thrusts, working his way deeper as Heero moaned and squirmed underneath him. He leaned over the muscular back, and pressed his cheek against the damp skin, panting as he tried to hold himself back. He knew if he moved right then, it would be all over.

The feeling of being inside the guy that he’d been falling for over the past months was overwhelming, not only physically, but emotionally as well. He felt that his heart would explode along with his passion when he came.

Heero was in a similar state, leaned over the chair, his knuckles white as he gripped the arms. It had been a long time since he’d been taken. In his last relationship he had always topped, but right at that moment he couldn’t care less what position he was in, he just wanted Duo. All his dreams of the braided attendant since they’d first met seemed to be coming to fruition. He had wanted nothing more than to be with Duo for so long, and now, hopefully, he had him. Not just his body, but everything else that went with it.

The sting of penetration hadn’t lasted long, as Heero had predicted. The aloe had a numbing agent added for burns, and it was working well. There was a clock in his line of vision, and it had ticked away almost half an hour since Quatre had left. The blond would be back any time.

“Go, Duo…” the pilot breathed, “…not much time.”

He needed no more encouragement. The steward began small pumps of his hips, getting the feel of the body beneath him. The novelty of it all hadn’t worn off yet, and he was still awed by how it felt to be inside another person, let alone the guy of his dreams.

His body moved on its own, with no help from his brain. With just a few deep thrusts, Duo felt his abdomen tighten, and the imminent rush of climax was upon him. He slipped his hands from Heero’s hips up his chest, and tightened his arms around the pilot’s torso, pressing his forehead against the sweaty back just between the captain’s shoulder blades.

His body convulsed with the waves of his release, and he let out a deep grunt from within his chest. When it was over, and he relaxed against Heero’s back, he felt the blood rush into his face in embarrassment.

Heero felt the self-conscious chuckling against his back. “You ok?”

“Well, you did tell me to go, and I always follow orders…” Duo said sheepishly.

The sensation of his sensitive cock falling out of Heero in a wet slide was unexpected, and he jolted in surprise. The pilot stood and turned around, his untouched erection still jutting proudly in front of him. He slipped his arms around the shorter man who was still blushing from embarrassment, and kissed him tenderly.

Duo returned the kiss whole-heartedly, and allowed his hand to drift down Heero’s body and grasp the neglected length, pumping him with his still aloe-slicked fingers.

The pilot thrust wildly into the cylinder of Duo’s hand as their kiss grew torrid. The attendant’s other hand slid around behind him and caressed his inner thigh, wet with his own semen.

Suddenly, a knock at the door startled them apart.

“Um, guys?” came Quatre’s voice through the panel. “The cleaners need to get into the cockpit to ready the plane for its next flight, and they say there have been weird noises coming from in there. Everything ok?”

They could hear the amusement in the blond’s voice, and realized that he knew very well what those noises had been.

Duo squeezed Heero’s cock, and began sliding his hand in earnest again. “Five more minutes, Quat!” he shouted, as the fingers of his left hand followed the sticky trail to its origin, and two of them plunged back inside Heero’s body.

The captain groaned loudly at the double assault, and buried his face into the crook of Duo’s neck. Moments later, his own climax overtook him, and he clutched at the steward’s arms, stilling them as he came.

“I’m going to take that as an ‘everything’s fine’ then!” Quatre hollered through the door. “I’ll stall the cleaners for a few minutes. Sounds like you’ve got some cleaning to do of your own,” he laughed and walked away.

Heero lifted his head from Duo’s shoulder and smiled at him. “Wow,” he breathed.

“Amen to that,” Duo nodded, and wrapped his arms around the pilot. “Wow, indeed.”

Heero kissed Duo’s shoulder gently, then pulled out of his embrace.

“We need to get out of here. How about that hotel now?”

Duo agreed, and both young men quickly got their clothes back in order.

“I share a room with Quatre, you know…” Heero ventured.

The steward grinned. “Yeah, but I’m the only guy on the crew this flight, so I’ve got a single. How about seeing if we can get a free upgrade?”

Heero smiled in relief at the use of ‘we’. “Sounds good. I think we could both use some work on our stamina.”

Duo laughed, and put his arm around the pilot. “Yeah, sorry about that. First time, and all.”

“No need to apologize,” Heero kissed him soundly.

“Yeah, well, I think I need some more practice,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Care to be my training partner?”

“On one condition,” the pilot smirked. “Only if you stop calling me Captain.”

~~~ END













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