Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Famous Blue Raincoat ❯ Famous Blue Raincoat ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Dammit.

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, PWP, 1x2. Don't like? Don't read.

Notes: Erm, okay, this is my first attempt at doing a non-angsty yaoi lemon so feedback would be much appreciated. Takes place after Endless Waltz. Title was shamelessly stolen from a Leonard Cohen song that has absolutely nothing to do with the fic because it's way too sad.

Famous Blue Raincoat

"I hate summer."

Heero Yuy was not having a good day. A low rumbling of thunder sounded overhead as a few warning drops of rain tumbled onto the young man's messy brown hair. Heero raised his face to the sky and scowled furiously at the black clouds above him. Undaunted by the famous glare, one icy drop landed on his forehead where it proceeded to slide down off the end of his nose in a ridiculous fashion. Heero sighed and brushed the wetness from his nose, summoning the rest of his strength to persuade his tired and blistered feet to pick up the pace before he became soaked through by the sudden storm.

The day had started out, like most days in early June, as unbearably hot. Heero had reluctantly taken to the streets early that morning in the hopes of finding a suitable job so he would not have to mooch off his partner anymore. Not that Duo minded, but it was a matter of pride for him. Heero Yuy was nobody's kept wife. However, job search skills were curiously absent from Dr. J's training and after three weeks of refusals and disappointments, Heero was beginning to get discouraged. It seemed that everybody wanted experienced workers, and yet nobody would let you work in order to get the experience you needed. It was a vicious cycle and it was pissing him off.

The latest refusal had come from a small business in the downtown area. They had needed a computer programmer and Heero was pretty sure he was overqualified for the position, but they still wouldn't hire him without previous work experience and apparently being a Gundam pilot did not count as such.

So here Heero was, walking home from the bus station, since he had put the car in the shop for another week after running it into the small maple tree outside their house. However, Heero maintained that it was Duo's fault he had run into the tree. Having your lover change outfits in the seat beside you tends to effect one's driving skills.

It had been stiflingly hot and humid all day and now a storm had rolled in unexpectedly, as summer storms were wont to do, and was proceeding to make Heero look a bit like a drowned rat. He was certain that God was on a cloud somewhere laughing His spiritual ass off at him right now.

"Stupid clouds," Heero muttered as cold rainwater trickled down the back of his neck, soaking through his freshly pressed dress-shirt. Lightning arced above his head in a mocking response and the downpour seemed to increase in intensity. Swearing under his breath, Heero picked up the pace even more, raising his briefcase over his head in a feeble attempt to keep the rain off his face.

Duo would be home by now and wondering where he was. Heero imagined his lover peeking into all the rooms calling his name and, upon discovering his absence, retreating into the living room with a bag of chocolate chip cookies to watch the storm. At the suggestion of cookies, Heero Yuy's stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. He hadn't eaten since early this morning and wasn't likely to eat as soon as he got home either. Duo did not cook. Spreading peanut butter on bread was the best the braided boy could accomplish without injuring himself or burning down the house.

"Pizza tonight I guess," Heero mused. He had developed a taste for the bastardized Italian food after much prompting and encouragement from Duo. And the pizza delivery boy would worry if he didn't hear from them at least once a week.

Heero finally arrived at the house, his disposition improving as he spotted the porch light shining above the doorway. Duo was home.

"Duo? I'm back," Heero called as he stepped into the front foyer. After pulling his waterlogged shoes off his feet with a disgusting sucking sound, Heero trekked into the living room, and then the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, snagging a towel to dry himself off on the way, looking for his lover and leaving a trail of water in each room.

He found Duo in the backyard, umbrella in hand and wrapped in a raincoat, joyously splashing in the puddles with his boot-covered feet and getting considerably muddy. Heero smiled and took a moment to observe his lover.

Duo had changed out of his uniform and into was what probably some scandalously short shorts, although they couldn't be seen beneath the mid-thigh length raincoat he had wrapped around him. The raincoat was baby blue, plastic material, and had a picture of a bright yellow duck on the vest pocket. It had been a gag-gift from Quatre from two Christmases ago and Duo had retaliated by giving Quatre a pretty graphic pillow book last holiday. Heero remembered the blush on Quatre's face as he opened his gift and the ensuing embarrassed protests. He also remembered Trowa's lovely thank-you note that arrived in the mail the week after Christmas.

Duo's braid hung heavy with water down his back and it swung merrily with each jump Duo made into the puddle at his feet. The umbrella was held tightly in one hand while the other was stretched out to catch the rapidly falling drops of rain. Every so often, Duo would lower the umbrella and arch his neck, mouth open wide so that the cool rainwater could trickle down his throat. He was, quite simply, the most beautiful creature that Heero had ever seen.

Heero pushed open the screen door and stepped out onto the porch just as another crash of thunder echoed in the air. Duo noticed the movement and spun around.

"Heero!"

"You're going to get pneumonia if you don't come in soon. Let's get out of the rain."

"Hmmph," Duo snorted. "I'm the one wearing all the rain gear while you are standing there in sopping clothes. I don't think it'll be me who gets sick Yuy." But Duo complied with Heero's wishes, stepping back into the house, leaving his muddy boots outside to be washed clean by the rain.

Heero offered his towel to Duo but the braided man declined and proceeded to squeeze water out of his hair and onto the raincoat. Heero watched the progress of the water as it dripped down Duo's neck and into the collar of the coat and was struck with the sudden desire to stop its travels with his tongue.

"You're late today," Duo said. "No luck with the programming job?"

"No," Heero sighed, removing his wet overcoat and tie and slinging them over a kitchen chair. At least if they dripped in the kitchen, the tile flooring could be wiped clean. "They wanted someone with experience. They always want someone with experience. Never mind that I could hack their system six ways from Sunday."

"Poor Hee-chan," Duo clucked, coming over to put his arms around his lover. "I know just the thing to make you feel better."

"Do you now?" Heero teased, shivering as warm lips attached themselves to his collarbone.

"Mmhmm. And besides which," Duo paused to grin up at his lover, "You're damn sexy when you're wet."

Heero gasped as chilled fingers found their way under his shirt to brush against the sensitive skin of his abdomen.

"Duo…"

"Shh." Duo observed the now rapidly beating pulse at the side of Heero's neck and smiled, satisfied. Pulling back slightly, he gave Heero a thoughtful look.

"You know lover-mine, I don't think you should be hanging around the house in those wet clothes. You'll get sick. We'll have to remedy that right away."

Before Heero could blink, Duo had stripped him of his sodden dress shirt and was working on the belt of his pants. Slightly dazed by this sudden turn-around from what began as a pretty crappy day, Heero watched his lover's eyes darken as the rain slicked skin of Heero's chest was revealed to Duo's gaze. When Duo spotted a bead of water slowly making its way down Heero's pectoral muscles to nestle in the hollow of his navel, he licked his lips and followed the path with his tongue, relishing the taste of rain and Heero combined. The warmth of that tongue against his chilled skin was too much for Heero. He snapped out of his daze and pulled the braided man to him for a slow, heated kiss. Duo responded eagerly, opening his mouth so Heero's tongue could explore. Frantically, Heero's fingers torn at the blue plastic covering and, after an unsuccessful fumble with the buttons, finally reached up under the raincoat…and froze as his hands met with smooth, damp skin.

"Duo," he said, slowly, "you're not wearing anything underneath this raincoat."

Duo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Barely.

"Well thank you Captain Obvious. Are you planning to do anything with this information or are you just gonna stare-mmph!"

While Duo's mouth was occupied, Heero maneuvered them further into the kitchen to lean against the counters. Placing strong hands around Duo's hips, Heero lifted him onto the flat surface, shoving the raincoat up to reveal Duo's rather impressive erection in the process.

"Why koibito," Heero smiled, pausing to trace one nail along the underside of Duo's cock, making it twitch, "is this for me?"

"You know damn well it is Yuy," Duo growled. "And if you don't do something about it quick you're going to have to worry about a whole lot more then pneumonia."

"Patience." The word was hissed out of slightly parted lips as Heero bent over and flickered his tongue against the head of Duo's erection.

"Shit!"

White knuckles grasped at the counter ledge and Heero smiled against the cushion of Duo's stomach; well pleased at the reaction he'd provoked. He could feel Duo trembling against him as the wet plastic raincoat rubbed deliciously against sensitive skin and bobbed his head down further to send a searing breath across the soft sac below. A loud groan tumbled from Duo's lips and his hands moved from the counter to thread themselves into Heero's wet, chocolate coloured locks, urging Heero to stop teasing him. Heero complied and took his lover's engorged member into his mouth, sucking slowly, languidly, as if enjoying a favoured treat.

Duo's eyes flew shut as his head lolled back, neck exposed, mouth open and gasping for breath. Heat pooled in the pit of his belly and spread outwards, flooding through his body in a burning path of pleasure.

"God Heero!" Fingers tightened into Heero's scalp. "What you do to me, lover."

A playful nibble was bestowed on the underside of Duo's cock. "I'm only returning the favour, koibito."

"Then by all means-oh God-continue."

Heero increased the suction and began to move his tongue in tiny flickers over the slit. Duo tried to keep his hips from thrusting up into that warm, wet mouth but lost the battle and was soon moving with abandon. Watching the pleasure on Duo's face made Heero even harder under his slacks and he moved a hand from Duo's hips to his erection in order to ease some of the pressure. Duo caught this movement and could not help himself from whimpering at the sexy sight of Heero Yuy caressing himself while sucking Duo off. Duo's mewling cries were the last straw for Heero. He released Duo's member with an audible *pop* and gasped, "Bedroom?"

"Bedroom," Duo agreed, shuddering at the sudden loss of Heero's lips around him.

Heero hoisted the other boy into his arms and Duo immediately wrapped his arms and legs around him as he staggered in the general direction of the bedroom. On the way, Duo did his best to distract him by pressing desperate kisses to the curve of his neck. Heero had made it, which much difficulty, about halfway before Duo decided to grind his lower half into Heero's groin. There was a strange choking noise and then the sound of a body being dropped on a soft cushy surface.

"Uh…Heero?"

A growl. "What."

"This is the living room sofa."

"Close enough."

"But-mmph! Aah…"

"You were saying something?"

"Oooh, Heero!"

Smugly, "I thought so."

Thanking whatever deity was present (and getting an eyeful at the moment) that he had stuffed some lube underneath the sofa cushions during a half-hazard attempt to clean the house last weekend, Duo groped for the tube blindly. While this was going on Heero busied himself with ripping the raincoat off of Duo's shoulders and sending it sailing into the corner with a wet splutch sound. Now that he had gotten rid of the irritating but somehow tantalizing obstacle that was the raincoat, Heero's hands were free to wander as they would. He took his time tracing the firm muscles of Duo's chest, stroking the stiffened nipples and tasting them each numerous times while Duo arched beneath him. Heero rubbed just above the joint of one hip, smiling when he felt, rather then heard the sudden intake of breath.

"Hee-ro," Duo warned through tightly clenched teeth.

"Wha-at," Heero teased back, enjoying the way the longhaired boy was twisting deliciously under his touch.

"If you don't fuck me right now I'm going to…I'm going to…take naughty pictures of you and give them to Relena for her birthday!"

All activity stopped for a second.

"You wouldn't," Heero said, hesitantly. "Would you?"

Duo stared back at him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. "What do you think?"

"I think I'd better fuck you."

"Good answer."

Heero quickly shucked his damp slacks and boxers and sent them to thwack against the wall in the same place as the raincoat had ended up. Duo watched his lover strip hungrily, relishing each patch of cinnamon brushed skin that was revealed to him. "You're beautiful, love," he breathed when Heero had finished.

"Handsome," Heero corrected.

"Huh?"

"Beautiful is for girls," the Japanese explained. "I'm handsome."

Duo resisted the urge to roll his eyes and reached up to tumble his lover down onto his chest instead. They both cried out as heated flesh met heated flesh and Duo scrabbled with the lube, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. Reaching down, Duo wrapped his slicked fingers around Heero's erection. The other boy stiffened and then moaned as Duo began to coat the hot flesh in lube with long, even strokes, fingertips playing lightly on the swollen head.

"Duo…" Heero hissed, trying to control his breathing.

"Turnabout is fair play," Duo murmured, but he let go of Heero's cock and handed the lube to the other boy. "Hurry, okay?"

Heero didn't need to be told twice. Gently raising Duo's legs to rest on his shoulders, Heero quickly coated his fingers with lube and slipped a single digit into Duo's passage. Duo sighed and relaxed his muscles, allowing the intrusion with only mild discomfort. After a few moments, another finger joined the first, sinking into the soft heat of Duo, searching, prodding, until…

"FUCK!"

"Bingo," Heero whispered, and he withdrew his fingers. Positioning himself at Duo's entrance, Heero checked to make sure his cock was still slick with lube before reaching up to brush a hand against Duo's cheek. "Ready koibito?"

"I've been ready. Just do it, Goddammit!"

"Gee you're cranky when you're horny."

"Hee-ro!"

"Okay, okay," Heero chuckled and slid the head of his cock just past the tight ring of muscle. "Better?"

Duo muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "son of satan" but it was lost as soon as Heero began to move inside him. They clung to each other, moving in long languid thrusts that increased in tempo as the heat between them built. Groans and whispered pleas of faster or more hung in the humid air as the storm raged outside.

"Oh god, oh god…"

"Yessss."

The crescendo was a little off beat with the crash of lightening that lit the room, but neither man seemed to care much as the sank into the soft cushions of the sofa, exhausted and utterly satisfied.

"So," Duo started, shifting out of the wet spot and back into the circle of Heero's arms, "long day?"

"To tell you the truth," Heero replied sleepily, "I think it just got a whole lot better." He snuggled closer to the braided man and breathed in the strange scent of sex and rain on his skin. "Don't worry about it. I'll find a job eventually. Even if it's something stupid like flipping burgers at the Beef Barn. Or I can just hack some bank accounts again."

"Now, now. I thought be both agreed, no illegal stuff. But 'Ro, I bet I could get you a job with me in the Preventer's easily. You just gotta let me ask Une-"

"Duo," Heero sighed. They had had this conversation before. "I can't do field work, you know that. I don't want to have to even look at a weapon ever again, let alone be in a position where I might have to use one."

"Who said anything about field work?" Duo shrugged. "I'm sure there's a nice, six-figure desk-job just waiting for you if you ask."

"Really?"

"Sure! We can always use people to do the paper work and you'd be great at gathering intelligence for us. Can't have too many hackers around. I'll ask Une-baby tomorrow, okay?"

Heero thought about it for a second and then nodded. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"Don't call her Une-baby when you ask. I kind of like you all in one piece."

Laughter echoed off the walls until it was cut off by an embarrassingly load growl. Both men stared at Heero's stomach, Duo with a look of amusement on his face and Heero with a horrified blush staining his cheeks.

"Pizza?"

"Pizza."

As Heero watched Duo's naked ass as he pranced off to make the phone call, his eyes lighted on the slightly crumpled blue raincoat and he smiled to himself.

"I love summer."

The End.