Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Hentai ❯ Blindfolded ( Chapter 37 )

Blindfolded

 

Gundam Wing Hentai #37

 

 

 

Warnings: Masturbation, PWP, OOC, language.

Pairings: 1x2, brief mention of 4x2

Summary: Heero and Duo work for a small company and Heero is constantly hounded at work. Heero laments that he will never be good enough for Duo, but one night when they are all alone might change that.

Note: While I don't own the Gundam characters, Nicolao is MINE, he's from my original work, Solstice, though that's not his personality.

 

For the fifth time that day alone, Heero wondered if he could get away with murdering his boss. Such thoughts were becoming more and more commonplace, but he finally came to the conclusion that he would no doubt be the prime suspect. Besides, Duo would scold him.

“Yuy! We do not pay our employees to laze about! Get to work!” the slightly overweight man screamed at Heero as he stared off in space. The other employees at the surrounding cubicles peeked out of the walls like strange gofers to watch what had become a ritual event.

“I am not slacking,” Heero said with a frustrated expression, “I have finished my work and I have nothing more to do until tomorrow,” he tried to explain, however, his words only made the man flush red.

“Yuy, no excuses! That's bullshit, there's no way you could have finished all that work! If I come back here and see you slacking off again, I'm docking your pay!” The man snarled and stomped off to his office before Heero could respond. Heero glared at his back, hoping that a ceiling tile would fall on his head or he would get his eye punctured by one of his fountain pens or something.

“Got chewed out again, huh?” A voice, accompanied by the rich smell of hot coffee, came from behind him. Heero spun in his chair to see that Duo, his ever present pillar, was standing behind him holding a steaming cup of coffee. Heero somehow found the ability to smile when he looked into Duo's violet eyes.

“Here you go,” Duo said, handing the coffee to Heero, “I just got off my lunch break and I saved you a cup.”

Heero breathed in the aroma of coffee deeply.

“Shit, Duo, you're a gift from the hypothetical gods.”

Duo laughed sweetly. It was the best sound he heard all day. Heero's breath caught in his throat as Duo leaned in close to him. What was he-?

“Don't let the asshole get to you,” Duo whispered into his ear, then spun and ran back to his own cubicle. The coffee in his hand was nowhere near as hot as Heero's face and he cherished the ghost feel of Duo's breath on his neck. Duo was his saving grace, he was quite sure that he was the only reason why he was still breathing. It was only a year after the war, but that they still hadn't found their calling rankled a bit. Neither Heero nor Duo had wanted to pick up guns ever again, so they had declined Une's offer to join the Preventers, but Heero wondered if maybe that was the only choice left to them. Quatre had given them a recommendation, so their lack of records hadn't been a problem when looking for a job and they had managed to land this one. However, sitting in a cubicle all day typing up reports for a boss that didn't understand what `Gundam Pilot' meant was not ideal. He didn't know how Duo managed to keep going, he was sure that his best friend was just as bored as he was. After all, the only reason why Heero had lasted here was because Duo hadn't talked about leaving and there was no way he was leaving him behind. He had had a crush on Duo Maxwell for a long time; he just hadn't realized it until the other boy had claimed that they were `in this together, come hell or high water.' Now, he was too far under his skin for him to do anything about it. If Duo left, he left, if Duo stayed, he stayed, that's all there was to it. Of course, there boss didn't yell at Duo so much because Duo bribed him with heavenly made coffee and had created `looking busy without actually being busy' to an art that Heero had not mastered yet. All of this was complicated by the fact that, until recently, Duo had been dating Quatre. Heero wasn't sure on the specifics, but they had broken up mutually, for which he was glad. They were so strange together, like two puppy dogs. They had been a cute couple, but it had still hurt to see them together.

“Man, you're so lucky,” Nicolao, who worked next to Heero, said. Heero glared at him. Nicolao was openly gay and openly attracted to Duo. He kept trying to get Heero to give him his number, but Heero would sooner chop off his hands than let the sleazy man anywhere near Duo.

“Not only are you the only one he talks to like that, he also gives you coffee, and you didn't have to ask for it,” Nicolao sighed heavily.

“He's easily the most attractive guy in this dump,” Nicolao whined, “and he's single! Man, I wish I had a boyfriend like him!”

Heero let the rest of Nicolao's words pass through him. He knew that Duo was the most attractive guy here, or anywhere in his opinion, but just because Nicolao was right didn't mean Heero was going to give him any encouragement. Heero watched as Duo emerged from his cubicle and their boss walked over to him. With his excellent hearing, he picked up their conversation.

“Maxwell, where are those copies?!” The older man growled. Heero gritted his teeth. He wanted to tear out the man's throat for talking to his friend like that. He watched with a triumphant smirk as Duo handed him the bundle of papers he had been carrying.

“Yes, sir, I was just about to find you. I already sent them to accounting and they sent it back to me to give to you. I figured that giving it to you just so you could send it to accounting personally was a waste of time, so I did it myself,” Duo said nonchalantly, but Heero could see the pleasure in Duo's eyes of having one upped their boss.

“Oh, well, uh, thank you, Maxwell,” their boss sputtered, obviously not knowing how to handle an employee that did their job well and without being told.

“No problem, sir,” Duo said with a bright smile that made the man blush as he scuttled back to his office.

The hours flew by in that same way. People would shuffle in and out of their cubicles to deliver papers with their boss looking over their shoulders like some guard dog, occasionally barking orders and reprimands at them as though he enjoyed watching them sweat. He even popped by Heero's area to give him a stack of papers that Heero knew would take hours passed his usual time to complete. He had to bite back a swear more than once as he worked on them. Five o'clock rolled around and it was only Heero and Duo left on their level. Heero knew that Duo was probably just killing time, since he would not go home to their apartment without him. They only had one car, but Heero could easily take the bus, but Duo was never one to leave one of his friends behind. Every time Duo left his cubicle, Heero's eyes were on him and he watched as each hour passed and Duo started to act weirder and weirder. At first, he just looked distracted which, for Duo, was odd enough. He was energetic, but was still a focused individual. Then, there was a blush on his face, as though he was too hot. Now, as he shuffled out of his cubicle, he would occasionally rub his thighs together and look uncomfortable.

“Duo, are you sick?” Heero asked as Duo passed by him. If at all possible, Duo's face seemed to flush even more deeply and Heero noticed how he seemed to have a hard time breathing.

“It's nothing, Heero, I'm just going to go to the bathroom, ok?” He said with a smile, than moved quickly out of Heero's sight. Heero watched him go, confused.

“Weird,” he murmured.

 

As soon as Duo was out of Heero's sight, he made a run for the men's bathroom. He couldn't believe that this was happening again! It was totally ridiculous, he was supposed to be working, or at least looking like he was working, but for the past few hours, he had instead been solely focused on the erection that he just couldn't will away. He thought that he could handle being alone at the office with just Heero a few feet away, but it was too much. The knowledge that the two of them could do just about anything and no one would know was making him horny. He thought he could last until the end of the day, but here he was running to the bathroom to handle his little… problem. Damn Quatre to hell, this was all his fault! No, that wasn't true. Duo was sure that if he wasn't attracted to Heero that this wouldn't be such a huge problem. That was the whole reason why they had broken up. Quatre had realized that Duo was in love with Heero and Duo had realized that Quatre still held a torch for Trowa; therefore, the only logical conclusion was that they part ways. Their relationship had been mostly sexual anyway. They were great friends, but romantically, there wasn't as much there as there was with him and Heero. Duo blushed as he made his way into a stall and put the toilet seat down so he could sit on it. Quatre was the one that had started this with his obsession of sex at work. Now, he had missed the feeling, but he was sure that he could ignore his desires if Heero wasn't around. He unbuttoned his slacks and took them and his boxers off, folding them neatly and putting them to the corner of the stall. With shaky hands, he undid his red tie and tied it around his eyes, the heavy material blinding him. He moaned at the sensation of being exposed and vulnerable, then started.

 

It hadn't taken Heero as long as he had thought to finish the reports and he was left waiting for Duo to get out of the bathroom, but after ten minutes, Duo hadn't come out and he was starting to worry. He sighed and walked into the men's room. Maybe Duo had gone to get another coffee. He knew that he hadn't left the building, but surely he couldn't have been in here for so long? Maybe he really was sick. If that was the case, he would have to check up on him. As he walked into the bathroom, he heard a small, strange noise.

`What is that?' He wondered, perplexed. Was Duo throwing up or was there someone else here? He heard the noise again, it was low and pained. What if Duo was hurt? He went to the stall he heard it from and found that the door was unlocked. He opened it a crack even as a small voice inside of him yelled at him not to (1). His blue eyes widened at the sight. Duo was indeed inside and he had been the one making the noises and he was in pain, but not like how Heero had thought. Duo was sitting on the toilet, without anything on besides his white, button-up dress shirt, and a red blindfold and he was… touching himself. Heero stood there, rooted to the spot, enthralled by the vision. Duo's hand was wrapped around his dick, which was red, swollen, and dripping with creamy precum. That hand moved up and down, pumping at his erection as his fingers caressed his heavy balls. His other hand was under his shirt at his chest, his long fingers rolling one soft nipple between them. Duo was making the most erotic sounds Heero had ever heard as he played with himself.

“Ahh, nooo,” Duo moaned loudly, his hand spreading his cum on his length, making it glisten. Heero could see everything, his tight balls, his clenching thighs… he panted with Duo, feeling his own cock rise in his pants. Of course, the flushed face, the panting… Duo hadn't been sick… Heero watched as Duo's hand quickened on his cock and Duo tossed his head back, his neck muscles tight as he cried out. Thick semen erupted from Duo's penis, covering his hand and he sat limply on the seat, still panting.

“Heero, oh, god, Heero!” He groaned in the aftermath of his climax. Heero felt something break deep inside of him and he flung open the stall door. It banged against the wall. Duo's head shot up and Heero almost wished he could see his eyes.

“Who's there?!” Duo cried and that spoke to Heero of how out of it he must have been while he had been jerking off. The Shinigami he knew would have heard him come in the bathroom.

“Baka!” He cried and lunged at him. Duo was still shaking from his ejaculation and he couldn't fight back as Heero wrapped an arm around his waist and tore off his shirt.

“Heero?!” He gasped.

“Shut up,” Heero growled. He swiped his tongue against Duo's shoulder, tasting skin and sweat. He ran his fingers over one of Duo's peaked nipples.

“You've kept this a secret from me? You like me?” Heero demanded. He felt Duo's cock hardening against his leg.

“Heero, I-,” Duo screamed as Heero slid two of his fingers into him.

“Oh, God, yes, yes, I love you!”

Heero gripped his chin and kissed him, feeling the heavy cloth of the blindfold, but not caring. All he knew was the softness of Duo's lips and the taste of his tongue. Duo loved him. Duo was naked and he wanted him. He gently pushed Duo against the wall and pressed a hand against his ass. His cheeks were gorgeous and perfect. Duo was perfect.

“So beautiful,” Heero hissed, sliding his fingers in and out of him. He was so tight and hot, clenching around his fingers, “Naked and horny, just the way I've always wanted you.”

“Heero,” Duo begged, “Please.” He cried out as he felt Heero moving his fingers deep inside of him.

“You're so hard already,” Heero murmured, wrapping his other hand around Duo's arousal and squeezing lightly, making him moan. “Such a slut,” Heero said affectionately. Duo pressed his cheek against the wall of the stall and rubbed his thighs together as Heero stroked him from the outside and inside.

“I couldn't control myself,” he admitted with a heated gasp as Heero added a third finger, stretching him and pumping his cock. He felt his balls tighten at the feeling of Heero's calloused hand on him. He felt like he was going to explode again. He whined as Heero slipped his fingers off of him and grabbed his hips, leading him to sit on the floor facing the toilet, the tiles feeling cold on his legs and butt as he sat there with his legs splayed and supporting him. Heero sat on the toilet seat and unzipped his pants, taking out his cock which had grown to an impressive size after fondling Duo so intimately. He had never thought that something like this would happen and he wasn't going to waste a second wondering whether they should be fucking in a bathroom at work.

“Suck on me, Duo,” Heero asked in a pleading voice, pressing his cock against Duo's cheek so he could find it while he was still blinded. Duo felt Heero's cock, hard and wet on his face and ran his tongue over the swollen head. Heero hissed in pleasure at the feeling of Duo's soft tongue on him. He smirked as he saw Duo wiggle his hips and moan as lapped at his length.

“Do you always gyrate your hips like that when you're sucking someone off?” He teased.

“Please,” Duo begged, wrapping his lips on the side of Heero's cock and sucking lightly. Heero gritted his teeth. It was almost too much, that light suction and the feeling of Duo's hand as he gripped his cock.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Enough,” Heero growled and led Duo to the wall, pressing him against it. Duo let out a startled gasp as the cold metal was pressed against his hot skin.

“I'll be careful,” Heero promised and pressed forward.

Duo wailed loudly as he felt the hot length penetrate him, stretching his passage as his lover nudged forward. He panted, feeling every inch of the sweet flesh push into him. He felt like he was going crazy… it felt too good…

“Heero… so thick…,” he cried, grabbing at the smooth wall for some purchase, but there was nothing to hold onto as Heero started to pound into his ass. He felt Heero grab his ass cheeks as he thrust in and out of him in a wonderful, intense rhythm. He screamed as he felt the other boy slam into that spot deep inside him that always made him insane. He wished that the blindfold was off, but at the same time, he was feeling things more intensely this way. He had no control here, but he was glad to relinquish it to Heero. Heero squeezed his eyes shut, grabbing Duo's leg to lift it slightly so he could go deeper. Duo was so tight and hot. He moved back and forth, his balls slapping against Duo's ass. He felt like this one moment would never end, it would be just him and Duo, connected, forever. But, like all wonderful things, it did end. Duo's silken insides squeezed and caressed him until he could take no more and he exploded deep inside of his lover. He barely heard his lover gasp, then those inner muscles tightened even further as Duo came for the second time. The bathroom faded away in a wash of white.

 

Duo blinked awake to the feeling of thick cream dripping out of him and found that he could see. Heero was still laying on him, in him, but he had gotten rid of the blindfold.

“Wow,” Duo breathed. Heero snorted.

“Heero, I'm sorry,” Duo apologized for not having told Heero of his feelings.

“Don't,” Heero commanded, wrapping his arm around Duo's waist in case he tried to move away. He wanted to stay in him just a little bit longer.

“The million dollar question,” Heero said, “Is where are we going to work now?”

Duo craned his neck to look back at him.

“What do you mean? Heero, you know that the only reason I don't complain about this job is because I don't mind as long as you're here, right?”

“Yes, but there's no way I can work here and keep my hands off of you,” Heero stroked his thigh.

Duo laughed.

“I guess you're right, that wouldn't be professional, would it?” Duo squirmed underneath Heero's weight.

“So, you gonna get off of me anytime soon?” He asked.

“Nope,” Heero said with a grin. After all, they had all night…

 

 

End