Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ice Cream ❯ Ice Cream ( Chapter 1 )

Warning: Yaoi, yaoi, yaoi. EVERYWHERE! If it was possible, the furniture would have penises and would constantly be molesting the pilots! Hmm...Anyways, if you like girl no-no places, you won't find any here, so shoo!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Not even a little bit. If I owned it, I would have employed my penis-furniture idea... You should probably be glad I don't own it...I don't own "Ice Cream" either...well, yes I do, but not the song... Mine is butter pecan!

Author's note: My first 4x2, and my second fanfic, so be gentle! As always, I crave your sweet, sweet reviews as they trick me into believing that maybe I do have the ability to write.

Dedication: Always to Nikki. But this time, for Heather too. She has been sad as of late, and me no likey Heather what be sad.

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"How can I sing like a girl and not be stigmatized by the rest of the world? Tell me how can I sing like a girl and not be objectified as if I were a girl?"- They Might Be Giants "How Can I Sing Like a Girl" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the story, but it DID have the word `sing' in it, and I DO like TMBG.)

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Taste My Ice Cream

Duo Maxwell paced the length of his bedroom restlessly, fidgeting with the tip of his braid as he did so. He was bored, so very much so. Heero, Trowa, and Wufei had gone out on a mission, and Quatre had told him he wasn't to leave the house until they contacted them. It hadn't been so bad at first, actually. They'd played pool, Quatre had bought him a new manga, they'd rented some Grade B horror movies...

But now it was 9 pm of the second night and Duo was bored. Quatre was downstairs, sitting in a chair, quietly drinking a cup of tea and reading the paper.

"Geeze, sometimes Q acts just like an old man. What he needs is to get laid." The braided boy muttered to himself wisely, digging about his room for something to occupy his interest for a while. He eventually came across his CD collection and began to flip through them. He stopped when he came across Pink Coffee. Turning the CD case over, he scanned the back of it. They'd done a couple of remakes on this one...His gaze fell upon one title, and Duo was suddenly struck with an idea. An evil idea. Oh so evil...Evil, but entertaining. Setting the CD aside, he began digging for his CD player...

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Quatre sighed, shifting uneasily on the overstuffed arm chair he was resting in. Something was bothering him, but he couldn't place what exactly. Maybe the chair? He wanted to get rid of it. It was huge, there was easily enough room for another person, and the back loomed a good foot over his head when he was sitting in it. It made him feel petite, and he couldn't stand feeling tiny. He sighed again and brought his attention back to the newspaper, turning the page. The room was so quiet that the sound of the crinkling, limp paper startled him. Quiet. That's what it was. It was too quiet. Duo couldn't have gone to sleep this early, he couldn't hear the upstairs television, couldn't hear the shower, and the American had finished up his newest manga an hour after he'd gotten it. What was the he doing then? Was he all right?

"Duo?" He called tentatively, looking up from his paper. Then he froze, his eyes became ridiculously huge, and his mouth fell open.

Duo Maxwell stood in the open doorway between the living room and the hallway, wearing only a tight black mesh shirt and an even tighter pair of black leather pants that led virtually nothing to the imagination. His CD player was clipped to the waistband of those pants, resting against the gentle curve of the American's hip. The cord dipped down a little, then rose up too trail across his slender stomach, and up to brush against his narrow chest. The headphones all but caressed his delicately formed ears. Duo inclined his head, smiling slyly, glancing at the blond with half lowered lashes.

Quatre swallowed hard. One long finger flicked the little piece of machinery on. And the dance began.

"Come and get a scoop of my ice cream, baby," Duo murmured in a sing-song voice, soft and nothing short of suggestive, his body twisting so that he was leaning his back against the doorway, "JS got the flavors that I know will drive you crazy." The braided boy began to slide down the wall with an aching slowness, his eyes shutting and his voice rising from what was nearly a whisper, "Tonight it's gon' be like we were streamin', baby, won't you taste. My. Ice. Cream."

"Baby, you know that I've got all the flavors that you want," Duo Maxwell was crouching now, and as he continued, he dropped to his knees and turned, so that his ass was in full view, his braid brushing against it tauntingly, "Plus I got all the skills that I need to turn you on. Vanilla, strawberries, chocolate, baby boy it's on." He arched and let his head fall back, his hands bracing himself on the floor, "Now tell me can you picture my body on a cone?"

"Baby, come lay your body right here, I wanna ride it," Duo's hips rose until he was backwards on his hands and feet, then he pushed hard, and was standing again, "Switch it up, turn it around, now come and get inside it. Tonight you're gonna have so much fun while tastin' my love," Duo leaned against the doorway again, on his side. Quatre didn't know, but Duo did it to recover from the dizziness that came from his last position, `Damn, they make it look so easy in porn! New respect for pole dancers. I could never do this for a living.' Taking a breath, he started again, raising one leg up and out, and pulling it parallel to his side, "Tell me do you have a taste for vanilla wafers?"

Quatre couldn't see his face, which was a good thing, because the position he was in at the moment was rather painful, and Duo's face showed it. He didn't dare trust his voice until he had his leg halfway to the ground again. He took another slow breath and began again, "Come and get a scoop of my ice cream, baby. JS got the flavors that I know will drive you crazy." Duo turned carefully arranging his features into something very sly, coy even, "Tonight it's gon' be like we were streamin', baby, won't you taste. My. Ice. Cream."

The ex-Deathscythe pilot made sure to give an enticing wiggle of his hips as he made his way over to Quatre's seat, and it was all he could do not to burst out laughing at the blond's expression. It was something equal parts horror and darkened lust, "Now boy, it's getting late so don't hesitate, let's get to it. Just put the chocolate factory CD on and watch me lose it. Come in my story-like ending know what it is you want." Now standing in front of Quatre, he gently took the paper from the Arabian's trembling hands and dropped it haphazardly onto the floor, "Bananas mixed with peach, mixed with cherries, mixed with lime."

"Lots of all kinds, apples or lemon-lime. Come and try my coconut it's gonna blow your mind." Duo knelt between Quatre's legs, lowering and tilting his head so that he was looking up at Quatre through one violet eye, his cheek almost nuzzling the boy's crotch. Almost, but not quite. Quatre's hips thrust up, desperately seeking for some sort of relief from the sudden pressure. Duo withdrew too quickly and his hips reached only more air. Quatre whimpered. The braided boy stood and rested a hand against the Arabian's cheek, " This is something you wouldn't wanna miss, baby, thirty-one flavors ain't got nothin' on this."

The American lowered his face to Quatre's and all but forced eye contact, "Come and get a scoop of my ice cream, baby. JS got the flavor that I know will drive you crazy." Turning his head, Duo ran his tongue along the curve of the blond's jaw, "Tonight it's gonna be like we were streamin' baby, won't you taste. My. Ice. Cream."

Quatre gasped softly as Duo slid into his lap, leaning his back up firmly against the blonde's chest and wrapping his arms behind his neck, "You ain't never seen milky waterfalls." The braided boy's head tilted back, exposing the pale column of his throat, warm, sweet breath glanced across Quatre's ear even as he nibbled on the lobe, "You ain't never seen gumdrop walls." Duo withdrew from his attack on the Arabian's ear and dropped his voice to a whisper, "you ain't never seen a vanilla Tootsie Roll, until you taste. My. Ice. Cream." The American emphasized each word by gently rocking his hips back across Quatre's throbbing length. The blond was nearly sobbing with need.

Duo chuckled and opened his mouth to continue singing then suddenly shut it, stilling on Quatre's lap. The blond squirmed pitifully, his eyes confused and pleading. When the brunette withdrew from him and stood, Quatre almost burst into frustrated tears. Duo tapped his CD player and shrugged, "Huh. Out of batteries...Oh well."

He yelped in semi-surprise when he found himself tackled to the floor, Quare's arms wrapped securely around his waist. The CD player went flying. It was probably broken now, but he could get a new one. Duo snickered and turned over so that he could see the lust-crazed blond, who stared back at him in angry accusation. "Hello, Q. Something I can help you with?"

"Don't tease me, Duo." Quatre growled, yanking off the headphones and then struggling to do the same with the American's mesh shirt.

"Who, me?' Duo replied innocently, then gasped as Quatre's mouth descended upon one dusty pink nipple. He arched, and Quatre took this chance to pull the mesh shirt over his head and toss it aside before descending back down on his helpless prey. One hand skimmed Duo's slender belly before gliding up to his chest. His fingers pinched at the other pebbling nipple, wringing a stifled moan from the American. Quatre gave a smug grin and slid upward to nibble at the exposed flesh of Duo's neck..

"Who's teasing now?" The braided boy whispered huskily, bumping his hips against Quatre's. The Arabian smirked devilishly in response and pinned the American's wrists to his sides as he lowered his mouth back onto his chest, then further down, leaving a trail of soft kisses down Duo's stomach. He dipped his tongue into the small well of his naval and Duo squirmed jerking his hips up against Quatre's, grinding his leather-clad erection against the other boy's in an attempt to ease the heated ache of his overstimulated arousal.

"Don't dish what you can't take, Maxwell." The blond pointed out, panting and thrusting back against him, earning a passionate moan from the other boy. Releasing one of Duo's wrists, he pulled the tie from his hair and flung it away, running his fingers through it to unwind the silken mass. `So much of it...' Duo moved his hips, effectively jerking the other boy from his reverie.

"Oh, believe me, I can take it. You just aren't...dishing right. You need to be dishing somewhere about...here." Duo grabbed Quatre's hand and guided it down to cup his trapped erection.

Quatre laughed softly, "Do you want me to help you with that, Duo?" His hand strayed to the waistband of Duo's leather pants and he slipped a finger under it, trailing it along the soft curls there, grazing the tip of the boy's member.

"Ahhh! Q-Quatre!" Duo's eyes flared impossibly wide and he arched almost completely off the floor. Then he collapsed, his chest heaving, "Quatre, please...touch me."

"I am touching you, Duo." Quatre murmured into Duo's ear before taking the lobe into his mouth, much as the other boy had done only minutes ago. Finally, he slipped his hand down to grip the boy's weeping length. Duo's free hand flew up to clutch at Quatre's shoulder, his hips bucking up repeatedly, instinctually searching for some sort of friction that would bring him much needed relief.

"Oh, God, Quat...please." Duo mewled, writhing beneath the firm weight of the blond who seemed determined to drive him insane. "Please."

"Please what?" Quatre purred, releasing his hold on the boy and removing his hand to pull the zipper down, "What do you want, Duo? What do you need?"

"I need you to.... nnh..." The Deathscythe pilot squeezed his eyes shut, and lifted his hips to allow Quatre to rid him of his far-too-tight pants. These too were flung in some random direction, finally leaving Duo Maxwell gloriously nude. The Arabian sat back to admire his work. Duo lay trembling on the soft wine colored carpet, a wonderful complement to both his pale, glistening skin, and the long locks of chestnut. Violet eyes slid open to stare pleadingly up at the blond. The Arabian grinned down at him like the proverbial cat with the canary.

"To what?" He whispered, fingers idly tracing the underside of Duo's shaft. The American's twisted and arched, panting, his mouth moving but no words came. A golden eyebrow raised, and Quatre lowered his head and took the tip of his victim's erection into his mouth.

Duo jerked his hips up into that hot wet cavern, his head tossing back and forth wildly, "God dammit, Quatre, just fuck me already, or I swear to God, I'll kill you in your sleep!" Quatre sat up, and Duo whimpered pitifully at the loss.

"Promises, promises." The Sandrock pilot replied, rising to his feet. "Stay there," He ordered firmly, eyes skimming over the boy's quivering form.

"Don't think I could move if I wanted to..." Duo muttered hoarsely, "Don't be gone long...might explode."

Quatre smiled brightly at him and began to walk away. However, as soon as he was out of Duo's line of sight, he ran. Ran as fast as he could into the bathroom, searching for something, anything, that he could use as a lubricant- hand lotion, some sort of cream, shampoo, even Vaseline- at this point, Quatre didn't care too much. Yanking open a cabinet, he began digging about it frantically. When he came across a small sample bottle of aloe vera gel, he grabbed it, then ran back to the living room. Duo was curled on his side, his hands around his hardened member. The Sandrock pilot released a sympathetic sigh.

"That's cheating, Duo." He chided, dropping to his knees beside the boy and pulling his hands away.

"I wouldn't have to cheat if the teacher would go over the material." Came the reply, barely coherent over the frustrated growl.

Quatre growled back and began a quick struggle to rid himself of his own clothing, tossing sweater, denim jeans, and finally boxers aside. Duo stared, "Jesus, Quatre...you're, um...bigger than I expected."

The blond chuckled as he squeezed the gel over his fingers. Duo spread his legs a bit and the Arabian lifted his knees. He jumped as Quatre pressed one of those fingers against his entrance.

"Cold." He whispered.

"Gomen." Quatre whispered back, and slid his finger inside. Duo tensed around it momentarily before relaxing. The pilot of the Gundam, Sandrock, thrust his finger inside the violet-eyed boy a couple of times before impatiently adding a second, his entire body longing solely to be buried completely in the shivering boy beneath him.

"Quatre, that's enough!...uhn-fuck...I need you to...please." Duo pleaded, thrusting his hips back into the fingers. They brushed his prostate and he screamed, "Now! Do it now!"

"Duo...I don't think..." Quatre hesitated.

"Just...inside me..." The Deathscythe pilot panted, narrow chest heaving.

Quatre nodded and removed his fingers, squeezing more of the cool gel over them, a considerable amount. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the other boy. The gel warmed, and he coated his aching erection with it. Bracing himself on Duo's knees, he positioned himself at his opening. Violet eyes locked with gentle blue-green and Quatre pushed forward.

Duo grit his teeth, hissing softly, hands fisting at his sides as his body clenched instinctually in protest of the sudden invasion. He couldn't stifle the whimper. Worried, Quatre stilled, "Duo, I need you to relax. We can't do this if you don't relax, I'll only...only hurt you." He prayed that Duo would listen, he wasn't sure if he would be able to force himself to stop now.

Sucking in a few deep breathes, the other pilot managed to comply, and cautiously, Quatre pushed his hips forward into the wonderful velvet heat of Duo's body. "Yesssss...Duo...Allah, so tight...so good."

Duo's hands clutched painfully at his shoulders, his eyes shut tightly, tears collecting on his lashes. "Keep...keep going," he gasped, his face deathly pale, lips slightly parted. Quatre gently brushed away the jagged bangs from the other boy's sweat-dampened forehead, leaned down and kissed away the tears.

Now fully seated in his body, Quatre fell still and waited for Duo to adjust. Eventually, the Deathscythe pilot released his death-grip on the blond's shoulders. Shakily, he wrapped his legs about Quatre's waist, pulling him even deeper. Quatre groaned. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, and smiled in satisfaction as Duo gave a

short keening whine.

"Dammit, Quat, what the hell are you waiting for!?" Duo ground out between clenched teeth, raising his head to fix the blond with a glare, "I'm not made of glass! Move!"

"Duo? Shush." Quatre drew his hips back and gave a few short, shallow pumps, watching in mild fascination as his cock disappeared repeatedly into that tight, hot, perfect body. He went slow at first- as much as he wanted to pound Duo into the floor, he could never consciously hurt the boy- then began a faster pace, withdrawing almost completely, then thrusting roughly back into him. Duo quickly picked up the tempo, meeting him thrust for thrust, but Quatre wasn't quite satisfied yet. He sat up, pulling Duo with him so he was seated in his lap, his hair cascading about the both of them like a curtain. The American gave a startled cry as the other pilot's cock impaled him even deeper still and he grasped at Quatre's shoulders again to steady himself. He leaned his head against the blond's chest, violet eyes dilated in fevered passion. "There...Right there." He murmured against Quatre's overheated skin. Quatre shivered and grasped Duo's hips, lifting and thrusting into him repeatedly, striking that one spot within Duo that made him scream until he was hoarse. Soon, so soon. Reaching between them, he wrapped his fingers around Duo's weeping length and began stroking it in time, making sure to angle himself in such a way that he struck Duo's prostate every time he snapped his hips forward.

Duo Maxwell was quickly reduced to soft mewls and whimpers as he grew closer and closer to the edge. Quatre tilted Duo's chin up and crushed his lips to his own in a bruising kiss. He didn't wait for any sort of permission before he invaded Duo's mouth with his tongue, tasting him, exploring him. Just as suddenly, he drew back, thrusting faster now, again and again barraging the Deathscythe pilot with the pleasure-pain of penetration.

Then, Duo's head fell back, his mouth open in a silent scream and his inner muscles clamped down around Quatre's cock as he climaxed into Quatre's hand and onto his chest. Giving two more sharp thrusts, Quatre buried himself to the hilt and followed, Duo's name on his lips, and his seed pumping into his tight sheath.

They remained in this position for some time before Quatre pulled out. Duo's eyes were shut and for a moment, Quatre thought he may have actually passed out. Then one violet eye slid open, a soft but satiated smile settling upon those pretty lips, "Sleepy."

Despite complete exhaustion, Quatre laughed, "Me too. Here, scoot over a little, and we'll take a nap on the couch, all right?"

Duo followed the command rather sluggishly, and probably would have fallen asleep right then and there on the floor, but Quatre wasn't about to let him do that and catch his death of cold. Stooping, he gathered the other boy into his arms and lifted. He was a lot lighter than he looked, thank Allah, because Quatre didn't think he could have had the strength to make it to the couch otherwise. Still trembling from the aftermath of what had only just transpired, Quatre eased the boy down on the cushions and followed him down, grabbing at the decorative blanket that was thrown across it. He pulled it over the both of them before settling beside the other, wrapping an arm about Duo's waist. Duo himself was already dozing, cuddled up between the back of the couch, and the warm body in front of him. Looking at him now, Quatre noticed how peaceful he seemed. Beautiful. Gently kissing Duo's forehead, he yawned and followed him down into slumber.

Owari.

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Well, that's over with- not to say I didn't have fun writing it, it's just... I never knew it was so difficult to write a PWP! PWP authors have earned my respect! I bow to you, oh mighty ones of the PWP! Mraaaaa...

Now that I've finished this, I shall return to working on Number 12. I may begin working on an Evangelion fic after chapter 6, so updates may take a little longer than usual. Perhaps not, we will see. Again, these are my plans, but I'm willing to change them if there are any protests. I will mention this again when I post chapter 5.