Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Real Live Nude Boi ❯ One-Shot

By: ~Moonsliver~

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Warnings: NC-17. Yaoi. Lemon. AU. PWP. OOC. 1x1/2x2. Mutual masturbation. Voyeurism/exhibitionism. Cross-dressing. Sex toys. Role-playing. Language and dirty talk.

AN: Finally! I can update/post something on MM.org! This story was started a while back and posted as a teaser on my private site. I finished it last month thanks to a request from Elyndys that got me going on it again.

For those of you who are waiting for me to post more on either of my other stories -- When Boy Meets Boi or Please Do NOT Disturb -- I'm really sorry that it's taken so long. Besides RL issues, I have been having problems accessing my account on MM.org and haven't been able to post. Please check my site (Gundanium Wings) or Zania, the Lemon Princess' site (SweetlySour.net) for further updates and revisions. Both addresses are under Archives, above. Thanks, everyone.

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Heero slipped a hand underneath the hem of his blue and green plaid mini-skirt and adjusted the strap of the tight, white lace panties he had on so that it didn't cut so deeply into his hip. He then paused to straighten the top of his white thigh-high hose and checked himself in the vanity mirror again. The longer pieces of his chocolate brown hair were pulled up into a set of very small pigtails, then tied with deep blue ribbons that echoed the color of his eyes, while the majority of the shorter pieces still fell in front of his face. A scarf of the same hue was wrapped around his neck and tied in the front. He pulled a tissue from the nearby box and blotted his red lips.

After smoothing a few wrinkles out of his white, silk top, he grabbed a small, cat-shaped book bag from the floor and walked out of the dressing room.

The backstage area was relatively empty. Those lingering people hastily stepped aside as he made his way through the area, glowering as he went. One stern glare, and even Zechs quietly looked away. Any comment the manager was going to make about Heero's appearance was squelched by the absolute fury that radiated off the boy. They had spent the first five minutes of Heero's break arguing about the fact that the chocolate-haired youth was loathe to do private shows. However the blonde had been insistent, making it very clear that the patron had requested Heero specifically as he had shoved a piece of folded up paper into Heero's hand.

Heero growled as he approached the door to the booth, three-inch heels slowing to a steady click on the brown and white linoleum floor. Private shows were his personal bane and he was normally able to avoid doing them. Sure, they paid more than regular dancing, but that didn't change the fact that Heero didn't like them. It wasn't even the fact that they were more sexually blatant, either. He certainly wasn't shy about his body or his exhibitionistic tendencies. That was part of the reason why he worked where he did, after all.

Stopping outside the door, he took a deep, calming breath. The only real reason he hated doing private shows was because he had to talk to the patron - tell them a story and make whatever role he was currently playing believable. Heero, however, was not much of talker--dirty or otherwise. He liked to be talked to, but this was someone else's fantasy, not his. He'd received fairly through instructions about exactly what kind of fanstay this was, printed out on the slip of paper that Zechs had forced into his hand. He'd read them twice while he was getting ready. Sighing, he turned the knob, stepped into the room, and locked the door behind him.

The private booths were compact, the size of a large closet, and lined with mirrors on three sides. The fourth wall, a pane of plate glass, was currently covered by a heavy drape. The patron would be sitting on the other side. Unlike on the dance floor, a microphone system allowed both Heero and the patron to hear what the other said. Heero dropped his book bag next to the chair that sat in the middle of the booth, turned and drew back the curtain.

"…Sir?" The word hitched in Heero's throat as he stared at the man who sat nervously behind the glass. He was slumped in the chair, his fingers absently twisting the end of his long, chestnut braid. He was slim, but as far as Heero could tell, muscular, his well-defined shoulders and arms set off by the black tank top he wore. The leather pants he wore were tight and accentuated his lean legs and bulging groin. Looking up, the man blinked, gaped for a second, then blinked again.

"Oh…uhm…hi," he stammered, flushing. Sitting up straight, he let his braid slip around behind him. "Uh…wow," he murmured as he violet eyes danced up and down Heero.

Heero could actually hear the blood rushing from his brain, but apparently not every cell had agreed on the final location. Part of it, he knew, was turning his cheeks an embarrassing shade of pink while the rest had taken the fastest route it could to his crotch.

"Er, sorry," the man chuckled. "I've…uh…I've never done anything like this before. This is a present. From a couple of my friends," he explained. He closed his eyes and took a breath, then glanced at Heero from beneath the fall of his bangs. Heero nodded mutely; the fact that this was a gift to the patron was made clear in the note. "Man, I can't believe this. I'm actually speechless."

Heero raised an eyebrow, noting the nervous tremor that ran through the man's laugh, before turning and sitting down on his own chair. He interlaced his fingers behind him and leaned back on the flat of his palms, his chest arching out slightly, then spread his legs wide enough that the man could easily get a glimpse up his skirt.

"I assume you know what I'm here for, Sir," he said evenly.

The man looked up, gasping softly, then shook his head. "You don't have to call me 'Sir,'" he told Heero. "Duo's fine."

In reply, Heero shook his head and smirked. "It's not appropriate for me to address my instructor by his first name, Sir," he reprimand the other man. He smiled a bit more when Duo's eyebrows shot up in confusion, then lowered and furrowed as he considered Heero.

"Oh…" He nodded his head, then grinned. "Gotta admit, the guys are pretty through," he chuckled. "Remind me not to get quite that drunk around them again…" He straightened up in his seat, adjusted his hair, and said, "Okay. Sir's fine, then. So…what do I call you?" Heero squirmed. Crap. He hadn't given a name to this persona.

Julie…no…Mandy…Cindy…Relena? He shuddered . Definitely not. After several more silent seconds, he finally spat out, "Ami. I'm Ami, Sir." Duo nodded, his grin getting even larger.

"Well…Ami," he paused to clear his throat, "I assume that you know why you're here, so why don't you tell me?" Duo quirked one slim eyebrow as he spoke.

The storytelling, Heero's brain helpfully reminded him, and he almost groaned aloud. "Yes, Sir," he answered, trying to quell the nervous tremor in his stomach. "I was caught skipping class, Sir."

Duo leaned back in his chair and nodded, his eyes intently focused on Heero's face, and one hand absently resting on his groin. "Continue," he prompted after a few silent seconds.

Heero swallowed, inhaled deeply and averted his eyes. "I skipped homeroom, Sir," he murmured. "I was caught in the bathroom…" His voice caught, right in the back of his throat, and released only a strangled sound. Even with his eyes lowered, he could see Duo's hand caressing himself through his pants. Mentally, he chided himself. He'd seen plenty of guys do the same before, so why should he freeze up over this one? Just because he was better looking than any of the regulars, had that gorgeous rope of chestnut hanging behind him and had a smooth, sexy voice that dripped lust every time he spoke - no, those weren't very good reasons at all, Heero told himself.

"Caught doing what, Ami?" Duo asked. "Tell me, and maybe your punishment won't be so terrible." The other's man voice had lost the nervous twinge it had had early, and his tone was deeper, huskier than it had been before.

"I was…touching myself, Sir." Heero's voice was soft, his eyes still locked on Duo's crotch as the other man rubbed himself harshly. He shifted on the chair, feeling the already too-small panties tightening considerably over his cock.

"Touching…yourself?" Duo spoke slowly, drawing out every syllable as his violet eyes roamed over Heero's body.

Heero nodded and chewed on his lower lip while he fidgeted on the chair. His palms had gotten sweaty and he longed to wipe them off on his skirt. "Yes, Sir," he finally answered after several more seconds of silence.

Duo sighed softly, slumping against the back of wooden chair he sat in. His legs spread apart wider. "Touching yourself," he repeated casually. "In the bathroom, hm? That's not something a good girl would do, is it, Ami?"

Heero shook his head, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. "No, Sir, it's not," Heero agreed. He shifted in his seat, the movement pulling the white silk even tighter against his cock.

Duo continued, his voice calm, "Now then, why don't you tell me exactly what you were doing?"

Heero took in a shallow breath. This was it, he thought with a shudder. He opened his mouth, trying to form the words that he knew his patron was waiting to hear.

All that came out was a soft, shaky groan.

His head was swimming, and not just from his nervousness about talking to his patron. He chanced a quick glance up at his patron's eyes. The sparkling violet orbs had turned deeper and darker in color, the pupils dilated so that only a thin halo of amethyst surround them. Duo moistened his lips, his tongue trailing slowly across his lips before disappearing into his mouth again. His breathing, Heero noted, was shallow, but controlled as he waited patiently for Heero to answer him.

"What's the matter, Ami?" Duo asked as he shifted in his chair again. "Are you feeling shy?"

Heero quickly nodded. He could feel a deep blush spreading from his cheeks, down his face and neck and disappearing into his shirt.

This wasn't exactly in the script he'd been provided with, he realized as he ducked his head back down to stare at his lap and his engorged cock that bulged underneath the form-hugging skirt. He was supposed to be the aggressor - the naughty school girl who seduced her teacher to get out of trouble - but so long as the patron responded to and seemed to enjoy the shy-girl act, he'd work with it. At least this way, it got him out of having to talk too much.

"You weren't shy in the bathroom though, were you?"

The shake of Heero's head was accompanied by a small whimper.

"Well, if you're not able to tell me what you were doing, maybe you should show me instead…?" Duo suggested calmly.

"Sir?" Heero finally managed to say. He looked up at the chestnut haired man, eyes widened slightly, and swallowed.

"Show me, Ami," Duo repeated. "Oh, I guess you don't have to," he conceded. "I suppose that I could just go ahead and call your parents. I'm sure that they would lov--"

"No!" Heero sat up perfectly straight, his breathing unsteady. Silently, he congratulated himself on what little acting skills he did have; that one drama class back in high school had paid off. "I…I mean, no, Sir," he added meekly, lowering his eyes once more.

"Well, I have to know exactly what you did in the bathroom so that I can decide on your punishment, don't I?" Duo continued. Heero nodded his agreement and sighed. Slowly, he brought his hands around in front of him and ran them up and down his chest, pausing to massage his hardened nipples through his shirt and knead the muscles of his stomach.

"I was doing this, Sir," he murmured as he chanced a glance up at his patron. The chestnut haired man had stopped rubbing himself and was now leaned forward, his chin propped in his hand. The other hand stroked and twirled his long braid.

Duo nodded. "Just like that?" he asked. With a sigh, he added, "Well, that's not so bad since you had your shirt on…"

Heero noted the disappointed tinge to the young man's voice, and closed his eyes. "I…I didn't have my shirt on, Sir," he whispered. His own voice seemed to echo off the mirrored walls. Opening his eyes, he looked straight at Duo.

The other man grinned at him, almost wickedly. "Then take your shirt off, Ami. I told you, I need to know exactly what you were doing."

Heero's fingers were slick with sweat as he fumbled with the knot of the blue scarf. Pulling it off, he dropped on the floor, then proceeded to untuck his shirt and unfasten the buttons. Shivering slightly, he shrugged it off and added it to the pile next to his chair.

Duo's purr of approval caught his attention, despite it's softness. Heero paused, hands resting on his washboard abs, and looked up while the other man looked him over. "Continue," was the order. Heero splayed his fingers out, running them along the tight, flat surface of his skin, down to the waistband of his skirt, then back up his chest to his neck. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to loll back as he squeezed his nipples through the white lace bra he wore, then moaned.

The thumb and ring finger of his left hand worried one nipple between them. He pressed his other fingers firmly against his sweat-covered skin and drew them up his neck. With a soft groan, he inserted two of them into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. He drew them out again, glistening with moisture, then sucked them back in again. Lowering his head, he pulled them out. As he licked his lips, he lifted the underwire of the bra out of the way and slipped the wet fingers underneath it. He gasped when the moisture came into contact with his nipple. He pinched and pulled at the hardened nub, groaning softly.

"Ami?" Duo's husky voice drew Heero's eyes to his face. Duo was flushed, his eyes still dark and glassy. "I can't see what your doing, Ami. Take off your bra," he ordered.

Remembering his role, Heero managed to protest, "I…I couldn't," in between sharp gasps.

The chestnut haired man smiled at him, a soft, lopsided grin, and replied, "Then I guess I should go ahead and call--"

Heero moaned and shook his head in response, leaving off the torture of his nipples. He twisted his arms around behind him, fingers grappling for the hook and eye latch that held the lacey contraption to him. Quickly, it joined the pile on the floor.

Heero could hear himself breathing hard as he relaxed his arms and leaned back on the chair. A burning sensation was spreading from his lower abdomen to his groin, but he forced himself to ignore it. "That's better," Duo encouraged him, his voice sending a shudder down Heero's spine. "Now, go on, Ami."

With a small nod, Heero's fingers continued with where they had left off. He allowed his eyes to slip closed as he twisted his nipples in his fingers. He slumped against the back of the chair, his hands wandering his chest and stomach, and groaned softly. Opening his eyes, he hoped to catch a glimpse of Duo's lust-heated gaze watching him.

Instead, he saw the chestnut haired man stand up, his lean muscles flexing as he stretched his arms overhead. Duo grabbed the hem of his tank top, and with a quick movement, pulled it off.

Heero groaned, his eyes eagerly scanning Duo's taut stomach and firm chest. The other man sat back down and locked his gaze on Heero. Wordlessly, he placed two of his fingers in his own mouth and began to suck on them, pulling them in and out of his lips with a steady pace. He pulled them out and drug them down the slope of his neck, tracing a moist path down his collarbone to his chest.

"Do you like doing that, Ami?" he whispered hoarsely. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes, Si--" Heero's response was cut short by his own deep moan as Duo tweaked his own nipples and sighed.

"Hmmm…you're right," Duo laughed. He had a sexy laugh, Heero noted with a shudder. "It does feel good." Duo leaned back in his chair, his own fingers wandering his chest as he stared at Heero. "So, Ami, is this all that you were doing?"

The question dripped with lust, and Heero had to bite his lip to keep from moaning again. "No, Sir," he choked out. A raised chestnut eyebrow prompted him to keep going. Instead of trying to speak, Heero slid his right hand down his chest, past the waistband of his skirt to his thigh. He lightly drug his fingertips along the inside of his thigh, shuddering and gasping softly, before slipping his hand underneath the skirt. Cupping his groin, he groaned loudly, his head rolling back and his body shuddering.

He squeezed himself, hips rocking into the palm of his hand and twisting as he ran his thumb across his hardened length. The silk panties were damp with sweat and pre-cum. Finally, he slipped his fingers inside the waistband, a deep moan escaping his clenched teeth as he did so, and tugged at his shaft. He closed his eyes, listening to his own moans and Duo's raspy breathing over the microphone.

"Ami?" Duo's shaky voice snapped him from his reverie. "I can't see what you are doing, Ami."

Heero whimpered in protest, but removed his hand from his cock. Sitting up and opening his eyes, he saw that Duo was indeed breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You'll have to take off your panties, Ami," Duo ordered with a small moan. Heero nodded and stood up.

He wobbled slightly on his heels, but quickly regained his balance. Turning sideways to the glass pane, he rested one foot on the chair and slid the skirt up to reveal the clasp of the garter. He unfastened the front, then the back, before changing legs and repeating the process. Then he turned around, his back to Duo and reached up under his skirt for the straps of his panties. Wriggling his hips, he tugged them down, one hand pulling at a side while the other guided the elastic over his hard cock. He sighed in relief when the silken material was finally beyond his erection, which now strained against the too-tight skirt. Then he bent at the waist to pull them the rest of the way off. He listened to Duo groan a soft, "Oh yeah," as his skirt lifted up to reveal the globes of his bottom.

The panties were gracelessly dropped onto the pile of other clothes. Heero used the chair to steady himself once more as he refastened his garters. Then he sat back down, cock bobbing against the cotton skirt as he moved. He locked his eyes on his own lap and tried to steady his own breathing.

"Lift the skirt up, Ami," Duo commanded. There was a definite shake to his voice now, but Heero still complied, pulling the blue and green plaid up over his cock so that it rested on his hips. His cock stood straight up in front of him, pre-cum covering the head of it. "Now," Duo gasped. Heero looked up, seeing that the other man's eyes were fixed on his erection. "Show me."

Heero nodded and wrapped his hand around his cock, gritting his teeth as he did so. He leaned against the back of the chair and let the fingers of his other hand return to the nearest nipple. He slid his hand up and down the length of his shaft slowly, gasping with each motion. His eyes had almost slipped shut when he noticed that Duo was once again moving. The chestnut haired man unfastened the button of his own pants and eased a hand into them. Heero groaned and ground his hips into the chair, watching the other man's groin eagerly.

"See something you like?" Duo purred. He chuckled as Heero, not quite trusting his voice, eagerly nodded his head. "Want a closer look, Ami?"

"Yes, Sir," Heero gasped.

"Well, since you've been such a good girl and cooperated with me," the other man answered. "Kneel down in front of me, and I'll let you have a better look."

Heero stood up and walked over to the glass, then knelt in front of it. His eyes never left Duo as the other man removed his hand from the front of his pants and bent to unfasten his boots. Tossing them aside, Duo stood up and walked over to stand in front of Heero.

His cock stretched the leather to it's limit, and Heero could see the thin sheen of sweat that covered his chest and arms. Looking up, Heero bit his lip and whimpered. Duo's eyes were nearly black with lust, his lips parted ever so slightly as he inhaled deeply. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. He reached down and cupped his groin through his pants.

"Is that all you did in the bathroom, Ami," he demanded as he squeezed his crotch. "Jerk off?"

Heero gasped and stammered, torn between watching Duo fondle his crotch right in front of him, or looking up and watching Duo's face as he spoke. His eyes darted between the two.

"I'll bet you were close to coming, weren't you, Ami?" Duo continued, his voice even harsher. "You were probably being really loud - that's how you got caught, right?" Heero nodded, transfixed as Duo slipped his hand back into his pants. "You know, Ami, most people have fantasies of some sort when they get themselves off. What was yours? Who was fucking you in your fantasy, Ami?"

"Y-y-you," Heero moaned.

"Really?" Duo stepped back from the glass, hand drawing out of his pants. "Tell me, Ami, what was I doing to you, hm?" As he spoke, he unzipped his pants and carefully drew out his cock. "Was I fucking you good and hard with this? Is that what you wanted?" Heero whimpered and nodded.

"Show me, Ami," he whispered as he ran the tips of his fingers up the length of his cock. "Show me what you want me to do to you."

Heero hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at his backpack. He heard Duo chuckle in front of him. "Crawl over there and get what you need," Duo said in answer to the unasked question.

Heero twisted around, placing his palms flat on the cool floor, and lifting himself up on his knees. The short skirt rode up again as he moved to the chair, and he could feel his cock bobbing against his stomach with each motion. He grabbed the backpack's strap, turned around and went back to where he had been. As he knelt, he saw that Duo had gripped his own cock tightly in his hand and was tugging at it slowly.

Heero's breath was coming to him in short gasps as he watched the taller man's cock twitch. Duo rubbed his thumb across the top of it and spread the sticky pre-cum around the tip. Groaning, Duo told him, "You know, I still could call your parents."

Heero shook his head and tore his eyes from Duo's groin. He unzipped the top of the backpack and reached inside, fishing around for a few seconds until he felt the small, plastic bottle in his grasp. Pulling it out, he pushed the backpack aside.

The lube was clear and smelled like nothing, but it was cool as he squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. Smearing it around so that they were covered completely, Heero raised himself up and turned around. He bent forward on his knees, leaning on the elbow of his left arm for support and twisted his right hand around behind him. He spread his legs as wide as he could without losing his balance, then guided one, slick finger along the cleft of his ass.

Duo groaned loudly as Heero massaged the tight circle of muscles around his rectum. Moaning into the floor, Heero slipped his middle finger into himself as far as he could with one movement. He paused, gasping for air, and clenched his eyes shut. The image of Duo standing behind him with his own cock in his hand had conveniently burned itself on Heero's retina. As he focused on that image, he withdrew the finger, then pushed it back in and circled it around, moaning louder each time the tip of his finger brushed against his prostate. His hips bucked, of their own accord, against his hand.

"Add another," Duo instructed. "I'm pretty big, so if you were wanting me to fuck you, then you'd have to be stretched."

Heero did as he was told, slipping a second finger alongside the first. He squirmed and wiggled against his own hand, then scissored his fingers open inside of himself. "You want me to do this to you, don't you, Ami?" Duo's voice pounded in his ears. "Want me to bend you over and fuck you 'till you can't stand up. Isn't that right?" Heero whimpered his agreement. "Bet you've got such a tight little ass too," Duo growled. "And it needs a really good fucking, doesn't it, Ami? Come on, Ami, fuck yourself harder for me!"

Heero moved his fingers in and out faster, his breathing punctuated by gasps and moans. "One more finger, Ami." Duo's order could barely be heard over the pounding of his own blood in his ears, but Heero did as he was told. His back and legs were getting stiff from holding the awkward position, his cock ached for release. Heero smacked the floor with his free hand, writhing and moaning lewdly. The skin around his cock felt tight and hot; he was close to losing it.

"Enough," Duo wheezed behind him. "That's enough of that, Ami. I don't want you to cum just yet." Heero growled in protest, but slide his fingers out of himself anyway. He was so close to an orgasm that his body was shaking. Carefully, he sat up and turned around.

Duo had his arms stretched out in front of him, fingers splayed on the glass as he held himself up. He was heaving for breath. Sweat rolled down the fine strands of chestnut bangs and Heero could see that his neatly woven braid was weighted and unraveling from the moisture that dripped off him. Several seconds of his and Heero's gasping filled the small booth, then he stood up.

"These have got to go," he finally announced as he peeled the leather pants down. Throwing them aside, he leered at Heero, who was struggling to sit up straight. Heero moaned again as he stared at the completely naked young man in front of him. "Looks like you came prepared for something other than school today, didn't you, Ami?" he grinned. "I'll bet you were planning on jerking off in a public bathroom all along, weren't you? Jerking off and imagining that I was fucking you good and hard." He paused again, dark eyes glassy, then added, "Well? Answer me - were you planning on fucking yourself in the bathroom all day?"

Heero had no idea that his voice would still work for him, yet he managed to say, "Yes, Sir." Still kneeling in front of the glass, he leaned back on the palms of his hands. Tremors still ran through his body. "Sir, please…let me…" He trailed off, moaning softly.

"Let you what, Ami?" On his side of the glass pane, Duo knelt down and leaned forward, one hand pressed against the glass. "What do you want to do, Ami?"

"…cum," Heero admitted with a groan. "I want to cum, Sir. Please."

"Mmmm…such a good girl, asking so politely," Duo snickered. His fingertips traced the outline of Heero's body on the glass. "Okay, Ami, you can cum for me. I want you to finish that fantasy you were having with me in the bathroom."

Nodding, Heero took the bottle of lube from the floor and grabbed his backpack. He reached inside again, pulling out a large, silicon dildo that was shaped like a realistic penis; it was even flesh colored and had molded testicles at its base. Silently, he squeezed more lube onto his hand, then rubbed the gel onto the shaft.

He started to turn around and get back up on his knees when Duo said, "Not like that, Ami. I want to see you - see your face - when you cum from me. Kneel and ride it."

Heero sat back up, his legs tucked underneath him and nodded. He spread his knees further apart and lifted his hips from the ground. Leaning forward slightly, he reached between his legs with his empty right hand and pulled the cheeks of his bottom open. Gripping the dildo in the other hand, he twisted his arm around behind himself and nudged the blunt tip against his opening.

One hand guided the bulbous head while the other pushed it up further into him. Heero moaned, low and deep in his stomach, and flexed his thighs. He arched back, pushing himself down on the seven stiff inches of silicon with a grunt. Lowering his hips back to the ground, Heero lifted off the dildo enough to get a good grip on the base. Slowly, he started to rock his hips, eyes losing focus each time the tip of the toy pushed all the way into him. His head lolled back, mouth opening to release an endless stream of moans and whimpers.

"Look at me, Ami," Duo groaned. "Wrap your hand around your cock and cum hard for me."

His head rolled forward, eyes half-lidded so that he could see Duo through an endorphin-clouded haze. The chestnut-haired man had draped his braid over his shoulder. One of his own hands pulled at the length of his cock in a steady motion. Heero wrapped his free hand around his own cock. His hips bucked, nearly raising him off the dildo all the way before he hammered back down on it again.

"That's it, Ami," encouraged Duo between gasps. "Fuck yourself hard. And look at me - don't close your eyes."

Heero could barely nod and moan as he struggled to lock his eyes on Duo. His hand was moving faster, his entire body burning from the friction, as he rocked his hips. The movements of his hips were no longer slamming him onto the dildo, but were shorter and faster.

With a sudden cry, Heero saw white, then black as his eyes clenched shut. His muscles strained and shuddered, then gave out. Falling forward, Heero's cheek rested against the cool glass. He stopped moving his hand, which was sticky with his cum.

"Good…good girl," Duo moaned. Bleary-eyed, Heero looked up. Duo was still kneeling on his side of the glass, one hand still pumping his own cock with the other pressed onto the glass. "N-now, watch me, Ami," he ordered as he sped up the movement of his hand. His eyes were glassy, but focused on Heero.

Heero nodded and looked down at Duo's cock in his hand, watching as he stomach muscles clenched tight. He spasmed, white liquid spurting onto the glass in front of him and onto him. Duo groaned, and stilled his movements, then released his grip. He leaned forward on the glass, eyes unfocused, and murmured with a sigh, "That was...incredible."

Heero nodded tiredly as he extracted the dildo from inside of him. His eyes were only half-open, a soothing post-orgasm daze settling over his mind. Movement caught his attention and he looked over at Duo as the other man grabbed some of the provided tissue from nearby and wiped himself clean. He started to clean the glass when Heero murmured, "Leave it…cleaning staff'll get it before the next show."

"Oh…okay," Duo answered. "Guess they'll get this too," he added with a shy grin. Leaning over to where Heero was still recovering, he pressed his lips against the glass. Heero blinked as his vision was filled with Duo's lips - lips, he noted absently, that would have been on his were it not for the pane between them.

"Thank you," Duo said as he pulled back. "You did beautiful…Hell, you are beautiful."

Heero shrugged and sat up as Duo turned away. The other man quickly pulled on his clothes, stood up and turned to leave. "We'll have to do this again sometime," he said as he threw Heero another grin and a small wave over his shoulder.

Heero nodded and stood, surveying the small booth he was left in. With a small, tired sigh, he pulled his own clothes back on, packed up his backpack and headed back to his dressing room, a slight grin still on his face.

End