Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Suprise! The Locker Room ❯ The Locker Room ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Heero pushed the locker room door open, half pushed inside by an apparently stressed-out braided pilot. Gym wasn't over for another half hour, but once Duo had seen him he was dragging him off to who-knows-where, for god knows whatever reason.

“What do you want Duo?” The brunette smiled sheepishly, a hand rising to the back of his head in a nervous habit.

“I've been having a hard time at it today if you know what I mean.” Heero just looked at his lover, arms crossed without expression. Duo smiled again. “You know that other day when I told you rape is really just surprise sex? Uh... surprise!”

Duo thrust Heero into the row of gym lockers there was a short bang as his back collided with the faulty, flimsy row. The American crushed his hips to Heero's and ground them together pressing their straining erections into each other, restricted by tight shorts. Heero gripped Duo's upper arms in tight fists that would bruise his skin later. He pushed the other boy away stiffly, sending him into the locker opposite the small aisle. He hit the yellow metal hard, leaving a dent. Duo slid down the lockers for a moment but didn't get far before Heero pulled him up by the red tank-top and crushed his mouth and hips against the other boy's.

God, Duo loved it when he did things like that.

The Japanese pilots tongue was truly skilled. Every part of Duo's mouth was memorized by now, but that never stopped Heero from re-affirming that nothing had changed. The braided boy moaned into his lover's mouth and took hold of the waistband of his shorts and jerked them down to his knees. Heero let them slide to the floor and he kicked them off, and then did the same to Duo, momentarily leaving the boy's mouth.

“Well we surely aren't wasting any time.” Heero grunted as he lifted Duo against the lockers, and the long- haired boy wrapped his legs around his lover's waist.

“You started this.” Heero angled Duo just right and impaled the boy on his cock. Heero muffled Duo's scream with his hand.

“Oh fuck Heero! Shit!” Heero paused for his lover to attempt to adjust to his violent entry. Duo eye's were shut tight, his head tilted back against the yellow lockers. Heero leaned in closer to his lover's ear.

“Are you alright Duo?” Duo groaned, panting.

“Heero... move.” The Japanese boy chuckled slightly; there was nothing he enjoyed more than torturing Duo this way. With one arm around his lover's waist and another hand cradling the back of his neck, He complied.

Heero pulled slowly out of Duo and thrust quickly in again glancing against that beautiful bundle of nerves that made Duo cry out his lover's name. The smaller pilot's back thudded into the yellow lockers with every one of Heero's almost violent thrusts into his body, crying out at every movement of his lover's rigid tool.

“Oh fuck Heero, Faster!” Heero leaned forward and complied, tacking hold of Duo's hard-on squeezing and pumping to his own time. Heero grunted and Duo screamed.

“Heero, I'm going to...” He thrust once more and Duo came, hard. Splattering his cum over Heero's red shirt. Heero came quickly after.

The two boys stood panting for a moment, Heero still holding Duo against the peeling yellow gym lockers. They caught their breath and Heero slid out of Duo and set him on his feet at last. He pulled the braided pilot forward and kissed him again, this time, gently.

Then, with a smug look that Duo had aptly named the `mission accomplished' look he stripped off his shirt and tread into the gym shower. Shaking his head and smiling, Duo did the same.