Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Adjustments ❯ Chapter 4

1x5 part 4

 

Heero was sure Wufei had implied something more than sleep when he'd suggested they go to bed but he was not sure if he should strip down to bed or not. Still wondering, Heero brushed his teeth and hung his shirt on the back of the bedside chair. He debated whether to remove his shorts as well, and then decided to leave them on. He did not want to force Wufei's hand - and he'd discovered the more passive he became the more aggressive Wufei was. But just to be safe, Heero made sure to place an extra box of tissues on the night stand next to the lube. It sucked sleeping on the wet spot. Then he got into bed, pulled up the sheet and lay listening to the sounds of Wufei cleaning up.

 

While Wufei cooked rather well, that is, unless he was trying out more exotic recipes, he was the sort of person who used every cooking utensil in the kitchen. Heero found it amusing to come home after work to find every cup, saucer and spoon used in the making of something simple like pasta. Afterward, Wufei had to clean everything; some sort of neat-freakiness that forced him to put back everything back in its exact place.

 

Heero lay on his side, facing the nightstand, listening to Wufei put away the last dishes before switching off the lights in the front rooms. Then he listened as Wufei walked into the bedroom and went to the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready to bed. Heero could hear Wufei undress and switch off the room lights manually. The rustling of steps stopped next to the bed. Finally, the covers lifted and the mattress dipped as Wufei slid in next to Heero. He was naked.

 

Heero smiled to himself; things were looking up.

 

He reached for the bedside light but Wufei stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Leave it on,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “I want to watch you.” Heero refrained from snapping back that Wufei had done his damnest to avoid even having to look at him in the last weeks. He was willing to play along with whatever his lover was in the mood for - for the time being. Instead, he shifted slowly until he was lying on his back and turned his face so he could see Wufei.

 

Wufei's face was flushed, two bright spots of color decorating his cheeks. “I spoke to Sally today,” he said, looking embarrassed.

 

“I think we both did,” Heero informed him.

 

“No,” said Wufei with a grimace of a smile. “I mean, she called me to her office after your morning medical and, as Duo would say, grilled me over an open fire.”

 

“I think you've gotten your metaphors mixed up,” Heero pointed out.

 

“Oh, shut up, Yuy,” Wufei snapped, irritated. At least now he sounded more like himself. “I wanted to say that- I knew I was being an ass but I didn't realize just how much. She had to point out just how much my behavior was affecting you and… Look, I really did have some outstanding cases to clear up before I vacate my post and…”

 

“I also had a talk with her,” Heero admitted. “She told me that I should be ready for changes, mostly in what I do. I told her I realized that but I hadn't really. It was when we were going to confront Drake Jr. that I understood that now I am unable to do most of the things I used to. It was …difficult,” he finally admitted.

 

“I know,” Wufei said in a small voice. He leaned forward slowly and caught Heero's lips in a gentle kiss, neither demanding nor forceful, just a simple nibble of the lower lip. Heero found himself responding oddly eagerly to the unaccustomed gentleness. Wufei pushed himself up onto his elbows and deepened the kiss while Heero, as usual, reached around and undid Wufei's hair clasp. As dark hair spilled over his face, he snaked a hand around Wufei's nape and pulled him closer until they were lying one on top of the other, chest to chest, one of Wufei's thighs wedged itself between Heero's, pressing down on his beginning erection.

 

Wufei broke off the kiss, his lips tracing Heero's neck and chest gently. Unlike Wufei who found such teasing exquisite, Heero only found it slightly tickling. Once, Sally had pointed out that while most males did not have as many pain receptors on their skin as females did, Heero seemed to have none at all. Perhaps he had been born that way, perhaps he had been made that way, he'd never know. He was just happy that Wufei seemed to have found a way of getting around the problem of his mostly desensitized skin While the sensation didn't do much to fuel his excitement, he liked to watch Wufei concentrate on him, and being on the receiving end of so much attention was flattering.

 

When Wufei reached Heero's nipples, Heero tensed expectantly, knowing that Wufei was going to bite down hard. However, when Wufei did bite down…

 

“Ouch,” Heero said, his toes curling as an unfamiliar sensation spread through him straight to his groin.

 

“Did I hurt you?” Wufei asked, jerking back as if he had been burned.

 

“No,” Heero hurried to explain. “I wasn't pain - my …” To his horror, a he could feel heat spreading over his face. Heero Yuy was officially blushing, now all they needed was blue rain and flying pigs.

 

“Heero!” Wufei at least did not look amused. He looked worried.

 

“Mynipplesaresensitive,” Heero explained quickly. “It felt funny all morning but when you bit it now … oh…”

 

Wufei had chosen just then to blow on his wet nipple making ripples of desire spread o through his body. Then slowly, Wufei leaned down, took said nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

 

Heero gasped - now that was different, he thought as Wufei gave attention to both his nipples. Then he started going lower sucking , until he reached Heero flat abdomen. Then instead of kissing his navel and moving down as he usually did, towards Heero's cloth-covered erection, Wufei turned his head and placed an ear on Heero's middle.

 

“I don't think you can hear anything,” Heero hurried to explain. “Sally tells me that it's still in the early stages so…”

 

“I know,” Wufei said softly. “I'm just getting used to the idea that you might no longer have perfect abs.” He rubbed his face carefully across Heero's abdomen like a cat marking its territory with scent.

 

“Idiot,” Heero said affectionately, messing up Wufei's hair with one hand. “Blowjob?”

 

“Uh,” Wufei hesitated. Heero understood. Wufei was still in the middle of getting the hang of giving blowjobs and would probably never be as enthusiastic about it as Heero was. “I meant, let me suck your dick,” he amended

 

If Wufei had not been fully erect before, he became hard instantly. Heero laid back comfortably, titled his head back into the pillow and lifted his arms so there was space next to his body. “If you straddle me then you can fuck my mouth like this…”

 

Wufei had never been comfortable with four lettered words like `fuck' and `dick' (he also had a problem saying `help' but that was not sex-related) but he did like it when Heero talked dirty to him. Wufei scrambled to his knees a little awkwardly, his erection bobbing up and down, then straddled Heero's chest, breathing hard. Heero lifted his head a little, glad his neck was flexible and licked the leaking slit slowly. Wufei groaned and tried to push his erection into Heero's mouth but Heero resisted with a turn of his head.

 

Wufei was rapidly growing harder much to Heero's satisfaction. He thought it best to start at the top. He took the head fully inside his mouth and spent some time exploring it. While Heero knew Wufei enjoyed the whole thing, he always enjoyed it as well, the sight of Wufei, flushed, head thrown back, wisps of hair sticking to his face with sweat making him looked more relaxed.

 

He alternately kissed the tip and sucked on the head, feeling around the ridge with his tongue. He tried to penetrate the slit, sucked on the head again. And then bracing himself, he nibbled at Wufei carefully with his teeth.

 

That got a reaction. "Oh. Heero! Yuy!" Though Wufei always made a point of calling Heero by his last name when he was annoyed, Heero did not think this situation was anything similar.

 

Heero leaned forward, glad his neck was flexible opened his mouth wide and took in as much as he could without using his throat. Wufei, who had been restrained until then, started to thrust and Heero quickly wrapped his fist around the base of Wufei's cock to prevent it from sliding down his throat any further before it made him gag.

 

Wufei groaned, his hands clutching Heero's hair as Heero sucked as hard as he could on the upper half of Wufei's cock, using only his lips. Heero worked his mouth onto Wufei then off and on again but the awkward way he lay made it difficult to for him to keep the rhythm on the lower part of the shaft.

 

He was only sucking shallowly, almost teasingly, until Wufei groaned with frustration and thrust his hips forward, almost taking Heero's head off in the process. Heero finally decided to cut his lover some slack. He leaned forward, pressing his tongue hard to the underside of Wufei's dick, and moved upwards. He let Wufei thrust, and letting the rest slide it, covering his teeth with his lips. He sucked a few times but stopped when Wufei's stomach muscles started to tremble and Wufei's thighs spasmed with tension. Heero pulled back, letting Wufei's erection spring free and licked his lips, slowly.

 

“Heero?” Wufei inquired breathlessly. It sounded more like a moan for help.

 

“I want you to come inside of me,” Heero informed him, feeling excited at the prospect.

 

Wufei turned his head, placed a gentle kiss on Heero abdomen before leaning back. “I …uh… spoke to Sally about sex and she says the first three months are the …uh… riskiest because that's when miscarriages are most likely to occur and…”

 

In reply, Heero hooked his fingers around the waistband of his shorts, lifted his hips and took them off, then he tossed it into Wufei face. The tirade stopped abruptly, and when Wufei's shocked face emerged from around the offending item, he appeared extremely flustered.

 

“I can't top you,” Wufei protested. “I mean…what if I fall on you or crush you… I mean …not you…but…”

 

Heero did not think Wufei was heavy enough or that he was vulnerable enough for that. But he did think that it would be entertaining to be fucked from below, perhaps Wufei could lie flat and …no… Heero had decided to let Wufei take control and that sounded far too much as if he was going to be in charge. With a mental shrug Heero decided on the best course of action.

 

Very deliberately, Heero rolled to his side, his back to Wufei, and brought up one of his knees to his chest.

 

Wufei stopped speaking. From the sound of it, he'd also stopped breathing. True, Heero could have done with a little more foreplay, but after almost two weeks of abstinence a few licks on his dick could wait.

 

There was a long pause then Wufei forced out, rather hoarsely, “Lube.”

 

Heero, glad of his foresight, snagged the tube from the nightstand and passed it to Wufei over his shoulder without looking at the recipient. Wufei lay down next to Heero and kissed the back of his neck and bit the spot where the spine met the back of the skull. Heero shivered in anticipation as Wufei traced down his spine with none-too-steady fingers until he finally reached the destination. His fingers were warm as he gently circled the puckered opening before he withdrew, only to do the same with a lubed finger.

 

Heero waited impatiently as Wufei pushed in one finger. It went in easily. Then he withdrew it and added another two. He scissored his fingers and moved them around, carefully avoiding Heero's prostate, much to his annoyance.

 

“Tease,” Heero grunted out as Wufei pulled out to add a third finger.

 

Wufei silently pushed in all three fingers and then rotated them slowly, stretching Heero with so much care it might as well have been their fist time. The feeling was exquisite and Heero's cock was leaking precome against his stomach by then. He waited in anticipation as Wufei withdrew his hand and positioned his erection against Heero's opening.

 

Then he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until Heero pressed back, taking in all of Wufei in one smooth move. Wufei moaned aloud as Heero slammed against him, trying to stop his hips from thrusting.

 

Heero shifted his hips then slammed back again, letting Wufei know exactly what he wanted. If he wanted slow and sensitive, he'd have stuck to watching soap operas on TV.

 

Once he'd given Wufei the go ahead, Wufei seemed to have gotten the message clearly. He started to pound into Heero hard, his hips thrusting, his dick brushing Heero's prostate with every stroke. He sneaked a hand around Heero's waist and grabbed his dick, gripping it roughly in calloused fingers.

 

Though Wufei stroked it a few times, he seemed to loose track as his climax grew closer. Heero groaned as his balls drew up and his partner's breathing became erratic. Wufei started pounding into him in earnest, the sound of flesh slapping flesh become the most prominent sound in the room. Then finally, Wufei gave a strangled shout and came into Heero, while leaning forward and clamping his teeth hard on the back of Heero's neck. The bite threw Heero over the edge, forcing him to come all over his stomach.

 

They lay there panting until Heero let Wufei's limp penis slide out, reached for the tissues and started to wipe them both up, gently.

 

“D…id I hurt you?” Wufei inquired, sitting up and feeling Heero's back as if he could feel broken ribs or a dislocated vertebrae.

 

“I'm all right,” Heero replied, thinking of the two of them having sex, say in another few months. “Think we can keep on fucking - eventually, I mean in a couple of months."

 

Wufei seemed to think it over. “We might have to move into a bigger apartment,” he finally said.

 

“Bigger apartment!”

 

“I mean, I don't think we can do this if there is a baby in the room,” Wufei said sleepily, as Heero was wiping down his groin, then sighed and tried to stop the flow of semen from his ass to the bed sheets. It really did annoy him to sleep on a wet spot. Then suddenly Wufei sat up, his eyes wide. “Oh, my God.”

 

“What!” Heero asked alarmed.

 

“We're going to bring it home,” he said.

 

“Bring what home?” Heero asked.

 

“The baby, Yuy,” Wufei shouted. “We'll have to bring it here…”

 

“I did not think we'd be leaving it somewhere,” Heero said. “Uh...it…he, she…do you think it'll be a boy?”

 

Wufei looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on him. “You know what that means?” he said slowly. “We'll have to name it ...him… her? I hope it's a boy.”

 

“Feed him…it,” Heero added thoughtfully. “Clothes, toys…do you think I'll be able breast feed?”

 

Wufei jumped out of the bed, grabbing a sheet and he wrapping it around himself toga-like.

 

Heero watched his lover run to the living room, wondering if the teasing got too far, when he heard Wufei shout from the living room. “Aren't you coming?”

 

“What are you doing?” Heero asked, curious.

 

“Call for help,” Wufei yelled back. “I'm calling the rest of the gang!”

 

It was then that Heero remembered with trepidation, he still had to inform the other Gundam pilots of his condition.

 

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Crack ["Omake"]

 

Vid-call - from Chang Wufei to Duo Maxwell.

 

“What do you mean, when am I going to make an honest man out of him? Heero, stop saying thank you to everything Duo says!"

 

Q and T

 

“No, Trowa, I don't think the maid costume is going to be enough. You need to be Heero Yuy to get knocked up. He is the heart of space, after all.”

 

The end.

 

a/N- yeah --- there's a sequel on the way. Comments are appreciated. What would you want me to deal with in the next story?