[Gundam Wing] Cherries
Title: Cherries Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang Fandom: Gundam Wing Pairing or POV: Quatre/Duo Written for: petermaxwell Special Note: This is a sequel to Mango, written because Saishi isn't feeling well and should be cheered up. Enjoy!
Duo woke bound to the bed, his body spreadeagle and hard. It had been a long, frustrating mission, exhausting in its tiresome slowness, and reaching the safehouse where he was to meet Quatre had been a welcome relief. While Quatre fussed over him, the braided boy collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep immediately and heavily. And he woke with a single finger trailing delicately up his rigid length.
It didn't take him but a moment to test the bonds and realize that if he truly wanted to, he could squirm free. But Quatre saw the movements, and Duo decided after a moment of Quatre's delicate strokes that he didn't want to be free. He hissed a soft breath of a word, the sound not even reaching Quatre's ears as the Arabian teased Duo. But speech didn't matter, because he'd learned to trust the other pilot, learned that the sweet looks masked a being of pure devilry. It was what had first drawn him to the blond.
Quatre reached behind him to a bag, rummaging for a moment before pulling out a small bottle of cream. Popping the cap open sent a waft of fruity aroma toward Duo's nose, the sweet cherry catching him off-guard. "You said you like cherries," he told the long-haired boy, aquamarine eyes smiling down at Duo. He squeezed a dollop into the palm of one hand, rubbing them together to warm the slick lotion. And then he lowered his hands, smoothing them over Duo's bare chest.
That was before the mango crap you put on..., Duo thought, the memory coming to his mind unbidden and driving him even further into need. His hips lifted, but Quatre ignored them, massaging the lotion into Duo's body before adding more and starting on one arm. The all-over massage went one body-part at a time, Quatre's sweetly earnest face the only thing that Duo could bear to watch. It was erotic, that look - made him think of all the desperate pleasure he'd managed to give the blond in the last few safehouses.
He whined softly, and saw Quatre's eyes flare in response, the blue gaze meeting his own as the Arabian began to smile softly. There was pleasure there, the pleasure of giving that Duo knew all too well. It was addictive, and he wondered how long it would take before Quatre lived for it, too. And that thought drew him naturally toward another - would they end up living for the pleasure they gave each other? Was that really so bad a life?
Another whine as Quatre's musician hands smoothed the cream through the thick curls at Duo's base. He didn't stroke Duo's length, which only made the torture that much sharper. And it was torture, exquisite and delicious. He wanted to beg, wanted to plead with Quatre to touch him, take him, release him. But that wasn't part of the game. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they were playing by the same rules he demanded Quatre use, and that included no talking.
Duo's breath shortened, his body moving from whines to gasps as he thrust his hips upward, begging without speech. Touch me, stroke me, give me relief. Quatre ignored the request, another bit of cream warmed before he smoothed it over Duo's balls. He rolled them between his fingers, gentle and tender. And Duo's cock twitched in response, jerking as it searched out friction. Duo stopped being able to breathe, his chest so tight that all he could do was writhe. Quatre had been a virgin when Duo touched him the first time. It never occurred to Duo how well he was training the other pilot.
And then Quatre's mouth descended, licking delicately at Duo's tip. The viscous precum lingered on his lips, and he breathed deeply. And Duo understood. He'll taste cherries with me. The thought that he would taste like cherries somehow made him feel even harder, needier. He could addict Quatre to cherries, just like Quatre had addicted him to the mango.
The soft pink of Quatre's lips curved upward, and he leaned down again, taking just the head into his mouth and sucking at it, swirling his tongue over it. He was smart enough not to try deep-throating his lover on the first try. Instead, Duo felt a lotion-slick hand close over his base and stroke upward, sliding against the soft skin of his cock perfectly.
The tension of the last mission built the arousal higher, all of it suddenly exploding from Duo as Quatre continued his ministrations. He screamed - Quatre told him later, since he couldn't remember doing so. He screamed long and loud according to the blond, Quatre's name broken and breathless on his lips just after, repeated over and over like a mantra as his entire being centered on the pulsing heat flooding Quatre's mouth.
When it was done, when Duo lay boneless and exhausted in his bindings, Quatre lifted his head, wiping the extra fluid from his chin with the back of one hand. For a long moment, neither spoke. Duo smiled weakly, pleasure still in flashing in bright aftershocks through his body. And Quatre finally said three words, meaning carried with them that neither would confront for a long time.