Filth – A 2x4x2 Adventure- Ch 1. A Desert Snog
Title: Filth, Chapter 1, A Desert Snog Author: ME Rating: Overall NC-17, This Chapter NC-17 Warnings: Explicit Sex between two teen boys Summary: Quatre and Duo have comfort sex in the desert after OZ attacks the Maguanac base. The encounter is simple and fun for Duo, but more complicated for Quatre.
Quatre was uncomfterable. He was too polite to use stronger language, but he had been living rough in the desert with Duo for two weeks following the destruction of the Mauguanac base, which meant two weeks without water to wash in or food other then reconstituted rations. He was filthy with sand and sweat; he had never in his life gone so long between baths, or so hungry or thirsty. Duo's attitude of devil-may-care humor toward their plight ought to have been admirable, but was in fact acutely annoying – though Quatre hid his annoyance well.
Duo, on the other hand, was quite used to filth and starvation, and had a passing acquaintance with dehydration. Growing up "deprived of practically everything" on L2 had provided this practical education. He attempted to keep his new acquaintance's spirits through humor, a classic L2 technique.
One night, camping in the desert, their lives changed forever.
"I've never been so filthy in my life! How do you stand it?", complained Quatre. "Well, we dun have 'nough water to wash, so we havfta stand it", replied Duo. "I know that, but I don't need to like standing it." "Noboddy LIKES being filthy or starving, Quatre, no-one does it by choice. That damn OZ blew our base, and so we're stuck in the desert. Fuck me if I dun try and lighten the mood a bit!" "We are in a very serious situation here, and I fail to see how making jokes will improve it." This was said in a sharp tone, as close to angry as Quatre got. Duo thought it prudent to change the subject. "Say, if ya dun mind me askin, why'd ya leave yer family and become a Gundam pilot anyways. Ya had a good life, why give that up." "Some things are more important then life, Duo. If Oz takes over everything, my money will mean nothing and my pacifist father and sisters will never be safe." "I getgcha; an I thin' that's just swell of ya. If I'd hada good life, I'm not shure I'd be willin ta give it up." "Let's turn in. Tomorrow we should be able to get to a town, with a motel that will ask no questions if we push ourselves." "Yeah…Ya know, I like you better like this, all dirty and nasty. It makes you seem more human, kinda." "Really", said Quatre, and burst out laughing. Duo was puzzled by Quatre's sense of humor; Quat had ignored his jokes but laughed when he said that he liked Quatre better when he looked and smelled like a real guy rather then a rich brat. Still, his face, which was cute enough all the time, positively lit up when he smiled.
Before he could stop himself, Duo leaned over and kissed Quatre, full on the lips.
Quatre was shocked by this sudden intimacy, but not displeased. He kissed Duo back and opened his mouth. Their tongues caressed each other, tangling gleefully, as each tasted the plaque and grit of the other's mouth. All this was very familiar to Duo, but totally new for Quatre.
Duo ground his crotch into Quatre's and found that the blond princling was just as painfully hard as he himself was. Duo's stained and callused hands groped Quatre's crotch through the fabric of his dusty khaki trousers. Duo fumbled for Quat's zipper and pulled it down. The blond boy was wearing underwear, battered briefs that had once been white. Duo broke the kiss and ignored Quatre's little whine of disappointment, sliding down to investigate Quatre's lovely erection. He nuzzled his face in Quatre's briefs, while at the same time freeing his own meat with a dexterity born of long experience. Duo wore no underwear, he never did. He just didn't see the point of pants under your pants. They'd just be an extra thing to wash, and they itched.
Duo's dick was uncut, and he worked the foreskin back and forth over the head. He got harder and harder as his oral ministrations stimulated Quatre. Duo flicked his adept and sensitive tongue over the spongy head of Quatre's cock. Being a Moslem, the Arab boy was cut, and therefore did not produce precome. His cock tasted of skin and sweat, with a light undertone of smegma. And then suddenly there was a sharp salty tang that had to be Quatre's semen, less greasy and less bitter then most men that Duo had sucked, and the braided boy swallowed it down eagerly.
Duo worked his cock rapidly after that, foreskin rubbing up and down over the sensitive head. Duo's rubbing soon allowed him to join Quatre in orgasm-land. He came in an energetic fountain, not having had time to 'rub one out' for the past few days.
After their mutual bliss in the desert heat, the two boys took some time to recover.
"Wow", said Quatre, "That felt great! … but why did you do that."
"Well, "yer cute, an I wanted to do ya ever since I firs laid eyes an yah", drawled Duo, with a wide Cheshire-cat grin.
"Does that mean that you fell in love with me at first sight?", asked Quatre, with a kind of puppy-dog eagerness.
Duo was taken aback. For Duo, who had been a child prostitute, sex had never had much to do with love. Duo didn't really even believe in love. Sex was either an expression of power and control, a good to be sold, or, as in this case, a simple, fun thing to share between friends. Love had never entered into his calculations.
"I dunno" said Duo, looking down at his feet after a long pause. "I'm not sure I'd know love if it walked up to me in an OZ uniform and tol' me I was under arrest."
Quatre thought that was funny in one way, and very sad in another, but did not know quite what to say, and so kept silent, but his heart reached out to Duo's heart, and Quatre knew that there was love within it, if only the other boy could let it out.
"Let's talk about this in the morning, Duo. For now, we should turn in, for the sun is setting and the desert will be cold at night, were his only words."
Duo and Quarte slept side by side that night, each pondering what the other had said in his heart.