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"The Road Not Taken"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: angst, language, yaoi Pairings: 2x3, 1x5, 3x4, past 1x3 Summary: Sometimes we live our lives following one road because we never consider another. Trowa Barton has the misfortune to answer the classified of a straight Duo Maxwell. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "The Road Not Taken " Chapter Eleven "We need to meet him," Wufei decided. "Bring him to dinner next Sunday." Trowa rolled his eyes. It was Sunday, and he once again found himself at the mercy of his friends. It felt like talking about his relationship with Duo had become as much of a tradition as the Sunday meal itself. Even after they had ended things, Wufei and Heero had teamed up to question Trowa's sanity and chances for future happiness. Of course, when he had shown up that evening for dinner, he had only just dropped Duo off at his own apartment, having spent Saturday night and most of Sunday in bed with the other man. While he had refused to go into details, he had admitted to Heero and Wufei that things appeared to be back on between them. "You've already met him," he pointed out. Heero shook his head. "No," Wufei said. "We spent all of ten minutes with him before he stormed out in a jealous rage when you let Quatre sit in your lap and then you went running after him." "That was our favorite part," Heero added and Wufei nodded in agreement. Trowa glared at both of them. "I'm not bringing him over here, it will be an ambush." Heero shrugged one shoulder. "Yes, but he's no longer your Quatre rebound. You're serious about him and he seems serious about you. It would put us at ease." "For the love of - it would put you at ease?" "We worry about you," Wufei said. "You know that. And if he's really as wonderful as you say he is - then you're denying us the opportunity to get to know him." Trowa had to roll his eyes again. "If I bring him over here, it's just going to be two hours of you two embarrassing the hell out of him and he'll refuse to ever go out with me again." "We aren't that bad," Wufei argued, but Heero gave him a look and he sighed. "Fine. Maybe we are." "You don't have to bring him next week," Heero assured Trowa. "But you should bring him over some time." Trowa shrugged noncommittally. He knew that eventually he would bring Duo over - at least he hoped he would - but he also knew that it wouldn't be any night too soon. "At least bring him to opening night in a few weeks," Wufei was clearly trying to compromise. "And dinner, before the show," Heero added and Trowa felt a twinge of guilt. He had already planned to bring Duo - had offered that to him on Friday night - but he had once again imagined that he would skip the dinner in favor of more time alone with Duo. "If he wants to," Trowa compromised, already knowing that Duo would want to do it. Heero smirked, it was clear that he suspected Duo would as well. "So you talked through some of your problems?" Heero asked. "We talked, a lot," Trowa confessed. There had been the conversation Saturday morning, but even more discussion that night and again this morning, as Duo tried to talk through his concerns about sex and his lack of experience and Trowa tried to reassure him that he respected Duo's boundaries and appreciated his enthusiasm and did not resent his lack of skill. "Talked, hm?" Wufei smirked. "Heero and I did a lot of talking this weekend too. Things like, 'pass the lube sweetie' or 'harder, babe.' Did you and Duo have those kinds of conversations?" Trowa refused to be baited. "You still aren't having sex?" Heero asked, and he sounded genuinely concerned. "No," Trowa allowed himself to admit. "But we did talk about a lot of things and he's definitely interested in being... more intimate than we have been." "But not sex?" "Not yet," Trowa hedged, refusing to add, maybe not ever. He would never push Duo into that, but if Duo didn't want it... "Is this because he's still straight?" Wufei teased. "No. I think most of it is because he's intimidated by me." Heero arched an eyebrow and he and Wufei exchanged looks. "By my skill in bed," Trowa clarified, knowing it would result in them teasing him more, but also uncomfortable with the idea that he physically intimidated Duo. He could see both of their mouths working as they fought against their first and seemingly second responses. "Go ahead," he said with a sigh, "call me a slut or whatever you want - this is the perfect opportunity." "Well," Wufei started, but stopped at a look from Heero. "You aren't a slut," Heero said, "but you are fairly experienced. Surely that's a good thing for him - since he has no experience?" Trowa shrugged. "Yes, but no. He's worried that whatever he does to me isn't going to feel as good as whatever I do to him - but I think, I think we're finally moving past that," he said as he recalled their time in the shower and afterwards that weekend. He had allowed Duo to set the pace and control their actions and he had not been disappointed with the results. Duo had seemed confident the first time, before they had even stepped into the shower, as he got Trowa off, and his confidence had only seemed to grow over the weekend. Trowa suspected that it was partly because he had finally expressed his fears, partly because he now knew how Trowa felt about him, but mostly because it was clear Duo enjoyed being in charge. Which was perfectly fine by Trowa. "You're doing the smiling thing again," Heero said with a sigh. Trowa glared at him but Heero just smirked back. "Have you told him about Heero?" Wufei asked, interrupting the moment. Trowa paused. "That we were together and I cheated on him?" Trowa asked. Wufei nodded. "No. Not yet. I will," he resolved, because he didn't want that coming out later, "but not yet. He's still... he still thinks I'm going to leave him for Quatre or something and telling him about Heero - that's only going to reinforce that fear." Wufei nodded in understanding, but Heero frowned. "Just... make sure you do tell him," Heero said eventually. "You've changed in the years since then - and you've changed a lot since you met Duo, but I think he should hear it from you instead of Quatre, you know?" Trowa nodded in agreement. The last thing he wanted was for Quatre to start trying to screw with Duo's head again, and if Quatre had real ammunition instead of exaggerations... well, it wouldn't end well, Trowa was certain. -o- Duo dismissed the zucchinis out of hand. While the curve was nice, the shape wasn't right and the thickness wasn't consistent enough. Eventually, he decided on a few bananas, a cucumber, and a few sugar free ice pops. As he walked up to the cash register, his basket filled with only phallic objects, Duo couldn't help but feel like a really weird pervert. It wasn't as if there was some kind of meal you could make out of cucumber, bananas and strawberry ice pops - at least not one Duo had any interest in eating. But his recent internet forages had suggested that learning how to give a proper blow job necessitated a phallus of some kind, and that zucchinis, cucumbers, bananas or popsicles were a good way to start off without drawing too much attention to yourself. Of course, a basket full of the damn things made Duo feel like he was asking for the attention. He managed to make it through the checkout line without comment, but he could feel the curious, judgemental eyes of the seventy year old woman at the register on him as she bagged first the bananas, then the cucumber and finally the ice pops. As he walked away, she called after him. "You enjoy yourself, young man!" Duo practically ran from the grocery store after that. By the time he arrived back at his apartment he was feeling a bit stupid about the entire expedition and more than a bit discouraged as he eyed the cucumber and the bananas. He put the ice pops away in the freezer, but took one out and tore into the wrapper. This much he could handle, at least. As he sucked away at the sweet treat he pulled up the website he had found that discussed the proper techniques for excellent blow jobs. He felt confident that Trowa was going to be amazing at this - he was amazing at everything else, after all - and Duo was equally confident that his first attempt on Trowa was going to be a complete disaster. At least, if he practiced before hand, he would have a general idea of what it felt like. His worst fear was freaking out and possibly hurting Trowa, so he figured spending some time with large, phallic objects in his mouth was probably a step in the right direction. Of course, the ice pop was not large, and while Duo certainly enjoyed sucking it off the stick, he didn't think it was preparing him all that well for fellatio. He moved onto the banana next. He had tried to find the straightest bananas possible, since that curve daunted him a bit and in no way resembled Trowa's cock, but even so if felt awkward and weird to lick the unpeeled fruit and then try to insert it into his mouth and down his throat. He triggered his gag reflex pretty quickly, and wound up choking on the banana as he tried to pull it back out. This was definitely not going well. He took a few moments to read over the recommendations again - how to work his hands over the shaft, how to use his tongue to lick and tease and how to apply suction and avoid using his teeth. The cucumber was at least firmer and a closer shape to Trowa's cock, so Duo attempted that item next, but the bumpy, rubbery texture was not at all appealing and he had to switch back to the banana. He managed not to choke himself again, but after several minutes of trying to massage the damn thing and suck on it he was left with a lumpy, nearly demolished banana. This was getting him nowhere, and as much as he wanted to keep his ignorance a secret, he knew it was time to call for help. He found his phone and dialed Hilde's number. "Duo!" It was the first time they had spoken since her arrival in New York. They had texted and emailed - often multiple times each day - but he hadn't realized how much he had missed her voice this last week until now. "Hil, how much trouble have you gotten into already?" She laughed. She sounded happy and it made Duo smile. "Ugh, not nearly enough. And what about you? Still having your wicked way with Trowa?" Duo had been sure to keep Hilde in the loop about the developments with Trowa over the past week - they had spent all day Saturday together, as well as Saturday night and most of Sunday before Trowa dropped Duo off at his own apartment that night. They had spoken on the phone Monday night, fighting about just how awful Revolution was, and then Trowa had spent the night on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. That much time together had been amazing, as far as Duo was concerned, because he was getting used to Trowa's body and learning just how to drive him crazy. It also meant a lot of talking and a lot of cuddling - Trowa might not have been a fan to begin with, but he had quickly fallen into the habit of curling up around Duo at night. "I am," Duo assured her and then hesitated. "Uh-oh. That was a pause. Okay, spill. What did you screw up this time?" "I didn't screw up anything," Duo said, "I just... need advice." "Okay. From me?" "Yeah." Duo sighed, he tried to think of how exactly to phrase his request. "Yeah?" Hilde prompted and Duo sighed. "I... Okay, I have no idea how to say this without it sounding offensive." "Ooh, this sounds like fun. Continue." "You give really, really good head, Hilde." "Was that the offensive part?" "Well, I don't know, I mean, yes?" "Okay. I think we need to work on your definitions for compliment and offense but continue." "Well, your technique is pretty great and I was hoping you would... tell me how you do it." There was a moment of silence and Duo closed his eyes, fully prepared for anger or laughter. "Oh. Oh. You thought I'd assume you were calling me a whore because I give good head?" "I'm not saying that, though. I just know that you've had the experience to perfect it and -" "Oh. So now I'm experienced? So not a whore so much as -" "No! No, no no! I -" "Duo. Calm down. I'm messing with you." He could hear the smile in her voice and it made him want to hang up. Of course she was teasing him. "Hil, I -" "Duo. I'm sorry. I know how sensitive you are. I shouldn't have done that." "I am not sensitive," he protested and immediately realized it only seemed to prove her point. "Right. Anyway, you were saying that I'm a really experienced cock sucker and you needed me to tell you how to do it right?" Duo closed his eyes and shook his head. Of course this was the only person he could call about this. "Yes, oh wise and knowledgeable cock sucker. Please impart your wisdom on me." Hilde giggled but then drew in a deep breath and seemed to collect herself. "Well, I guess - what do you like when you get a blow job? Are there things you like to have done to you?" "Yeah," he allowed. "Okay, well, let's start off with those. You really aren't that kinky, so I think that whatever you like in a blow job, Trowa is likely to appreciate as well. Unless he is really kinky." "He's not," he assured her. "So, what things do you really enjoy?" Hilde prompted him, thankfully leaving off with her teasing. Duo drew in a deep breath. "I guess... sucking on the tip and working the rest with your hands? I mean, that's what I always liked when you did it. But you'd also deep throat me, and that always felt amazing, and you had really great... I don't know, suction? And you didn't ignore my balls." "Okay, that's a good start. Those all sound like things you can do too, right? I mean, I'd recommend not trying to deep throat him until you've had some practice - unless he's got a tiny cock?" "No, he does not have a tiny cock," Duo assured her, thinking about the girth and length of Trowa's cock. "Okay, then I'd really recommend just you know... teasing him with your tongue for a while, tasting him, I guess? And then start trying to suck him down. Just go slow - and the whole suction thing takes some practice, but it's not that hard." "Okay..." "So just, I don't know, try humming your favorite song while you do it? Or really try to suck in your cheeks?" Duo eyed the cucumber and mauled banana warily. He'd felt like enough of an idiot before, he was not looking forward to humming with a cucumber in his mouth. "With the suction thing - just get some ice pops and practice on those. I don't know if those are close in size to him...?" "No, I already said he didn't have a tiny cock," Duo said, knowing she was finishing for specifics but unwilling to give in. "Yeah, yeah, just checking - but even so, you can try doing that. Ummm... teeth! Don't use your teeth unless you know he's not going to freak out or if he likes a bit of pain or whatever, okay?" Duo found himself nodding along. Hilde had almost never used her teeth on him, but he had dated a girl once who did and it had terrified him. Still, what she had said about liking a bit of pain made him think of Trowa. He decided to avoid teeth the first time, at least. "And you already said you like some attention for your balls, so do the same - just think about how sensitive they are and don't apply too much pressure, right?" "Right," Duo agreed. "And... oh! Your face. Your face is super important." "Huh?" "Duo, think back to all the blow jobs you've gotten. Think about the best two and the worst two -can you describe the expression on that person's face as they are going down on you?" He thought about it. The best two blow jobs he had ever had were easily the one from Zechs a few weeks ago and one from Hilde - probably the one he had given him the night they decided to break up and had had a marathon night of sex to end things on. Zechs had looked like he was worshipping at an altar, and Hilde had looked for all the world like a girl with her favorite flavor of lollipop. His worst two, on the other hand, were a little harder to pin down, but he could remember the facial expressions of a few of the bad ones - boredom or disinterest or anxiety. "So you're saying I have to look like I'm into it," he decided. "Well, you need to actually be into it, Duo, but you should make sure that your face shows how much you're enjoying it - if you don't enjoy giving head, then it's going to be super obvious." Which was another problem - if going down on Trowa was anything like a cucumber, Duo wasn't so sure he was going to enjoy it. "And you know, you should probably decide if you want to swallow his cum." "What does that feel like?" Duo had tasted himself only a few times, when Zechs had kissed him after that amazing blow job and a few times with Hilde. But he didn't know what the sensation of someone ejaculating inside your mouth would be like. "It's weird," Hilde admitted, "and takes getting used to. But it's not... well, I don't think it's bad. It might make you gag the first few times, because it's hot and pretty salty - sometimes it's bitter, sometimes it's sweet... it's a little different for everyone." Duo sighed. "Hil -" "Duo. Stop it. You're not going to fuck anything up. I'll tell you a secret." "Please let it not be a secret about your sex life with Greg." "No, not unless you want to hear one of those? I could tell you about how he uses his finger to -" "No!" He interrupted her. It was strange, but he really, really didn't want to think about Hilde with another guy, even though he knew Hilde was crazy about Greg and even though Duo was crazy about Trowa. He no longer wanted to be with Hilde, but he still felt connected to her, and maybe a bit protective. Hilde would likely call this his Madonna complex - his need to either desire women or put them on a pedestal that made thinking about sex with them a sin. "The sex with him is good though, right?" He felt compelled to ask. "Of course it is. Like you, he listens really well - and that's what I was going to tell you." "Your secret is that I listen really well?" "Yeah, sort of. I was going to say that you give pretty good head yourself, Duo. Probably some of the best I've ever had, and that's because you listen really well and you ask. You always asked me if something felt good or what I wanted or what I needed. That makes a huge difference, Duo." As much as Duo didn't like the idea of having Trowa walk him through a blow job step by step, it was different to ask him if he was enjoying himself, and it was good that Hilde had mentioned this. "Also, most guys - well, most straight guys - aren't used to really good blow jobs and they settle for enthusiasm over finesse. I think it's probably a little different than gay guys - but really, Duo, just think about what you enjoy and try to do that. It's not rocket science." "But it takes practice." "Just like every other artform," she assured him and he could hear the smirk in her voice. "Yeah, yeah." "Well, call me and let me know how it goes tomorrow night." "Huh?" "When you try it out on Trowa. Let me know how it goes." Duo closed his eyes and shook his head. "How did you even know that's when I was planning on trying it?" "Because I know you. You put things off if they freak you out, but you also like to be prepared, so I figured you were trying to work yourself up to it and a Saturday night seemed like just your kind of thing." "I hate you." "You mean you love me." "That too." -o- Trowa loved his job, and he especially loved that moment when every element of a play - the acting, the costumes, lights, sound and scenery finally came together and the play became a real, breathing entity instead of a jumble of people and ideas. Of course, that moment was always preceded by tech rehearsals, the bane of Trowa's existence. He felt that, for the most part, he handled stress well. He knew how to compartmentalize and prioritize and he was used to things going wrong and having to fix them on a moment's notice. But that didn't change the fact that tech rehearsals scared the shit out of him or the fact that he usually spent the first two hours on the edge of his seat, convinced that at any second the director was going to shout out at him in the dark theatre, demanding that he be fired and everything changed. It had never happened, but that didn't mean it couldn't. So it was with a fair amount of trepidation that Trowa arrived on Saturday morning for the ten out of twelve tech rehearsal for The Pillowman. The show would open on Wednesday night, which gave them only a few days to run everything together on the set, in the theatre, before an audience saw the production. For the next twelve hours, as they worked through each lighting cue and each entrance and exit, Trowa knew he was going to be an anxious mess. As did Heero, which went a long way to explaining why his friend wordlessly handed him a bag of peanut M & M's on his way to the middle of the dark theatre, where the light board was set up. Trowa didn't indulge in sweets too often, but having something to do, even if it was just with his mouth, usually helped him relax. In years past, when he and Heero had been together, they had tried to arrive at the theatre early enough to have sex in an inappropriate place on the set, and that had done wonders to ease Trowa's nerves. That had ended, of course, when Trowa cheated on Heero with Quatre. Quatre, who was walking through the theatre with a jaunty smile and a friendly word to the crew and cast who were gathering. Quatre, who was always such a good guy and so charming. And so sexy, Trowa had to admit, as Quatre leaned over in the aisle to pick up something, presenting a great view of his ass and lean legs, encases in skin tight yoga pants. Quatre straightened up and caught Trowa looking at him and smirked. Trowa looked away. Quatre was sexy, but then so was Duo - and Duo wanted him. Trowa pushed all thoughts of Quatre to the back of his mind and moved so that he was closer to Heero and the director. As much as he would rather try to hide at the back of the theatre, it was better to be close by so that the director didn't actually have to shout at him. Ten out of twelve rehearsals were boring at the best of times - with the stage manager prompting the actors to provide their blocking and lines only when there was a scene change, lighting change, entrance or exit. They did it that way first, so that the timing for the lighting cues and scene changes could be worked out, and unless something went terribly wrong it was mind numbingly boring for everyone who wasn't the stage manager, lighting designer or director. If the scenery was complicated and involved lots of changing, then things could get interesting for Trowa - but this set remained unchanged throughout, with only the lighting and the projections changing. It was simple, but it worked, and as hour after hour passed Trowa was pleased to see that Heero's lighting design, as usual, was spectacular and brought out texture and detail in the scenery that many lighting designers simply wouldn't know how to do. They were on the second of their two hour long breaks - the first for lunch and this one for dinner at five pm - when he decided to call Duo. "Hey!" Duo answered almost immediately and Trowa could hear the smile in his voice. "Hey yourself," Trowa replied. "How is your rehearsal going?" Duo asked. Trowa had explained the process to him, and while Duo had looked unsure, he had been interested, and it was nice to have someone to talk to about his work who wasn't actually involved in it for once. "Not as torturous as it could be," Trowa allowed, "but I think we will still be here for the full ten hours. After dinner we're going to do a run thru and then notes after that." "Okay, gotcha - well at least the run thru should be interesting, right? To see them on the set for the first time?" "Definitely," Trowa agreed. "Of course, I could think of other interesting things to be doing with my time instead," he teased. Duo chuckled. "I hope that I'm one of those interesting things," Duo responded, warmth in his voice. "Always," Trowa assured him. "Do you want to? I mean, do you want to get together tonight after your rehearsal or are you going to be too tired?" Trowa thought about it. He would be tired after a day spent sitting in the uncomfortable seats in the theatre and stressing out, but he couldn't think of a better way to end his day than time spent with Duo. "Are you trying to call me old?" He asked. "I'm not trying anything, you are old. But the real question is - are you horny?" Trowa snorted a laugh. Even from their very first date it was clear that Duo had a great sense of humor and a slightly dirty twist to his mind. Now that Duo was growing more comfortable with the sexual aspects of their relationship, Trowa had been treated to more and more innuendo and even outright dirty talk. They had come a long way from the nights in Phoenix when Trowa had had to narrate their phone sex almost entirely by himself. "Yes," he said. "Which is fairly inappropriate considering that I'm at McDonald's sitting across from a bunch of three year olds." "Oooh. What are they wearing?" "Duo!" "Just kidding. Do you want to know what I'm wearing instead?" Trowa had to smile. Yes, things had definitely improved. "I'm guessing your sweatpants and a t-shirt, knowing how lazy you are when you don't have anywhere to be." "Actually," Duo, sounding faintly indignant, "I'm wearing a towel because I just got out of the shower." "You're just now taking a shower, at five in the afternoon." "I started my volunteer work at the animal shelter today and I had the amazing job of helping wash out the kennels. Trust me, you want me to be taking a shower at five in the afternoon instead of coming anywhere near me when I smelled like I did an hour ago." "I'm sorry you had a rough day." "No, it was pretty cool actually - just kind of smelly. Now, do we want to go back to talking about my totally sexy body being covered by only this scrap of a towel or more about my escapes with dog shit?" "That's a tough call," Trowa said and Duo made a sound of mock outrage. "But tell me more about your body." "Well, I'm pretty sure this is the same towel you used the other day - that blue one? It's kind of hot, thinking about where it's been on you, and where it is on me now. Of course, I'm about to take it off, since it's going to get in the way of me jacking off while I think about you in the towel, but I think it's served it's purpose so far." "Duo," Trowa tried to keep his voice even, but he could feel his mouth go dry as he heard Duo groan, clearly already working himself. Trowa could feel his dick start to harden and he tried to calm himself down, forcing himself to think about cold showers and Judi Dench. "Oh God, Tro, I wish you were here right now," Duo moaned into the phone. "I wish I could feel your big, rough hands on me, pulling me just right - that slow, steady pace you set that drives me crazy. And me - Tro, I love the way your body feels as you grind into me. Your big, hard cock rubbing against mine and your breath all harsh and -" "Duo. I'm in public." Cold showers and Judi Dench were doing nothing to stifle his growing arousal and Trowa quickly got up, tossed his food into the trashcan, and walked outside. The theatre was a few blocks away, and Trowa had made the walk instead of driving, but he now wished he had taken his car - it wasn't much privacy but it would have been all he needed for a quick hand job. It was impossible to get the mental image of Duo masturbating out of his mind, of the way his back arched and his eyes became thin, bottomless slits as his pleasure mounted. "Mm. We could try that too, I guess," Duo said and moaned again, a long, shuddery sound that meant he was close to orgasm. "Not quite as comfortable as my bed, and we'd have to be kind of sneaky about it. Maybe we could try it at the theatre on Wednesday night? It's dark, right? I could put my program on your lap and you could put yours on mine. You're way too big for me to take you out of your pants, though, so I'd just have to rub you off in your pants. But I think you'd like that, the friction of your pants and my hand against your big, hard cock and -" Duo stopped talking for a moment and his voice just came through the phone as weak, fractured breathing. Then he groaned, a loud, drawn out sound of pleasure that Trowa had already learned meant he had gotten off. Trowa's Dick felt rock hard in his pants and he was grateful that despite the heat that day he had worn jeans - he would be arrested for indecency if he had worn his khakis. "Thanks, Tro. That was amazing." He had to laugh. Duo sounded perfectly content. "You did all the work yourself," he had to point out. "Yeah," Duo agreed, "but your voice - and knowing you were listening - that's pretty much all it takes to get me hard, Tro." "And you're twenty three, so all it takes is a hand and some lotion to get you off," Trowa had to point out. "Maybe, but it's better when it's your hand and some lotion." "What about my mouth?" Trowa asked. They had yet to venture in that direction. Trowa had resolved to let Duo push things forward at his own pace, but after that performance he was feeling bold himself. "Want me to come over tonight?" Duo asked, a hitch of arousal already back in his voice. "You're insatiable," Trowa had to say. "Call me when you're headed home and I'll meet you there. I need to go shower again. Someone got me dirty." With that episode to reminiscence on and the hope of oral sex that night, it was both more and less painful for Trowa to sit through the rest of the tech rehearsal. The run thru went fine, the director leaned back to tell him several times how happy he was with the set, and even Heero seemed relaxed and pleased with the way things were coming together. All of that was fine, but Trowa was having a hard time focusing on the action onstage when all he wanted to think about was finally getting Duo's Dick in his mouth. By the time nine o'clock finally rolled around and everyone was released, Trowa practically sprinted from the theatre, waving off Heero's offer to grab a drink and Quatre's less than subtle offer of sex. He had his phone out, calling Duo, before he even made it outside. "I'm leaving the theatre now," he told Duo. The other man chuckled. "I'm sorry. You don't sound excited at all. We could just wait until -" "No way, you little cocktease. I've been thinking about your Dick all night and you know I have." "Well, that was kind of the idea," Duo said. "Seemed only fair when all I ever think about is yours." "You have such a filthy mind," Trowa muttered as he dug out his car keys, brushing against his already hard Dick He had been in an embarrassing state of semi-arousal all night. As soon as he seemed to have himself under control, something or someone reminded him of Duo and that reminded him of Duo's Dick and that got him hard again. He was definitely going to need something besides cold showers and Judi Dench to think about in the future, because he was certain that after finally getting to taste Duo it was going to be much harder not to fantasize about him. "I'll see you in a few minutes," Duo said and Trowa hung up the phone so that he could concentrate on driving. He had far better plans for how to end this night than in a car accident. He made record time getting home, but wasn't surprised or at all disappointed to see that Duo was already there, leaning against his car in the parking lot, wearing khaki shorts and a v-neck t-shirt that was low enough to reveal the top of Duo's tattoo and fitted enough to show off his lean torso. Trowa parked his car and walked over to Duo, pleased to see a tent in the young man's shorts already - it was good to know he wasn't the only one unable to control his body - and he kissed him. Duo was tense for a moment. They had never kissed in public, and even though it was twilight in an empty parking lot, there was every chance someone might see them. A moment later, however, he was leaning into the kiss and reaching back to squeeze's Trowa's ass. It brought their clothed erections together and Trowa thrust his hips against Duo's, enjoying the friction and the novelty of grinding against Duo in an open, public space. Duo moaned into his mouth and Trowa eased away. "You've been torturing me all day," he told Duo, "making me think about you - about this," he reached out and rubbed Duo's Dick through his shorts and the younger man gasped and jerked against him. "Should I apologize?" Duo asked. His face was flushed, and even though it was clear he wasn't the least bit regretful, there was an uncertain note in his voice. Trowa kissed him again. "No. Feel free to do that to me any time you want," he told the younger man. "Just know that I'm going to return the favor and torture you whenever I want to as well." Duo grinned at that and Trowa decided that he had created a monster. He also decided it was time to go inside and move things in a more naked direction. He grabbed Duo's hand and pulled the younger man after him, into his building and up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor. As soon as the door was closed he spun around, pinning Duo to the door and working to strip him. He pulled Duo's shirt up over his head and ran his hands over Duo's smooth, bare chest while the younger man returned the favor, tugging at Trowa's shirt until he pulled it off. Trowa trailed his hands lower, pausing to tweak Duo's nipples and draw a gasp from him, but then he honed in on the source of all his current arousal. He unbuttoned and unzipped Duo's shorts and pushed them down, revealing a hard, naked, weeping Dick "You seem to have forgotten to wear any underwear," he chided Duo, but he was thrilled with this development. There was something incredibly erotic, seeing that Dick spring out from the zipper, unrestrained and clearly desperate for attention. "Are you going to reward me or punish me for that?" Duo asked, a challenge in his voice and his eyes. "We'll see," Trowa said and kissed him again. Duo took the opportunity to remove Trowa's jeans and his boxer briefs. Trowa kicked free of his shoes and then they were both naked, hard, and eager for more. Trowa leaned Duo back against the door, hoping no neighbors walked by anytime soon, because he had every intention of making Duo come right there. He reached down to stroke Duo's Dick, easing the bead of precum down his shaft and spreading the slight lubrication around the heated flesh. "Wait," Duo said when Trowa started to kneel down. Trowa stopped himself and arched an eyebrow in question, trying to trample the immediate and surely irrational fear that Duo had changed his mind and was backing out. "Everything okay?" He asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. "Yeah," Duo said, but he looked uncertain. "I just... Tro, if you do this it's going to be amazing and probably one of the best sexual experiences of my life." "And you feel you haven't been a good enough boy today?" Trowa asked, trying to tease him. Duo grinned crookedly. "I'm pretty sure I'm not a good enough boy any day, Tro, but no that's not why - look, if you do this first, I'm going to be a really shitty followup to that." It took Trowa a moment to catch up to Duo's logic. "You want to go down on me?" Duo nodded. "Yeah. If - do you mind?" "Do I mind if the guy I fantasize about constantly gives me a blow job?" "The guy who's never done it before," Duo pointed out, "and -" "Duo. If you want to, I want you to. But it's not - Jesus, Duo, at this point I've wanted you to do this for so long you probably just need to put me in your mouth and I'm going to cum, so don't think you're going to need to use a lot of skill or anything." Duo didn't look all that comforted. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight?" Trowa asked him. "We can wait and -" "No. I do want to do it. Tonight. I - know what I want, Tro. I just need to convince myself I'm not going to be a total failure." Trowa nodded. He decided to wait and remain silent - almost all of the time, so far, the only person who had any real success at talking Duo into doing something was Duo himself. "Mind if we move to the bedroom?" Duo asked. "I know you were hoping to make me scream while you had me pinned to your door but..." Trowa smirked. He wasn't surprised his desire was that transparent. "Of course." He led Duo into the bedroom and hesitated for a moment before turning on the lamp on the nightstand - it wasn't as bright as the overhead light, and he didn't want Duo to feel any less at ease than he already was. "Where do you want me?" He asked Duo, deciding to let him take control of things. "On the bed, I think," Duo said. Trowa walked backwards and then laid down on the bed, spreading his legs wide and giving Duo the chance to join him whenever he wanted. "God, you're beautiful, Tro," Duo breathed, the look in his eyes bordering on reverent. "So are you," Trowa said, returning the compliment and meaning it. He looked over Duo's taunt, lean body and felt his Dick twitch in response to the instant rush of arousal he felt. Duo saw and he actually licked his lips. "Okay, so just - tell me if I'm doing something wrong or if you want me to do something else, okay?" Duo asked, a pleading tone in his voice as he looked up at Trowa. "And when you're doing something right?" "Yeah, well... if that happens, it would be nice to know that part too," Duo conceded. He continued to stare at Trowa's Dick with a look of concentration. It almost made Trowa want to laugh. "Duo." The younger man met his gaze. "I promise you that I'm going to enjoy it. I'm more worried about you enjoying it." Duo sighed and shook his head. "I've wanted to try this for awhile now, Tro. I think about this all the time and I really, really want to taste you." "But...?" Duo looked embarrassed. "You don't... you don't taste like cucumber by any chance, do you? I mean, no one's ever said that to you or anything have they? Because I'm not sure I could... I think I wouldn't be able to do it." "No one has ever told me I taste even remotely like a cucumber, Duo," Trowa assured him and then frowned. Duo had never expressed a hatred of cucumbers before - he had had them on salads before and eaten them without complaint. "Why?" "I... well, I figured I should you know, practice or try it out or whatever - just get used to having something that size in my mouth and trying to suck on it and..." "You practiced blow jobs on a cucumber." Duo nodded miserably and Trowa had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Once he was sure he had himself under control, he spoke. "Duo. You don't need to practice on a cucumber - or any other produce. Practice on me." Duo still looked skeptical. "Please," Trowa added, knowing that Duo loved to hear him use that word during sex. Duo approached the bed and knelt between Trowa's legs. Both of their erections had began to fade during that conversation, and Trowa reflected that that was actually a good thing for Duo. He could see Duo still looked uneasy. "Tell me what you want to do to me," he suggested. "You're just going to tell me I've got a dirty mouth again," Duo said, but he was smirking. He reached out and took hold of Trowa's half-hard Dick "I really want to taste you. I want to lick up the precum on your head." Duo stroked Trowa back to hardness, his gaze intent on Trowa's Dick, and as soon as it leaked precum Duo leaned down, swiping the flat part of his tongue around the head of Trowa's Dick It felt good, and Trowa found himself arching upwards, desperate for more. "What else?" He asked, aware that his voice was already unsteady. It was almost comical how easily Duo had him aroused. "You're really big, Tro, and I don't know if I can swallow all of you in one go - but I kind of want to -" instead of finishing his sentence, Duo leaned down and licked Trowa's Dick, from the base to the tip and then back down again. He repeated the motion, swirling his tongue around the shaft and even dipping down to Trowa's balls, licking and teasing with his tongue. "Duo, that feels amazing," Trowa assured him, reminding himself of Duo's request. He wasn't about to tell Duo what to do - but he definitely wanted to let him know that this felt really good. And then it got so much better. Duo positioned his mouth at the head of Trowa's Dick and then slowly started to swallow him, taking inch after inch of Trowa inside. He stopped about halfway down, clearly uncomfortable taking in more, but even this much felt like heaven. "That's really good, Duo," he said and then moaned when Duo started to move up and down, his hot mouth leaving a trail of moisture that Duo then spread with his right hand as he worked the base of Trowa's Dick Duo's other hand started to massage Trowa's balls and he felt like he was in heaven. It wasn't the best blow job he had ever had - Duo wasn't taking him in very deep and he wasn't applying that much suction, but it was still really, really good. "God, Duo, yes - yes that feels good," he encouraged, shifting his hips just a little, to change the angle, and suddenly Duo was taking him down just a bit deeper and it made a world of difference. Trowa looked down to see Duo looking back up at him and he half expected Duo to have that look of concentration on his face, but instead it appeared as if he was actually enjoying himself - it was almost as if he was smirking around Trowa's Dick "What?" Trowa had to ask, and Duo pulled away with a wet pop. He was smirking, and Trowa found himself returning the expression. "You taste so much better than a cucumber, Tro," Duo assured him, "and you are a lot harder than a banana." Trowa had to close his eyes. "Jesus, Duo, what else did you -" "Ice pops. And you're a lot harder and a lot bigger than any of those. But still..." Duo trailed off and Trowa opened his eyes to look at him. "Can I try a little harder? Maybe a little faster?" Trowa could only nod eagerly. Duo leaned down to kiss him, a wet, sloppy kiss that was more for fun than anything serious, and then returned to his earlier position. "Holy fuck, Duo!" Trowa almost felt as though Duo had been playing a joke on him earlier, because as soon as the young man took him back in his mouth it felt completely different. Duo seemed to be trying to suck him down, and he bobbed his head up and down, working more and more of Trowa into his mouth while his hand kept a firm, steady pace of tugging on the shaft. The dual sensations and drastically different paces soon had Trowa on the brink of an orgasm and he had to struggle to push Duo's head away before he exploded in the other man's mouth. Duo looked petulant, but when Trowa shot thick streams of cum onto his own belly Duo's expression cleared. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Duo said. Trowa chuckled tiredly. "It's fine, I just didn't think you'd want to try that much tonight." Duo frowned. "I hadn't really thought about it, I guess," he mused and then leaned down to lick up some of the semen. His hot tongue tickled Trowa's belly but the sight of Duo licking his semen made it very difficult for Trowa to breathe. "It's not bad," Duo concluded and moved over to another spot, soon cleaning up all evidence of Trowa's orgasm. "Next time you should come in my mouth." Trowa could only nod in agreement. Duo looked at him. "It was okay, right? I mean - it wasn't great but -" Trowa pulled him close and kissed him. He could taste himself in Duo's mouth and he found himself getting hard again from that, but he kept his entire focus on this kiss, on trying to express to Duo just how much more than okay it had been. Finally, he pulled away and looked at Duo. The younger man grinned. "At least sucking on those ice pops taught me something."
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