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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. Any typos do. ^_^'I am
making money from neither.
Pairings: 2x1
Rating: 18 (by the
BBFC! Yeah, that bunch of weirdoes!)
Warnings: L-E-M-O-N!! Need I say
more? PWP, very small self-insertion - you'll spot me! Oh, Duo
POV.
Notes: This is for Pulsar, who said she'd like to see a 2x1
set in a library, and I'm glad she did cos it's one of my top pairings at
the mo! Also huge, huge thanks to Lorena for her help with the beginning!
I owe ya lots, Lorena! If you like 3x4 you must see her site, if you ain't
already: http://www.geocities.com/hermionelm/index.html Also note, the
locations are based on real ones at Huddersfield University library, where
I worked for 2 weeks recently! Enjoy, and please reply!
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a quote.
The Library
//Corey was nearly delirious with fucking; his body and mind and
everything centered at his asshole, around the big, black cock that
slammed into him again and again. "Oh!" he cried, "fuck me, Jesse! Fuck
me!" And he repeated it over and over, a nasty mantra in rhythm with
Jesse's hips: "Fuck me fuck me fuck me," and then, as Jesse moved even
faster, he was all but inaudible as he chanted "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." And
then Corey's lips went slack, and his eyes opened wide without seeing
anything and he roared like some kind of animal, and his balls rammed up
against him as if they'd been slapped upward and he came: his cock flew up
and slapped against his belly, then surged forward and shot without being
touched, splattering the front of the checkout counter with hot boycum,
moving up and down like a firehose out of control, spewing fat strings of
sticky stuff, thick as pudding and hitting the counter with a slapping
sound.
The spasming of Corey's asshole shoved Jesse over the edge
and he growled so loud and hard he hurt his throat as his hips lurched
forward, planting his cock so hard an ddeep into Corey's butt that the boy
screamed, and he felt the pounding behind his balls and the explosion at
the head of his dick as he came, pumping what felt like quarts of hot
spunk into the condom up Corey's ass.// [1]
I shifted
uncomfortably in my seat: luckily my lower half was invisible due to the
desk I sat at. I laid aside my book and sighed in annoyance. Now I
couldn't even come to the library and read without my body coming over all
unnecessary. Was I that sex-crazed that I couldn't even read about someone
else getting some without wanting some for myself? Pervert, me?! Huh, just
because I admit to it! But anyway, it still meant I needed to sort myself
out by one means or another. So I decided to troll [2] off to a suitably
sobering section of the library: management should do the trick, seeing as
I knew it was nearby. I could peruse such racy titles as 'The Invergordon
Smelter: A Case-Study in Management' and 'On the Conduct of Meetings' [3].
Who needs porn, eh?
So I nonchalantly got to my feet. There
weren't a great many people around, so I rearranged myself as discreetly
as I could - deep pockets are wonderful things - and headed off in the
right direction. But as I passed through the double doors into the area
where they usually were, I noticed all the shelves were empty! Oh of
course! - I remembered - they were refurbishing the library so lots of
books were moving, but I had no idea where to. And I wanted to know!
Luckily I heard movement off to my right and spotted a girl about my age
kneeling on the floor, moving books from a shelf onto a trolley. She had
blondeish hair tied back in a dishevelled ponytail and was wearing a blue
sun-dress that looked as though it had shrunk in the wash; on her shoulder
I could see the faint mark of a bruise [4]. I approached her, beginning to
speak to get her attention, but as soon as I did so she looked at me with
a bright, slightly apologetic smile.
"Before you ask, I'm afraid I
don't know where anything is! I'm only a temp and I've only been here two
days. But if you go round that corner -" she pointed "- you should find
Mr. Yuy, and he'll be able to tell you where everything is."
I
smiled at her. I bet people had been asking her the same questions all
day. Thanking her, I moved off in the direction she'd indicated, hoping
she hadn't noticed my current, ahem, predicament, even though she'd been
just the right height to see everything; still, she hadn't looked like a
particularly observant person. She wore glasses.
At any rate, the
distraction was proving beneficial by taking my mind off the matter in
hand. This pleased me; so it was with great distress that I turned the
corner and saw a sight that did not help one bit.
There were a few
people standing around, but I didn't notice them; my attention was
focussed on the gorgeous form of a young man, again about my age, who was
currently engaged in the act of pulling some shelves apart. I tried not to
drool at the image of his sweat-sheened skin, quite a bit of which was
visible as he wore a loose green tank top with tight blue jeans.
Did I say great distress? That was an exaggeration. I may have
returned to my previous awkward situation with a vengeance, but somehow I
didn't care.
But I remembered why I was there. I cleared my throat
to ensure my ability to speak would not be too badly impaired. "Mr. Yuy?"
I inquired.
To my delight, the young man who had done so much for
my current body temperature answered me. "Yeah?"
I smiled
brilliantly at him. "I was just wondering, where have all the books that
are usually here gone?" Even though it was going to take a lot more than
'Leadership for Dummies' to calm me down now.
"Anything in
particular?" He walked towards me. I had to check my tongue wasn't hanging
out. I congratulated myself when I realised it wasn't.
"Um..."
"Have you got any numbers? All the ones that are usually here are
the 650s [5], and they've all moved down to floor 4, but I couldn't tell
you anything more specific without looking at the catalogue."
I
had a flash of inspiration. "Well, I know some titles but I don't know the
numbers. I don't suppose you could help me, could you?"
He looked
at me for a moment, then motioned the others to carry on with their work
before leading me in the direction I had come from. I got a great chance
to ogle his well-defined muscles: I've always had a thing for strong
silent types, as this one obviously was. I love to reduce them to
whimpering puddles of need, helpless and vulnerable... it's something I
seem to be quite good at. I smiled darkly at his back. I'd made some
half-hearted attempt to conceal my arousal by folding my hands casually in
front of my groin area, but that was causing friction that I really
shouldn't have been enjoying as much as I was. But in all honesty, I
wasn't that bothered. I almost hoped he'd notice, then at least I'd be
able to see what his reaction would be.
At any rate, I decided to
make some overtures to this fine specimen of masculinity. I caught up and
walked beside him. "So, what can I call you besides 'Mr. Yuy'?"
He
turned to look at me: I felt myself go a little wobbly inside under that
cool deep blue stare.
"My name's Heero."
"I'm Duo. Duo
Maxwell." I tried to make my name sound like it was the two sexiest words
in the world.
Which it was at that moment, in a manner of
speaking.
We reached a computer terminal where we could look at
the catalogue, and I looked at him apologetically. "I'm not familiar with
it... Could you...?"
He complied easily. Ah, make them think
you're totally helpless... they like that, these macho types. Not that
there was anything wrong with being the macho type. I leaned close to him
as he typed in some titles that I randomly reeled off - titles that,
despite being strong contenders in the World's Dullest Tome competition,
could not hope to dampen my lust. Especially as I got as close as I could,
smelling the faint sweat of exertion on his body, mingled with his manly
deodorant. Mmm.
"Not too talkative, are you?" I teased, knowing
how annoying this sort of statement was. "Still," I continued, running a
finger lightly along his exposed collarbone, I bet you can be very vocal
when you want to be." I didn't care how corny or how forward I was being,
if it meant I got to touch this vision I didn't give a damn. And the worst
it could get me was a smack in the mouth, and it wasn't as if that hadn't
happened before. I'd survived then, I could again... and here was the
moment of truth as he turned to look at me. I looked up into his eyes
sunnily, my hand still on his chest.
But, luckily, he didn't give
me an immediate need to book an appointment with my dentist (man those
crowns were expensive!); he just gave me a lingering look to match my own
and said "Yes. I can be as vocal as you like."
Ohhhh... something
in those deep eyes, that self-assured stare, those teasing words... The
fact that he was onto me, and playing along. I wanted nothing more than to
find out just how vocal he could be under my touch. I ran my hand down
that muscular chest, circling one nipple with a finger along the way.
Looking up at him seductively with a suggestive lick of my lips, I was
slightly disappointed to see him still coherent-looking. Was I losing my
touch? Ah, but he was saying something.
"...But this is the
library. You have to remain silent at all times." He leaned a little
towards me with those last few words, a cute little smirk on his face, and
I felt a tingle run up my spine as I felt my eyes widen and my mouth fall
open, allowing my little gasp. Wait a minute, this wasn't meant to happen!
He was meant to be the one losing control, while remained cool and
collected, reducing Mr. World's Strongest Man here to a quivering bundle
of sensations. I had to reassert myself! But it was very difficult when he
was laying a hand on my thigh... and practically impossible as he let his
thumb wander to my very evident arousal and stroke, very lightly.
This was not fair!
But I wasn't to be outdone. I pulled
myself together. We'd been getting closer and closer together, so I didn't
have to move far to put my lips next to his - close enough to kiss, but
not doing; I felt him move to try to bring our lips together, but I moved
as well, keeping the distance between us. I smiled at his eagerness. I
hadn't lost my touch after all. After a few short moments of this teasing,
I whispered, "Well then, why don't I show you just how silent I can be?"
He shivered as he felt my words touch his lips; the sight
gratified me. I smiled again, but then he pulled away, taking his hand
with him. I didn't know whether to be pleased at that or not.
"Why
don't we go find those books?" he asked. I marvelled at the way he kept
his face straight and his tone serious. I, meanwhile, smirked, as he led
me towards the stairs. He was weakening, I could tell: I could soon have
him begging. It wasn't that I was cruel; I always gave in and made sure my
lovers got as much, if not more, pleasure from our encounter as I did: I
just liked to have a little fun first, melting the tough, dominating types
to putty in my hands. The best thing was, they always expected me to be
meek and submissive – the braid fools 'em all – and, I must confess,
reversing that expectation was one of my biggest turn-ons. That and sex in
public places of course, so right now I was very, very happy indeed.
So happy, in fact, that it took me a few minutes to register that
we were going upstairs instead of down. We'd started on the fifth floor,
and I'd expected us to go down to the fourth in accordance with the
'book-hunt' that I'd initiated. But no, here we were on the sixth floor.
“What are we…” I began, but was quickly silenced by his mouth on
mine. He had taken me by surprise, and I could do little else but
surrender to his insistent kiss. Some sort of instinct took over, and I
was unable to think, let alone break away from his soft lips and teasing
tongue. I couldn't help but respond with equal passion. It was one hell of
a kiss: smooth and hot and just wet enough; he tasted of salt, with a
faint hint of dust and old book. I'd never considered this a particularly
erotic combination before, but in that instant it was the sexiest flavour
I had ever experienced.
I heard myself “Mmm”-ing and felt him
smile before he pulled away. He was beckoning me to follow him and I
managed to summon the presence of mind to ask him what I was trying to
before.
“Where are we going?” Like I cared! After that kiss I was
ready to have him on the floor right there, itchy carpet and all.
“Toilets?”
He shook his head. “No, they're working in there,
taking the asbestos out of the ceiling.” [5]
I opened my mouth to
point out that he hadn't answered my question, but he pulled me close to
him and placed a finger against my lips, whispering right in my ear,
“Silence, remember?”
I shivered involuntarily. Damn. He wasn't
meant to be having this effect on me! I tried to regain some composure as
I followed him through some doors and into a small room on the left. It
was perfect, I realised – mainly filled with those desks with little
partitions at the sides, nice and light and airy, and the sort of room
no-one ever goes in. We didn't bother to close the door.
I caught
sight of a sign on the wall as Heero gathered me into his arms again;
between and into our heated kisses I mumbled “Legal practices room eh? I'm
sure that this is a pretty illegal practice…”
Still joined at the
lips, we fumbled our way further into the room. I ran my arms over his
upper arms, feeling my excitement grow even more as I felt the smooth
muscle there. Strange, but I didn't feel the same desire to turn the
tables on him as I usually did; if anything, he was melting me, making me
want to give in and satisfy his every need, surrendering to his power, act
weak and giddy like they expected me to.
But as he pushed me back
against the desk I felt the rebel in me return and I strengthened my
resolve, nibbling at his lips, licking at the corners of his mouth,
sucking gently on his top lip. At the same time I drew his body closer,
one arm round his shoulders and the other round his waist. I felt him
shudder slightly, and he automatically pressed his hips against mine: I
smiled as I heard his sharp intake of breath – determined to stay silent.
I took my arm from round his neck and brought it round to his
chest again, slipping it under his tank top and sensuously stroking his
body. I mirrored this motion with the hand I rested on his back: even as
we continued to kiss I felt his breathing get more ragged, and as I began
to rock my hips closely against his, his mouth left mine as he gasped,
unable to coordinate any further. Aha, I had him! I smiled to myself and
licked at his open mouth. I congratulated myself on reducing him to
panting like he was, but I guess he must have taken advantage of my
confidence, because the next thing I knew, I could feel his hands between
us, undoing my jeans. I let him finish this task – the denim was getting
more than a little constricting – but as he began to slide down my body I
caught him firmly.
“Uh-uh-uh,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I
don't want that. I want …” I licked my lips, “all of you.”
I heard
him stifle a moan as he stood up and stood back from me, looking into my
face and taking the hem of his tank top in his hands. I was mesmerised as
he stripped for me, watching him reveal the smooth curves of his muscular
body… and everything… This time I was sure my tongue was hanging out. I
licked my lips again hungrily as I looked at him; I had never wanted
anyone or anything as much as I wanted him right now!
I pulled him
towards me again almost fiercely, taking his mouth with all the passion I
felt. He gave in immediately, kissing me back fervently. Slyly I felt in
my pockets for that tube of a certain necessary accessory I knew was there
– lucky I went to the chemists' that morning, eh? – and in a few moments I
was softly stroking his thigh with the thumb of my right hand.
“Spread 'em, honey,” I whispered in his ear, and again I heard him
bite back a moan. He complied eagerly with my request, and I slipped my
hand between his thighs, gently teasing the sensitive skin. He was
trembling by this time, and the sight was so erotic I let my left hand
wander to my own arousal, massaging very slowly. Now it was my turn to
draw breath to stop myself from making a sound, as I pressed one finger
inside him as gently as I could. I wasn't the only one having trouble
keeping the silence rule though: I looked up from carefully adding another
finger to see him biting his lip and trying his very best not to let me
hear those incredibly sexy sounds he was making very quietly.
But
I heard alright, and they served their purpose well! I was more aroused
than ever – ever before in my life, I think. He was rubbing his hips
against me, trying to achieve some measure of relief for his no-doubt
aching erection. But I wasn't quite finished playing yet: reluctantly I
stopped attending to my own needs, as it were, and held his hips quite
steady with my left hand. Oh yes, stronger than I look, I am, as they
always find out. And they like it.
He gasped again at the loss of
friction, but to compensate in some way I slid in a third finger, stroking
a little more roughly now, searching for his sweet spot… and finding it,
judging from the way his eyes widened and he bit down on his lip harder
than ever. I couldn't help the little grin that quirked my lips, even as I
was fast losing control myself. But I didn't want him to draw blood from
biting too hard, so after a few more caresses I removed my fingers and sat
myself on the desk.
It took him a few moments to regain his
orientation, and I watched expectantly as his gaze fell on me… the
downwards… then finally onto the tube I had reclaimed and was about to
use. But again it seemed I hadn't won, as he snatched it out of my hand
and squeezed some of the contents onto his hand. His mouth met mine again,
in a kiss full of renewed heat and hunger. I melted again, wanting to
whimper but controlling the urge. Again I found I didn't care about making
him surrender: as he ran his lube-slick hand over my swollen erection, I
just wanted him, needed him… Wanted to feel his strong body pressed up to
mine, around me… I shuddered with desire and pulled him as close as I
could.
He understood, and straddled my lap, putting a knee on
either side of the desk. Grasping my shoulders, he held me still as he
slowly lowered himself onto me: I was going cross-eyed with the effort of
not crying out at the pleasure he was making me feel. Besides the obvious
ecstasy of his tightness and warmth, his grip on my shoulders was making
me feel all… controlled. Strange how I was enjoying it so much I nearly
came.
When I was fully inside him he paused, and I was glad of the
opportunity to regain control – but of myself this time. I didn't care
about winning or losing any power games with him any more, and I realised
why as I revelled in the glorious feeling of being inside him. I knew why
I kept feeling like I didn't mind if he dominated me, possessed me; it was
because he hadn't tried to. He hadn't seen me as a weak partner, hadn't
expected me to easily and willingly submit to his strength; he saw me as
his equal, and I liked that. I felt so natural with him!
When he
started to move I stopped thinking; lost the ability to think. Gods, he
was heavenly; head thrown back, mouth open, he was the most perfect thing
I'd ever seen and he felt like paradise. I wanted to scream! But he saw me
trying to control my errant vocal cords and grinned, removing a hand from
my shoulder and placing it over my mouth. I grinned back, under his hand,
and ran my tongue lightly over his salty palm. Now again the tables were
turned, as he squeezed his eyes shut and gasped. I mimicked his earlier
actions, taking my hand from where it rested on his waist and putting it
over his mouth briefly, before I decided on a better alternative. The
quickest and easiest way to keep us both quiet, it seemed obvious, was to
simply remove our hands – and replace them with our mouths. So I did,
pulling his head to me and kissing him frantically, messily, gasping for
breath between furious meetings of lips and tongues.
It hadn't
been long but I was already so close; he was just so good! But I didn't
want him to have this victory: I wasn't ready to give this one up before
him! So I put a hand between us and stroked firmly, following his rhythm;
no more teasing, just an honest touch to bring him to orgasm. After only a
few strokes I felt him tighten; at the same time I felt my own excitement
blaze and consume me, and we climaxed together, mouths still joined to
absorb our almost-repressed and at any rate incoherent sounds. I never
would have guessed silence could have been so hot! The effort I could feel
us both making to not make a sound intensified my orgasm to the point
where I could barely breathe. I came for about five minutes! By the time I
had returned to something resembling reality, Heero was panting and
shaking in my arms, and I was registering, besides a warm wetness on my
hand, a similar feeling on… my shirt? My neck?!
“Must've been
good,” I murmured, whilst inwardly musing on the wisdom of wearing black
then deciding to have sex without taking one's clothes off first.
“It was,” he whispered, his heart-rate slowing a little now.
“Sorry about the shirt.”
“Don't worry about it,” I said, putting a
hand to my neck and licking it. “I'll wear it with pride, like I'm saying
to the world 'I got off with the sexiest man in the library'!” Neat
ambiguity there: he was the sexiest man in the library; but I also got off
with him in the library. Clever me.
He laughed quietly, still
holding onto me. I enjoyed the feeling, still recovering from the
intensity of the whole experience.
“I have to say,” I reflected,
“that that was probably the best public sex I have ever had.”
He
laughed again. “What, even better than those times in the cinema? On the
bus? At Relena's dinner party?”
I thought for a moment. “Well,
they were all great times, but I think that one beat them all.” After I
said it, I suddenly realised what he'd said. I pulled back from his
embrace and pointed a finger at him. “Ahhhh! You said it first! And you
were doing so well too…” I kissed his nose.
He looked at me
blankly. Must have still been disoriented. Bless.
“We agreed,
remember? First to admit to knowing the other…”
“…has to do what
the other wants next time.” He smirked. The sight was strangely exciting.
“So what did you have in mind?”
“I was going to show you when we
got home.”
“Well, we could go now if you like. Nearly time to
leave anyway.”
I grinned as he continued to smirk. “I don't know
why you're smiling, baby.” I ran a finger along his cheekbone. “You've
been so good at keeping quiet, but you know what I'm gonna do when we get
home?”
“What?”
“I'm gonna really make you scream.
[1] From "Video X-press" by Larry
Duprechan, source: Flesh and the Word 2, edited by John Preston. Thanks
and chocolate cake in spades for you, Lorena!
[2] Polari for "walk".
If you wanna know what Polari is, ask me!
[3] Both genuine titles in
Hudds Uni Library!
[4] Where I got hit by a falling book end!
[5]
Dewey! Great fun... *mumbles*
[6] They were. Scary, huh?
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