Cravings

The dip in the bed didn't always wake him, but when it did, it generally served to annoy him. As a soft gush of cool air hit the back of his thighs, Duo reluctantly opened his eyes and scowled at the alarm clock. One forty-three AM glared back - barely four hours until the damn thing would scream at him. Great. "Heero...?" he muttered.

"Hm?" came from the body sliding in beside him, a bare, cold leg brushing against his own. Only trained habit kept him from jerking back.

"Know how late it is?"

Heero's lack of immediate response told him a lot - especially the part of how he hated having this topic brought up, over and over again. "...Duo... Please, I'm tired."

He grunted, rolled over and reached an arm around Heero's waist and well up under the worn tank top. He touched his lips to the bare shoulder. "And why do you think that is, huh? You need to stop."

Heero nearly groaned, and not from the touches, nor how Duo moved his hips against his backside. "Duo..." he complained.

"You're addicted," Duo stated. "You stay up half the night just to surf the net, and you're barely able to get up in the morning. If it weren't for my strongest coffee, Une would have your hide for your crappy job performance."

"...I can go without coffee," Heero grumbled.

"Like hell you can, love." Duo hugged him closer in the one-armed embrace, flickered his fingertips at one of Heero's nipples. "You need less time online, and more in the real world." He paused to kiss Heero's neck. "With me."

The guttural sound was complacent, but not convinced. "...but I'd miss stuff."

Duo sighed, and barely resisted the urge to push his lover away. "I think you like your online buddies more than me."

That, at least, tensed him up. "That's not true!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder.

"Prove it," Duo told him before claiming his lips for a brief kiss.

He lingered, then turned back around, grinding his head against his pillow. "...I can quit any time I want to."

Duo grinned to himself and spooned Heero close. "Then..." he whispered at Heero's ear, "Tomorrow, no morning surf with coffee for you - just the coffee."

Heero stiffened at just the thought, and not in the good way - although Duo's ministrations were having their effects.

"And you're joining me for lunch tomorrow, too," Duo added. "No remaining at your desk to 'check one more email.' Got that?"

He felt mildly compelled to put up a fight, but the soft nibbling at his ear and the grind against his ass made resistance difficult, if not futile.

Duo would have his way with him, as usual.

But he didn't really mind.