Know-how

Trowa closed the door and loosened his necktie. He shot his boyfriend a wry smile as he put their blazers away in the entryway closet. "Can't take you anywhere, can I?"

The man in question was bent over, removing the fancy black shoes that had been busy killing his feet all evening. The relief was audible, his lower back and higher bottom visible as his T-shirt rode up and his pants hugged his hips low. "Whaddayamean?" Duo snapped back.

Caught up with the inspirational strip of skin, Trowa got a hold of himself. "Well, first there's your outfit..."

Duo shrugged. "The invitation didn't specify - and I picked a neutral black shirt, not-"

"Yeah, I'm sure the red one with 'Porn Star' across the chest would have been a blast with Relena's other guests."

He grinned as he put the shoes aside. "You said it - but there was nothing wrong with-"

"A T-shirt and torn jeans? I give you credit for the shoes and jacket, but-"

His face turned grumpy, and for a moment, Trowa wondered if he'd go as far as pout. "She didn't specify!" Duo repeated in his defense. "Besides, there were others who were... casually dressed. Not everyone chose crisp, white and uptight, like you did."

Trowa discarded the tie, all too glad to be rid of it. "But it was Relena's event. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were trying to embarrass her."

Duo didn't bother hiding the mischief in his smile at that. "What can possibly have made you think I'd-"

Trowa gave a quick huff and removed his shoes. "You gave her pointers on how to please Heero in bed."

He stretched, popped bones and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, well... He's a difficult man to please. Figured I'd just pass along what I'd picked up during all the times we've-"

Trowa's long, slender finger across Duo's lips shut him up. "You really think she wanted to know Heero would probably love to come on her face?"

Duo stepped back. "Hey, the man's got a fetish. Not like he's magically going to get rid of it. She'd have found out sooner or later - I thought sooner was better."

Trowa chuckled, shook his head. "Time and place, Duo. Geez... And Heero looked ready to kill you."

"Not like anyone else heard."

"You don't know that. Some of those people are seasoned eavesdroppers."

Duo merely shrugged. "Thanks for pulling me out, though. I really do think Heero would have punched me in the face back there, if you hadn't stepped in."

He tried not to smile too much. "You would have deserved it, but I don't find black eyes attractive on you." He failed, starting to grin. "Maybe I should have suggested to Heero he ought to spank you."

Duo shot him a playful look. "What, you have ideas? A new kink of yours? Wanna bend me over your knees and slap my ass?"

Trowa looked at him for a moment, as if considering the idea. He knew Duo would be up for it, but it wasn't his thing - not tonight. He shook his head. "No, I've got other plans for your ass. I'm going to do what I've been wanting to ever since you accidentally dropped your napkin over by the buffet table, retrieved it and flashed me with your asscrack - I'm taking you to bed, and then I'll strip you naked and fuck you into the mattress."

Fingering the end of his braid, Duo smirked. "If that's punishment, I'm gonna be a real hellion from now on."

Trowa didn't bother to reply, not with words. He stepped up, dug a set of fingers into Duo's long, vowen hair and kissed him soundly, forcing them to take a step closer to their bedroom, the first of several. At the door, he paused for air. "You already are, you damn incubus," he belatedly answered. "I should have known there was a reason you picked those pants..."

"I know they're frayed at the edges, a little on the tight side and cut low, but-"

It was an understatement. Other than the oddly attractive plumber's crack, the holes right at Duo's crotch - normally out of sight - had left Trowa looking at Duo's black boxers through the gaps when his lover had chosen to sit down and spread his legs wide to show suggestive shadows under the dark silk within, not in the least botherered by the faint tenting of faded denim.

It was right around that time Trowa had grabbed him, made an excuse to the hostess and dragged Duo home - not that he met resistance.

He pushed his lover onto their bed, then went for Duo's pants buttons, fumbling the last as Duo pulled his plain black T-shirt over his head, making his dog-tags rattle back against his smooth chest. The tags were a souvenir; a good-luck charm of olden days, Duo said. He hardly ever parted from them. Trowa had once considered adding another metal plate to the chain, one with 'Property of Trowa Barton' engraved on it, or maybe something like 'If found, please return to...'

Of course, he'd never dared mention it to Duo. Besides, it wasn't as if he intended to misplace Duo somewhere, much less let anyone else see him naked without him being close. He'd been quite adamant from the start that they'd go exclusive. Duo had complied willingly.

"Think they've had sex yet?" Duo asked as he raised his hips, allowing Trowa to pull his pants and boxers down. Duo's half-erect dick slapped back against his belly.

"Who?" Trowa asked without thinking.

"Heero and Relena."

Trowa removed Duo's socks and tossed them aside with the rest of Duo's clothes, pausing to admire his lover in all his bareass glory. All that was left was the elastic in his hair, and Trowa intended to leave that one alone. Duo's hair had a life on its own, and as exciting and unpredictable as that could be - especially during sex - he had no desire for a threesome tonight. "What do you think?"

Duo gave a noncommittal shrug, adjusted his legs. "I dunno..."

Trowa undid his cuffs and set to work on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt with one hand, using the other for support as he lowered himself down, taking Duo's cock into his mouth, bobbing gently.

Duo drew a sharp breath as Trowa's teeth grazed him, Trowa's lips and tongue working him fully hard in a heartbeat. "Yeah..." he muttered. "I guess not," he added.

Trowa paused to wrestle his shirt off, looked up Duo's chest, lips still closed around the purple head, his tongue licking at the slit.

He moaned with appreciation, scooted up on one elbow, sifting through Trowa's bangs with his other hand, grinning. "Guess we won't be uncles for a while yet, huh?"

He thought he saw Trowa shrug, but as long as Trowa kept his mouth where he did, Duo didn't mind carrying both sides of the conversation. Besides, it was fun watching Trowa struggle with his pants while not breaking oral contact with his crotch. Feeling impish and horny, Duo thrust his hips up, which earned him a glare, easily deflected. Trowa smacked his thigh, which had better effect.

Duo lay back down, spread his legs just a bit more and closed his eyes to simply enjoy. "Gotta respect her, though. If there's anyone who might be able to tame Heero, she'd be it." He hissed as Trowa's tongue swirled. "Yeah...," he breathed. "I never could... but I liked that crude, forceful way of his. Loved the rough sex."

Trowa paused the blowjob to get rid of his pants, socks and briefs, discarding it all on the floor before leaning down to mouth Duo's balls. The way Duo's hand returned to mess up his hair and the pitch of Duo's sigh suggested he was doing something right.

"Were never more than fuckbuddies, but damn, the sex was good..."

Trowa scraped his teeth across the sack, spread Duo's legs to lap at the small expanse of skin right behind his balls.

Duo shivered in pleasure, half hoping for a rim job. "God... Tro', keep doing that, and I'll let you shave my dick and balls. Know you've wanted to."

He paused for a moment, then continued flickering his tongue. It was an enticing offer. While Duo's chest, back and asscrack was comfortably free of body hair, his legs were positively fuzzy, and his crotch was like an overgrown jungle, rivalling the back of his head for fertile ground.

"You know, when we got together, I wondered if Heero and Quatre would hook up - but it would never have worked out, would it?"

"What do you mean?" Trowa asked, letting go of Duo's legs and taking his dick between his lips again, licking the length of it before sucking it in.

Duo let go a drawn-out growl, barely able to keep his hips still. "Too rough," he said, pushing on before Trowa could think he'd commented on the performance. "Quat's no sissy, but I don't think he'd have taken 'ro's 'fuck your ass hard' style. They'd have been at each other's throats within a week, I'm sure."

Trowa bobbed deep, relaxing his throat, taking a good whiff of the strong scent as Duo's stiff pubes tickled his nose.

As if his warm, wet mouth and throat hadn't been enough, the way Trowa's bangs brushed over his abdomen pushed Duo close to the edge, and instinctively he thrust up. "Damn, I love you..." he said, glancing down, beyond happy Trowa kept up with the blowjob. They'd have to stop soon, or he'd shoot.

His lover knew, but he also enjoyed testing Duo's limits.

Duo sighed contently as Trowa slowed down to suck at just the head of his dick. "Quatre lost big when you guys broke up..." He paused, looked at Trowa. "Why did you, anyway? Was it just the money? I know that's what you said - that you didn't like being waited on."

Trowa playfully slapped the side of Duo's ass, hoping he'd take the hint.

He didn't. "Guess you didn't want a sugar daddy, huh?" Teeth raked his base, gently biting down, pulling up. Duo hissed, not taking it for a warning, even though it shut him up for a whole minute. "Would have been nice, though," he then continued. "Not having to work, never having to worry about bills or anything." He grinned, ruffled Trowa's bangs and shot him a look, earned one in return. "Hey, what do you say we suggest to him you'd come back as his stud and plaything if I came along to join the Winner harem? Then we could just lie in bed and have sex all day and night, and when 'master' came back, we could fuck with him, too. Quatre's hardly unattractive - I'd love to nail his ass once."

The way Trowa's bobs slowed down should have clued him in, but didn't. Trowa didn't like it when his boyfriend talked of their past partners as lovers, it made him uncomfortable. Duo's cock slipped out of his mouth, and he straddled his way up Duo's chest.

Duo's smile finally wavered. "Uh, you're not pissed, are you? I mean, I know you've fantasized about having Quatre and me together, I-"

Two fingers slipped into his mouth, pushed at his teeth to force his jaw down, the gap filled as Trowa jammed his dick into Duo's mouth, thrusting slowly. More effectively than anything, it shut Duo up, which pleased Trowa almost as much as the way Duo's tongue went eagerly to work on its new, big task. Grabbing the headboard with one hand, digging his free fingers into Duo's hair, he lazily fucked Duo's willing mouth, felt Duo's hands grab and squeeze at his ass to coax him on.

"Quatre couldn't have given up his position or his fortune even if I'd asked," he spoke between pants. "He wants to use both to help people, help rebuild after the war." he shoved in deep, his balls slapping Duo's jaw. He loved the feel of Duo's throat, but knew better than to linger, pulling back for shallow thrusts. "It's his atonement. I didn't want to ruin that, but I couldn't cope with it. Wasn't the lifestyle I wanted."

He looked down, saw Duo give him a playful look, felt his tongue rub against down below. He gritted his teeth, fisted his hands.

Trowa was hardening fast, and he knew Duo couldn't swallow him fully then unless they were in more of a sixtynine position. He grabbed at Duo's head and shoved in hard one last time with a deep groan, one resonated down Duo's throat, trembling his cockhead. "Only," Trowa panted, "want to," he pulled back, "fuck you," he cupped Duo's cheek, "right now."

"Please..." Duo grinned back at Trowa as he crawled down to rest on top of Duo, chest against chest, crotch rubbing against crotch, lips, tongues and teeth clashing; them mixing their tastes together.

Not abandoning their fierce series of kisses, Trowa grabbed blindly for the nightstand drawer, lucking out on the third try, pulling it back enough to stick his hand inside to keep up the search. As Duo thrust up against him, grinding their cocks together hard, his fingers closed around the small, vital tube. A couple seconds later, his fingertips found the single-wraps, and he secured a couple before ending the raid.

From the corner of his eye, Duo saw the booty, and feeling helpful he took one of the condom wrappers and tore it open. He caught hold of Trowa's wrist and unrolled the rubber onto a long, slender digit. Hastily, he stole the tube of lube and applied some.

Trowa rolled over to Duo's side, his finger soon jammed in between Duo's spread legs, his teeth nipping at Duo's nipple while the condom-clad digit probed Duo, easing him up.

Duo gritted his teeth. "Want you to fuck me so bad, Tro'," he muttered between short breaths, fist momentarily closing around the tube. He shot it a glance, thinking enough was enough. Even as Trowa's deliciously dexterous finger brushed sensitive spots, he managed to squirt out a palmful of the slippery stuff, not entirely able to ignore the good shiver. He reached for Trowa's hard-on, clasped the warm palm and cool gel around sensitive flesh.

He gasped, his probing finger trembled and his tongue left Duo's nub of a nipple. Even as he fucked Duo's lubed hand, he shot Duo a surprised glance, about to mention he hadn't put on a condom yet.

Duo simply closed his grip tighter, pulling Trowa's dick towards his entrance, urging the owner to follow. His dry hand grabbed Trowa's wrist, pulling the digit within him out. "Enough - I want to feel you tonight. Need to..."

Trowa decided not to object. He liked Duo when he was still tight, his body resisting - and he knew Duo wasn't fragile. He'd torn him once, lost in the heat of passion. Duo had never complained about it, even though Trowa had felt guilty for weeks afterwards. Duo had slowly changed his mind, and eventually desensitized Trowa to rough sex.

He rested Duo's legs against his shoulders, positioned himself and shoved his cock into the tight, warm clasp of Duo's body. Halfway in, the advance halted. Trowa pulled back an inch before thrusting forward, hard, pushing all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping against Duo's ass.

Duo arched off the bed, crying out loudly. He panted heavily, and there was a flicker of pain on his face as he willed it away. "God, I love your huge dick, Tro'..." He struggled to breathe, adjust to the intrusion, the way Trowa filled him.

Impatiently, Trowa waited for Duo's nod.

"Okay, go!" came the command.

Trowa obeyed immediately, not bothering with slow and gentle. It wasn't what Duo craved; it wasn't what Trowa wanted, either. He fucked Duo without remorse, ramming his cock deep into Duo's ass over and over again, taking delight each time Duo gave a throaty sound, each time his expressive face shifted, especially as the flashes of pain disintegrated in perfectly visible pleasure.

He coaxed Duo's legs backwards, upwards, stepped up from his knees to stand in bed, still giving Duo rough thrusts. Duo helped, steadily arching his back until he was resting only against his neck and shoulders, looking up his torso at his towering lover, Trowa's dick hammering against the good spots inside. Trowa was fucking Duo down into the mattress, just like he'd promised.

Duo smiled, reached for his dick and started jerking himself off. Given Trowa's unrepentant marksmanship, he was close, awfully close. He sensed the heat surge in his groin, felt his balls tighten, closed his eyes and opened his mouth just before. Warm splatters of come hit his face, his tongue, his hair, dribbles landed on his chest and there were no doubt stains at the sheets, too. Still, with his mouth nearly directly under his cock, Duo caught most with his mouth, pumping himself empty before closing his jaw, licking his lips like a cat after milk.

As if the sight of Duo coming all over himself was not enough of a turn-on, the way Duo's already tight passage contracted around his cock certainly was; Trowa let go a deep growl and shot his load deep inside with a last series of short, savage thrusts, slapping his balls against Duo's ass with each until he was spent.

Duo looked up at the shimmering, sweat-soaked body of his lover, admired the sated, silly grin plastered across his face, studied how his belly and chest moved with each stressed breath. Trowa was enjoying the winding down as much as he was, and it wasn't until Duo shifted that Trowa thought to pull out and gently let Duo's back and legs down. Duo craned and stretched once his sore ass touched the sheets, fast distracted by Trowa rolling halfway in over him, kissing him fiercely.

Trowa probed deep with his tongue, sparred with Duo, tasted the tang left on his lips; a full Duo flavour in every way.

Normally, Duo wouldn't have minded the extra weight in the least, but with Trowa draped on top of him, his tenderized rear was being crushed towards the hard mattress. He groaned into their liplock, tapped Trowa's shoulder to tell enough was enough.

Reluctantly, Trowa relented and helped Duo roll over on his side, then swiftly moved in to spoon him close; kiss his cheek, content with the world.

Minutes passed, their bodies cooling down, the air of the room ever more tangible. "...we need a shower," he whispered at Duo's ear, fingertips caressing Duo's side.

There was a soft moan. "...wanna nap," he complained.

Trowa smiled, huffed. "You'll only fall asleep if you nap now - and you'll regret it in the morning, when it's all crusted over."

"Yeah..." Duo sighed, reached back to touch his neck. "God, that'll hurt tomorrow... You really did fuck me into the mattress, Tro'."

For an answer, Trowa gently moved Duo's tangled braid aside and leaned in to touch his lips to the nape of Duo's neck, landing soft touches along the spine.

"What are you-" Teeth nipped at a spot just above his shoulder, effectively shutting him up. "...ah, kiss and make it better, huh? Good choice," Duo stated, tilting his head to expose more skin, sighing contently as Trowa did his magic.

He kept going until he felt Duo relax fully, well aware his lover would fall asleep if he kept this up much longer. He bristled the hairs at Duo's thigh with his knuckles, finally daring a low mutter. "...Duo?"

"Hm?" came the drowsy answer.

"What you said earlier... Do you want another lover?"

At that, Duo stiffened momentarily, shifted his body slightly and craned his neck to eye Trowa. "Makes you think that?" As if needing to reinforce that, he hooked his palm around the back of Trowa's head, urging him in for a quick peck of a kiss.

Trowa met it, but not with his usual passion. "...do you miss Heero?" he pressed on.

Duo started to frown. "He's with Relena now," he curtly replied, turning around to avoid facing his lover for the moment.

His fingertips made circles at Duo's hip. "So... you weren't acting jealous, or anything?"

He thought it over, let go a sigh as he put his palm over Trowa's hand, pressing it against his skin. "Maybe I wanted to get back at him a little," he offered. "I mean, I knew we were nothing more than fuckbuddies, but I grew to like the guy. I managed to get sex out of him, but I just couldn't reach deep enough to really tap his emotions." He paused, pressed his lips shut. "Didn't have the patience to make him open up to me, I guess."

"...and Relena might," Trowa said to fill the void that followed.

Slowly, Duo nodded. "And she's welcome to it." Again, he paused, then tilted his head to face Trowa. "No, I'm over Heero now - and there has only ever been two people who've really knocked the wind out of me." With a grin, he added "I faked it when the Ozzies and Master O punched me in the guts."

Trowa's nose wrinkled, but for amuse.

"You're the one for me, Tro'. The only one."

He couldn't help but smile, the cool air in the room forgotten as he leaned in to kiss Duo, a languid, lasting kiss, his fingertips absentmindedly exploring Duo's skin, much like Duo's palm closed over one of his ass-cheeks.

Reluctantly, Trowa finally broke their kiss. "Okay, enough of that," he said before slapping Duo's thigh playfully. "Shower and a shave, now."

Duo was about to give a weary objection, but replayed Trowa's words in his mind. "...shave?"

"Yes," Trowa said, smiling.

He started to frown. "It's late - what, are you planning to cruise a nightclub, or something?"

Trowa shook his head. "The shave's not for me - it's for you."

"Me?" Duo asked incredulously.

He simply tapped a digit twice in the direction of Duo's crotch, smile a smirk now. "Yes."

Duo glanced down, then eyed Trowa dubiously until he remembered. "Fuck..."

Trowa started to snicker. "I did keep at it."

"Yeah, but you didn't go all the way," Duo objected.

"You promised," Trowa reminded him, giving Duo the best 'sad puppy' look he could muster while grinning like a loon.

Duo finally let go a sigh. "I did, didn't I...?" He glared at his lover. "You'd better be damned careful."

"I plan to be," he said with mirth.

Duo was far less enthusiastic. Maybe this was the real punishment for acting like a brat tonight. Still, he recalled a past blowjob that had ended with a hairy kiss as a piece or two of short, curly and brown got stuck in Trowa's teeth. It wasn't really a good memory, albeit a funny one. "I bet it's gonna itch for weeks afterwards..." he muttered, before adding another stray thought. "And if you as much as think about slapping some aftershave on, I'll rip yuor nuts off and add them to my dogtags, got it?"

Trowa put two fingers together and gave Duo a quick mock salute.

Duo still wasn't convinced. "...are you sure you've got a steady hand? I've seen you with toilet paper on your chin in the morning. It's not like I'm planning on kids, but I'd like to keep my full set of marbles, know what I mean?"

Trowa merely shrugged. "Cathy taught me how to toss knives..."

It was meant to be reassuring, and to some extent it was, but... "You mean, the woman who nearly cut your ear off?"

Trowa slipped his palm down to press against Duo's abdomen, holding him close. "Well, if I mess up, or if it's itching down there, I know what to do."

"Oh yeah?" Duo asked with scepticism. "Like what?"

As an answer, Trowa started nuzzling Duo's neck again, landing butterfly kisses along the nape.

Duo grinned to himself, giving in. Yeah, Trowa knew what to do, for sure...

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