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Keeping Score	By : Raletha Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Keeping Score
by Raletha

NC-17 :: smut, fluff, PWP, 69'ing :: 3x4x3
The water gently slapping the sides of the boat, the summer afternoon sun, my belly (and head) full of fresh fruit and champagne... I was so glad to be back on Earth.
I rolled to my side to address my companion. I wasn't even sure if he were still awake. Trowa lay next to me, his feet by my head, his head by my feet, on the wide cushioned lounger on the deck of our rented yacht. We'd taken lessons last summer to learn to sail ourselves, and thus we were alone with no need of crew.
The wind had dwindled in the early afternoon, and we had let down the sails and allowed the boat drift while we dozed and ate and drank and read our books.
"Hey," I said, and poked his anklebone. "Are you awake?" I couldn't see whether his eyes were open, since he'd pulled a floppy denim hat over his face. Aside from that, and a very small black g-string (my not-at-all vain lover apparently didn't want a tan line), he was naked. I'd been enjoying the view all day but hadn't been in any rush to quash my anticipation.
I'd found being with Trowa that the anticipation was the best part of the foreplay. And it had become a challenge between us on this holiday--to tempt without giving in, to see who would break first and initiate contact.
"Hmuh?" he mumbled and cleared his throat, "Yeah... I am now." He lifted his head to look down his body at me and raised a hand to push the hat back. His revealed eyes blinked in the sudden light, still a little sleep bleary.
I lay on my tummy and reached down to the deck where the bottle of sunscreen lay on its side.
I held up the bottle and shook it between my middle and index fingers. "Time for more of this," I said, "or we'll get burned."
The expression with which Trowa answered me was his version of a leer, though to anyone who didn't know him, it looked entirely innocent. "My turn first this time?"
"Yep," I said, and gave him my best lascivious eyebrow waggle. The effect was hampered, I was sure, by my sunglasses, but Trowa chuckled and rolled over for me--slowly.
"Mmm, you know, there's a lot of skin to cover," I said letting my gaze enjoy the flexing of his muscles as he moved. His backside was especially inviting; the thin line of black dividing his small, muscled cheeks caught my gaze and held it just there, where I had known such pleasure.
"Best get started," he said and laid his head down upon folded arms. I squirted a dollop of the warm white cream into my palm. It smelled strongly of coconut--it smelled like the sun and sand and ocean.
"This is going to take a while," I said, rubbing my palms together. "I hope you're not in any hurry."
I started with his feet, first rubbing the slippery lotion into the calloused heels and balls of each foot, and then working it into and between his toes, and massaging it into the smooth skinned arches. Trowa replied with the occasional rumbling hum of contentment. It was the closest a human could come to purring.
He never used to let me touch his feet--they were so maltreated from constant use and being stuffed into ill-fitting boots. I knew it was a demonstration of trust for him to let me do this--and for him to both experience and acknowledge the pleasure of it.
I fetched more lotion and worked my way up one leg, coaxing him to part his legs a little. The thin fabric of the g-string barely contained his attributes. I was hard pressed not to fondle the swell of his testicles, but I did tug his thighs further apart to better enjoy my view.
Scooting closer to him, until my bent knee was pressed against his ribs, I massaged his thighs, pressing into the muscles firmly and letting my fingertips just brush the cloth between his legs. Trowa squirmed a little, and the heat radiating from his body intensified.
I was so close to surrendering, but then so was he. I lowered my head, crawled back to align our bodies better, and exhaled across his bare buttocks. My hands soon followed. I massaged every millimetre of skin I could reach, dipping into his cleft and running my fingers close along either side of his anus, but not quite venturing under the skinny barrier to touch him there. Touching would be a sign of my surrender.
There was a murmur from my prone partner--my name? That was another rule--to speak the other's name in pleading need was surrender too.
"Pardon?" I said, "Are you speaking to me?"
He stretched and shifted, rolling over beside me to face me. Or rather, his erection, covered by his silly little g-string faced me. He put a hand on my hip and pushed me up from my three-quarter face down sprawl to my side. A fingertip he slid beneath the band of my Speedos, teasing, questioning--tempting.
I was hard too and had been since he'd pushed that floppy hat back from his face. His knuckle skimmed from my hip across my belly. I felt his fingertip stir my pubic hair, but he ventured no further.
In reply, I hooked a finger beneath the string across his hip and watched the bulge of his cock swell for me. I smiled. "Something you want?"
"I think," he said, twisting his finger into the strands of hair at my crotch and gently tugging them. "We should try a different game."
"Did you have something in mind?" I raised an eyebrow and peered at him over the top of my glasses.
Trowa's tongue slid out to touch his top lip, and he hooked his finger over the center top of my Speedos, pulled the waistband out and down a little. The release of that pressure on my erection was greeted by a new wash of blood to my groin. "Mmhm, but you have to call this one a draw for now."
"What, you give in first and I let you get away with cheating?"
"I never cheat."
"You're just a sore loser."
"Neither of us will be sore losers this time. First one to come loses."
"First one, huh?"
"Yep. You up for it?"
I groaned obligingly at the obvious--and bad--pun, before replying, "I'm not sure that's entirely fair. You need a handicap, Mr. Self-Control."
"And what would that be?"
"You," I said and snapped the string at his hip for emphasis, "are not allowed to use your hands."
"All right," Trowa agreed. Too easily, but it was good enough for me, and I was more than ready to get started with our new game.
"Okay," I said, and shifted so I could use both hands to peel the small bit of covering from his crotch. He wriggled his hips and then sat up to help pull the tiny thing off his legs and disentangle his feet before helping me out of my Speedo.
Naked, we lay down again together, on our sides facing each other like a tawdry yin-yang.
I was aching by this stage, and could see Trowa's flush through his tan. His cock, thick and dark with blood and already shining wetly at the tip tempted me. I managed to find my voice though to ask, "Go?"
"Go," he agreed, and we started.
His agile tongue curled around the head of my cock just as I licked him from crown to balls. Trowa's head pressed against my thighs. His hair was so hot from the sun, his mouth almost felt cool in comparison as he sucked my glans fully between his lips, careful not to scrape his teeth against me.
I nuzzled and lapped at his balls. One hand I edged between his thighs to lift one leg up, coaxing him to bend his knee and place his foot flat on the lounger. I was determined to use what advantage I had immediately.
I tongued his balls until they were drenched with saliva and dragged a fingertip along his cleft. I used the dampness of his perspiration to lubricate my finger and pressed gently at the centre of his anus without penetrating. I flicked and jiggled my fingertip against his tight hole. His thighs trembled, and I sucked noisily at the base of his shaft.
With a grunt around my cock, I heard Trowa inhale deeply through his nose and shift the angle of his upper body. He leaned into me and then onto me as he rolled us over, me to my back while he straddled my face and sucked me deeper again.
God, the heat, the suction, the throbbing massage of his tongue as he pressed forward...forward... and further forward until I felt the head of my cock nudging past his soft palate. Oh, God.
"Oh... fuck..." I gasped. My head fell back, and I nearly lost both it and the game.
He chuckled at me, and the rumbling vibrations had me gripping the cheeks of his ass firmly and trying to reorient my concentration away from my own dick to make him the loser.
The heat from Trowa's body had eclipsed that of the sun as I lifted my head and fumbled with his cock to take it (rather clumsily) into my mouth. At this angle, given our slightly different heights I couldn't quite suck him as deeply as he was taking me, so I concentrated on his head with my tongue, rubbing my top lip against that sensitive spot that drives him mad.
When I felt him shudder, and his rhythm faltered, I seized my opportunity and returned some attention to his sweat-damp anus. Without any other preparation than my earlier teasing, I shoved in with my middle finger and sharply twisted my wrist.
His sweat had mingled with the leftovers of the sunscreen and provided lubricant enough. I felt his body reflexively clamping down on my finger, trying to push my intrusion back out so I pressed further, until the knuckles of my hand were flush against his crack.
Above me, Trowa's muscles--his entire body--was starting to quiver, and I could tell victory was nearly in my grasp. I forced myself to relax against the irrevocable tension building in my belly and focused wholly on my lover. Slipping my tongue around his cock, the tugging of my lips, and the slow finger-fucking I was administering to him.
The thumb of my other hand I used to stroke his perineum, pressing against his prostate from the outside while rubbing it from the inside...rubbing, sucking, thrusting, and then... and then...he was swallowing around me and shaking his head a little and humming and I was driving him just as hard as he was driving me and then...and then...
I won.
His cock throbbed between my lips and my mouth filled with salty-bitter semen. I nearly choked on it as I finally let my own body have its way and came deep in his throat.
All I could hear was lapping water and heavy breathing and my heartbeat as we disentangled and unstuck our sweaty sated bodies.
I fell onto my back and hauled off my smudged sunglasses, letting them drop to the deck. I covered my eyes with one arm and groped for Trowa with the other.
"So what's the score now?" he asked when my hand found his leg.
"Don't worry," I said with a chuckle. "You're still ahead."
"Good" said Trowa and reached under the lounger for his bottle of water.
The sun, after the heat of sex, felt even hotter. "I'm going for a swim," I said and, giving Trowa's leg a pat, struggled to my feet, and cast about for my Speedo. "Join me?"
"Sure," he said, "But, you won't be needing these." He spun my sought after garment about his finger.
"No?" I asked with a grin.
"Definitely not," he said.
"Point to me then," I said, and we both laughed.

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