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High Rolling	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1520 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“High Rolling”
Chapter 16

The sexual tension was thick in the air as Duo and Heero rode the elevator to the floor of Duo's suite. Swiping the key card through the electronic lock, the door hadn't had a chance to close before the pair were on each other. Arms wrapped around bodies, lips sought out counterparts, fingers traced, touched and fumbled as each man did his best to devour the other.
“I want you, want you so bad,” Duo murmured against Heero's lips when they paused for an oxygen break.
“I need you too, so much it hurts,” Heero replied huskily. The teasing earlier when they'd reacquainted, the performance and the following moves on the dance floor had all left Heero achingly hard and in desperate need of relief.
“What about the hot tub?” Duo teased as he rubbed his own, hardened groin against that of his boyfriend.
“Fuck the hot tub,” Heero growled and shoved Duo hard against the back of the door to plunder his mouth once more.
“I thought that was the idea, to fuck in the hot tub,” Duo panted when his mouth was released.
“Later, I need you now,” Heero groaned and to prove his point, he tightened his arms around Duo and picked the other man up.
Duo squeaked and quickly wrapped his legs around Heero's waist as he was bodily lifted and carried across the room and into the bedroom. He bounced when he was tossed to the mattress, scooting back a little when Heero climbed onto the mattress and crawled up it towards his prey. He swallowed hard at the predatory look in Heero's eyes.
“When I said I need you now, I meant now,” Heero growled and attacked Duo's lips again.
Duo was reduced to a pile of boneless goo, the kiss was intense, savage almost and he felt himself harden even more if that were possible at the show of dominance from his lover.
“Clothes, off,” Heero demanded, not that there was a lot left to do in that department as they'd already been doing their best to strip each other naked as soon as they'd entered the suite.
Minutes later they were both naked upon the bed and Heero was busily kissing, nipping and licking his way all over Duo's body, familiarizing himself with the landscape once more.
Not that Duo minded, nope, not in the least.
This time Duo had come prepared and with Heero still worshiping every inch of his skin, he managed to reach out and grab the tube of lube from under the pillow where he'd placed it earlier. Pressing the tube into Heero's hand, he whispered, “Prep me.”
A soft groan came from Heero as he took the lube, flipped the cap and began to prep his lover. Neither man wanted to take too long, both desperate to be joined together, but Heero made sure he thoroughly stretched Duo's anus, he didn't want to cause any unnecessary pain.
Tube tossed to the side, Heero wriggled his way between Duo's hips, lined the head of his erection up with Duo's glistening hole and began to steadily push forward.
The burn of entry made itself known, Duo squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip in an effort to remain relaxed. It would get better very soon, that he knew for certain.
It took monumental control for Heero to keep his entry slow and steady, his body urging him to push in deep and fast, his head and heart saying to take it slow so he didn't hurt Duo. Eventually he was fully seated, the heat and tightness of Duo's channel throbbing around him in time with the other man's heartbeat. “Okay?” Heero questioned.
“Fine, just need a minute to adjust,” Duo replied honestly. Gradually the burn began to ease and Duo felt more comfortable and ready for some action. “Okay, I'm ready but just start slow.”
Keeping his lover's request in mind, Heero began a slow withdrawal, pulling out a couple of inches and then sliding back in again. He continued in this way for a couple of minutes, gradually increasing the length of withdrawal until he was pulling almost all the way out. The lube had done its job and allowed him to slide in and out effortlessly as Duo's muscles relaxed and stretched further to accommodate him.
The burn had completely faded, replaced with the warm sensations of nerves being teased and tormented. The pleasure began to build steadily and suddenly exploded into a mass of fireworks when Heero's next thrust hit Duo's prostate. “Oh, god, yes,” Duo moaned and began to thrust back against his lover.
Head buried in the crook of Duo's shoulder, Heero did his best to keep the depth and pace of his thrusts steady, but it was a losing battle. Duo's pelvis pushing against his own tore his control to shreds. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer and angled his hips slightly to try and strike Duo's prostate as often as he could and bring the other man off.
It was all Duo could do to hang on for the ride. Heero pounding steadily into him, hitting his sweet spot every two or three thrusts had his mind in overdrive and his blood singing in his veins. Heero's arms were locked under his shoulder blades and Duo knew there was no way Heero would be able to stroke his need. His own arms were wrapped around Heero's shoulders, the only thing keeping him in place so there wasn't much of a chance he could bring himself off either.
But he didn't have to. Between their heaving bodies, Duo's cock lay trapped, the friction of their skin moving against each other providing some stimulation. Duo managed to twist himself slightly which in turn saw his cock trapped more firmly and thus receive more stimulation. With the occasional brush to his prostate it was only a matter of time before Duo gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Ah, Heero,” Duo cried out as Heero's cock brushed firmly over his sweet spot. “Gonna...”
“Come for me, Duo,” Heero managed to breathe against his lover's ear. The end was so close he could almost touch it and Heero wanted Duo to come first. Another two thrusts and he located Duo's prostate again and this time it saw Duo reach the point of no return.
“Oh, god!” Duo cried out as his orgasm hit him. His cock pulsed between them, shooting out jet after creamy jet of semen. The continued thrusting of Heero meant the friction against his now very sensitive cock also continued, drawing more and more fluid from Duo's body.
The pulses around his cock as Duo found his release were the trigger for Heero's. Eyes closed, teeth gritted, the first wave of his climax ripped through him, causing his thrusting to falter slightly. His seed was released in thick spurts, Duo's passage relentless in its contractions and sucking all it could from him.
As the tidal wave began to recede, Heero slumped against his lover, chest heaving, fighting to draw oxygen back to a deprived body. Gradually their respective breathing began to even out, muscles came back on line along with brain function.
Duo was the first to regain his senses and released the stranglehold he currently had on Heero's shoulders. His arms loosened and he began to run his hands up and down the performer's back. “That was...”
“Incredible,” Heero finished for him.
“Mmm, you can say that again,” Duo murmured and pressed a kiss just below Heero's ear. It was the only place he could reach right now in their current position.
“I don't think I have the energy to move,” Heero moaned softly.
“Me either,” Duo huffed out.
“I didn't hurt you?”
“No, I'm fine.”
“Good. Don't want to hurt you, ever,” Heero mumbled.
“I really think we should clean up before we go to sleep,” Duo said softly. He could feel the pull of exhaustion but didn't want to give into it just yet; he knew he'd regret it in the morning if he did.
“Clean up sounds good. I think I'll need a minute to find my bones though.”
Duo chuckled. “You wait here and I'll go fill the tub.”
“Too tired to enjoy the tub tonight,” Heero mumbled and tried to slide off Duo.
“Okay, a shower then.” Somehow Duo managed to extract himself from beneath Heero and padded into the bathroom. He gave the hot tub a look of longing but decided it could wait until morning, he was feeling rather exhausted himself.
The shower was turned on and Duo tested the water temperature. Once he had it to his liking, he went back into the bedroom to find Heero almost asleep. “Come on, sleepyhead, shower first then you can snooze,” he said and gently coaxed Heero from the bed.
Somehow they managed to stumble their way into the shower and rinse off the evidence of their lovemaking. It wasn't a thorough job by any means, but at least the worst of the stickiness was gone. Fluffy towels were deployed, Heero making a half hearted attempt to dry himself and not succeeding very well. Duo wasn't much better but did have a little more coordination. Between the two of them they managed to mostly dry off and gratefully tumbled back into the large bed.
Both men were asleep within minutes of their respective heads hitting the pillow.
* * *
A hand flopped about on the mattress, seeking a body that wasn't there. Rolling over, Trowa blinked open sleepy eyes and glanced at the alarm clock. Bright red numbers telling him it was ten-twenty in the morning stared back at him. He groaned. Moments later he rolled back and crawled out of the bed. He stood and scratched at his belly before snagging his robe and shrugging into it. Yawning and running his fingers through his bangs, he shuffled out into the sitting area of the suite where he found his missing lover.
Hearing the sounds of someone moving about, Quatre looked up from the table he was sitting at as Trowa loomed in the doorway. “Morning,” he greeted.
“You're up early,” Trowa mumbled and navigated his way across the room towards the coffee pot, pausing as he passed Quatre to press a kiss to those lips.
“I've got a meeting with the accountant today,” Quatre replied and turned his attention back to the sheaf of papers on the table.
“Mmm, that's right, I remember you saying something about that the other day,” Trowa replied, stirring the sugar into his coffee. “Did you want me to come with you?”
Quatre's eyes raised at the question and he gave his lover a look over, the grin curling his lips as he took in the disheveled state of the man. “Somehow I don't think you'd make much of an impression like that,” he replied.
Glancing down at himself, Trowa had to agree. “It's the latest trend?” he offered.
“You think it will take off?” Quatre snickered.
“This is Vegas.”
“True.”
“Many of them get around wearing much more skimpy outfits than rumpled boxer shorts and wrinkled robes.”
“And there in lies the key. Their skimpy outfits are all neat, clean and pressed, not wrinkled and rumpled.”
Trowa shrugged and moved to sit beside his lover at the table. “Their loss.”
“I think I prefer to keep you like this just for me,” Quatre replied and stole a kiss.
Putting his mug down, Trowa leaned across and took a look at the sheets of figures Quatre was going through. “Number crunching, huh?”
“Yeah,” Quatre sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Rather you than me.” Trowa sat back, picked up his coffee and sipped on it.
“Shit, is that the time?” Quatre hastily began to grab at the papers and shove them into his briefcase. “I'd better go or I'll be late.” Shoving the last of the papers inside, he snapped the briefcase shut and got up to plant a kiss to Trowa's lips. “I'll be back later, not sure how long this will take.”
“No problem. I'm gonna shower and head down to the hotel. Come find me when you get back.”
“Will do.”
“Try not to drown under all those facts and figures,” Trowa added cheekily as Quatre headed for the door.
“If I do will you give me mouth to mouth?”
“Of course.”
“I'll hold you to that, you can revive me later. Now I'd really better get going.” With a wave of his hand, Quatre disappeared out of the door.
Trowa watched with an amused smile as his lover left. No doubt it would be several hours before Quatre returned and his blonde lover would be stressed and in need of some relaxation. Now that was something Trowa could definitely provide.
* * *
The sound of running water drew Duo from his slumbering state. He snuffled a couple of times and blinked his eyes, disorientated for a moment until his brain woke up and joined him in reality. He was back in Vegas and had just spent an incredible evening with his new boyfriend.
Speaking of which...
A quick search of the bed clothes provided his still groggy brain with the information that said boyfriend was no longer between the sheets with him. The bed was still warm though so Heero hadn't been gone long. The sound of water continued to drone in the background as Duo slowly registered its presence. He rolled over and glanced at the clock. It was just after ten. He tossed an arm across his eyes and gave a soft groan. Seconds later he sensed a presence in the room and drew his arm up a touch to peer out from underneath.
“Good morning,” Heero said from his position leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed and wearing nothing but an amused smile.
“Mmmm, now that's a picture I could easily wake up to every morning,” Duo replied and gave a slow lick of his lips.
“View isn't too bad from here either,” Heero replied and blatantly ogled Duo's form which was bare to the morning air as the sheet had slipped off when he'd rolled over.
Duo blushed and began to reach for the sheet to cover himself and then decided against it. After all, he'd been intimate with Heero now on more than one occasion so what was the point? “Was that water I heard running?” he asked, changing the topic.
Heero grinned and began a predatory stalk towards the bed. “Yes, it was. I thought you might like to join me in the hot tub,” he said as he approached the bed. Reaching it, he leaned over Duo, planted a hand either side of the other man's head and closed the distance between their mouths to partake of a morning kiss.
Lost in the kiss, it took a moment for Duo's mind to kick back in. “Ah, hot tub. Sounds like a great idea,” he moaned when his lips were released.
“Then get that lazy ass out of bed and into the water,” Heero commanded and shifted off the bed to allow Duo to get up.
“Pushy, much?” Duo grumbled as he sat up and swung his legs to the side to stand up.
“You better believe it,” Heero growled and gave Duo's bare behind a slap.
“Hey!” Duo protested as the slight sting made itself known.
Heero just laughed and took off running for the bathroom before Duo could retaliate.
*
“Oh man, I really need to get myself one of those,” Duo murmured, toweling himself off after enjoying a lazy soak in the hot tub for the last thirty minutes.
“I agree,” Heero stated, also toweling off. “I wouldn't mind soaking in one of those after a performance.”
“Me either.”
Heero raised a questioning eyebrow. “I wasn't aware you preformed,” he teased.
“Ah, that depends on what sort of performance you're talking about,” Duo teased back and cocked a hip. “They certainly do wonders to ease the aches and pains.”
“Did I hurt you?” Heero asked, concern in his tone.
“Nah, I'm fine, just a nice, dull ache. But those jets give a wondrous massage, I could really use one of those after a hard day at the office.”
“Does it get very stressful writing, designing and producing your games?” Heero asked as they both trekked back into the bedroom to find clothes.
“It does and it doesn't,” Duo replied. When Heero gave him a quizzical look, Duo sighed. “How about we get some breakfast and I'll explain while we eat. I don't know about you but I'm starving.”
“Sounds like a fair trade. Where would you like to go to eat?”
“I was thinking of ordering room service.”
“But that costs-” Heero promptly shut up when he saw the look on Duo's face. “Room service is fine.”
Food was ordered and delivered, both men sitting down at the small table in the suite to enjoy their breakfast and Duo explained a little more.
“When I was first starting out it was fun to design and write the games, it still is. I enjoy thinking up new games, the different scenarios, the many levels of game play, the plot line behind it all and then writing the programs, designing the graphics and so on. It's easier now that I have a company to assist with the production side of things, although I still oversee it all.”
“Then where does the stress come into it? Is it due to deadlines or something like that?”
“Deadlines aren't so bad, I can usually cope with those. Nah, it's pressure from the production company to come up with sequels.”
“You don't like sequels?” Heero was starting to get an idea of what Duo was trying to explain.
“No, I'm not a big fan of sequels at all. Oh some are okay, like in movies, television shows, that sort of thing, but when it comes to games, I don't think there's really all that much point to a sequel. To me it's just taking the same game, maybe changing locations and a few other things but essentially it's the same. I'd rather put my imagination to better use in designing and coming up with new games.”
“Then why don't you do that?”
“That's exactly what I am trying to do, but my backers and production company are pretty much demanding I come up with a couple of sequels to some of my more popular games. I have done a couple of sequels, but I wasn't happy with them, they just didn't 'feel' right if you know what I mean.”
Heero nodded. “I can see how it would dampen your creative enthusiasm. With the Cirque company, when a new show is under design the performers that are selected for the roles learn the routines and choreography. Sometimes we're not all that happy with things and often suggest changes, sometimes they're accepted, other times not, but we are encouraged to provide feedback and offer suggestions to improve. It does keep one's imagination alive and running when you know you can put forth ideas and know they will be listened to.”
“Exactly,” Duo agreed. “With these constant pushes for sequels I find my creative muse is reluctant to come forth and provide me with ideas for new games.” Duo sighed. “So now you can see why being able to come home and relax into one of those hot tubs would be divine.”
“I can see your point.”
“Anyway, enough of that topic. What do you want to do today?”
Heero gave a shrug of his shoulder. “I don't mind, but I do have another performance tonight so I will need to be back at the New York, New York by seven for warm up.”
“I'm sure we can find something to occupy ourselves with.” Duo gave a lustful leer.
“Of that I have no doubt.”
* * *
Trowa's head raised when he spotted a familiar blonde head enter the foyer of the hotel. Immediately he left the computer and went to meet his lover half way. Noting the fatigue lines on that sweet face, he took the briefcase from Quatre's hand and steered the man towards the bar area.
Sitting both himself and Quatre on a couple of stools, he nodded to the barman and moments later two drinks were placed in front of them. Trowa sipped at his whilst his partner downed his drink in a couple of swallows and motioned to the bartender for a refill. The bartender grabbed the bottle and poured a generous amount into Quatre's empty glass, Quatre turning to look at him once the glass was filled. “Leave the bottle,” he instructed.
“As you wish, sir,” the bartender replied and placed the bottle on the bar top, walking away to serve other customers.
Trowa's eyebrow lifted a little with his partner's request for the bottle to remain, but he didn't call Quatre on it. The blonde didn't drink much, just a glass of wine here and there so for him to ask for the bottle meant he was more stressed out than usual. Patiently, Trowa waited for his lover to speak, knowing that to push him would only result in Quatre getting either defensive or confused when he tried to explain.
The second glass disappeared down Quatre's throat, the burn of alcohol slowly infiltrating his system and finally allowing him to relax enough to make sense of the turmoil in his mind. Pouring himself another glass of the wine, he twirled the stem of the glass between his fingers and ordered his thoughts.
Seeing his lover finally relaxing and preparing to talk, Trowa asked quietly, “What happened?”
“Not a lot,” Quatre replied and then sighed. “Our profits are down and it looks like they're going to continue that way.”
Trowa frowned. “I don't see how. The hotel is doing really well, we're pretty much three quarters booked on a regular basis.”
“The hotel side of things is fine, it's the casino that's not doing as well as it used to,” Quatre clarified.
“I see. But how is that possible? We still have a floor full of patrons pretty much every day.”
“That's true and while there is a lot of people gambling their money away, they don't seem to be gambling quite as much of it.” Taking in the concerned look on his partner's face, Quatre chuckled. “Don't worry, we're not about to go broke or anything like that, we're still making profits on the casino; just not as much.”
“I know the economy has suffered a downturn,” Trowa replied thoughtfully.
“That's true, it has.” Quatre mulled a few thoughts over for a moment. “We need to try and boost our profits a bit more.”
“How do you propose we do that?” Trowa knew they'd done several different promotions in the past to lure more people to the casino and they had generally paid off, but they were all old news now.
“I'm not sure,” Quatre began. “We need to come up with something new, something no one has done or thought of before.”
“Well, I'm open to suggestions,” Trowa stated.
“Me too,” Quatre sighed again.
“Look, it's not like the casino and hotel are about to come crashing down around our ears or anything,” Trowa began. “I'd suggest we put our thinking caps on and see what ideas we can come up with over the next few weeks.”
“I guess you're right,” Quatre replied. “Hey, maybe we could run a survey or something with our customers in the casino.”
“What for?”
“At least that would give us some idea of what our customers like about the casino and see if they have any suggestions that could improve it.”
“You know, that might just work. If nothing else it will give us some ideas.”
“Precisely.”
“You want to bring that bottle of wine back up to our suite and I'll help you destress?”
“Now that is the best offer I've had all day.”
~ * ~
tbc...
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