A Valentine out of the ordinary

A Valentine out of the ordinary
~ Heero’s wish come true ~

Heero was slightly worried, he had expected his lover to go straight to the showers after getting Wufei’s spare clothes. But the gym’s locker room was empty.

“Duo?”
“Yeah, I’m right here..” The braided boy’s voice mumbled from the doorway.

Heero crooked a brow at his lover.

“What happened?” He asked, still worried. Wufei’s office was closer then his, and they all new where their bags were.
“Oh, you couldn’t guess.” He laughed, clothes still dripping on the floor. “Good news is that Wufei let me borrow his clothes.”
“He’s still here?”
“Yup,” He said as he undressed quickly and rushed over to the shower stalls. “He’s on the floor behind his desk, playing strip poker with a drunken Une.”

Heero had to blink.

“What?”

Duo laughed and stepped in under the warm spray of water.

“Apparently she spike the tea, only it got to her faster then to him and when I walk in...oh this feels so gooood!” He moaned as the warm water warmed his clod skin. “Anyway, she was trying to get his shirt off when I walked in so I tried to sneak in and out without them noticing, but on my way out I sneezed...”

He watched absently as his lover stepped in behind him.

“I think Wufei knew I was in there all along... I had my eyes on that desk the whole time and I never saw him see me.”
“Hn,” He grunted. “You sneezed, maybe he realized that the only person that could come that close to him without noticing was you.”
“Mmm, or he might have seen my reflection in that window of his.”

Heero smiled.

“Yes, that seems more like him.”
“We got to stop by the dry cleaners tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Wufei said that I had to wash his clothes before I returned them.”

Heero chuckled, knowing that they weren't going to go anywhere tomorrow. Duo would just spray some parfume he thought Wufei would like and return the clothes that way.

Wufei probably knew that too already.


***


Duo let the towel rest around his hips as he opened the bag and pulled out a red towel, a soap and a small bottle of shampoo, a hair tie, a velvet choker and another pair of those Chinese slippers he usually wore.

He stared at the choker, but shrugged it off as something Sally would have slipped into Wufei’s bag just to tease him about it later, and then he picked up the shoes and looked at them.

“Hey, Heero.” He smiled.
“Yes?”
“Do you think ‘Fei’s hiding something from us? Or is his feet really this small?”

Heero looked up and had to smile.

“He’s not hiding anything love, he’s Chinese. My feet aren’t that big either.”
“Well...”
“Well, what?”
“Heero...”
“What?”

There was a sly smile playing on his lover’s lips.

“No.” Heero said stern.
“No? Come on!”
“It doesn’t matter what shoe size you have..”
“My feet are bigger then your’s, and I have a bigger cock then you.”
“I’m Asian.”
“So is he.”
“Yes, but feet still doesn’t have anything to do with that.”
“Sure it does. Quatre has HUGE feet and I’ve seen him in the showers-”
“I don’t wanna know, okay?”

Duo chuckled.

“What? You’re jealous?”
“No.”

Duo smiled and placed down the small shoes before he jumped at his lover, hugging him for all he was worth.

“Don’t be Hee-chan! You’ve got the perfect fit for me!”

He kissed his lips and moaned in disappointment when Heero pushed him off him.

”Get dressed.”
“Sure you don’t want to play first?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.. you’re really mean, you know that?”
“No, I ordered the nightwatch to check this room once an hour.”

Duo laughed.

“You’re just scared then.”
“No.”
“Sure lover.”

Heero actually pouted when Duo turned his back at him.

“I am not scared.” He mumbled in a whisper.

“Holy fuck!” Duo exclaimed when he pulled out the clothes. There was nothing wrong with the white socks, though he was never going to wear them. He couldn’t say anything bad about the simple white tank top either, nor the black silk shirt. That one was very nice, low cut too.

But the pants?

He had never seen the boy wear jeans! And here he was holding a washed out pair of a brand he only saw on TV stars!

A very nice pair of jeans too, he had to add.

“Heero!” He whined. “I can never get into these!”

Heero smiled, and thanked whatever God who had granted him his wish, even if they forgot the part about the jeans being too tight for his lover.

He walked around the bench and folded the legs.

“Wear it like this.” He smiled. “Nobody will notice that they’re too short like this.”
“That’s not what I was afraid of..”
“Just put them on.”
“You are a cruel man Yuy.” Duo muttered and slipped on the jeans. They might not have been a very tight pair but he still had to leave the top button undone. And even though he had loved the shirt he had to settle with the white tank top.

“I have a strange feeling that the choker I found wasn’t there by mistake..”
“Wufei own’s a choker?” Heero asked surprised.
“Yes,” Duo tried his best to bend down to pick it up. “Man these are tight! Here.” He gave the velvet strap to his lover. “I don’t think he should get to weasel out of our Friday nights any more.” Duo said with a smile. “If he doesn’t fall in love with commander Une under the influence of alcohol I think he owe us a night out.”
“Hmm..”

Heero wasn’t really paying any attention to what his lover said at the moment. His eyes were glued to his lover’s lovely, rounded, jeans clad ass.

“And do you know what?” Duo continued, braid swinging over his backside as he packed Wufei’s bag again. “I think we need to cheek his wardrobe and ask why he isn’t dressed like this when we see him.”

“Hm.”

Duo straighten his back and turned his head to his lover.

“You don’t say ‘hm’, you say hn. It’s your trademark, you can’t change that!”

Heero blinked and quickly rose his eyes to his lover’s with a smile.

“Hn.”

He stepped closer.

“Hee-chan?” Duo purred. “I thought that you said no play.”
“Hn.” Heero said and sneaked the velvet band around his lover’s neck.
“It’s a shame that the shirt didn’t fit.” Duo chuckled. “Gotta remember to ask him where he bought it.”
“Hmm...” Heero said behind a smile and kissed his lover’s lips.
“Hey, ‘Ro.”
“Hn,”
“... You don’t want me to pretend to be him, right?”
“No,” He pulled back to look at his lover. “Unless you want to pretend to be Chang.”
“Naa” He said and devoured his lover with kisses. “He’s probably really boring in bed.”
“Duo.”
“yeah..”
“Shut up.”
“What?” He smiled and pulled free. “You wanna play master again?”

Heero smiled and slammed his taller lover against the wall.

“Don’t talk.”
“No screams?”
“No.”
“No moans?” Duo pouted.
“Moans are fine.” Heero said as he pawned at the front of the borrowed jeans. And Duo did moan. Aloud.

Heero smiled and undid the other three buttons. He would have loved to do it with his teeth, but the jeans were tight and he doubted that he could manage without hurting his lover.

He was happy that he didn’t tear any of the buttons, he valued his life even thought it didn’t always seemed like that. So far he had never given Wufei a reason for chasing him down the corridor threatening to kill him, and he liked to keep it that way too.

“Mmmmhm...’Ro.” Duo moaned as Heero squeezed him through the fabric, feeling him harden under his grip.
Heero leered at his lover, and as his knees sank to the floor his eyes never once faltered from Duo’s lust filled violets.

His hand squeezed again and caressed its way down to Duo’s thigh before he mouthed the black clad heated flesh, drawing another loud moan from the braided ex-pilot.

“Don’t tease me.”

Heero smiled and forced his tongue in under the hem of his lover’s boxers.

“Hmmm..” Duo purred and nestled his hand in Heero’s dark curls. “Ah!”

Heero smirked and pushed his tongue against the tip, trapped inside.

“Heero...” Duo whispered and moved his hand to pull down the tight jeans, but his lover caught his hand before he could do that. “’Ro, come on, you’re the one who said he didn’t have time for this!”
“Hn.” He grunted and gave a lick between this lover’s fingers making him gasp.

‘Clunk’

Heero was on his feet, gun in hand and aimed at the noise in no time.

“I’m sorry.” The poor guard said and bent down to pick up the flashlight he had dropped. “I saw the light on and... I’m sorry.”

Heero slowly lowered his gun and growled at the old man. “Get out.”

Duo laughed. He felt sorry for the old man, he stumbled out the doors like he had just seen a ghost. Poor man.. Then he regretted laughing as he started coughing again.

Heero turned around.

“Are you okay?”

A cough.

“Yeah,”

Another cough.

“Just a little out of breath.”
“Hn.”

Heero placed his hand on his lover’s forehead.

“You have a fever.”
“No,” Duo shook his head with another cough. “Heero you can’t do this! You were going to blow me!”