He goes running

So sorry for the long wait! I hope this satisfies a little bit. Lime ahead.

Duo POV

Last time:__________________________________

I made my way to the gents’ room towards the back of the club. It had a little less traffic due to its location. I found a free urinal, and did my business, but while I was washing my hands, I looked up, scanning myself in the mirror only to find dark blue eyes staring back at me.

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I was not ready to speak with him. I still hadn’t really calmed down, but I can fake it with the best of them. I turned to him, sickeningly sweet smile plastered across my lips. “Is there something you need, Heero?”

When I’m pissed, I have one of two reactions: over the top anger that is expressed and I move on, or the perfectly polite tea kettle that will blow with extreme provocation. You don’t want to see me polite, but I guess you’re gonna.

“You disappeared.” Heero’s voice was grating to my ears, that’s how unsettled I was, just his voice…

“You found me. Next time, I’ll be sure to alert you every time I need to relieve myself.” The words were acid, but my tone and facial expression were the epitome of sugar and sunshine.

His eyes narrowed. “You said you wouldn’t abandon me.”

I don’t lie, and that’s what he forced me into. Me having to get away from him at all costs turned a simple kindness into a lie.

Another person walked in, stared at us for a second, and walked over to the urinal. Did I mention we were in the bathroom? My irritation flared at his words and the situation. “Please forgive me, Heero. I had to excuse myself, but I’ll stay right by your side for the rest of the night, if you’d like.” And I could, the polite shit was a hiding place for me…I could keep this distance up all night if I wanted.

And I had no intention of letting him any closer than this façade I’m carrying right now.

I could tell he had caught on by then, realizing this was a front for my anger, and I was curious what he’d do about it. By now, my red hot anger had cooled to a frozen rage, cool, calm, impenetrable, to be experienced when appropriate because I didn’t want him to know anything about what I was feeling. I wanted no contact with him emotionally; I had already given him too much of myself, that’s why I was so, so pissed off.

This night would end, and he could let Zechs have his way with him then rot for all I care.

Done.

Heero sighed, running his hands through his hair, casting a wary glance at the guy in front of the urinal who finished, zipped up, and walked out. “Duo, you’re gorgeous, ok? I didn’t mean that he was better than you.”

Now that got me going. He thought I was that narcissistic, that him saying another guy was hotter than me was what made me so mad? The man knows nothing about me, doesn’t deserve a friend like me.

Why the hell not? Its our last night together, lets make it memorable.

The pleasant smile melted from my face. I don’t know what I conveyed, but whatever it was made Heero take a step backwards. “You honestly think the reason I’m pissed is because you complimented another guy?”

He fumbled. “Well, you disappeared after I said…”

I cut him off. “I know what you said, and I don’t care about that.”

A confused look overtook his face. “Then what…”

I took a deep breath and showed my hand in one word. “Zechs”

His eyes widened, and his face shut down, but I continued without mercy. “Yeah, I know who you were talking about, and that’s why…” Wait, why exactly was I so pissed? It Heero wanted to spread his legs for Mr. Peacecraft, that’s his business, not mine. What right did I, a complete stranger until today, have to be mad?

Because I was his friend…damnit, I jumped the gun, didn’t I? Shit.

His eyes were studying my face, and for no reason the anger flared in me again. “I’m mad because maybe I gave you my friendship earlier than I had intended, that I feel protective towards you and keeping people like him away from my friends is something I just do. I’m angry because I know what he does to people. Because spending a few ‘beautiful evenings’ with someone,” I imitated Peacecraft’s voice when I stole his words, “is not worth the way you’re treated after he is done with you.”

I took a step forward to match the step backwards he was taking, my voice gaining force and vehemence with ever word. “I’m pissed as hell because I found out you basically used me all night to learn the skills you intend to use to attract the douchebag I swore to knock out if I ever saw him in person again.”

He stopped backing up, puffed his chest up, and glared at me. “You and Zechs?” He accused, angry at the combination…like I stole something from him.

Like hell.

“Fuck no! I’m a better judge of people than to let him near me.” I let the barb set in for a second before continuing. “But I had some friends in college that didn’t take my advice to knee him in the balls and run like hell.”

He deflated a little. “I wasn’t using you.”

“Bullshit.” Though what was said was kinda harsh, I was winding down a bit.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He ducked his head, looking at the ground like it held my forgiveness.

But I wasn’t done, yet…just in the process of winding down, I still had some points to make. “Why be sorry? You got what you wanted from me.”

“You’re a good person. I didn’t intend to hurt you.”

My face went blank. “You didn’t.” I turned to leave, sick of the smell of public restrooms.

“Bullshit” I froze, my heart rate and breathing elevated hearing it thrown back at me.

I spun quickly to face him. “Why are you still here, Heero? What else could you possibly want from me?” I got in his face, threatening.

His hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled our mouths tight together, crushing my lips to his. My temperature skyrocketed, and my groin clenched with the vicious return of all the night’s previous tension.

But I shoved him away. “Sorry, Heero. If you don’t know how to do that, you’ll have to get someone else to teach you.” Yeah, it was a low blow. I was bitter now…great.

“I know how; I could prove it if you let me.” His eyes were sharp, watching every slight sign.

Wait, what? Since when did he want to show me? Good, God! This man was a walking contradiction. “No thanks.”

“You want me; I know you do, have since you first saw me.” I hate it when bastards are right.

“Wanted. Past tense. I don’t make a habit of becoming involved with people I don’t trust. Besides, you want Zechs.” I don’t think I could take it if he called out that name instead of my own. Don’t you dare, Heero…

“I did, for a long time it was only him, but the reactions I had on the dance floor were from watching you, feeling you pressed to me, not Zechs.” He shook his head, refusing to meet my eyes. “Plus, Hilde made me realize how stupid I was being. You are pretty amazing and very sexy. You care about me after just one day, when I’ve been trying to get his attention for months. I’m better off without someone who doesn’t recognize what I have to offer, right?”

“Yeah.” My arms were crossed over my chest, completely defensive, not knowing what to expect or what to do.

“But I’ve ruined it with you now, haven’t I?” His face was dejected, and I wondered how good an actor he was, if I was being played, or if he truly meant what was said.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t know.”

He stepped forward. “Are you willing to try?”

My mind said ‘hell no,’ my body was reminding me of the decision I made earlier to just let him use me as a rebound…Damn, damn, damn.

I nodded. ‘Yes’ or ‘no’ seem too final. He smiled, and I was reminded of how I had felt with him all day, us laughing and bantering back and forth.

Maybe this could work. “Dance with me.” I had to let the mental debate go; the best way to shut it down is to think of other things, like his chest pressed to my back.

One hand came up, tentatively reaching for me. When I didn’t pull away, he let his fingertips trail along my cheekbones and back to cup behind my ear. “Thank you.” He moved forward again. My body tensed, and he felt it, eyes scanning my face for any sign to leave me be. Then he gently pressed his lips to mine.

My eyes slid shut without my permission. It was chaste and meant to be completely serene, his fingers caressing the back of my ear and along my hair line, but it made my heart race and my hands tremble. Then he pulled away and motioned towards the bathroom door. “I’ll follow your lead.”

I resisted the urge to put my shaky fingers to my lips. How elementary a reaction, but…it was beautiful. That kiss, just those few seconds, in a public restroom no less, but it was absolutely stunning.

He held the door for me as we walked back into the throbbing mass of people.

I didn’t really want to deal with the girls right now; I was kind of lost, just drifting between decisions, not really wanting to make any. The solidarity act the girls would pull was a little too much for me to handle. I’d either had to agree with them and kick Heero to the curb or stand up to them and tell to back off. I wasn’t up for either task right now.

We found our way to another part of the floor, away from where we had been earlier, shoved a path to a very crowded area in order to remain hidden, and began where we left off, my back to his chest.

I wasn’t dancing as I had been, my emotions tend to influence my inhibitions and everything was somewhat subdued. But he did as he said he would, he followed my lead letting me dictate how much contact we had, giving me space to start to trust again. As the songs played, the music did what it always does to me…and I got taken away, carried to another frame of mind where the music existed, my body and the one behind me existed, and nothing else mattered but the rhythm we lived within in that moment.

I forgot his indiscretions and just began to dance as I always do, swinging my hips, rocking my body, popping my chest, shaking my ass. It was fun, and Heero was with me the whole way.

…And then my favorite song came on, and I hesitated. It was kind of a raucous song, deep, pulsing base that makes you think of grinding into the body beneath you, teasing with a slow pace and hard thrust. My mind was back all of a sudden, did I really want to go there with him?

But he answered for me. “Just let go. I know you want to, you’ve been holding back all night.” His voice was dark and seductive.

Ok, so maybe he did know me a little better than I gave him credit for.

Alright, Heero, you asked for it. I showed no sign of acknowledgement, just let the weight of my chest fall backwards against his, before letting the rest of my body follow suit until we were pressed together from thighs to shoulders.

As the music pulsed, I slathered myself across his chest, grinding, winding, slithering, popping my ass against his groin, and I fancied I could feel every ridge of his length rocking back against me. I could feel my heartbeat bouncing in time with the music, in time with his movement.

I was breathing fast, and the muscles surrounding my ass and groin were clenching telling me exactly what I already knew. I wanted him, all of him. I wanted him to take me, dominate me, wrap his hand around my neck and take control of the dance. My hands clenched against his thighs, blunt nails digging into muscles there. I slid down his chest and back up. I couldn’t get enough this way.

So I turned around.

Those deep blue eyes were almost black with the weight of his lust and the dim lighting. His thigh found its way between my legs again which let me find some friction for my aching groin, but it meant I was finding it difficult to provide any stimulation to his. His hand pressed against the small of my back and I leaned backwards into it, rolled my body against his and came up slowly, neck bent backwards like it was broken.

He took the invitation, lips finding my pulse point and sucking on the sensitive skin. It felt like my ears were boiling. I couldn’t catch my breath; I couldn’t keep my calm. My left leg came up and wrapped around his waist like a bitch in heat, but I couldn’t possibly care less. Because it let me grind my blue balls against Heero’s shaft.

And I was close enough to his mouth to hear his moan, feel him shudder at the sensation. It was too much, not enough. I needed more, like now.

My mouth found his ear. “Your place, mine, or the bathroom?”

Heero’s hands gripped my ass, lifting me slightly off the floor to slide against his entire body. “Bathroom is closer.”

“Bathroom it is.”

I detached myself from him, grabbed his hand, and pulled us towards the gent’s room. As soon as we hit the door, I turned towards Heero right as he reached around, gripping my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I felt my back hit the door of one of the stalls, and we were alone.

I heard the voices of some assholes at the urinals whistling and making comments about Heero ‘nailing her good.’ Bitches. People always assume I’m a girl from the back…I blame the hair. Irritation flushed through me, but then Heero’s hand gripped my cock and I kinda forgot the plot.

My back was against the sidewall of the stall, and Heero’s body was sliding down against me. By the time I caught up with the situation, blue eyes were looking up at me, mouth inches from my exposed cock. He sucked me down from root to tip, and I couldn’t control my eyes. They rolled back in my head, floating in the heat that sizzled in my ears.

Lord, this man was gonna be the death of me, but so worth it. His head bobbed along my length, tongue wrapping around my shaft, balls rolled along the palm of his hand. I felt my body grow tighter and tighter, like my skin was going to split with pleasure and flood the stall, nothing left, nothing remaining of me.

I pulled at his head, tugging against his hair. I was too close, the impending climax approaching fast and hard. Heero was too good, but I wanted to absorb him into myself, not just this. But he wouldn’t let me.

He rose at my insistence, his hand replacing his mouth, but his cock and mine were pressed together, trapped in his hand. He pumped us, his eyes locked onto my own, and I just tried to keep mine on his, but they still wanted to roll backwards with the sensations he was funneling through me.

“Heero, stop.” I pleaded with him. “I want all of you, please.”

He paused for a second, then shook his head. “I want that, too, but not yet.”

His mouth connected with mine, and I was scorched with heat when I tasted myself on his tongue. But I wanted more than his hand. “What? Why?”

“I want this, between us. I want you to trust me; I can wait for that.”

The lust devil inside me was screaming his frustration, but there was also an odd, warm feeling in my chest, a tightness in my throat that made me pause.

And then he started moving his hand again, and I felt his shaft throbbing its friction against my own. My breath caught in my throat and my hips started thrusting into his hand. My mind collapsed, and my body beat in time with my heart, in time with his hand. Then everything exploded, my vision clouded over for an instant as my body went limp.

Heero’s deep groan echoed in my head, and I felt his release join my own across his hand and my stomach.

We both took a few seconds just to breathe, but his eyes never left my face the whole time. As my brain turned back on, I was desperately trying to figure out what came next. So, what he said meant…what exactly?

“Are we…” Heero hesitated. “Do you think we can just forget how much of an ass I was earlier?”

“No.” Yeah, I’m gonna be a bit of a dick. “I’ve got some issues we need to settle.”

He looked nervous, and began to pull away from me under the excuse of cleaning up our mess. I kept my arms around him, refusing to let him run from me, forcing eye contact. “We’ll get things sorted out, then we can forget about it, ok?”

His eyes scanned my face, and he brightened a bit. “Ok.”

“Your place or mine?”

He smirked. “Wherever.”

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Not quite done with this ficcy yet. I'm trying to decide if I want to kinda leave off here and do an epilogue, or if I want to flush this out a bit further cuz there's still the girls as a loose end. Duo needs to patch things up and Heero has to get grilled, plus the girls have their budding relationship. I can schmooze (yes its a real word...in my dictionary, yeah) over it all in two or three sentences, or go into depth with it. Either way there's gotta be a lemon coming, right? All the club scene hotness...that lime just isn't enough for me. lol!

And I don't really know which one I want to do. I'll prolly do whatev ya'll want. Any suggestions/preferences?

Thanks for reading, hope ya'll enjoyed the latest!