Duo\'s a little pent up

With his long chestnut braid bouncing behind him, Duo Maxwell paced the small beige unadorned bedroom he shared with his friend and partner Heero Yuy for the hundredth time. Hungry violet eyes greedily traced the strong lines of Heero\'s face as he walked across the room. Just once he wished the perfect soldier would look up from the computer screen. He longed to see a welcome in those cobalt blue eyes. Perhaps Heero could even give him a greeting, after having been gone for nearly a whole month on a solo mission.

But not Heero no, the perfect solder was intently glued to his computer as usual. Duo growled in frustration. What he wanted most was to tear Heero away from the computer and hall him off to their bed where he would welcome his fellow pilot home properly. But knowing his friend, Heero probably would shoot him, just to keep from being bothered. Sighing Duo stopped pacing to lean against the wall of the room staring at his friend\'s back.

It was a very nice back. The gleaming muscles only partly hidden by his green tank top were sending decadent thoughts through Duo\'s brain. His violet gaze dropping lower, the longhaired pilot dressed in a priest\'s black habit complete with white collar sighed as he realized the chair hid the best parts of his friend.

A slow evil grin spread across Duo\'s nymph like face as his eyes twinkled with mischief. The chair Heero was sitting in was just high enough for someone to fit under it. So long as he didn\'t try to pull Heero away form his work he might actually get a chance to play.

Lying on his back Duo stealthily pushed himself under Heero\'s chair with a smirk that spelled trouble for perfect soldier. With expert care Duo reached up to brush Heero\'s leg. The one downfall to this plan was that if Heero didn\'t react as expected Duo knew he would be trapped under the chair. When Heero didn\'t react to the soft touch of Duo\'s hand against his thigh, Duo tried to wriggle his hand up into the spandex shorts through the leg, but there just wasn\'t any room. Shrugging the braided pilot lifted his head up propping himself up on his elbows so he could lick at the confining spandex. It had an odd taste, but he could feel Heero firming up beneath his ministrations so he continued.

Heero gave no reaction what so ever save the continued taping of his fingers on the keyboard of this computer. Duo on the other hand was moaning freely rubbing his left hand against himself as he supported himself with his right. The clever rubbings of his lips against the spandex sheathed shaft were definitely having an effect regardless of the owner\'s cool demeanor.

\"Thank god for biology.\" Duo grinned against the shaft as he felt it pulse in his mouth. Not even the perfect soldier could resist this sweet torture for long. Heero\'s shaft was pressing the spandex tight giving the braided pilot the opening he needed to wriggle a hand into the dark shorts. Rolling them down a little he managed to free Heero\'s erection.

Almost purring in pleasure Duo took the hot member into his mouth. His eyes closed in pure bliss as the firm length slid smoothly down his throat. \'Oh GOD this feels so good!\' He thought to himself as he began to deep throat the oblivious pilot who was still working on his report. \'Oh yes, this is what I have missed.\' Duo\'s body quivered in ecstasy as he dropped his hand back onto his own rising erection. He moaned as his lips trembled against the base of Heero\'s shaft. It was a loud sound from the depths of his throat and it vibrated against Heero\'s shaft.

A soft sound from somewhere above him was Duo\'s only warning before a tiny salty waterfall poured down his throat. Pulling away just far enough to swallow properly he kept his lips firmly fastened to the still pumping shaft as his own need reached its own crescendo. Groaning again Duo loosed his seed. Tucking the now clean Heero back inside the spandex shorts, he let his head fall back to the floor. He stared up at the underside of the computer desk with a silly smile plastered to his face. Heero might kill him for this, but at least he would die happy.

When he finally pushed himself away from the chair he noticed that he had managed to decorate the bottom of the chair. \"Oh well, it\'s just a chair.\" Swaying happily over to the bathroom Duo moistened a towel and washed off, before returning with it to clean off the chair.

As he stood back up he noticed that the typing had stopped. Looking into the vivid blue eyes that met his own Duo grinned as only he can grin. \"Welcome home, Heero.\"

\"Omae O Korouso, Duo.\" Heero responded in a cool voice not even blinking.

\"You know, the usual response to someone you haven\'t seen in a month would be to say hello. Or at the very least you could have thanked me for the blowjob.\"

Standing Heero walked towards the braided pilot a dangerous gleam in his eyes. \"I was busy.\"

Duo backed up until the back of his knee hit the bed and he fell backwards onto the soft surface. He looked up worriedly into those bright blue eyes. \"Ah, Heero what are you going to do?\"

Lying down on top of his stunned friend Heero pressed a kiss into Duo\'s lips leaving the talkative pilot silent for once. When he lifted his head far enough away to look Duo in the eyes, he smiled one of his rare and beautiful smiles. Duo found his heart melting as Heero whispered softly, \"I\'m going to thank you.\"

/_/ The End!