Do Me Nice

Title: Do Me Nice

Author: Oriko a.k.a. Presser

Archive: http://www.presser.webza.net.net/
http://www.gundam-wing-diaries.150m.com
http://www.moffit.org/

Pairing: 1x2x1

Category: PWP

Rating: NC-17 for hardcore sex and language

Warnings: Voyeurism

Spoilers: None

Notes: The \'Do Me\' Anthology is a Heero-Duo centric series of ficlets, in which one does the other in a variety of ways, the only connection between the ficlets being the basic premise of one wanting the other to \'do\' him. All of the stories take place in a sex club that Duo and Heero frequent.



Heero pushed through the outer door at Hotshots, the gay sex club he and Duo liked to frequent most Friday evenings. The lobby, as members called it, was not much more than a hallway between the outer and inner doors of the club. A low table flanked by chairs on either side faced a line of coat hooks mounted on a strip of wood on the wall. A stool beside the inner door was perched below a wiry little man in his fifties, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, racing green with yellow piping. The single bulb in the ceiling burned bug-lite yellow. Two men, Ron and Dusty, sat in the chairs.

\"Anybody seen Duo?\"

\"Inside.\" Ron nodded toward the inner door. As Heero moved in that direction, Dusty spoke.

\"Thought you two were always together, Heero.\"

\"He had to work late.\" Dusty smiled; Ron leered.

\"That\'s always the way it starts.\" Heero glared at the two then entered the club with a nod at Lee, whose leather jacket crinkled into shadows and highlights as he held the door for Heero.

Inside, Heero let his eyes roam around the room as they adjusted to the customary half dark. Hotshots was laid out in concentric half circles. Just inside the door was a curved walkway with a metal railing, each side ending in doors to the club\'s two washrooms. A step down from the walkway was an area with four small tables and chairs, usually populated by those who came to watch but not play. Another step down was a half moon covered with shag carpet and a multitude of pillows. Knee-high walls split this area into alcoves which afforded little more than a surface to prop against. Facing all three areas was a small stage. A dusty blue spot was focused on a high-backed chair front and center.

Heero saw that things weren\'t really going yet. Two men sat huddled over drinks at one table; another two chatted, one leaning against the railing, the other sitting on the floor of the walkway.

\"Anybody seen Duo?\" Heero repeated. Heads turned. The two at table shrugged as the other two continued talking. Heero glanced at his watch. He should be here by now. Heero bit his lip, contemplating whether to head backstage or not, when he heard a familiar voice.

\"H\'lo, Heero.\" He turned to see his lover, Duo Maxwell, poking his nose out of the door between the stage and the washroom to the left.

\"Duo! I\'ve been looking for you.\"

\"I know, love. I\'ve been getting ready for you.\"

Heero crossed to toor.oor. \"What\'s that supposed to mean?\" He reached the door and put his hand in to pull it open. Duo held the doorknob firmly.

\"Uh-uh-uh, love. I\'ve got a surprise for you tonight. Just settle down in our usual place and wait.\"

\"But -\"

\"Do it, love. Trust me.\" Duo smiled, laughed, and closed the door, leaving Heero standing alone with a blank expression on his face. After a moment he shrugged and walked to the alcove he and Duo thought of as theirs, noticing that a few more people had entered the club. He slipped his shoes off and knelt, arranging pillows along the low wall, then stretched out. He interlocked his fingers and put them behind his head, leaning against some of the pillows, also crossing his feet at the ankles. Two more men took the alcove next to Heero\'s.

After a moment the lights dimmed and the cheesy music Johnny (the manager at Hotshots) preferred blared from the small speakers at either edge of the stage.

\"Gentlemen and gentlemen,\" Johnny said over the mic at stage left, \"tonight we have a rare treat for you. Prepare to be entertained and titillated by the one, the only, Duo Maxwell!\" Heero\'s soft groan was covered by the applause and cat-calls of the audience.

Why the hell is he doing this? Heero thought. I thought he gave up performing onstage when we met. Heero recalled that he had met Duo on his first visit to Hotshots, watching with stunned delight as the man had put on a show that had everyone in the place hooting and clapping as he lay on his back, raised his hips with his hands, and proceedo suo suck himself dry. Heero had been one of the ones who had pushed backstage to get another look at Duo. The man certainly knew how to perform onstage; he was very hot. But Heero had berawnrawn to his eyes, a sapphire tinged with lavender flecks that Heero found more than alluring, and the sexy man\'s long hair, a soft chestnut color that he wore in a braid that hung to the top of his ass. They had begun to date that night, Heero insisting on taking Duo out for a nightcap. They had ended up having sex on the kitchen floor of Heero\'s apartment, and had been an item around town ever since.

Soon after that Duo told Heero he wanted to give up performing at Hotshots, much to Johnny\'s disappointment. The manager had pleaded with Duo, who said nothing more than \"Don\'t wanna anymore.\" Privately he told Heero that he had grown bored with pleasuring himself for a crowd. \"It\'s time I enjoyed myself with someone interesting,\" he had said. \"Someone like you.\"

Heero was okay with that. More than okay. He felt possessive of Duo. The man dripped with hormones, and it was rare that a night at Hotshots went by without someone hitting on Duo. But Duo never had eyes for anyone but Heero. Three weeks went by, and then Heero suggested that they take a break from the club. Duo quickly agreed, but after a couple of months, he suggested that they visit his old haunt. \"Hotshots?\" Heero had said. \"I thought you didn\'t want to perform there anymore.\"

\"I don\'t want to /perform/ there, but it\'s a great place to go for fun. Isn\'t that what /you/ were looking for when you met me there?\ \"W \"Well, sure, but -\"

\"But what, love? You don\'t want to share me?\"

\"Well -\" Heero turned bright pink.

\"Don\'t worry,\" Duo laughed, the melodic sound cascading around Heero\'s ears. \"I\'m not interested in anyone but you, love. But I /do/ miss the club. There\'s something about having sex in public that turns me on.\"

Heero agreed. Duo had taken him in more than one alley after a late night movie, and Heero had come to enjoy the extra rush of pleasure through his veins, the thrill of perhaps being discovered. They had found excuses to shag each other in public whenever they could manage it, ranging from being kicked out of at least three different Starbucks for heavy petting to full-on sex under the bleachers at a local football game.

\"C\'mon, love. Come have sex with me at Hotshots. I promise it\'ll be just you and me.\"

\"You and me and fifteen others,\" Heero said with a huff.

\"No, you and me with fifteen others who are invd ind in their own love-making.\"

Heero had reluctantly agreed, and the tad gad gravitated to becoming regulars on Friday nights. Once the crowd got over Duo being there as a member instead of a performer, they left him and Heero to their own devices. Heero eventually admitted that screwing his lover while others looked on was even more of a rush than furtive public sex.

now now Duo was returning to the stage, and Heero felt a bit concerned. Duo had said that het tht the stage because he was bored with doing himself for a crowd. Was Duo growing bored with him?

Heero was stirred from his unpleasant thoughts by a finger jab to the shoulder by Ron. \"Heero! Johnny wants you!\" He nodded toward the stage. Heero saw Johnny crooking a finger at him. He rose to move in Johnny\'s direction, but Johnny hopped off the stage and strode to Heero, now standing.

\"Duo just wanted me to tell you,\" Johnny whispered loudly, \"to trust him. I think you\'ll like what he\'s gonna do tonight,\" the manager added with a leer and a chuckle. Heero sat again, his back in the corner of his alcove.

Duo entered the stage wearing red leather hot pants and a black dress shirt a size too large with all the buttons undone, his fingertipkingking out from the edges of the cuffs. White ankle-high sport socks completed his outfit.

The music throbbed, and Duo began to undulate. He stood behind the chair, blue light bathing him, and swayed from side to side. He slid his hands over the leather, caressing the back like a lover. His cheek went down on the top of the back, and he began to moan.

\"Oh, baby! You\'re so soft!\"

Duo moved to the side of the chair and began to rock his hips, pushing his amply filled crotch into his hand. The crowd began to call to him.

\"Work it, baby! Yes! Give! More, more!\"

Duo smiled at the crowd and slid one leg over the arm of the chair. He rubbed his hands over his leg, starting below the knee and ending at his red hot pants. He grabbed the hem of the shorts and pulled down. His bottom lip shot out and he cooed to the audience: \"Oh, god, they\'re so tight! I need...I need...\"

Without finishing his sentence, Duo slid his ass into the chair, then leaned against it, his legs splayed wide. He pushed the unbuttoned shirt back and began to rub his abs. He moaned as he tweaked a nipple. He played with his fingers, sometimes sucking them, sometimes plunging them into his pants, always grinding the air in time with the music.

The shirt slowly came off, first one shoulder, then the other. Duo rubbed his erection through his pants, then turned over in the chair, his ass facing the audience.

Calls from the crowd grew louder.

Duo wriggled out of the shirt, discarding it to one side of the chair, then turned back to face the audience. He was almost lying down against the leather, legs out front. He grabbed both nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled, gasping as he did, bucking his hips into the air.

\"Oh, god, oh god, oh god!\"

The crowd chee

Duo sat up and rubbed his erection through his red pants again, a mock frustration on his face.

\"Whatever shall I /do/?\"

\"Take it off, baby, take it off!\"

\"But I need someone to help me!\"
Me, Me, me, me!\"

\"Not just anyone, though. I need someone...special.\" Duo\'s eyes slid shut and a seductive grin grew across his lips.

Heero gulped. He knew what was coming.

Duo opened his eyes a little, putting his best sultry look on his face, then crooked his finger at his lover.

\"Oh, Heero? I need you, love. Won\'t you please come and rescue me? I\'m so...hard...and I - I neeeed you. Please, come and save me, love!\"

The crowd clapped and cheered Duo on. A couple of guys near Heero jabbed at him.

\"Heero! Duo wants you! Get yer ass on the stage!\"

Heero sat wide eyed. His mouth went suddenly dry.

\"Pleeeease, lover?\" Duo pushed his lower lip out and batted his eyelashes. \"Join me?\"

Heero had no choice, really. Ron stood up and grabbed Heero\'s wrist, pulling him into a standing position. The audience began to chant: \"Hee-ro! Hee-ro!\" Heero reluctantly joined his lover onstage.

\"Just relax,\" Duo whispered as he laved his tongue into Heero\'s ear. He was kneeling in the chair now, his ass high, his hands taking Heero\'s shirt off. As the garment was discarded the audience hooted.

\"God! What a body! No wonder Duo\'s not interested in anyone else!\"

Duo ran his fingers across Heero\'s golden skin, outlining the muscles of his abdomen, drawing circlets around his nipples. Heero shuddered at the touch. He suddenly lowered his lips to Heero\'s chest and grabbed a nipple between his teeth, biting down quickly but lightly. Heero gasped loudly and arched his back. Duo sucked hard at the brown pad of flesh, feeling it harden in his mouth. As he sucked, he pushed one hand into Heero\'s pants. Heero stood trembling, his head back, one hand on the chair for support.

Duo released the nipple and removed his hand. He slid to the floor, kneeling before Heero. He pu at at his lover\'s pants, teasing the belt loose then unzipping the fly. Duo pushed Heero\'s pants down to his knees, then to his ankles, revealing a bright purple thong that outlined every curve of Heero\'s ample erection. Duo straddled one of Heero\'s legs with his own and began to hump. He whimpered like a pups hes he did. The crowd went wild.

Heero straightened his neck and looked down to see Duo humping his leg. He put his hand on Duo\'s head and pushed, bringing Duo\'s lips to his groin. Duo began licking Heero\'s cock through the silk thong, continuing to pump his own erection against Heero\'s leg. Heero closed his eyes.

Suddenly Duo stopped and stood. He turned his back on the audience and looked over his shoulder, giving the crowd a coy look. He turned back around and undid the snap on his hot pants, playing with the edges of the garment, teasing the zip down just a bit, then turned his back on the audience again. Moans and groans sounded through the air. Duo turned around again and noticed Heero still had his eyes closed. His lover was gently rocking his hips back and forth. Duo took Heero\'s hand and guided it to his cock, rubbing it up and down along the length of it, then pulled his zip the rest of the way down, revealing brown curls underneath. When the group realized that he wasn\'t wearing any underwear cheers went up.

\"God, they\'re so hot! C\'mon, Duo! Stop torturing us!\"

Duo pushed his hot pants to his knees and then sat in the chair. He played with his cock, languidly stroking the length of it. It wasn\'t as long as Heero\'s, but it was very erect, and dripping with precum. Heero continued to push his cock into his hands, undulating back and forth, his eyes still closed. The crowd could see that the front of the thong was wet, the darker purple swatch showing the head of Heero\'s cock nicely.

Duo put his hands on Heero\'s hips and pulled him around in front of him, Heero\'s back to the audience. He put his hands on Heero\'s shoulders and pulled forward. Heero leaned his head on the back of the chair as Duo scooted down further, his legs between Heero\'s. Duo pulled the back of the thong out of the way and began to massage Heero\'s anus.

Duo decided that Heero needed to be lubricated, so he reached to the left of the chair and picked up a can of olive oil spray. He popped the cap, shook the can, and then sprayed Heero\'s ass crack with it. Heero shuddered. Duo began fingering his lover\'s asshole.

He sprayed his own cock then began to pump it, one finger of the other hand in Heero\'s ass. He let go of his cock and put the index finger of both hands in Heero\'s ass and pulled gently, stretching his lover. Satisfied that Heero was prepared, he put his hands behind Heero\'s thighs and pulled him into a kneeling position in the chair, then slid up a bit. He positioned himself under Heero\'s anus and pushed up with his hips as he guided Heero\'s hips down, causing his cock to plunge into Heero\'s ass.

Duo pumped slowly, sometimes his own cock moving, sometimes guiding Heero up and down. Duo pulled out of his lover, causing the crowd to groan. He slid Heero\'s thong down to his knees, then stood Heero up. He slid the thong to Heero\'s ankles, then off of his feet. He pushed his red hot pants the rest of the way off. With Heero now facing the audience he pulled his lover back onto his lap, making sure Heero\'s ass received Duo\'s willing cock. The crowd saw the glazed look in Heero\'s eyes, watched his cock twitch as Duo fucked him slowly. When Duo couldn\'t bear it any longer, he grabbed Heero\'s cock and yelled, \"Come for me, Heero!\" He pushed hard into his lover\'s ass and pumped Heero\'s cock swiftly. Both men screamed as Heero came, creamy liquid spurting into the air and falling back across Heero\'s stomach. Duo pumped a few more times and then came, pulling out of Heero just as his own essence shot from his hot cock. The semen splashed against Heero\'s stretched asshole and dripped down the inside of his thigh, wet, webby tendrils stretching between Duo\'s cock and Heero\'s balls.

The crowd cheered, clapped, called, roared. Heero collapsed backwards onto Duo, who wrapped his arms around Heero\'s heaving chest. He nuzzled his nose against Heero\'s ear and whispered, his tongue darting out to lick as he spoke.

\"So, lover, was it good for you?\"

\"Hell yes! Fuck, Duo, that was -\"

\"You like?\"

\"Fuck you! That was fucking incredible.\"

\"So you think it was nice?\"

\"Nice?! It\'s the nicest birthday present I\'ve ever gotten.\"

\"So, you want more?\"

\"Hell, yes!\"

\"Seems like I\'ve gotten you hooked on performing.\"

\"All I know is I want more of this!\"

\"You got it, love.\"

\"Duo?\"

\"Huh?\"

\"You - you do me so nice.\"

\"Yeah, lover. And you\'re so nice to do.\"

Owari