Boredom is a Blessing

Title: Boredom is a Blessing
Pairing: Solo/Duo
Warnings: They\'re young, if you\'re following the timeline. I try not to dwell on it. There\'s also smut. Well, it\'s PWP.. so really, what else would there be?
Notes: I wrote this in answer to a rather simple challenge posted in the Challenge section of Adultfanfiction.net. Loki40766 wanted a Solo/Duo fic. So I gave them one. I hope they enjoy! And yes, I totally realize that Duo’s too young in this to produce a real physical reaction (boing?), but it’s fiction, and it’s gonna work. Cause it has to. :x
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Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I just enjoy their seks.

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-One more. Just one more, and it’s finally finished…-

The room was silent, so silent that it was loud, ringing in his ears as if cymbals had just been crashed together right over his head. His breathing was slow and shallow, barely even making his chest rise or fall. He couldn’t allow it, not even one stray breath. One tiny puff of misplaced air could ruin hours worth of sweat and tears… or least, hours worth of steady concentration, which was no small feat.

-Steady… steady…! Just… one… more…-

And if fate wasn’t such a cruel bitch, the next moment would have seen the completion of a most impressive card tower. But fate –is- a cruel bitch, and well, she must not like card towers very much at all. For as soon as the last card brushed against the one before it, the door to the room opened swiftly… and slammed shut, rattling the walls, and surprising the room’s new occupant with a flurry of falling playing cards.

One eyebrow twitching in rather obvious annoyance, Solo stared blankly at the rickety table in front of him, his hands hanging limply by the rungs of his chair in defeat. His guest didn’t seem to notice the expression, however, and breezed right past him, throwing himself onto a battered old floor pillow a few feet away. The would be card architect slowly wrenched his eyes from the mess in front of him, deciding to glare at the offending boy instead.

“I’m bored!” the apparently oblivious boy complained, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at no one in particular. Again, that eyebrow twitched on Solo’s forehead, the eye below it soon joining in on the twitching fun.

“And what am I supposed to do about that?” Great effort was involved in –not- lunging from his chair and strangling the brat. Of all the stupid things to complain about. And he ruined the card tower! Solo was feeling understandably apathetic toward his young companion’s boredom. Really, he had quite a lot of nerve.

“I dunno,” the kid replied, kicking his legs out in front of him and stretching them out along the dusty floor. He seemed to be content to stare at his feet for the time being, which Solo found even more aggravating. The least the brat could do is notice he was being given the evil eye. But no, not him. Not Duo, the only kid in the world that refused to tremble under Solo’s anger. Sure, he had a lot of issues in his past and present, but his unwillingness to acknowledge his position in the world was maddening, to say the least.

Besides, he ruined the card tower!

“Well, I’m not your personal entertainer, ya know,” Solo grumbled, slowly picking up the cards from the table and arranging them in a neat stack. How he was going to retrieve the ones that fell under the warping floorboards was anyone’s guess. Damn kid. Damn boredom.

“But no one wants to play!” Duo whined, finally looking up at his caretaker and teacher. His violet eyes were wide with an expression that could only be called pitiful. Normally, Solo would feel sympathy for the kid, especially with those entreating eyes turned in his direction. But… he’d ruined his card tower….

“Fine,” Solo finally sighed out, after having fished one stray card out from under his chair and placing it with the others. So he didn’t have the will to stay angry with the brat after all. Not that it was any great surprise. Few people would be able to stand strong under that imploring gaze.

“Great!” Duo chirped, his face brightening with joy and no little triumph. Solo had to give him credit; he sure did know how to charm his way into just about anything, as well as out of it. He could only hope that would add a few years onto the brat’s lifespan. Making ends meet by means of thievery made survival a new kind of hindrance, and the kid would need every trick in the book to avoid jail, or even worse, death.

Solo shook his head, as if to shake the grim train of thought from his mind. There were more immediate problems on his hands, after all. For instance, the brown haired kid staring up at him expectedly, waiting for him to conjure some magnificent cure for boredom from thin air. Great, just what he needed.

“Well, ya have anything in mind?” Absently, he shuffled the cards in his hands, ignoring the fact that the deck was now short of at least ten cards. No difference, it had probably never been a proper deck in the first place. The kids he fostered didn’t know how to play a decent game of cards anyway, and it didn’t matter at all for building card towers.

Duo shrugged his shoulders after only a few seconds of thought, watching the hands shuffling with a sort of detached wonder. Some help the kid was; here he complained about being bored, but didn’t even know what he wanted to do to cure himself of it.

But Solo was a resourceful guy, and was definitely experienced with helping kids overcome all sorts of problems; even if they were as simple as boredom.

“I’ll teach you to play poker,” Solo suggested, finally setting the cards down on the table. He clasped his hands in his lap, arching his eyebrows in a silent question. Duo might have been young, but he was a smart kid and an even smarter thief. Certainly, he could learn to play a bad game of poker.

“I don’t like cards.”

Okay, so the kid didn’t like to play cards. Idea one, scratch. But it was no big deal, really. More ideas just had to be overflowing in Solo’s head, each impatiently waiting for its turn to come out of his mouth. Right?

“Uhm… alright, how about a game of checkers?” Okay, so it was a somewhat lame suggestion, but it was better than nothing. Really, Solo had never realized how little there was to do around the make shift orphan community, outside of work.

“Laila pawned the checker game last week,” Duo muttered, half glaring at the young man in front of him. Obviously, Solo was turning out to be a disappointment in the department of entertainment. Not that he ever asked to be put in charge, but ah well. He really couldn’t blame the kid; although he was still immature, he was a lot more intelligent than any kid his age should be. That, along with his rather… -loud- personality, proved to be a deterrent for the other children.

“Well… we could paint some pictures,” Solo suggested, remembering that there were some odds and ends paints stored in the room’s only cabinet. Surely, all kids loved making art, especially with finger paints. Duo just scrunched up his nose, however, and shook his head vehemently.

“I’m too –old- for painting!” he declared, his lips settling into an expression that strongly resembled a pout. Too old, indeed! But Solo was not the type to give up so easily. Even after three misses, he could surely solve this….

“Gee… then what Duo? A game of tag, hide and seek?” Even if his patience was starting to run low, Solo schooled his expression into a –mostly- neutral one. No point in upsetting the boy, no matter if he shook his head and turned his nose up at both of those ideas as well. Which he did, of course.

“Only the little kids play those games anymore!” Duo complained, actually beginning a real pout. Despite how annoying the kid was being, Solo couldn’t help appreciating that pout; such full lips on a woman would be dangerous, but on a boy, they were almost deadly. He’s actually… kinda cute… maybe even attractive….

And something, somewhere deep inside of the young man, finally clicked. Now, -now- he knew exactly how to shut the little monster up. Held within the grips of revelation, his expression changed from exasperated to downright wicked, and Duo, despite his so called innocence, noticed the transformation.

“Solo… what…?”

But the boy was cut off, squeaking in surprise as Solo leaned forward and grabbed the front of his shirt collar, lifting him a few inches from his seat on the pillow and pressing their foreheads together. Duo did at least have the decency to look worried, especially with the expression on Solo’s face starting to look a tad manic. Maybe he’d pushed the elder boy a little too far. Maybe he was going to shut Duo up forever.

“If you’re so-o-o old,” Solo drawled, slipping from his seat on the chair to kneel in front of Duo, his knees resting between the boy’s thighs. His free hand grasped the hair at the nape of the young thief’s neck, letting go of the shirt to slip the other hand around his waist to the small of his back, pressing Duo’s midsection against his own. The hold wasn’t painful, just bordering.

“If you’re so-o-o old,” Solo continued, lips brushing over Duo’s mouth. “Maybe we should play a grown-up game,” he whispered before parting his lips and licking slowly over the smaller boy’s lips. Duo’s eyes grew to roughly the size the saucers. Sure, he was pretty young, but no one in the slums was completely innocent. He knew what kissing was; even sex wasn’t a completely foreign concept to him. Not that he’d had sex, but he knew what it was, and mostly what it involved.

The part that was shocking, the thing that had his eyes attempting to pop out of his head, was that –Solo- was suggesting they have sex – together!

“But Solo - ” he mumbled, but was cut off abruptly by soft lips pressing almost roughly against his own. Mouths opened, tongues immediately battling a useless battle for dominance, even if neither of them had any doubts over who was in control of the situation. Already, Duo’s body trembled lightly in Solo’s sound grip, his resolve quickly deteriorating as Solo’s tongue found every tiny spot of sensation within the warm cave of his mouth.

Pulling away from the kiss slowly, Solo once again licked over his friend’s lips, enjoying their bruised condition. Duo might have tried to object to the situation again, but he didn’t allow him to; the hand at the small of his back slid down into the boy’s shorts, avoiding any fanfare at all. Immediately aware of the intruder, Duo’s hips rocked forward in some poor attempt to avoid the touch, managing only to press his slight arousal against Solo’s apparent erection. Grinning that wicked grin, Solo grasped onto one cheek of Duo’s behind, holding him still while he rotated his hips, grinding their groins together roughly.

“Ah.. ah, Solo!”

Tears welled up in Duo’s eyes, his eyelids squeezing shut as his hips involuntarily bucked, trying to get even closer to the source of pleasure. His fingers gripped Solo’s shirt at the shoulders, and he threw his head back, panting for air through parted lips. Sure, he might have known what sex was. But he’d been in no way prepared for it.

Before he realized what was really going on, Solo’s other hand had joined the first one on Duo’s ass, and he’d leaned forward far enough to lay the boy down on his back. Drawing his legs up into the air, Solo slid Duo’s shorts off over his thin legs, tossing them to the side with one hand, while the other held the boy’s ankles in the air, pushing them up until they were above Duo’s head. The sight was heavenly; a blushing angel, legs up and slightly spread, offering his treasures to him.

Bringing his gaze up to meet Duo’s eyes, Solo bent down over the boy’s prone form, parting his lips to graze his tongue over the back of one thigh. Nibbling a little less than gently, he took great pleasure in the shivers running through the body beneath him. Goosebumps were appearing on Duo’s flesh, but Solo had a sure cure for those.

Wrapping his arms around Duo’s thighs, Solo lifted the boy’s lower body into the air, his tongue making a wet path down the underside of one milky thigh. Duo continued to watch him with almost fearful eyes; he could claim to know these adult things, but word of mouth just didn’t compare to experience. “It’s okay,” Solo murmured against the flesh beneath his lips, nipping the skin gently. “You’re gonna love it, I promise,” he continued, his fingers wrapping nimbly around Duo’s erection, teasing over it slowly. Moans lifted from Duo’s body, his back arching further and bending him body to angles only someone so young and lithe could handle.

Properly distracted, Duo didn’t quite notice as Solo’s lips coasted further down along his thigh; that is, he didn’t notice it until a wet tongue was slipping its way down the skin between groin and ass. He writhed suddenly, pleasure sending short sparks of need through his lower body as that ever so sensitive skin was manipulated. He thought he’d see stars from that alone. But it was almost too much, almost too out of his realm of understanding, when he felt that same tongue slide over his entrance, so gentle, almost coaxing. Coaxing for wha – oh. Oh, and did it ever feel good, when that very tongue finally pressed into him, wiggling around within the confines of the tight ring of muscle.

“OhgodsSolodon’tstopit’ssoooogood..!” Duo stammered, clutching handfuls of pillow in both fists. No wonder at all that he would be talkative during sex, after all, he never shut up otherwise. Not that Solo didn’t appreciate the constant approval being voiced. No guessing with this guy; if he did something wrong, he was sure Duo would let him know.

Grasping Duo’s arousal more tightly with one hand, he stroked its length, thumb pressing against its head with each pass of his fist. Duo voiced more enthusiastic moans, hips bucking the best they could in his current position. Solo’s other hand slid around the younger boy’s thigh, holding that side of his weight up by one cheek of his behind. Slowly removing his tongue, Solo teased the saliva slicked entrance with his index finger, pressing in at the same time his hand tightened further on Duo’s erection.

“AH! Solo!” Twisting around in the suspended grip Solo had him in, Duo nearly crooned, everything in his body growing a lot more tight within a matter of seconds. Sensing the change, Solo lowered the boy’s body back to the pillow, moving to pose his body right above his young friend’s prone form. It only took a brief moment to slide his own shorts down, not bothering to push them past his thighs. And as much as he wanted to screw Duo’s brains out, he wouldn’t hurt the boy, he absolutely refused. So with only a finger still lodged in the boy’s tight warmth, he grasped both of their erections in his ‘free’ hand, stroking quick and hard, his own body needing release just as badly as Duo.

“AHSoloPleasepleasepl-AHhhh….”

And Duo’s body twisted, squirmed, and arched… Solo’s name torn from the younger boy’s throat as an orgasm ripped through him, spilling his seed over his own stomach and chest, as well as Solo’s hand. The sight of it, the very thought of it really, coaxed a similar reaction out of Solo, although he didn’t scream. Instead, he moaned Duo’s name, adding his seed to the mess on Duo’s body before collapsing. He did managed to roll to the side before he fell, ending to rest on his side next to the boy on the pillow.

Neither of them said anything for a while. Heavy breathing was the only real sound in the room, unless you counted the constant city noises coming from beyond the walls. Grinning contentedly, Solo finally reached over, catching the boy up in his arms and pulling him close. Duo turned with a sedated sluggishness, curling his arms up between their bodies. Solo stroked his hair slowly, resting his chin on the top of the younger boy’s head.

“Solo,” Duo whispered, interrupted by a yawn, which Solo just had to grin about. “Solo… why’d you do that?” Duo continued, tucking his head further under his friend’s chin. He didn’t seem concerned, just curious.

“Well, it cured your boredom, right?” Solo replied, his own voice a bit slow and quiet.

He didn’t receive an answer.

Already fast asleep, Duo mumbled something incoherent, and Solo chuckled, curling up around the boy and contenting himself with just being with him. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

“Guess it’s true.. boredom –is- a blessing..”

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