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Heero couldn't suppress the sounds of the pleasure that Duo was delivering to
him. He dimly heard Treize find his completion, but he didn't care any more;
Duo was touching him, it was right, it was meant to be. He forgot where he
was, the whole world paled to insignificance next to their touch. Duo
stroked, and Heero felt; their eyes locked, and Heero mouthed, "Love you."
Duo's mouth dropped open in shock as he thought he had misread Heero's lips;
then a deep voice cut across them, preventing his answer. "Stop." Treize has
risen and made his way over to the two boys, realizing it was almost too
late. "Great job, Duo. Now we have pictures to take."
Duo stood up slowly, removing his hands from Heero reluctantly. He let his
hair fall forward, masking his face from Treize, and he smiled at Heero,
Heero's heart leapt with joy even as his cock pulsed in frustration; Duo's
smile was like a ray of light that pierced the darkness of his heart. He
tried to suppress his own answering smile, and got up. He went over to the
set and began lifting the weights.
Duo stepped back, trying not to smile giddily. He still couldn't take his
eyes off Heero's perfect body, and his own cock throbbed with need, but he
had hope, for once. He knew, though, that they had to hide their true
feelings from Treize. The man would never willingly allow them to be
together. Duo had no idea how, but somehow they would be together. He knew it.
The camera snapped away, and Heero threw himself into his work, pumping up
his muscles, bending over, flexing and stretching. He knew how to show off
his body for the camera, but this time he was doing it for Duo. His oiled
body shone under the lights, and his rock hard cock glistened with his
excitement. His frustration made him bolder, and he was no longer ashamed
that Duo was seeing him like this. In fact, it was adding to his frustration
every time he looked up to see the longhaired boy standing there, hard cock
stretching his shorts, beautiful hair cascading around him, violet eyes fixed
only on him. He wanted Duo, wanted him badly, and no one, not even Treize,
would stand in his way.
Duo watched as Heero posed; he almost whimpered at the aura of sexuality the
other boy projected. Heero could turn on a corpse without really trying, and
watching the cobalt-eyed boy look like that, now with a promise of more, was
almost too much.
For the final shots, Heero reclined on the weight bench, one leg up, the
other on the floor, legs spread. He fixed his eyes on Duo as he dragged his
hand down his own chest, slowly nearing his dripping arousal. He knew he
would have no problem climaxing for the camera this time; the trick would be
to make it last long enough to satisfy the photographer. He was so close
already, from the delightful torture Duo's hands had put him through. He went
as slowly as possible, actually looking forward to touching himself, but not
because of the camera. Duo's eyes on him were all he needed; he wanted him to
see that his ecstasy was caused by the longhaired boy alone.
Duo moved to a new vantage point and watched, kneeling on a couch, leaning
over the back to look directly at Heero. His cock throbbed, and he
unconsciously started rocking his hips against the back of the couch and he
tried not to gasp as the friction teased his trapped length. He watched as
Heero wrapped his hand around his dripping cock; he knew just what that cock
felt like now, had memorized the velvet hardness in the few moments he had
stroked its length. He whimpered, slipping his hand inside his shorts,
adjusting his cock so it stood straight up, and he continued rocking. His
excitement lubricated his erection, and Duo found just the right position. He
rocked faster, looking up to lock eyes with Heero as the boy pumped his cock
slowly. He watched as Heero's mouth parted slightly, and a pink tongue darted
out to moisten his lips. Duo's eyes fixed on that mouth, and looking up, he
wanted to stare into those cobalt eyes forever. He rocked faster, unable to
stop his building climax, watching Heero bring on his own.
Oblivious to the new connection between the two boys, Treize watched avidly
as Heero performed. He was just about to break through, he knew it; the bids
were getting higher, and he soon would be one of the major players in the
industry. He praised the day he picked up a muddy hitchhiker on the side of
the road and put him in front of a camera. Heero was going to be a star, and
he was going to be rich. His passion momentarily sated, he let his gaze
travel over the young boy. He once again congratulated himself on his own
Heero pumped faster; looking at Duo, he could see that the longhaired boy was
seeking his own release. The beautiful boy was flushed as he rocked his hips,
thrusting against the couch, his hand buried in his shorts. Heero let himself
imagine that instead of thrusting into his own hand, he was thrusting into
that tight body. That thought, and the violet eyes gazing at him while he
stroked his cock, took him over the edge. Sharp pleasure spread from his
cock, pulsing hot passion over his smooth chest. He kept pumping, coaxing out
every drop, letting every feeling come through to his beautiful face. Not for
the camera, but for Duo.
Duo watched Heero find his completion, wishing he could touch the other boy,
feel Heero above him, under him, in him... Duo wanted Heero's hands all over
him, wanted to surrender. His last thought before he climaxed was of what it
would be like to feel Heero behind him pressing his hard cock against his
ass, pinning him to a wall. He kept his eyes fixed on Heero as he gave in to
pleasure. He gasped quietly as he released, bittersweet passion mixed with
longing. He wanted more.
"That's perfect," the photographer's voice cut into Heero's daze.
"Great job as always, gorgeous," Treize said from the end of the bench,
letting his eyes travel over the sleek body before him, promising.
Heero declined to comment, grabbing a robe and walking off to the dressing
room, turning at the last moment and sparing a quick smile for Duo, who was
trying to clean himself up.
Heero showered quickly, not wanting to leave Duo alone with Treize for too
long. He knew the older man was up to something. And for once Heero thought
he knew what to do about it.
He exited the room, to find Treize trying his best to charm Duo, who looked
Treize was saying, "So what do you think, Duo? Is it something you think you
might want to do? As you can see, I take very good care of my boys..." He
trailed off as he noticed Heero had returned. "Don't I, Heero?"
Heero ignored Treize's question. "I'm tired."
Duo looked at Heero; the beautiful boy's messy hair was still damp, and his
skin was flushed from the shower. He was wearing faded jeans and a tank top.
He looked perfect. He was also giving Duo a small smile, hidden from Treize.
Duo tried his best not to smile back. "I'm tired too. I'll think about it,
ok?" This last was directed toward Treize.
Treize smiled insincerely. "Take as much time as you need, sweetheart. I'd
love to see what the two of you look like together, on camera..." he trailed
off, and Heero glared at him. "See you tomorrow then?"
Heero nodded, and looked at Duo. "You still need a place to stay?" he said,
as roughly as he could manage.
Duo hoped he was playing this right. "Yeah, if you don't mind," he mumbled,
"Let's go, then," he said, and walked off, not looking to see if the
longhaired boy was following.
Treize watched them go, chuckling to himself. He loved his work.
As soon as they got outside, and out of sight, Heero stopped and turned to
Duo. "Are you ok?" he asked with concern, completely unlike he had been
acting inside the studio. He looked at Duo; the longhaired boy was so
heartbreakingly beautiful, he just wanted to take him in his arms, and hold
Duo smiled. This was the boy he knew that he loved. "Yes. Are you?"
Heero answered, "I will be. Very soon. But right now I'm starving. Want to
get something to eat?"
Duo laughed. "Always!"
After they were seated and ordered, Heero looked seriously at Duo. "You know
what Treize wants, don't you, Duo?"
Duo blushed and opened his mouth, but Heero laughed. "Other than that!" Duo
shook his head.
"He wants us to pose together," explained Heero, and Duo blushed further.
"I... don't know..." Duo stammered. He wanted nothing more than to touch
Heero again, but not like that, in front of Treize and the camera.
"I don't want to either," Heero said, and Duo's face fell. Heero realized
this, and rushed to correct himself. "I mean I don't want to for Treize! I do
want to..." he smiled at Duo, and the other boy relaxed. "But this might be
my chance to get away from him."
Duo frowned. "I don't get it," he said.
So Heero explained.
They talked for hours, sitting in the restaurant long after they had finished
their meal. They had a plan, and for once Heero was looking forward to the
future. The future with Duo. He suddenly realized it was getting late.
"Duo? It's late. I understand if you don't want to stay with me," Heero said.
Duo smiled shyly. "I'd like to stay with you, if it's ok."
Heero smiled back, and gently put his hand over Duo's on the table and said,
"I'm glad." They gazed at each other for a long moment, both allowing
themselves to hope for the future.
They drove back to Heero's place, and Duo said, "I'd like to take a shower if
that's ok... I'm still kind of... sticky," he finished, blushing. Even though
they had shared so much, talking about it still embarrassed him a bit.
Heero smiled and said, "Sure! Use the one in the master suite, it's nicer.
I'll be out here if you need me." Heero sat on the couch and picked up a book.
"Thanks," Duo said, and made his way to the big bathroom. It truly was
beautiful, all green marble and cream-colored tile. There was a separate
shower and a huge Jacuzzi tub, which Duo eyed wistfully. His mind wandered as
he thought of soaking in that tub with Heero... reaching under the bubbles,
caressing the other boy... he realized with a start that he was standing in
the middle of the bathroom and getting aroused. Sighing, he got ready to
shower, trying to get the images out of his head. He was down to his shorts
when he heard a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," He said, and Heero opened the door.
"Um..." Heero looked unsure, and looked at the floor. "Don't take this the
wrong way, Duo, but..." he forced himself to look up at the longhaired boy as
he said, "I was wondering if you'd like to have a soak in the Jacuzzi? With
Duo didn't know what to say. He wanted to, so badly...
"Just a Jacuzzi, nothing more, Duo," Heero smiled. "I don't want you to feel
uncomfortable. You don't have to. I just thought it would be relaxing." Heero
didn't add that he wanted to be close to Duo, any way he could.
Duo wanted this, but he was afraid his body would betray him. He joked, "Are
you sure you trust me?"
Heero smiled at him. He knew how much Duo liked his smile, and he wanted to
put the other boy at ease. "I trust you, with my life, Duo. I don't know how,
and I don't know why, but I love you." And he stepped forward, pressing his
lips to Duo's, softly. He pulled back and looked into glazed violet eyes.
"But we don't have to do anything more than take a bath."
Duo's lips were still tingling from Heero's kiss; he couldn't think straight.
He nodded, unable to refuse Heero anything. The cobalt-eyed boy casually
stripped off his shirt as he walked over to the tub. He bent over, turning on
the water and adjusting it. Without looking around, he said, "I like the
water hot. Is that ok with you, Duo?"
Duo was busy watching the play of muscles on Heero's back, and his jean-clad
ass, as he was bent forward. His brain finally processed what the other boy
had said, and as Heero looked back over his shoulder with an amused smile,
Duo finally managed to say, "I like it hot. I mean, hot water is fine." He
blushed once again.
Heero straightened up, walking back toward the longhaired boy. They faced
each other, each shirtless, and the tension built. Duo found he was holding
his breath as Heero reached down to unfasten his jeans.
"Are you sure you're ok with this, Duo?" Heero asked, knowing the other boy
was hesitant. Duo had seen Heero naked several times before, but that was in
the studio, with other people around. Now they were all alone, and no one
would stop them from doing anything they wanted. They had already shared some
very passionate moments. Remembering Duo's hands all over him, Heero was
already quite aroused. Duo would be able to see that as soon as he took off
his pants. He wasn't sure if that would reassure the other boy or frighten
him. One way to find out. He waited for Duo to nod yes, and he let the jeans
drop, stepping out of them. He wore nothing underneath.
Duo swallowed, trying with all his will not to look down. He lost. Heero's
cock was as beautiful as he remembered, and it was standing straight up.
"Heero," he whispered.
Heero tried to reassure Duo. "It's been like that since I first met you,
every time I'm near you, Duo. I'm sorry, but you have an incredible effect on
me. Like I said, though, we don't have to do anything more than take a bath.
I can control myself," he finished, hoping that was true.
Duo laughed softly. "I'm not sure I can control myself, Heero. I'm not
worried about you." He looked back up into Heero's eyes as he took off his
shorts, throwing them aside with shaky hands. He also wore no underwear, and
he was hard as a rock.
"Oh god, Duo, you're beautiful," Heero breathed as he let his eyes roam over
the other boy's unclothed body for the first time. Duo was perfection; his
body was slim yet muscled, firm and creamy skin peeked through the shimmering
hair. The longhaired boy was his ultimate fantasy, the kind of lover he had
dreamed of since he had become aware of love. His arousal glistened, calling
for Heero to touch it... but he resisted. He wanted so badly to do everything
with Duo, but they needed to take their time. Everything else in his life had
been rushed, happening too soon; this one thing, his first love, would be
perfect, and he needed to make it perfect for Duo as well. It was worth all
the frustration; no quick satisfaction for them. It would be all the better
when it finally happened. He had to tempt fate though... he had to touch. He
stepped forward, brushing his lips against Duo's once more. Then he deepened
the kiss; Duo gasped as he felt Heero's cock against his, and as the other
boy opened his mouth, Heero slipped his tongue gently in.
Duo was drowning; his only lifeline was Heero's body. He brought his hands up
to Heero's shoulders, sliding his hands over the soft skin before looping
them around the other boy's neck, settling closer to him. He pressed the
length of his body against Heero's; it felt so right to be touching like
this. Never in his life had he dreamed a simple kiss could feel this good.
His heart and body ached with love and need for Heero. He never wanted to
stop kissing him. And he knew, at least for now, that it would be enough.
They would go father when they were ready. He wanted it badly, but he could
wait. As long as they could still kiss, and touch, like this, he could wait.
Heero pulled back, panting; his body cried for more but he knew it wasn't the
right time. He took Duo's hand and led him to the tub, and they stepped in
carefully. The water felt exquisite, almost too hot but just right. Heero
pushed the button and the jets started pumping a mixture of air and water
out, creating relaxing streams of bubbles. They sank down into the water,
facing each other, never letting go of each other's hands.
Duo let the water soothe his body, but his heart was still racing. Here he
was, with Heero, and they were both naked, aroused and in love. It was almost
too good to be true. The last few days had been a rush of emotions and
hormones, a jumble of feelings that his young body and mind hadn't quite
sorted out yet. But his heart knew that he wanted to be with Heero. He let
the other boy pull him close, and he slid into Heero's lap. He could feel the
other boy's body against him as well as the tingling bubbles; he felt Heero's
arms wrap around him and he felt happy at last.
Heero held Duo, hope rising in his heart that he might have a future with the
beautiful longhaired boy in his arms. He felt protective of him, yet he
wanted to do everything to him as well. But somehow those apparently
conflicting feeling made sense to him. For now, he contented himself with
holding Duo, knowing the other boy wasn't ready for more. He wasn't sure he
was either. They would know when the time was right.
Duo twisted in Heero's embrace, seeking cobalt eyes. He could drown in those
deep blue eyes, happily.
Heero gazed down at Duo, and lowered his head slowly, claiming the other
boy's soft lips in a slow, sensuous kiss. Duo tasted like heaven, and opened
his mouth so easily for him. He almost groaned at the symbolic surrender of
Duo's mouth to his. His cock ached, yearning for the welcoming warmth of
Duo melted into Heero, clinging to the other boy's shoulders for dear life.
He wanted to lose himself in Heero, make the rest of the world go away. Then
there would just be the two of them, and love. He felt Heero's tongue explore
his mouth, felt Heero's arms tighten around him. He never wanted it to stop.
Then Duo's phone started to ring.
"Shit! My parents!" Duo scrambled, dripping, for his pants; the small cel
phone was tucked into the pocket. He had forgotten completely that he had
forwarded the home phone to his cel. His parents were calling to check up on
Heero didn't know what was going on, but he quickly turned off the bubbles
and climbed out of the tub, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Duo from
behind as he fumbled with the phone. Then he stood next to Duo, unsure but
wanting to help.
Duo managed to gather himself and answer the phone. "Hello!" he said, trying
not to sound like he was standing in a porn star's palatial bathroom, naked
and dripping wet, with said porn star next to him. "Hi Mom! I was in the
shower, sorry." It was close to the truth anyway.
Heero listened with concern; the call brought home the precariousness of
their relationship. He was reminded that they were both minors, and he didn't
want Duo to get in trouble because of their relationship. To say that it
would be unacceptable to Duo's parents was the understatement of the year.
Yet there was no way he would give Duo up. He would find a way to make it
work. Luckily, it seemed that Duo could handle his parents; the conversation
seemed normal enough.
Duo thanked whatever gods there were for his powers of conversation; he was
able to rattle on like his normal self, as if there was nothing out of the
ordinary going on. He had to stifle a giggle at the situation, though.
Thankfully, his parents really didn't want to know what was happening with
him, just that everything was ok, and they had decided to stay a few more
days. Duo tried not to sound too enthusiastic in his reassurances. "No
problem, Mom! I'm fine, take all the time you need. You deserve it!" And so
do I, thought Duo, trying as hard as he could not to look at Heero, who he
knew was standing behind him, as naked as he was. The conversation ended, and
Duo turned off the phone with relief. He felt Heero's arms around him and he
sagged back against the other boy. "That was close," he sighed. "But
everything is fine."
Heero held Duo close, a towel the only thing between them. He was surprised
that Duo actually seemed to take comfort in his embrace, even when it wasn't
sexual. It was a new concept for him.
Duo felt so much better, encircled in Heero's strong arms. Everything would
be ok. Somehow.
It wasn't very late, but Heero found he was exhausted from the emotional
rollercoaster he had been on lately. "Want to get some sleep, Duo?" he asked
Duo realized he was tired, too, body and mind. "Yes, I think so, Heero. Is
Heero pulled back and pulled Duo's chin up gently. "Yes. And I'd really love
it if you slept with me. Just sleeping, Duo," he smiled at the look on the
other boy's face. "You can trust me."
Duo grinned back at him, and said, "But can you trust me?"
They both laughed, breaking the tension, and snuggled into Heero's huge bed
together. Both boys wanted each other, but knew it was too soon. Heero's
mind, if not his body, was content with holding the other boy close. He was
trying to make his arousal go away when he heard Duo's soft snore. The
longhaired boy had instantly fallen asleep in his arms. Heero smiled and
drifted off to sleep too.
Continued in part 12