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Heero took a deep breath; he was coming on too strong, he knew it. He needed
to get himself under control. But the arousal throbbing inside his tight
jeans made it difficult to think about anything but the longhaired boy so
close to him. He had to say it. "I mean that you're beautiful, Duo."
Duo stared at him; sensations washed over him, from the burning touch of
Heero's hands on his skin, to the heat rolling in waves off the other boy, to
the stunning words that had just come from those amazing lips. "I... I am?"
he said incredulously, completely taken off guard.
Heero nodded, unable to speak any more. He moved closer, until their lips
were only inches apart. The rational part of his mind berated him for moving
so fast with a total stranger, but that was drowned out by the endorphins
rushing through his young body. His body was crying out for him to kiss the
beautiful boy, and to hell with the consequences.
Duo held his breath as Heero moved closer; his mind was unable to process
what was happening to him right now. He was no longer thinking, and his cock
ached with need. Heero smelled incredibly good. He wanted Heero to kiss him,
wanted it badly; wanted it so much that he could think of nothing else.
"Heero..." he whispered, entranced.
Heero held himself back, barely, and made himself whisper, "Is this okay,
Duo? May I kiss you?"
Duo could barely believe his ears. Heero, his dream, his fantasy, asking
permission to kiss him? If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. Not
trusting his voice at this point, he nodded.
Heero gently brushed his lips against Duo's, just barely touching them, and
Duo thought they felt like warm silk. Wanting more of the touch, he leaned
forward, deepening the kiss. Heaven, Heero was in heaven, the kind of heaven
he had only dreamed of. He felt Duo respond to him, felt him move forward.
Heero brought up one hand and gently touched a strand of chestnut silk; it
felt as soft as it looked.
They pulled back finally, two sets of glazed eyes staring at each other. Duo
sat back against the seat back, and brought his hand up to touch his lips,
where Heero's mouth had just been. "That was my first kiss," he murmured,
"I know," smiled Heero. "I'm glad I was the one to give it to you, Duo."
"It was amazing," Duo said happily.
"Yes, it was," agreed Heero. He looked down, remembering who he was, and
said, "For what it's worth, it was the first time I kissed someone I wanted
to kiss." Truthfully, he hadn't even kissed many times. It wasn't what his
fans were interested in.
Duo realized what was bothering Heero, and it was his turn to reassure the
other boy. "I understand, Heero. That means a lot to me."
Heero raised his head, hope shining in his eyes. Could this be real? Could it
be possible for them to have a real relationship?
The waiter chose that moment to exit the kitchen with plates of food. Heero
and Duo exchanged disappointed looks, but separated and tried to concentrate
on their lunch. It wasn't easy. All Duo could think about was the feeling of
Heero's lips on his, and how he wanted that mouth all over him. He blushed
slightly at his own thought. All Heero could think about was the feeling of
that gorgeous hair, and how he wanted to feel it cascade over his naked body.
He looked at Duo, and smiled at the flushed look he received in return. It
seemed as if they were both thinking of the same thing.
They ate, and talked; Duo asked Heero what kind of music he liked, and the
two boys found they shared much of the same taste in music. They talked about
different subjects, and Heero was amazed how easily they moved from one topic
to another. Admittedly, it was Duo who was doing most of the talking, but he
felt more at ease than he had ever felt around anyone. They talked as easily
in person as they did online; only occasionally, they would falter, and find
they were staring deep into each other's eyes once again.
They finished their food, and Heero insisted on paying. Duo tried to protest;
after all, the restaurant had been his idea. But Heero wouldn't change his
mind, and Duo gave up his argument. Duo felt sad suddenly; the meal was
ending; they were that much closer to parting. They had only just met, but
already, the thought of being away from the other boy was making his heart
Heero was feeling similarly. He tried to think of a way to stretch their
"date." He remembered that they were quite close to the beach. "Would you
like to take a walk on the beach, Duo?" Heero asked as he signed the credit
Duo cheered up. "That's a great idea! We can leave your car right here, and
just walk. Is that ok?"
"Sure," Heero answered, getting up from the booth and offering his hand to
Blushing slightly, Duo put his hand in Heero's, and they walked out of the
restaurant. Heero paused to thank the hostess formally, and they bowed to
each other. Then Heero held the door for Duo. Duo led the way up the slight
hill that led to the beach. They made their way down the narrow steps, and
Duo said, "You might want to take off your shoes, Heero." He leaned down and
slipped off his own.
Slightly distracted by Duo's ass in the shorts as he bent over, Heero finally
realized what Duo was saying. "Uh, right," he agreed, and Duo looked up to
see Heero still looking at his ass. Duo giggled to himself.
They left their shoes on a rock, and walked down to the water's edge. Heero
rolled up his jeans slightly, and they walked for a while in happy silence.
Heero watched as Duo's hair blew in the gentle breeze, and he reached out to
catch the other boy's hand in his. Duo looked startled for a second, then
relaxed, thrilling at the contact with the other boy.
They walked along; the beach was fairly quiet here. The only visible people
were a few scattered surfers floating out past the breakers, more interested
in their own conversation than the perfect wave. To Duo, it was heaven; like
their own private world. He had to say something. He stopped, and faced
Heero, not letting go of the other boy's hand. Heero looked at him curiously.
"Is something wrong, Duo?"
Duo shook his head. "No, not at all. It's been perfect! I just... don't want
it to end."
Heero said softly, "Neither do I, Duo." And he took the longhaired boy's
other hand, pulling him closer, until their bodies were no more than an inch
apart. Leaning forward, he once again pressed his mouth against Duo's.
A small whimper escaped from Duo's mouth as Heero kissed him. He couldn't
remember wanting anything this much, and it was happening. He felt himself
harden; the most beautiful boy in the world's mouth was on his. He
unconsciously leaned forward, pressing his lips harder against Heero's. He
brought his hands up and put them gently on Heero's shoulders. The feel of
the solid muscles under the shirt aroused him further. Then he felt Heero's
tongue trace his lips, and he opened his mouth.
Heero wasn't sure whether he should try to push the kiss farther, but when he
felt Duo's hands on him, and heard the sexy sounds he was making, he couldn't
help himself. He asked for access, and it was granted. His cock pushed
against his tight jeans as he slipped his tongue inside the longhaired boy's
mouth. Duo tasted incredible, and he gently plundered that sweet mouth as he
wrapped his arms around the other boy.
Duo melted; he surrendered to Heero, and pressed his body to the other boy's.
He wanted to feel Heero against him. The reality of the other boy's body
against his was better than any dream, and he moaned when he felt the
hardness against his own. Heero wanted him, just like he wanted Heero.
Heero tightened his grip on Duo as he felt the other boy press against him.
He could hardly believe he was holding this delicate boy in his arms. He was
kissing another person, of his own choice; he had always thought this kind of
romantic kiss never happened. And Duo wanted him. He could feel how much Duo
wanted him; the other boy was rubbing his erection against his answering
hardness, and it felt incredible. Heero broke the kiss, finally, panting; he
stared into Duo's beautiful eyes. "Duo..." he whispered, overcome with new
emotions. "I... I want... need... to see you again."
"Oh, Heero," sighed Duo. "I don't want you to leave."
"Neither do I," answered Heero. "Can..." he hesitated, unsure how good an
idea bringing Duo into his world was, but unable to help himself. "Can you
come up to LA? Soon?"
Duo found himself nodding before he was able to think. Whatever it took, he
would see Heero again. "When?"
Heero grinned hopefully and said, "Tomorrow?"
Duo agreed immediately. "I'll be there."
"Seriously?" Heero's heart leapt at the thought. "How will you get there?"
Duo smiled. "I can take the bus, or the train. I've done that before."
"But... what about your parents?" Heero asked apprehensively.
Duo thought fast. "I know! I can have the home phone forward to my cel phone.
I'll tell them I'm going to see a friend, and maybe stay the night. I just
won't say where."
Heero tried to ignore the way his body reacted to the idea of Duo staying the
night. "If you're sure, then..."
Duo nodded vigorously. "It will be fine. I'll get the 8:30 train up, it gets
in around 11am. Can you come pick me up, or tell me where to meet you?"
"I'll pick you up at the station, and we can have lunch. I have to work
later, but we'll work it out. Does that sound ok?" Heero asked hopefully.
Duo plastered himself to Heero, hugging him tightly. "It sounds perfect!" he
cried, burying his face in Heero's neck. He thought to himself, in less than
a day I'll see him again...
Heero held the longhaired boy tightly, already missing him. He couldn't wait
until tomorrow. He didn't know how he would survive until then. He knew he
was falling, hard.
On the cliff above the beach, a lone figure watched the two boys embrace,
chuckling to himself with evil intent.
Continued in part 8