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Sunlight streamed in the window, falling across the bed and its occupants. One of them grumbled and pulled the covers up over his head, pulling them off the other person in the process. Heero just smiled; he was already awake, and was enjoying watching Duo sleep. Leaning over, he pulled the covers off Duo's face, and kissed him gently. Duo mumbled, and Heero kissed him again.
"Good morning, Duo," Heero whispered in the other boy's ear.
"Mmmm... morning," Duo replied sleepily, opening one violet eye. He peered at Heero, then experimentally opened the other eye. "Too bright," he complained.
"You never were a morning person, Duo," Heero laughed, wrapping his arms around the longhaired boy and holding him tight.
"I could certainly get used to waking up like this, though," smiled Duo, nuzzling the cobalt-eyed boy's neck.
"You'd better get used to it," Heero promised, "Because I'm not letting you go again."
"Good," sighed Duo, snuggling closer.
Heero closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Duo's warm body next to his. He wanted to stay like this forever, but he knew they were expected for breakfast soon.
When he had finally managed to carry a half-asleep Duo and their clothes back to Duo's room, the closest, he had found that his things had already been moved to Duo's room. Apparently their activities had not gone unnoticed. There was also a note from Quatre, inviting them both to join the others for breakfast in one of the dining rooms at 9 am. Heero smiled at Quatre's thoughtfulness, tucked Duo into bed, and collapsed beside him.
Now, it was nearly 8 am, and even though they had only had a few hours of sleep, Heero had never felt better. Duo had forgiven him, and they had confessed their love, and made love. Duo was in his arms, just where he was supposed to be. Where he would stay, as long as Duo put up with him.
"I love you, Duo," Heero whispered, still amazed at the newness of the words.
Duo raised his head to look seriously into Heero's eyes. "It wasn't a dream, then," he said wonderingly. Heero smiled. Duo smiled back. "I love you, Heero. I always have."
"Even when you shot me?" Heero teased gently.
"Even then. Or I wouldn't have missed vital areas!" Duo laughed.
As wonderful as holding Duo was, Heero was becoming aware of the fact that they were slightly... sticky. And they needed to get going. "Duo? Can I interest you in a shower?"
Duo looked at Heero with a mischievous look. "Together?"
"Of course," Heero answered.
"You got it!" Duo bounced up out of the bed, pulling Heero with him, into the lavish bathroom. "Quatre sure knows how to live!"
Heero looked around the white marble room and had to agree. Too bad they didn't have more time, he thought wistfully as he admired the Jacuzzi.
Duo adjusted the shower, and the two boys climbed in. There was plenty of room.
"Mmm, this feels so good," Duo sighed, standing under the nearly scalding water.
Heero watched Duo sensuously enjoy the water, his head thrown back to wet his hair, arms up over his head, lithe body stretched and arched back...he couldn't resist, and pressed his body against Duo's, grinding his erection against the other boy.
Duo moaned and rubbed his equally hard arousal against Heero, still luxuriating under the running water.
Heero grabbed the shampoo and moved behind Duo. He squeezed out some and began washing Duo's long hair.
"Oh, Heero!" If Duo could have purred, he would have. Heero continued to wash Duo's hair, being careful not to get any in his eyes. He used the opportunity to touch as much of Duo's sensitive body as possible. At the same time, he rubbed his hard cock against Duo's shampoo-slickened ass. It glided easily, up and down Duo's cleft. Both boys moaned.
Heero rinsed Duo's hair, then wrapped his arms around the other boy from behind. He ran his hands down over Duo's wet body, brushing against Duo's nipples and stopping just short of his aching arousal.
Duo moaned in protest and pushed back against Heero's hardness, trying to entice him to continue. But Heero stopped, and Duo pouted, then had an idea. Grabbing the shampoo, Duo turned around and proceeded to wash Heero's hair. This position meant that he rubbed his arousal against Heero's nearly constantly, as he reached up to lather and rinse Heero's hair.
Heero closed his eyes and tried not to cry out as the longhaired boy teased him mercilessly. Finally, Duo was finished with his hair, and Heero could take it no longer. He grabbed Duo's ass, pulling the other boy hard against him, grinding their erections together. Duo melted into the embrace, pressing his mouth against Heero's, exploring his mouth with abandon. The water poured over them both, but did nothing to quench their desire. Both boys broke away from the kiss gasping, still thrusting against each other, sweet friction driving them crazy with need.
Pulling back slightly, Heero dropped his hand to Duo's arousal, squeezing and starting to pump slowly. Duo threw his head back and moaned as Heero stroked him. He snaked his hand down to Heero's hardness and wrapped his hand around its length. Now it was Heero's turn to moan. Seeing such a wanton look of desire on the normally stoic boy's face was intoxicating to Duo. Duo stroked faster, and captured Heero's mouth in a sizzling kiss.
Alternately kissing and panting with need, the two boys pumped each other faster, thrusting uncontrollably into one another's hands as their climaxes approached. With their free hands they clutched at each other, caressing and stimulating.
Heero buried his hand in Duo's cascading locks; he was so close. Duo's hand held him just right, stroked just the right place, squeezed with just the right strength. He lost himself in what Duo was doing to him, unconsciously pumping the other boy with exactly the same rhythm.
Duo clung to Heero; the strong hand was his universe, stroking his most sensitive part and giving him ecstasy. All his dreams were coming true; he had Heero's hands on him, he had pleasure, he had Heero's love. Nothing else mattered.
Lost in mutual passion, the two boys sought completion. Stroking hands lost their smooth rhythm as each tried to bring the other to climax first.
Heero opened his eyes to gaze into violet depths, and that was his undoing; gasping Duo's name, he climaxed, pulsing in Duo's hand, hot seed lost in the shower's warmth. Heero's knees nearly buckled as waves of euphoria enveloped him; his hand automatically kept stroking Duo.
Duo looked into Heero's eyes as the other boy came; those eyes and that voice calling his name drove him to completion. The longhaired boy thrust one last time into his love's hand, and cried out; Heero's name came from his lips and passion pulsed from his throbbing cock.
They stood like that for neither knew how long, waves of passion subsiding slowly. Gradually, their arms came up to embrace each other shakily; trying to recover from those few intense moments they held each other tightly.
"Love you, Heero," mumbled Duo softly.
"I love you too," whispered Heero.
After a few moments, they rinsed themselves off, turned off the water and grabbed some fluffy towels. Drying each other off made them hard again, but Heero insisted they get to breakfast, and Duo's stomach agreed. Duo dried his hair as much as possible. They threw on some clothes and made their way downstairs.
Continued in part 19