I Touch Myself
Duo ran into the room he and Heero shared, slamming the door behind him. Glad for once the Wing pilot wasn't
there, Duo sighed in frustration. Another mission successfully completed by Gundam pilots 01 and 02. Sometimes it
seemed the scientists had numbered them sequentially just to taunt him.
Heero was already hard at work on his post-mission report, not even bothering to leave his Gundam to type it up.
No "Good job, Duo," or "Thanks for covering my back," from the Perfect Soldier, of course. It wasn't necessary;
they were just doing their job. Duo sighed, flopping down on his bed on his stomach. Why, oh why had he let
himself fall for the cobalt-eyed boy? It wasn't as if Heero would even notice, let alone return those feelings.
Thinking about the Japanese pilot had caused a predictable reaction. Lying on his stomach, Duo became aware of
another erection caused by the oblivious Heero. Duo tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away, but it was a vicious
cycle. Thinking about Heero made him hard, being hard made him think about Heero more, making him harder… until
there was no alternative. Either confess his feelings to Heero or… take care of the problem himself. The former
being impossible, the latter had become a nearly daily exercise for him. Especially after missions with Heero, when
proximity and tension served to enhance Duo's already copious libido.
/I love myself, I want you to love me/
Duo realized that he was unconsciously rubbing himself against the bed, torturing himself with the friction of his
trapped arousal within his clothes. It wasn't enough, though.
/When I feel down, I want you above me/
Duo flipped over on the bed, imagining Heero leaning over him.
/I search myself, I want you to find me/
Duo sighed as he unzipped his pants and slid his hand inside.
/I forget myself, I want you to remind me./
Duo closed his eyes and shuddered slightly as he caressed himself, wishing it were Heero touching him like this.
/I don't want anybody else/
Almost from the time he'd first seen Heero Yuy, the fantasies had begun.
/When I think about you, I touch myself/
Duo wrapped his hand around his arousal, squeezing slightly.
/Oh, I don't want anybody else/
Duo started to stroke, slowly at first, his mind only on Heero. Cobalt eyes, perfect body…
/Oh no, oh no, oh no.../
Duo thought of all the time they had spent together.
/You're the one who makes me come running/
The times he was so sick of the war, and the only consolation was to fight it beside Heero.
/You're the sun who makes me shine/
The rare glimpses of humor, only shown around Duo, he was sure of it.
/When you're around, I'm always laughing/
The times their eyes had locked, if only for the briefest of moments.
/I wanna make you mine./
Duo closed his eyes and thought of Heero's strong hands… touching him like his own were.
/I close my eyes and see you before me/
Duo bit his lip as he slid a hand underneath his shirt to tease his nipples.
/Think I would die if you were to ignore me/
Duo had hinted as much as he could to the Wing pilot. The other three boys were even aware of Duo's feelings for
Heero. Only the perfect soldier remained oblivious and untouchable.
/A fool could see just how much I adore you/
Oh, how Duo would love to touch Heero, show him everything he had dreamed about. Touch that perfect skin…
/I get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you./
Duo longed to taste Heero, to drink in the cobalt-eyed boy's essence, to milk every drop from his ecstasy…
/I don't want anybody else/
Duo stroked faster, his own excitement lubricating his arousal. Lost in thoughts of Heero, above him, his hands all
over him…
/When I think about you, I touch myself/
Duo dared to think farther, of Heero on top of him, spreading his legs apart, kneeling between them…
/Oh, I don't want anybody else/
Duo thought of Heero inside him, filling him, taking him, pounding him… Heero's name spilled from Duo's parted lips
as he climaxed all over himself, a joyful agony, yet incomplete…
/Oh no, oh no, oh no.../
And cobalt eyes widened outside the partially opened door as Heero heard his own name, and saw Duo, and finally
understood…
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