Slow Drift
by Stacy
"Jesus Christ!" Duo swore as the lieutenant left the
COM station in Cargo Bay 5. "I thought she'd never
leave."
Heero only grunted in response as he watched the ion
gauges. Ignoring Duo's complaint, he said, "Internal
pressure has stabilized." The Japanese agent grabbed
the low-no g pen from where it floated by the
inspection chart and initialed the document. Flipping
the pen to his partner, Heero said, "Sign off and
we'll be ready for docking."
Duo caught the pen easily. He floated over to the
chart and quickly initialed after Heero. He checked
the chrono over the gauges and grinned. The American
placed his gloved palm against Heero's chest and
pushed until his partner's back was pressed into the
bulkhead.
"Hmmm," he breathed, leaning forward so his breath
tickled Heero's lips, "Lieutenant Snyder fucked my
plans to have my wicked way with you in the cargo
bay." He licked his partner's bottom lip, smiling
inwardly at the blue-eyed man's sudden intake of
breath. "But I still have 15 minutes. Whaddya think
Une will say when her top agent shows up," Duo paused
to lick the corners of Heero's mouth then trail his
lips along his partner's jaw to his throat. After
nipping at the soft skin, the braided man continued,
"with a giant hickey? Mmmmm?"
Heero only panted in response, lifting his chin to
expose more skin for his partner to tease. The
American chuckled the gesture, and then rewarded him
by sucking the tender skin harder. Heero was on fire;
just as it seemed like he would melt, Duo broke away
with a laugh.
Swearing at his partner, Heero fumbled for the safety
handholds as he tried to regain his equilibrium. "Damn
it, Maxwell!"
Duo only smirked in response, dropping one eyelid in a
slow, sultry wink. He twisted gracefully, and with a
kick against the frame, he sailed into the vast space
of the cargo bay. Coasting to a slow stop, he twisted
around to face Heero. He beckoned to the Japanese
Preventer with a crooked finger and sexy grin. His
braid snaked out behind him, swaying from the force of
his movements.
Heero grumbled "tease" before pushing off the wall to
join his partner. He had to restrain the desire to
launch himself at the longhaired man; neither of them
needed to go crashing into the far wall. Heero
misjudged the trajectory, but Duo caught him as he
approached. The movement caused them to spin slowly as
they wrapped around each other, tangling arms and
legs.
Holding onto his partner's shoulder with one hand,
Heero lifted one knee and rubbed the inside of his
thigh along the other man's. He reached up to cup the
braided man?s cheek and murmured gruffly, "Finish what
you started."
Duo's delighted laugh was cut off as Heero's mouth
sought his. He deepened the kiss, hand moving
restlessly over the slick material of the blue-eyed
man's flight suit. He pulled his partner against his
body, hands questing lower to squeeze Heero's ass. Duo
reveled in the sound as the other agent moaned. There
were times when he thought he lived to make his
normally taciturn partner moan like that.
Heero nipped at the Duo's lips, distracting him from
his thoughts. The warm lips and agile tongue of his
partner abolished all hope of further coherent
thought, and Duo let it go without regret. The two men
lost themselves in the kiss.
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"Two minutes until docking sequence initializes.
Secure loose items and fasten restraints," intoned a
pleasantly generic voice over the ship's com.
"Duo," Heero panted, trying to get his attention.
"Damn it, Duo, we've got to?ah!" Heero cried out as
his partner slid a thigh between his legs. "Ah! Duo!"
He tangled his hands in Duo?s hair, pulling the other
man away from his neck. "We have to get back to the
com station."
Lust clouded blue eyes stared into his for a moment
before Duo returned to his self-appointed mission to
give Heero a hickey he wouldn?t be able to hide. The
com crackled, "Thirty seconds?mark." Heero swore as
the countdown continued, reaching into the thigh
pocket of his flight suit. Retrieving the small CO2
canister, he made sure he had a firm grip on his
partner, and then snapped the tip off of the valve.
The two men went flying back towards the com station
with the count down rising above the increasing clamor
of the docking machinery powering up.
The next minute was a blur as both men wedged
themselves into the small space and grabbed the safety
handholds. The deafening noise and vibration continued
for a few minutes as the two men clung to each other
and the handholds.
Silence fell, then a laughing voice said, "Can we do
that again?"
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