Title: Fitting Behavior
Author: Jade
Pairing: 1x2
Warnings: yaoi, lemon
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell

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It was just about time for Duo's break, but when a new customer walked in, he decided to wait just a bit. It wasn't that he wanted to ogle the man, not at all. Though that body in those clothes was just made for ogling... he chuckled to himself and let the man wander around for a moment before approaching. The store prided itself on its non-pushy salespeople.

Finally, Duo decided the time was right. The man looked clueless. He walked up and smiled pleasantly, saying, "Can I help you with anything, sir?"

The man looked up gratefully. "Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing," he said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Duo's smile widened. The man was even more handsome close up, and he had the nicest blue eyes. "Well, I came over just in time, then," he answered. "What are you looking for? Or do you even know that?" he teased.

The man laughed again. "I do know that much. I need a tux, apparently. My idiot friend's getting married." He said it with just a touch of a sigh, as if he disapproved a little.

Duo picked up on that. "Another one bites the dust, eh?" he said, after quickly checking the man's hand for a ring. No ring.

The man nodded emphatically. "I tried to talk him out of it, but you know..." He shook his head. "Anyway. He says I can't show up like this." He looked down, indicating his current attire, which consisted of black spandex bike shorts and a green tank top. "I don't see what's wrong with it," he complained.

Duo suppressed a giggle. "Nothing wrong with it," he agreed. He enjoyed looking at the man's body, after all. "Looks comfortable."

"It is!" The man looked good-naturedly offended. "And practical. Easy to move in."

Duo nodded. "But not good for a wedding party," he suggested gently.

Heero sighed. "Yeah, apparently. So here I am." He spread his arms wide.

"Well, you came to the right place, Mr..."

"Heero. Please call me Heero."

Duo smiled wider. "You came to the right place, Heero. I will set you up with your tux, and I will do it in the least painless way possible." He wanted to do other things, of course, but that was just his overactive libido speaking.

Heero smiled gratefully. "Thank you..." He peered at the salesman's nametag. "Duo. I'm all yours."

Duo suppressed the salacious comment that bubbled to the surface of his brain and just smiled. He took Heero's sleekly muscled arm, also suppressing a moan at the feel of it, and began to lead him to a private fitting room. "Just step into my office, and I'll take care of you." He wished.

Heero followed along cooperatively. "What do I have to do?" he asked curiously. "I usually just walk in, grab something off the rack, and if it doesn't fit I return it." He smiled a little sheepishly.

"*You* don't have to do anything, Heero," Duo answered, closing the door behind him. Most of their customers appreciated the privacy the rooms afforded them. "I'll just take your measurements. If you've never bought a suit, you won't know what size you need!"

Heero glanced at the closed door a little nervously. "Do I have to get naked or something?" he asked.

Duo almost choked, stopping in the process of pulling out a fabric measuring tape out of a drawer. "Only if you want to," he managed to joke after a moment; damn his imagination and the mental pictures it was giving him!

"Oh," Heero said, looking a bit embarrassed. "I didn't know."

Duo smiled reassuringly at the other man. "It's ok," he said patting him on the shoulder. "Most people just like a bit of privacy when they're fitted." He held up the tape measure.

"Ok," Heero said, smiling back, and Duo decided Heero had a really nice smile. He always did go for the straight boys, damn it.

Duo bit his lip as he stepped closer. "I just have to measure your arms, chest, waist, hips, inseam, things like that," he explained. "I do this all the time. I won't hurt you," he joked. He did do this all the time, and though he was gay, he never took advantage of his position. It was just a job, and most of his customers were fat old men anyway. Well, until today.

Heero nodded, still looking a little apprehensive, and spread his arms. "I'm in your hands, then."

Duo very nearly choked once again. This day was going to be the death of him. Bravely, he stepped closer and began to measure Heero. He started with his arms, thinking that would be relatively safe. But then again, Heero's biceps were absolute perfection, and Duo had to suppress the urge to squeeze them. He measured the length of Heero's arm and noted the number on a small pad of paper. He studied Heero's arms a bit more, then decided he really should measure the circumference as well, just to be sure there was enough room in the sleeve.

"Is something wrong?" Heero inquired, noting Duo's frown.

"Not at all," Duo said brightly, snapping out of his reverie with effort. "I was just thinking, that, um, you have such, um, big biceps that I'd better figure that in too."

"Will that be a problem?" Heero asked curiously, flexing his bicep muscle.

"No, not a problem at all," Duo answered, concerned that his voice seemed to have gone up an octave. He cleared his throat and said, "Just stay that way, and I'll, um, measure your bicep." Heero's arm felt like steel under silk, and Duo touched him only as much as necessary. It seemed to be getting warm in the small room.

Heero stayed mostly silent, following Duo's directions as he measured his chest and waist, Duo noting the measurements with a silent whimper. He was not going to survive this.

Then Duo measured Heero's hips, staying well to the side so he wouldn't be tempted any more than necessary to 'accidentally' brush against something. Duo was soon regretting wearing the snug trousers he'd chosen this morning, because if he didn't concentrate, he was going to have a very obvious problem soon. In fact, his attention had wavered, and now he was half hard. So not good.

Now the only thing left to measure was Heero's inseam. And there was really only one way to do that. He kneeled in front of Heero and lifted the tape measure.

Heero gasped softly and stepped back just a little, and Duo glanced up curiously. It was difficult to look past the crotch at face level and continue on up to Heero's face, but Duo managed it. He was proud of himself.

Before Duo could ask what was wrong, Heero stammered, "What are you doing?" He was gazing down at Duo on his knees in mild horror.

Duo blushed a little; he was used to being on his knees, for both business and pleasure. His mind insisted on mixing them right now. "I'm going to measure your inseam. For the pants," he explained patiently.

"Oh," Heero said vaguely, looking a little pale. "Just how do you do that?"

Duo smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner, and answered, "I have to measure from here," he indicated where the hem of the trousers would end, "To here." He looked directly at Heero's crotch for a moment, wistfully. "To where the leg, um, ends." He'd never had to explain such a thing before, but he reminded himself that Heero had never been fitted before.

"And..." Duo looked up again as Heero went on, "You have to, um, touch me to do that?"

Duo couldn't help a little smirk. "Yeah, I kind of have to. No way around it. Have to be accurate." He'd been touching Heero until now, and there hadn't been a problem.

"But..." Heero sounded a little desperate now. "You have to, um, kneel to do it?" Duo noted that Heero's voice seemed to be the one experiencing modulation difficulties now.

"I'm afraid so. Can't reach otherwise," Duo said, looking up at Heero, eyebrows raised. He couldn't imagine what was the problem. Unless... He batted his eyelashes just a little, and looked up at Heero again, from on his knees. "Is that going to be a problem, Heero?" Duo was comfortable on his knees.

Inexplicably, Heero began to blush. "Maybe," the man said, and Duo stared at him, amazed, his attention diverted from his crotch.

"Why?" Duo asked honestly. "I told you, I do this all the time, look, it's not a big deal..." He raised the tape measure and placed the end at Heero's ankle and began to unroll it upward. He normally would have started at the other end, but it didn't matter. "See?" He was up to Heero's knee when the other man replied.

"It's not you it's me," Heero said all in a rush, miserably.

"I don't underst-" Duo kept moving the tape upward, but glanced up to see Heero's face, to see what was distressing him so. He'd almost made it up to his face when his brain told him to look back down. Something was different. Something was there that hadn't been before. He stared at Heero's crotch for a moment before he let himself believe it. "Oh."

Heero started to ramble. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing, it's just that it's been so long, and you didn't need to know that, but you're so gorgeous and you're on your knees and you're touching me and did I mention it's been a really long time...."

Duo was still blinking at Heero's crotch. The spandex was stretched out, quite impressively, by... an erection. An arousal. A boner. A stiffy. Duo's mind insisted on giving him all the euphemisms for what he was seeing.

Heero's hard cock. That one was his favorite.

Duo looked up at Heero, smile widening. Now this he could deal with.

"Why, Heero," he said, his tone lightening to a slightly sing song tone. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

Heero stared back, clearly not expecting that sort of response. "You, um, I, well..."

Duo smirked. He dropped the tape measure and traced the line of Heero's cock through the spandex. "For me?" he inquired innocently.

Heero moaned out loud, body trembling. "Oh god, yes, I wanted you as soon as I saw you, but I thought I could handle it, but I didn't know you had to touch me so much and then when you kneeled, well..." He was still blushing, but he was panting as well.

"Oh well, since I caused this problem," Duo purred, his voice going sultry, "I guess I'm going to have to take care of it, aren't I?" He reached up and hooked his fingertips into Heero's spandex pants and began to ease them down.

"Ohfuck," gasped Heero, not making the slightest move to stop Duo. "Please..."

Duo licked his lips as Heero's cock sprang out at him, hard and thick and wet. "Well, since you used the magic word..." He licked at the tip, moaning a little. There was just something about the smell of a hot, aroused man...

Heero whimpered, and Duo took him in, expertly applying constant suction until he'd taken in all of the length. Then he began to bob his head, wrapping one hand around the base of Heero's cock and the other clutching his thigh for balance. From the sounds Heero was making, he had the distinct feeling that this would be rather quick. Duo prided himself on quality work.

Duo chanced a look up at Heero as he sucked him in and out; the man's face was beautiful in his ecstasy, and for a moment he considered stopping and offering to let Heero fuck him instead. Duo was certainly ready for it. But then again, Heero was already so close, and he had nothing to use as lube anyway... he decided to make this so good that Heero would have no choice but to fall hopelessly in lust with him.

With that happy thought, Duo redoubled his efforts and hummed along Heero's length. A strangled scream of Duo's name and an "I'm gonna" was his only warning. It was enough. Duo pulled back just enough, catching the hot pulses of seed he'd coaxed forth, swallowing happily.

When he was sure Heero was done, Duo licked him clean and sat back just a little, looking up at him. Heero looked incapable of speech or movement, so he quickly snatched up the measuring tape, tucked Heero back in his shorts and took the last measurement. Then he stood, expression nestled between a smile and a smirk, and regarded Heero.

Heero stared back at Duo for a long moment, then did something that took Duo completely off guard. He pulled him into his arms abruptly, and kissed him hard.

Duo kissed back, automatically, clinging to Heero's solid body. If he hadn't been so occupied he might have swooned.

When Heero released him, it was Duo's turn to be speechless. He just stared at Heero, dumbfounded.

After a moment of silence, Heero said, "I'd like to return the favor. Without the measuring part." He grinned.

Duo seemed to have trouble gathering his thoughts. "Um... well..." His cock throbbed and he considered it, but then changed his mind. He stepped closer, resting his hands on Heero's chest. "I'd actually rather you took me home and fucked me," he whispered, looking into Heero's eyes. "I get off in two hours. Will you be recovered enough by then?"

"Oh yeah," Heero nodded eagerly. "Shall I pick you up here?"

"I'll be waiting," Duo grinned, picking up the piece of paper with Heero's measurements. "Oh, and your tux will be ready for its initial fitting in 3 days."

Heero turned to go, then turned back. "Hey, do you have a tux too?" he asked.

"Of course, employee discount," Duo answered, happily. He was going to be frustrated for two hours but it would be well worth it.

"Good," Heero replied, smirking. "Because I need a date for the wedding. See you in two hours, Duo."

Then he disappeared out the door.

The End