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"Fuck!" hissed Duo, slamming his fist on the table in anger. It
didn't help, only giving him a sore hand, and the blue screen of
death still stared back at him. "Son of a bitch," he growled,
running a hand through his hair, trying to push his sweaty bangs out
of his face. His computer was set up in his small upstairs office,
which was always the hottest room in the house, and with the heat
wave it had become unbearable. He'd known the computer was fucking
up for some time now, but he'd put off backing it up, and now it
looked like he was screwed, and not in the fun way.
He hit enter, hoping the thing would at least boot into safe mode,
but the blue screen only came back, mocking him. He knew it needed
to go into the shop, but he had wanted to back it up and remove
certain... interesting... materials before he did so, to avoid acute
embarrassment. But now it looked like he couldn't even do
that. "Fuck," he repeated earnestly. He did *not* want to have to
explain his extensive (but very tasteful, in his opinion) collection
of gay porn to some redneck computer technician. But it looked like
he had no choice.
He needed the computer to work again; not only did he love his
collection (a lonely gay man's best friend, along with his hand) but
there were also a great many important work-related documents on
there. He ran a junkyard (though he preferred to call it an eco-friendly automotive recycling center) and that computer had all of
the last year's invoices and tax records on it. He knew he was an
idiot for not backing it up once a month, but who really did that?
He rang up the computer repair shop, and the man who answered said
yes, go ahead and bring it in and he'd do his best to fix it and not
lose all his data. But the shop was closing in half an hour, could
he get it over there quickly? Duo said he would be there, and hung
He grumbled to himself as he packed up the computer, pulling cords
out with slightly more force than was needed, and paused to glance
in the mirror as he dragged the box out of the office. He was sweaty
and bedraggled and dressed in cutoff shorts and a ripped t-shirt.
But if he took the time to change, he likely wouldn't make it in
time, given the ubiquitous southern California traffic. "Screw it,"
he decided, with one last sniff of his underarms he decided he
wasn't going to be impressing anyone anyway.
He drove over to the shop as quickly as possible, and wrestled the
computer out of the back seat. Juggling the computer, his car keys
and his wallet, Duo suddenly wondered how he was going to open the
door. But as he approached, the door opened; obviously someone
inside had witnessed his struggle and was holding the door for him.
"Thanks, man," Duo said gratefully, letting the cool air-conditioning wash over him as he set the computer on the counter.
"No problem," said a voice from behind him. "Hot out there, isn't
"Oh yeah," Duo said, turning to face the owner of the voice. And
then he forgot what he was going to say, or even why he was there.
Standing in front of him was not a redneck computer tech as he had
imagined, or even a pencil-necked geek that would have been his
second guess. The man in front of him was quite likely the hottest
male specimen he had ever set eyes on, in or out of his porn
collection. Tousled dark brown hair, vivid blue eyes, full mouth,
golden skin, toned muscles straining his white shirt and blue
trousers; Duo knew vaguely that the man was speaking, but his mind
was overrun with testosterone at the moment and wasn't up to the
task of understanding English. He said something that might have
been "guh," or "gah," or something else equally useful, and the man
smiled at him.
"Sir?" he said patiently. "What seems to be the problem?"
The problem is that I have a huge hard-on and no speech capabilities
at the moment, and I want to jump your bones, techie boy, Duo
thought, but luckily didn't say.
Finally, Duo managed to describe the problem slightly coherently,
and the man nodded knowledgeably.
"It could be any number of things, let me open it up and have a
look. I should have an estimate for you by tomorrow morning," he
"That's great!" gushed Duo, filling out the form the man handed him.
"I'll call you," promised the man, holding the door for Duo as he
tried to walk out without tripping over his own feet.
"Thanks!" Duo called, waving, as he got into his car.
He was back on the main road before he realized he hadn't asked the
man's name, nor had he asked what might happen to the contents of
Maxwell, you are an idiot, he told himself.
But he had lots to think about when he was in the shower later that
The next morning, Duo was sitting on the edge of his desk, trying to
find a form that he needed, and getting nowhere, when the phone
rang. He was annoyed and had temporarily forgotten about his
computer problems, so he snatched at the phone and practically
barked into it.
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell?" The voice was deep, polite, and familiar.
"Yes, this is he. Can I help you?"
"This is Heero Yuy," the man said.
Blankly, Duo stared at the wall, trying to remember if he knew
anyone by that name. He started to say something, but the voice on
the other end went on.
"The computer technician who is repairing your computer," he said
patiently. "I said I'd call this morning."
Suddenly, everything fell into place for Duo, and he got a sudden,
very clear, mental image of the gorgeous man whose name he finally
knew. "Oh, yes!" exclaimed Duo. "Sorry, having a bad morning here.
Do you know what's wrong?"
"Yes, it's actually quite simple," Heero answered. "You had a bad
boot block on your disk, so I've replaced it. It was under warranty,
so there's no charge."
"That's great!" said Duo, then he had a sudden thought. "What about
the data on the disk?" he asked with trepidation. He wasn't even
thinking of his porn collection, but his business documents.
"Don't worry," Heero said soothingly. "I've copied it all over to
the new disk, everything was fine."
Duo let out the breath he was holding. "Fantastic," he said.
"When will you be in to pick it up?" asked Heero.
Duo glanced at the clock. "Shit," he swore. "When do you close?"
"Six pm," answered Heero.
"There's no way I'm going to be able to make that," said Duo. "I
have a meeting until 5:30."
"It's no problem," said Heero. "I actually offer a free delivery
service, I'd be glad to drop it off at your home this evening. About
"Sure, I should be home by then," Duo answered. "Are you sure it's no
"None at all," assured Heero, in a voice that did good things to
Duo's stomach. "I have the address from your form. See you then!"
"Bye," said Duo faintly, hanging up the phone.
He stood up, still dazed by the man's voice, and when he glanced
down he found that he'd been sitting on the paper he had been
Today was looking up.
Duo got back to his house about 6:30, and decided he'd have time for
a quick shower before Heero got there. He was a bit nervous, even
though he knew he didn't have a chance in hell with a man who looked
like that. He couldn't possibly be gay. Though Duo's cock was
interested in the idea. He had to ignore it for now, though, as he
needed all the time he had to get his hair washed. Thank god for
shampoo and conditioner in one.
He hurried out of the shower, toweling his hair while searching for
clean clothes. All he could find was an old pair of ripped jeans (he
winced at the 80's-ness of them, but at least they were clean) and a
red sleeveless t-shirt. He was dragging a pick through his hair (it
was the only thing that didn't hurt) when the doorbell rang. "Shit."
Squeezing a bit more water out of his hair, Duo ran for the door,
nearly tripping over the table. "Coming!" he yelled, trying not to
smirk at his own words.
Duo threw open the door and there he was, in all his wet-dream-inducing glory. Heero Yuy looked every bit as good as he had
yesterday, except even better because he was standing on Duo's
porch. His shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons, but otherwise he
looked as crisp and clean as ever.
Ever helpful, Duo's usually loquacious brain shut down, leaving him
with nothing cleverer to say than, "Hi."
Heero smiled, holding up Duo's computer with one hand as if it
weighed nothing. "Hello, Mr. Maxwell, I've brought your computer."
Duo allowed himself a few seconds to enjoy the sight of Heero's
muscles bulging under the shirt, leading him to think of other
things bulging elsewhere, before he dragged his mind back into the
present. "Yes, please come in. I really appreciate this."
"It's no problem, really," Heero replied, walking in as Duo stepped
back, holding the door. "Where do you want it?"
On the floor on the bed up against the wall, wherever... Duo's
libido nearly answered for him. "Right here is fine," he said
Heero looked at Duo, smiling. "Are you sure you don't want me to set
it up for you? I'm done for the day."
Duo stared at Heero. If this was a bad porn flick, this would lead
to hot steamy sex. It wasn't, but Duo was tempted. Just looking at
Heero was fun... "Are you sure it's no trouble?"
Heero grinned and picked up the computer again. "Not at all. You'll
have to show me where it goes, though."
If Duo had been drinking anything right then, he would have spit it
all over himself. Oh, what he would give to show Heero where it
went... "Uh, yeah, um, follow me..."
He led Heero up the stairs, mentally relieved that his house was
relatively neat. He showed Heero the small office. Luckily it had
cooled off a bit by then. "Right there," he said, indicating the
"Great," Heero said, and bent over to look at the setup.
Duo bent over to look at Heero's ass, and what a fine ass it was. He
straightened quickly when Heero turned around and said, "It seems
pretty straightforward, this shouldn't take long."
Too bad, thought Duo, but said, "I really appreciate this."
Heero connected wires, his back to Duo, and said, "Actually, I
wanted to talk to you about something, Mr. Maxwell."
"Ok, but please call me Duo," he answered, trying not to get his
"Well, this is a bit awkward," Heero began, sitting down on Duo's
chair and booting up the computer. "You see, when I was copying over
the contents of your drive, I came across some... objectionable
Duo's blood turned to ice in an instant. "What do you mean,
objectionable?" His mind raced. It was gay porn, yes, but he'd
bought and paid for it all, and none of it was illegal.
Heero stood up, taking a step closer to Duo, and said softly, "I
think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Duo."
Duo just stared at the other man, speechless, as he tried to decide
how to handle this. He was about to retort angrily when Heero went
on, "You really need to learn how to keep your stuff in hidden,
inaccessible files like I do."
Now Duo's mouth dropped open as Heero sat back down at the
computer. "It's simple, really." He opened up a folder, bringing
up 'Hunky Hung Hunk of the Month.' Duo blushed bright red. "Oh,
nice, I haven't seen this one. Anyway, what you have to do is
password protect the whole folder as well as the file," Heero showed
Duo with a few clicks how to do just that. Duo stayed completely
silent, and suddenly it dawned on him what the other man had said.
Heero went on, "Ok, so you just have to go through and do that to
all your files. I know it's a shame," Heero said, looking directly
up at Duo, who was still blushing, "To hide such lovely pictures,
but it's for the best. You never know when someone might have to
work on your computer." He leaned closer. "Someone who doesn't
"You..." Duo had to try again, as his throat seemed very dry. "You
"Oh yes," purred Heero, standing up. "I very much understand. One
thing, though, I don't get... why does such a sexy man as yourself
have to have porn on his computer? You must be inundated with offers
from real men all the time."
Duo stared at Heero. This couldn't possibly be happening. "Not
really," he stammered.
"Why not?" Heero asked, reaching up to trail a finger down Duo's
Duo shivered, not unpleasantly. "They're usually not my type, in the
bars," he explained.
"Really? What's your type, then?" Heero asked, looking deep into
"You," answered Duo without hesitation.
Heero smiled decadently. "Well, I'm really in luck then," he
said. "When you came into the shop yesterday, I couldn't take my
eyes off you."
"Really?" smiled Duo, flattered.
"Oh yes. That hot little body, those short shorts? Made me hard as a
rock. I never thought I had a chance with you, though," Heero said.
"You didn't notice how I was checking you out?" Duo asked
incredulously. "You're really hot."
"Then I opened up your files, and I felt like it was Christmas all
over again," Heero went on, moving even closer to Duo. "I couldn't
wait to see you again. But I didn't want to assume you were as
attracted to me as I was to you."
"You may freely assume that," breathed Duo, closing the last of the
distance between them and pressing their bodies together. Fuck,
Heero's body felt hard and solid and incredibly good against him.
"I was pretty sure, after the way you were checking out my ass just
now, so I went for it," murmured Heero, bringing one arm up to
encircle Duo's waist.
"It's a damn fine ass," replied Duo, finally touching it.
Both men moaned as they pressed against each other, both feeling the
other's hardness. Duo looked into Heero's eyes as the other man
moved closer. "I don't usually do this, you know," Heero whispered.
"What, pick up men with porn on their computers?" joked Duo, but his
voice was hoarse with desire.
"That too," smiled Heero. "But I mean... just," he rocked his hips
against Duo's making them both moan. "Jumping into bed with someone
I just met."
Duo laughed softly. "So you think I'm that easy, do you?" But he
didn't pull back.
Heero kissed Duo softly, just a brush of their lips. "I can stop if
"Don't you dare," growled Duo, pressing his lips more firmly to
Heero's, taking control of the kiss. Heero parted his lips, allowing
Duo's tongue inside, and they melted into each other.
Finally, they pulled back, two sets of slightly glazed blue eyes
"Just so you know, too," whispered Duo, "I don't do this sort of
thing either. In fact, it's been months since I've been with anyone."
"Me too," breathed Heero. "I hope I can last more than five minutes."
Duo laughed. "Me too. Well, in that case we'll just have to do it
again, won't we?"
"Sounds good to me," Heero said, and they kissed again, and it was
more intense this time. Hands started exploring, and when they
finally broke for air, Heero's hands were on Duo's ass and Duo's
hands were in Heero's shirt.
"Shall we move this to somewhere more comfortable?" asked Duo
"Lead on," Heero replied, and Duo led them both to his bedroom,
somehow without disentangling themselves.
They fell onto the bed, laughing and kissing, struggling out of
their clothes without stopping. Heero nearly fell off the bed while
trying to divest Duo of his jeans. But finally, they were both
gloriously naked, bodies lined up as they kissed breathlessly.
Then the laughing stopped, as lust took over. They rocked against
each other, cocks rubbing deliciously, mouths tasting.
Duo pulled back, panting. "What... what do you want?"
"You," Heero said simply, tangling a hand in Duo's hair.
"I mean," Duo moaned, unable to think clearly under all the
sensation. "Do you like to top or bottom?"
"Either," moaned Heero. "I don't mind. We can just do this, too. As
long as I get to feel you against me, Duo. What do you want?"
"It's been a long time," Duo said softly, "But I'd really like you
Heero groaned. "Oh, god, yes, I want that... anything for you,
Duo told Heero where the (long-disused but not past their expiration
date) condoms and lube were in the bathroom, and he carefully
prepped Duo, taking far too much time in Duo's opinion.
"I don't want to hurt you," protested Heero, and wouldn't be swayed.
Finally, everything was ready, and safe, and lubed. Heero lowered
himself, pinning Duo to the bed, supporting himself on one strong
arm as he guided his arousal into the other man.
Duo ran his hands over Heero as he entered him; there was a bit of
pain but it felt so good, so right. Slowly, ever so gently, Heero
took Duo, and when he was fully inside, Heero paused, breathing hard.
"God, Duo, you're so tight, am I hurting you?" he groaned, clearly
holding back with difficulty.
"No, not at all," gasped Duo. "But I might have to hurt you if you
don't move *now*." He wiggled slightly, clenching his muscles around
the invading cock, and Heero whimpered.
"That's not fair," Heero moaned, pulling back just slightly and
thrusting back in.
"I never learned to play fair," said Duo, grinning until Heero's
thrust took away coherent speech. Then he said, "Fuck yes, just like
"Just like that?" groaned Heero, thrusting again. "Or how about like
this?" He shifted the angle of his hips and drove in more quickly.
"Yes, yes, that too..." begged Duo. "Just do it, fuck me..."
Heero started to thrust in and out now, with a quicker tempo, and
both men gave up talking in favor of moaning. Soon, Heero was
snapping his hips back and forth savagely, supporting himself on
both hands now. Duo clung to Heero's arms, taking everything Heero
Both men had been alone too long, and all too soon Duo felt his
climax approach. "Heero..." he cried out, sliding his hand between
them and stroking his cock. "Coming..."
"Duo... you're so hot..." gasped Heero, thrusting faster.
Duo stiffened as his release hit, every nerve on fire and every
muscle participating. He really thought he was dying, the pleasure
was so intense, then Heero cried out too. Duo felt himself filled
with heat, and as his sight returned to him he watched Heero
transfixed with pleasure. He couldn't explain how having sex with a
virtual stranger could feel so *right*, but it did. He felt like
he'd known Heero forever, like they'd known each other in some
After what seemed like hours, Heero pulled out carefully and
collapsed next to Duo. They looked at each other for a few seconds,
Duo found his voice first. "Damn. It's too bad they don't give out
Oscars for great sex, cause someone needs to give us an award for
Heero laughed and kissed Duo softly. "I definitely think your
computer is going to need lots of work."