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"Heero. It's Saturday. Take a day off for once," Trowa urged. "We're worried
Heero sighed. He'd heard it before. Many times. From various friends. They
thought he worked too hard. "Trowa," he began patiently. "You know the
freelance writing business is patchy. When I have jobs, I have to take as
many as I can."
"I understand, Heero. But the offer still stands... Remember, all work and no
"Makes me a rich boy, Trowa."
"Money isn't everything, Heero."
"What it can't buy I don't need."
"Isn't that a song?" laughed Trowa. "Ok, I'll leave you alone."
"Seriously, Trowa. I'm sorry. But in addition to the article, I haven't done
laundry in weeks and my apartment is a wreck," Heero sighed. "Maybe next
"Ok, I'll tell Quatre. Wufei may never forgive you, though," Trowa added.
"Bye, Trowa. And I am sorry." Heero hung up and looked around. He wasn't
normally a slob, but when he got inspired by his writing, he tended to ignore
all else. Well, he thought he had one pair of jeans left, and so the laundry
could wait one more day.
Heero fumbled through the closet, searching desperately. He shouldn't have
gone this long without doing laundry. He just knew there was a clean t-shirt
in here somewhere... the doorbell rang, making him jump, and he hit his head
on the rack. "Damn it!" He backed out more carefully. He had indeed found a
clean pair of jeans but a clean shirt was eluding him. So he padded to the
door, barefoot and shirtless, rubbing his head in disgust. If it was just
another door-to-door salesman, he was going to go postal. Even if it was a
girl scout selling cookies, he wasn't going to be happy. He flung open the
It wasn't either of those things. What stood at his door was enough to make
him forget his own name let alone his anger. He knew his mouth was hanging
open, but he found that his brain was overloaded by the hormones suddenly
flowing through him. He knew he should be saying something, but opening the
door to find your fantasy standing there was not conducive to intelligent
It was a young man. Not much over twenty, like Heero himself. But that was
where the resemblance ended. The first thing he noticed was the hair.
Chestnut brown, silky, and bound in a braid that fell below his ass. An ass
encased nicely in silky jogging shorts, his mind noticed as it took a detour.
Heero dragged his eyes back up the long legs up to the slim torso and tanned
skin flashing out at him from under the white tank top. Arms lightly muscled
but toned, and he finally returned to the man's face. Indescribably
blue-violet eyes, delicate features, and full red lips constituted a face
that was showing faint traces of amusement. "What?" Heero finally found his
voice as he realized the vision was speaking and he hadn't heard a word.
Those maddening lips quirked with suppressed laughter as the man repeated
himself. "I said: Hi Heero, I'm Duo, and I'm your present."
Heero shook his head. The words still didn't make sense to his brain, whose
lower functions were occupied with sending blood flow downward, to
potentially embarrassing places. "I beg your pardon?"
Duo laughed, a deep, sensual sound that went straight to Heero's libido.
"Sorry, I just love saying it that way. I'm a housecleaner. A maid, if you
like. Your friends bought you maid service because, and I quote, they never
see you anymore."
Heero finally managed to close his mouth. The situation was becoming a bit
clearer. Unfortunately, his brain was still lagging behind, and all he could
manage to come up with in the way of conversation was "Ah."
"But," smirked Duo, "I can usually do my job a bit better if you actually let
me in." He paused. "Unless this is a bad time?" he asked, eyes running
obviously over Heero's state of undress.
"Oh," exclaimed Heero, glancing down at himself. "I'm sorry, I, um, I'm
behind on laundry and..." He blushed faintly. "Please, come in. Sorry about
the mess," he added automatically.
"Well, then," Duo said, stooping to pick up a bag, "Looks like I'm just in
Heero stepped back, holding the door open as the longhaired man came in, eyes
automatically following the braid that bounced against the tight little ass.
"What do I need to do?"
Duo set his bag down, looking around the apartment with a critical eye. "You
don't have to do anything. I'll just get to work. Just pretend I'm not even
Heero very nearly snorted. As if he could ignore the sexiest man he'd ever
seen, dressed like that, wandering around his apartment, especially since it
had been months since he had... he curbed that thought quickly. His jeans
were already suspiciously snug and he didn't need to embarrass himself any
more than he already had. His "office" was a corner of his living room, and
he retreated there. "I'll just be right here if you need, um, anything," he
"Perfect!" exclaimed Duo, and got to work.
Heero tried to work, too, but kept getting distracted by Duo bending over, or
the flash of that braid against the tanned skin. His mind wandered to what
Duo would look like with his hair loose, spread around him as he lay back
and... Heero realized he was fully hard and had been staring at the same
paragraph for ten minutes. This was not good.
He gave up on writing and just stared; from his vantage point he could see
through to his bedroom. Duo had either washed some sheets or had found a
clean set, because he was busily making up the bed. Duo was bending over, his
already short shorts pulling up to reveal the curve of his ass. Heero stared,
and the proximity of Duo to his bed was not lost on him. His hand was in his
lap, rubbing at his erection, before he even knew it. He bit his lip; he
couldn't take his eyes off Duo now. There was no way he could work.
Duo worked quickly around the apartment; sounds from the kitchen revealed he
was working his magic in there. Heero decided he wasn't moving from his desk.
He didn't even know if he could walk with an erection like this.
Just then Duo's voice called out from the kitchen. "Excuse me, Heero?"
Oh shit, thought Heero. "Yes?" he called out, hoping he wouldn't have to get
"I'm sorry to bother you," Duo answered. "But I have a problem. Could I
bother you to come in here for a second?"
I have a problem, too, Heero thought. "Um..." Heero thought fast. He was hard
as a rock. He was only wearing tight jeans. He was screwed. "Just give me a
minute to save what I'm doing..." He thought about non-arousing things,
trying to will away his erection. It worked, partially, and finally he slid
his chair back and stood up slowly. "I'm coming," he called, then winced at
his choice of words. He walked to the kitchen.
Where his arousal returned full force.
Duo stood in the middle of his kitchen. Soaking wet. His thin shirt clung to
him, nearly transparent when wet, clearly showing his nipples and every line
of his lean chest. Heero's eyes went down, involuntarily, and Duo's shorts
were equally as wet, and he stifled a whimper as he could clearly see...
everything. He realized he was staring, and slowly dragged his eyes back up
to meet Duo's amused expression. Heero hoped briefly that he wasn't actually
drooling. "Uh..." he was going to ask what had happened, he really was, but
somehow his mouth refused to form words.
Fortunately, Duo took pity on him. "I'm so sorry, Heero. I sort of had an
accident," he said sheepishly.
"What happened?" Heero finally managed to stammer intelligently.
Duo turned to the sink, and the thin shorts clung to him, and Heero bit his
lip. He also suddenly realized that his erection must be very obvious and
he'd forgotten to hide it. Duo would think he was such a pervert...
"Well. I was cleaning the sink," he explained. "And I guess the sprayer
attachment was loose, and..." he trailed off, indicating himself. "I'm sorry!
I'll fix it. And clean up, of course."
Heero was still staring, and he realized some response was now required of
him. "Um. It's ok. I can call a plumber..." Any minute now Duo was going to
notice, and be disgusted, and leave...
It didn't seem to happen. Duo smiled and quite obviously let his eyes roam
over Heero. He took in his still-bare chest (he had forgotten to find a clean
shirt) and then those gorgeous eyes went lower still. The eyes stayed down
there, and the man's smile increased. Heero blushed. But he still couldn't
take his eyes off the wet dream in his kitchen.
"No, don't worry about that, I can fix it," Duo assured him. Then the
longhaired man took a step closer to Heero, and his heart stopped. "But it
looks like you have a bigger problem. Much bigger," he added, his voice
dropping seductively. "I can fix that too."
Heero made a strangled sound deep in his throat. Duo didn't really mean that,
things like this didn't really happen... "Gah," was the only thing that came
out of his mouth as Duo stepped even closer. This was like a bad porn movie.
Duo stopped, and reached out one hand, placing it on Heero's muscled chest.
Heero gasped, and Duo trailed his hand down, lightly, over every sculpted
ridge. "You're incredible, Heero," Duo breathed reverently.
Heero was still stunned. It wasn't possible... the most beautiful man he'd
ever seen wasn't here, in his kitchen, and wanted him too. "Duo," he
murmured, mesmerized. "You..."
"What, Heero?" smiled Duo, stepping closer, sliding his hand back up, over
Heero's bare shoulder, and down his back. "Damn, you're a freaking work of
art. I'm almost afraid to touch you."
Heero shook his head, unbelieving. "You're so perfect, Duo. You can't want
me..." He was finding it hard to think clearly. Surely this was a joke or a
Duo laughed. "You're kidding me, right?" Heero shook his head. "Oh, Heero!
When you opened the door looking like that, I thought I had died and gone to
heaven. And you just had to be straight. But then... the way you looked at
me... I thought it was wishful thinking. This job pays great, nice hours, and
I didn't want to lose it by coming on to a customer. But when you came in...
I could see you were hard... tell me to stop now, Heero, and I will, but I
really don't want to..." His hands continued down Heero's back, down to his
Heero moaned as Duo pulled their bodies together and said, "Don't ever stop."
Finally he did what he had wanted to do ever since he had opened the door
that morning. With his thumb, he traced Duo's full lips before sliding his
hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
Duo melted into Heero, molding his body to the other man's and parting his
lips to Heero's tongue. The kiss started off soft, but soon their tongues
were entwined, clashing and dancing, and Heero's hands started to explore
Duo. He slid one hand under the wet shirt, sliding over the smooth skin, just
brushing over a nipple. He felt Duo's moan in his mouth. The other hand went
lower, cupping Duo's firm ass through the thin shorts, gripping and pulling
the other man hard against him. He shifted his hips, seeking Duo's arousal,
gasping as Duo rocked his hips, bringing their erections into sweet contact.
Hands roamed as they rocked against each other. They were both breathing hard
when Duo pulled back, looking into Heero's eyes. "I've never done anything
like this before," he whispered. "I mean, we just met, but... I feel like I
know you," he traced the other man's perfect cheekbone. "That probably sounds
Heero shook his head quickly. "Not at all. I... feel the same way," he
murmured. "I... I've never met anyone like you."
Duo smiled and slid his hand between their bodies, moving down until he
reached Heero's arousal. "Heero," he said as the other man moaned. "Want you.
"Here?" said Heero, unable to think straight as Duo squeezed him through his
pants. Duo nodded, and Heero moaned. "God yes, anything," he gasped, slipping
his hand into the waistband of Duo's shorts. He slid his fingers down, into
"Oh Heero," groaned Duo, "Yes, I want you to take me, please, Heero, fuck me
Heero nearly whimpered at those words, words he had wanted to hear from Duo
ever since the first moment he had seen him. His voice was hoarse as he said,
"Turn around, then."
Duo whimpered as he did what Heero told him, turning around and bending over,
holding onto the sink.
Heero stepped behind him, running his hands all the way down Duo's back until
he reached the shorts. He hooked his thumbs into the shorts and pulled them
down, bending as he pulled, until the shorts were around Duo's ankles. Then
he stood up and walked a few steps, reaching into a cabinet as Duo kicked
away the shorts along with his shoes. He pulled out a bottle of vegetable
oil, then took a moment to savor the picture of Duo, bent over his kitchen
counter, naked from the waist down, hard cock jutting straight up against his
stomach. "Please," Duo begged him, and Heero couldn't wait any more. He
walked back behind Duo.
Opening the oil with shaky hands, he poured some into his hand, then dribbled
some directly down Duo's cleft. The longhaired man whimpered as Heero
followed the oil with his fingers, running them down, massaging in the oil as
he went, getting closer to Duo's entrance. By the time his fingers reached
his goal, Duo was writhing. Getting some more oil, Heero circled the opening
teasingly, before gently pressing.
"Heero!" Duo cried out. "Stop teasing me!" His words turned to a throaty moan
when Heero's fingers finally entered him. "Ohhhh...."
Heero moved his fingers in and out, prepping Duo and driving him wild at the
same time. His own cock pulsed every time Duo cried out, or his body
tightened around his fingers. This was torture for him, too. He quickly shed
his jeans, the only clothes he was wearing. Finally, he decided Duo was
ready, and he slicked more oil on his erection, as quickly as possible. He
needed to be inside Duo, now.
"Duo... are you ready?" Heero asked as he positioned himself.
"I've BEEN ready," panted Duo. "Take me, please!"
Heero needed no more urging. With a groan, he pushed the tip of his arousal
against Duo's entrance. He pushed, and for long moment he thought he would
never fit inside that tight channel. Then he slid in, and Duo gripped him,
and he lost his mind.
Heero eased inside, slowly as he could manage, Duo begging him for more every
inch of the way. He began to thrust shallowly, building up depth and force
each time, each thrust deeper and harder. He bit his lip in concentration; if
he let himself go, he would come too soon, and he needed to hear Duo scream
his name in release. He gripped Duo's hips, finding the perfect rhythm,
Duo pushed back against him, forcing him deeper with every thrust. "Please.
God. Heero. Harder. So good...yes..."
In, and Duo's body gripped him, caressing every inch of his length. Out, and
the silken walls tried to keep him in. Duo's sexy voice drove him on, faster
and faster, driving in and out precisely.
It had been some time since Heero had been with anyone, so he knew he would
not be able to last much longer. He knew he was losing it, so he moved one
hand from Duo's hip down to stroke the other man's erection.
Immediately, Duo's cries increased and his body tightened even more around
Heero's arousal. Heero groaned and stroked Duo faster, pounding as hard as he
dared. Duo gripped the counter edge and took every stroke, asking for more.
"Harder, Heero, I'm so close..."
"Duo... god... so tight... want to feel you come..." Heero stroked faster,
and pounded harder, and barely held back his own climax.
"Yes! Heero!" screamed Duo, loud enough that Heero knew the neighbors would
be complaining but he didn't care. Then he was coming, covering Heero's hand
with his seed, clenching tight around Heero's cock.
"Fuck, Duo..." groaned Heero, and he couldn't hold back any more. His climax
hit him like lightning, arching through him and stealing his sanity. He
froze, pumping Duo full of his need, then his legs threatened to give way.
The two men sank to the floor, out of breath and still entangled. Heero held
Duo as they leaned against the cabinets.
"That was..." Heero began, but couldn't find the words.
"Amazing," Duo suggested, and Heero had to agree.
Duo started to laugh softly. "What?" asked Heero curiously.
"Well," he began, "Your friends bought you maid service because they wanted
you to have less work, so they would see you more. But," he smiled, "It may
Heero laughed, understanding. "I think I may have to personally supervise
your work. Repeatedly."
Both men laughed, and soon it was a very good thing that Duo had already
cleaned the floors...