[FIC] Spontaneous Combustion
Title: Spontaneous Combustion
Author: WickedGame
Genre: Drama, AU
Rating: R
Pairing: 1+OC, 2+OC, 1+2+1
Warning: Heero POV, sexual fantasies, not beta read, possibly a little OOC (but I don’t know for sure).
Notes: Inspired by the Meredith Brooks song “What Would Happen”.
She insisted that I just had to meet them. I was reluctant, to be sure, but I went along, thinking I was just going to meet yet another boring couple.
But when he turned around and our eyes met, I think I stopped breathing. I think I stopped thinking.
I had always had a feeling that men were just as attractive as women. I just had never told her that. She probably would’ve freaked.
At that moment I couldn’t have cared less. I looked into his wide eyes and found that I couldn’t shake his gaze. I held out my hand and introduced myself.
“Heero Yuy.”
He smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Duo Maxwell. It’s nice to meet you, Heero.”
The way he said my name…I can’t explain it. It kind of rolled off his tongue.
But then she was leading me away, and I could only toss a look over my shoulder before they disappeared into the crowd.
I asked her: “How long have they been married?”
She shot me a curious look. “The Maxwells? They’ve only been married a couple of months. If you ask me, he doesn’t seem too thrilled with the idea.”
I looked, and there he was, nursing a beer while his wife (I never did catch her name) looked bored.
My mind wandered, and suddenly that wasn’t beer in his hand. It was rich, deep, red wine. And he was sipping it carefully, rolling it around on his tongue before swallowing it.
I shook my head, clearing the fog from my mind. She was tugging on my sleeve.
“What are you staring at?”
“Nothing.” I told her. “I’m going to go get a drink.”
I walked toward the bar. He was close to it. I snagged his sleeve a little. He looked at me, a little stunned. I tilted my head toward the open bar.
He smiled and nodded, following me.
We grabbed a bottle of ice-cold vodka and we headed out to the patio. It was a cool night, so the only people who came outside were the guilty smokers who headed for corners where they couldn’t be seen.
I took a large swig of the clear liquor and swallowed hard. It burned going down, but settled warmly in my stomach. Duo smiled and took the bottle from me, our fingers brushing as the bottle exchanged hands. I’m sure I snatched my hand back, and I didn’t know if the redness in his cheeks was a blush or if it was because of the cold outside.
He put the bottle to his lips and took a large drink. His throat was exposed, and I wondered what would happen if I licked him from the hollow of his throat all the way up to his ear, and then sucked on the soft flesh of his earlobe…
“Heero, are you okay? You’re kind of spacing out here.” He looked both curious and concerned. It made me feel warm inside.
“Sorry. Just thinking,” I told him.
“About what?” he asked.
I wanted to tell him that I was thinking about what would happen if his lips were wrapped around something else other than a bottle, or what if the bottle neck he was gingerly stroking was my cock rather than cold glass, but I didn’t.
“Just life,” I shrugged. It was an evasion.
He smiled like he knew I was full of shit.
The band of gold glittered on both of our left hands, but I wished like hell right about then that I wasn’t married. I wished even more that he wasn’t married.
It’s not like I enjoyed being married. She had cheated on me, more than once. She was a heavy drinker and a compulsive shopper. I was about to file for divorce anyway. But the fact of the matter was that I was still married to her, and Duo was married to that girl, whoever she was. I may be fantasizing about him leaving her, but I was not a bad person. I could sit there and dream all I want, but I would never do anything about it.
I tried to make sense of myself, and I tried to have more noble thoughts, but the vodka was zapping away my morals and my inhibitions. I was openly looking at him, and while he didn’t seem to be uncomfortable yet, it would only be a matter of time before he noticed and then probably call me a perverted freak.
Well, that’s what I was anyway. He wouldn’t be lying. Because my thoughts had strayed to him sitting on my lap in this chaise lounge, bouncing up and down on my cock. And then the scene in my head shifted more, and I was kneeling on the chaise lounge, with him behind me, pumping in and out of my ass.
I had to cross my legs to hide the fact that I was becoming painfully aroused.
I kept just asking myself, what would happen if we kissed? Would he open his mouth for me? Accept my tongue and offer his own? Would he be just as consumed by lust?
I was now well and truly drunk, and Duo was slumping in his chair.
“Do you like being married?” I asked him.
He looked stunned. “Sometimes,” he admitted.
I nodded. “I’m going to file for divorce soon. Too many things have gone wrong in our marriage to save it.”
He looked melancholy. “That’s sad, really. To have loved someone so much and it become sour at some point. I mean, I love her, in a way. I hope that never sours.”
I saw an opening, and was about to take it, when the sliding glass door opened and our hostess peeked her head out. “Heero? Your wife’s throwing up in the bathroom. I think it’s time for her to go.”
I nodded, cursing life inside my head. I was dizzy and very drunk. I would need to call a cab.
Duo was waiting by the front door when I went to take my wife out to the cab. She had passed out. I sat her down in a chair and walked unsteadily over to Duo. I put a hand on the wall behind him and pinned him there with my body.
“What would happen if we kissed?” I asked aloud for the first time. I needed to know.
He smiled. “Call me after that divorce, and maybe we’ll find out, Mister Yuy.”
He disappeared back into the crowd and I helped my wife out to the cab.
Months later I would swear I was an innocent man, full of morals, before I met Duo Maxwell.
And he would laugh and call me a liar, even as he kissed me.
-The End-
Author: WickedGame
Genre: Drama, AU
Rating: R
Pairing: 1+OC, 2+OC, 1+2+1
Warning: Heero POV, sexual fantasies, not beta read, possibly a little OOC (but I don’t know for sure).
Notes: Inspired by the Meredith Brooks song “What Would Happen”.
She insisted that I just had to meet them. I was reluctant, to be sure, but I went along, thinking I was just going to meet yet another boring couple.
But when he turned around and our eyes met, I think I stopped breathing. I think I stopped thinking.
I had always had a feeling that men were just as attractive as women. I just had never told her that. She probably would’ve freaked.
At that moment I couldn’t have cared less. I looked into his wide eyes and found that I couldn’t shake his gaze. I held out my hand and introduced myself.
“Heero Yuy.”
He smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Duo Maxwell. It’s nice to meet you, Heero.”
The way he said my name…I can’t explain it. It kind of rolled off his tongue.
But then she was leading me away, and I could only toss a look over my shoulder before they disappeared into the crowd.
I asked her: “How long have they been married?”
She shot me a curious look. “The Maxwells? They’ve only been married a couple of months. If you ask me, he doesn’t seem too thrilled with the idea.”
I looked, and there he was, nursing a beer while his wife (I never did catch her name) looked bored.
My mind wandered, and suddenly that wasn’t beer in his hand. It was rich, deep, red wine. And he was sipping it carefully, rolling it around on his tongue before swallowing it.
I shook my head, clearing the fog from my mind. She was tugging on my sleeve.
“What are you staring at?”
“Nothing.” I told her. “I’m going to go get a drink.”
I walked toward the bar. He was close to it. I snagged his sleeve a little. He looked at me, a little stunned. I tilted my head toward the open bar.
He smiled and nodded, following me.
We grabbed a bottle of ice-cold vodka and we headed out to the patio. It was a cool night, so the only people who came outside were the guilty smokers who headed for corners where they couldn’t be seen.
I took a large swig of the clear liquor and swallowed hard. It burned going down, but settled warmly in my stomach. Duo smiled and took the bottle from me, our fingers brushing as the bottle exchanged hands. I’m sure I snatched my hand back, and I didn’t know if the redness in his cheeks was a blush or if it was because of the cold outside.
He put the bottle to his lips and took a large drink. His throat was exposed, and I wondered what would happen if I licked him from the hollow of his throat all the way up to his ear, and then sucked on the soft flesh of his earlobe…
“Heero, are you okay? You’re kind of spacing out here.” He looked both curious and concerned. It made me feel warm inside.
“Sorry. Just thinking,” I told him.
“About what?” he asked.
I wanted to tell him that I was thinking about what would happen if his lips were wrapped around something else other than a bottle, or what if the bottle neck he was gingerly stroking was my cock rather than cold glass, but I didn’t.
“Just life,” I shrugged. It was an evasion.
He smiled like he knew I was full of shit.
The band of gold glittered on both of our left hands, but I wished like hell right about then that I wasn’t married. I wished even more that he wasn’t married.
It’s not like I enjoyed being married. She had cheated on me, more than once. She was a heavy drinker and a compulsive shopper. I was about to file for divorce anyway. But the fact of the matter was that I was still married to her, and Duo was married to that girl, whoever she was. I may be fantasizing about him leaving her, but I was not a bad person. I could sit there and dream all I want, but I would never do anything about it.
I tried to make sense of myself, and I tried to have more noble thoughts, but the vodka was zapping away my morals and my inhibitions. I was openly looking at him, and while he didn’t seem to be uncomfortable yet, it would only be a matter of time before he noticed and then probably call me a perverted freak.
Well, that’s what I was anyway. He wouldn’t be lying. Because my thoughts had strayed to him sitting on my lap in this chaise lounge, bouncing up and down on my cock. And then the scene in my head shifted more, and I was kneeling on the chaise lounge, with him behind me, pumping in and out of my ass.
I had to cross my legs to hide the fact that I was becoming painfully aroused.
I kept just asking myself, what would happen if we kissed? Would he open his mouth for me? Accept my tongue and offer his own? Would he be just as consumed by lust?
I was now well and truly drunk, and Duo was slumping in his chair.
“Do you like being married?” I asked him.
He looked stunned. “Sometimes,” he admitted.
I nodded. “I’m going to file for divorce soon. Too many things have gone wrong in our marriage to save it.”
He looked melancholy. “That’s sad, really. To have loved someone so much and it become sour at some point. I mean, I love her, in a way. I hope that never sours.”
I saw an opening, and was about to take it, when the sliding glass door opened and our hostess peeked her head out. “Heero? Your wife’s throwing up in the bathroom. I think it’s time for her to go.”
I nodded, cursing life inside my head. I was dizzy and very drunk. I would need to call a cab.
Duo was waiting by the front door when I went to take my wife out to the cab. She had passed out. I sat her down in a chair and walked unsteadily over to Duo. I put a hand on the wall behind him and pinned him there with my body.
“What would happen if we kissed?” I asked aloud for the first time. I needed to know.
He smiled. “Call me after that divorce, and maybe we’ll find out, Mister Yuy.”
He disappeared back into the crowd and I helped my wife out to the cab.
Months later I would swear I was an innocent man, full of morals, before I met Duo Maxwell.
And he would laugh and call me a liar, even as he kissed me.
-The End-