Heero turns from the mirror and lifts his chin, giving Duo access to his neck and tie. He is staring at the ceiling, thinking the bedroom needs a new paint job and Duo twisting the overly expensive cotton length into something resembling the knot the new deputy commissioner for Preventers Colonial district.

"I ever tell you how fucking sexy you look in this uniform?"

Heero glances down, pulling his thoughts off blue or the ever-functional white paint. Duo's lips are on the underside of his chin, just at the edge of his collar that cues Heero into the fact he's finished. Heero shifts back. "The car will be here to pick us up any time now." It is also then that he notices Duo hasn't even begun to dress. "Duo..."

But Duo presses himself forward, a hand circles behind Heero's neck and his mouth is hovering over Heero's. "We have time," he says letting his mouth touch Heero's lips. "After all, they can't start without you."

Heero's smile is nearly lost behind the kiss they share. His arms rise to circle Duo's waist, and for the moment, he lets himself forget of the award, of just who and how many will be crammed into the auditorium, and of the speech he's supposed to give at the height of the ceremony. Duo's other hand is finding a perfect palming his cock through his slacks, with his fingers nudging his balls.

"Duo, don't start something you can't finish," Heero warns, suddenly breathless and pushing hips forward into Duo's hand.

"Oh," Duo intones in a whisper by Heero's ear, "I don't intend to finish..." his teeth nip at the lobe, "but later, yes later."

His eyes are closing, and he lets his hands slide up to cling to Duo's shoulders. This is better, much better than thinking of speeches and thank yous and policies needing revisions. He wants to push Duo's robe off, strip out of his dress uniform and let Duo make him forget how to be dependable and responsible.

"Just remember this," Duo is saying in that same low tone, his palm quickening its pace and increasing its pressure, "when you're standing up there at a loss for words and forgetting everything you wanted to say."

Duo releases him suddenly, stepping back and pulling off his robe. Heero staggers slightly, his eyes flashing open and blinking. He holds out a hand, entreating, and tries to catch his breath.

"Just remember this," Duo is saying, leaning back against the bathroom wall and raising his arms above his head. "When you're standing up there, getting more and more nervous watching the audience watch you." Duo's back arches out, and he thrusts his hips forward, his cock erect and jutting. "And see only me, sitting in the front row naked and waiting for you to finish that damned speech so you can nail my ass."

Heero is smiling, and instead of grabbing hold of Duo and nailing his ass, he shoves his hands into his pockets. "I think the large bulge in my pants would give me away."

Duo smiles back, his eyebrow cocks and he runs a hand flat palmed down his body. "That's what podiums are for."

He's laughing now, taking a step forward and giving Duo a kiss, but not touching, for if he were to touch, he would not be making a speech this night. The doorbell rings and Heero glances in its direction. "I think you'd better finish dressing."

"I'm supposed to be naked, remember."

Heero laughs again, finishes his kiss and goes to let the driver in. Already his mind is finding excuses on how to leave the event early, and contingency plans on where he could drag Duo off to without detection.