Heero made sure to sit on Duo's bed frequently.

It fooled horribly with his logical tendencies, though: he had touched himself before on many occasions, but it had been no different to him than scratching an itch anywhere else on his body; however, whenever Duo headed out for basketball practice, and Heero positioned himself on Duo's bed in just the same way, he could satisfy himself in ways he'd never imagined possible. He would close his eyes and curl his fingers around his dick, which was almost always already stiff by the time he'd managed to shuck his pants to the floor, and recall the way Duo's big hands curled just so around his shaft -- the languorous way he let his fingers caress the head and tease the foreskin. Heero always had to squeeze his cock hard to keep from spurting the moment he thought of what it would be like to have Duo's hands manipulating his pleasure -- how good it would feel to be someone's toy instead of a tool. He had since learned to be sure to protect Duo's sheets with something of his own after his first experiment with this had left him far messier than he'd anticipated. Still, he'd gone to bed that night with a rather pleasant tingling in his thighs, knowing that just across the room, Duo was slumbering atop a memory of his essence.

And yet, there were times when simply abusing his erection wasn't enough to satisfy the secret fantasies he kept about Duo. He would fuck himself with his fingers, all the while wishing he could have more -- wishing he could have Duo! It was only through such yearning that he realized how much he had come to rely the other pilot, for he wasn't sure he could even conceive another soul that he would consider sharing such intimacy with. If only there was a simple way to convey to Duo the sentiments his words had failed to express. He wanted Duo to know the depth of his trust in him, that he would allow Duo as much control as he desired if it meant proving how much he needed him.

He had considered a thousand ways in which to do this, even things as simple as telling Duo he could practice his sailor's knots by tying him up to his heart's content. The idea had come to Heero after an incidental web search that had led him to discover that rope could be used for more than just lashing down tarp over a Gundam, and had since taken pleasure in the thought of being completely at Duo's mercy. He liked the idea of restraining his cock so that he might not be able to come except at Duo's command, and he would sometimes purposely ignore stroking himself while he imagined having Duo buried deep inside him, finding ecstasy in the mounting need between his thighs. He wouldn't even care if Duo saw fit to leave him bound and gagged on the floor when he was through, so long as Duo had left him satisfied and marked as his possession. God, the very thought of choosing where he belonged was more exciting to him than anything else in the world, and belonging to Duo, who seemed to cherish him in a way that he had never known before, left his stomach aflutter and his heart beating fast. It was almost strange that it was the idea that Duo thought of him as an equal that made him desire such things.

Coming violently into his hand, Heero lifted his soiled fingers to his mouth and sucked on them heartily, while he continued to defile himself with those of his other. He wondered if Duo's cum would taste the same as his own -- if Duo would let him taste it at all. Maybe Duo would allow him to kneel between his legs and swallow his dick until his lips were bruised and caked with the residue of Duo's pleasure.

His breath clouded the windowpane as he leaned against it, trying to catch his wind again. His lungs were unable to properly fill themselves after pouring so much of himself into his ritual, and it took him a few moments to come back down to earth properly. Through the glass, he could see the basketball courts, where Duo was bent over low, stretching, but the sight only left Heero despondent at the reminder that no matter how good he got at getting himself off, it would never be as good as the real thing.

God, how he needed the real thing.

He frowned as he watched Duo turn around suddenly to greet a cheerleader that had been lingering by the courts. His hands clenched as Duo leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek and playfully flipped her ponytail. He hated the queasy feeling that suddenly settled in his stomach, and with an annoyance that had generated from a place he couldn't quite pinpoint, he abruptly rolled away from the window and glared at his discarded clothing on the floor.

Then he wondered how he was supposed to tell the difference between want and need.