The young pilot looked around again to make sure that he was truly alone on the catwalk, before he entered the codes to his best friend's Gundam. Duo had hacked the codes months ago, back when he had first met the enigmatic pilot of Wing, and had kept up with every change that Heero had made to them. Now the hatch opened and lowered with but a small sigh, to allow Duo unrestricted access to the tight cockpit.

Quickly he entered and activated the hatch controls so that the cockpit was closed again. It wouldn't do to get caught inside the wrong Gundam by the object of his nightly wet dreams. As his eyes adjusted to the near darkness, he could make out the faint glow of several status lights, but nothing indicating that his intrusion had been detected.

Satisfied that he would have the cockpit all to himself, and assured that Heero wouldn't come by anytime soon, since he had left the young man working intently on a piece of gear down in the Sweeper's shop, Duo lowered himself into Wing's seat.

It felt so different from his own, and yet again so familiar. The contours were slightly different, moulded to Heero's configuration over the months of use. A delicious shudder shook Duo, as he wriggled deeper into the cushioned seat. If he couldn't have Heero, he'd at least have this. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the musky combination of Heero and machine that permeated the cockpit. The scent went straight to his cock, going from flaccid to hard as a rock within a second.

Groaning, Duo leaned back and slid down a ways until he could spread his legs, trying to relieve the ache in his groin. He slid his hands over the grips, imagining it was Heero's arms and hands instead. He caressed the leather beneath him, enjoying the feel of the slightly scuffed material. Then he slid one hand beneath his loose T-shirt, moving lightly over his abdomen, circling his navel and enjoying the quiver of his muscles. He pushed the soft material further up and over his head, leaving his upper body bare.

"Mmmm..., yeah!" he sighed softly as his hands continued to explore his own body. The calloused fingertips circled and nudged at his nipples, causing them to tighten and tingle. Duo arched off the chair, biting back a cry as he pinched both his nipples at the same time.

He continued torturing his nipples while humping back and forth on the seat, torturing his hard cock in his pants with the touch of the cloth, just enough to entice, not enough to satisfy.

"Nnnn... yeah... touch me, Heero! Oh, yeah... just like that!"

Duo closed his eyes and let his hands wander over his chest and abs, imagining that it were Heero's hands on him, Heero's hands scratching lightly over the muscles of his stomach, sliding further down and palming his groin. "Umm... yeah... take it out Heero, touch it, fist it... uhn... make me come!"

Impatient, Duo unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, the boxers following immediately after. Wriggling back into the seat, the warmth of the leather made his cock even harder than before. He imagined that he was sitting on Heero's naked lap instead of the impersonal leather and slid slowly back and forth, enjoying the way his ass cheeks clung to the surface of the seat, opening and closing his entrance slightly with each more.

Fisting his cock in one hard hand, Duo reached down and snagged the small tube of lube from the pocket of his pants. Pumping his leaking cock faster with his right hand, he flipped open the cap of the tube with the thumb of his other hand and squeezed out a bit, letting it drool over his fingers.

Panting hard now and licking stray drops of sweat from his lips, Duo reached down and circled his twitching entrance with two of his lubed up fingers. Then he pushed them inside, hard, not waiting for his muscles to adjust. In his mind, it was Heero's cock that stretched him, that invaded him with pain and pleasure. Heero's cock that would bring him to completion.

"Aaaahhh... nnnggg... ah... ah... ah..." He desperately pushed his left fingers in and out of his clenching entrance, going deeper and deeper, searching for the spot he knew would push him over the edge. The hand on his cock was moving faster and faster, in time with his grunts and moans. Finally, he found what he had sought! An intense wave of pleasure rushed through his body and spewed out of his cock in hard, hot spurts.

"Heero!" Duo screamed, as he came again and again, his fingers frantically rubbing over his sweet spot and the hand clenched around his cock pumping spasmodically.

Finally, spent and sated, Duo slumped back in the seat, pulling his fingers from his hole and idly rubbing over his still twitching cock. He hadn't come this hard in a long time. He only wished that it had been Heero doing this to him, rather than his own two hands.

Snagging his discarded T-shirt, Duo started to mop up, when the screen to his left lit up brightly.

"You know, you could have asked me, "a slightly blushing Heero said quietly to a thunderstruck Duo, "I would have loved to help."

"Umm... uhn... eh..." Duo gargled, unable to gather his wits to reply sensibly.

"Of course," Heero continued, as the hatch suddenly slid open, revealing the young pilot standing right outside, "if you want, we can try it again -- together?"

Duo looked at Heero's blushing face, then at the visible bulge in Heero's spandex pants and a slow, evil grin stole across his face. He crooked his finger at the other youth, beckoning him inside.

"You know, I don't think I've discovered all the differences between your cockpit and mine." Duo pulled Heero close for a hot, panting kiss. "I think you have to show me."