Archivist's note: This scene was written as a request for the "next meeting" between Heero and Duo in this universe.

And yet, when he returned to his dorm room from the library, there the American boy was. Duo wasn't even unpacked yet, a closed duffle bag resting on the bed that until now had been unoccupied. Duo himself was sprawled over Heero's bed, his uniform shirt hanging open to expose his chest, his tie tossed over on shoulder. The American's trousers were down around his thighs, the teenager's right hand fapping away.

He didn't even startle when Heero walked in. His eyes were shut, the boy's lips open to pant excitedly, his back arching and hips writhing as he jerked his joystick.

After the initial surprise wore off, Heero closed the door behind himself and walked to his desk. He could've walked back out, but something drew him in, a feeling of excitement, of his heart beating faster.

Heero kept a sidelong glance on Duo as the American feverishly pumped his dick, eyes wandering over his lightly-sweating body, the exposed parts anyway. The eroticism of watching Duo pleasure himself made Heero erect. Absent-mindedly, the Japanese boy slid his hand against his thigh and rubbed the bulge of his hard dick through his pants and boxers. He licked his lips, daringly turning himself to watch Duo outright, his breathing growing shallow at the voyeuristic delight.

Suddenly the American's gasping breath caught. His hips pumped up off the bed, fucking into his fist as white semen pulsed onto his flat stomach, splattering his non-descript abs in a display of blissful release.

Heero had to close his eyes and gather his head for a moment. When he opened them, blue-violet eyes were trained on his, a smile somewhere between damn-pleased and freshly-fucked plastered over the American's face.

"Enjoy the show?" Duo asked, glancing down at the bulge in Heero's pants, which the Japanese teen was continuing to rub gently. Before he could get a response, the American boy pushed up on his elbows. "Say, think you could get me a towel? I'm kind of messy."

Heero's mouth had been open to say something, but he closed it. Nodding, he retrieved his bath towel and handed it to his new roommate, adjusting the erection in his pants to hopefully be a little less noticeable.

"Need any help finishing that off?"

Once again, Heero was sure his surprise was showing on his face. "...No," he said after a moment, then walked to the adjoining bathroom and locked the door.

His pants were down in under a second, the boy's hand finding his cock like the two were meant to be together and jacking away. He leaned over the sink, supporting himself on the countertop as he humped into his fist, doing his best to stay quiet even though he was sure Duo knew what he was up to. Just a few minutes and the Japanese boy tensed, biting his lip as his semen shot into the sink basin, collecting in a pool of mucus-like white at the bottom.

Heero squeezed out what was left, then rinsed out the sink and washed his hands. Mentally, he was counting how many hours he had left before he could complete his mission and get away from that school. The number he came up with worried him greatly, because as Duo's little "show" had clearly demonstrated, the American was going to be a sizeable distraction.