"So," Duo echoed thoughtfully. He shifted and winced.

Heero noticed and frowned as he turned his head to look at Duo. He didn't say anything else, but, after a long moment, he let out a small sigh as he looked at the ceiling once more.

Duo turned to look at Heero. When he saw Heero's frown, he became concerned. "Soooo," he said again, drawing the sound out, and then, nervously, "Was it good for you, Heero?"

Heero looked startled and then replied, as if he needed to think about the answer, "Yes... Yes, it was."

Duo picked at the sheets with one hand in agitation.

Another long silence and then, as if coming back to himself, Heero asked cautiously, "And you? Was it... all right?"

Duo's hand froze and then he replied slowly, "I'm not sure."

Heero's expression became guarded, almost pained, "I suppose that all young men experiment. Now that we know --"

"Know what?" Duo wondered in confusion.

"Nothing," Heero replied quickly.

Duo made a face, wanting him to understand. "Heero, I just let you... Well, it's making me think, ya know? I wonder about... I just don't feel..."

"You're trying to decide whether it effects your masculinity?" Heero guessed.

"Uhm, yeah," Duo replied in a small voice.

They were quiet, both of them contemplating the ceiling.

"Want to do it again?" Heero wondered cautiously.

"Hell, yeah!" Duo exclaimed and rolled to pull Heero into his embrace.