Distractions
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by Wystii
"It should." Mill leans back against the rough bark of the gigantic trunk. "An oak this size should keep us dry for a few hours at least," he explains, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I've sheltered from a sudden downpour under a tree like this before." Looking out at the steadily falling rain, he sighs. "It managed to keep two men and their mounts dry until the storm passed."
"Too bad about our hike." Duo backs into Mill, preferring the bony torso to the hard wood of the tree trunk as a leaning post. "This isn't much of a distraction and you won't be tired out tonight." He snorts with heartfelt disgust. "At least if we were back at the cabin, we could polish the floors or something. You toss bad when you're not exhausted by bedtime."
"We polished the floors the day before yesterday," Mill reminds his companion. "Any more wax and we'll need spiked shoes to keep from sliding with every step." He rests his chin on top of the chestnut head.
"I bet your hands are shaking already," is the even toned comment. "Let's see 'em." Duo holds out his hands and waits for the trembling long fingered hands to slide over them. He interlaces their fingers and folds his arms across his stomach, pressing harder against the length of the man behind him. "Was it with him?" he asks in a subdued voice.
"Hmm?"
"The time with the two men and their mounts." Duo lowers his voice. "Was it him?"
Mill drops his face to bury it in the chestnut mane. A muffled, "Yes," is heard.
"Is it a happy memory?" A slight squeeze of their joined hands accompanies the question.
Ice blue eyes blink as the blond heads lifts. Mill gazes out at the falling droplets of water and whispers, "Yes."
"Tell me?" Duo's thumb gently strokes the back of a firmly held hand.
Taking a deep breath, Mill reminds himself of their deal, of the younger man's need to share his past. He allows the scent of wet leaves and earth to melt away the years. "It was on one of Treize's country estates," he begins, his gaze distant, seeing into another time and place. "We had stopped off on our way back from a series of conferences, very boring conferences, and he decided that a long ride would be exactly what we needed to, 'get the kinks out,' as he put it." A slight smile touches his lips at the memory.
"He really said it like that?" Twisting around to look at the man behind him, Duo is treated to dreamy warmth in the ice blue gaze.
"Oh, yes, he did," Mill replies, relaxing into his tale. "He meant it, too. We were planning on staying overnight and he didn't like my tossing any more than you do."
Violet eyes widen before Duo lowers his head again. "So you tossed before you ever started drinking?" he asks, taking his time to form each word.
"Since the first fall of Cinq..." Shaking his head, Mill shifts slightly. "Do you want me to reminisce or tell you about my nightmares?"
"Reminisce, please," Duo says, kissing the back of Mill's hand and filing the subject away for later discussion.
"The dark clouds gathered, seeming to appear from nowhere; we only noticed them when they began to obscure the sun. I wanted to turn back but he saw a copse of trees and suggested we make for it instead. It had already started to drizzle by the time we dismounted and was pouring not long afterward. There he stood, brushing droplets of water from his uniform jacket and..." Mill's heart skips a beat at the coincidence.
"And?" Duo prompts, wondering at the pause.
"He said almost exactly the same thing that you just did." The blond squeezes the fingers intertwined with his. "'It's a pity about our ride, Milliard. You need the exercise.' Being the diplomat that he was, however, he refrained from mentioning my tossing, choosing instead to hint that I might be getting fat."
"That's being diplomatic?" A low chuckle is heard as Duo uses the back of his head to rub the taller man's collarbone.
Mill shifts to drop a peck onto the pert nose and tightens his arms to embrace the smaller man. "My nightmares were a sensitive issue while my weight wasn't. He rarely made direct requests of me. He would make broad, sweeping statements and expect those around him to act on their own initiative. Most of our problems during the war occurred because Une guessed at his intentions incorrectly." His breathing becomes laboured as he continues. "Not that I fared any better."
Duo's low growl interrupts the meandering observation, "Stop right there! We are concentrating on a happy memory, remember?"
"I do apologize." Mill nuzzles at Duo's ear until his breathing evens out and he feels the smaller man relaxing in his arms. "Well, I interpreted his comment about riding and exercise as an invitation for our favourite activity. The fact that he specifically mentioned that I was getting fat from lack of exercise meant that I should be the one doing the riding."
"You on top?" Duo twists around again to face the tall blond, eyes widening with surprise. "I don't believe it."
Mill's attempt at a smile fails and he shrugs, saying, "Treize had his moods, you just had to read them correctly, and I didn't mind."
"So?" The perky imp prods.
"So, we spent a pleasurable afternoon waiting for the rain to stop." The smile comes unbidden to Mill's lips as his gaze loses its focus.
Duo settles back down onto the broad chest, content to let his companion reminisce in private. With his ear to the steady heartbeat, he closes his eyes. The loose arms around his waist tighten and gather him firmly in place.
Mill's voice is soft and distant when he eventually speaks. "There were beads of rain still on his face when I pressed him against the trunk. I could taste them on his lips, his cheek and all the way down his neck. I remember the moist feel of his skin, warmed by my breath, and his hand in my hair guiding me back to his mouth. I chased his tongue 'til we ran out of breath."
The ex-gundam pilot barely dares to breathe as the words flow through his being. The steady pulse against his cheek assures him of his companion's ability to tell his tale while the slight pressure against his lower back sends his heart racing.
"'Ride me hard, Milliard,' he said, rubbing his erection against mine." An unconscious shifting of slim hips recreates the physical sensations of another time and place.
Duo notices the movement and savours the sensations, ignoring his slight pangs of conscience.
"I remember hesitating, even though my breeches were uncomfortably tight. I wasn't prepared. There was nothing to ease the friction for what he wanted. I told him so but he wouldn't be refused. He was awfully stubborn that way. His eyes narrowed and he gave me that look. That, 'I'm your general and how dare you refuse to follow a direct order,' look, and then he pouted. The great general pouted!" Mill pauses to chuckle. "My good intentions were a lost cause against that pout. At least, after much pleading, he agreed to allow me to do my best with what I had. I think it was my strategic nibbling of his neck that won me that concession."
Feeling the quickening of Mill's pulse, Duo draws on his old skills to remain perfectly still in the embrace. There is a firm pressure against his back now, and it is encouraging tightness in his own pants.
"Treize had the sweetest..." Mill swallows. "Saliva is not a very good lubricant. No matter how much I tried to smooth it over his entrance and beyond, my..." he pauses, breathing hard, "err... fingers refused to slide easily inside him. It's one of the few times I ever remember Treize being incoherent and impatient." He closes his eyes but fails to stop the images flashing in his mind, of his tongue trailing along the cleft between his lover's buttocks, circling the rim before pushing against the tightness, into that sacred passage. "I can almost taste him still." He licks his lips to moisten them as his hand reaches downward and encounters the tautness of his companion's jeans. His lips stretch in the semblance of a smile.
Duo pushes slightly into Mill's hand, undoing the buttons of his jeans to allow long fingers access. He bites back a whimper at their touch.
"I tried to warn him as I got into position but as soon as he felt me at his entrance, he pushed back, impaling himself down the length of my..." Mill trails off as he slowly begins stroking the hardness in his grasp. "I could feel him tear but when I tried to back away, he gasped, 'You're in. Ride me, now, Milliard. Now!' I put a hand on his..." A choked gasp is the only acknowledgement of the warm, rough hands between his legs. He begins thrusting his hips into them as they tighten their grip. "...and stroked to the rhythm we were moving to." His hand sets the rhythm and those around his cock keep pace. "Faster," he pants, "and faster we went 'til...." Burying his face in Duo's nape, he moans as a dampness spills into the hands stroking him. "I stifled my scream on the back of his shoulder and he came all over my hand." Looking down at the semen on his hand, he laughs. "Just like that."
Hearing the hysterical edge on the laughter, Duo quickly redoes their open pants and reclaims the sticky hand, wiping it clean with the hem of his shirt before drying his own. Looking up into the manic gaze, he reaches up and directs it to meet his own. Violet and pale blue eyes lock onto each other and hold for an endless moment. Blond lashes lower to blink and the haunted look is gone.
Mill continues, "I was still catching my breath when he commented in a droll tone, 'Oh, look, the sun's broken through.'"
Duo chuckles at the demonstrated tone. "He was something else, huh?"
"That he was," Mill agrees. "It's stopped raining," he states, looking up at the disappearing clouds.
"Back to the cabin, I think." Stretching, Duo steps out into the sunlight. He turns around and holds out his hand. "You look tired, snookums."
"Exhausted." Mill pushes himself off the tree, making his way to Duo's side. He clasps the outstretched hand and they stroll back down the path they had come up earlier.
"Hey look!" Duo's impish grin and saucy wink precede the holding up and release of the long fingered hand. "Steady as a rock." He quickly recaptures it in both of his and continues walking. "Am I always right or am I always right?" he asks.
"You are always right," Mill concedes, rolling his eyes skyward. "Would you like to hear the rest of my happy memory?"
"There's more?" Slipping his left arm around a thin waist, Duo rests their linked right hands on his shoulder.
"The best part is yet to come," is the teasing reply.
Duo stops to look up at his prince. "Babe, I'll always want to listen to all of anything you want to share." He holds the light blue gaze with his violet one until it softens and an acknowledging nod is received. "So, tell," he says, moving forward again.
"It didn't take us long to dress, and as I was organizing our mounts, Treize decided that he wanted to walk back."
"Someone had a sore ass," Duo interrupts, chortling.
"Indeed. But, as fate would have it, the clouds returned. It appeared that we were merely being given a slight reprieve. We had no choice but to ride for it. Of course, attempting to sit astride a horse was out of the question for him. Have you any idea how arousing it is to have your lover bouncing up and down on your lap, rubbing against all the wrong, or perhaps right, places?"
"He rode your wood all the way back!" They cling to each other until Duo manages to get his laughter under control. "I can," he gasps, "imagine how grumpy he must've been." Glancing skyward, he notices the returning clouds.
Mill nods, managing a slight grin. "He tumbled me in the hay as soon as we arrived at the deserted stables. He'd sent the staff away as soon as we'd arrived. It rained all night..." he trails off, his steps slowing.
"And we better get a move on or we won't beat the rain back." Duo picks up the pace and drags the dawdling man behind him. "The last thing we need is for you to catch a cold because you got wet."
"You seem awfully sure that I'll get sick," Mill grumbles. "A bit of rain can't hurt."
"Sweetie, we get wet, I sneeze, you catch cold. I've nursed you through two bouts already, remember? You up for a jog?"
"I suppose..."
"Race ya!" Duo shouts as he takes off at a sprint. "Last one back has to cook!"
"I'm not cooking!" Mill snaps as he passes his shorter competitor, yards from the front door.
Barely winded, Duo slows down to a walk, mumbling, "Amen to that," under his breath. He turns around and spreads his arms wide open. Lifting his face to the heavens, he sticks out his tongue to catch the first drops of the coming storm.
The End
~7th September 2002~
The 6x13 images borrowed from Marilyn's dj obsession, Rainy Blue by Ex: Yoshimi Ozaki.
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