I hadn’t been expecting that from him, but it was obvious enough what he meant. “Uh, Heero, you know I don’t have, I mean we kinda need…” See what I mean when I say guys can’t talk about this stuff? Not even when they’re actually doing it.

He untangled himself from me, which was something of a disappointment, while he groped around under the bed. And damned if he didn’t come out with - mech lube??

“It’s safe,” he said. “Non-irritant, no impurities.”

“What??”

He shrugged. “I did some reading. It seemed sensible.”

Well, yeah, okay, maybe it was, but I was still dubious. “You sure about that? I mean, there’s a lot of shit out there if you’re not reading in the right places.”

He just gave me a look.

“Okay, okay, I’ll buy it if you do.” Hey, if it was good enough for Deathscythe, right? Well, no, not really, but suddenly I was there on a bed with serious, thinking Heero Yuy and I wanted him to get back to sucking my cock, so what the hell.


And that will be the last of these I dump on here, because at this point it's very nearly finished. Anything smutty's always among the last few scenes to get filled in when I'm writing!