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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Gundam_Wing
  Character:
      Duo_Maxwell
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-08-03 Words: 1051
****** 'Suspension' for Kink Bingo ******
by Miko
Summary
     There's nothing quite like zero gravity.
There was nothing quite like hanging in the solitude of space, watching the
Earth turn slowly below him while the stars twinkled in the endless blackness
beyond. It was Duo's favourite place to be, and when he was out here alone in
his gundam, he could kind of understand what Quatre meant when he talked about
his 'space heart'.
He had a while yet before the Oz transport ship he was planning to ambush would
launch, more than half an hour. He'd positioned himself in an orbit that would
put him on an intercept course, and then turned off all his thrusters so the
defence satellites wouldn't detect him. Now he just had to wait, alone in the
darkness of space, with only the view of the Earth and his Deathscythe for
company.
Reaching down, Duo undid the buckles on his harness and shrugged free, drifting
out of the seat and into the cramped free space of Deathscythe's cockpit. He
triple-checked the seals on his pressure suit, then used two cords to attach
different places on his suit to two parts of the chair harness. Once he was
certain he was secure, he punched the button that would open the cockpit.
The atmosphere inside was expelled explosively into the vaccuum, and Duo was
yanked out along with it. The cords caught him before he'd gone very far,
jerking him to an abrupt halt and turning his momentum into a lazy spin along
his axis. Outside the cockpit the vast expanse of space was even more obvious
than when looking at it through a viewscreen. Only the thin fabric of his p-
suit and two little strings were keeping him alive and safe now.
It was a rush completely unlike the adrenalin of battle, where everything was
live or die and it all happened too fast to process. This was slow and
majestic, making him feel tiny but somehow not insignificant, like he was one
miniscule part of a massive and impressive whole.
Duo let himself drift there for a while, just enjoying the view. Then he made
tiny adjusting blasts of his wrist thrusters, cancelling his spin and relative
motion until he seemed to be hanging absolutely still beside Deathscythe. He
knew he was really zipping along at an astonishing speed, circling the Earth in
orbit, but it felt like there was absolutely no motion.
He closed his eyes and just hung there, the lack of weight making his body feel
odd and unfamiliar, almost alien. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest
and throat; hear the soft sounds of his breathing in the closed system inside
his helmet. Slowly, carefully, he worked his hand out of the glove and sleeve
of the suit, careful not to break or loosen any of the pressure seals. His suit
had been intended for someone a bit bigger than him, 'to give him room to grow'
as G had put it, and he had a bit of manoeuvring space inside. He managed to
worm his hand down inside the front, until he was cupping his soft cock through
the fabric of the thin thermal pants he wore beneath the suit.
His next exhale sounded a little harsher in his ears, and he squeezed himself
gently. Opening his eyes again, he stared down at the Earth so far below him in
all her beautiful, majestic glory, and stroked his cock slowly. He started to
harden, the reflex a little belated in the confusion of zero-g, and his soft
moan echoed inside his helmet.
With firm, even strokes he worked himself to full attention. He squirmed
despite himself, his hips trying to rock up into each touch, but with no weight
and nothing to push off of the motions got him nowhere. He added a twist to
each stroke at the end, rubbing his thumb over his weeping slit, loving the
freedom of being able to writhe all he liked without gravity controlling his
movements.
A particularly forceful thrust moved him just far enough around his centre of
mass that he started rotating slowly again, but to him it just looked like the
Earth and stars had started spinning around him. He timed his strokes so that
he finished each one as Earth reached zenith again, a frustratingly slow pace
that had him writhing even more in moments.
Now he could feel the safety cables tugging at him, holding him in place so
that he didn't go tumbling off through space into oblivion. He ignored that
gentle pull, still concentrating on the amazing feeling of being completely,
utterly weightless. It made the tension building inside him seem that much more
urgent, the contortion of his muscles due to pleasure alone as he pushed
himself towards orgasm.
The air seemed to have vanished from inside his suit, leaving him panting for
oxygen that just wasn't there. Duo might have been worried if he hadn't been
able to clearly see the green lights on the readout for his suit controls,
assuring him that the oxygen flow was perfectly normal. He felt lightheaded and
dizzy, perhaps a side effect of all the blood rushing to his cock.
Finally he couldn't take it any longer, and his pace sped despite his best
efforts to keep it steady. The rocking of his hips grew more violent, but the
cables kept him from spinning away. He was free to focus only on the
mindblowing sensation of orgasm in zero g as he came hard enough to see more
stars than there already were.
For long moments afterwards he simply drifted there, content to just relax
every muscle and allow himself to recover. The nothingness of space embraced
him, cradling him like nothing else he'd ever experienced.
In the end, a soft triple beep in his left ear brought him back to reality. The
shuttle had launched; he had just enough time to haul himself back into the
gundam, close up tight and get ready for battle. With a sigh Duo carefully
insinuated his hand back into the sleeve and glove, and then grabbed for the
cable to pull himself back inside. At least he had one more memory to add to
his tiny collection, of moments when he had been literally free of the weight
of the world on his shoulders.
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