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"I'm Too Sexy"Written By: Ashkara Disclaimer: I sadly enough do not own them. Sigh.I
don't own the song, either. It belongs to Right Said Fred. I hope
no one minds me borrowing it! Rating: PG 13 Warnings: Sap, fluff, song fic Pairings: 3+2, 1+4 Summary: Right Said Fred meets the G-boys when
Quatre and Heero go head-to-head for a date with Duo... Very goofy! "I'm Too Sexy "
Seriously. At least, that's what all his house mates thought when he transferred to Sank College from Texas A&M in his Junior year. The second they saw him, struggling to drag boxes in through the door of Johnson House, they knew they would like him. Maybe it was his easy, bright smile, and those dreamy blue eyes, or maybe it was his hair, held back in that unusually long braid. Or perhaps the smart, funny person who hid behind these trappings… Or maybe even a body so drool-worthy that there had been no doubt he'd join Trowa Barton at the head of the Gymnastics team. It took a lot of work to have an ass like that, after all! For whatever reason it was, both males and females had fallen in love with this new boy. All houses at Sank College ate together in their own dining rooms in the cafeterias, and this particular Saturday was no different from any other. Lots of kids sitting around, eating lunch and talking, half of them sneaking looks at Duo Maxwell when they thought no one else was looking, and everyone envying Trowa as he sat, talking to the beautiful boy about their latest routine. Heero Yuy locked eyes with Quatre Winner from across the room and gave the blond a dark frown. In his opinion, Quatre spent far too long staring at Duo (not that he didn't, as well.) Everyone acknowledged that Heero was a genius with anything scientific, and he was generally respected and liked, since he was always willing to help out a fellow student with a difficult project. Similarly, Quatre was the person you went to with questions about anything else. The sunny blond boy was a political science major, with two minors – one in Psychology and the other in Economics. The two usually got along very well, but now they were glaring daggers at each other. You could practically hear them screaming at each other, their glares were so heated – you stay away from him! A laugh made them break off their staring war, though, and they turned to where Duo and Trowa were laughing and talking. All of the sudden, the taller gymnast asked, "Hey, Duo, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" Duo shrugged expressively. "Dunno – I haven't decided yet. How about you?" Neither Quatre nor Heero heard Trowa's answer. They turned to stare at each other again, two sets of eyes glinting in determination. Quatre gave a little bow of his head. Heero smirked back. "Let the best man win," he whispered. Quatre's eyes hardened. "Thanks, I will." ~*~ ~I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love,
Quatre's eyes glowed with concentration as he called all over town – if he was going to beat Heero out on the date of the century, then he was going to have to make it something good. Something Duo would never forget… The Winner name carried a certain level of prestige with it – he quickly got a reservation at a restaurant you literally needed to reserve months in advance for, and then sat back, tapping his chin. What else would he need for a good date? "Of course!" Grabbing his wallet and his keys, he practically ran out the door and ran over his roommate on the way back in. "Hi, Wufei! Bye, Wufei!" The aforementioned Chinese student blinked in surprise. "Hi… Quatre. See you later." ~*~ Heero practically growled as he heard the bells chime to alert the shopkeeper that someone else had walked in – it was Quatre. Heero quickly pocketed his change and clutched his purchase to his chest in its brown paper bag, glaring all the while at the small blond boy, who was glaring back for all he was worth. Quatre's eyes were fixed on the package Heero was holding – what was it? And, more importantly, would Duo like it better than what he planned to buy? Even though Quatre was *certain* that Heero wouldn't be able to afford the very best, as he would… Heero smirked and pushed past the blond. "You're going to fail, Winner. And I've got a head start on you getting back." He pushed out the door and took off running. Swearing under his breath, Quatre ran for the shelves. What had he been thinking, stopping and wasting valuable time? ~*~ ~I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt,
Heero surveyed his wardrobe critically. He knew he couldn't possibly afford the same kind of stylish clothes that Quatre Winner, everyone's favourite rich boy, could. But he didn't think he was that bad off, either. And come to think of it, Duo himself was from an inner city neighbourhood and would probably be uncomfortable with a date in Armani… His eyes lit on a blue silk shirt – the exact blue of Duo's eyes, he noted absently – but he shoved it aside quickly. It was too… gay looking. Especially with the black slacks he's chosen to wear, since they cupped his body just *so.* Heero knew that most of the girls at this school wanted to touch him and many of the boys wanted to look like him – he planned on using that knowledge to its fullest. Burrowing into his closet, he threw various items over his shoulders, cursing loudly. The cursing stopped abruptly, and he laughed as he stepped out of the closet. *This* was it – the perfect shirt for his Romantic Night With Duo. He turned and headed out into the hallway. Perfect… or at least it would be, once he'd ironed it! ~*~ ~And I'm too sexy for your party Quatre grimaced where he sat, next to the phone. The Winner name would guarantee him an entry into any club or bar of his choice, but… It just seemed so commonplace a thing to do with one's date! And clubbing and the French restaurant he'd selected didn't seem to go too well together, anyway. No, he needed something distinctive that would show just how much he'd though this out and how much he cared… He knew how much Duo loved music… yes, he had an idea… It took only one phone call, and then Quatre tore off to his closet. It was time to select the date outfit! ~*~ ~I'm a model, you know what I mean Wufei looked up from his computer as he heard a scream of outrage coming from down the hallway, and sounding as though it was approaching at high speed. It certainly sounded like Quatre, but the young Winner heir was entirely too composed and proper for such an unseemly show… The door slammed open, and a wild-eyed blond followed closely after. Wufei stared in shock and amusement as Quatre slammed the door and trudged back to his closet, all the while tearing at the expensive suit and navy blue silk shirt he was wearing. Wufei stood up and crossed the centre room to stand at Quatre's doorway and watch as the blond stripped back down to his boxers and threw his clothes across the room. "Damn him! That stinking, little…" "Is there a problem, Quatre?" The blond turned and eyed him in a way that made Wufei suddenly very nervous, then took a step back as Quatre rushed forward and was suddenly in his face. "You have to help me, Wufei!" Having some sense of preservation, Wufei simply nodded. "What do you need help with?" Quatre practically growled as he spoke, all the while dragging Wufei back towards his own closet. "I need to beat Yuy out in designing the perfect date to invite Duo out on, but he always seems to be ahead of me, and now I just saw him in the bathroom, looking like a fucking model strutting in front of the mirror, he looks so damned good… he can't beat me…" "Um… Quatre? I don't know if you heard, but…" "So can I borrow some clothes? You have such cool clothes…" Quatre dragged him forward, not letting Wufei get a word in edgewise. ~*~ ~I’m too sexy for my car, too sexy for my
car, Trowa was just towelling off from a shower as he heard a knock at the door. Curious, he got up and walked over, making sure the towel around his waist was not going to fall… He whistled as he opened the door – He'd never seen Heero looking so good before, in all the years they'd lived around one another. "All this just to see me, Yuy? I’m afraid I'm underdressed." Heero stopped his gawking at the magnificent sight of a towel-wearing Trowa and answered, "Big date tonight. And I need a little favour." "Sure, shoot." "Can I borrow your car?" Heero asked., looking into amused green eyes. "You've seen mine – it's a piece of shit, and I really want to impress… someone." Trowa smiled – it was so rare to see Heero take that must interest in a person. "Must be some date… just a sec." He vanished and returned a second later with the keys to his Lexus dangling from his fingers. "I won't need it tonight. You know where she's parked." Heero grinned up at Trowa. "Thanks, man. I owe you one." He turned and practically ran back to his room. Grinning to himself and shaking his head, Trowa closed the door. ~*~ ~I'm a model, you know what I mean, Quatre pirouetted in front of the mirror delightedly. "Wufei, this is perfect! Wow – I look hot in your clothes!" Wufei watched in amusement as the blond strutted in front of the mirror. He had to admit that the clothes looked good – he, himself, was of a smaller build, as most Chinese were, and his clothing was all tailored to make the most of his size. Wufei shook his head. "I still don't think you realise that Duo…" "Duo's real cute, isn't he?" Quatre asked, reaching for his cologne and splashing a liberal amount on, grimacing as it stung slightly. "Well, yeah, he is, but you see, Duo's…" Quatre nodded. "Yeah, he is. You think we'd look good together?" He grabbed his shades and slipped them on, grinning at his reflection. "I hope so." ~*~ ~I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat
Two doors opened at the same time, and Heero and Quatre scowled at each other. "Hn." Heero smirked and began sprinting towards Duo's door. His eyes wide, Quatre took off, as well. They both raced towards the door, willing for the other to trip and break a leg, or something… And the door opened. Both boys skidded to a halt, as Duo stepped out of his room, closely followed by… "Trowa?!" both boys exclaimed at once. Duo's eyebrows went up as he looked the other two over. "Guys? Wow- looking good. I hope whoever you're going out with appreciates how good you look." "Duo?" Trowa's hand came down lightly on the braided boy's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "We have just enough time to grab some pizza before the movie." Duo turned towards Trowa and gave him a gentle smile before slipping one hand around the tall boy's neck and pulling him close for a short, sweet kiss. Both Heero and Quatre felt their hearts sink as they watched how the two gymnasts looked at each other, drawing apart from the little kiss with flushed faces and dancing eyes. "Catch ya later, guys," Duo called over his shoulder as he walked away, arm in arm with Trowa. "Let me know how it goes!" The door closed behind them with a dull thud. "Well, shit." ~*~ In the TV room, Heero and Quatre sat side by side, staring at the wall. "So… Duo and Trowa, eh?" Quatre eventually said, to break the silence. "Hn," Heero grunted, lifting an eyebrow. "I had no idea." "Me, either." Quatre groaned as he closed his eyes. "Damn, that must be what Wufei was trying to tell me, earlier…" Both boys spared each other a look, and just as quickly looked away. Heero was suddenly aware of just how ridiculous this all was… And how good Quatre Winner looked in the leather pants he'd chosen to wear. Quatre felt like a fool. He'd never bothered to stop and just listen, and now he was sitting, talking to a guy who looked like a wet dream, sheathed in black that clung to his well-muscled martial artist's body. He shot Heero a curious glance, all of the sudden. "Oh, for… you bought chocolates, too?" Heero looked down at the box Quatre had set down on the couch at his side, and smirked. "He would have liked mine better. He prefers dark chocolate." "I know, but they were gone, already," Quatre said with a small smile. "I like it, too, though I guess milk chocolate isn't bad." "I've always liked the milk chocolate better," Heero commented. "Don't know why." He sat silently for a moment before he handed over his box of chocolates. "You can have these, I guess." "Thanks." He stared down at the box in his hands for a second before he set it aside. "Hey Heero, I was just wondering… it would kind of be a shame to let those dinner reservations go to waste. You wouldn't…" Heero stared at the blond incredulously. "You mean…" Quatre smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. What do you say?" Heero stared for a moment longer, then nodded. "I think I need to change clothes, though. This isn't quite… acceptable for the type of place you'd reserve at." Quatre shook his head. "I think you look fine, but if you insist. I think I'll slip into something a little more comfortable. I never knew leather was so…" "Yeah." The two gave each other grins as they separated. "I'll see you in fifteen minutes?" Quatre asked. "Sure." Heero turned back to his room. ~I'm too sexy for my shirt…~
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