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"Lark"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: fluff, language Pairings: 1x2x5 Summary: Wufei is exhausted and overwhelmed and now Duo Maxwell is invading his thoughts and his life.
"Lark"
The scenic designer was an asshole. A brilliant asshole, but an asshole all the same. After a miserably-long technical rehearsal on Sunday night, which Wufei finally, firmly ended at midnight with the release of actors because they were union and there were rules, the production team had met to discuss the plan for the rest of the week. The show, which went into first previews on Thursday night, was the most complicated, expensive clusterfuck Wufei had ever been part of. In some ways, he deeply regretted taking the job. It was his first Off-Broadway show - and while that was a big step up from the Off-Off Broadway shows he had stage managed during graduate school - he actually started to wonder, three rehearsals in, if he had bitten off more than he could chew with this project. It was his biggest show, and his first show after completing his MFA program. Of course, it had been Duo who recommended him for the gig. Duo, who was the lighting designer for the show, whose faith in Wufei's competence was at once encouraging and unnerving. And complicated. Wufei had to wonder how much of Duo's confidence had to do with actually trusting in Wufei's ability to do the project, and how much was tied into his relationship with Wufei. They had been together for nearly six months, Wufei tentatively easing into the complex relationship Duo and Heero had with each other, and while he didn't regret even a moment of his time with the two men, Wufei did wonder if Duo was really being objective about things. Especially after the meeting on Sunday night. The scenic designer insisted on having almost the entire day on Monday to re-paint and re-dress key elements of the set. And no, he couldn't share the stage with electrics. Electrics, meaning Duo. Duo, who had nearly twenty focus notes and a slew of lighting cues to rewrite because the scenery… The scenery was a monster. It was gorgeous, there was no denying that, but it wasn't at all like the initial plans. Over the five-week rehearsal process, it had changed, turning into a bewildering and frightening forest of twisted steel and a sheer canopy of leaves. It was a far cry from the realistic trees that had been sketched out months ago and passed off to Duo. And Duo, who had tried his best to guess what things would look like after the scenic designer refused to build a new model or even offer up detailed, scaled drawings of the new design, hadn't guessed quite right. During the Sunday night meeting, the rest of the team sat and watched Duo and the scenic designer argue over who should get stage time when, and after a pointed look from the director, Wufei had sighed and stepped in. And screwed over his boyfriend. Or whatever Duo was. It felt like more than that. Of course, after the look of betrayal Duo gave him when Wufei declared that the scenic designer would have the stage from 10am until 5pm, the call time for the evening rehearsal, Wufei had to wonder if he would still be anything to the other man. "Fine," Duo had muttered, and scrubbed at his face. "I'll come in at six and get to work." Duo's assistant had sputtered in indignation. Six, after all, was only five hours away. Duo had rolled his eyes and told the assistant to stay home and sleep. Had said he would do the work by himself. And then he had packed up and left after the meeting, not waiting for Wufei, not trying to cajole Wufei into staying with him that night. Wufei had tried to shove down his pain at that, and had instead commuted out to his own apartment on Long Island. He set his alarm for noon and curled into his comforter and tried to sleep. Thirty minutes later, however, he groaned and reset his alarm for five. Duo had focus notes, which meant Duo was going to be on a ladder. Alone. With barely any sleep. If anything happened to him, Wufei was going to feel pissed and guilty about it. It felt like only ten minutes later when the alarm went off, and Wufei almost fell out of bed as he lunged for his phone to end it. Unfortunately, the commute into the city did not feel like ten minutes. His train was running late, and it was 6:30 by the time Wufei arrived at the theatre. And, of course, he walked in to see Duo balanced precariously on a ladder, cursing at a lighting instrument. He waited until Duo was done before announcing his presence. "Need a hand?" Duo looked at him with a mixture of anger, relief and guilt. "You should be sleeping," Duo muttered, and started to move the ladder into a new position. Wufei rolled his eyes, dropped his bag, and picked up the page of notes Duo had dropped on the front of the stage. He scanned over them, looking for something that he could do without fucking it up. "I'll get you these new gel cuts," he said. Silence from Duo, and he looked up to see the other man scowling at him. "What?" Duo shrugged one shoulder, and Wufei had learned enough about him over the last few months to know that it was a defensive move. Something Duo did when he knew he was in the wrong. "You should be sleeping," Duo said again. "Your commute-" "It's fine. I'm used to it." But it still stung. Duo swallowed hard, and nodded. "Thanks for the help." "I'm happy to help," Wufei said sincerely, and Duo nodded again, looking even guiltier. An hour later, the focus notes were done, and Duo was down at the lighting console to start reprogramming cues. Wufei acted as a stage walker - moving around the scenery and showing Duo where actors stood in certain scenes so that he could perfect the cues. He was fairly certain he fell asleep standing up, several times, and he had no idea how much time had passed when Duo let out a triumphant sound. Wufei blinked into the darkness and saw Duo's arms raised over his head. "Fucking done," Duo groaned. "For now. Until that asshole redesigns the show again." Wufei snorted in both amusement and commiseration. "I need more coffee. You?" Wufei shrugged, and jumped down from the stage to follow Duo out of the theatre and into the breakroom. He leaned against the counter and watched while Duo poured himself a new cup of coffee and dumped in an entirely horrifying amount of sugar. Duo opened the fridge to grab milk and paused. "What?" Wufei asked. Duo reached in and pulled out a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. There was an index card taped to it that said 'Drink Me.' Duo arched an eyebrow at Wufei. "It's for a show in the other space. They need empty bottles, and the props person doesn't drink, so she's been leaving liquor in the fridge to be emptied," Wufei explained. It had been happening for weeks now, and more than once Wufei had had to shepard half-drunk actors out of the theatre after rehearsals. "Well. How 'bout we celebrate?" Wufei arched an eyebrow at him, and then glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's 8am." Duo smirked. "Exactly. And I'm done with notes - thanks to you. We should celebrate." Wufei gave him a look, but Duo was completely unperturbed. With a sigh, Wufei reached past Duo and opened up the cabinet that contained an assortment of cups, plates and bowls. He pulled out two cups and put them on the counter. Duo grinned, and poured far too much of the amber liquid into the two cups. He put the nearly-empty bottle back in the fridge and raised one of the glasses. Wufei grimaced and picked up the other. He wasn't a heavy drinker, and he didn't even want to think about what the liquor was going to do to his empty stomach. "Toast?" Duo asked. "To early morning work calls?" Wufei hazarded. Duo snorted, but gamely took a sip of his drink. Wufei followed suit, and coughed at the burning sensation. "To assholes who have boyfriends who are too good to them?" Duo held up his cup again. Wufei looked at him, and saw that Duo looked apologetic, shoulders raised slightly and head ducked down. Wufei raised his glass and drank. "To assholes who are going to absolutely make it up to their boyfriends," he said after Duo drank. "Hmm." Duo tossed back the rest of his drink, and Wufei did the same. "What did you have in mind?" Neither of them had to be back until that evening, and while Wufei would probably come back earlier, just to see if the theatre was still standing and clean up his paperwork, he could think of all sorts of ways for Duo to apologize to him. All involving sleep and food. Before he could suggest any of them, however, Duo smirked and sank to his knees in front of Wufei. It was a sight that Wufei didn't think he would ever get used to. Duo, gorgeous and confident and so sexy that one smirk from him had Wufei's pulse racing, kneeling at Wufei's feet and looking up at him through his thick lashes, was beyond any fantasy Wufei had ever had. Duo reached for Wufei's hips, pulling him closer and smoothing his hands over the waistband of Wufei's khakis. "Duo?" "Nothing like getting drunk and then fucking at 8am, is there?" Duo asked as he started to unzip Wufei's pants. "No," Wufei breathed, thinking of all of the reasons why this was a Very Bad Idea. Reasons that evaporated as soon as Duo leaned forward and pressed his open mouth against the cotton of Wufei's briefs, warm and wet against his stirring cock. "Step one as my apology for being an ass?" Duo suggested as he tugged down the briefs and exposed Wufei to the cool air. Wufei shivered, and then shuddered as Duo licked him. Duo took the soft flesh into his mouth, leisurely coaxing Wufei to full erection. Once Wufei was hard, Duo pulled back and smirked up at him. "It's too bad Heero's in Denver. If he was at home, I'd skype him so he could watch us." The idea had merit, but Wufei also knew that if they woke up Heero at five am just to watch them fuck, the other man would not be pleased. "You're such an exhibitionist," Wufei muttered. Duo grinned at him, and then rose to his feet and pressed a firm kiss against Wufei's mouth, teasing his lips open until their tongues tangled together and they were both breathless. "Be right back. I'm going to go steal a condom from the sound guy's supplies and some aloe from the first-aid kit." Wufei rolled his eyes, but Duo was out of the room before he could say anything. The wireless microphones that they used for the actors in the show were wrapped in condoms to prevent sweat damaging the sensitive units. The condoms were unlubricated, and Wufei had been working in theatres long enough to listen to the complaints of sound engineers who found their condom supplies mysteriously diminished after the location was discovered. Duo reappeared, brandishing his stolen goods with a smirk. Wufei rolled his eyes and took both from him. "Where do you want me?" Duo asked, tugging off his shirt and shoving down his jeans and boxers without finesse. Wufei didn't care, though. The sight of Duo's naked body needed no fancy reveal. He loved the lean, narrow planes of Duo's torso, the jut of his hips and the way his thighs flexed, the dark curls that framed his cock. The tattoos scattered across Duo's body, each with their own story, whispered to Wufei in the dark over the preceding months. "Wufei?" Duo was grinning at him, amused at Wufei's obvious appreciation for him. Duo ran a hand down his torso and wrapped it around his cock, stroking himself until his face and chest were flushed and his lips were parted. "Bend over the table," Wufei instructed, gesturing to the small cafe table in the breakroom. The table that he usually sat at every night as he typed up reports. It would be good to have an entirely different kind of memory associated with it. Duo grinned and positioned himself, his toes just barely touching the ground, and Wufei took a moment to appreciate the vision before moving behind Duo. He stroked a hand down Duo's spine, and Duo shivered and moaned, arching into the touch. Wufei put the condom and aloe down on the table beside Duo's hip, and used both hands to squeeze Duo's ass. They had worked together on two shows since first meeting, since Duo had first propositioned Wufei. And while there had been more than a few late nights spent at the theatres kissing and groping each other - even one memorable night of Duo sucking him off in the booth - this was the first time they had ever had sex in a theatre. Wufei felt just enough anxiety over someone walking in and catching them that it gave his arousal an edge. He prepared Duo quickly, using the aloe to work his body open, to tease Duo into gasping and cursing and writhing under him, and when Wufei finally slid into Duo's body, the unlubricated condom needing every last bit of the aloe to make the motion smooth, Wufei knew he wasn't going to last long. His tension and arousal were heightened by the whiskey, and he could tell that Duo was in an equal state. It wasn't going to last long, but that didn't mean Wufei didn't want it to feel good, for him and for Duo. "You're so tight," he panted, trying to find a pace that would work for both of them. "That's because I've been sleeping alone for the past two weeks," Duo grunted. He shifted back against Wufei, changing up the rhythm just enough. "Whose fault is that?" he growled. "Sorry," Duo panted, "I'm an ass." "Hm," Wufei agreed. He squeezed Duo's cheeks, hard enough that Duo hissed. "You are." "I know," Duo moaned. "I know." The force of Wufei's thrusts rocked the table, and Duo with it. Wufei bent down and pressed a kiss to the nape of Duo's neck, breathing in the scent of him. "It's okay," he told Duo. "You're going to make it up to me, remember?" And then he started fucking Duo hard enough that neither of them had breath for conversation. The small room was filled with the sound of their flesh meeting, of Duo's broken pleas for more, and Wufei's groans as he repeatedly sank into the hot, tight sheath of Duo's body. Duo came first, and his body drew Wufei deeper, clenching around him and spurring his own climax. Wufei was left feeling both overwhelmed with sensation and amazingly empty. He pressed his face against Duo's back, and tried to catch his breath. Predictably, Duo caught his breath first. "Now that is a celebration." ~ * ~ |
