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"Tonight is the Night"Written By: ELLE Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing or the boys,
just love writing about 'em. =) Rating: NC 17 Warnings: swearing, SEX, this would probably be a PWP if I could write one (but I can't), AU but still set in the after colony timeline (eh, whatevs, I don't know what I'm doing, try not to think about it too much), and hopefully judicious liberties have been taken with the state of the music industry in AC 195 Pairings: 1x2x1, past 1XR Summary: After breaking up with his pop-sensation girlfriend Relena, rock musician Heero Yuy becomes infatuated with rapper Duo Maxwell and decides he must try to see the up-and-comer while he's in town. This story started as a smutty little distraction from my more serious works and kinda became a life of its own... Author's Notes: This is not the kind of fic I typically write. I find this type of thing trite and silly and I avoid it all costs. That said, working on a soon to be posted trilogy is pretty much destroying my brain and this nonsense is a much-needed break from that. I poured it out in one sitting. Just so ya know, this fic is inspired by two things. The first being a radio interview I heard about John Mayer. Okay, it wasn't really about him, but the guy they were interviewing worked with him and the way he described Mayer reminded me of Heero – quiet and reserved and passionate about his work. So while I'm sure the first thing you don't think about is Heero singing "Your Body is a Wonderland," I don't know, after hearing that interview, I kinda felt like I could really imagine it. So if you can't, then you might just wanna hit the back button on your browser now. ;-) The second thing that inspired me is Macklemore's song 'Thrift Shop.' The first time I heard it I started laughing uproariously imagining Duo singing: "I'll wear your granddad's clothes, I'll look incredible, I'm in this big ass coat from the thrift shop down the road." If you can't imagine Duo signing that, then that back button is still there for you. (Although if you can imagine Heero as John Mayer but not Duo singing Macklemore, I'll seriously question your sanity.) Oh, and the title is from Ludacris' song "Rest of my Life." I'm on a rap/club kick here, bear with me. We'll return to your regularly scheduled program soon enough. I just needed some fluffy entertainment.
"Tonight is the Night"
"I want to learn how to dance." The incredulous look on Wufei's face almost made the embarrassing confession worthwhile. "Just because you're gay now doesn't mean you have to learn how to dance," Wufei told him matter-of-factly before averting his eyes and focusing on his computer for a moment. Heero sighed and tilted his glass of water back and forth a moment to let his friend recover from the shock. This wasn't a sudden idea, really, despite the way Wufei reacted to it. He'd been casually considering it ever since seeing Duo on the dance floor. He could never compete with those women in that arena. And after being with Duo, he knew he was going to have to whip out some pretty impressive moves - no pun intended - to maintain his attention. But it wasn't until Relena informed him that Duo had propositioned her to record a single with him that he became hell bent on the notion. It was a particularly bad day to receive that news - he'd had another falling out with yet another man that morning and his frustration with himself was growing to an unmanageable level. He'd carried on a relationship with Relena for almost two years despite his lack of sexual attraction - but he couldn't last two months with a partner he actually wanted to fuck. Heero wasn't sure, but when Relena broke the news, he immediately had a sneaking suspicion that Duo was trying to make him jealous. But he didn't let himself buy into that notion too much because it was more than a little presumptuous and therefore likely wishful thinking. He doubted one blowjob was even a blip on Duo's radar, despite it basically being an atomic bomb on Heero's. "It's not because I'm gay," Heero finally stated, firmly, so that Wufei wouldn't argue. Clearly he misjudged his friend's ability to argue. "What do you want me to do, Heero?" he asked, a hint of irritation unmistakable in his voice as he pinned his dark eyes back on Heero. "Do you want me to cancel the unplugged tour I've been working on for the past two months? Huh? You don't romp around the stage in glitter and feathers. You sit on a stool and play guitar and sigh into the microphone and the girls swoon. That's you. You don't dance." Well, Wufei was right about that, but he didn't need to be such a bitch about it. "I don't want you to cancel the tour," Heero replied bitterly. "I just wanted you to find me a dance choreographer to teach me some moves in my down time for Christ's sake." Wufei sighed and rolled his eyes, turning back to the computer again. "I'm an agent, not an image consultant. Call Winner or something." "Fine," Heero muttered under his breath, scanning through his phone contacts for the famous blonde's number. Heero had consulted with Quatre Raberba Winner before and found him tolerable as far as image consultants went. He was one of Relena's favorites and she had him on retainer but that didn't really bother Heero. He only used him occasionally. Usually before a tour or a big event. But despite his lack of patronage Quatre was always friendly to him and treated him as though he were a big-ticket client. The phone rang a moment before Quatre picked up and greeted him cheerfully. "Ahhh, Heero!" he enthused and Heero could practically imagine the slight man smiling wistfully as he sifted through a rack of clothes - or whatever it was image consultants did with their time. "Winner," Heero replied shortly by way of greeting. "How can I help you? I've heard about your unplugged tour - bold move but with your lovely voice you'll surely pull it off beautifully - though it's a bit early for an image consult, don't you think? I'd hate for you to be out of style in six months..." "No, that's not why I'm calling." Although he was sure Quatre wouldn't judge him or ask a single question about his request, he suddenly found himself fumbling with his words, unsure of what to say. "I - I want to book a choreographer. I want to learn to dance." As Heero thought, Quatre didn't say a single thing about the strange request, though he was sure there was a hint of amusement in the already light and joyful voice. "Ah, what kind of dancing were you thinking? Salsa, ballroom, swing...?" Of course. That question. "Like Duo Maxwell," he ground out through gritted teeth and Wufei looked up from his computer and shot him a very condescending and accusational glance that forced Heero to stand and walk out of his office. "I see," Quatre hummed, although it sounded like he didn't understand the request at all. "Well, I know Trowa Barton is going to be over your way in a few weeks to coach Relena on the dance steps for their pending music video. He is Duo's personal choreographer. I can see if I can get you in with him while he's on L1." Wow. The genuine article. Really couldn't argue with that. "That would be great," he replied honestly. "You have my card on file to retain him, right? I don't care what it costs." "Oh of course I do!" Quatre responded but the rest of his words were lost on Heero who, while wandering through the office halls, ran straight into a secretary carrying two glasses of wine. As they were both staring out the windows across the city, neither saw the other's approach and the collision was messy. "Seriously?" Heero glared at the girl, her profuse apologies doing nothing to quell his anger. "...Heero?" Quatre's concerned voice broke his concentration from the humiliated girl. "Look, I'm sorry Winner, I have to go. But just book him, huh? And have him call me and we'll discuss where and when to meet." Heero inspected his shirt and pants, dripping with red wine, and realized he was going to have to go to the bathroom and deal with it. "Sure, sure," he agreed easily and they end the call. Sparing one last glance for the girl, he walked with single-minded purpose through the halls and out to the lobby before slinking shamefully into the bathroom. "Fuck it," he muttered under his breath as he grabbed a wad of paper towels and began try to blot the wine down, knowing the stain would be permanent and fully expecting to have to throw the clothes away. He just didn't want to be dripping on the walk back to his apartment. But his whole body immediately tensed up when suddenly he felt another person press up against him from behind, sliding hands into his pockets and squeezing his thighs, uncomfortably close to his crotch. He jerked his head up and stared at the mirror, unable to believe the face that was grinning from ear to ear, chin resting on his shoulder, meeting his eyes in the reflective glass with a playful gleam. Duo Maxwell. "Looks like you had a little accident," he mused, breathing into Heero's ear and causing an immediate physical reaction he was sure Duo felt, his hands being right there and all. "What are you doing here?" Heero managed to make himself ask and Duo shrugged, his fingers beginning to massage his thighs, creeping ever closer to his quickly hardening dick. "Oh, yanno, big wigs, big times, same old, new single," he replied in a very obscure way. "A little miffed you didn't even notice me in the lobby." Heero's heart caught at the confession. So, Duo didn't like to be slighted, huh? He made a mental note, although he didn't give Duo the satisfaction of an apology. "How long are you here for?" Heero asked then, breathlessly, leaning over to grip the sink as Duo's fingers brushed against his balls, the silky feel of his pockets only adding to the intensity of the sensation. "Limited edition - one day only," Duo's voice lilted teasingly over the words and Heero grabbed his wrists, desperate, and turned around in his arms, over powering him and shoving him backwards into the handicap stall, slamming the door shut. Away from prying eyes. He had him pressed against the wall in seconds flat and was kissing his ear, biting it, nipping down his neck and sucking at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. "So serious," he joked, letting himself be manhandled for a minute, clearly enjoying the attention. Heero reached down and was pleased to find Duo already hard as he cupped him in his hand, rubbing his palm against his jeans. Duo jerked his head to the side, shutting his eyes, breathing heavily. So much more submissive than last time. But no sooner had he thought the words than Duo brought his head back around, his eyes heavy with lust, making Heero want to throw him on the floor and fuck him right there. Duo reached out and gripped Heero's belt, tugging it forward mischievously and Heero complied, slipping his hands to Duo's ass as he brought their hips together. Heero buried his face in the crook of Duo's neck, moaning softly as they ground against each other, cocks sliding back and forth, the friction, the locale, the situation, the unexpectedness, the partner - almost more than Heero could physically bear. He came back. He saw Heero and he could've let the whole thing go. Heero didn't even notice he was there. But he couldn't. He wanted him enough to follow him in. He was that memorable. That thought pleased Heero immensely and he couldn't help but smirk a little from his protected position against Duo's neck. Heero quickly trailed kisses up his neck and teased his earlobe with his teeth before whispering the invitation. "Come back with me." Duo let it go for a minute as they continued their erotic movements but Heero wanted an answer - wanted to fuck, and not in this bathroom, even despite how clean and nice it was - and he looked Duo straight in the eye, the question written all over his face. "Thought I told you," Duo retorted a bit haughtily. "Ain't love. No apartments." Heero stopped, as difficult as it was to do so, and stared at the other man with what he knew was probably an unpleasant expression. "How many rules do you have?" he asked in frustration. Duo shrugged. "Enough." Heero felt himself grow cold and without thinking he pinned Duo against the wall, one forearm, although resting gently, effectively immobilizing him with its position against his neck. He brought his nose close, running it along side Duo's, and his lips were only a fraction of an inch away. The desire to close that tiny distance and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him was nearly overwhelming but his desire to retain Duo's respect was higher still - if only marginally. He closed his eyes and sighed, washing Duo's lips with his breath, and ever so quietly promised, "one day you'll let me." Pressed up against him as he was, he felt the uncontrollable shiver run through Duo's body at his words, his hands trembling against his waist, and Heero felt that overriding joyous rush in the pit of his stomach that assured him he absolutely melted Duo with that one simple act. The implication so grand, so bold, so fucking presumptuous, he was sure no one had ever said anything like it to Duo before. I'll make you love me. And then Heero did the one thing he didn't want to do. He pulled away, completely separating himself from the other man, and walked to the door. He opened it, stepped out, and then paused. Without looking back, he issued his warning. "Don't you dare try to fuck with Relena to get to me." And despite how much he wanted to see Duo's facial expression, he forced himself to move forward without a single glance back. He made it all the way out to the street before he let himself sag against the wall, running a shaking hand across his face and trying to regain control of his breathing which was suddenly coming in ragged pants. Holy shit. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulled it out, noting the message from Quatre. "Booked him!" was all it said. Perfect timing. tbc... ~ * ~
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