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"Chances"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Ain’t mine. Ain’t gonna
be mine. I’ve just permanently borrowed them, no worries! Warnings: No spoilers, no timeline. AU, Romance,
lemon, some language (not much) Rating: NC-17 (maybe) Pairings: 2x1, 3x4 and 5xM established Author’s Notes: Drumroll, please! *crickets
chirp* Ah, yeah…anyway, here is the sequel to Take a Chance.
To all of those beautiful, wonderful people who C&Cd me, arigato!
*huggles* I truly appreciate it. If you wish to do the same to Chances,
I’m certainly not going to complain! And now, Lights! Camera!
Action! *emphasis* //phone conversations// " Chances"
Chapter Five: Movin’ Right Along
When the rummaging continued for several moments without any notable success, Trowa felt it necessary to ask “What are you looking for?” “Thermos.” “…why?” “I’m going to the game tonight.” The homecoming game? Trowa happened to know that Heero only watched sports if he was in a penalty box. Why on earth would he go to a football game? Unless… “Considering that it’s Duo going with you, I’d take hot chocolate instead of coffee.” “Hn.” Heero froze when he realized what he had just agreed to. He turned to give a baleful stare at his brother. Trowa smirked slightly. “You haven’t been subtle about this.” Heero growled something under his breath and continued to dig. Under his brother’s sardonic eye he finally unearthed the thermos. After putting all of the plastics back into the cabinet he started heating water on the stove and reached for a can of hot chocolate mix. Trowa did not laugh. He didn’t even smirk. He did file the occurrence away, however, to tell Quatre later. It was something that the blonde would appreciate. A little over a half hour later Heero pulled up in front of Duo’s house. At the wheel he hesitated slightly. Should he just honk the horn? No, that wasn’t a good idea. He wanted to give the right signals here, and that meant acting like a good date and going up to the door. Pocketing the keys, he climbed out of the Ford and walked up to the door, feeling a slight case of nerves set in. Relax. Have to relax. It’s just Duo. Yeah, just Duo. Sex on two legs. No problem, right? With a quick breath to steady himself he gave a quick rap on the door. A lady that was somewhere in her late fifties opened it, smiling in pleasant surprise to find a good looking boy on her doorstep. “Why hello. Who are you?” “Heero Yuy, ma’am. I’m here to pick up Duo.” Mentally Heero was rapidly filling in just who this person was. Duo had mentioned living with an aunt. This had to be her. “Oh my. Well, come in please.” She waved him in and saw him settled in the living room before moving to an intercom in the wall and pressing a button. “Duo, there’s a very handsome young man here to pick you up.” //Define handsome.// Duo’s voice came back. She turned to look at Heero speculatively, smiling when she saw that he was blushing slightly. And glaring at the intercom. “Well, he’s a little taller than you.” //So are most of the girls at school.// “With dark brown hair.” //That’s really messy, right?// “Why yes.” She blinked slightly in surprise. //Ah. I may have an idea who this is.// Duo’s voice had a distinct note of teasing in it. //Does he have beautiful dark blue eyes?// “That’s right.” //And he’s giving the intercom a death glare, right?// The lady nodded vigorously, obviously forgetting that the motion wouldn’t be seen or heard by Duo. Duo, just as apparently, was used to this. //Yup. I definitely know him. Hang on a sec, will you Heero? I can’t find my other shoe.// Heero rolled his eyes and crossed to the intercom. “May I?” The aunt nodded happily. “Go right ahead.” Heero pushed the button with a little more force than necessary. “It’s down here, Duo. Sitting quite innocently near the chair.” //Really? Thanks man.// There was the sound of a door opening and a quick cry of “Geronimo!” before Duo landed on the floor in front of the stairs. He had changed from school clothes into black jeans and a dark blue turtle neck. Heero had to remind himself not to drool when Duo came into view. The clothes offset his coloring perfectly. “Hey! Let me get that shoe on, and we’re set.” “Duo, you didn’t mention going anywhere.” “I didn’t?” Duo shrugged a little helplessly when she shook her head in confusion. “Sorry. Heero and I are going to the Homecoming game tonight.” “Oh. Will it run late?” “Ah…no idea. I’ve never been to one.” “We should be home roughly at eleven.” Heero answered. “Unless they go into overtime to finish the game.” “Oh, that’s fine then. You go and have fun. Drive carefully too.” “Sure, Aunt Helen!” Duo bounced from the chair after tying his shoe and gave her a quick hug. “Let’s go Heero.” Heero nodded and remembered to nod to his aunt before they left. As they walked toward his truck Heero muttered, “You did mention it to her before.” “Four times. She’s got a really bad memory.” “Hn.” “How’d you know?” Duo climbed into the passenger side, turning to regard Heero with speculative eyes. “You get this look on your face when someone says something that you don’t agree with.” Duo blinked. He did? “Ah, is this an obvious kind of look?” “No. At least, no one else seems to be aware of it.” Heero pulled out, turning around to go back to the school. Duo didn’t live far from it, roughly a ten minute drive. “I brought hot chocolate and blankets.” “Good idea. It’s freezing.” They felt the full affects of the cold as they stood in line for tickets. When they had finally found a spot among the bleachers to sit down—in the shadow of the equipment room, to avoid the worst of the wind—Duo was extremely glad that Heero had possessed the foresight to bring two blankets and a huge thermos of hot chocolate. If Duo assumed that Heero had brought two blankets just because there were two of them, however, Heero quickly proved him wrong. He folded one blanket and put it on the cement, pushing Duo down onto it. Then he brought the other up one up to wrap around them both. Duo started slightly as he realized that Heero’s arm was around his shoulders, keeping the blanket up around them. He took a quick peek at his friend, but Heero wasn’t even looking at him. Okay. So just how was he supposed to take this? If Heero was a touchy feely kind of person—like he himself—then Duo would have just shrugged it off. But Heero wasn’t a touchy feely person. Hell, the guy had a personal space zone that would cover most of Texas. He’s coming onto me. Duo missed the first quarter of the game because he was thinking so much. By the second quarter of the game he had stopped thinking—his mind was just running around in panicky circles anyway, no help there—and started to truly enjoy the sensation of being so close to Heero. He was snuggled up against a very hot guy that he happened to be EXTREMELY attracted to. Best yet, no one could see just what Heero was doing from this vantage point. So far, Duo wasn’t seeing a downside to this. He was curious, though, as to what Heero would do if Duo decided to get a little sugar as well. Duo shifted a little and leaned forward to whisper, “My legs are losing circulation here. Mind if I swing ‘em your way for a bit?” Heero swallowed past a sudden dry mouth. Was he finally getting his message across? “Go ahead.” Duo tilted his body a little, both legs settling across Heero’s thighs comfortably. Of course, during that shift, Heero’s arm enclosed even more tightly around him and Duo’s head had somehow decided that a far better place to rest would be on Heero’s shoulder. They stayed in that position for a while, neither one speaking, both of them almost afraid to breathe. When Duo didn’t say anything or shift or tense to show discomfort with the position, Heero decided to take things a little further. He sat his other hand high on Duo’s thigh and began rubbing gently in a circular motion. Duo settled a little more firmly into Heero’s embrace and smiled to himself. Ah ha. So the interest was mutual. Excellent. Now, if he were reading Heero right, then words alone wouldn’t do the trick. Nah-uh. This was an ‘action speaks louder than words’ kinda person if he ever saw one. So, it was Duo’s turn to do something to indicate approval/interest. He lifted his arm to rest on Heero’s, hand closing over the elbow and giving a little caress before settling. The remainder of the game was as carefully choreographed as any ballet suite. If Heero settled his head against Duo’s, then Duo would snuggle further in, or perhaps rub Heero’s arm. Each touch was responded to by another touch. The score on the board was lost to them; the injuries or victories of the players without impact on their vacant interest. All they knew was each other. They had no idea how much time had passed when the crowd stood up, cheering wildly. Heero looked up to see the scoreboard, grinning wryly. “We won.” “Really? What’s the score?” “Forty to sixteen.” “Huh. Well, two points for the good guys then.” Duo reluctantly moved from Heero’s lap and stretched a little. “What time is it?” “A little after ten thirty.” Heero gathered up the blankets and the mostly unused thermos. His mind was racing, trying to find a way to retain the comfortable intimacy that he had just enjoyed with Duo. But in the jostling crowd they were in, that would be basically impossible. Duo felt the loss as well. What had that been, just now? Just what exactly had he done? He was mostly silent on the ride home, and his brain for once couldn’t produce one thing to say. He was just a little tense when Heero got out to walk him to the door. This wasn’t a date or anything so why was Heero acting like— Get a grip, Maxwell. That’s exactly what this is. He’s been throwing you enough signals. It’s time to start paying attention to them. But did Heero expect a kiss goodnight? Not that a certain part of Duo wouldn’t mind having one, it was just that they weren’t exactly to that level yet and— Heero took the matter into his own hands. He gathered Duo up in a full body embrace with a move so smooth that Duo hadn’t even seen it coming. He bent slightly and pressed a kiss against Duo’s forehead, and murmured softly “Good night, Duo.” Those three words were so heavily loaded with the promise of sex that they practically sagged under the load. Duo managed a somewhat strangled “Night” and watched Heero walk back to the truck. It took three tries for him to fumble his keys out of his pocket and another two tries to steady his hands enough to fit the key into the lock and turn it so that he could get inside. Once within the sanctity of the dark entrance, Duo let his breath out in one big whoosh and sagged against the door. His knees were shaking, his breath was a little ragged, and Heero hadn’t even kissed him! Oh god, do I have it bad. Just what am I gonna do about this? + Quatre blinked stupidly at the cell phone, which had been innocently quiet and behaving as a good cell phone should just moments before. Trowa wouldn’t call him at this hour of night, usually. Picking up the phone, he blinked a little in confusion. He didn’t recognize the number…oh wait, that was Duo! “Hello?” //Q, I’m in trouble.// In the brief time that Quatre had known Duo, he had come to understand that where Duo was, trouble wouldn’t be far behind. “Good trouble or bad trouble?” //Good. I…think.// Well, that was unusual. “Start at the beginning.” //Heero and I went to the game tonight.// Quatre swallowed a gleeful chortle. Oh. So that was what this was about. Trowa had told him what had happened earlier that evening. Now he had an idea of where this was going. “Go on.” //And…and…I somehow wound up snuggling with Heero.// Quatre couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You mean he finally made a move that even you can’t ignore?” //….// “Duo?” //Have I been that dense on this?// “Hmm…I think you’re more wary than dense. And considering your history, I can’t blame you. But Duo, you have to understand who you’re dealing with here. Heero doesn’t know what ‘middle ground’ is. If he is pursuing you at all, then nothing but a flat rejection from you is going to stop him.” //Right before I walked into the house tonight// Duo stated tentatively //he hugged me. He didn’t even kiss me and my knees were shaking. That’s a bad sign, right?// “That depends.” //On?// “Whether or not you’re ready to admit that you’re falling in love with him.” Quatre replied evenly. //That’s what I was afraid of.// “Are you? Are you truly afraid of this? Duo, in your place, I would grab what was being offered to me with both hands. The men in that family do not love lightly. And they certainly don’t enter into a relationship without thinking everything through very carefully first.” //Is this experience talking?// Quatre rolled his eyes. “It took four weeks to get Trowa into bed. And that was after he knew that I was in love with him. What do you think?” Duo had the bad taste to snicker. “Duo, if you truly don’t know what to think or do, go with the flow. Give yourself time to adjust to the idea. Heero has the patience of a rock. He won’t go anywhere.” //…okay. I’ll do that. Thanks, Q.// “Anytime.” Quatre cut the connection and stared at the phone thoughtfully. Heero was apparently wading upstream, and just as obviously was making some progress if Duo was feeling a little antsy. Should he step in, perhaps give a little advice? After another moment of considering, he shook his head. No. Heero needed to do this on his own. Quatre would only step in if things were getting too intense for Duo. That decided, he went back to his homework. ~ * ~ |
