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"…Till The Cows Come Home"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Um…they aren’t mine, but
if they’re yours, I’m perfectly willing to share. *beam* Rating: Nc-15 Pairings: 3x4, 1x2 Warnings: AU, language, yaoiness, a hentai-minded
Duo Spoilers: Ha! You wish. Author’s Notes: Okay, this is the side fic to Dance All Night. While driving to Utah (always a dangerous thing for me to do) I was thinking about the fic, and Duo popped up and informed me that I needed to write his version of the story as well. Joy. SO, here we are. Enjoy! *emphasized* //phone//
"…Till The Cows Come Home " Part Two: Depth In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
Rehearsal had been over for maybe all of five seconds before I dug my cellphone out and called Heero. Quatre was laughing at me, but I noticed that he was digging his cellphone out too. //Hello?// “Hey, babe! I love that outfit you’re wearing, it looks really sexy.” //You’ve got really good eyesight to see through a phone,// Heero answered dryly. “It’s a talent,” I answered with a grin. He just sounded so…pleased. “Whatcha doin?” //I take it that rehearsal is over.// “Yup. I’m free for the rest of the day. And starving. You want to meet me for lunch?” //It’s three.// “So?” //…how about Main Place?// “Meet you there. And don’t change.” //You do realize that I just stepped out of the shower and I’m only wearing a towel don’t you?// Drats, and I wasn’t there to see that?! Aw man! “Yup. That’s quite the birthday suit you have, ‘Ro.” There was a snort of amusement. //Baka. See you there in fifteen minutes.// “In front of Gottschalk’s?” I didn’t want to wander all over the damn mall looking for him. //Hn. That’ll do. Bye.// “Bye.” I’d get him back for the ‘baka’ remark. I knew what that meant because of all the anime I watched. I think tickling would be a good way of getting even… Getting my hands all over that bodaciously hot body had nothing to do with my choice of punishment, either. Well, not much. + Even in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Heero could jump start the taste buds. Man oh man, how did anyone manage to look that hot just walking across a parking lot?! Either he was just too sexy for his own good, or I was extremely horny. Don’t answer that. I really wanted to reach up and kiss him when he was close enough, but I also wanted this to be something more than lust so I restrained myself. Last night was mostly about lust—today, I wanted it to be about us. At least in the beginning. “Hey. Let’s grab lunch at the oasis.” He simply nodded and followed me in. I’ve been around lots of geeks before, and let me tell you, Heero is the King. He’s really shy—I have no idea where he got the courage to come up and dance with me the night before—and obviously had no idea what to say. I couldn’t stand feeling the distance between us as we wove our way around clothes racks and jewelry cases to get to the main part of the mall. I finally grabbed his hand and wove my fingers into his. It was like someone flipped a switch. He smiled at me, this slight little smile, and closed his fingers over mine. Can’t drool, can’t drool, you’re in public, can’t drool… Okay, rule one with geeks: they’ll talk your ear off, but you have to start the conversation. I knew that one from experience. “So what are you majoring in?” “Computers.” Mental note: the next time that my laptop crashes for no-good-apparent-reason, call Heero. “You do not get that kind of muscle sitting in front of a computer twelve hours of the day.” “Well…I also do Hopkiado and Karate.” “…that would explain the muscle tone, yes.” Second mental note: do not piss this guy off. He’d win. “And you?” “Ah. Engineering major, dance minor.” His mouth quirked in another too-sexy grin. “Those don’t match, Duo.” “Hey, what can I say? I’m a walking contradiction.” And there was food! I towed Heero behind me as I went straight Panda Express. Food! Lovely, food, just waiting to meet my acquaintance. Come to papa… “Why did you skip lunch?” Heero inquired as we waited in line. “Because Wufei is evil. He said that food is for weaklings and kept making us do that routine over, and over. I’m going to do something nasty to him one of these days.” “Chang Wufei?” I blinked at him. “You know him?” “He teaches Hopkiado at Chapman.” I simply could not believe my ears. “Are you telling me that you go to Chapman?” “Yes.” “So do I!” WE GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL?! How cool is that?! “Damn, man! What are the odds?” “I can’t compute things like that in my head,” he parried dryly. “So where are you? Dorms?” “No, off-campus housing. You?” “New Hall.” Heero considered this. I could almost see him bringing up a mental map of the campus. “Hm. I think I’m about five minutes from you, walking distance.” “May I take your order?” Erk, my turn. The conversation kind of stood at a standstill until we were seated with our food. It stayed stalled until I had eaten everything in sight. I even helped Heero finish off his plate, if he wasn’t quick enough to stop me from snatching bites. “Apparently I’m going to have to feed you if I want to eat myself,” Heero noted. “Yup. So where to?” “Hn. Your choice.” I considered this. They’d probably didn’t have any dark corners I could drag him to so that I could have my fantasized make-out session…okay, Maxwell, remember what you thought when you came into the mall? Something about more than lust? Geez, my mind is really in the gutter today. What was the easiest way to find out his taste in stuff? “Let’s go to Suncoast, then. I feel like buying a new movie or something.” Heero’s taste was just as eclectic as Quatre’s. I don’t think there was anything he didn’t watch. All I had to do was pull up a movie and look at the cover, and he could tell me who was in it, the summary, and whether it was worth watching or not. It was like accessing the Library of Congress or something. How did he remember all this stuff? I wound up buying National Treasure since we both agreed it was a movie that one should own. I’d probably save money buying it instead of renting it all the time anyway. We continued to wander around the mall, hand in hand. We got the usual looks for it, too. Some people were surprised, some were disgusted, and most of the girls seemed to think it was romantic. I thought I was on Cloud Nine. I’d never been with someone as solicitous as Heero. He was honestly paying attention to me, not because he was expected to, but because he was interested in what I had to say, how I thought, what I wanted. I liked it. Just for the fun of it, I led our way into a Radio Shack and asked him a slew of questions about computers. Before I knew it, the salesman had wandered into the conversation. It was sad how little the guy knew—Heero made him look like a complete greeny. I kinda felt bad for the guy. When I figured he was traumatized enough, I pulled Heero out again. Heero eyed me suspiciously as we left the store. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Yup, ‘Ro is one sharp cookie. I knew I liked him for a reason. “I have a sadistic sense of humor.” “Apparently.” Heero smiled as he said it, and I beamed back at him. Have I mentioned that I like sexy geeks? Heero stopped just outside of a See’s and gave me a questioning look. “Are you a chocolate person?” “I’m a sugar person,” I answered cheerfully. “Hn. Let’s get some dessert.” I wonder if See’s makes a chocolate syrup for sex…probably not. We went in, and between the two of us we put together a pound box full of our favorite chocolate. I was writing a mental list of what Heero picked out. He has a thing for nuts, if his selection was anything to go by. I picked out two or three to eat on as we walked back out of the store. Heero only kept one out, but it was a walnut fudge and I know how rich those things are. I was impressed that he could eat it without a pint of milk handy. That candy gave me a wicked urge too. And I never pass up on wicked urges. I did wait until we were close to the wall before giving into it though. I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of traffic. “Hey, ‘Ro, was that any good?” He gave me an amused glance. “Aren’t you asking that a little too late? It’s gone now.” “Hm…well, there’s another way to find out.” Smirking, I pressed into him and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Mmm—mm hm—damn tasty. His hands trailed down to my ass and pulled me roughly against his thighs. I love how he reacts when I touch him. “Rich,” I purred up at him. “Duo—” he was panting a little, eyes lust-hazed. He’s so gosh darn cute. “Hmm?” “If I asked you to be my boyfriend, would you?” I have never in my life been asked that question. I’d dated people, sure, but they never asked and made it official in any way. My insides went all gooey. “You’d better believe it,” I groaned right before I kissed him again. It was the snickering and cat calls that finally broke us apart. Rude people. Here I was giving them a free show, and they just had to put their two cents in. Heero was blushing furiously from all the attention. Waving away our crowd, I towed him back to See’s. “Come on, you’ve flung a craving on me.” He snorted, but followed along without protest. I wrapped our tangled hands together around his waist and leaned in close to whisper, “After we fix my craving, you want to go back to my apartment?” Heero’s shy smile was answer enough for me. + I was all wrapped up in Heero’s lap that night, playing a little tonsil hockey, when Q walked in. I looked up when I heard the door shut and gave him the once-over. Hm. Well, somebody looks happy. He was glowing so brightly that I swear we could still see if we flipped the lights off. “Hey, Q. You’re glowing, man, and its past two in the morning. I take it that Trowa Long-legs is more than just pecs and incredible thighs?” The smile I got in return for that comment was very pleased. Actually, it was downright smug. “Yup. He’s also intelligent, well-mannered, and kind. His sexiness is just icing on the cake.” He tossed a wink at Heero. “You’ve got good taste in friends.” Heero gave him that shy little grin that turned the D-machine on. He turned back to me and shrugged slightly. “I suppose I should go now, if you’re going to come with me tomorrow.” “Yeah.” I leaned in to kiss him softly once, twice, just because. “I do need my beauty sleep.” It took twenty minutes of kissing, reluctant ‘I should go’s and such, but Heero finally managed to pull himself away. It was just as hard letting him go, and if I hadn’t already had plans to play with him tomorrow, I probably wouldn’t have managed it. Still, I did, and went back in to crash on my bed. “Dude, this is incredible. *He’s* incredible! I felt smarter just talking to him, you know? And he never pushes it if I’m not comfortable with something. He actually officially asked me to be his boyfriend. I didn’t think people did that anymore.” I wriggled around until I could face Quatre with my chin propped on my hands. “So, tell me! Is Heero’s friend anything like him? You said he was ultimately cool.” “Yeah.” Quatre’s smile went ‘someday my prince will come’ dreamy. “Trowa treated me…as if I weren’t for granted. I’ve never been looked at like that before. He thinks I’m incredible, and I feel incredible just because of him. He—” he paused to flash me a grin “—he asked me to be his boyfriend too.” “I cannot believe this, can you? I mean, two days ago we were all depressed because we couldn’t find anyone worth looking at twice, and then we just suddenly land two great boyfriends. I had ‘Ro pinch me to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.” We stayed in our respective gloating until Quatre groaned and thumped backwards onto his pillow. “Phil called me earlier.” I cracked open an eye. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was.” “And? How did Trowa react?” “He asked for the phone, then told Phil to go away because he was interrupting our date. Phil completely freaked when I told him I was with my boyfriend.” “Yeah, I bet.” I snorted in disgust. “Quatre, I seriously hope things go at that. Phil strikes me as a jealous idiot. He might try to get you back or something.” “Get me back?” Quatre repeated incredulously. “We were never together to begin with! All he ever did was demand my time and attention!” “That’s not how he’s going to view it,” I pointed out. “…you’re right. Well, Trowa told me that he’d threaten Phil within an inch of his life if he became a nuisance.” “Get him to do it anyway. Preventive maintenance.” “Not a bad idea,” Quatre admitted through a yawn. “Oh man, I really need sleep.” “So do I. I have to play with Heero tomorrow.” “I have to play with Trowa.” We grinned at each other as we hit the lamps near our bed. Before I went to sleep I wondered if there was enough chocolate syrup in the fridge… ~*~*~*~ Honor: Struggled with the plot bunny on this fic for
the longest time, but its just not going to be more developed than
this. It will remain a side-fic. Gomen.
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