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"Jazz Bata"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Romance, Fluff, WAFF ^-^, Sap, mild
angst, mild language, mild lemon, ditzy Relena (background support/tiiiny
little part) Pairings: 1x2, indication of 5x6 Summary: A quite, young musician with a bright future gets his world rocked by a newbie vocalist. "Jazz Bata"
Ch 4 Damn it! There was the urge to kick the coffee table through the plate glass window again but he managed to squelch it before any damage was done. How could he be so stupid?! It was only their first job together and he’d broken at the first bat of an eyelash! So stupid! What in the hell was Duo going to think of him now? And how would he manage to convince him he wanted more than his body? So much more it made him dizzy just thinking about it. It wouldn’t matter though if his thoughtless actions had convinced the braided beauty otherwise. The night had been long granting little sleep and Hiiro yawned hugely shaking off both his fatigue and the ominous feeling of standing outside a door he knew that Duo would be on the other side of. True to her word Une had managed to schedule at least one job each day that would pair he and Duo together, the assignment this time an advertisement for a local radio station. Contrary to what he had implied Hiiro was rarely asked to do such mundane chores but it wasn’t because he minded, Une simply felt his time better spent in the recording studio. However, she was more than happy to have his assistance agreeing to the terms that Duo also be involved. He knew she was onto him, everybody but Relena was fully aware of his preferences and that was only because she chose to ignore it but it mattered little as long as he got his way. Fortunately, Une was experienced and more than willing to patronize her stars in order to keep the creative flow moving. He took a deep breath bracing for the thunder and opened the door. “Hiiro,” Duo smiled from his stool behind the mic. “You’re on this job too?” Hiiro blinked then shook it off and entered. “Guess so.” “You’ve got ten minutes!” Otto informed them over the speakers before dashing out the door. Hiiro chuckled knowing how hard it was for the man to get anything done this early in the morning without a cup of coffee but his amusement waned quickly. He went about setting up his equipment while his tired mind tried to come up with something to say. He’d been prepared for the reaming but this quiet amiability was rocking his axis leaving him with no idea what to think or say. “About yesterday…” “I’m sorry…” They both stopped to laugh at the awkward moment before Duo began again. “I didn’t mean to tease you,” he said looking uncomfortable. “It’s just…” “You can’t really help it,” Hiiro chuckled nervously trying to keep his eyes where they belonged but did Duo have to wear such savory clothes? “Naw, man,” the longhaired boy continued. “I knew you were attracted to me…” “That’s an understatement.” Duo flashed an amused smile while Hiiro flushed crimson realizing he’s said it out loud. “Anyway,” he shrugged. “I know I send mixed signals sometimes so I just thought since Une wants us to work together we should clear the air.” “What?” Hiiro inquired in mild confusion. “You want me to admit I’d like to nail you to the door?” Duo laughed out loud helping to ease the tension and Hiiro grinned silently congratulating himself for having made a successful joke regardless of how true the statement had been. “At least your honest,” the braided boy chuckled. “I seriously doubt I could hide it,” Hiiro reasoned going back to setting up his equipment. “Is it a problem?” Duo asked gently. Hiiro heard the questions behind the question and took a moment to really think about his reply. “Not if you don’t mind me staring at your ass.” He won another laugh. Two for Two, things were looking up. “I’ll try not to shake it too hard,” Duo chuckled turning to do just that. Hiiro froze as his eyes locked on target and a painful, “Damn,” escaped his throat. “Geez,” Duo laughed putting his round backside back on his stool. “You really do have it bad. There must not be a virgin stud in this whole building.” “I’ve never been attracted to anyone like this before,” Hiiro informed in shortly. “It’s not like I go chasing every cute ass that walks by.” “Just mine,” Duo chuckled but lost the thread when Hiiro firmly replied… “Yes.” “Are you for real?” the longhaired boy whispered to no one in particular but Otto skidded through the door, hot coffee in hand bringing the conversation to an end. Forty-five minutes later WIBR had a brand new station identification and Otto was headed out to refill his cup. “Hiiro?” “Hn?” the Japanese boy replied as he rolled his cord up. “Yesterday,” Duo began so quietly Hiiro was compelled to turn and face him. When he did he felt the bottom drop out of his stomach seeing the uncertainty in Duo’s beautiful eyes. “When you kissed me…” “I shouldn’t have done that,” Hiiro interrupted. “No,” Duo chuckled looking so adorable as he fidgeted with his braid it made Hiiro’s spine ache. “It’s ok… actually I was wondering if maybe we could… try it again?” Hiiro stared at him utterly dumbstruck. Had Duo enjoyed the kiss? Or was he just playing games with him again? He recalled the day he’d stumbled upon him and Wufei and how hard his Chinese friend had been trying to resist and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt he’d never survive. “Never mind,” Duo sighed taking his silence for rejection. “No!” Damn! He’d scared him. “No,” he laughed trying to take the edge off it. “It’s just… I’m surprised. Why would you want to…” “I dunno,” Duo shrugged. “It just felt different somehow so I wondered nnn!” Hiiro soaked him in, his body melding to Duo’s as he stepped forward and claimed his mouth and everything else just slowly faded away. Hands that longed to touch slipped gently around his thin waist pulling him firmly but gently against him, every fiber of his being singing joyously as Duo folded perfectly in his arms and opened his mouth. It was slow, languid and rolled like quite thunder and Hiiro was convinced he’d discovered the gates of heaven before the rapturous tide slowly receded and he swallowed as he began to breathe again. “Damn,” Duo whispered against his lips then all at once he kissed him again. For a moment Hiiro responded with every bit of the fire that was burning inside him but there was a warning bell going off in his head he couldn’t ignore. When Duo suddenly pulled him back against the wall and ground their hips together he knew the train had derailed somewhere but wasn’t sure how to get it back on track. “Wait.” “Don’t stop,” Duo hissed trying to worm his way under Hiiro’s shirt. “No.” “What?” “No,” Hiiro repeated forcing the beast inside him to lie as he took Duo’s roaming hands and pushed them away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” the longhaired boy snipped. “This isn’t a fucking game!” Hiiro growled hating himself for the anger he felt but he didn’t like being toyed with. “I wasn’t playing,” Duo snapped. “You weren’t serious either.” Hiiro was gathering his things as quickly as possible. “What in the hell do you want from me?!” Duo growled gasping softly when Hiiro was suddenly in his face, his eyes growing wide and fearful when the Japanese boy stubbornly replied… “Everything!” Duo was still trying to catch his breath when Otto returned and gazed around wondering where Hiiro had gone. ** Whhhhh whhhhir! “Duo?” Wufei softly intoned just managing to catch his drink before it fell from lax fingers but he still managed to toss a death glare at the cheeky guy down the hall that had dared to whistle at his friend. “What?” Wufei’s brow rose as his eyes traveled the braided boy’s shapely figure, a figure that was tastily displayed in short black leather shorts, calf boots and a half shirt of ebony nylon net beneath a black vest. “Are you doing a video today?” he asked unable to keep his eyes from soaking in the savory sight as he followed his friend down the hall. “No, why?” Duo inquired stopping to get a soda just as if he wasn’t leaving a trail of boiling lust in his wake. “Nothing,” the Chinese boy sighed calculating his chances of being everywhere Duo was that day without looking like an armed guard. “I’ve got a gig,” Duo told him ignoring the errand boy that dropped his papers as he walked by. Wufei’s black eyes narrowed as he watched him walk into a studio down the hall, a light going off in his eyes when Hiiro suddenly darted out and headed for the bathroom. He couldn’t contain the chuckle as he turned to walk the other way knowing full well it was Hiiro that was going to need the bodyguard. ** Hiiro paused to wash his face with nice, cool water. The act was becoming a ritual anymore as Duo continued to show up for work in the sexiest outfits he’d ever seen. It didn’t escape him that the clothes would probably have looked ridiculous on anyone else but Duo was able to wear knee high boots and black leather jeans without coming off as cheep or flashy somehow. Nevertheless, the longhaired boy was pushing the pins with a mighty force that had Hiiro taking very long showers at night. As much as he wanted to be near the braided beauty he was dreading what he might have chosen to wear as he made his way toward the studio. Finding Wufei sitting in the dark hadn’t exactly what he’d expected. “What are you doing here?” he asked searching out the light switch. “Duo’s going to be late,” Wufei explained slowly rocking the stool Duo usually sat on back until it hit the wall. “That doesn’t answer my question,” Hiiro pointed out as he set about seeing to his equipment. If he hadn’t been expecting it the sound of the stool smacking into the floor would have startled him but he only paused at the cracking thump. “What did you do to him?” Wufei demanded evenly. “Nothing,” Hiiro replied. “Certainly not what he wants me too.” “Duo doesn’t sleep around,” the Chinese boy snipped defensively. Hiiro turned slowly to face him. “I never said he did.” “But you know why he’s parading around like a fashion model drop out.” “He’s just testing me.” “Why?” “Why does he test you?” Hiiro countered. “Because he doesn’t believe in people easily,” Wufei replied. “I’m his friend, but in order for me to stay his friend he needs to know I won’t fuck him over.” “That’s sort of a shity way to treat your friends if you ask me.” Wufei’s face flushed red as his brow fell but whatever retort had been on his lips remained unspoken. “Friends isn’t what you’re interested in,” he said instead kicking the stool back again. “No,” Hiiro admitted freely. “I can’t feel the way I do about him and consider myself just his friend.” “You’re saying you’re in love with him?” Wufei snorted but the amusement faded quickly when Hiiro replied simply… “Yes.” “Shit,” Wufei sighed setting the stool back down again. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into…” “It’s too late for warnings,” Hiiro chuckled, his gaze taking on a far-a-way quality as he quietly added, “It was too late the minute I heard him sing.” Wufei’s brow knit further. “People usually go for the bod first.” Hiiro snorted chuckling deeply as he replied, “I certainly wouldn’t mind,” but his tone sobered as he added, “But there’s a big difference between rolling someone and waking up with them in the morning.” “If that’s what you want you should go find it somewhere else,” Wufei advised rising from the stool. “I can’t,” was Hiiro’s reply. “Well,” the Chinese boy chirped clapping him on the shoulder. “Then I’ll be sure to send flowers.” The door opened admitting one scantily clad Duo which made Wufei chuckle and Hiiro groan out loud. “What’re you doing here, Fei?” he asked looking his friend over suspiciously as he went to set up. “Just covering your ass,” Wufei grinned whispering covertly to Hiiro, “Which is more than those shorts can say.” Duo eyed them disapprovingly when Hiiro almost choked trying to keep from laughing but the comment made it a little easier to keep his mind on the job. ~ * ~ tbc... |
