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"The Boy Next Door"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/Teenage Romance, Fluff, angst, sap,
eventual lemon, underage partying! Pairings: Eventual 1x2, 1+4, 2+3, 2+5, 3xOCs leading
to eventual 3x4 (they don’t know each other at first), mention of
(brief) past 3xHilde , 3+2, 3+5, eventual 5xM, 5+2, 5+3 Summary: This is the story of 4 teenage boy’s who grew up in the same neighborhood and the events following Quatre’s introduction to their school in which they learn some of the confusing and sometimes hard lessons of life. Beta'ed by Mechante Fille" ^-^ *snugs* "The Boy Next Door" Ch 4 Duo dug into his triple-decker banana split, the extra fudge oozing out to dribble onto the checkered table top of Louis’ Ice Cream Emporium. “What’d you do this time?” Wufei chuckled, slipping into the shiny, vinyl seat beside Trowa. “Who,” Duo corrected around a mouthful of raspberry cream. “Whom,” Trowa smirked. “Boy or girl?” their Chinese friend wanted to know. “Both,” Duo replied, making one of Wufei’s brows raise and Trowa’s mouth curl demonically. “You’re going to get smacked one of these days,” Wufei sighed. “Not with Duo playing lookout,” Trowa grinned. “I don’t know why I bother,” Duo grumbled, shoving another huge bite with lots of syrup and a shameful amount of sprinkles on it between his teeth. “Because I buy you ice cream,” Trowa chuckled. Duo paused a moment then nodded and swallowed. “They’re still gonna catch you some day,” he warned, guarding his mountain of confection from Wufei’s wandering spoon. “He’s right,” Wufei agreed. “When are you going to settle down and reap the benefits of having more than a warm body to hold?” Trowa’s eyes had shifted to the door, his lips curling slowly when he saw Quatre and two of his girlfriends coming inside as he replied, “When my dick falls off.” “Keep playing them two at a time and that won’t take long,” Duo snorted in his hot fudge. “Three,” the taller boy grinned, sliding out of his seat. Duo watched him approach the entering trio with mild apprehension but he seemed to be behaving so he sighed and turned back to his treat. “That one’s dangerous,” he commented, chasing a cherry around in the fudge. “You don’t really think Quatre and Hiiro are lover’s?” Wufei mused. Duo shrugged, turning to watch Trowa cop a feel of one of the girl’s asses as he helped her with her chair. “I doubt it,” Wufei smiled where his friend wouldn’t see it. “Hiiro’s never shown any indication…” he stopped, seeing the shadow in Duo’s eyes and suddenly understanding his attempt to console had backfired. “I doubt he’s his type.” Duo sighed, nodded, then dug into his desert with renewed vigor. “You’re Tamera, right?” Trowa asked of the pretty brunette across the table. He’d made sure the girls were seated side by side leaving him free to take the seat beside Quatre. She nodded, smiling prettily. “This is Karla,” she introduced her fair headed friend. “You don’t go to Fairfield do you?” “I should think not,” Karla giggled, sharing a quiet glance with Tamera. “Karla attends Grinott’s Finishing Academy in Richmond,” the brunette explained. Trowa nodded, pulling his feet back from their wandering attempts to graze the blond girl’s toes. Snobs were not to his taste. “And just how do you know our sweet Quatre?” he smiled, clearing his throat nervously and dropping his once splayed arms to his lap when the blond boy simply stared at him. “We went to middle school together,” Karla explained. “Hi,” Kitty, the waitress and Louis’ wife, greeted in her usual friendly manor, giving Trowa a once over before glancing at Duo and Wufei. “What can I get you?” “Coffee,” Karla replied. “Black, no sugar.” Trowa bit the inside of his cheek to keep from pointing out they both meant the same thing. “Louis’ special,” Tamera smiled. Quatre paused a moment to gaze at the menu in his hand again before laying it gracefully on the table. “Strawberries and cream, please. And could I get a straw with that?” Trowa stared openly as any number of fantasies brushed along his mind and swallowed hard when Quatre’s huge, blue-green eyes threatened to suck him in. “Trowa?” Kitty prompted in barely contained amusement. “Wha…? Oh, diet,” he replied, sitting up straighter as he shook the visions away. “You don’t care for ice cream?” Karla inquired. “Messes with my metabolism,” Trowa replied, unable to keep his eyes from the small smile on Quatre’s full, pink lips. “That’s intriguing,” Tamera commented. “Not many boys seem all that concerned about their weight.” “It’s not weight I’m worried about,” Trowa smiled, regaining some of his cocky air as he confessed, “It’s stamina.” The tone he had used clearly got the message across as both the girls giggled and blushed but Quatre’s only response was to check his shiny, diamond incrusted watch. “Wow,” Trowa commented, leaning in to get a better look. “It that thing real?” “Mm,” the blond boy nodded, allowing him a look. “A gift from my father last Christmas.” “Shit,” Trowa breathed, taking Quatre’s hand in his, the sparkling jewels casting dancing lights in his eyes and a frown upon Quatre’s lips until he breathed reverently, “It’s even got an altimeter.” Quatre smiled. “It’s waterproof and tells time in eighteen different countries, too.” “Cool,” Trowa grinned, examining the gizmo a little closer until he suddenly realized he was essentially holding Quatre’s hand and instantly let go. “It’s neat.” The blond looked somewhat puzzled but withdrew his arm and nodded. Trowa swallowed the nervous jitters that had risen up to infest his rib cage, glancing anxiously at Duo and Wufei as Kitty returned with their order. “Looks like my ride’s about ready,” he said absently, dropping a twenty on the table in his haste to vacate. “Trowa, you don’t have to…” “Maybe I’ll see you at school,” Trowa called back, moving quickly for safer ground. “You ready?” he asked, disregarding the fact that Duo was still shoveling the last bites of his desert in his mouth. “Why?” the long haired boy garbled around the dripping mouthful. “No reason,” Trowa shrugged, dropping another twenty on their table before pulling his reluctant friend from his seat. “Wait,” Duo mumbled, shoveling one last bite into his mouth. Wufei chuckled but grabbed his coat, abandoning his tea and pocketing the twenty in favor of dropping a ten before following them. “What is with you?” Duo grumbled, still wiping syrup from the corner of his mouth when they reached his bike. “Nothing.” “I suggest you get a handle on it whatever it is,” Wufei chuckled, stepping up to tuck the twenty in Trowa’s jacket pocket. “The tab was only seven fifty.” ** “Wufei!” The Chinese boy raised his visor to peer down at the slender form of his long haired friend. “You seen Trowa?!” Duo called through cupped hands, his braid blowing in the breeze of the small, bi-winged plane’s ancient props. Wufei held up a negative hand sign as he already had his mask on, putting the incident out of his mind as he closed his visor, lowered the modified hatch and taxied toward the runway. “Son of a bitch,” Duo grumbled, tucking his helmet under his arm while jogging back toward the command tent where their small group waited. His eyes fell on the newest recruit to the aeronautics club, noting that Quatre was, for once, not by Hiiro’s side. The absence of the blond brought concerns to his mind he didn’t really want to think about considering Trowa hadn’t shown up either. He dared a glance in Hiiro’s direction one more time before turning his attention to the antique bi-plane on the runway. “Lady Luck,” he called over the comm., checking the information on the screens one more time. “You are go for pre-flight sequence.” “Roger that,” Wufei’s static tone replied. Duo’s eyes took in the field as well as the group in general, straying once to Hiiro again as his hands moved over the alternating lights blinking on the console to confirm Wufei’s final check. “All systems go,” the Chinese boy reported. “Did we miss anything?” Duo paused to look up at the sound of Tamera’s voice, his brow creasing curiously when Quatre was buy her side but there was still no sign of Trowa. “We’re just getting ready to launch,” he replied. “Where’s Trowa?” Quatre shrugged. “Isn’t he here?” The fact that his friend had not been holed up in a cockpit somewhere showing the blond boy a new meaning for the term grated Duo’s nerves. Trowa had been a major contributor to this day so he knew how important it was to him to be there for their maiden flight. “Control?” “Give him another minute,” Duo sighed. “He’s still missing?” Wufei inquired impatiently. “Who’s missing?” Duo turned to find their tall friend waltzing in, his flight suit hugging his slender but powerful form and a small smirk on is lips. “Where in the hell have you been?” Duo grumbled. “I missed you too, baby,” Trowa smirked, trying to kiss his cheek but Duo shrugged him off. “Duo?” “You are clear for takeoff,” Duo grinned, hitting the all clear. “Woooow,” Quatre enthused, stepping forward to watch as the ancient plane sped down the runway. “You actually restored it?” “Wufei, Trowa and I,” Duo smiled triumphantly, giving a small whoop when the old flying machine rose into the air. “We helped,” a young lady known to most of the group as Hilde commented. “Indeed you did,” Trowa smiled but received only a scowl in return. “Sorry,” Duo chuckled, moving between them. “Of course you did. We’d still be cleaning five hundred year old grease off her insides without you guys.” The two young men flanking her smiled, then turned to watch the old plane make a huge loop-d-loop in the sky. “It’s like flying a whale!” Wufei laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “Just bring her back in one piece, Captain Ahab!” Duo joined in. “I want my shot!” “Do you always fly when the group meets?” Quatre inquired. “No,” Duo replied, checking the data stream being recorded on the plane’s performance. “We’ve been working on the Lady for almost two years so this is a special treat.” “Oh.” Duo chuckled at the disappointment in his tone. “We try to take the regulars up a couple of times a month, though. Howard insists we log the air time if we want to keep our licenses.” “The regulars?” Quatre inquired. “We’ll have a look before we leave,” Duo promised, joining Trowa at the control console and turning his full attention to the matter at hand. ** “That was really amazing,” Tamera beamed, seemingly oblivious to the change in her surroundings but Quatre’s mouth was almost drooling as he inspected one sleek jet after another. “Wow,” the blond boy cooed, stepping up to a compact, black model with laid back wings and a thin nose cone. “That’s a Falcon. You actually get to fly these?” “That’s Wufei’s favorite,” Duo nodded. “All the class C’s are kept in this hanger. You might get a shot at one next month if you’re credentials pass.” “Excellent,” Quatre beamed, running a hand reverently down the Falcon’s belly. “All I’ve ever gotten to fly are my fathers commercial P.O.P.’s.” “Then you’ll have to put in some time on the sims first,” Duo explained. “Trowa can set you up. He manages the units on weekends for extra cash.” “Would you mind?” Quatre asked, turning toward the tall, green-eyed boy who was, at present, showing Tamera the cockpit of a neighboring FX4. Trowa looked him over for a moment before shrugging and turning his attention back to the girl, leaving both Wufei and Duo to glance at each other in concern. It certainly wasn’t like their friend to pass up an opportunity to seduce a potential mate but considering the way Hiiro was glaring it stood to reason that he might not want to pour it on too thick with him around. Wufei noticed the shadow in Duo’s eyes and placed a hand on his shoulder as he inquired… “Anybody up for the Pit?” ** “I can’t believe he came,” Duo hissed, kicking back another shot. “Looks like he’s loosening up a little,” Trowa chuckled, moving his arm around Clarissa’s shoulder to get a sip of his scotch. “Or maybe he just didn’t want to bail on his friend,” Duo grumbled, falling back into the beanbag the rest of his body occupied to stare hazily at the stars above. “Maybe,” Wufei agreed, sipping his wine. “But I doubt it’s more than that.” “What?” Clarissa asked, giggling when Trowa goosed her and whispered something in her ear. Distraction successful, Wufei continued by indicating Quatre who was in the company of three young women, each of whom hung on him, kissed his cheek or laughed hysterically whenever he spoke. Hiiro sat nearby seemingly unaffected by the display, his eyes scanning the crowd of underage teens milling about the remains of a forgotten quarry they often used as a secret base for drinking parties. Most Friday nights filled the Pit with frolicking young adults eager to catch a buzz, listen to music and get laid, not necessarily in that order. Duo watched as Hiiro deflected another hopeful young maid who wandered off scowling over her shoulder at his rejection and sighed. “Why doesn’t he just pick one already,” he grumbled, sitting up to accept another shot from Hilde when she returned with a new bottle. “Maybe he’s shy,” the girl suggested, plopping to the ground when she misjudged how far it was from her ass. “Any girl in this town would lay down for him in a heartbeat,” Duo snipped, tossing back the shot irritably before falling back in his beanbag to brood. “Not to mention the guys,” Trowa kicked in, eyeing the handsome Japanese boy appreciatively. “Trowa!” Clarissa gasped, slapping him smartly on the leg. “Don’t say things like that. That’s just… wrong.” She giggled loudly again when Trowa’s fingers found the inside of her knee and wriggled mercilessly. “Then you better give me a reason not to cross over,” he grinned, growling playfully when she slipped down into their shared beanbag and squealed as he tried to kiss her. “Trowa?” An eerie silence fell on the group, informing the tall boy that something was amiss long before he raised his head and blearily greeted, “Elliot?” The boy stood ramrod straight, his beer grasped tightly in his right hand as his lips went thin, his eyes promising death to a certain young woman who was still giggling softly and peering out from under Trowa curiously. “W…what’re you…?” “What’re you doing here?” Trowa evaded, moving from on top of the girl. “Who’s this?” Clarissa asked, not liking the way the boy was glaring at her. “I’m his boyfriend,” Elliot snarled, stepping closer. “Ut ohhh,” Duo exclaimed, rolling over closer to Wufei and Hilde. “What?” the girl laughed. “Who is she?” Elliot demanded. “Calm down,” Trowa tried to placate him. “I can explain…” “Explain?” Clarissa chuckled though the sound held little mirth. “What is there to explain? Did you put him up to this?” “Nope,” Hilde gleefully supplied. Trowa sent her a hateful glance but it served no other purpose but to brighten her disposition. “Listen, Elliot. This isn’t what it looks like…” “Yes it is,” Clarissa countered, sitting up all the way. “Trowa, what’s this all about? Who is he?” “Well, he’s…” Trowa began but was at a loss for words until Elliot helped out. “His boyfriend,” he snapped. “So, why don’t you move your skinny ass somewhere else? Like Mt. Fuji.” “Shit,” Trowa groaned, trying to flash fry Duo with his eyes when he snickered drunkenly and hid under Wufei’s arm. “Don’t be ridiculous!” Clarissa growled, jumping to her feet. “You’re a boy! What would he want with you!? Stupid fag!” “Hey!” Duo snapped angrily, retaining his seat only due to Wufei’s strong grip. “Plenty!” Elliot retorted. “You’re crazy!” the girl snapped. “You have nothing he could possibly want!” “He was wanting just fine last time I had his dick in my mouth!” SMACK! “Whoa!” Trowa gasped, jumping to his feet. “You bitch!” Elliot snarled, launching himself on her. “Elliot!” It was all Trowa could do to separate the two, each time he got a grip on one the other took advantage to slap, kick or pull hair until they had lost control completely and turned their considerable wrath on Trowa as well. The incident was quickly drawing attention, some of the more inebriated spectators going so far as to begin chanting ‘fight-fight-fight’. Trowa took an elbow in the eye when he tried to get a grip on Clarissa’s waist, thanking all the stars above he preferred petite boys when Elliot rushed in and managed to punch him in the jaw when he moved the girl out of harm’s way. “Hey!” someone yelled. A big fellow Duo was sure he’d seen on the football field. “Leave that girl alone!” “Fuck off!” Elliot screamed unintelligently, getting his jaw jacked for it. “Back off!” Trowa growled, dropping Clarissa to go to Elliot’s aid. “You don’t hit girls!” the guy snapped, drawing back to punch Trowa but reeling when the taller boy planted a heel in his chest instead. “Shit,” Duo groaned, watching as the fight escalated into an all out brawl when the jock’s friends jumped in forcing him and Wufei to get involved but he’d had too many shots and ended up sheltered under the Chinese boy’s protection more often than not, the added burden soon over taxed Wufei, who was too busy keeping his own hide in one piece to keep track of Duo. A moment’s hesitation, a bad step in the wrong direction and the braided boy was suddenly facing the berserker wrath of a line backer twice his size. He managed to avoid the first blow through dumb luck alone but knew there was no way the second was breezing by. He had a strange instant when everything seemed to slow down as he prepared for the pain but the fist never fell. When he opened his eyes it was to see his attacker fall face first into the Earth. His jaw had barely fallen in shock when his wrist was seized and he was suddenly stumbling along behind none other than Hiiro Yui. “Wait!” he panted, looking back at his friends who where terribly out numbered now that he had a decent view but Hiiro refused to release him until they came to a large tarp covering an old machine embedded in the quarry wall. His jaw hung lax as Hiiro pulled the old canvas to reveal one of the water cannons that had been used to mine the rock. A couple of levers and cranks later and the entire scene below was being drenched in hundreds of gallons of stale, mildewed water that had lain stagnant in the quarry reservoir since summer and the fight was summarily forgotten. ** “Nnn!” “Oh, be still you big baby,” Duo scolded his green-eyed friend. “It’s your own fault.” Trowa sighed but quit squirming and let Duo finish disinfecting his lip. Elliot and Clarissa had finally calmed down enough to talk to one another and figure out they’d been played, leaving him without a boyfriend or a girlfriend, not to mention a black eye, split lip and assorted bruises all over his body. “One thing’s for sure,” Wufei chuckled, leaning back in the overstuffed chair in his dojo office. “You sure know how to throw a party.” “Then that boy was telling the truth?” All eyes turned to Hiiro who was leaning against the door frame, both arms folded over his chest and an unreadable expression in his eyes. “That all depends on your point of view,” Trowa replied, freeing himself from Duo’s tender loving care to lie back on the couch. “You lied to them.” Trowa’s gaze shifted to Quatre where he sat in the other chair, nursing a sore jaw. “I never promised them anything,” he shrugged. “It’s not my fault if they assumed there was more to it than there was.” Quatre’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully but it was Wufei who spoke. “You’ll never learn,” he sighed, shaking his head. “They knew what they were doing,” Trowa countered casually, though he seemed to become more depressed as the night wore on. “It’ll be all right,” Duo soothed, laying a comforting hand on his friend’s arm. “I know,” Trowa sighed. “It’s just…” Duo sat forward in his expectant hope, his ears perked to soak in the remorseful words of his childhood friend but his shoulders sagged when Trowa revealed his thoughts. “I guess I’ll be dry for awhile.” “Trowa!” Duo growled, pinching his leg. “Oww!” Trowa laughed, trying to turn the reprimand into an excuse to molest the long haired boy. “Come on,” Hiiro cut in, instantly quieting the rough play with his commanding tone. “I’ll take you home.” Duo’s eye’s flashed on Quatre but the blond had pulled his phone and from the sound of it was calling for a car from his estate to come and get him. Nervously, he turned back to find Hiiro looking steadily into his eyes and swallowed hard. “You don’t have too…” “You’re drunk,” Hiiro reasoned. “I’m fine,” Duo countered, having lost his buzz some time back. “Go on,” Wufei encouraged with a soft smile that brought a red tint to Duo’s face. “I’ll drive Trowa home and stuff him in a window so Cathy doesn’t find out.” “Gee, thanks,” Trowa interjected sourly. “You can drop…” “It’s on my way,” Hiiro reminded him, holding out his hand. “You ummm, know how to ride a bike?” the braided boy asked evasively, nodding when Hiiro merely raised a brow and continued to hold out his hand. “You’re sure you’ll be ok?” “Go,” Trowa chuckled, nudging him off the couch with his toe. “Right,” Duo breathed, fishing the keys to his bike out of his pocket. “You don’t drink right?” he asked just for good measure, nodding again at the lack of response before dropping the keys in Hiiro’s palm. “You can ride in front if you want,” Hiiro commented as he straddled the little, one fifty motorcycle. It was just right for Duo to putt around town but it wasn’t really designed for two riders and his face flushed crimson at the thought of having Hiiro’s arms around him and his body pressed along his back. “I’m all right,” he insisted. “You’ve been drinking,” Hiiro reminded him, making room on the small seat. “It would be dangerous if you were to pass out and…”“Oh, come on,” Duo grumbled. “I’m not drunk anymore.” “Please.” The one word went straight through the braided boy’s flesh, racing in his veins until it gripped mercilessly around his heart. There was nothing more to do but to seat himself in front of his would-be caretaker. He shivered as he slipped his leg over the seat and felt the heat of Hiiro’s body mold firmly to his back but it had nothing to do with the chill of the night. “Ok?” Duo nodded though he felt anything but as Hiiro’s arms came around him to grip the handlebars. He fought the blush but lost miserably as Hiiro shifted, bringing the bike to stand and raising the kickstand, every movement of his incredible body causing his chest, stomach and hips to caress Duo’s back and ass in a most delicious way. It was all the braided boy could do not to groan, then suddenly they were moving and the fresh, crisp air aided him in his effort to keep his body temperature down. It had always been like this; every time he found himself in the handsome, Japanese boy’s presence he lost control of his senses. Ever since that day when Hiiro had kissed him but when the other’s had laughed and teased him about it because he hadn’t been aware of Duo’s gender, his long hair and youthful appearance hiding the fact well enough, Hiiro had barely acknowledged he was alive. Now, he was sitting right behind him, sharing his heat as he expertly maneuvered them down familiar streets. His arms encircling, his breath brushing warmly along Duo’s neck and he smiled and tried to just enjoy it while he could. The ride was over much too quickly however, and he sighed internally when they pulled up in the driveway of his home. “Thanks,” he offered, accepting the keys from his unlikely savior. Hiiro nodded then turned to gaze at the house. The windows were dark as was usually the case this late in the evening. It was well past midnight meaning that most, if not all of the home’s occupants were asleep, though Mrs. Sheebly was sometimes known to wait up if she was particularly worried about Duo. “Do you think he’ll learn anything?” For a moment Duo had no clue what he was talking about, stunned as he was by the attempt at small talk, but then his brain kicked in. “I doubt it,” he chuckled, amending at Hiiro’s disappointed gaze, “Not yet anyway.” There was an awkward silence where Duo expected them to part company but Hiiro remained standing silently before him. “Well… goodnight,” he said, not knowing what else to say before turning uncertainly toward the house. “I hope he doesn’t catch cold.” Duo paused only a moment before the confusion over Hiiro’s joining him in the trek to the door set in. “Who?” he asked, moving slowly as Hiiro’s steps settled beside him. “Wufei,” Hiiro smirked from beneath his bangs. “He was soaked.” “Oh, yeah,” Duo laughed, tucking his hands in his jacket pockets. “That was pretty quick thinking, by the way,” he smiled. “Seemed the fastest way to cool everyone off,” Hiiro shrugged. “It definitely chilled them out,” Duo chuckled, adding on an after thought, “Thanks for not letting me get my head bashed in.” Hiiro shrugged it off, seeming uncomfortable with the topic then they had reached the porch where Duo’s foot paused on the bottom step as Hiiro had stopped. When he looked back the Japanese boy was gazing straight into his eyes, an expression so gently askance dancing on his face it took Duo’s breath away. “Hiiro/Duo,” they both said at once, chuckling at the blunder but it was Duo who had looked away in his embarrassment so he didn’t really see it coming when Hiiro stepped boldly forward and kissed him. Duo gasped but refused to draw away; hell, he didn’t want to breathe for fear of waking up but his blood rushing suddenly to his head left him dizzy and fairly certain he wasn’t asleep in the first place. Hiiro held the kiss, his mouth pressed firmly to Duo’s for a long moment, long enough to let go a long breath and soft groan, then stepped back just as quickly as he had approached. “Night,” he said shortly and was suddenly gone. Duo’s mind spun carefree for a time as the cool breeze played with his bangs until Hiiro’s back had disappeared around the fence that separated their yards then his lips slowly curled into a huge, sparkling grin.
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