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"Rolling Thunder"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: just about everything? lol ok, ok umm
Angst, Fluff, Lemons of the not too graphic kind, Insta-Obsession
^-^, Casual sex (Fei-baby’s havin’ a good time ^_^) Ssssap
*pulls fingers free of sticky keyboard*, AU/College Break/Romantic
Adventure, Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x uh… anyone that’ll lie down? lol, 5x13 Beta’ed by Mechante Fille Summary: Hiiro is coerced by his college buddies
to take a reluctant holiday to the beautiful islands of Hawaii but
soon finds himself hopelessly infatuated by a pair of fiery, violet
eyes. " Rolling Thunder "
It was a pointless endeavor, he’d known that even before he agreed to the ridiculous notion of using their winter break to feign a business trip and snag a free Hawaiian vacation. Sure, it was fine for Wufei; all he had to do was tell his prominent family that he had plans to meet with the brass on Lanai and they’d give him a blank check but Hiiro was working his way through school on scholarships and couldn’t afford to waste funds. Trowa wasn’t in any better shape, having barely managed to pay this year’s tuition with what he could make performing with his sister during the summer break at the circus, hence the ‘business’ trip that required them to stay at one of Lanai’s most prominent resorts. Wufei, having majored in pre-law and business, came up with the brilliant idea that they could write the trip off by setting up meetings with perspective partners during their stay but it was obvious to Hiiro his friend’s interest was exclusively in the sort of partner that required satin sheets and a key to his suite. All Hiiro wanted to do was relax and get a head start on next semester but it was Wufei’s house, a free ride gifted to the prodigal son and future heir to the Chang Dynasty, that their friend generously shared. It would have been seriously bad form to deny the Chinese boy the pleasure of their company after all he had done so Hiiro bucked up, packed an overnight bag and tried to make the best of the situation. Trowa, on the other hand, was sporting a pair of Bermuda shorts that seemed to have been around since the sixties, a pair of cheap, dark sunglasses and a suspicious, tube shaped bulge in his back pocket that made Hiiro wish he’d booked a room at a different hotel. The flight into Hawaii had been long and uneventful enough that Hiiro had fallen into a light slumber. His mind prepared to click off the first leg of this journey, putting him one step closer to returning home when he heard the announcement of their imminent arrival and opened his eyes. Other passengers, Wufei and Trowa included, were shifting their belongings and stretching to peer out of windows in the hope of catching a glimpse of the famous islands below. Hiiro glanced out his window and had to admit the view was quite spectacular. The land was lush and green, the beaches that were quickly becoming more visible as they descended sparkled reverently where they kissed the deep, ocean waves. It certainly wasn’t like the mainland, the water was much darker here, deeper, richer. His eyes moved from the shoreline back over the expanse of land where mountain peaks could be seen in the distance. No; not just mountains, volcano’s and a number of them quite active. The sight intrigued him, sending a small thrill down his spine. This was a place of dangerous beauty filled with wondrous contrasts like that of the molten rock that bubbled in those deadly peaks and the life giving spirit of the sea. It was beautiful but in no way aided any of them toward their goals. Hiiro turned his attention back to the mundane task of preparing to land. “Aloha.” Having been born just about as far from the ocean as possible was, in Trowa’s eyes, the worse possible scenario. All his life he had longed for the sea which was why he had worked so hard to get into the Steinhart Institute. He had met Hiiro after admission on his first year, having chosen also to major in oceanography. However, whereas Hiiro’s interest lay in the seemingly infinite expanse of the undersea world, Trowa’s true interest was above the deep blue water where the wind played with the surface of the sea, the tide and pull of the moon creating great swells that lapped at the land and beckoned to him. Trowa was here for the waves, a surfer at heart and very much interested in competing in the world class competition that was to be held during their week long stay. Hiiro had made an appointment with the mediator of the Colonial Oceanographic Institute in the hope of actually turning this lame brained scheme into something productive. The landing on Lanai was much quieter; the small plane they had arrived in ignored for the most part save two attendants that quickly unloaded their luggage and then disappeared. A short cab ride took them into the interior where they got their first look at everyday life in the islands. It didn’t seem all that different other than the fact that Wufei was practically hanging out the window drooling at anything in a bikini top. The population of which multiplied, much to their raven haired companion’s delight, the closer they got to the resort which was located right on the coast. Koele International Suites offered all the amenities including its ocean view, private beaches and Olympic sized swimming pool. Wufei had booked them a large suite, assuring his friends the exuberant amount paid for the room would be fully recovered on next year’s tax return. Hiiro had checked into this claim thoroughly before allowing his over enthusiastic comrade to foot the bill but all seemed in order so he was forced to relent. He had to admit the resort was elegant with a high, vaulted ceiling in a spacious lobby that seemed grossly elaborate considering the minimal amount of people present. It was the off season though, so it stood to reason the place wouldn’t be overrun with guests. Almost anyone that would be attending the surfing contest wouldn’t have been able to afford a plush hotel so they were spared the huddled tourist crowd. Checkin went smoothly and Hiiro found himself content with the fact that they all had a separate room in their suite. When he thought of the price that was being paid for the rooms even in the off season it seemed only fair. He had taken only enough time to claim his room, laying his duffel on the bed, before Wufei appeared in the doorway wearing a black and tan Speedo and a wide grin. “Time to hit the beach,” he grinned, draping one of the hotel towels over his golden shoulder. Hiiro paused momentarily, gazing at the image he presented. Golden skin accentuated by black eyes and raven hair, a slim but powerful build and the evidence of daily workouts carved into his torso. “Hungry?” the Chinese boy smirked. Hiiro felt the heat rise to his cheeks but didn’t bother to hide it as he turned back to his pack and simply replied, “Tramp.” “You wish,” Wufei chuckled. “That would be Trowa.”“He’s not my type,” their tall companion snickered, breezing by the door in his loud shorts, his chest bare and a towel in his hand. “Only because I won’t give it up,” Wufei grinned but the smirk died a horrible death when Trowa’s amused tone inquired… “Is that an offer?” “In your dreams,” Wufei snorted derisively, yelping as the back of his suit was suddenly snapped and Trowa replied… “That can be arranged.” “Not in this lifetime,” the Chinese boy grumbled, watching warily over his shoulder as Trowa breezed out the front door. “You coming?” he asked, turning back to his sullen, Japanese friend. “I’ll be down in a bit,” Hiiro promised. “I want to unpack and have a look around.” Wufei sighed but relented, knowing Hiiro’s being here was a miracle in itself. He knew better than to push too hard so he smiled and followed Trowa down the hall. Hiiro breathed his first clear breath since leaving the mainland, dropping onto the bed for a moment’s reprieve. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate Wufei’s efforts; he knew he was antisocial and reclusive but no matter how hard he tried he simply couldn’t see any of this as useful. He had his goals and they were enough. All this talk of sowing his oats and having fun just seemed like such a waste of time. But, he was here and regardless of how much time and energy his friends were willing to waste he intended to make the most of it. Twenty minutes later he stepped into the elevator, having fully unpacked and read over the information pamphlets explaining the resort’s amenities. Happily, there was a health club located on the premises that sounded like a very good place to relieve some stress but when the elevator doors opened on the ground floor he was suddenly sideswiped by a fast moving custodian cart that nearly took off his big toe. “Oh, man! Sorry,” someone said, startling him further as it was not the voice of a young maid as he had expected. “I didn’t hit you did I?” No, that was definitely not the voice of a young woman, nor was it coming from anything that remotely resembled a maid. Hiiro stood staring breathlessly at the wet dream that smiled concernedly before him. Never in his wildest fantasies had he ever dared believe such a creature existed. Those eyes… “Sir?” “Hm?” My god, that face. “Are you ok?” the young man asked cautiously, carefully looking him over. “I didn’t think I hit you. I’m really sorry…” “You didn’t.” Merciful heaven, was this person actually real? “Are you sure you’re ok?” the custodian asked, looking back as if to assess if he should take further action and Hiiro almost groaned out loud when he got a look at the thick rope of glistening, chestnut braid trailing down his back. “Duo? Is anything wrong?” a man in a tweed jacket and way too much hair oil asked as he approached. “Sorry, Mr. Aoli. I guess I was…” “Everything’s fine,” Hiiro cut in, smiling warmly in spite of his hammering heart. “Duo?” he repeated the name, loving the way it tingled on his tongue as the beautiful boy before him smiled a small confirmation. “Was just helping me locate the gym.” “I’d be happy to show you,” Aoli smiled, looking down his rather pointed nose at Duo. “Right this way.” “Have a nice day.” Hiiro paused to glance back at the elevator, delighting in the boy’s smile before the doors slid shut. “How are you enjoying your stay?” Aoli asked, walking at a brisk pace. “Your staff is very… efficient.” Hiiro commented, glancing back at the elevator doors again. “Thank you,” the man smiled smugly. “We do try to hire the best.” “I’ve never seen a male custodian before.” Aoli shifted uncomfortably. “He’s not, actually,” he explained. “One of our maids just had a baby so we’re a little short handed. I apologize for the inconvenience…” “Hardly,” Hiiro smiled, stopping in front of the glass doors that led to the health club. “I find your open minded solution commendable. You’re lucky to have such a versatile employee.” “He has his uses,” Aoli smiled, sending a dark tremor down Hiiro’s spine. Here was a prime example of why he chose an antisocialist's life. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said, leaving to continue his quest for stress relief but two hours, four exercise machines and ten miles later he had to admit the workout wasn’t helping. Not now, not after having met such a perfectly sublime individual. It was odd but until the moment he’d looked into Duo’s incredible blue/violet eyes he’d actually believed anyone that beautiful couldn’t possibly exist. They were the creations of trick photography and creative airbrushing, images found on the covers of magazines but not real people. Duo had changed his mind instantly about that philosophy, he was quite simply drop dead gorgeous and as much as Hiiro hated to admit it, most probably as straight as they come. He sighed hoping Wufei and Trowa didn’t get wind of this or he’d never hear the end of it. So far he’d managed to remain carefully neutral, making it nearly impossible for them to meddle and attempt to set him up with someone. However, if either of them got a look at his eyes when Duo was around, the cat would be out of the bag; there was no way he’d be able to hide that sort of attraction. It made him wonder if Duo had picked up on it already, if he’d offended him with his hungry gaze. For a short while he’d allowed the fantasy that perhaps this trip had conjured up something of interest after all but after thinking it over, Duo’s presence seemed all the more reason not to be here. He was once again thankful the resort wasn’t anymore crowded as he made his way outside toward the beach and his friends. Several of the young ladies lounging by the pool took notice of him, making him feel uncomfortable in the bright sunshine. They had arrived mid-morning and the sun was high overhead, reminding him that their breakfast had consisted of a snack on the plane. It didn’t take long to find Trowa as even on this foreign shore he was easily the tallest person riding the waves. Hiiro smiled as he watched his graceful friend skitter along the ocean’s surface, knowing full well the elation he must have been feeling considering the waves here were quite a bit larger than he was used to. He seemed to have mastered them with little trouble however, and Hiiro watched his acrobatics until a loud squeal came from down the beach. He turned his head and sighed at the sight of Wufei in the company of three young women. Two blondes and a brunette laughed and squealed again as he playfully propped one of the lighter haired ladies on his shoulder and tried to goose another. “Hiiro!” He’d been spotted. Damn. “Hey!” Wufei grinned, smoothly depositing his curvaceous burden on the sand as he and his new friends scampered closer. “Where’s your suit?’ the Chinese boy inquired, knowing full well Hiiro had no interest in frolicking in the sand. “I’m going to get some lunch,” Hiiro informed him, turning his gaze back to where Trowa was catching a nice tunnel. “Sounds good,” Wufei smiled, slipping an arm around the second blonde’s waist. “This is Kaley, Marsha and Brit,” he introduced, tucking Brit the brunette under the other arm as he spoke. Hiiro practiced good manners, turning his attention back to the group only to shiver inwardly at the hopefulness in their eyes. Didn’t these women have anything better to do? “Hiiro,” he nodded, leaving their eyes shadowed with dark curiosity as he turned back to watch Trowa pull himself free of the surf and jog toward them, board in hand. “This place is incredible!” he grinned, his emerald eyes shimmering with the excitement of a wondrous new discovery. “You looked great out there,” Hiiro smiled. “Thanks,” Trowa replied, grateful for his friend’s support. He spent as much time as possible surfing back home but this was the first time he’d gotten a chance at some world class waves. He had also never competed before, a fact Hiiro was well aware of which showed in his open support. “We’re going to get some lunch,” Wufei smiled, gathering his towel from the sand. “Who’s your friend?” Marsha, the darker of the two blondes asked, smiling openly at their tall companion but Trowa’s gaze had wandered back out to sea. “This is Trowa,” Wufei replied, playfully wrapping her up in his towel. “But he’s a waste of time,” he explained. “Oh,?” she giggled, managing to bump into the object of their conversation. “Unless you’ve got a brother you want to set up,” Wufei laughed, feigning a retreat when the other two girls teamed up on him. Marsha joined in the game but glanced back at Trowa, whose eyes were still steadfastly fixed on the sea. Hiiro chuckled, shaking his head and wondering how far this girl would have to go before she realized it was a lost cause. Not only was his friend the epitome of homosexuality, but the way he was staring at the water revealed his ultimate fascination. “That good, huh?” Hiiro grinned, turning his eyes to gaze where Trowa’s were fixed but the taller boy didn’t appear to hear him. Hiiro’s brow creased and he took in the intensity of Trowa’s attention. Curious, he followed his gaze and felt a wide smile spread over his lips when it became apparent it wasn’t merely the waves that had his friend so transfixed. He didn’t know who the blond guy on the long board was but from the way Trowa was devouring him with his gaze he was in for a long week. It wasn’t often the tall athlete showed an interest in someone but when he did he was hound doggish in his persistence. Hiiro chuckled, hoping the guy was open minded and clapped Trowa on the shoulder, bringing him out of his trance. “Let’s get something to eat.” Wufei insisted that the girls join them at the pool side bar and grill. Their table was al fresco with a good view of the pool, beach and western wing of the hotel where their rooms were located. Hiiro found his mind wandering up the floors, wondering where Duo might be and which room he might be cleaning while Wufei pumped their guests for information on the local scene and flirted shamelessly. Marsha hadn’t seemed to have gotten the message and made sure she was seated next to Trowa, who used every trick in the book to make it impossible for her to get too close. Wufei tried to make up for his lack of interest and Hiiro’s utterly nonexistent presence but he was merely one man so there soon came a moment when the three girls simply overpowered him. “Is it hard?” “Beg pardon?” Trowa replied, pausing in mid bite to stare at her. “Surfing,” Marsha smiled playfully. “Not for me,” he informed her, tucking his bit of tomato into his mouth. “Trowa was born with a board under his ass,” Wufei laughed. “You go to the same school, right?” Brit asked, sipping her passion pink, umbrella topped, daiquiri. “Are you studying law also?” Marsha inquired, brightening. Trowa snorted almost blowing soda out his nose. “No,” was his amused reply. “What about you?” Kaley asked, smiling shyly at Hiiro. “I have no interest in law,” he explained evenly, turning his attention back to the many layers of hotel where Duo was undoubtedly busily stripping someone’s sheets. “Actually,” Wufei interjected with quiet excitement. “He’s the son of a mafia king in Chicago,” he said, indicating Trowa who chuckled around his carrot. “And he’s an international spy,” the Chinese boy went on but Hiiro chose to simply ignore his antics. “That’s why they both need me,” Wufei grinned at the amused expressions on the girl’s faces. “Someone’s got to keep them out of trouble.” “You’re a pillar of strength,” Brit teased, poking him in the ribs. “That has yet to be seen,” Wufei grinned, retaliating by slipping a piece of ice down the back of her shorts. They were giggling while Kaley aided her friend in stopping Wufei from going in after it when Trowa suddenly choked, spiting half his soda all over his plate but his emerald eyes never left the entryway to the cafe. “Trowa?!” Hiiro laughed, concernedly patting him on the back but the taller boy was suddenly in motion, his hand snagging his shirt off the back of his chair as he moved fluidly around Wufei’s chair and quickly extracted himself. He was halfway to the stairs that led down to the pool before they saw what had so urgently called him away. Hiiro snickered softly, wondering how the blond boy was going to receive his over zealous friend but when Trowa skidded up in front of him and his friend the blond smiled as bright as the sun. Hiiro watched while his friend introduced himself and nodded politely when the blond looked toward them, indicating Trowa had claimed them as his companions, the open delight on the stranger’s face showed promise for Trowa’s possible success but brought a shadow to Hiiro’s heart. He couldn’t help but envy his friend’s bold determination and as Trowa moved off to join the blond and his friend, his gaze drifted back to the towering hotel that housed the single most fascinating creature he’d ever chanced to meet. A short while later Trowa and his new friend returned with fresh towels and exciting news. “This is Quatre,” he smiled, taking advantage of the moment to lay a supportive hand on the blond boy’s elbow and Hiiro smiled seeing the newcomer didn’t seem to mind. “He’s here for the competition, too.” “Oh?” Wufei smiled, leaning closer to Brit as he tucked a french-fry in his mouth. “Do you live around here?” “No,” Quatre replied a bit too happily. “We just follow the waves.” “He’s going to show me where to register,” Trowa informed them. “You coming back?” Wufei smirked, flashing Marsha a sympathetic glance. “I don’t know,” Trowa mused, turning to Quatre. “You want to catch some waves?” “Sure!” the blond boy chirped. “Great,” Trowa smiled, daring to touch the small of his back when they turned to leave. “I’ll lay you ten to one we don’t see him again before tomorrow,” Wufei chuckled. “No deal,” Hiiro grinned, watching his friend find anther reason to touch Quatre when he opened the gate for them to leave the pool area. “They’ll miss all the fun,” Marsha sighed. “Doubtful,” Wufei smirked. “But the luau’s tonight,” Kaley argued. “Luau?” Hiiro repeated, uncertain if he was up for such an event. “They have one once a week,” the girl explained. “There’s a feast and a show and a big bonfire on the beach,” she smiled excitedly. A party. “Looks like we got here just in time,” Wufei smiled, casually slipping his arm over the back of Brit’s chair. “You are coming…right?” he asked, eyeing his quiet friend intently. Hiiro turned to gaze up at the hotel again and wondered if Duo would be participating in this luau. Did he live in the hotel? Did his ‘many uses’ include building bonfires or serving drinks? “Hiiro?” Wufei intoned, clearly unhappy with his companion’s silence but his face went instantly blank when Hiiro turned to him and smiled. “Sounds like fun.” For a moment there was no reaction, the Chinese boy simply stared in wide-eyed wonder at his smirking friend then slowly his mouth spread in a wide, happy grin. “Well, all right!” ~ * ~ tbc... |
