disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment.
title: mercury rising
archive: shinigami&wing http://www.1X2X1.org
warnings: yaoi, AU, light angst, POV in later parts, OOC (depends), citrus in various forms (too long a list to mention)
spoilers: you're kidding....right?
pairings: 2+1, 1X1, 2X2, 2X1 it's heero and duo, folks. do i ever write anything else?!?!
notes: my muses took off on this one. im trying to keep them in character as much as possible given the obvious total rewrite of their pasts. this was *supposed* to be another PWP, but it took on a life of its own and ended up to be fairly long and i'm pretty sure it's not a pwp anymore, but i'm unable to put my finger on exactly what it is. *sweatdrops* it is also the first time i've attempted to write a fic where heero and duo are NOT heero and duo... meaning there was no war and that they grew up having lived relatively normal lives; very much unlike their soldier counterparts. it is also my first attempt at a strict 2X1.
summary: heero and duo are both 20 and in college and it is summertime. they don't know each other.. but they will.
// thoughts //
The green LED read 8:00 the following evening when I gathered my towel and goggles and left for my evening swim. It was nearly an hour later than usual, but I'd gotten rather involved in writing my current program and time just seemed to slip away from me.
The light inside the pool was on and since it wasn't quite dark out, I left the floodlights off and stripped down to my bathing suit. Instead of my usual dive; tonight I entered the water via the stairs and slowly adjusted to its cool temperature. After about 20 minutes of fairly vigorous swimming, I climbed the ladder and dried myself off before reclining back onto the lounge. I turned my attention toward the guest house as I heard the front door close and watched as Duo made his way over to where I sat.
I smiled. "Hi."
He seated himself on the chair next to me. "You're out here late."
"Yeah. I was working on a script."
"You mind if I go for a swim?"
I didn't know why he felt the need to ask my permission, but I answered. "Nope. Go right ahead."
"Thanks." He stood and reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. I tried not to be too obvious as I watched him, letting my eyes travel downward over his chest and well-toned stomach; stopping at the small golden ring that pierced his navel. "That's all the piercings I have." he offered.
I blushed slightly at having been caught watching him. I didn't know how to respond. "It's interesting." It was.
He let out a small laugh. "Water warm?"
He nodded and proceeded to unfasten his shorts. I turned my head away; not because I didn't want to see him, but because I did and I was already partially aroused just seeing him without his shirt and that I'd had the pleasure of watching him remove it.
"It's great swimming out here at night."
// Of all the times for him to start talking to me. // I bent my legs at the knees and brought them up toward my chest to hide the rising bulge in my suit before turning to face him. "There's a nice atmosphere. I think it's the pool light."
He looked over at the pool and I took the opportunity to let my eyes quickly travel the length of his Speedo clad form. Big mistake. His body was lean and firm and I could see the muscles in his upper thighs rippling as he bent to take off his sandals. His body was exquisite; far better than I had imagined.
"You coming in?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I just got out."
"Oh. Okay." he reached behind his back and brought the end of his braid in front of him.
I closed my eyes. // Please don't tell me he is going to let down his hair. //
"My hair is nothing but one big snarl if I don't take the braid out before I swim. " he paused. "You sleeping?"
I opened my eyes. "No." The spread fingers of both his hands were working slowly through his hair as he undid the braid; undoing me in the process. I wondered what it might feel like to run my hands through it and whether it was as soft as it looked. I clenched my fists tightly as I watched him finish the task. He tossed most of his knee length hair over his shoulders as he climbed up onto the flight deck. "Are you sure don't want to come in?"
That was the second time he'd said the word come. I swallowed hard. "No thanks."
He shrugged his shoulders and walked to the very tip of the diving board and raised his arms high up over his head. He was in profile now and I could easily see the bulge of his manhood stretching out the black spandex of his suit from this angle.
In a few seconds he'd be wet and if that wasn't bad enough; I couldn't stop myself from envisioning how his body must look as it moved through the water. I was painfully erect and I looked down into my lap at the wet spot on my navy suit.
The second I heard him hit the water, I rose and swiftly made my way into the guest house. Once inside, I headed for the bathroom, leaning against the door after I'd closed it. I reached down into my bathing suit and wrapped my hand around my cock and groaned. "Oh God....." I immediately began stroking myself roughly, I was so close... just from seeing him like that. I closed my eyes and pictured him naked; it was so much easier now and it was an unbelievable turn on. I moved toward the sink as I pushed my suit down and rested my thighs against the porcelain, thrusting my hips forward as I moaned his name aloud and prepared to climax.
"You okay in there, Heero?"
Before I could answer, the heard the doorknob rattle and door swung open just as I reached to close it.
Duo's eyes were incredibly wide as he stared at me; bathing suit down at my ankles and cock in hand.. "Whoops...."
He stepped outside and closed the door. I locked it and leaned back against it; giving myself a few more firm strokes before coming hard, fast and as quietly as I could. I looked up into the mirror across the room. "Shit." Why hadn't I locked the damn door?
I cleaned myself off; all the while hoping that Duo had the decency to be no where in sight when I exited the room. I was mortified that he'd seen me and having to face him now would just make things worse... if they could get any worse. I ran my fingers through my hair, took a deep breath and unlocked the door.
I froze as I stepped out into the hall and felt my face flush.
Duo was leaning up against the door frame with his arms folded at his waist and a very amused look on his face.
I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it again. I had no idea of what to say.
"I'm really sorry I barged in on you like that. I saw you run into the house and I thought you might have been sick or something. And then I heard you moaning.... turned out to be a different kind of moaning though."
"Duo...." I blushed even further and was glad he cut me off; I wasn't sure what I was going to say.
"Listen, don't worry about it, Heero. Feel better now?"
"Yeah." I cracked a small smile. He was so damn casual about it. I doubt I would have reacted the same had I caught him masturbating. I put an immediate halt that line of thought. // Bad idea, Heero. //
"I should go."
"You wanna hang out for a while?"
I looked over at him. In my severe state of embarrassment, I hadn't noticed that he was still dressed in only his bathing suit; his very skimpy bathing suit... and that he was wet. There was water dripping from his hair...... droplets rolling down his face...... down his shoulders.... down his chest... down his.... "Maybe some other night."
I walked toward the door and he followed behind me, opening it to let me exit. "Night."
I hurried home and collapsed onto my bed and tried not to think about what had just happened; certain I would never be able to face him again.
I woke in the morning with a much clearer head. My cheeks still warmed as I thought about last night; but I found myself chuckling on more than one occasion about it. The only thing that saved me from complete and utter mortification was the fact that Duo had no idea that it was him that caused me such an urgent need to seek pleasure by my own hand right there in his bathroom. I found myself hard again as I thought about seeing him in nothing but that small black Speedo.
It was then that I realized that I wasn't sure if I could control the probable reaction to being in the same room with him. I had horrific visions of coming to full arousal every time he was near me. It was a nightmare.. a wonderfully sexy, erotic nightmare and I needed to find a way out of it or I'd be spending the rest of the summer in my room.... with the shades drawn.
I rose and headed for the shower, still wondering how I was going to handle this and breakfast in 20 minutes would be the first test. Adjusting the water temperature to several degrees colder than usual, I stepped inside and convinced myself that I was over-reacting and that if I was wrong; I would be able to successfully crush my desire before it made itself known.
I was well aware that it was bullshit; but I was known to have more than an adequate amount of self-control.... even if it had failed me last night.
Last nights situation seemed all but forgotten as I greeted him when I entered the kitchen and things between Duo and I were pretty much as they had been. We'd learned to deal with one another on a surface level; this seemed to please Cynthia.
Duo casually mentioned at breakfast that he was having company that night. Cynthia had given him permission have a few friends over last week and he informed us that tonight was the night.
"A few of the guys are coming tonight at around 8." He turned toward me. "You're more than welcome to join us, Heero. Nothing fancy, just some subs and chips and stuff."
I was a little surprised that he'd extended me the invitation, even though I was sure it was only done out of courtesy. I wasn't much of a joiner and this was someplace I was certain I wouldn't fit in. I knew he was aware of that as well.
I thanked him politely without outright declining the invitation, but I think he understood my intention.
Cynthia couldn't leave well enough alone. "You should go, Heero."
I glared at her. "I'll give it some thought." It was not a complete lie, I would give it another moment of my attention later on, though it was really pointless.
It was unusually cool for a mid-July morning and I turned off the air conditioner in my room and opened the windows. I could hear music coming from the guest house and assumed that Duo was doing some last minute cleaning and preparations for his guests. I tried to make out what he was listening to; all but the bass lost in the distance.
I knew that he listened to music quite frequently, but since he'd always been plugged in, I had no idea what type of music he was into. I somehow doubted it was classical, but then again, he had surprised me on more than one occasion.
I spent the afternoon compiling the scripts I'd written the night before; pretty much pleased with the outcome of my efforts. I'd just began running the programs and looking for bugs when I heard a knock on the door.
"Heero.. dinner in 10 minutes."
"I'll be down in a few minutes. Thank you, Cynthia."
I closed out everything I was working on and made my way over to the window, wondering if Duo was going to join us for dinner. I found him walking toward the house and smiled, heading downstairs.
Discussion over dinner centered mostly around Duo's get-together. I figured that Cynthia did it intentionally in order to get me to join the party. It mildly pissed me off and I think she finally noticed and drew the conversation to a close. There was little else said during dinner.
I retreated back to my room afterwards, leaving Duo and Cynthia in the kitchen. I'd no doubt they knew I was annoyed. It was several minutes later before I heard a knock on my door. "Heero? It's me... can I come in?"
It was Duo. This was the first time he'd been up here I was certain that Cynthia had put him up to it. I looked around the room to make sure it was tidy; straightening out the comforter on my bed before responding.
"Sure.. the door is open."
He entered with a smile, looking around the room before focusing on me. "Nice room."
"Thanks. Something I can do for you?"
"Yeah, actually. I was wondering if I could borrow a few of your CD's. I left most of mine back in the city."
He looked a little embarrassed, which was an statement I'd yet to see on him; he looked cute. I motioned toward the metal rack that held my CD's. "Help yourself."
He smiled and headed for the rack beside my bed. "Great collection." he commented.
I was sure that he was being polite. My musical tastes were not that of a typical 20 year old. Then again.... Duo was anything but a typical 20 year old either; just in a very different way than me.
"I didn't peg you for the 'Tool' type."
"It's a new interest." I told him. I looked down at the CD's he held in his hand. "Funny, I didn't peg you for the classical music type." I returned.
We exchanged smiles. I figured we'd both been judging each other unfairly and without enough information to do so. It wasn't usually my way, but he was an enigma and I needed somewhere to start. The thought of actually asking him about himself scared me and I'm sure I appeared unapproachable to him as well. I was.
"You sure you don't mind?" He was holding up about 20 CD's.
"I know where you live." I smiled toward him.
He chuckled and thanked me again, stopping at the door on the way out. "I really want you to come later. I think you might enjoy yourself."
I could tell he was being genuine this time; maybe he had been before as well. "I really don't think so..."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever...." and made his way down the hall.
I closed the door after I'd watched him start his descent down the stairs.
He looked upset...
He'd put the effort in that I hadn't been willing to and I didn't even have the decency to accept his invitation. I felt like a heel... but it wasn't likely to change anything.