8-30-2001

disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment. this should come as no big surprise.
title: oi
author: jana
rating: pg-13 im guessing
archive: shinigami&wing http://www.1X2X1.org
warnings: shounen-ai, lime-y thoughts, pov
spoilers: highly unlikely
pairings: 1+2
notes: this all started because of an offhand comment my husband made about duo.... i won't go into it *g*

 

Oi

 

I have, what would probably be considered by most, an inhuman amount of control. There are very few things that manage to get under my skin and I mean very few things; and only one person.

If you're guessing it's Duo, some form of congratulation is in order, but I wouldn't get too cocky about having figured it out..... he seems to have that effect on a lot of people.

If the humility factor wasn't so high with the four of them pitted against me, I wouldn't find myself here.. standing in front of my closet and wondering what the hell I should wear.

The last time they dragged me out was over a month ago. I'd managed to worm my way out of their typical Saturday night activities since then... and until now. I pulled out the clothes I'd worn last time and threw them on my bed; hangars and all and looked down at them. Me.. in low-rise jeans and a black mesh shirt... who would have thought.

Well, Duo, for one. I'd made the mistake of letting him talk me into buying them.

It's not that I didn't look good in them... on the contrary, I had to admit they accentuated my physique in all the right places. I stripped down to my boxers and stood before the mirror as I dressed; thinking about the evening of torture that lie ahead in the form of one Duo Maxwell.

I recalled with relative clarity the outfit he wore last week; my groin tingling as I did so. His choice of clothing seemed to be getting more and more outrageous and I shuddered to think what he may or may not be wearing tonight. Not only would I have to see him dressed like that, but I was being forced to spend an entire evening watching him on the dance floor... gyrating those slender hips of his that are dangerous enough when standing still.

He does it on purpose.. he knows I'm close to giving in; he has no idea how close though.....

"You almost ready, Heero?"

I looked toward the door. I was completely dressed and my hair was done; ready was something I didn't think I'd ever be. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Mind if I come in?"

He didn't wait for my reply, but burst into the room and gave me a quick once over. "Wow. You look great!"

I looked him over from head to toe. I think the statement on my face let him know just what I thought of what he was wearing.

"You can close your mouth now, Heero." he winked.

I did.

He stepped in front of the mirror and played with his bangs a bit, then turned around to finish his last minute check. "Hey, Heero?"

I look over to find him sliding the black leather further down on his hips... widening the already substantial band of smooth white flesh that was visible.

I swallowed hard. "What is it, Duo?"

"You think my ass looks good in these pants?"

 

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