April 24, 2001
Revised: August 9, 2001
Yay. ^-^ I got inspired. For the past month or so, I've been dealing with issues with friends, and now that they're resolved, I feel free! *dances* Thank you minna and Mina (lol) for dropping me a line. Heehee. I'm gonna go take a nap now that my vault of corny jokes has been emptied.
~Bianca
Sweet All Over
Part Three ^-^
6x2, 4x3, 13x1, 5xM, D+R
"So you've never been to a carnival?" asked Duo, taking a large bite of pink cotton candy. Zechs had showed up after Duo's shift and offered to take him out to dinner. The shore side restaurants had all been booked full, so they settled for corndogs and cotton candy. "That's pretty sad. I mean, I love carnivals. They have them all the time in the summer, and me and the boys go down and win all the cheesy prizes. It's good summer fun."
"Yes," said Zechs, "you look like you'd be good at throwing rings around milk bottles. I could never do it." Duo paused to tear off a piece of cotton candy from the spool, then shoved it into his date's mouth. "Mmph," he said, chewing. "Why did you do that?"
"Zechs," said Duo, sighing, "you're supposed to suck it, not chew it." As they strolled down the boardwalk, the lights from the streetlamps bled into the water, floating downstream with the current. "Besides, you talk too much."
Zechs gave a short, uncomfortable sounding laugh. "That's funny. Treize always says that I need to talk more."
Duo stopped. "Don't listen to Treize. Or me, for that matter. You're just right."
"Thanks." Duo felt his face reddening, and looked away. Across the river, a calliope was churning out metallic notes that soured in the air. "You know, he was thinking about stopping by today, but there was a tiny crash in Asia this morning, and he just couldn't get away."
"Treize?"
"Yeah," said Zechs. "He likes your friend."
"Heero?" asked Duo, nearly choking on a mouthful of corndog. "You're kidding me, right? Heero, the one that would probably have a hernia if someone kissed him? He's going to get married to twelve cats and live by himself in a pre-fab house. Just you wait and see."
"You have such little faith in your friend," said Zechs.
"Who says he's my friend?" said Duo, running a hand through his bangs. Warm summer night, the smell of cotton candy and the blinking lights of a carnival, and his gorgeous date wanted to talk about his friend's love life. He sighed as Zechs shot him a pointed look. "Okay. Maybe he is. But it's the truth."
"But does he--"
"Hey," said Duo, tossing his food aside. "Let's leave them alone. I get the feeling that you daybroker types don't get much time off, right?"
"Right," said Zechs. "I have to be at work at five tomorrow. We're meeting with the Prudential people to try and work out a merger--"
Duo kissed him.
"Duo," said the blonde, and for a horrible moment, Duo thought Zechs was going to say that he wasn't interested in him. "That was nice." He, Duo noticed, had taken a firm grip on the lapels of Duo's jacket, as if he were about to lift him into the air.
"One more time for good luck?" he asked as they reached his house.
"Good luck comes in threes," said Zechs, smiling.
"Wouldn't want to break tradition," he mumbled as he pulled the blonde back down for another kiss, a thousand kisses that tasted sweet like chocolate.
"Oh," moaned Quatre as Trowa's fingers picked at the buttons of his jeans, undoing them smoothly. He felt a slight pressure against his crotch, urging him to lift his hips, and then his pants were sliding down to his knees, his boxers taken along for the ride. "Trowa, oh God..." He cupped the back of Trowa's head, stroking the soft brown hair in an imitation of what he wanted, and needed.
"Do you want me to--"
"Yes," he hissed, turning his head to the side. They had to be quiet; doing it on the living room floor was not the best of options, but the Winner family had long ago gotten security cameras installed in their children's bedrooms, and he did *not* want his parents to know that he was having sex with his boyfriend. "Make it wet--God, Trowa, I need to be inside you--oh, shit!" His hips jerked upwards as his boyfriend took pity on him and licked the tip of his throbbing cock. "Shit!" He wasn't going to last, realized Quatre. They didn't do it enough for either of them to stand a lot of teasing.
As Trowa's fingers wrapped surely around his length, pumping once, he arched his back, his fingers digging into the plush carpeting, and came, screaming the entire way. "Oh shit! Oh God! Oh- -Oh GOD! GOD! SHIT!"
Trowa blinked.
Quatre had already finished, but he was still screaming.
Gulping, Trowa turned around, only to find the menacing figure of Rashid, Mr. Winner's personal bodyguard, standing behind him. "Hello," he said.
Grunting, Rashid moved aside, revealing Mr. Winner and a large group of Asian businessmen.
"Dad," said Quatre weakly. "Hi."
"Quatre," said Mr. Winner ominously. "This is the Tachikawa Business Group; the chairmen of the board is the owner of the largest software company in Japan. Midori Hikaru, this is my son, Quatre."
"Heh." Quatre swallowed hard. "How do you do?"
Heero hummed absently as he began setting the tiny tables with new flowers that he'd picked on the way to double D's. He wondered when Duo would get in; even if he didn't want to admit it, he was still curious about his date with Zechs. The day before, it had been Zechs this, and Zechs that.
"Did you know," said Duo as he popped a dark chocolate carmel into his mouth, "that Zechs's father owns a large portion of Microsoft?"
"Microsoft," snorted Dorothy as she smacked Duo's hand for snitching a chocolate, "can't trust any of 'em."
"Well," said Duo, bristling a bit, "you can trust Zechs."
"You barely know him," said Wufei, who was sporting a black eye after his latest fight with his wife. "I *know* I didn't know my wife. You don't have to say it, Maxwell."
"Just so ya know," he said cheekily, and began petting his braid.
Heero groaned as he heard a tapping on the glass. "Forgot your key *again*, Duo?" he said, fishing around in his apron pocket for the store key. He looked up, expecting to see his friend making puppy dog faces in the window, and nearly tripped over the display case.
It was *him*. Him: that stupid idiot that made Heero feel like an even bigger idiot whenever he so much as looked at him. He could barely talk when he felt his eyes on his hands, his body. He stumbled over the most rudimentary of phrases, "How are you today?" and "What can I get you?". God, thought Heero, his good mood dissipating.
'Can I come in?' mouthed Treize, pointing to the door. Heero, realizing that he had the key in his hand, quickly threw it aside and shook his head.
'We're not open,' he said. Shit! he thought. Go away! Just go away!
'Please?' Treize took a quick look around the street, then dropped to his knees. 'Please?' He pouted, a look that was ridiculous on a man whose every gesture and enunciated 't' spoke of culture and refinement.
Heero considered.
'No,' he said. 'We're open in ten minutes.'
'But you'll be busy then,' said Treize, pressing his hands to the glass.
Heero swatted at his hands with his dustrag. 'Don't do that,' he scolded. 'I just washed those.' Treize grinned, his blue eyes sparkling, and pressing his nose to the glass, leaving a faint triangular imprint. 'Treize!' he said, smacking the glass against his nose. 'Stop it!'
'Let me in,' mouthed Treize.
'You'll just have to wait like everyone else,' said Heero.
'Aw.' He pouted again. 'And here I thought I was special.' Heero couldn't stop the blood from rising to his face. 'You asked for it,' said Treize. He pressed his mouth against the window and blew, his lips wavering with the force of the air.
Heero rolled his eyes as Treize pointed to the door.
'I'm not going to let you in. I'll get in trouble,' said Heero. 'Dorothy will kick my ass.'
Treize smirked. 'You have a nice--'
"Heero!" He heard the back door slam open and sighed. Dorothy, her hands on her hips, moved into the front of the store and began tapping her foot. "Why aren't the chairs set up?"
"I got distracted," said Heero, glaring at the unrepentant ginger-haired boy. "Jerk."
"What does he want?" asked Dorothy, her eyebrows twitching. Heero turned around, and groaned. From somewhere in his bathing suit, Treize had produced a piece of paper and a marker, and was now holding a sign that read, 'I want to buy $500 worth of chocolate'.
"Let him in!"
"But--"
"Do it," she said, her nostrils flaring.
Heero had never unlocked a door faster in his entire life. "Thank you," said Treize, running a lazy hand through his hair. "Was that so hard?" Heero, in a moment of inexplicable weakness, couldn't keep himself from glancing briefly at Treize's crotch. When he looked up again, he knew he had been caught.
"I guess so," said Heero coolly as he turned to start folding boxes. Imagine, he grumbled inwardly, hyperaware of Treize's eyes on his butt, and why *couldn't* Dorothy had installed counters that went up to the chest???, five hundred dollars worth of chocolate. The man was mad.
Treize just stood there and smiled.
End Part Three
Bianca
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