Sally froze. Her eyes widened in shock and then joy as she ran out onto the field and grabbed the surprised Chinese boy right off the field, swinging him around in her arms. "We won!" His onyx eyes blinked twice before they too opened, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity. "We won!"
"We--did?"
Then they were pounced on by the rest of the soccer team, even Drew, who had to hobble over on his crutches but still made it onto the pig pile. Beneath the squirming mound of cheering and celebrating, Wufei laughed.
And to think, it had all started with an innocent glass of punch.
Wufei shoved his glass of purplish tropical punch at the Japanese boy sitting across from him. "Here, you drink this. I don't want it. I've already had eight." Heero, who was on his ninth glass, snorted, and glared at the punch until it wobbled slightly and tipped over. The Chinese boy gaped at Heero openly; he smirked and pointed to the speakers, where the bass was loud enough to drive everyone deaf.
He caught sight of Heero's American lover dancing amongst the throng of writhing dancers, and smirked. "He looks pretty good," he said, then clapped a hand over his mouth. Heero laughed.
"He does, doesn't he? I think I'm going to head back to the room." He extended his hand, an unspoken invitation. Wufei was about to decline politely when Sally Po and two of her onna friends showed up, pointing in his direction.
"Sure." With that, the two Asian boys took off, sliding past the chaperones and sprinting up the hill to their dorm. Wufei saw Sally and her onna friends leave the dance and swallowed. "Let's go to your room," he suggested, and shoved Heero into the stairwell, one hand taking a firm grip on his arm.
When they'd made it to Duo and Heero's room, they collapsed on Heero's bed. "You mind telling me what that was about?" The Chinese boy gave a drawn out sigh.
"Sally was watching me. That onna! Everywhere I go, there she is, testing equipment or cleaning the gym." He snorted rudely. "I don't know why she does it. I bet she took this job just so she'd get to torment me."
"You like her." It wasn't a question. Heero was watching him intently, head propped up on two delicately shaped hands. Wufei felt himself flush as his body noted Heero's proximity. He could feel the warmth radiating from his body, like a beacon to his own estranged sense of touch.
"No!" Wufei said hastily, as soon as he realized Heero was waiting for an answer. "I do not. She's a--*woman*." As if that explained everything.
"Not all women are weak," Heero said philosophically, leaning back on his pillow. "Relena, for example."
"You like herrrr."
"No. I don't. I respect her; there's a difference. You should at least respect Sally Po." Wufei swayed slightly, and Heero reached out a hand. "You look drunk, Wufei." Abruptly, he leaned forward close enough to bump noses and nodded. "Your breath smells like alcohol. Either you've been hiding some Jack Daniels under your bed or there was something special in the punch." He smirked. "As Duo would say, you're acting like you're stoned off your ass."
"You had more punch that I did," Wufei argued.
"I have a higher tolerance. Now, get some rest. It'll make the hangover less painful tomorrow." With that, Heero snuggled his pillow and turned away, obviously intending to go to sleep. The moonlight illuminated the long, linear silhouette of his body, and gave a dark, gothic spin to his skin-tight leather pants.
Wufei choked back a curse as he felt his hand moving of its own volition. He wanted to touch Heero; not surprising. They'd both had more than a little to drink, it was hot, and Heero was wearing leather.
Wufei sat there for over half an hour, hand poised over the thin strip of skin exposed by the loose blue shirt than had ridden up when Heero slid onto the bed. A door slammed down the hall and he jumped, his traitorous fingers coming to rest on his warm skin. It was soft, he reflected before he realized Heero was staring at him.
"What's wrong?"
Everything, Wufei thought miserably, and decided it was time to leave. Instead, he kissed the sleepy Japanese boy, fingers cupping his chin, his tongue slipping carefully into his warm mouth. Heero was right, he did taste like watered down liquor.
Heero went completely still for a moment, then made a funny sound like a bed spring uncoiling. "Wufei?"
End Part Three
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