15-Aug-2001
Duo Maxwell *loved* music. This was a well-known fact. And the boy's love of music was a diverse as the cultures that ran through the American heritage of L2--and believe you me, L2 is like a mirco-earth, with just about every nationality living there. Given the right mood, Duo could listen to, and like, just about any piece of music. Things got a little weird around the apartment though when the longhaired boy was in a folk-song rage--but those were just one of the little quirks about his lover that Heero was learning to understand.
Like... the fact that the right song could turn Duo on.
You see, Heero had a plan.
There was this one song that Duo absolutely *loved* above all others. Combine that, with a little karaoke--another one of Duo's most favorite things--and a little... strip tease....
Oh, yeah. Heero had a plan.
Duo was out late that night--he stayed over with the volunteer teachers to help tutor some of the kids. When he finally made his way back upstairs to 5*12 he was tired and hungry--and not necessarily in that order.
"Heero?" he called into the apartment, bee-lining it straight for the kitchen. "Heero-man, you should've been there tonight! Avory put me to *shame* in the spelling bee. And Brice finally got up to his 9 times tables!" He reached in the fridge for some of the left over linguini marinara and a beer before he noticed the note taped to the bowl.
'In the bedroom'
Duo grinned. 'Aaah...' He kicked off his shoes back near the front door and padded his way into the bedroom. It was empty. 'Hn.' Except for a note left on the pillow. "Hmm..."
'Press Play'
Duo looked behind him towards the media center, and he grinned. Sure enough, the was another note.
'And get Relax
PS. Don't laugh'
Duo had to swallow a laugh right then and there. Just *what* did Heero have in mind...? Something told him he was going to enjoy it... He hit play and jumped back onto the bed. The first few beats of a drum sounded off as Duo twisted around, settling his back against the wall, grinning and waiting.
'Oooh... good song...'
~*~Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah. Some call me the gangster of
love. Some people call me Maurice, cause I speak of the pomatums of love.
~*~
Duo was wired. When the bathroom door finally opened to reveal Heero in a pair of tight, tight jeans and a painted on tee... Duo was more than just wired.
Possessing a grace and a rhythm that Duo didn't know he possessed, Heero began sling along with the music, moving to the beat.
Duo couldn't help it--he laughed. But that *good* kinda laugh. The one where you're having such a great time you laugh with the joy of it all!
~*~ People talk about me, baby; say I'm doing you wrong, doing ya wrong but
don't you baby, don't worry, cause I'm right here, right here, right-y-right
home. ~*~
Heero was close to the bed now, dancing and grinding his hips for the boy on the bed.
~*~ Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, I'm a sinner. I play my
music in the sun. ~*~
Duo couldn't stop himself--he had to reach out and touch.
Mmm... and touch some more... and sing along under his breath...
~*~ I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker, I get my loving on the
run. ~*~
Duo pulled Heero back onto the bed with him.
~*~ Whoohoohooooo... ~*~
Heero cried out in surprise, laughing now, too.
~*~ You're the cutest thing that I ever did see. ~*~
Duo lip-synched to Heero, hovering over the Japanese boy with a feral look.
~*~ I really love your *peaches* wanna shake your tree. ~*~
Heero's hand slid over Duo's crotch, lightly squeezing.
~*~ Lovey-dovey-lovey-dovey all the ti~ime. Oohee baby, I'll sure show you
a good time. ~*~
They rolled, and suddenly Heero was on top.
~*~ cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, I'm a sinner. I play my
music in the sun. ~*~
They were kissing. Laughing, singing, and kissing into each other's mouths.
~*~ I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker, I get my loving on the
run. ~*~
Duo was tugging Heero's shirt off. Heero's fingers were flying over Duo's
buttons.
~*~ People keep talking about my baby, ~*~
Jeans went soaring across the room, hitting the wall, and puddling to the
floor.
~*~ say I'm doing ya wrong-on-ong. ~*~
"Mmm...! Heero! So good...!"
~*~ But don't you worry, don't you worry, don't you worry, Mamma. Cause
I'm right here at home. ~*~
"Duo--!"
~*~ You're the cutest thing I ever did see. Really like your peaches wanna
shake yer tree... lovey-dovey-lovey-dovey all the time... ~*~
"Mmm... you have this set on repeat?"
"Mmhmm."
"Good."
~~~OWARI~~~
Andrea Readwolf
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