26-Jun-2000
Category: Silly
Rating: PG-strong language
Time: Umm.. somewhere in that time-line I call home.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I make no money here and I seek none just fun and feedback!!
Archive: Um, ask me first.
Notes: Alright, this jumped up and demanded to be written while I was
listening to track 4 on Operation 3 CD. If anyone has that CD I suggest you
listen to track 4 while reading this. :D
It all started out innocently enough. A trip to the beach. A day in the sun and the surf. Beach, beer, suntan lotion, beach towels and naps that was what the day was supposed to be about. The beach was not overly crowded, just enough people to make it interesting without being wall to wall. They had staked out a spot on the sand and spread out towels and an umbrella.
After a vigorous game of attempt to drown the braided baka, followed by keep Wufei from drowning the braided baka, the five pilots had fallen into little heaps on their towels. Quatre had stretched out under the shade of the umbrella with a happy little sigh and was lightly dozing. Trowa was stretched out in the sun, oblivious to the stir his bared chest was having on the young female population around them. Wufei was equally oblivious to the doe-eyed ladies as he stretched out on his back hands folded behind his head.
Heero was laying on his front, scowling at Duo who had helpfully pointed out that his white swim trunks were transparent when wet. Duo took in the look of death Heero was giving him and decided to take his beer and himself elsewhere.
So... it could once again be said that it was Duo's fault.
The sounds of shouts and cheers drew the American boy like a bee to honey. A little distance from where he and the others had set their towels was a beach volley ball game. Currently it was a game of two on two but it had drawn quite a crowd and Duo lurked around the edges watching the fast action with obvious pleasure.
Heero looked up from the book he wasn't actually reading. It had been over half an hour since Duo had disappeared and Heero had expected the baka back in ten minutes. Judging his shorts dry enough to be decent, Heero closed his book and stood up looking around to see if he could spot Duo.
A shout drew his attention over his right shoulder and he saw the tell tale flip of a bouncing braid for a split second before it dipped back into the crowd. What was Duo up to? Intrigued, Heero made a noncommittal noise, drawing Wufei's attention for a moment as the Japanese boy headed in the direction of the crowd.
Wufei stirred himself enough to crane his head around and mark Heero's destination, then went back to his sunbathing. If only he could think of a way to get Trowa to stop snoring.
Heero pressed his way through the crowd, his natural scowl being replaced by an expression of interest as he came within site of the actual game. Volleyball, his brain supplied though he himself had never played the game. The teams had now grown to a three on three match with Duo in the thick of it. The braided American wore an expression of pure joy as he crouched down, digging his bared feet into the sand, eyes fixed on the boy across the net from him.
Heero watched the small white ball arc through the air and saw his lover spring forward to meet it as it sailed over the net, spiking it down into the sand and earning his team a point. To his recollection, Heero had never seen Duo play volleyball before but his lover's skill at the sport didn't surprise him. Duo had a knack for picking up sports and this one looked sort of interesting over all.
Wufei decided he's had enough snoring. Sitting up he winged a flip-flop at Trowa's chest, making the tall boy take a gasped breath and snort as he turned over on his stomach. Shaking his head Wufei looked around and realized they were short two aircraft. As it was Duo and Heero he was about to dismiss it and go back to his nap when he heard the crowd thundering applause over to his right.
Turning with an annoyed expression Wufei arched a dark brow as he watched Duo being hoisted up on shoulders and pumping his fist triumphantly. Hmmm.. what was the braided boy up to? Curiosity won out over natural caution and Wufei stood up, brushing sand off his suntan oiled chest and arms and tucking his hands into the pockets of his swim trunks headed towards the ruckus.
Another twenty minutes passed before the next loud explosion of applause broke through Quatre's nap and woke the small blonde up. Blinking a little disoriented for a moment he peered in the direction of the noise. Volleyball, his mind supplied as he reached for his bottle of water for a quick drink. In mid-sip he froze as the crowd parted for a moment and he could see Wufei, Heero and Duo taking up positions at the net. Setting down his water, Quatre scrabbled to his feet and peeked out from under the umbrella, his eyes squinted till he grabbed his sunglasses and looked again.
All three of his teammates were taking up position to play a set. Grabbing his button down shirt, Quatre tugged it leaving it unbuttoned so the hems swung open over his jean cutoffs as he got to his feet. Shaking Trowa awake, the green eyed boy just *had* to see this, the little blonde headed for the crowd. Trowa jumped a little and peered sleepily after Quatre, who looked just too damn good in jean cutoffs not to follow, so he got to his feet, grabbed himself a beer and trotted a couple of steps catching up with the Arabian.
So, that's how it happened. Wufei, Heero and Duo were down by 10 points when the teams shuffled once again and Trowa and Quatre were able to jump in, making it a game of five on five. The other team never knew what hit them. Duo had now been playing long enough to have the physical nuances of the game under his belt, Heero had picked it up just from watching, Wufei had prior experience but he wasn't about to tell from where. Trowa's natural physical nimbleness gave him an edge and Quatre positioned everyone to best advantage.
They froze the other team cold. The buff boys on the other side of the net got more and more frustrated as they were unable to score so much as a point on the motley little crew. The older boys were used to being the resident beach volley ball champs and instead of the easy win they were expecting, they got creamed and not just creamed but spanked, pimp slapped, bitch slapped and told to go back to school and sit down.
To add insult to injury, the girls that these guys were used to preening before were busy cooing at the handsome young new bloods even though none of the five did more then smile politely in response to the ladies open flirtations. It was too much to be borne. As the last point was scored and the braided boy and the blonde boy exchanged happy whoops and high five's the five losers snarled and came under the net with fire in their eyes...
...and proceeded to get spanked, pimp slapped, bitch slapped, pummeled, sent back to school with their tails between their legs and witnesses confirm that the braided boy did manage to deliver at least one wedgie.
Gathering up their towels, cooler and umbrella, Quatre, Duo, Heero, Wufei and Trowa trotted quickly off the beach before the lifeguards could arrive. Walking towards Quatre's SUV, Duo broke the silence.
"So... anyone up for an amusement park next?"
End
Laekin
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