04-Jun-2000
Category: Pure Eyecandy
Time: After the events in OCT
Pairings: Umm.. boys and their toys?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being sought just fun.
Archive: Ask me?
Summary: Alright, this I did purely for my own good time. I hope that you
all enjoy it to. I'd suggest reading this to your favorite driving tune. :D
It was a beautiful summer day. Not stinking hot, the sky was clear there was a breeze and Quatre wanted out of the house. Actually he wanted out of the house and off the grounds. A quick call to the garage had a vintage Aston Martin Vantage convertible brought around to the front of the house.
The crunch of tires on gravel had alerted Wufei who was meditating in the garden. The Chinese boy walked around the side of the house in time to see Quatre come bounding down the stone steps with a bright smile for the mechanic. Frowning as he watched the small blonde slide behind the wheel, Wufei closed his eyes and prayed to Nataku to save him from headstrong friends. As the sleek dark blue car pulled away, Wufei turned and trotted towards the garage as well. His hand dropping down to his communicator as he quickly contacted the other three boys.
Quatre leaned back into the firm leather seat, feeling the tight suspension of the classic car respond to his light touch. The roads back around his home were perfect for this type of driving. Winding enough to challenge the engineering of the vehicle while open enough and secluded enough to make racing along relatively safe. Reaching down with one hand, Quatre turned up the stereo and downshifted as he shot through a turn. The wind tore through his blonde hair and helped chase away the closeted feeling of indoors.
A quick upshift as he shot out of the apex of the turn and the powerful engine roared, rocketing the car up to eighty along the straight away. The music pounded in Quatre's ears right along with the wind, nearly drowning out the sound of engines approaching fast from behind. His attention on the road ahead of him Quatre nearly jumped when two high powered motorcycles shot on either side of him and roared ahead.
Once they had the lead they closed together and settled to pace just in front of him. Narrowing his eyes a little Quatre laughed outloud as he recognized the flying braid of the rider on the right. Duo. A quick look to the left confirmed Heero. Checking his rear-view mirror Quatre saw two other motorcycles pacing just behind him; Trowa and Wufei without a doubt.
They say that we never outgrow play and that the manner of play often reflects the growing skills of the person playing. Would it be any surprise that five young men with reflexes that placed them above the norm would find pleasure in racing high powered, finely crafted classic machines along a back country road? It shouldn't. From a distance it almost looked as if all five vehicles moved like one unit.
On the straight away they would juggle position. Trowa and Wufei gunning forward to take the lead as Duo and Heero dropped back to the flank position. The four motorcycles passing within inches of each other and the Aston in a mechanical ballet. At other times the big car would accelerate and shoot through the leading motorcycles, leading the way through a series of wicked S curves, it's broad tires smoking a little as they gripped the asphalt.
Back and forth the five young men played their game of tag along the nearly deserted road. At one point Trowa came up alongside the driver's side of the car, reaching out he can Quatre gripped fingers for a moment, then as Wufei raced past the Aston on the other side, Trowa released his hold on Quatre's hand and gave chase.
In the front Duo suddenly popped the front wheel of his motorcycle off the ground, gaining a quick lead from Heero and the others. As his front wheel landed he cranked hard to the right, nearly laying the motorcycle on it's side as he turned onto a ramp that would lead to the highway that lead into town. His braid flickered madly behind him the chestnut highlights catching the afternoon sun and winking like a fox's tail. Like hounds to a hunt Heero, Trowa and Wufei expertly navigated the turn and flank speed chasing after Duo.
Knowing, without speaking, where Duo was headed, Quatre laughed as his feet worked the clutch and he tailspun through the turn himself. The Aston quickly righted itself and the big engine roared as Quatre flattened the accelerator to the floor, trying to make up the distance he'd lost getting around the corner behind the more nimble bikes. The motorcycles wove neatly into the traffic along the interstate, the Aston punching it's own hole skillfully.
The local Dairy Queen was about to get terrorized.
End Part 1
Laekin
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