18-Sep-2000
Title: The Car Ride
Author: jon (siberiant@hotmail.com)
Notes: From Duo's POV.
Pair: 6+2
Archive: At Tyr's GW Addiction.
Warnings: AU, OOC, language. Almost but not quite rape (which doesn't necessarily mean sex - I'm taking it with a different meaning, so bear with me). I've changed some of the characters' physical descriptions as opposed to creating new characters.
It took me almost and hour and a half to get there - Trowa and Quatre's tiny little house was situated on the serviceroad of a small highway in the middle of nowhere. Okay, so it was actually a small town outside of Dallas, but it felt like nowhere. I ended up calling the house to get directions (apparently I had past the turnoff and had gone an extra twenty miles down the road) - Heero and Wufei had a blast teasing me about it when I got there.
Saturday was our movie night - one of the few times that we could all get together and meet other people invited to the party. Now, I have to explain that we're all gay, and the movies that we're watching are all gay-themed. But this is not just a party between close friends, Quatre is sure to invite a dozen or so people that he's just bumped into (which I'm sure Trowa is thrilled about) to come have a good time and meet new people. Well, one person that he bumped into was a somewhat short, somewhat chubby guy named Zechs.
The moment I got there I sat down in a chair by the door, but only because the chair happened to be next to the only fan in the whole house (not having air-conditioning in this part of the world is a serious no-no). Zechs is sitting on the couch, then an empty space, then some guy named Treize, who is recovering from surgery of some sort. Zechs beckons me over to the empty space next to him, because the fan is blowing right in that spot. Well, never one to be rude to a total stranger, I accept and sandwich myself in between the two men.
Zechs introduces himself (as does Treize, but he's in a bit of pain and so he's kind of quiet), and makes a few off the wall comments about things. Now, as I said, I'm not one to be rude, so I engage in a little polite conversation with the fellow.
But let me set the records straight: Zechs is definitely *not* my type. He is *far* too old for me, and as I later found out, far to lecherous and perverted.
I'm not a touchy feely kind of guy, Heero can tell you that (I hit the poor guy when he tried to hug me from behind), so when this guy put his hand on my thigh I was ready to beat the shit out of him. But the fact that I haven't had a date (let alone had sex) in over three years makes me hold back. Because even though this guy is not my type, I do miss being touched.
Okay, I said the guy was lecherous and perverted and I'm not going to make false accusations, so I'll spill the details. Over the course of an hour's worth of conversation with most of the party-goers, I find out that not only has this guy supposedly raised fifteen different children (who all turn out to be gay) because of his involvement with some childcare association, but I also find out that he's talking to a fourteen year old gay kid (who *calls* him on his cel phone twice during the evening). Not only that, but he's a pilot, chef, doctor, and horticulturist. Can we say 'compulsive liar'? Told you he was sick.
And yet I continue to let him touch me every so often, and flirt with me (which he does outrageously). My head is a flurry of emotions and thoughts and I'm not stopping this guy from doing whatever he wants.
He tells me I'm cute. Several times. Throwing compliments at me like pennies are thrown to a fountain.
Everyone else sits down to watch the movie (Beautiful Thing - apparently a very old movie from a country called "Britain", which I've never heard of). Occasionally, Zechs will launch into a very loud conversation about something, maybe making a racist remark or two. And still I do nothing.
Movie's over. Zechs is leaving. I say goodbye, and politely walk him to his car. That was dumb. He has a beautifully restored car from sometime in the twentieth-first century, and he offers me a ride. Apparently my jaw hit the curb and I was fairly close to drooling on it.
And, like the baka Heero teases me of being, I accept. We hop in and drive off down the highway.
The car, a "Mustang", is a covertible, and since it's very late at night, the stars shine bright - a truly magnificent sight for a city boy like me. He doesn't say much, and neither do I, mostly because I'm leaning my head back looking at the stars and feeling somewhat peaceful. And then he pulls over.
"What are you stopping for?"
"I know it's been a long time since you've been with another man, and I just wanted to ask you a simple yes or no question."
I gulp. "What is it?" I finally manage to choke out.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispers.
"Well, I..."
But before I get a chance to answer, he has his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my thigh again.
And true to my baka form I kiss back a little, but only for a brief moment.
When I finally break the kiss by pulling back farther than he can lean over, I can see the gleam in his eyes. I know what he really wants from me, and there's no way in hell he's going to get it.
"Please take me back," I finally say. It was nice to be kissed, but it was wrong. Horribly wrong. But he doesn't see it. He sees a piece of meat ready for the taking.
After a few silent minutes of him staring at me staring straight ahead, he starts the car and turns around.
Five minutes later I'm back and Quatre and Trowa's house, and he's gone. I go in and bid my goodbyes to everyone, partially because it's late and partially because I feel horrible. Five minutes after that I'm back in my car speeding down that same highway towards home.
I can still smell him. I can still taste him. I can still see the look of a predator about to kill its quarry in his eyes.
I feel like curling up into a little ball and dying.
I feel dirty and used, but most of all I feel stupid.
Duo no baka indeed.
-=owari=-
The events depicted above are pretty much what happened to me this Saturday (Sept. 17), really only the names have been changed (and of course it's not as descriptive as it could be, but I'm writing this instead of sleeping...). Funny how the term uke really applies to me IRL...
PS: I'll try to start working on the Watcher again, for anyone still interested.
(:./siberiant/carride)
