15-Aug-2000
> If you get Trowa to say it, I will flying tackle glomp you, give you
> pocky, and propose marriage. (Should I already *be* married to you, you
> will get *so* lucky.)
> But... if you get Heero to say this in Perfect Soldier Earnestness...
> I will write you a fic to *your* specifications. (Provided it's within
> my limits... they're very vague, but I know what I can and cannot
> write...)
> So. Write me a fic, please?
Your wish is my command, love.
Here it is.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch," Duo moaned as he walked bow-legged over to the benches in the rest area.
"Whose bright idea was it anyway to bike instead of drive?" Duo whined as he tried to sit. Unfortunately his legs refused to bend enough for him to actually sit. Groaning, Duo dragged himself to the grass area, and threw himself on the ground.
"I believe it was Heero's idea," Quatre tried his best not to laugh at Duo. He was sore too, but Trowa was an excellent masseuse, and Quatre was looking forward to tonight.
Heero shrugged, and wondered briefly if this meant he wasn't going to get any tonight. Or maybe... maybe this meant he would get to be on top since Duo was too sore to fight him.
"Why are your eyes lit with unholy mirth?" Duo asked, innocent of Heero's plans.
"Hn." Sore Duo, wriggling underneath him. Moaning his name. Blood rushing into his lower regions. Hn.
"That's scary, Heero's smiling!" Duo complained to Quatre. Unfortunately, Quatre was in his own little world as Trowa's firm hands unknotted his back.
Wufei had long ago decided not to pay any attention to his companions when there was sexual tension in the air. He simply motioned Trowa for the water bottle.
Trowa however was paying close attention to the conversation at hand, and saw Heero ever so slightly adjust his spandex. Being the soul of tact, Trowa chose to say nothing. He simply handed the water bottle to Wufei.
"Ne, Trowa, how come you are not wearing biking shorts like the rest of us?" Quatre changed the topic when he finally saw the smile on Heero's face. Duo was right, it was scary.
Watching his beautiful lover making contented noises under his masterful hands, Trowa replied, "Spandex is a privilege, not a right." Tight jeans were ever so useful to conceal things. Not necessarily comfortable, but definitely more useful.
Duo, completely unaware of Trowa's reasoning, decided to press the topic further, "Why so self-conscious Trowa? We have seen each other in the showers!"
Wet Duo. Shower. Wet Duo. Heero's mind supplied ample amount of images. Suddenly tonight seemed like a long time to wait.
"Eeep!" Duo exclaimed as Heero tugged on the American's braid, picked him up, and walked off.
"How long do you think we should wait for them?" Wufei asked casually.
"I think we should meet them at the hotel," Trowa suggested. Their room was usually located near Heero and Duo's, and judging by the duration of the moaning that they usually heard, they might have to wait here for a while.
Wufei nodded. The three pilots went back on their route.
As Trowa watched Quatre's muscles flow with the spandex, he was ever more grateful that he did not, and never would wear spandex.
~owari
Ne ne, do I get my prize?
<waits expectantly for wifey to pay up>
(:./draco/problem)
