Title: Start Me Up - 2/?
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 2x2
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, Language, and Masturbation
Archived: Yep! Thanks Lev :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Gundam Wing... I only borrow them for my stories... I make no money at this... my only rewards are the replies I receive from my readers :)
Quatre walked towards the garage, his step light. Dawn was breaking, and the rising sun was painting the morning sky a myriad of hues. Burnt sienna was giving way to gold, and Quatre smiled as he thought about how peaceful the morning seemed, how bright the sun was going to be today, how fresh the air smelled from the field of flowers that was near the track...
How loud his lead mechanic was being as he threw tools into various metal cabinets, braid whipping about wildly with each hurried motion.
Quatre sighed. What was he going to do about this? He shook his head as he watched Duo frantically move around the blue and white machine sitting there innocently; he really felt bad for Angel... or was it Wing now? Why couldn't they just compromise and call it 'Angel Wing'?
"Don't worry, he'll get over it," Trowa's soft voice spoke as he walked up beside Quatre.
"I was hoping he wasn't still upset," the blonde replied sadly.
"I'd be upset too if I'd spent the entire night modifying a racecar according to driver suggestions," Wufei observed dryly as he joined them.
Quatre's eyes widened. "He worked all night? Why? Heero would never expect him..."
"Which is precisely why he did it," Trowa interrupted, a small smile on his face. "Duo hates it when someone underestimates him. He's hell-bent on proving himself to Heero now."
Quatre shook his head. "I was hoping they could at least be civil with each other."
Wufei snorted. "Yuy has no intentions of being civil with anyone. He has a chip on his shoulder the size of the Grand Canyon. I doubt he'll be able to interact with anyone on the circuit without pissing them off."
Trowa shrugged. "We could always just let him take his frustration out on Zechs. That would be interesting to say the least."
Quatre gave the tall boy a puzzled look. "Who's Zechs?"
"He's the driver for Treize Kushrenada's team," Wufei replied, frowning slightly at the suggestion.
"Heero will have his hands full racing against him," Trowa explained. "I seriously doubt his squabbles with Duo will last long in light of the kind of real opposition he'll find with Merquise."
Quatre smiled slightly. "One can only hope."
Trowa had a considering look on his face. "Of course, the kind of tension between your mechanic and driver isn't what you would call 'unfriendly'."
Quatre furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"
Wufei snickered. "I think Trowa is referring to what could only be defined as 'unmitigated attraction'."
Trowa nodded. "Duo wouldn't be so pissed if Heero wasn't so good looking," he said casually.
"The idea that Heero doesn't think much of his abilities is what has him in a snit," Wufei added. "If it wasn't for that, Duo probably would have turned the charm on full blast."
"I don't think he's ever been involved with another guy before," Trowa mused, "but Duo is open-minded about that sort of thing, so I guess that wouldn't be a problem."
Wufei couldn't help but smile. "As it stands, his pride takes precedence over his libido though. Believe me, before the day is over, Duo will have shown Heero exactly what he's capable of when it comes to working on that racer."
Quatre looked thoughtful for a moment then grinned wickedly. "If all else fails, we could always lock them up in a hotel room until they come to their senses."
Trowa shook his head. "That frightens me even thinking about it."
"They would either become lovers or kill each other," Wufei responded, a knowing gleam in his eye. "Either way, problem solved."
Quatre laughed at the mental images of the other two boys being forced to spend such close quarters together for an interminable amount of time. He saw matching smirks on the Trowa and Wufei's faces.
"Hey guys! What's so funny?" Duo asked as he walked over to them, wiping his hands on a shop towel.
Quatre gave the other two boys a bright smile before answering their braided friend, "Oh nothing. Just enjoying the beautiful new day."
Heero zipped up his racing suit as he walked through the raceway entrance. Traffic had been hell, and he was pissed at being late. Punctuality was one of his pet peeves, and it galled him to no end when he had an appointment to be somewhere and didn't make it on time. He rounded the bend by the garage... to the sight of Duo Maxwell bent over the racer. Heero frowned when he realized that he was staring at the braided boy's ass that was raised invitingly, nicely on display.
"Heero!" called Quatre from a few feet away.
The Japanese boy started slightly, blushing at the thought that he had been ogling his mechanic, but his embarrassment was soon forgotten. He couldn't help but smirk as he saw Duo jump almost violently at the blonde's outburst, apparently bashing his knuckles as a tool slipped. Heero raised an eyebrow at Duo's creative cursing, the braided boy rubbing his hand as he muttered something about 'damned excitable owners and fucking demanding drivers'. Heero felt a sense of accomplishment for some reason at Duo's reaction. He turned his attention back to Quatre as the blonde walked over from where he had been standing, talking with Howard.
"Good morning! Did you sleep well? Was the bed comfortable? They told me that was the best hotel in town, so I hope it didn't disappoint..."
Heero couldn't help but smile slightly at his employer. The blonde businessman was one of the few that he'd met who was actually a nice guy, and Heero had found himself liking Quatre Winner in spite of his determination to keep it professional. They had already begun a tentative friendship, and Heero felt kind of protective over the boy, even though Quatre wasn't any younger than he was. Maybe it was because Heero had seen what greed and ambition could lead to, and he wanted to keep Quatre from losing his decency in a world of corruption. Maybe it was because he was hoping that being around the blonde would keep it from happening to himself.
"Good morning, Quatre. The bed was fine."
"Must have been since you're so late," Duo remarked flippantly as he walked over to the two other boys. "Thought you were gonna be here at six." Duo raised an eyebrow, as if expecting an explanation.
Heero glared at him, answering in a flat even voice. "Traffic."
Duo snorted. "Yeah, whatever."
"What did you get corrected?" Heero demanded, ignoring he caustic remark.
Duo gave him a tight smile. "Everything."
Heero blinked. "What do mean 'everything'? There's no way you could have changed all I..."
"All of it has been modified," Duo interrupted, as he motioned to the car. "See for yourself."
"I will." Heero grated out as he turned and stalked towards the vehicle. Duo took a moment to appreciate the nice view before noticing how Quatre was choking on subdued laughter.
Quatre wiped the tears from his eyes. "Subtlety is not your strong point, Duo Maxwell, but you certainly are entertaining," he said before walking over to join Howard and Wufei a few feet away.
Duo gave the blonde a questioning look before hollering after the Japanese boy, "Just be careful with her, 'Ro. Angel needs lots of tlc."
Heero paused in putting on his helmet and yelled back, "I'll try to remember that if you try to remember that her name is Wing!"
Duo shook his head, a look somewhere between annoyance and admiration. "Bastard."
"And you're loving it, so quit acting like you're mad at him," Trowa reprimanded as he walked up to stand beside him.
Duo smirked, his violet eyes lighting up. "Yeah, but it's so easy to be pissy with him, Tro."
Trowa sighed. "Did you ever think that he might actually be a little intimidated by us?"
Duo snorted. "After yesterday's performance? I don't think so, man."
"He was right about the adjustments, wasn't he?"
Duo frowned. "Yeah... maybe. Still not his place to throw it in my face."
"Maybe not, but he is the one driving her." Trowa laid a hand on Duo's shoulder. "She's not yours anymore, Duo. You need to let go."
Duo closed his eyes, feeling the truth of his friend's words. "I know. It's just hard, yanno? I know her better than anyone. It's torture seeing someone else making her fly, man."
"She's not Scythe, Duo."
Duo sighed heavily. "Yeah, you're right." He gave Trowa a teasing smile. "Besides, Scythe could kick her ass any day."
Trowa gave him a small smile. "Only with you as the driver, my friend. Only with you as the driver."
Duo let that longing well up in his heart for only a few moments before letting it slip away - some things just weren't meant to be. He nodded before turning to walk over to the others, Trowa following him. He watched Heero slide inside the car and felt a sense of loss and anticipation at the same time. Part of him wanted Heero's time to be off, proving that those changes had been wrong. The other part, the part that went beyond pride, beyond anything else but wanting for his team to win, hoped that the Japanese driver had been right.
Heero sat in the cockpit and couldn't help but smile. He could tell the changes already and he hadn't even started the car yet. For some reason, it pleased him that Duo had managed to adjust his seat perfectly. Revving the engine, he made his way out onto the track. It took him a couple of laps to really get a feel for her, but it was obvious that the car was more suited to his driving style, and he felt exhilarated by it. He let that feeling take him over as he began to speed up.
Quatre watched as Heero made his fastest lap so far. When Howard showed him the time, which had only improved, Quatre beamed. He looked over to see Duo look at the watch and whistle. There was a satisfied look on the braided mechanic's face, and Quatre realized that although Duo Maxwell had his pride, he was a fair and honest person. Even after Heero had upset him so much, Duo was able to rise above it and be happy at their collective success. It said a lot for the violet-eyed boy, and Quatre felt his respect for him skyrocket because of it. Duo's sense of camaraderie was just what this team needed. When Quatre shifted his attention back to the racecar on the track, he realized that Heero needed it more than anyone; the blonde could only hope the Japanese driver would come to realize just how much.
Trowa leaned over and whispered to Quatre, "I told you Duo would be all right."
Quatre smiled. "He's an interesting person. I just hope Heero doesn't have any more suggestions for the time being. Duo looks like he could use some sleep."
Trowa smirked. "If Heero does, he'd better wait until tomorrow to make them."
Quatre looked at Duo then back at Trowa. "Do you think we need to reserve that double room?"
Trowa shook his head. "Oh, I don't think it's come to that yet, although sharing rooms doesn't sound too bad. I'm sure all of us would be willing to pair up."
Quatre looked into deep green eyes and felt his face flush. Was Trowa coming onto him? His heart beat faster as Trowa suddenly looked away, apparently embarrassed by his own comment. The blonde couldn't help but be thrilled. To think the other boy would be interested was flattering, even if Quatre couldn't... Quatre frowned. Why couldn't he? He had plenty of nieces and nephews who could run the business after him. Why should he force himself into marriage with a woman just to have an heir? That was stupid, and if anything, Quatre Winner was NOT stupid. He looked back over at Trowa, seeing the brunet staring at him thoughtfully. Quatre gave him a radiant smile.
Heero drove into the garage area, only one thought on his mind: Wing was an amazing piece of racing metal. All of his recommendations had been followed to the letter, and he was surprised to see how much of a difference those changes had made; he was curious to see his time. His sense of satisfaction turned into aggravation as an animated braided mechanic tried to pull him out of the car before he even had his restraints undone.
"Did the adjustments feel right? Too tight? Too loose? How were the brakes? Did the gears shift right? Tell me what needs to be changed now, because I'm NOT gonna spend all night again fixing it..."
Heero pulled off his helmet, giving the other boy a confused look. All night? The braided mechanic had spent all night working on the car? Heero didn't know what to think about that. The fact that Duo had lost sleep in order to meet his demands was rather humbling. Of course, he could have just done it to spite Heero, but still, it had proven that Duo was skilled beyond Heero's expectations.
"She was practically perfect," he replied calmly, trying to offer praise without sounding too friendly.
Duo put his hands on his hips and frowned. "Practically? What the hell does that mean? 'Practically perfect' only refers to Mary Poppins, and I thought we'd established that you were calling her 'Wing'."
Heero gawked at that statement. Was that supposed to be a joke? He searched his memory for the referenced name, and the mental image of an English nanny flying with a carpetbag suddenly surfaced. He felt the beginnings of laughter bubbling up inside him, but refused to let it escape. Looking into those intense violet eyes, he realized that he had the opportunity to really work with someone who understood racers as well as he did. He could let go of his pride for once, couldn't he? What did it profit him to be at odds with the person who made sure his seat was adjusted properly?
"Everything was fine except for the stagger. I think you should put it back the way it was yesterday."
Duo's mouth dropped open. Had Heero 'I'm smarter than MIT' Yuy just admitted to being wrong? Duo couldn't resist smiling at the thought. The changes Heero had suggested, well, more like demanded, had improved his time, Duo admitted grudgingly. Would it be so bad to try to get along with him?
"I'll get right on that," Duo replied happily. He noticed that Heero was looking rather uncomfortable at this friendly display and winked playfully at the Japanese boy before turning to get started.
Heero was startled at the obvious flirting, but watched as Duo's braid whipped around in a graceful arc before slapping against his perfect ass. The thought took Heero off guard, but after looking again, he couldn't deny it. Yes, Duo's ass was perfect, no 'practically' about it, and yes, 'in every way' too. How had he gone from being the 'fucking demanding driver' to a gawking admirer in one day? He shook his head, not allowing those thoughts to continue, and walked away. He could not let Duo distract him.
"Duo just wants your respect," Howard stated smoothly as fell in step with Heero.
"Respect is earned," Heero replied evenly, wishing he knew what he was feeling. His emotions were just too raw at the moment. Racing always heightened his senses to the extremes.
"He's not just a mechanic, you know. He helped engineer that engine, helped construct that chassis. Hell, he even painted the damn car."
Heero looked at Howard and knew there was more to those words than just a pit boss sharing information with his new driver; Howard was trying to explain Duo's behavior so Heero wouldn't hurt his feelings unnecessarily. Blue eyes glinted with jealousy for a moment, Heero feeling the familiar longing for someone to care that much about him. All his life, he'd wished his father had taken an interest in him the way Howard obviously did Duo, and it made him feel so empty to realize that he'd never have that... ever. Yet, even in spite of being envious, he felt himself beginning to actually like Duo Maxwell, and therein lay the problem.
'That would be a dangerous thing,' his mind stated. 'Better to just shut down this emotional connection now while you have the chance,' his heart cautioned. 'Before you grab hold of that silky braid and find out exactly why some guys prefer other guys,' his body suggested.
Heero turned to look at Howard, a frown in place, as he stated coldly, "Then why doesn't he drive it?" Those words spoken, Heero walked away, still fighting his internal battle.
Howard looked after him for a moment, wishing he knew how to reach out to the Japanese boy. "Because Solo won't let him," he whispered to no one, before walking back over to see what his nephew was doing.
Heero sighed in relief as he sat down on the bed. It had been a rather exhausting day. Having to drive the racer each time the team of mechanics had made adjustments to see if they'd provided any improvement in performance had worn him out. Heero had found himself getting tired of the continual climbing in and out. He should have been used to it by now; it wasn't as if he'd never been involved with this stage of fine-tuning, but these mechanics were more obsessed than even he was. He did have to give his team credit though; they knew what they were doing.
His team - it was a concept that he didn't know exactly how to feel about.
On one hand, he realized how much he actually wanted to be friends with the rest of the crew, to be part of the group, and just enjoy their companionship. On the other hand, he didn't know how to let that happen without losing his comfort zone. Duo had done his best to try to get him to go out with them for dinner, but Heero had declined, saying he needed to go to bed early so he could be there in the morning. The truth was that Heero wasn't used to the ease everyone seemed to have with each other. He'd had friends before on other teams, but these young men, and Howard, were almost like family together. It just made Heero feel even more alone.
Heero thought about the lunch they'd had together earlier. He'd listened while Trowa and Wufei had discussed various topics, most not even related to racing, with intelligence and insight. Quatre and Duo had begun a discussion about the differences between Stock Car and Formula One racing, which had eventually drawn the rest of them in, even him near the end. It had been nice to just talk to people who had the same interests.
Heero had come to the conclusion by the end of the day that Howard had been right; Duo Maxwell was definitely more than just a mere mechanic. Some of Duo's ideas were cutting edge, and Heero could see their application in their field easily if they could be implemented. He had been very surprised indeed to find himself actually excited on the inside while talking to Maxwell, as Wufei called him. Those violet eyes would sparkle as Duo spoke with animated motions to further accentuate his suggestions.
Heero lay back on the bed, forcing himself to think about something else. Should he order up room service or just go to sleep? His thoughts then returned unbidden to the violet-eyed mechanic that he was becoming fascinated with against his will. How could someone who could be so annoying at times be so interesting at others? It was an enigma that he was anxious yet afraid to figure out. It that wasn't enough, Heero had found himself looking at Duo, taking in his physical attributes all day, and having thoughts he'd never had before concerning sexual relationships. Could he truly be attracted to another guy? Heero had to admit that Duo was good looking - beautiful, in fact - but did that go beyond admiring to desiring?
Heero shook his head. He didn't even know if Duo liked guys, although the braided boy had teased him effortlessly. There were no outward signs that the braided boy's preferences actually leaned that way; the smiles, winks, and touches could have been viewed as just friendly, even mere camaraderie, by most. Duo had also teased Trowa and Wufei, even Quatre, but Heero had felt uneasy more than once when that violet gaze had rested on him. He could have sworn that Duo had been flirting with him in a definitely sexual way, and Heero didn't know how to feel about that. He sighed loudly, thinking he was just tired, and that his mind was going around in circles for no good reason.
"Duo Maxwell, what the hell have to done to me?" He asked out loud. "It's only been thirty-one hours, eleven minutes, and fifteen seconds since we met, but you've already made me crazy."
The only sound in the room that answered him was Heero's own frustrated breathing.
Duo slid under the sheets, relishing the soft bed as his head hit his pillow. He was exhausted, tired, downright beat...
And he couldn't sleep.
Duo sighed, wanting to scream, but knew the other hotel occupants wouldn't appreciate him doing that at two in the morning. He'd been home since around ten, but had channel surfed for the past few hours, trying to get his mind to shut down so he could go to bed. The day had just been so... interesting. Oh, who was he kidding? Heero Yuy had been interesting.
Heero.
Duo groaned. What was wrong with him? The guy had pissed him off royally just the previous day, yet here he was thinking about him like some lovesick idiot. Of course, the dark-haired boy was definitely something pleasing to look at... very nice indeed. Duo had found himself flirting on more than one occasion, unable to help himself. It was a change from his usual query; Duo usually charmed and slept with women, but the Japanese driver was making him question his sexuality, and Duo didn't know if he liked that or not. He would tell himself that he was just trying to be a friend, but then little innuendos would fly out of his mouth without his approval; it truly was undignified. Duo smirked; of course, when was he ever dignified?
His mind recalled the day's events, savoring the moments that he had actually made some sort of mental connection with Heero. It had been very fulfilling to share his ideas with someone new. Not that Trowa and Wufei didn't count; it was just that they were his friends, and friends usually told you how great your ideas were regardless. Even Quatre couldn't be viewed as an impartial opinion. The blonde was naturally friendly and made it a point to be nice. There had been something exhilarating in the way Heero had responded to Duo's ideas, and the braided mechanic couldn't help but like that feeling.
Duo shifted the covers, letting one leg sneak out from underneath. Heero had such beautiful eyes. They had lit up at times, when they had been talking, and Duo had tried to see how many times he could spark the other boy's interest like that. He'd found himself longing for that kind of interest to be directed purely at him. He was actually kind of relieved when Heero had refused to go to dinner with them. Even though Duo had missed him all evening, which was pathetic within itself, at least he'd had a chance to calm his raging hormones. That body was enough to tempt him beyond rational thought, and Duo had found himself admiring it all day, wondering what it would feel like pressed up against him. He'd had to jack off right after lunch, he'd been so turned on, which had only supported his 'I must me bisexual' theory.
Speaking of which...
Duo closed his eyes. Just thinking about Heero had given him another erection. He could feel his arousal pulsing inside his boxers and knew he had no choice but to respond to it. Sighing in resignation, he slid his hand under his shirt to tease an erect nipple. Groaning at the contact, he suddenly envisioned that hand being Heero's teasing him. His other hand was busy elsewhere, delving under the covers, fingers brushing over his stomach as they trailed down to sneak inside the flap of his underwear. Duo gasped as they touched his tip that was already wet from his excitement.
"Heero," he whispered, as he let the roaming digits caress his shaft lightly. It wasn't enough. He quickly grasped his hardened length, giving it a firm stroke. "Heero!"
He imagined that Heero was leaning over him, touching him, his blue eyes shining as he watched the pleasure on Duo's face that his hands were creating. Duo let himself get lost in the fantasy, his hands caressing his hot flesh, making him cry out with need. His fevered mind took it a step further, wondering what it would be like to feel Heero inside him, and Duo felt his breathing turn even more ragged as he placed the hand that had been on his chest, in-between his legs, fingers running between the cheeks of his ass. He'd never done this before, but the vision of Heero touching him there made him even harder, and before he could think anymore about it, he let a finger probe deeper, pressing against his entrance.
"Ahhh!" he yelled out, that feeling alone erotic beyond his expectations.
Duo removed the finger and rubbed it over the leaking head of his shaft, letting the wetness cover the digit, before he returned it to its previous position. Carefully, he let the tip enter, trying to relax the muscle there, as he moved it tentatively in and out while he continued to stroke his arousal. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but as he built up a rhythm, it gradually began to feel really good. Before long, he was thrusting the finger in deeper, pretending it was Heero's finger penetrating him. He'd never thought about how it could feel to be entered like that, but he sure as hell was thinking about it now. He let the last two fingers on that hand curl around to touch his balls and gasped at the added pleasure. He then thrust the lone digit in even further...
"OH MY...!"
That time, he'd hit something inside that blew away every single sensation up to that point. Feeling around inside himself, he felt the spongy spot, and rubbed against it again, crying out in pleasure. It didn't take long, between pumping his shaft and fingering his prostate, for him to climax harder than he ever had before due to the dual stimulation.
"Heero! Oh yeah, that's it! Heero!"
Warm seed pulsed from his erection as he continued to stroke and thrust. It seemed to last forever, until he collapsed in a sticky, sweaty, sated state, blankets hanging off of the bed, pillows lying on the floor, boxers around one ankle. He tried to catch his breath, not wanting to move to retrieve his disheveled bedding.
"Heero Yuy, what the hell have to done to me?" the braided boy asked, still panting. He looked at the clock and mumbled, "It's only been thirty-nine hours since we met, but you've already gotten under my skin."
Sighing, he used a foot to pull the blanket over him, too tired to even wash off the remains of his activities. In less than five minutes, he was asleep.
End Part 2
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