21-Apr-2001
Title: Crazy 'Bout Ya
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: shonen ai, songfic, sap
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: I happened to pull out my Cowboy Mouth CD while writing on a couple stories, and this fic idea hit me like a pile of rocks. The song is "Crazy 'Bout Ya", off the "Mercyland" album on which I could make every single song a GW songfic, and another one might be written soon... possibly for this same pairing. I decided that I like my little Heero/Trowa universe, and all the happiness that goes with it, so this is set there too. The fic jumps around a lot, and each little section (for the most part) makes up a different "memory", though it's not POV. This is probably very bad. But, oh well. Dedicated to all Heero/Trowa enthusiasts.
~...~ = lyrics
~Mardi Gras lights up the city~
~Winter rain is coming down~
~Never seen anyone look as lovely as you do right now~
~Hear the marching band behind us~
~See the bright lights up ahead~
~There's nowhere in the world I know I'd rather be right instead~
Trowa watched the parade in front of him, smiling softly as the acrobats on the float climbed to the top of the float and flipped over the power lines as they passed. His friend, Heero, stood next to him, chewing on a salt-cured sourdough pretzel as though it were made of leather. "Hn. Parades are so pointless."
Smiling a bit more, Trowa turned to his friend and yanked the pretzel out of his mouth. "No, they're not. It's a celebration that the war is over. Eat your pretzel." He shoved it back in Heero's mouth and turned back toward the parade, admiring the next float.
Heero gnawed on his pretzel a bit, then decisively reached up a hand and turned Trowa's face toward his own, pushing the hair away from his face. His lips quirked into a smile of his own. "These pretzels suck. There's not enough salt, and they've been cooked too long."
Looking at his friend, and leaning slightly toward the hand that still held him, Trowa stuck out his tongue, and shot out his arms to tickle Heero's sides, the boy's one uncontrollable weakness. Heero laughed and dropped his pretzel, trying to tickle back.
The parade continued on, a marching band playing a rousing victory theme in their passing.
~'Cause I'm crazy 'bout ya~
~Crazy 'bout ya, crazy 'bout the way you do~
~Crazy 'bout ya, crazy 'bout ya~
~If you're stealing the world then steal me too~
~If you're stealing my heart then steal me too~
The refrigerator door opened, filling the kitchen with the faintest glow of light. Trowa quirked an eyebrow at noticing Heero sitting in the window seat, gazing up at the stars. Grabbing the jar of pickles off of the top shelf, he kicked on the night light with his foot, shut the fridge and walked over to sit next to Heero, the belt on his bathrobe catching under him so he had to wriggle to adjust to a comfortable position. "What are you still doing up?"
Heero shrugged, glancing down at his knee. "I couldn't sleep."
"Does stargazing make you sleepy?" Trowa opened the jar, plucking out a pickle and letting the juice drip off of it, shaking it a bit before recapping the jar and taking a bite.
"I don't know. I've never done it before." Heero leaned forward and grabbed the jar, opening it and grabbing a pickle, beating it against the sides of the jar. "I never really had the time, the patience, or the opportunity." He took a bite of the pickle and made a face. "Ugh. What are these?"
Trowa laughed. "It's brine-soaked cucumbers. They take a little getting used to for some people. Others just hate them. Then again, you might just have a bad pickle. It happens." He leaned his head against the window. "Do you always like to try new things?"
Heero leaned his head against the window as well. "I figure that I might as well. I'm not going to die without a reason. And, if I'm meant to die eating a pickle, so be it."
Taking another bite of his pickle, Trowa smiled. "I wouldn't let you die eating a pickle."
Heero smiled back. "I didn't think so."
~Lord I wish I'd been a painter~
~Draping colors from the sky~
~Bathing your shoulders in iridescence~
~Wrapped around your sigh~
~How I long to hear your laughter~
~How I long to see you smile~
~Painting your soul in the everafter~
~For a little while~
Trowa sighed happily as the warm sun bathed his shoulders. "Thank you, Heero."
Heero looked up from trying to assemble a plastic oar. "Hm? What for?"
"For taking me out on the lake. I've been working too hard lately, and I needed the break. No one else seemed to recognize it, but you did. So, thanks."
Finally getting the oar properly adjusted, Heero threw it in the heavy-duty yellow raft. "It's been too long since I've seen you laugh or smile. That's how I knew. And, I was coming out here anyway to swim. Even if you hadn't been stressed out, I would have invited you. You're... my best friend."
Trowa smiled. "And, you're my best friend." Biting his lip, he embraced Heero in a quick hug, then pulled back, walking quickly to the other side of the raft. "I suppose you need me to help you get this in the water." He laughed. "What am I saying? You could throw your truck in the river if you tried."
Heero grabbed one handle on the raft. "But, now I've seen you laugh, and smile, and you hugged me. Maybe I'm too weak in the knees to get the raft in all by itself."
Grabbing a handle on his own side, Trowa stuck out his tongue. "Yeah, well, you keep smiling at me. Maybe *I'm* too weak in the knees to help."
"So, how 'bout we just toss the damn thing in already?" Trowa nodded, and they hefted the raft up and set it in the water, helping each other in and rowing off to the middle of the lake, laughing and enjoying each other's company.
~'Cause I'm crazy 'bout ya~
~Crazy 'bout ya, crazy 'bout the way you do~
~Crazy 'bout ya, crazy 'bout ya~
~If you're stealing the world then steal me too~
~If you're stealing my heart then steal me too~
"You've never had coffee?"
Trowa shook his head. "Nope. Never bothered."
Heero rolled his eyes and motioned to the waitress at the other end of the counter, drying plates. When she came over, dishrag still in hand, Heero said, "Can you get this man a cup of coffee? I need to get him addicted."
The woman, graying hair pulled back in a ponytail, deep laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, cigarette-stained teeth unveiled with a wide smile, voice deep and vodka-drenched. "Sure thing, sweetie. Comin' right up."
Giving his friend a glare, Trowa leaned forward. "You actually want me to try something that you often describe as sludge?"
Heero laughed. "That's just at work. It seems like no one at our company can make a decent cup of joe."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Joe? What..." He trailed off as their waitress, wearing a shirt that bore the name Margaret, set a mug of steaming brown liquid in front of him. Trowa sniffed at it, then pulled the mug closer. "Well, it smells okay, I guess." He took a tentative sip. "Ah! Hot!" He reached past Heero and grabbed his glass of water with lemon, taking a few big gulps. Setting the glass down, he coughed. "I think I just swallowed a seed."
Laughing, Heero shook his head. "Try adding some cream. If you don't like it, sugar. You got me to like pickles, I can get you to like coffee."
Skeptical, Trowa did add cream, and poured a bit of sugar from the dispenser on the counter into his mug, looking around for a spoon. Not finding one, he grabbed Heero's knife and stirred it with the end that didn't have butter on it. He lifted the cup to his lips again, but blew gently on the liquid, his lips pursed loosely. Wincing slightly, he took another sip. Seemingly surprised, he open his eyes, setting down his cup. He swished the coffee around in his mouth, then swallowed. "Well, it's not completely awful, but... eh, it'll take some getting used to."
Heero poked his friend with his fork and shook his head. "What am I ever going to do with you?"
~What does the mask you're wearing mean to me~
~It's funny that what you pretend to be~
~Is real to me~
Trowa wrinkled his nose as it began to rain. "Why did it have to do this at a football game? They don't even have some sort of cover."
Heero shrugged and tried to cover his popcorn. "I don't know. Maybe because it decided your hair was too fluffy today and it needed to get back in your eyes where you always keep it."
Glaring at Heero, Trowa filched a handful of popcorn. "It's not my fault my hair naturally goes this way."
Heero glared right back, stealing Trowa's soda for a quick sip since he hadn't bought one of his own. "It's your fault it's so long in the front."
"I like it that way. Watch the game. Your colony is losing to mine."
Heero looked over at the score board. Sure enough, the L-1 Wolfpack were losing 0-16 to the L-3 Lions. He whispered, "I like your hair like that, too." Clearing his throat, he looked back at Trowa who seemed to be staring at his feet. "What was our bet on this game?"
Trowa took a sip of his soda. "It's to see whose apartment we'll move into. L-1 wins, I move into your place. L-3 wins, you move into mine. I get the feeling I'll have to vacuum out the guest room."
After pushing his hair out of his eyes, Heero nudged Trowa with his elbow. "We wouldn't even have had this bet if you didn't have a pool in your complex. Because, we both know my game room is better."
Trowa, looking over at his friend, hesitantly pushed his own hair back a little. "You do know that there's an arcade and billiard bar behind my place, right?"
Heero coughed. "Actually, no. But, I like my pool table!"
Shaking his head and wrinkling his nose at the rain that continued to pour down at such a pace that it annoyed him, Trowa laughed. "You just like it because you have sex fantasies about doing it on a pool table."
There was a pause. "So?"
Trowa arched an eyebrow. "That's priceless. But, oh, I guess the living room is big enough." I can move the TV into the corner."
"Hmph. I like your TV just where it is. The couch can move forward and we'll have plenty of room." Heero continued to eat his popcorn, looking as though he had it all stuffed in his inside coat pocket.
"Awful bossy, aren't you?" Trowa smiled and sat back a little, finally enjoying the raindrops whispering against his skin. "Yeah. I guess the couch can move."
~Drops of rain cascading gently~
~Splashing off your laughing eyes~
~People may come and go~
~But the truly great moments survive~
Moving Trowa's couch forward, Heero turned around, using his hands to give himself a mental guide about where the pool table could go. Nodding abruptly, he walked out the door. A moment later, he walked back in the room. "Hey, Trowa, do you have a bag?" All he could hear was Trowa vacuuming in the next room. Making a face, Heero walked back out into the hall where his pool table was sitting. Pulling his tank top out, he began loading the cue ball, the solids and the stripes into his shirt. He walked back into the room with them just as Trowa walked out of Heero's new bedroom wheeling along a vacuum that seemed to be spewing smoke.
Trowa took one glimpse of Heero, his shirt filled with pool balls, his washboard abs revealed, and blinked in confusion. "Heero... uh, nice abs. How about I take those balls from you before you get hurt?"
Heero burst out laughing, the three ball falling out of his shirt and onto the carpet, rolling along until it hit Trowa's foot. "Sorry, Tro, let me just go put these on the couch, then you can help me with the table."
Picking up the ball at his foot, Trowa walked over to the couch and leaned over the back, setting it next to the one. "I'm glad we're friends, Heero. And, I'm glad you moved in."
Looking up and seeing the way Trowa's eyes shone, Heero dumped the rest of the balls out of his shirt rather than placing each one on the couch. "I'm glad too. I... I... you know."
Smirking, Trowa looked down at the back of the couch, absently picking at the upholstry. He reached up to scratch his shoulder. "Yeah. Me too. Let's... go get that table."
~'Cause I am crazy 'bout ya~
~Crazy 'bout ya, crazy 'bout the way you do~
~Crazy 'bout ya, crazy 'bout ya~
~If you're stealing the world then steal me too~
~If you're stealing my heart then steal me too~
~If you're looking for love there's no other...~
Wrapped in the new bathrobe that Heero had given him for Christmas, Trowa took his cup of coffee and walked through to the living room. Seeing the pool table, he smiled, thinking about how hard it had been to get it into the room. Walking over to it, he gave the felt covering on it a caress before setting his coffee down on one side and hauling himself onto it, his slippered feet dangling in the moonlight.
A moment later, the bathroom door creaked open, and Heero exited. Turning to hit the switch, he spotted Trowa. Flicking off the light, he tied up his own bathrobe and moved over to Trowa, moving the cup of coffee further back before sitting down next to him, silent. He leaned his head against Trowa's shoulder and clasped his hands in front of him, kicking his bare feet gently through the air.
Trowa smiled and leaned his head over, laying it on top of Heero's. "You know."
Heero nodded softly. "You do, too."
"Hmm." Trowa's smile grew wider. "So, what's this about your sex fantasy on a pool table?"
Heero smirked. "Yeah, he is."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Wow. What a coincidence. Mine is too."
Pulling away, Heero scooted back on the table, pulling his feet up to rest on the edge. "Trowa... are you... I don't know... okay with this?"
Scooting back further himself, Trowa nodded, turning toward Heero. "Yeah. I mean, hey, you're not the only one who tries new things."
Staring at Trowa's bottom lip, Heero felt himself lean a bit closer. "Somehow I doubt I'm going to die from a kiss."
Before leaning in to close the distance between them to a mere fraction of a centimeter, Trowa murmured, "No more than you did from the pickle, and I did from the coffee."
Eye closed, they rushed forward the last little bit, yelping as their lips smashed against their teeth, but not abandoning the effort. The kiss was soft, sweet, and mostly chaste, their hands eventually reaching up to stroke the other's neck and hair, their strong jawlines, and closed eyelids.
A cup of coffee cooled behind them.
Finally pulling away, Heero smiled. "I..."
Trowa nuzzled against him. "I know." He kissed him gently. "Trust me, I know."
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments3)
