Title: Coming Of Age - 2/?
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Shonen Ai/Shoujo Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 2x4, 1+2, 3+4, D+R
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Language, Lemon, Sap
Archived: Yep! Thanks Lev :)
Disclaimer: I've got no money... suing me would be pointless. Reading my story, however, would be vastly entertaining :) 'Coming Of Age' belongs to Damn Yankees and inspired this whole fic!
Heero walked into the hotel room, looking around curiously. He had to admit that the accommodations were excellent; a large queen-sized bed, 30" color television with DVD, and a state-of-the-art stereo system were a few of the amenities. Dorothy definitely had good taste. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about how she had all but begged him to attend Relena's surprise party. A year ago, it probably would have taken a hell of a lot more than begging to get him to agree, but now... well, he was just glad to be invited.
He and Relena had come to an understanding a few months after the last war had ended. He had finally explained to her that he did not have romantic feelings for her, and she had accepted it gracefully. They'd even managed to begin a true friendship that they had maintained over the last year or so. Heero wouldn't have missed this party for the world just because of that relationship.
Of course, wanting to see Duo was an even better reason.
Heero began having thoughts of the braided boy soon after Duo had left to return to L2. First it was just wondering how Duo was doing. Then it changed to wondering what Duo would think about whatever Heero was doing. From there, it developed into a never-ending 'What what Duo say about this?' thought-process. Heero had considered contacting the other boy several times, but hesitated because he felt that if Duo had really wanted to talk to him, the ex-pilot would have already been in touch with Heero... right?
Although the idea that Duo didn't want to continue to be his friend hurt Heero, he had come to understand that he had no one to blame for it but himself. The way he'd treated Duo in the past, although not as cold as he had treated everyone else, still had to have stunted any relationship that the two boys could have developed. The only time Heero had contacted Duo since the first war was when he'd needed the braided boy's help to rescue Relena from Mariemaia. He and Duo could have been the best of friends; Heero regretted more than anything that he had missed out on that, and he was determined to apologize to Duo and see if he still had a chance to get to know the other boy.
Heero sighed as he laid his overnight bag down on the bed. There was only one problem that could spoil this little reunion - Duo's tactile nature. All through both wars, Duo had teased and touched Heero just as naturally as breathing. Heero hadn't ever thought twice about it, marking it up as being part of Duo's personality, just something the other boy did without even realizing it. Heero had allowed the physical contact grudgingly, even growing accustomed to it... apparently too accustomed to it.
Six months ago, Heero had awakened from a rather interesting dream about the braided boy... a very sexual dream, involving Duo giving him a blowjob. Heero could have ignored it, making the excuse that it was just his overactive teenage libido finally manifesting itself... if not for the dream he'd had the next night of Duo pounding him into the proverbial mattress. There was only one explanation, and Heero found himself completely stunned by it.
Heero was attracted to Duo and wanted to have sex with him.
Sitting down on the bed by his bag, Heero thought about his predicament. More sexually charged dreams had followed the initial ones, escalating Heero's desire for the braided boy over the past few months. He'd even resorted to masturbating while thinking about Duo. He knew that this wasn't exactly behavior accepted between friends, and Heero doubted that they could just be friends if his reaction to Duo was the same or stronger in person, especially if Duo still touched him so effortlessly. Heero could only hope that his fantasy was just that - a fantasy - and that Duo would be his former annoying self so Heero could find out his attraction wasn't possible in reality; unfortunately, Heero had a feeling that wouldn't be the case.
Sighing to himself, Heero got up and began to unpack. They were to spend the whole weekend there on Earth. Dorothy had scheduled certain things for all of them to do together, but the rest of the time would be each person's to spend as he or she chose. Tonight would be the surprise party. Tomorrow would include lunch together and then a night out at a local club, which left time during the morning and afternoon for milling around the hotel or enjoying the local sights. Sunday would offer a farewell brunch. Looking at the clock, Heero noted that there were only a couple of hours before they were all to meet at the private club where Dorothy was having the party.
"Well," Heero said out loud to no one, as he gathered his shower supplies, "I guess it's time to see if Duo Maxwell is as sexy as I remember him to be."
Stepping into the bathroom, Heero could only hope that his memory wasn't accurate in that regard.
"Check, check one, check one, two, check one, two, three."
Duo spoke into his wireless mic evenly, making sure the level was good and there wasn't any static. He had already done his guitar monitor. His violet eyes couldn't help but wander over to the blonde sitting on the edge of the stage, tuning his acoustic. Duo let his eyes roam over the other boy, his heart aching at the loss he could already feel since they had both decided to take this trip. Duo wasn't happy, and from the frown on the blonde's face, neither was Quatre.
Quatre had been distant ever since the morning after their last sexual encounter. Duo had awakened to an empty bed, which was something he hadn't had to do, unless Quatre was away on business, since he and Quatre had begun their relationship. It had bothered Duo all the way to Earth, and now that the braided boy thought about it, he didn't like it... at all. It was stupid for them to give up what they had when they didn't have to yet.
Hilde had given both of them a speculative look as they'd headed for the spaceport that same morning but hadn't commented on their odd behavior. Duo looked over to where she and Catherine were currently decorating the place with balloons and streamers as they chatted happily with each other. Trowa hadn't accompanied Catherine to the club; she had extended his apologies, explaining that the green-eyed boy was recuperating from the flu, so he was resting at the hotel, but would be there for the party. Duo had seen the look of disappointment on Quatre's face, but then he'd looked at Duo, and there had been an even sadder expression in those aqua eyes. Duo didn't know exactly what was going on inside the other boy's head, but he had an idea, and he was not about to let it continue. Looking at Quatre again, he laid the mic down and stalked over to where the other boy was sitting.
"Cat, I need to talk to you."
"Duo, I'm in the middle of tuning. Can't it wait until later?"
Duo reached down, gently pulled the guitar free from Quatre's hands, and then set it aside. "No, it can't."
Aqua depths gazed up at him, and Duo could see the brief flash of something he couldn't define. No, he was not going to let this continue. Reaching down again, he took Quatre's hand, forcing him to stand. When they were facing each other, Duo let his fingers graze Quatre's cheek before grasping his chin to keep him from looking away.
"I'm not saying goodbye, Cat. Even if things do work out for us with the others, you are my best friend, and I refuse to just act like you don't mean anything to me, you got that? Do NOT distance yourself from me. I can't take it. I won't take it. You start that shit, and I'll have us on a shuttle back to L2 so quick it'll make your blonde head spin, the others be damned."
Quatre searched Duo's eyes for a moment before sighing. "Sorry. You're right. We don't even know how they are going to react, so we shouldn't change how things are until it's necessary to do so."
Duo grinned. "That's right, so quit acting like you just lost your best friend... you haven't, and you never will." With that, Duo leaned forward and took Quatre's lips in a gentle but firm kiss, not caring who saw them. Quatre was more important than anyone else, and Duo would not ignore his feelings.
Quatre made a sound of contentment and wound his arms around Duo's neck. Duo slid his arms around the blonde's waist to pull him closer as the kiss deepened. He was pleasantly surprised when Quatre plunged his tongue into his mouth, causing him to moan at the intensity the kiss was beginning to have. Reluctantly, Duo pulled away to look into bright aqua eyes that were shining with passion and need.
"Duo, please."
Duo could never deny him anything. The blonde siren known as Quatre Winner had taken away his ability to say 'no' almost from the moment he'd walked through Duo's door. How ironic it was that the one everyone thought was so innocent turned out to be the most sensual of the five former pilots... well, next to himself, of course, Duo amended with a wicked grin. He nodded in assent, ignoring the questioning look from Hilde and the shocked look from Catherine, as he led the blonde back to a small room. They closed the door behind them and then proceeded to kiss each other senseless. Shirts went flying, soon followed by pants, until they were only in their underwear.
"Duo, touch me," Quatre breathed as he licked Duo's neck. "Please, I've missed you so much."
Duo groaned at the pleading quality in Quatre's voice; it always made him want to lose control. He reached inside the blonde's boxers, his fingertips barely brushing just the head of the boy's erection.
"Duo!"
Smiling, Duo took Quatre in his hand and began to stroke him. The feeling of that velvety heat in his grasp was so intoxicating. He could hear Quatre moaning in a low voice, almost begging for him to speed up. He complied willingly. He had missed this, and heaven help him, he didn't know if he could give Quatre up for Heero if the other boy was interested. That thought scared him, but he pushed it aside as Quatre's hand slid over his nipples then down his stomach.
"Oh, yeah!" Duo cried out as that knowing hand reached inside his own boxers to fondle his growing need. Quatre's hands were just as callused as his own, from working on those construction sites, and the contrast between soft palm and rough fingers was absolutely perfect.
They both began moving their hips, thrusting into each other's hands with abandon. Duo was so wet, and the moisture at Quatre's tip told him how aroused the other boy was too. Duo decided the friction wasn't enough and pulled both pairs of boxers down, pressing forward until their erections touched.
"Duo! Oh yes... please... "
Duo began rubbing their tips together, the tears of passion mixing as satin steel slid over each other. "Nnn, Cat... oh baby, this feels so good!"
Quatre's hand joined Duo's, and soon they were both stroking each other again, their tips never breaking contact as they began to reach their climaxes. Quatre came first, his shouts of pleasure echoing in the tiny room as his erection pulsed in Duo's hand, warm streams of his essence releasing against Duo. It sent Duo over the edge, his own throaty moans joining his lover's as his arousal shuddered against Quatre's in answering passion. They collapsed against the wall, sticky and panting. Quatre chuckled lightly as he turned contented eyes to look at his braided lover.
"Well, shit, Duo. Maybe even if we do get together with the others, we can still have closet sex."
Duo snickered, his violet eyes shining at the smile on the blonde's face that he hadn't seen there since leaving L2. "I promise, Q. I'll only have closet sex with you."
They both laughed until they cried, and then kissed each other's tears away.
"Dorothy, where are we going?" Relena asked for the third time.
"Oh, somewhere you are going to love, Rel."
Relena Dorlian sighed heavily. Her best friend was certainly being secretive tonight; Relena knew something was going on. Dorothy had been emphatic about keeping her schedule clear for the weekend. It was Relena's eighteenth birthday, and she wouldn't put anything past the platinum blonde sitting beside her. Still, she trusted Dorothy implicitly. The other girl had proven her loyalty and friendship time and time again, and Relena didn't know what she would do without her sometimes.
"So how does it feel to be officially legal?" Dorothy asked, her voice soft with humor.
Relena rolled her eyes. "Dory, I've been 'legal' since I was sixteen. Believe me, it's no different now."
Dorothy laughed. "I guess you're right. It's just that it's normally such a huge thing in a girl's life. You know, to not be considered jail bait anymore by all the older hot guys."
"Dorothy!" Relena said in mock-affront.
"Well, it's true," Dorothy said with a wink, taking in the lovely shade of pink on Relena's cheeks.
Relena shook her head. "The only 'older guys' I know are old enough to be my grandfather. No thanks."
"Oh, come on, Rel. Isn't there anyone who's caught your eye?" Dorothy inquired, holding her breath. She let her eyes roam over the other girl, loving how she had convinced Relena to wear her hair completely down tonight. It hung softly to her shoulders, giving her less of a prim and proper look. Relena was wearing a pair of worn blue jeans, a light blue baby doll shirt that had a low scoop neck, and a pair of chunky heeled boots. A silver chain with an angel charm, an early birthday present from Dorothy, adorned her throat. Dorothy thought she'd never looked lovelier.
"No," Relena answered truthfully. "Even when I thought I wanted Heero, turns out I wasn't really 'attracted' to him in that way. I think I admired him more than anything." The flaxen blonde sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find someone who will see me for who I really am."
Dorothy felt her heart clench. She reached out and ran her fingers over the other girl's cheek. It was odd how women could get away with touching each other more intimately than men could without anyone thinking it more than friendship. "You will, Rel. Maybe you already have and just don't know it yet."
Relena smiled at that. Leave it to Dorothy to always try to make her feel better. She looked at the other girl, noting that Dorothy looked really good with her hair pulled back in a French braid. Her outfit was really attractive too; black leather pants with a dark blue no sleeve crop top accentuated Dorothy's pretty figure. Relena blushed as she realized she was admiring the other girl. "Thanks, Dory. I'll try to keep a look out for him."
They arrived at their destination, but before Relena could take in her surroundings, Dorothy leaned forward, brushing her lips against the other blonde's. Light blue eyes look into gray questioningly as Dorothy pulled away, still caressing Relena's cheek softly. "Maybe you should be looking for a 'her' instead of a 'him'."
Relena didn't get a chance to reply before Dorothy got out of the car.
Trowa and Catherine walked into the club together. Catherine had returned to the hotel to get ready and pick up her brother, and although Trowa was feeling better, he had to admit he didn't want to be there. He was going to have to see Quatre. Although Trowa had thought he and the blonde were best friends at one point in time, the fact that Quatre was attracted to him made Trowa feel uneasy. He cared for Quatre a lot, but he just couldn't see the blonde like that; Quatre was just too... Quatre.
Trowa scanned the room, noticing Heero already sitting at the main table. Apparently this was going to be a small affair; although there were many smaller tables being occupied at the moment, there was only one large table set up. Catherine led him towards the former Wing pilot, as she waved to Hilde who was at the table as well. Trowa regarded the stage and wondered idly who the band was going to be tonight.
"Trowa," Heero greeted, his voice smooth, but not quite as cold as it once had been. "It's good to see you."
"Heero. I'm glad you could make it. Where are the others?"
Heero shrugged. "I guess Wufei and Sally didn't make it back in time. They were on a mission on L1. I haven't seen Duo or Quatre either, but Hilde said they were here."
Trowa glanced over to where his sister and the dark-haired girl were engaged in conversation. He refocused his attention back on Heero. "Have you kept in touch with anyone since the war?"
"Relena and I have corresponded regularly, and Wufei stops by sometimes when he and Sally are in the area, but other than that, not really. How about you?"
Trowa shook his head. "No. I saw Quatre a couple months after it ended, but... " Trowa didn't continue.
Heero sensed a reason for that, but kept quiet. Trowa seemed really nervous, and the brown-haired boy had never been like that in the past. Something had to be going on with him and the other pilots, at least with Quatre, the way Trowa had spoken about him. Heero decided to pay more attention to them tonight.
"Trowa, it's been a while," Hilde greeted him cordially, but there was a hint of something Heero couldn't quite put a name to in her eyes. Disapproval maybe? Now his curiosity was really piqued.
Trowa nodded. "Yes, it has. How have you and Duo been?"
"Fine," she replied happily. "Business has been great. Of course, it helps that Quatre knows so many people and tells everyone about the salvage yard when he's away. He's appointed himself as our living advertisement, much to Duo's annoyance." Her blue eyes sparkled with humor.
"When he's away?" Trowa asked, but didn't get an answer before the lights dimmed.
"Oh, that means they're here," Hilde explained. She stood up on her chair. "Everyone sit, and when the lights come on, shout 'surprise'." Silence fell over the room as the front door opened.
"This place is dark, Dory. Are you sure we're at the right..."
"Surprise!" Everyone yelled as the lights blared back to life.
Relena gasped before letting out a relieved laugh. Turning to Dorothy, she smiled brightly. "I knew you had something planned."
Dorothy just smiled back. "Of course, Rel. Did you honestly think we wouldn't celebrate your eighteenth with a little style?"
The two girls made their way over to the main table. Relena saw Heero sitting by the chair designated as hers and reached out to take his hands in greeting. "It's nice to see you Mr. Yuy."
Heero lifted one of her hands and kissed it softly. "The pleasure is mine, I assure you, Miss Dorlian."
Relena turned to see many acquaintances and friends she had made over the past year, and she felt her heart flood with happiness. She knew she would have to thank Dorothy for this some way. Her mind went back to the kiss before they had entered the club, but she dismissed that for the moment.
"Thank you all for coming. I don't think I've ever had a surprise party before." She looked around, not really knowing what to say for once. She noticed the open bar and smiled. "Of course, I guess turning eighteen does have its advantages. I see that the bar is open and the drinks are on the house."
Everyone laughed at that, and Relena turned to Dorothy who motioned for her to sit down. "Time to get this party started," the platinum blonde said with a wink as she walked up the steps and onto the stage. "Ladies and gents, welcome to Miss Relena's eighteenth birthday bash. Now I know that most of you are used to elegant dinners, classical music, and fine drink. Well, good food, ass-kicking rock, and great beer are probably the extent of the evening. In other words, we are going to forget that we are adults for the night and just have some fun. Please feel free to indulge. No one here will think any less of you." She grinned broadly then continued, "Now, without further ado, I bring you one of the best cover bands I have ever heard. Please welcome 'Scavenger'."
The lights dimmed as the band came on stage, and then sounds of an electric guitar and drums filled the air as the lights came back on to reveal who was playing, much to the surprise of at least three people at the main table. Standing there in front were Duo and Quatre, both with guitars and wireless headset-mics. Drums, bass, and keyboard players stood behind them. Duo leveled a mischievous look at Relena and began singing.
//Dressed to kill and lookin' dynomite,
With her high-laced stockings and her sweater so tight.
I asked her her name, she said her name was "Maybe"//
Duo winked at Relena, who shook her head in amusement at the words of the song as Quatre joined in, singing harmony.
//Well she walked up to me, and she asked me to chance
I said, "I am lookin' for some wild romance,"
She gave me a wink--she said I should think about it, maybe//
Duo moved in time to his guitar playing, swaying his hips as he continued to sing. He turned to look at Quatre as they continued to play.
//She said, "What you got babe, is what I need.
Your kind of love got me on my knees."
I'm so tied up
What you got got a hold on me, your kind of love make a man outta me
I'm so tied up, you got me so fired up//
Quatre looked out to see Trowa staring at him with a stunned expression on his face. He was pleased by the initial reaction, until he felt a much stronger emotion override every thing else - anger. He refocused his attention to the others at the table, losing himself in the music. If Trowa didn't like his new look, he could, as Duo would say, go fuck himself.
//Little sister, hits the stage
She can't help it, she's comin' of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice he was comin' of age//
Duo decided to risk a look at Heero. The dark-haired boy looked shell-shocked. Duo couldn't help but grin to himself; it was nice to see such an open expression on the normally stoic ex-pilot. It gave him some hope, and he moved a little more suggestively as he sang, just enjoying how sexy he felt from those deep blue eyes being so fixated on him.
//If looks could kill, I'd be dead on the floor
You got me all tied up, honey, beggin' for more
Somebody call a doctor, I think I'm goin' crazy//
Heero couldn't believe his eyes. His memory had definitely been inaccurate... only instead of being too vivid, it hadn't done Duo Maxwell justice. Tight leather pants, a tight leather vest, and black biker boots graced that lithe form on stage, making Heero's mouth go dry. Duo's long chestnut hair was down, flowing around him in a sensual curtain of silk. An intricate silver bracelet adorned his right bicep, a black leather bracelet was tied around his left wrist, a black choker was around his neck, and a small silver hoop earring hung from his left ear. Heero couldn't take his eyes away.
//(Because) What you got, babe, is what I need
Your kind of love got me on my knees
I'm so tied up
What you got got a hold on me
Your kind of love make a man outta me
I'm so tied up
You got me so fired up//
Duo turned to sing with Quatre, loving how Heero's eyes never seemed to leave him. Of course, the sight of his blonde lover was enough to make him forget about the other boy in the audience for a while. Quatre's blonde hair was down, brushing against his shoulders. He had on a pair of black leather pants like Duo's and a cream colored button-down shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down the front. A black bead necklace with a polished black/brown/cream spotted shell was around his neck, a matching black leather bracelet like Duo's was around his right wrist, and he had a black onyx earring in his left ear. The first thought that came to Duo as his baritone voice melded with Quatre's tenor was that the blonde looked fuckable. Quatre swiveled his hips and Duo felt his blood pressure rise... oh yeah, definitely fuckable.
//Little sister, hits the stage
She can't help it, she's comin' of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice he was come, come, comin' of....//
Relena leaned over towards Dorothy. "They are incredible!"
Dorothy smiled. "I know. I heard them practicing when I visited to invite them here. I knew they would be perfect. There's another band to play dance music in-between their sets, so we'll still be able to spend time with Duo and Quatre." Dorothy could feel Relena's breath on her cheek, smell her perfume...
Relena nodded. Turning her head to look at the girl beside her, she suddenly became aware of how close she and Dorothy were. The memory of the kiss made her heart race a little as she looked into sultry gray eyes. Could Dorothy really care for her... like that? She forced herself to think about the blonde up on stage instead. "Good. I would hate to not get to tease Quatre." She looked away quickly, only to catch sight of the Winner heir, his longer blonde hair making him look older. "He does look so incredibly hot!"
Both girls looked at each other then, the tension somehow broken, and they laughed companionably as they continued to watch and listen to their friends.
//Woo hoo hoo, woo hoo, eh, eh, eh, eh, oohoohoohoohoohooh//
Duo's guitar solo was amazingly close to the original artist's from decades ago. Heero didn't even know the longhaired boy could play. He vowed to find out more about the incredibly edible leather-clad vision up on stage. He didn't know how he'd manage to control himself now that he knew that he wanted Duo, but he would try. If it meant getting to be with him, even as a friend, Heero would try his damnedest.
//Little sister, hits the stage
She can't help it, she's comin' of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice he was come, come, comin' of...//
Trowa couldn't believe the changes in Quatre. The innocent respectable young man he'd know had been replaced with... with... with a creation of one Duo Maxwell. Trowa became livid as Duo inclined his head towards Quatre during part of the lyrics referring to 'little junior'. It was one thing for Duo to be like he was, but to take Quatre and try to mold him into his mirror image? It was wrong, and Trowa intended to set the blonde straight before it was too late. Quatre was talented, and the band was really good, but that was beside the point; Quatre Raberba Winner shouldn't be trying to seduce an audience by wearing leather.
//Little sister, hits the stage
She can't help it, she's comin' of age
Little junior, he's all in a rage
Did you notice he was come, come, comin' of age
She's come, come, comin' of age
Yeah she come, she come, she come//
The band finished the song, guitars blaring, vocals fading, until the applause sounded through the club, showing the players how much everyone had enjoyed the performance.
"That one was for you, Rel! Happy eighteenth, babe! We love ya!" Duo yelled out at the blonde girl who was grinning up at them happily from her seat.
Duo looked back at Quatre, smiling at the elated look he had on his face. Performing was like a drug to both of them, and Duo loved that adrenaline high he could see his lover experiencing; he was feeling it too. Their eyes met briefly before seeking out their other respective love interests. As violet locked with blue and aqua locked with green, they both had to take a deep breath; one was incredibly encouraged, the other unbelievably disappointed.
It was going to be a long night.
End Part 2
(:./tk/coa2)
