6 Fwb 2001
TITLE: Movie Date
AUTHOR: kumiko & tzigane (guilty as charged)
PART: Story 3 of Lingering Days
FANDOM: Gundam Wing
PAIRING: 6+5
WARNINGS: AU/OOC; heavy shounen-ai
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to us. If they did, they'd spend more time naked.
C&C: If you feel the urge ^_^
The voice on Wufei's answering machine was deep and resonant -- and slightly flustered. "Uh... Hi Wufei. This is Zechs... you know, the guy who went to dinner with you a couple of days ago? Um... I was wondering... if... well... if you might like to do something after work on Saturday." There was a long pause. "That is, ah -- do something *with me*... after work... on Saturday." Another pause and then, "If... if you do, um... can you call me? Here's the number -"
The voice gave a telephone number near campus and then hurriedly said goodbye.
It was all Wufei could do not to shout with absolute pleasure, and if Mueller hadn't been in the room, he probably would have!
"Sounds like another one of those queer friends of yours," his roommate said with a smirk.
"Screw off, Mueller," Wufei growled, picking up the phone. "Don't you have something better to do? Like going down to the Ag buildings and chasing greased pigs or something with Alex?"
"*You're* the one who's into *unnatural* things, Chang, not *me,*" Mueller sneered. "And if you even *think* about getting 'mushy' on the phone with this fag you'll regret it." He snorted and buried himself in his book.
Wufei's face screwed up slightly as he mimicked Mueller while he wasn't looking, dialing Zechs's number precisely.
Three rings went by, four rings, five, and then there was a rather breathless, "Hello?"
"Hi!" Wufei said, excited that he'd picked up the phone. "I was starting to think you weren't there! This is, um, Wufei..."
"Hi!" Zechs said, still panting. "Well, then I'm glad I made the effort to get to the phone on time. Do you have *any* idea what it's like to carry a piano up three flights of stairs?"
That startled Wufei so badly it was a wonder he didn't fall off of the bed! "You're carrying *what*?" he asked, mouth slightly open. "I hope you're not doing that by *yourself*!" Although how in all that was holy anyone *could* do such a thing by themselves defeated Wufei at that moment.
"No, no," Zechs laughed, "there are four of us. Still -- it's quite a challenge. The only redeeming thing about it is that the guy we're doing it for has promised us as much Mexican as we could eat tonight. We all plan on stuffing ourselves." He paused for a moment and then said, "So, did you get my message?"
"Yeah," Wufei said, chuckling with him. "And the answer is sure. Yeah. After work on Saturday, right? Got anything in particular in mind?"
"I was thinking maybe that movie theater you were telling me about. If something good was playing. I haven't been able to find a schedule for them. Whenever I go to get one by the coffee house they're all taken. Would you happen to know?"
/YES!!/ "'Gigi' will be playing starting Friday!" Wufei said enthusiastically. "And 'Bye Bye Birdie' will be on alternately for the next two weeks!"
"Ahh -- Maurice Chevalier at his most... French," Zechs said. "Well, what do you say? Care to lose yourself in La Belle Epoch? Want to hold hands in the popcorn? My treat..."
"After work Saturday, then, right?" Oh, that meant there was only tonight and tomorrow night to get through and then he could see Zechs again! "I'd love that. 'Gigi' is one of my favorites! 'Thank Heaven!'" he sang a bit self consciously.
"For little boys..." Zechs added and then laughed. "Speaking of little boys, are you going to be in my class on Saturday?"
"All day. I'll even have a sack lunch to eat out under the elm... well, if the goats don't get loose and eat it first!" Wufei replied, absolutely shivering with delight at the sound of Zechs's voice.
"Haven't you worked out a compromise with them yet?" Zechs asked, his smile evident in his voice. "Maybe you're just not a goat person."
"They keep winning," Wufei admitted, dropping back onto his pillows, a leg crossed half-under him. "I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get tired of me shortly, either."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Zechs murmured, his voice becoming just a touch husky. "You taste rather wonderful, so I doubt they'd give you up..."
Thank God Mueller was still reading his book, because Wufei knew he turned eight shades of red at *that!* "Ah....ummhumm," he answered carefully, talking to himself silently. /Down, boy. DOWN!/
"Ah, don't tell me," came the deep voice. "The roommate from hell is there, isn't he? So much for making out over the phone... So, I'll see you on Saturday at Lingering Days and we can figure out the rest from there. All right?"
"Sounds great," Wufei answered, a bit of wistful longing slipping into his voice. "See you Saturday, then!"
"Sleep well -- and sweet dreams," Zechs said softly, then hung up. He leaned against the wall of his living room and sighed heavily. "Now how in hell am I going to keep my hands to myself..." he wondered aloud.
The following Friday seemed interminably long, and Friday night was even worse since Wufei couldn't think well enough to do any homework or to read. He ended up going out to dinner so he could at least talk to Sally whenever she passed his table, and then going back to the dorm room and sulking for a while watching re-runs of 'Designing Women' and 'The Golden Girls' on the only cable channel his room picked up reliably.
At least it wasn't monster trucks.
Still, Saturday morning dawned clear and bright and Wufei was up early and ready to go! He even arrived fifteen minutes early, a change of clothes tucked carefully in the passenger side seat of his old black Thunderbird, and stopped by to talk to his boss for a spell before hurrying towards the school building.
Zechs was early as well, setting up the classroom. He had washed all the students' chalkboards and was now distributing them to the desks, along with a new language primer for the younger students. /Never been so nervous before a class... Hmmm... have to be extra strict with him -- give me a chance to lean over his desk more often.../
"Morning," Wufei greeted, breezing through the door. "Ready to be aggravated?" He was teasing entirely, for he wouldn't aggravate Zechs at all... well. Not much, anyway.
Zechs grabbed his wrist as he went by, turning a stern look on him. "Disrespect for the teacher, Mr. Chang, will earn you five minutes in the broom closet." Dragging Wufei behind him he walked to the far side of the room and opened a door that led to the small supply room beyond. "The teacher will, of course, accompany you..."
"Wow, being punished so horribly so early?" Wufei asked, grinning as he was shuffled into the small window-less area. "I should be so lucky."
Closing the door behind them, Zechs pushed Wufei gently against the near wall and kissed him. It was long and sweet, Zechs's arms coming up around the smaller man's waist, pulling him closer as the kiss went on.
What a way to start a morning! As if Wufei hadn't spent much of the previous evening thinking about just this, anyway..... "And good morning to you, too," he whispered finally when their lips parted.
"Mmmnn..." Zechs growled as he pulled Wufei closer and nuzzled the side of his neck. "I've been thinking about you... a *lot," he said softly. "Thinking about *this*..."
"Dreaming about it," Wufei whispered dreamily, shivering. /Jerking off to it.../ Ah, God, Zechs excited him! "Oh, there!"
Zechs latched on to the warm pulse point he'd memorized from the last time he'd been kissing Wufei. It was pleasing to see that it produced the same wonderful effect, and he moaned softly as he suckled there. Then, nuzzling his way back to Wufei's lips, he brushed them with his own -- little half-kisses meant to tease *both* of them. "Oh, what I'd like to do to you..." he murmured.
Sighing deeply, Wufei trembled, shuddering even then beneath those sweet kisses. "I'm not going to be able to think all morning," he whispered, little breaths washing over Zechs's face as he reached up and tugged lightly at the ponytail draping the nape of the tall blond's neck. "Mmmm..."
/I should stop this. We should really stop. I have to teach a class in fifteen minutes, for a bunch of visitors who expect to see a very strict and obviously chaste schoolmaster.../ Zechs thought very seriously about the whole matter as he felt the black ribbon that held his hair being untied, causing blond strands like silk spun threads to stream over his shoulder. He knew they should stop, but it simply wasn't in his power to do a damn thing...
"Kiss me again," Wufei whispered before taking a kiss all on his own. "Kiss me, Zechs... touch me..."
Zechs let out a long, low growl and then his hands seemed to be everywhere -- tangling in the dark silk of the younger man's hair, trailing over his shoulders and chest, only to slide down and cup Wufei's bottom firmly, one tight globe in each large hand. As he squeezed them softly, he brought his thigh up between Wufei's legs, delighting in the hardness he found. Holding the boy firmly, he rubbed his thigh back and forth, at the same time capturing his mouth in a long, deep kiss.
Oh, it was so unbearably delicious that Wufei didn't ever want it to end! With an ecstatic sound that was so soft it could barely be heard, he pressed forward, rocking against the firm thigh between his legs and pressing at his stiffness, his hand gliding down past Zechs's hip to rub at the firm length he found there. Fingers caressed carefully through loose cloth, rubbing with an almost grasp as he shuddered, moaned into Zechs's mouth.
/Just a taste/ Zechs thought, /just a taste of him, that's all I want.../
He was about to drop to his knees to fulfill that wish when they heard the scuffling of feet out in the schoolroom. "Ah, *damn*!" Zechs muttered under his breath and then tried to hold still and not get *any* more excited than he already was.
"Oh, no...." The sound was almost a whine, Wufei's eyes clenched tightly shut. /Damn, damn, and double damn!/ Almost! Almost! And if Zechs had done it, then that would have meant he could have, too...
"It's okay," Zechs soothed, wrapping long arms around Wufei and just holding him, very close and very still, stroking his hair softly. "My fault -- bad timing... I just wanted to touch you so *badly*..."
"Tonight." It was a bare whisper, Wufei's arms wrapped tightly about his waist. "Tonight, Zechs..."
Zechs gave a soft laugh. "Now don't tell me you're the type of boy who makes out in dark theaters," he said. "Because if you are... that's great, 'cause I'm one, too!"
The flush-faced grin that met Zechs's look was as good as an admission. "The only drawback is missing parts of Gigi for kisses," Wufei murmured. "But I can rent that. I don't think I can rent *you*."
"Well, I *do* require a large deposit," Zechs said nodding. "It'd take all your cafeteria money, you don't want that -- but I *have* been known to be kept overnight on occasion..." He grinned down at Wufei. "Are we almost ready to go out and face the crowd?"
Wufei nodded, taking a deep breath. "I won't get any more ready than I am right now!" he said, grinning back at the taller man as they straightened themselves and headed back into the classroom.
Aside from the single small closet for hanging coats and depositing lunches, the structure was one large room. Several long desks with benches for the 'students' and visitors to sit at were available, all turned towards a large slate board held up by an easel. The teacher's desk was beside it, a polished apple carefully set there along with the switch Zechs had threatened he'd have, and that made Wufei's eyes widen slightly.
Usually, there were no students in the schoolroom, but fall was a busy time for Lingering Days, and so usually two or three of the workers and volunteers were assigned to be students for the day. Most had rather be out doing something else, so it tended to be a rotating shift. Tourists were already climbing up the outside steps and the other two 'students' for the day were already seated when Wufei slid into position at the end of one of the benches, smiling beatifically at Zechs.
There was the faintest of winks from the blond man who then put on a formidable scowl and chided the two entering students for being late.
"I do not like to use the switch," he said firmly, picking it up and swishing it a few times, "but if you are late again I will be forced to do so for your own good. Now -- let us begin by reciting our nine times tables. Class?"
"Nine times one is nine. Nine times two is eighteen. Nine times three is twenty-seven..."
The day had been long and hot, and Zechs was glad to get back home and change into cooler clothing - a pair of loose, stone colored shorts and a dark red t-shirt. Standing in front of his mirror, he brushed his hair slowly and hoped silently that Wufei had been sincere when he hinted that tall norsemen *could* be 'his type'.
He picked the younger man up outside of his dorm and now they were finally filing into the theater, after having bought popcorn.
"Where would you like to sit?" he asked Wufei, as they walked into the dimly lit theater.
One hand tucked into the back pocket of his own khaki shorts and the other clutching the mega-sized Coke they'd gotten (as if he had any plans of drinking it!), Wufei looked up at him through black lashes, an almost vicious grin crossing his face quickly before being replaced by something a bit sweeter and less...
Well, less suggestive of just what he was *hoping* would happen!
"Let's go up into the balcony?" he suggested. "They just re-opened that section, but I talked with the manager when you stopped in the restroom, and he said it was okay to go up..."
"Sounds good to me," Zechs said, smiling innocently. "I'll follow you."
/Yeah,/ Wufei thought gleefully. /Follow me!/ Oh, it had been such a horribly *long* day, and every time Zechs had waved his switch in the air or bent over to write on his slate board, Wufei's eyes had absolutely crossed with glee!
There was a red velvet rope blocking the stairs, but Wufei slipped under it and headed up them, turning back and grinning at Zechs as he did the same. It made him really *glad* that he spent so much time at the theater and that the manager was related to him in a very obscure round-about sort of way. Normally, no one was allowed up there; it was in perfect repair after recent historical renovations, but the need for it was so very rare since they hardly ever played newer movies.
It made him so glad, in fact, that he was practically dancing up each step, gleeful, only one thought on his mind.
/I'm going to be alone with Zechs! Alone!/
Zechs was thinking practically the same thing and by the time they found the perfect seats they were grinning at each other like fools.
Stowing the popcorn in front of him, Zechs gave Wufei a sidelong glance. "You have a wonderfully *naughty* expression on your face..."
"Why not?" Wufei asked him. "I'm having wonderfully *naughty* thoughts!"
"Hmmm..." Zechs murmured, reaching out a finger to stroke beneath the other man's chin. "Care to share any of those with me? Hm?"
"Maybe." The answer was almost coy, but the grin was feral, and the houselights weren't yet lowering.
"So innocent looking at some times and at others..." Zechs let the back of his fingers brush quickly over Wufei's lips and held his gaze steady. "So, about those thoughts..."
"Yeah," Wufei told him, looking up into eyes bluer than the sky. "They were pretty hot," he whispered against the touch of those fingers. "Hard to indulge when there's somebody else in the room, *you* know." He was flushed at the mere thought of that admission, but oh! It was nice...
Zechs's face took on a sympathetic expression. "Oh, poor baby," he said, then smiled wickedly. He leaned over to nuzzle Wufei's ear and murmured, "We could put on a show for him sometime..."
Just then, the house lights dimmed.
THAT thought sent Wufei's knees so weak that he was entirely too glad that he was seated, his eyes practically crossing as the tip of Zechs's tongue became intimate with the upper cartilage of his ear momentarily. "Oh, yes," he managed to whisper just as the introduction to the movie began.
Soon Maurice Chevalier was singing the opening number, "Thank Heaven for Little Girls," and Zechs and Wufei were singing along, looking over at each other and changing the word to 'boys' every time Chevalier sang it.
Zechs trailed a hand along the younger man's thigh as they sang and then clasped his hand, bringing it up to his lips.
At that, Wufei gave him a silly smile and kept right on singing but oh! How his very hormones danced and glorified in that simple kiss! The sight of girls and boys running about in the park was adorable, and perfectly suited to Zechs, Wufei, and their jobs at Lingering Days, but it was so hard to keep his attention where it belonged!
As the film progressed and Leslie Caron was scolded by her grandmother for not acting like a proper courtesan, Zechs put his arm around Wufei, slipping the elastic band out of his hair and trailing his fingers through it. "Maybe what Gaston needs is a really pretty *man*..." he whispered.
"I wouldn't protest half as much, if you were Gaston," Wufei whispered back, comfortably resting his head against Zechs's upper arm. Half of the movie had been spent being vitally aware of Zechs's presence beside him, and only part of his attention had been on the screen.
"Oooh," Zechs said as he nuzzled Wufei's neck, "does that mean you'd be my 'kept' boy? Hmm?" He wiggled his eyebrows and brushed a finger across the smaller man's cheek.
That brought a slightly breathless laugh that probably seemed out of place as Wufei dropped his head back slightly. "Mmm," he whispered, shivering as Zechs's lips lightly found *that* place on his neck, "I'd *love* to be your 'kept' boy...."
Zechs chuckled softly and they went back to watching the film. The blond man was, however, finding it very hard to concentrate on the transformation of Gigi from tomboy to elegant courtesan. He was thinking of what it would be like to come home and see Wufei, half dressed and writhing on the bed, just waiting for him. The thought made the throb between his legs sweet agony and he had to close his eyes and bury his face in the younger man's fragrant hair.
A hand lightly moved to touch his, caressing before dropping to rub lightly at his upper thigh, Wufei shifting in his seat as he gave an almost inaudible sound of pleasure, watching as Gigi's aunt directed her now on the choosing of a proper cigar. "Mmm."
Smiling at the touch, Zechs kissed the gleaming black strands of hair. /Why do people like to do this? To get themselves all hot and bothered, in an agony of desire with no hope of any kind release? If I could, I'd find a bed, strip his clothes off and wallow in that lovely body of his, even knowing that I couldn't take him completely, knowing that I couldn't come. I'd still do it -- just because if feels so good to want him like this... and I'll get as close to it as he'll let me.../
"Zechs," Wufei whispered, face turning so that his lips brushed the other man's tenderly for a moment before kissing him a bit more warmly. "Wow."
"Yes, indeed," Zechs murmured, giving him a couple of little, nipping kisses before taking a long, slow one. The hand that rested on Wufei's shoulder came up to caress lift the younger man's chin just a bit, and Zechs's other hand rested lightly along the edge of Wufei's face, almost holding him still so that the kiss could go on and on.
The movie played in the background, but it was all a muddle of noise and light to Wufei; especially with Zechs's mouth so light on his own, teasing and sweet. The kiss itself was an eternity long, it seemed, of soft lips pressed to equally pliant mouth, and the growing wonder that seemed to have spilled all inside of him over the past couple of weeks only throbbed a bit more with it.
"Mmmm... I'm keeping you from the film," Zechs whispered against Wufei's mouth. "Shall we go back to watching?"
"Huh?" Wufei asked.
"Am I distracting you from the film? Would you rather just watch...?"
"Nothing is distracting me at all," Wufei whispered, a finger lightly caressing over Zechs's lower lip, "since it's you that my attention is on, and not the film..." "I'm glad you have your priorities set straight," the blond man said, kissing that finger before taking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue lightly over the sensitive tip. Long, golden eyelashes lowered, brushing his cheeks as he played, and he let out a very soft moan of pleasure.
The quick throbbing song between Wufei's legs drove him nearly crazy as he shifted closer, his other hand going to lightly cup the nape of Zechs's neck as he leaned over the armrest between them. Fingers lightly pushed those golden strands of hair back out of the way before his mouth moved to lightly caress against the flesh there, teasing and sweet.
Letting out a ragged breath at the touch of Wufei's lips, Zechs's mouth clamped over the finger he's been teasing, suckling at it. He reached up and tangled the fingers of one hand in dark silky hair, pressing Wufei forward the slightest bit to gain more pressure from that teasing mouth. The sounds of the music in the film was fading. Everything he heard now seemed to have the rhythm of Wufei's heartbeat. "Ah... Wufei..."
Wufei didn't even have to think about it before he abandoned his seat, grateful for the darkened movie theater as he moved to straddle Zechs's lap, both of them squished into the single chair. "You rang?" he whispered in Zechs's ear, going back to nibbling just beneath it.
Another soft moan, and Zechs's arms were around Wufei, sliding over his shoulders and back, caressing his hips, pulling the smaller man close before pushing back his shirt collar and pressing a kiss to the warm skin beneath.
"Unh...!" It was all Wufei could do not to moan, to keep that sound to a bare grunt and a hiss of breath as his hand rubbed gently over Zechs's chest. Fingers tugged lightly, pulling the red t-shirt up just a bit, the material inching its way loose from Zechs's shorts with interminable slowness.
Zechs followed his lead and began to slowly unbutton Wufei's shirt, golden fingertips exploring further as each came open. "Oh, *damn* -- you're so *beautiful*..."
"Not a bad complement from a god," Wufei managed to murmur with a little breathless laugh as he got his hands on the warm skin of Zechs's bare belly. "Mmmmm..."
"Ah! Wufei..." Zechs was breathing heavily against the warmth of the younger man's neck. He'd gotten Wufei's shirt off of one shoulder, his fingers slowly exploring the curves of it. "Right now," he whispered, struggling again for control, "I don't feel very godlike... I feel very, *very* human..."
A hand lightly pressed its way up Zechs's side, not-quite-tickling past his ribs, Wufei's hand moving towards the firm swell of pectoral and finding the crest of a nipple with the pads of his fingertips. "Oh, yes..."
Zechs let out a harsh breath -- that touch! So intimate, and sparking sweet pleasure through him, so intense that he clung to Wufei out of pure instinct. His own hands had opened the other man's shirt all the way and now he pushed it down over Wufei's shoulders and leaned forward reverently, pressing a soft kiss to that lovely chest. His kissed nuzzled over to where a nub equally stiff as his own was waiting. With a soft humming sound, he gave it a tiny lick.
That drew a sound from Wufei that he sincerely hoped was swallowed by the sound of Gaston's singing! "Oh, God, Zechs!" he whispered frantically, hips pressing forward to rub against the taller man's lower belly.
Zechs had lost all track of the film. He was in a completely different world and now he leaned forward again, letting his tongue flicker over the very tip of that sensitive nipple, back and forth across it, all the while feeling the lovely bulge in Wufei's shorts rubbing against his skin.
It was surely heaven, Wufei was certain of it as he whined fitfully, palm cupping over the eraser-hard tip of Zechs's own perked flesh and rubbed, face burying in the sweet clean scent of exquisitely soft strands of hair. "Oh," he managed to say, the erection between his legs throbbing with a definite joy. "Oh!"
Drinking in every delicious sound, Zechs whimpered softly, pushing forward towards those lovely fingers. Then, letting his hands trail down Wufei's back, he took the delicate nipple into his mouth and grazed it once with his teeth before settling in to suckle in earnest. At the same time, his hands came to rest around the cheeks of Wufei's bottom and he gave them both a gentle squeeze.
Oh, Wufei didn't know how long he could bear it! He was exquisitely over sensitive, and he moved his fingers out from under Zechs's t-shirt to wrap his hands in those wonderful soft strands of hair, his head dropping back as he trembled there in Zechs's arms. "Zechs..." he managed to gasp. "You want to... you know, get on the floor? It's more comfortable, and it's clean..."
Not needing any more encouragement than that, the blond man simply lifted Wufei up and then lowered him to the floor, draping himself over the smaller man and kissing him. He pressed his own, hardened shaft against Wufei's and lowered his head to suckle again at the tender nipple. "Beautiful... beautiful boy..."
"Oh, God, Zechs!" Wufei whispered, voice harsh with restrained passion. "That feels so good... Oh, that feels *SO* good!" His hands were on Zechs's back and moving down, grasping the other man's hips so that he could give added pressure to the steady upthrust of his own hips. "Unh!"
Nuzzling his way to the other nipple, Zechs couldn't help moaning softly as his erection rubbed over Wufei's, over and over again. He latched onto the nipple and suckled firmly, his entire body focused on that delicious friction between his legs, and the answering arousal of Wufei's body. His hair fell to the floor, making a curtain that hid them from the world and now, with each thrust forward he couldn't help making soft, hungry growling noises. "Want you," he panted against the tiny nub he suckled, "Want you so *much*..."
"Yes!" Wufei moaned, eyes slitting open as a soft whine built in the back of his throat....
....and he saw the house lights coming up....
"Shit!"
Zechs sat back on his heels, blinking in bewilderment. "Uh... Oh, hell," he said, still panting. Looking down at Wufei, all untucked and blushing beneath him, he gave a weak smile and then sat back further and reached a hand out to help the younger man up. "Our timing today is impeccable..."
That gained him a slightly breathless laugh as Wufei stood, back to the audience on the floor, and quickly began to button his shirt. "I admit, it coulda been better," he finally managed to say, still shaking a little from the intensity of their passion.
"I'm sorry -- I seem to have made you miss the end of the film," Zechs said somewhat sheepishly, tucking his shirt back into his shorts. "Hope you're not too disappointed."
"Maybe a little," Wufei said with an equally chagrined smile, "but not because I missed the end of the *film*."
Zechs frowned a bit, puzzled, and then realized what Wufei was saying. "Oh," he said giving the younger man a sultry smile, "in that case, *I'm* extremely disappointed!"
"I'm glad it's not just me!" Wufei said, tucking in the ends of his own shirt and quickly straightening himself.
They gathered up the uneaten popcorn and the untouched coke and walked back down the stairs. A number of the other movie-goers gave them strange looks when they emerged from behind the velvet rope.
Leaning down to Wufei, Zechs whispered, "Do you think they heard us?"
Color rose quickly in Wufei's cheeks, the corners of his lips twitching with sudden half-embarrassed amusement. "Oh, dear!" A particularly sly smile from one violet-eyed movie patron confirmed Zechs's suspicion, and Wufei gave a little groan, not sure if he was embarrassed or... well, *SMUG*! "Well, if they did, then... Uh... Well, they did!"
"Wonder which was more entertaining," Zechs whispered again, stifling a laugh, "us or Gigi?"
"Definitely YOU," the violet-eyed man with the braid said with a wink as he hurried out past them, an arm wrapped around the boy walking beside him.
".....WAH!" Wufei declared, flushing an even deeper red.
Zechs only barely held on until they got outside the theater, and then he burst into laughter. "Oh, *damn* -- were we really that *bad*? I could have sworn Louis Jordan covered it all up! Well, hell..." He laughed again. "Now, where *have* I put the car??"
"Down the street, across from McCorkle's," Wufei said, unable to keep from grinning himself. "It must have been those quiet minutes at the end!"
"Yes, well," Zechs murmured, putting his arm around Wufei's shoulder as they walked, "it's a good thing, then, that we didn't get any farther." There was a moment of silence and then he added, "I can't believe I just said that..." He looked down at Wufei in mock seriousness. "Ignore that, all right? It wasn't a good thing. It was really a very, very *bad* thing."
Wufei couldn't help the little shiver of agreement that snuck down his spine. "Well, considering I don't think I'd want an audience the first time..."
They had gotten to the car and Zechs held the door open for Wufei, his smile broadening to a grin. "True, there is that... so does that mean you'll want an audience later on?"
"No!" Wufei replied, eyes suddenly widening at the thought before he ducked into the car, flushing eight shades of red again. Normally, he was grateful for his skin coloring; it allowed him to avoid painfully public blushes. It was just that... Zechs made him absolutely hyper-sensitive and aware of himself, so he couldn't seem to hide them lately at all!
Zechs closed the door then walked around the car, sliding easily into the driver's seat. "Right," he muttered, pretending to check an item off on an imaginary list, "no exhibitionism..." Then he started the car and they drove off down the street.
"You're teasing me," Wufei declared, firmly nodding before he smiled and leaned over slightly, held back by his seatbelt. "I like it."
Zechs laughed at him and, at the next stoplight, leaned over to Wufei and caught his mouth in a long kiss that had the car behind them honking when the light turned green. "Everyone's a critic," Zechs muttered good naturedly as the began driving again. "So, you working tomorrow as well?" he asked.
"Just the afternoon," Wufei said, "and only for a couple of hours, thank goodness! A rare almost-day-off! How about you?" Black eyes slid over slyly, shielded by thick lashes.
"I have the entire day off," he said, looking extremely pleased with himself. "And I'm not doing one scrap of work for school. It will be heaven, I'm sure of it." Casting his own sly glance at Wufei and seeing the same look in his eye, he smiled seductively. "Want to come over for Chinese? I'll buy the stuff, you cook it? There's a great Asian food market about a block from my apartment. We could go when you get off of work." He wiggled his eyebrows and tried very hard to look cute. "What do you think?"
"I think I'd *love* to," Wufei fairly hummed. The mere notion of being alone at Zechs's apartment, *with* Zechs, cooking, naked... Well, at least, that was something... that was something he really *would* like to see! A lot... "When I get off work, I can just drive to your place, if you give me directions, or...?"
Zechs waited for him to finish and when he didn't, looked over and said, "Or...?"
"Oo~oor," Wufei said, "you can pick me up if you want. Either way's fine."
"Well, you'll probably want to clean up after the goats, yes? So you tell me when you'll be ready and I'll be there to pick you up." /Conveniently leaving you at my apartment without your car... hmmm... maybe he's wiser than he looks.../
"How about four, then?" the Chinese man asked, suddenly delightfully smug. Just what he'd wanted! "That'll give me time to clean up, and give us time to go to the market, right?"
They had arrived at the parking lot of the dormitory. Zechs pulled into the far corner of the lot, a deserted spot for now, before students began coming home from clubs and jobs. Cutting the engine, he reached over and pulled Wufei close. "Want to relive your high school days and make out in a car?" he murmured, kissing behind Wufei's ear.
"I've never made out in a car before," Wufei told him a little breathlessly, pressing the button and fumbling out of his seatbelt. "I'd really like to, though, you think?"
"You've never made out in a car?" Zechs said, nibbling at a delicate ear lobe now. "Poor baby!" His hands were soothing over Wufei's waist and hips, lips teasing along the edge of his jaw. "Didn't you have a nice, lecherous boyfriend... who wore down your resistance?"
"Oh, that's nice," Wufei told him dreamily, tilting his head as his hands moved to run lightly over Zechs's chest. "I had a boyfriend who thought sex was pretty much a waste of time outside of the occasional blowjob..."
Zechs pulled back for a moment, tilting his head to the side and giving Wufei a puzzled look. "What was he doing -- saving himself for your wedding night?"
One shoulder raised in an apparent shrug. "Dunno. Guess I just wasn't blond enough to turn him on right. He had this weird obsession with penetration..."
"Ah huh," Zechs replied. "Well you'll *have* to tell me about *that* one. And..." he lifted a hank of his hair and stared at it, then quickly threw it back over his shoulder. "Should I even ask about the hair thing?"
Wufei grinned and leaned up and kissed him hard. "Don't worry about it. I just hate feeling inferior and undesirable, and you more than make up for that. I'll tell you about the other sometime."
"My sweet boy," Zechs murmured, pulling Wufei close again, "I will gladly do everything in my power to make you feel desirable..." He cupped the back of Wufei's head, hand tangled in its dark silk, and kissed him passionately. When they broke apart he whispered against the warmth of the younger man's lips, "The desire I feel for you makes me drunk just thinking about you... wanting you *so* badly... in my arms... in my bed..." His voiced trailed off and was drowned in another kiss.
At that particular moment, Wufei couldn't imagine ever being happier than he felt just then, with his own lips smothered beneath Zechs's kisses, his body shifting 'til he was practically straddling Zechs between the tall man's body and the steering wheel. His eyes were closed, his heart was pounding wildly against his ribs, and his only thought was that if he had to die tonight, at least it would be from the wild feelings of adoration that seemed to spill through him and color every emotion, every second, all of the time that he spent with Zechs Marquise.
"So perfect, Wufei..." Zechs whispered, letting his hands rub over every inch of the other man's body, all the while kissing him as if he feared he'd pull away. "You fit into my arms... like you were made for them, and oh... look at you," he added, letting his head drop back on the headrest and brushing loose strands of hair out of Wufei's face before brushing his fingers over lips and cheeks. "Lovely dark angel... so beautiful."
"Well, Fairy-King," Wufei husked, leaning forward and lightly planting warm sucking kisses on Zechs's throat, "I'll let you take me away with you anytime you want. You can even have your wicked way with me, if you'll let me return the favor..."
"Anything," Zechs whispered, closing his eyes against the waves of pleasure those little suckles were generating, "anything you want... oh, *Wufei*..." His hips were pressing upwards, large hands holding Wufei in place atop him as he rubbed against him.
"That sounds..." Wufei murmured, kissing the hollow of Zechs's throat, tongue lapping out to follow the flaring wing of a collarbone. "Perrrfect...." The last word was almost growled out, dancing audibly in the air between them.
The resonance in that voice made Zechs shiver and he pulled Wufei up to be kissed, deeply and thoroughly. He was panting as the separated, and he held the smaller man back just a bit and stared into his eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes searching Wufei's. "I... I think... I should walk you to your room now. Otherwise... it's going to be very hard to stop."
Wufei nodded, leaning down to kiss Zechs's lips lightly just one more time. It was just as well; he didn't want to do it in a car the first time!
Zechs let him go, waiting for him to move back to the other side of the car and then taking a couple of deep breaths before opening the car door and stepping out. Hurrying over the Wufei's door, he opened it and offered a hand. "All right, you, out of the car," he teased. "Is it humid or have you been fogging up my windows?"
"Um.... must be the humidity," Wufei said with a straight face, climbing out of the car. "I mean, I wouldn't ever be guilty of fogging somebody's windows. Not me." With that, he gave an obvious wink.
Leaning over and catching another kiss, Zechs whispered, "You're cute when you're trying to look innocent. Did you know that?" The he straightened up and rested his hand lightly against the back of Wufei's neck as they headed for the door of the dormitory building.
"Well, you know. Cute is the best way to go when you're dealing with Norse Gods from Minnesoo~oota," Wufei said trying to say it like Zechs did. Mostly, it just came out slow, and funny.
Zechs laughed. "Soo-da," he said, turning around and walking backwards so he could show Wufei the right position of the lips to produce the mildly Scandanavian 'o' sound. He leaned forward, close to Wufei's face and said it again, trying not to laugh. "Soo-da. Purse your lips a little more. *Soo*-da."
Laughing despite himself, Wufei moved his lips in imitation. "Sooo~oooota. Suu... so... sooooooda!"
"Oh, yeah - now *that's* the way..." Zechs murmured, leaning in more and briefly kissing the other man's pursed lips. "We'll have you wanting to go ice fishing before you know it."
A shiver worked its way through Wufei, more from Zechs's kiss than the mention of ice-fishing. "In the freezing cold?" he asked. "On ice? With a hole in it? Sounds... frosty."
"Well, given that it's something you do in the middle of winter in Minnesota... *yes*, it is." Zechs gave him a wink and they approached the door to the building. He reached out and gave Wufei's cheek a soft, quick caress with his fingers. "I can't wait until tomorrow -- even though I know I have to..."
"It seems like forever away," Wufei replied wistfully, stepping up onto the cement steps so that they were almost eye to eye.
"I'll be thinking about you," Zechs said softly, and then leaned in for a kiss, necessarily brief but sweet and sensuous nonetheless. "Dreaming about you..."
"Fighting the urge to run for a cold shower over you," Wufei whispered back sheepishly. "Tomorrow at four."
"Tomorrow," Zechs answered and then turned and walked back to his car.
"Hey, Marquise," Wufei called from the steps, watching him go.
Zechs turned to look at him, a small, puzzled frown on his face at the use of his last name. "Yes, Chang?" he said mildly.
A slow, absolutely lecherous little grin spread over Wufei's lips despite the flush that was suddenly obvious in the light cast from the tiny security bulb over the door. "I'll bring the l..lube," he stuttered, suddenly squirming slightly in almost-embarrassment.
Two platinum eyebrows raised. "Will you, indeed?" Zechs murmured. "Why then *I'll* make sure my edible dusting powder is stocked up..." He returned the lecherous smile and then turned to leave again, looking back over his shoulder once and grinning madly before slipping into his car and driving away.
End of Part 3
