16 Jun 2000
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
WARNINGS: heavy shonen-ai (kissing); angst; some sap (my fault, not Tzi's); serious flirtation
Pairing: 6x5/5x6 (Implied 13x6, 13x5)
At 9:00 the next morning, Zechs was up and drinking coffee, waiting for his companion to wake up, but waiting in vain. At 9:30 he went into the bedroom and pulled the blanket down, exposing a soft tangle of black hair, and not much else. "Surely there's a boy in there somewhere..." he said, poking gently at the silky mass.
A giggle betrayed Wufei, a sound that shocked him as much as Zechs as he peered with sleep-heavy eyes over the edge of the blanket. "Good morning."
/I think it must be a changeling. He couldn't have actually made a sound like that... Best be cautious./ Zechs took a sip of coffee and lifted one golden eyebrow at the rather adorably mussed face. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be in the garage, behind the house. The car desperately needs work."
"Need help?" Wufei asked, rapidly becoming more awake. He was reasonably good with most motor vehicles -- part of training to pilot a Gundam was mechanics - and he was sure Marquise was as well but it didn't hurt to ask!
"Sure - but not before you eat some breakfast. I'll get started and you can come out when you're ready." He moved gracefully to the door and then turned for a moment. "Dress to get dirty - and don't forget to wash your breakfast dishes." With a quick wink to the boy still in bed, he was gone.
Wufei watched him go with an expression on his face that was not quite awed -- but very close. "Huh."
He stretched before he untangled himself from the blankets, wandering into the bathroom to begin his morning. When he was done bathing, he came back out and slid into a pair of jeans that Zechs had bought him a couple of weeks before and that he hadn't worn yet at all, adding one of the t-shirts that he'd been sleeping in at first. After that, breakfast was a quick matter of grabbing one of the muffins Zechs had made (he didn't bother with a plate and therefore didn't have to bother with washing anything) and putting on his shoes to wander out to where Zechs was working in the morning sunlight.
The tall blond stood in front of the car, comparing a part he held in his hand to the picture of one in a book. He looked up at the sound of Wufei's footsteps. "Ah, just in time - I've got a part that I can't identify. It looks like three of the pictures and I can't get the damned thing narrowed down to just one. Perhaps you could tell?"
Moving closer, Wufei felt his thigh brush Zechs's even as he leaned over and squinted carefully at the part and then the book. He took his time looking at it, frowning and getting closer and closer until his nose was practically pressed to the book. Finally, he spoke up. "That one. I think. I don't know *why* they make the damned diagrams so tiny!"
Zechs felt a flash of desire go through him at the subtle contact, but hid it well by focusing on the part he held. /Damn! I'd better keep a respectible distance from him or both of us are going to be in trouble.../
He walked over to the car. The hood was up and he peered down into the engine, looking for the part this one would replace. "Aha - there it is." He got out a small pair of pliers from the toolbox at his feet to begin the process of removing the offending part. "Hold this, please?" Tossing the part deftly to Wufei, he leaned over the engine and began to work. "Perhaps," he said, head down, "you can get those other parts out." He waved with his foot to seven small boxes on the ground. The first one on the left needs to go on just beyond the fuel line, if you want to get started with it."
"Ryoukai." It didn't take long to set the part down and get the others out, settling himself in under the hood, screwdriver in hand. For some time, they worked in semi-silence, broken only by the occasional grunt or curse, and finally Wufei broke it.
"Have you ever noticed that they put everything in upside down and backwards to make it even MORE difficult?"
"There's a reason for that, you know," Zechs mused. "Automobile manufacturers are incompetants," he said, straightening up. "They should get all the out-of-work mobile suit engineers to design cars; at least *they* knew what they were doing." Frowning down at the engine, Zechs gave a frustrated huff and wiped a film of sweat from his brow. "There's nothing for it - I'm going to have to get at that clamp from underneath." He disappeared into the small garage and came out with a wheeled board. In a minute, he was lying on it under the car with a large wrench, hidden from the waist up.
That left a rather large amount of long legs sprawled out on either side and Wufei couldn't help looking at them appreciatively before he sighed, flicked his ponytail off the back of his neck and went back to work, palming a wrench as he worked on getting past the fuel line running to the carburetor so that he could work in the part where it belonged.
"You wouldn't think," Zechs grunted from beneath the car, "that jut trying to increase the performance a little - uhnnn! - would be this - grrr -difficult!" There was a paused in the grunting and growling and then the exposed feet did a small, happy dance against the concrete. Seconds later,>a slightly greasy, very sweaty Zechs rolled out from under the car, holding the recalcitrant clamp and beaming. "Got you, you little bastard!" he said in an evil but happy voice.
The grin that was almost ready to break Wufei's face was hard to keep off so he allowed himself to smile. "Enjoyed that, did you?" he murmured, an eyebrow raising.
He looked up at Wufei, a breathtaking sight, deliciously sweaty, his cheeks flushed. /Oh, what the hell - I'm rusty. I need to practice my flirting.../
"Yes," Zechs replied in a low, purring voice, a sensual, suggestive look on his face. "Yes I did rather like that." Azure eyes roamed over Wufei's body slowly, then back up to his face. "It was very, *very*... *satisfying*." The last word had just a hint of breathiness to it, and he smiled faintly at the dark-haired boy before standing and picking up the next part in the line.
Wufei's jaw fell slightly, eyes wide in his face, breath suspended for a moment before he managed to even consider an answer. ".....ahhh....." /I sound like an idiot./
The blond had his back to Wufei, but he could tell by the sound of the boy's voice that he'd hit the mark. He smiled to himself. /Let's just see if he's interested in playing the same game.../ "It's really gotten hot," Zechs murmured. Indeed his t-shirt had been sticking to him since he'd been under the car and now he peeled it off gracefully and flung it further down the drive. Turning to Wufei, the part in his hand, he smiled softly. "There - that's better..."
The dazed expression was still on Wufei's face for a moment as he looked at that deliciously muscled chest and belly as if he'd never seen such a thing, amazed. "It is sort of hot," he murmured, clutching a wrench in his hand and pulling his own t-shirt up to swipe at the sweat on his face, biting his lip as he did so. To strip or NOT to strip....?
Up and over his head it came to be laid on the edge of the car so that he could use it to wipe himself off occasionally, as casually as he could manage it.
/Lovely... so smooth... just a brush of my fingertips over those nipples.../Zechs realized he'd been staring and smiled softly. "Now, where was I? Oh yes - this part..." he reluctantly took his eyes off of Wufei and leaned over the engine again, fitting the replacement part neatly into the space he'd made. Picking up a screwdriver and a new clamp out of a nearby box, he worked the clamp over the part and tried to tighten it with the screwdriver, but every time he let go of the clamp, it came loose. It was obviously a two-person job. "Wufei? I need an extra pair of hands - care to help?"
"Sure," came the reply as Wufei moved closer, arm brushing arm and sending electric tingles down his spine and straight between his legs. "Want me to... hold it?"
Zechs smiled to himself. It was just too perfect. "I'll hold it," he said casually, handing the screwdriver to Wufei. "You do the screwing."
It was hard, keeping his mouth from opening outright, but he did it and he was proud of himself for it. "Yeah," he whispered huskily. "I'll do the screwing."
It was very close quarters, having to both look down into where the clamp was resting. There arms were pressed together and the warmth of Wufei's skin was making Zechs a little lightheaded. That - and smell of his hair, so close... The force of the screwdriver was making the blond's hand slip, so he shifted a little and found better purchase, which had the effect of causing his hair to escape from its usual neat tuck and spill over Wufei's shoulder. /Damn but it's hot under here... and these briefs are becoming uncomfortably tight.../ He panted slightly with the effort of holding the clamp in place. "I believe you've almost got it screwed."
With a grunt, Wufei turned the screwdriver several more times and pulled away... but not away from Zechs. "I think that's got it. Try it now." The smell and feel of the blond, their sweat mingling, the sexual innuendo that he couldn't really believe he was hearing, all of those things were leaving him a bit more weak-kneed than he really needed to be, considering they were working with tools.
Reluctantly, Zechs stood up and walked to the door of the car, slinging himself into the driver's seat and turning on the engine. It purred to life, beginning to growl powerfully as he revved it. "Yes!" The word was>pure exhultation, as the blond man leaned back against the headrest. "Zero to eighty, just like that." Shutting it off, he climbed out and put the hood down. "*Now* it won't be sluggish. Thank you for helping." A quick smile in Wufei's direction came from under long bangs. "I feel a serious need to drive coming on - shall we wash up and then take it out to see how well we've done?"
"Sure," Wufei agreed, lost in thoughts of water sluicing across all of that delicious golden flesh for a moment. /My GOD, Wufei, can't you stop thinking about sex for more than ten seconds!?/ "Sounds good. It's always nice to see what you've accomplished."
"So it is," Zechs mused as he led the way back into the house. "Mind if I shower first?" he said, already heading into the bedroom.
"No," came the slightly hoarse answer. "I don't mind at all." /It'll give me time to get some kind of control over myself!/
Soon hot water was streaming down Zechs' back and he was reveling in it, as he always did. He leaned foward, legs apart, bracing himself with his hands against the back of the shower to let the steamy spray flow *all* the way down. /Mmmmn... feels *so* good... makes me want sex, curse it.../ Such a lovely feeling, the heat of the water flowing over him, and he rested his cheek against the shower wall for a moment, desire making him weak. /oh, damn, it's been so long.../ His shaft ached, and he wanted nothing more than to stroke it and give himself some relief, but it didn't seem right -not with Wufei outside. So he groaned softly, turned around, and grabbed the soap.
Meanwhile, the young man in question was waiting impatiently in the living room. As hard as he was, as much as he was going absolutely crazy with want, he didn't dare to pick up his book and distract himself. He knew full well that if he did, he'd embarrass himself completely and so he bit his lip and concentrated very hard on *not* thinking about sex as hard as he could.
It didn't do much good, for he could hear the shower running only a room or so away and he sighed slightly. /I will not think about sex with Zechs Marquise. I will *not* think about sex with Zechs Marquise!/
Not that his little mantra helped any because that was all he *could* think about right up until the moment the running water finally shut off and the sounds of Zechs moving about in the bathroom came to his ears.
/I will NOT think about sex with Zechs Marquise! I will NOT be so weak!/
After a few moments, Zechs appeared at the door of the bedroom, hair dripping, but, as always, neatly tucked behind his ears, and a small towel wrapped around his hips. "It's all yours," he said, voice somewhat languid from the warm shower. /You have a filthy mind, Zechs. Stop staring at him and for God's sake put some *clothes* on!/ A faint smile across his lips and he turned back into the room.
/Oh, hell,/ Wufei thought, barely holding back a whimper as he stood and headed for the bedroom and the shower through there. /I've died and gone to heaven. Or hell. Either way, I'm not sure I can stand another five minutes without jumping Zechs's bones and then I *will* be embarrassed!/
Zechs was standing in front of the mirror, using a small dryer on his hair. Years in the military had gotten him over being shy when he was scantly-clad in the company of other men, but given the stiff erection he had at the moment, he could only thank God that the mirror was a fairly small one and the he was facing away from the boy walking into the room. He closed his eyes and tried with everything he had to concentrate only on the deliciously warm air and the way his drying hair felt as it blew across his skin. /Get a hold of yourself, Zechs - he's not a lover. He *can't* be a lover... Damn! I want him!/
Wufei showered quickly and then was out, wet-headed and shivering... And they were out of towels. "Shit," he cursed, not even trying to be delicate about it. How on earth could he face Zechs with the hard-on he had!?
Finally deciding on a course of action, he poked his head around the door. "Zechs?" he called. "Zechs!"
The tall blond had managed to calm down enough to fit into a clean pair of jeans but still held a deep red t-shirt in his hands as he walked over to the bathroom door. Wufei seemed to be hiding behind the door, just his head sticking out. Zechs put his head to one side, unconsciously mirroring the boy. "Yes?"
"We're out of towels," Wufei murmured, trying not to be *too* obvious as his gaze lingered over that chest, those deliciously muscled arms.
His knees were weak.
"Ah, well - let me get some for you, then. Zechs walked over to the tiny built-in linen closet across the room and reached up to the top shelf, grabbing a couple of soft, white towels and returning with them to Wufei. The smell of soap and boy was powerfully intoxicating and he had to stifle a soft, hungry sound at the back of his throat as the watched the caramel skin on Wufei's outstretched arm. Before he could think to stop himself, his reached out and lightly caught that limb, bending over it to press a light kiss to the inside of the elbow. A quick look into eyes, dark as night, and he smiled softly. "I'll be waiting outside." Then he ducked his head, and left the room.
That kiss left him still, dumbfounded and absolutely *throbbing* with want! Carefully, he shut the bathroom door and melted back against the wall with a low whimper. "I'm in hell. I know it's hell because Zechs Marquise couldn't possibly want me, even if he just kissed my elbow, even if Treize..." Ah, the thought of Treize left him sighing heavily and did SOME good for his erection. It stopped hurting quite so much as he began to dry off, the towel moving quickly down sides and limbs. Looking in the mirror as he towel-dried his hair, he glared at himself. "YOU don't deserve to be happy. You DON'T deserve for him to kiss your elbow and you certainly don't deserve any relief, so get over yourself!"
That said, he moved out quickly, searching for and finding white briefs, his tanktop and white pants, the dingy over-shirt. /And just you remember what you said,/ he told himself firmly as he headed out to the car. /Just you REMEMBER that./
End of Part 10
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