Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Above You ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Two

"I was careful," Wufei retorted into the phone as he moved around the kitchen, making supper. "You'll have to talk to Heero about his choice, though...they'll probably swing by..." he started laughing wickedly.

Duo moved tiredly into the apartment, looking up to Wufei with interest.

"Oh...false alarm, its Duo," he noted, turning back to the stove. "What? No...no, you'll seriously have to talk to him, hold on...Duo?"

Duo nodded curiously.

"Don't run off, I want to run something by you that's been bugging me a few hours now..."

"All right," Duo returned, not horribly curious as to what that was about. He untied his boots and slid them off, sighing slightly before grabbing the deodorizer and zapping the insides. He didn't particularly think his feet stank, but that could just be because he sprayed them down every day.

"No...no...I'd be more worried about...what? What?" Wufei was obviously taken off track by whatever question the person on the other end of the line had. "It's brown...uh..."

Duo could hear Quatre's voice rise to some offense.

"Chocolate!" Wufei protested back. "Chocolate brown! It'll look good with the wood of the closet and stuff...I'm not stupid, Winner."

Duo snickered at that...and was greeted with Wufei's middle finger.

He snickered more and moved around into the bathroom. He was covered with grit and grime. His braid would also be caked with it...that was a normal day for him. Victor had two sites he was working, and there was another apprentice at the other site that actually needed his help and supervision. Victor would spend his morning at the other site, break for lunch, then come over to see what Duo was up to and pretend to check for errors. He generally sat around talking with Duo about the finer details of either job for an hour while Duo directed the workers, then would get a call from the other apprentice and have to regretfully leave. He'd show up to sign off on the day's work and speed Duo along with some form of praise or appreciation to let him know he was appreciated...and Duo would go home to his psycho roommates to see what bullshit they'd gotten into with the two or three hour gap they had before he got off work.

He undid his braid over the tub, not wanting to sweep the floor again, then sighed as the wood and whatever else fluttered to the floor.

It was no good...he was going to have to cut it.

He ran his fingers through his hair again, regretfully, then shook his head to get the stuff out of the top part.

He really had wanted to keep his braid, but the longer he was at the job site the more he was realizing it would be a hazard. He didn't want to keep it down the back of his shirt, that got the crud in the air down his back...and he had no way to secure it up, because it was thick and long.

Maybe Reg had the right of it with her page-boy cut...

He'd run it by the others later.

He stepped into the hot water and took a moment to appreciate the luxury. There'd been far too many days during the war where he'd had to jump into a cold shower and clean himself while trying not to freeze...and he hadn't really showered regularly before that.

He grinned slightly and settled back to wet his hair.

He really didn't want to cut it, but it just wasn't working now. He'd been able to have it throughout the damn wars and now, working on building a house, he had to cut it. That seemed unfair in the larger scheme of things, but he'd gone through the counseling to allow the braid to just be hair again. He'd always promised himself that he wouldn't make excuses when it came time to cut it...didn't mean he had to like it.

The house was quiet when he moved from the bathroom, a towel around his waist and another wrapping the end of his hair.

"Oi," Wufei muttered, turning to flash him a grin. "Taste this..."

There was an expression in his eyes that made Duo doubt his intentions, but he leaned forward and sniffed the spoon he was being offered.

"Oh, just do it," Wufei muttered, grinning slightly. He'd had Duo taste some nasty things before, or some insanely spicy things.

"You're a damn raven," Duo retorted, sniffing again. "I can't trust you..."

Wufei cocked his head to one side at that in a strangely agreeing motion...and undid the tuck of the towel around his waist.

Duo laughed wickedly, realizing he'd opened himself up to that one as he caught the thing, then glowered at the Chinese man.

"Taste it," Wufei ordered with a mischievous grin.

"I don't trust you," Duo retorted, pressing his towel over his waist. There really was no particular reason he was even showing the modesty there. They'd run around the house naked to get coffee. Not everyone was home, though, and that meant that people could walk in...which really meant Duo should probably get to the room.

"Do it," Wufei persisted, grinning even more as he studied Duo's face.

Duo gave in and took the offered spoonful, then stopped thoughtfully. "What is that?"

"Vodka sauce," Wufei explained, indicating a pan behind him. "I'm going to throw some sort of vegetable in it, I think...making noodles...you might want to get beyond the curtain, huh?"

"Huh?" Duo asked, blinking at that...as the door opened.

"I don't know whose all home," Heero was noting. "At least Ian and War..." he trailed off.

Duo turned to the door in alarm...to look at some guy he'd never seen...but the guy had Heero's bruise—a mimic of a hickey—near his collarbone which attested to the reason of his presence.

...and Duo's ass was completely bare.

Wufei started laughing as he watched the kid, whose eyes had traveled Duo's full back and obviously couldn't look away.

"Hey, now," Duo muttered, draping the towel around again. "I don't play with minors."

"I'm nineteen!" the kid protested.

Heero's smirk was wicked.

"Prove it," Duo retorted, wrapping the towel properly and stepping forward.

The kid looked a little huffy, but not all that surprised as he pulled out his wallet and passed over an I.D. card, pointing at the date.

"Cute picture," Duo noted, studying the thing with interest. "You've been nineteen a whole of two weeks," he added, looking up to Heero.

Wufei was laughing his ass off at the counter.

"I looked," Heero retorted. "Don't be annoying...go get some clothes on."

"But he's not a minor," Duo noted, grinning wickedly. "I can play with him."

The kid flushed at that.

"He's played out!" Wufei declared, his amusement still high.

"What are you cackling about?" Trowa demanded, moving in behind the pair and raising an eyebrow at Duo before looking back to the kid.

"Uh, Matty?" Heero muttered, probably remembering his manners. "This is T...Rigel. Rige, this is Matt."

"Hey," Trowa muttered, looking him over skeptically.

"The cackling raven back there is Ian," he added, indicating Wufei. "And my dear naked friend here is Warrick. If you're up to it, feel free to follow him wherever he'll lead you...but considering that nap I woke you up from, you may wanna back out."

Duo gave Heero a heavy-lidded amused look before quirking his eyebrows at the kid.

"Knock it off," Trowa muttered, breaking between them and shoving Duo toward the room. "Get dressed, idiot."

Heero and Duo gave him a skeptical look, but the moment of opportunity passed, and Duo shrugged, turning to head toward the bedroom part.

"What are you cackling at?" Trowa repeated to Wufei.

"I dropped War's towel," Wufei explained why Heero and Matt had been greeted with the other's ass on entering. "I thought he'd take my word for it and get into the bedroom, but he didn't...so little one there got an eyeful."

"I really don't like being treated like a child," Matt muttered, looking down in embarrassment.

"Then don't act like one," Wufei retorted. "Tell me I'm an ass and hold your own." He pointed at the bruise. "You got Max's tramp-stamp of approval, means you'll come around again...I'm told I'm obnoxious."

"You are," Heero agreed darkly. He'd had a friend before that highly approved of the bruise being called a tramp-stamp, and for some reason Wufei never bothered to explain, he persisted in referring to the bruise as such every time he saw it. More than one of Heero's goes had been cut quite short by the term alone.

"He's got the vodka out," Trowa noted, picking up the bottle to show Heero. "Want me to brain him?"

"I made sauce," Wufei retorted, snatching the bottle back and sniff it at it as it caught his attention. He'd dealt with his alcohol problem...and even besides that, it was going on eight. It wasn't too early to have a sipper.

Duo moved from the room in a pair of jeans that never failed to turn Heero's head. Actually, it was usually their cue that the American was going to get laid, because even though he ignored the open interest Heero still had in his body, he knew he was dressed good when he got a response.

Matt shifted back against Heero, though his eyes were moving over Duo's sculpted chest and well-muscled abdomen.

"Stay for supper?" Wufei offered, grinning as he looked Duo over in amusement. He had absolutely no interest in pursuing any male, but he and Heero had talked enough that he was able to pick out what things on the male form could draw another man's eye. He was more toward the jealous side of the look-over, though his and Duo's bodies weren't that different, and he could totally kick the other's ass...Trowa, on the other hand, seemed almost nervous.

Wufei indicated that with his eyes to Heero before flicking the water on.

"If it's not an imposition," Matt returned to Wufei's offer, looking down.

"How was your day?" Heero asked Duo with interest as Duo pulled his shirt down over his head.

"Not bad...pretty normal...you got your shit packed?"

The smile that flitted across Heero's face was naughty before he shrugged. "Not yet, no...working on it."

Wufei coughed over the shot he'd poured himself, focusing entirely on the clear liquid that had spilled over his hand.

...

"We're leaving in a day," Duo noted almost skeptically as he looked to Wufei. "You might want to get on it."

"Leaving?" Matt asked, turning into Heero's arms.

"We're going to the colonies," Heero explained easily, willingly. His own personal form of eagerness...evidently he liked the kid.

"What's that about?" Duo muttered in Swedish.

"Your phrasing," Wufei retorted, then switched back to English. "You just got off work, didn't you?"

The kid almost blushed as he looked back to Wufei. "We were texting...he picked me up when I got off."

"Eager, much?" Wufei asked sweetly in Swedish.

"I don't understand you," Heero returned, his expression creasing a moment.

"What language was that?" Matt added, looking between them curiously.

"Swedish," Duo returned happily.

"Can you speak Japanese?" the kid muttered to him.

"Who can't?" Trowa returned in amusement. "Or don't you know?"

"I know it," Matt returned, grinning slightly at Wufei.

Wufei grinned back. He didn't mind being made an ass of. It was usually funnier that way. If he'd done something to get called out on he preferred it to be dropped on him. He spent half his days trying to make the people around him laugh.

"We were...uh...discussing," Heero noted, indicating Wufei with his head.

"Discussing?" Trowa asked darkly.

"What were you saying about submissive?" Max asked in a form of dark amusement that wasn't nearly so naïve as he'd been coming off.

"I call'em as I see'em," Heero retorted happily. "I'm not right all the time."

"Eh?" Wufei asked, intrigued again.

"We got to the hotel room," Heero started to explain.

"Max!" Matt protested, throwing himself against Heero again in a way that caught his friend's attention. It was obvious he didn't want his antics covered, even though that bruise suggested how successful they'd been in entertaining Heero.

Not that he'd know that.

Wufei took pity on the kid and moved back to the fridge to pull out the vegetables. He'd set the water to boil already...and forgot his shot.

Actually, that was probably a good thing.

Trowa shifted mildly uncomfortably, and Wufei turned his head to see why.

Matt had his mouth up to Heero's ear, licking or biting it, considering how very still Heero had become...

Wufei cleared his throat.

"Uh...yeah," Heero broke away from his friend in amusement. "Yeah...what are you, uh," he cleared his throat. "What'ya makin', Fei?"

"Fei?" Matt repeated.

"Ian's an assumed name," Wufei explained promptly. "You'll have to come around more than once before you get the real ones."

"That's mysterious," Matt returned, interested instead of offended. It was kinda like he hadn't more than touched his bruise when Wufei'd called it the stamp.

"You might make it around here, kid," Duo mused, sitting at the bar, which Matt had leaned against. "Try and stick around a little."

"You're leaving," Matt retorted, looking back to him. "How can I stick around if you're leaving?"

"You said you were leaving, too," Heero retorted, sitting on the third of the four stools.

"You hadn't told me you were," he retorted.

"We did, too," Wufei countered. "Remember? We have to go sign the insurance shit tomorrow?"

The kid blinked, and it was obvious to Wufei that he normally kept his work and private lives separate. He may have spaced off where Heero had actually come from.

"We're heading to L-1 in a day," Heero noted, willing to talk as far as the kid was concerned—but eager to keep as far as his friends were. "We're going to colony hop."

"You've been before? Or is it a vacation?"

"We were all born and raised in the different colonies," Wufei explained. "We all...uh...moved...down here six or seven years ago."

Trowa snorted, but disappeared into the back room.

Matt nodded.

"You notice that?" Duo asked Wufei in a quiet tone, not moving his mouth as he indicated Trowa.

Wufei nodded.

"What?" Matt muttered.

Heero shook his head, grabbing the kid's hand. "Shh."

"You think he meant it this morning?" Wufei returned without quite moving his mouth either. They'd all made studies of their friends, and had figured out how loud or quiet they could be for each.

"Not consciously," Duo purred, then smirked at Matt. "Like my ass?"

Matt blinked at him, obviously at a loss.

"You got a full view of it," Heero noted in amusement. "We all saw you looking."

Matt blushed hard, turning to burry his face in Heero's chest.

Heero sniggered slightly and looked to Wufei, then nodded his head once.

Wufei tilted his head in question. They'd all gotten that he approved of his new little toy...just not why. Or at least...why Heero would be so eagerly keeping him about the house, or have taken him there to begin with.

Heero stretched his neck, which signified that he'd been sated, then grinned at Wufei.

The grin meant something, but Wufei didn't know what. ...though, actually, with what Heero'd said...he'd said Matt was submissive and not confident in the store...and had noted the lie there. He'd been about to explain himself when Matt had freaked out. Matt wasn't really all that self-confident.

A slow smirk started across his face as he raised his eyes again.

Heero's wicked grin confirmed his assumption.

"Shit!" he muttered, starting to laugh...and turned at the same time back to the food he was supposed to be making.

"What?" Matt asked blankly.

"I didn't add the salt to the water," Wufei explained, nonplussed by the lie. Actually, it was the truth, too. He pulled down the salt and measured a good amount into his palm...and spilled it into the water.

"You gonna tell me?" Duo asked in Swedish.

"At the store, he noted that he was submissive and had no confidence," Wufei agreed in kind.

Duo considered that a moment, then looked briefly back to the male cuddling into Heero's chest. A slow smirk crossed his face as well, and he met Heero's eyes.

Heero grinned back, either proud or just...proud.

"None of that, little one," Duo chided when Matt's mouth moved treacherously close to Heero's ear. As he said it, he looped an arm around the guy's waist and pulled him easily away from the counter.

It left Matt staring at him with huge eyes.

"You're so annoying, War," Heero muttered, extending his hand to the guy. "Don't mind him, he's just jealous because he hasn't gotten laid in like...a month," he met Duo's eyes pointedly.

"About how long do you honestly think it'd take me to remedy that?" Duo returned smoothly. A challenge.

Heero receded, considering his eyes before looking away.

Really, now?

Wufei looked between them a moment, then started to pour the pasta into the water.

"Hey, guys," Quatre greeted as he moved through the door, then stopped to look at Matt. "Hi."

Matt smiled back, something in him instantly liking the other man. "Hi."

"Who're you?" Quatre returned, toeing his shiny shoes of as he pulled off his jacket.

"Matty," the guy returned easily. "You?"

"I'm called Jason," he explained. "Jason Wire." He moved across the room and offered his hand.

Matt shook it, then tilted his head at Quatre. "You're called? Wire isn't that good a made up last name."

"I was beyond tired, kid," Quatre retorted, tousling his hair as he noticed the bruise. He reached over and pushed the guy's shirt down curiously, then looked at him in confusion.

That got a slight smile, the same abashed sort of acceptance of attention as he indicated Heero with his head. "Ian called it his tramp stamp."

Quatre lowered his hand, fighting his urge to blush as he realized why the boy was actually leaning, quite comfortably, against Heero's groin. "Ah..."

Heero's amused smirk was gone almost instantly as Wufei happily went back to his cooking.

"Yeah...he got a good look at my ass, too," Duo noted, giving Wufei a look that almost qualified as dirty.

"Why are you back so late, anyway?" Wufei asked serenely, nonplussed. Quatre was trying to save-face in front of the newcomer, and the others were trying to make him lose it.

"Anali got back from her vacation," Quatre returned in a mock happy tone. "That meant that everything they'd needed her to sign off on was signed, and they were able to get it all back to me. I know how bad it sucks to wait for someone to come back and finish their job, so I did my whole inbox," he sighed, loosening his tie. "I'm gonna change...is that almost done, F...Ian?"

"Fian?" Matt asked in amusement.

Wufei flashed him a brief grin, then nodded at Quatre.

"Good," Quatre muttered, turning away. "I'm starving."

Heero ran his hands distractedly through his hair, looking around a moment before sighing and meeting Wufei's eyes.

"Huh?"

"I need to do my forms," he explained. "I'm sure he'll get bored of it before I'm done...and I want to do them before I eat. You game to play host for me a bit?"

"Sure," Wufei reassured him.

"What?" Matt asked curiously as Heero stood again.

"Come on, I'll tell you about it," Heero returned, starting away. He was talking quietly, and evidently his words were hypnotizing or something, because Matt seemed to forget the rest of the world existed by the time they got to the end of the stairs.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Duo asked with a grin after the pair, looking back curiously to Wufei.

Wufei considered the others in the apartment a moment, then nodded his head vaguely at Duo's person. "What did you do?"

"At work?" Duo asked blankly.

"No, to Heero," Wufei returned, focusing back on the vegetables.

"What did I do to Heero?" Duo echoed, perplexed. "When?"

"When you two were screwing each other," Wufei returned easily, glancing at his comrade.

Duo was staring at him.

"If you ask me how I know about that I'm going to smack you," Wufei added, giving him a look and picking up the shot glass he'd left on the counter, setting it on the slightly higher counter that made up the bar, in front of the braided pilot.

"Um..."

"He's told me about several interesting exploits of rooms and things you two really shouldn't have been in," Wufei noted somewhat pointedly. "Meaning he's told me just about everything, so don't even bother being embarrassed or trying to hide it."

"I've never been embarrassed or tried to hide it," Duo retorted, mildly offended by that. "I don't get what the hell you're asking me, if he's told you everything."

"Ah, but his memories on instances," Wufei glanced at Duo's mouth with interest. "Only go so far."

That mouth curved into an amused smirk before he downed the shot.

"You can't tell me you don't notice," Wufei added, pulling a noodle out with his spoon to test how far along it was. "Mouths distract him totally."

"I'm good at what I do," Duo retorted, highly amused by that. "When I decide the benefit is beyond the risk, and when my putting out an effort is worth it in the end...I'm damn good at what I do."

"And that's what I'm asking," Wufei retorted, deciding they were edible and flicking off the stovetop. "What do you do?" he met his friend's eyes a moment, then turned to dig out the colander he should have grabbed in the first place.

"It's not something I can't exactly...explain...with my mouth," Duo seemed highly amused by his phrasing. "I'd have to...show you."

Wufei stopped, wondering if it was a good or a bad thing that this point of the conversation had been his aim.

He really needed a drink if he was talking another guy into going down on him when there was nothing holding him to the apartment. ...but Heero's distraction had always interested him, and seeing that his own very slight tonguing had caught his friend's attention just made him curious to know what could have been so good that it'd be that distracting.

Duo tilted his head curiously.

"Uh..." Wufei hesitated, then poured the noodles into the colander.

Duo smirked and looked around. "We might find something amusing to do on this little vacation we're taking here, Fei. Something mutually distracting."

Mutually distracting? Wufei met his eyes.

"It's an exchange, you know?" Duo purred, his eyes languidly wicked in a way that Wufei found oddly interesting...disturbingly interesting was more like it. He hesitated over the noodles, not wanting to agree to this proposed offer, then glanced to the side where Quatre and Trowa were coming from the bedroom.

"Ooh, it's done?" Quatre asked eagerly, bouncing around Trowa to sit beside Duo, then glance between them. "What? What were you two doing?"

Duo shrugged urbanely. "Just talking...Wufei thinks he's got balls, but when you get down to it, all he's got is cock."

Wufei sniggered at that as Quatre gave him an interested look. That was a good one, he was going to remember it and use it on some unsuspecting pain in his ass...

That thought wasn't exactly comforting after what he assumed Duo had been suggesting.

He grinned more.

Quatre gave him the sort of look that read as 'you're such a weird-ass', and looked around to Trowa, who was also looking around.

"Here," Wufei added, scooping sauce over the noodles he'd just put on a plate. "Duo's been here longest so he gets first go...isn't your show on tonight?" he added, meeting Duo's eyes.

Duo looked intrigued as he nodded his agreement, then slid off the stool. "I'm gonna eat and go out, though," he noted. "Quatre's got a show on tonight, too."

Wufei nodded his agreement to that as he scooped vegetables into Trowa's plate.

"Thanks," Trowa muttered, smiling slightly at him, then turning to follow Duo, starting to talk quietly.

"Spill," Quatre ordered quietly, leaning against the counter.

"I asked Duo a question and his answer wasn't negative...but not the form I thought it'd come in...I wonder if I could just pay him off."

"Wufei," Quatre chided sharply, though still quietly.

Wufei snickered and met the guy's eyes before shaking his head. "I didn't mean with money, I doubt I'd have enough to make him turn away from whatever notion he just took in his head anyway...actually, I'm stuck with it if I want it."

"What is it?" Quatre asked dryly.

"BJ," Wufei met his eyes curiously. He knew this was going to embarrass the guy, but it always helped Quatre when he was calm and not teasing with it.

Quatre's eyes widened, his cheeks flared, then he focused again and the reddening eased up. It took a few moment, but it did finally pass. "Why...do you want...Duo...to do that?"

Wufei considered the question, then the movements from the tatami mat above is head. "Heero's told me a lot of shit, you know?" he asked, looking back to Quatre. "And one thing he said is that he," he pointed at Duo, who seemed to be telling Trowa about his day, "has the mouth of a fucking god...and I mean a fucking god," Wufei noted in amusement.

Quatre colored, stayed quiet, calmed, then looked around again before looking back to Wufei. "He does notice mouths a lot," Quatre muttered, looking down, as if embarrassed he'd noticed this fact and embarrassed that he knew where it came from.

"So it made me curious," Wufei concluded, passing Quatre a plate. "I can't seem to care more than that about it, though there's probably some underlying deep dark psychological reason about that. Mike is going to have a hay-day with it."

"You'll tell him?" Quatre asked blankly.

Wufei wondered blandly if it was a bad thing that his roommates knew his psychologist by first name. He grinned slightly at his friend and shook his head. "It'll come out eventually...I can't control my tongue unless it's in something."

Quatre choked and colored at that...which made Wufei laugh happily, then look over his shoulder at Matt, who was watching Duo and Trowa as he reached the end of the stairs. He looked around briefly, then turned and headed toward Wufei, looking to Quatre's plate curiously.

"Here," Wufei returned, passing him the plate he'd been making for himself. "Enjoy," he did the thing where he kissed his fingers, then turned to dig out a couple more plates.

"Thanks," Matt muttered, looking sidelong at Quatre again with a slight smile. "I'm tired...I'm gonna eat and try to nap or head home."

Wufei smirked very slightly.

He really doubted the "head home" option was going to take effect...not until they headed for the colonies.