Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Cowboy ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. I just borrow the guys from time to time and return them a whole lot happier. I don't own the song 'Rodeo' either. It belongs to Garth Brooks and as such all rights remain his. This fic is based loosely on the lyrics. Written for pleasure not profit.

Pairing: 2x1x2, past 1xR (sorry!) 3x4

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sap, yaoi, Lemons, Lime, AU

Summary: Heero is a rodeo rider, the best on the circuit and looks set to remain there until an up and coming young cowboy appears on the scene.

AN: This fic is based loosely on the lyrics of 'Rodeo' by Garth Brooks - although it is not a song fic.

Dedication: To my lovely beta; Sakura for giving me the plot bunny and for all her hard work in editing my stuff. (No easy feat!) Thanks hun! You're the best!

“Cowboy”

October 2010 ShenLong

Chapter 17

[Itfs boots and chapsItfs cowboys hatsItfs spurs and latigo
Rodeo ? Garth Brooks]  


Heero had begun to drift off to sleep, the long drive to Duo’s, the past couple of weeks tension over Relena and now his body and mind happy and sated, it all began to take its toll.

“Heero? I don’t think falling asleep out here is a good idea,” Duo whispered. “The mosquitoes will eat you alive.”
Grunting softly, Heero snuggled a little closer. “I really don’t want to move,” he replied.

“I gathered that,” Duo chuckled. “Come on, we should be getting inside and figuring out our plans for tomorrow.”

With another grunt, Heero forced his eyes open and persuaded his limbs to move. With Duo partially supporting him, Heero managed to make his way back inside and flopped on the lounge.

Duo immediately wrapped his arms around the other cowboy and held him close. “Mmm, I could hold you like this forever,” Duo murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Heero's head.

“I could let you too,” whispered Heero and snuggled closer.

“Thought about which rig you’d like to travel to the rodeo in? Or would you prefer it if we went in separate ones?” Duo asked, still pressing soft kisses to Heero’s crown.

“I’d like to go together,” Heero replied. “Don’t mind which rig we take.”
“We’ll take mine then, you’ve already driven miles to get here so it’s only fair we use my gas to get us to the rodeo.”

“Okay.”

The silence began to stretch once more, although it was a comfortable one. Heero was starting to drift off again when Duo shifted.

“Come on, bed time,” he stated. “Decided which room you want to sleep in yet?” Duo held his breath in hope.

“I’d like to sleep with you, if that’s okay?” Heero said softly. He wasn’t too sure exactly what he was asking for, but he trusted Duo when he'd said he wouldn't do anything.

“That would be more than okay,” replied Duo, his voice husky. “I promise not to molest you during the night either,” he added with a cheeky grin.   

Heero didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed by that comment.

“Come on, sleepyhead, best we make a move now or I’ll be nodding off here too.”

Once more Heero found himself being partially supported by Duo as the pair made their way to Duo’s room. Once inside, Duo left Heero sitting on the bed and went to fetch the other cowboy’s things from the guest bedroom where they had put them earlier.

“Um, I’ll just go and lock everywhere up whilst you get changed for bed,” Duo said, a soft blush coloring his cheeks.

“Thanks,” replied Heero as the heat rose to his own face. With Duo gone for the moment, Heero managed to summon up enough energy to fetch his sleep shorts and disappeared into the bathroom to take care of necessities and change. He’d just finished brushing his teeth when Duo returned.

With Heero leaving the bathroom free, Duo dove inside and completed his own ablutions, pulling a pair of sleep shorts on and a loose tank top. He usually slept in the nude, but with Heero sharing his bed he figured it might be a bit too much for the other cowboy. Better to play things safe.

Exiting the bathroom, Duo spotted Heero already under the covers and he smiled to himself. He could see the slight tension in Heero by the way the bedclothes were pulled up. Turning off the light, Duo slipped into the bed and debated cuddling up to Heero. Heero however, solved that problem for him by rolling over and cautiously draping an arm over Duo’s waist and resting his head on Duo’s shoulder.

“Is this okay?” Heero asked, the hesitancy clear in his voice.

“More than okay,” Duo murmured and wrapped his own arms around Heero, pulling him closer. “Goodnight, Heero.”

“What? No goodnight kiss?” Heero teased.

“Wasn’t sure if you wanted one,” came Duo’s honest reply.

“Always.”
“Then I’d better not disappoint.” Duo rolled them both over and looked into Heero’s eyes that glittered in the moonlight. Lowering his head, he captured Heero’s lips in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened. A tongue traced over Heero’s bottom lip and he opened his mouth a touch. Duo’s tongue dived inside and began a series of soft caresses; touches that made Heero moan. Pulling away and staring into glazed blue, Duo chuckled softly.

“Goodnight, Heero,” he whispered.

“Mmm,” Heero replied, unable to form any proper words right now.

Eyes drifted shut and the pair slowly fell asleep, the moonlight peeking in through the small break in the curtains guarding them both through the night.

* * *

The sounds of the birds heralding the dawn awoke Heero the following morning. As his mind began to surface from the deep sleep he’d been enjoying he became aware of several things. His conscience reminded him that this wasn’t his bed, the warmth he was currently enjoying was courtesy of Duo who was wrapped around him – a still asleep Duo who looked pretty cute with his hair askew and his face so innocent whilst he slumbered.

Heero took the rare moment to stare at the other cowboy and study him in greater detail. Duo’s skin was lightly tanned, a testament to the hours worked outside in the sun. Whilst the skin was tanned it also looked soft and smooth, just the hint of laugh lines around Duo’s eyes, which made perfect sense as the other cowboy always seemed to be smiling. Long eyelashes lay caressing high cheekbones, their darker color standing out against the smooth skin. There was a slight crookedness to Duo’s nose hinting that maybe at some stage it might have been broken. Full, plump lips waited below that nose, lips that Heero knew tasted as good as they looked. A shadowing lay across the jaw, the fine stubble peeking through otherwise flawless skin and offering the undeniable truth that Duo was a male.

Not that Heero needed any reminding of that. The position they were currently in, Duo’s body wrapped around Heero’s and something hard pressing against Heero’s thigh, were indication enough that Duo was indeed, male. And a very nicely proportioned male if that hardness was anything to go by.

Heero really had no clue having never been with a man before and whilst it still scared him to a point, he was also curious. He’d enjoyed Duo’s touches last night and shivered as his memory swamped him with images of what Duo had done. The other cowboy’s touches had been welcomed and Heero had been quite stunned to discover that another man’s hands upon his flesh could feel so much better than a woman’s – or his own.

Idly he wondered if he would ever be able to touch Duo like that, or rather, did he want to? Did Duo want him to? The other man hadn’t said anything about Heero reciprocating, which probably had been just as well as at the time Heero was lucky to remember his own name, let alone move. What would it feel like to hold another man in his hand like that? To stroke the firm flesh? Would he be able to do it properly, satisfy his partner?

All this thinking was raising a new problem.

Heero was getting hard himself.

Shifting slightly so as not to embarrass himself, Heero managed to work his hips away from Duo's leg and froze as he felt Duo beginning to wake up.

Duo began to surface from a very pleasant dream, one which involved a blue eyed cowboy, some whipped cream and a large tube of lube. He moaned softly, his groin tingling with the images still in his head and his hips ground against the resistance they found.

He stilled suddenly.

Since when had resistance come in the form of a hard thigh?

Shit! Duo carefully cracked open an eye - and quickly closed it again. Double shit! “Ah, morning, Heero,” he managed to squeak out and subtly moved his pelvis away from the other cowboy. 'And I promised not to molest him,' he thought to himself.

Having had Duo's hips grinding briefly against him and then stopping suddenly, followed by Duo's slightly higher pitched voice told Heero the other cowboy was embarrassed by his actions. Whilst Heero hadn’t minded the attentions in the least, he thought better of mentioning that fact and possibly embarrassing Duo further.

“Morning, Duo,” Heero returned with a soft smile.

“Did you sleep okay? I didn’t hog the blankets or snore?”

“No, you were a perfect gentleman,” Heero teased. “And I slept like a baby.” Deciding to go with his emotions, Heero leaned in close and placed a peck to Duo’s lips.

“Uh, good,” Duo replied and moaned softly. The kiss was all too brief so Duo decided to rectify that, morning breath and all. He tilted his head and swept in for his own kiss, a slightly deeper one that left them both a little flushed.

“If you want first dibs on the shower, I’ll go put the coffee pot on and see what I’ve got in the ‘fridge for breakfast,” suggested Duo.

“Okay, thanks,” came Heero’s reply. After last nights activities on the couch, Heero was still feeling a little sticky. His blue eyes watched greedily as Duo slipped from the bed and paused to stretch. The man was simply sensual in the way he moved, tanned skin sliding over hard muscle. The sleep shorts were riding dangerously low on Duo’s hips, the tank pulling in the opposite direction.

With the stretch over, Duo grabbed at his shorts and tugged them back up a little. Heero didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. “There’s clean towels in the cupboard under the sink,” Duo informed as he turned to leave the room.

“Thanks.” Heero’s voice was a touch husky.

“Don’t be too long, we got a lot to do before we can load up the nags and start on our way,” teased Duo as he left the bedroom.

“I’ll be quick,” Heero replied and headed for the bathroom.

* * *

Once breakfast was out of the way, the pair headed out the back to feed the horses and start the task of loading all the gear and things they would need into Duo’s rig. It was quite easy for Heero, all he had to do was pick his stuff up from inside his own rig and transfer it across to Duo’s. Once he’d completed his own gear, he went to give the other cowboy a hand.

Duo had sorted through his stuff the previous day and left it neatly piled in the tack room so it was a simple case of picking it up and making several trips to the rig with it all. With Heero’s help it didn’t take too long.

Wing and Scythe were busy finishing off their feeds in the barn. Both stallions had settled down a bit overnight and had now reached a level of respectful tolerance – or so it appeared.

“Just gotta grab my clothing and stock up the pantry now,” said Duo as they stuffed the last of the feeds they would need for the horses into the feed compartment.

“I’ve got some food in the pantry in my rig, I’ll go grab it and bring it across,” stated Heero and moved to do just that.

With the pantry stocked, Heero’s clothes and Duo’s tucked away safely inside, all was ready to go.

“Now for the nags,” Duo said.

“I hope they travel down together okay,” Heero muttered.

“They better,” growled Duo and wrapped an arm around Heero’s waist, pulling the other cowboy to his side. “I’ve got news for them. I’m not about to give you up so they had better learn to get along.” To emphasize his point, Duo swooped in and stole a sweet kiss, a kiss that left Heero weak at the knees.

Duo brought Scythe out first, the appaloosa prancing in the morning sunlight and showing off. He snorted, tossed his head and danced sideways, bumping against Duo in the process. “Scythe!” Duo growled and gave the lead rope a hard tug. “Behave yourself.”

Scythe didn’t look at all chastised and continued his showing off, almost knocking Duo over at one point when he’d spun around to let fly with a loud neigh.

“Enough already! Where are your manners?!” Duo snapped and this time he gave the stallion a sharp smack to the shoulder. That brought Scythe up short and he immediately stopped his antics. “Much better,” Duo praised and once again began to lead the stallion towards the rig.

Once Scythe was safely inside and settled, Heero brought Wing out. The paint had watched the other stud carefully and wasn’t about to make the same mistakes. He didn’t want a smack from his master. Wing walked calmly and quietly beside Heero, following his master inside the rig and standing still whilst he was tied up.

“Good boy,” Heero praised and gave the paint a few pats to the neck before exiting.

As the rig doors closed on them, Wing gave the spotted pony a smug look. Scythe laid his ears back and bared his teeth. Wing gave the horse equivalent of a shrug and turned his attention to the haynet that waited to the side. If that abstract appy wanted to be like that, then let him; Wing had better things to do with his time – like eating the delicious hay in front of him.

Scythe wasn’t a happy camper. He’d done all he could to impress and intimidate the patchwork pony, but none of it had worked. In fact, all it had gotten him was a sharp smack and a reprimand from his master. Scythe’s nose was out of joint a touch and he didn’t want to risk any further reprimand from his usually gentle master so he decided that ignoring the other stallion was probably the best thing to do. Putting his nose in the air, Scythe turned his attention to the full hay net that sat to his side. He’d show that two toned equine just who was the best stud later.

The engine of the rig rumbled into life and the two stallions swayed gently with the movement as the rig set off down the driveway and onto the open road.

* * *

“Cheer up, Relena,” Dorothy said and placed a cup of tea in front of her friend.

“I’m sorry,” Relena replied. “Thanks,” she added as she took the cup by the handle and sipped at the hot liquid.

“You will have him back,” said Dorothy, sitting opposite her friend and sipping her own tea.

“How can you be so sure? It’s been almost four weeks now and he hasn’t called, hasn’t tried to get in touch with me through any of our mutual friends,” Relena replied, her tone one of complete dejection.

“Then I think it is time we reminded him of where he should be, whom he should be with.”

Relena looked up sharply.

“Yes, Relena, I think it’s time we paid Heero a visit and refreshed his memory. He’s had more than enough time to think this through.”
“You want to go to the rodeo and confront him?” Relena asked, the smirk on her face growing a bit.

“I think it’s time we put our plan into action.”

* * *
“That looks like it up ahead,” Heero commented as Duo slowed the rig down and indicated to make the turn into the grounds of the rodeo.

Several other trailers could be seen parked in lines across the open paddock. To the left of the trailers the arena outline could be seen, the fences rising tall and chutes along one side. Holding pens were at the other end and seating for the many spectators graced the remainder of the arena.

Bringing the rig to a stop at the gate, Duo took the paperwork Heero handed him and passed it over to the gate man.

“Everything is in order,” the gate man said as he passed the paperwork back to Duo. “Just follow the track around and the parking area is up ahead. You will see how the others are all parking, just slot yourself in wherever you find a space.”

“Thanks,” Duo replied and slid the trailer back into gear.

Heero’s eyes swept over the parking area and found them a reasonable spot. It wasn’t too far from the ablutions block, fairly close to the arena itself but still managed to keep a bit of distance between them and the rig on their side. That was just as well considering they needed to set up two yards off the trailer side to accommodate the stallions.

Bringing the trailer to a stop and cutting the engine, both cowboys were more than ready to exit and stretch their legs. In the back of the trailer the horses agreed, a series of snorts, grunts, whinnies and the odd stamping of a hoof letting both men know their respective animals wanted off too.

“Yeah, yeah, hold your horses,” Duo muttered as he moved around the side of the trailer and met up with Heero. “Best get the yards set up and the beasts off before they do any damage,” he said.

Heero agreed and the pair began to lift the yard gates from the side of the trailer and set them up. Within fifteen minutes, both yards were ‘attached’ and the horses could be brought off. Wing came down the ramp with his eyes bright and ears pricked. His nostrils flared as he took in the sights and scents around him and he tossed his head. Heero quickly put the paint into a yard and went to help Duo.

Scythe was pawing impatiently at the floor. He wanted off and he wanted it now! Why that other excuse for a stud had been given preferential treatment over him, Scythe didn’t know – but he wasn’t happy about it. This was his trailer, his master, his yards and he was the top stud – and he was most certainly going to let that paint pot know the first chance he got.

Duo began to lead his upset stallion out of the trailer, the appy bounding down the ramp, ears pricked, tail kinked over his back and giving snorts of excitement.

“Settle down, Scythe,” Duo soothed and risked a pat to the black neck. Scythe suddenly swung his head to the side and gave a deafening neigh almost knocking Duo’s head off in the process and rendering his eardrums incapable of hearing anything for a second. “Scythe!” Duo growled and walloped the black neck.

Scythe didn’t seem to notice, or care for the moment. Another horse had appeared and he knew the scent.

“Having a bit of a problem there?” came a familiar, quiet voice.

“You could say that,” Duo snapped and yanked hard on Scythe’s lead rope. The appy was doing his best to stretch his neck and touch his nose to that of the mare’s. “How are you, Trowa?”

“I’m fine, Duo,” Trowa replied. “Need a hand?” he asked as he slid from Heavyarms’ back and moved her away from Scythe’s advances.

“I’ve opened the gate... Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking,” came Heero’s voice as he rounded the trailer and saw the pair.

“Thanks, Tro, but Heero here seems to have everything in hand. I’ll just pop this beast into his yard before he decides to trample me into the ground.”

“Heero, how are you?” Trowa asked politely as Duo led his wayward stallion around the side of the trailer.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. How are you?” returned Heero.

“Good, really good,” Trowa replied.

Heero could see the questions racing through those green eyes, although Trowa was much too polite to simply come out and ask. Before he could even think to say anything that would start to answer those unasked questions, Duo returned.

“Damn creature,” Duo mumbled. “I think I’ll need to have a word with him over his manners.” He paused and looked between the pair. “Quatre here yet?” Duo asked.

“Yeah. He’s parked next to me and I’m a couple of trailers down from you.” Trowa indicated to where his and Quatre’s rigs sat parked side by side.

“Great. What about Wufei?”

“He’s coming in a little later. Got a flat on the way down which held him up a bit,” Trowa stated. “He called to let us know as we were going to have supper together. Speaking of supper, would you two care to join us?”

Duo knew his friend well enough by now to know that not only was it a genuine invitation to join for supper, but also a chance for Trowa to ‘grill’ his friends on what had happened between the pair over the last few weeks. It was obvious they had traveled down together so something had happened. Glancing at Heero, Duo raised his eyebrows. “You up for supper with Trowa and the others?’

“Sure,” Heero replied.

“That’s settled then. We will see you at Quatre’s rig for supper around seven.” Trowa gave them both a soft smile.

“Look forward to it,” Duo replied.

With a nod of his head, Trowa turned and remounted his mare. A nudge to the palomino’s sides and Heavyarms began to walk off, her gait long and languid.

Heero and Duo went back to their tasks of settling the horses and sorting out the inside of the trailer that would be home to them for the next couple of days.

* * *

Wufei had finally arrived just as dusk was settling over the grounds. Knowing their friend was held up, Quatre and Trowa had managed to keep a parking space by their rigs for Wufei to park, rather than have their friend stuck somewhere over the far side of the grounds. Heero and Duo had walked across to Quatre’s trailer just as Wufei was trundling across the grass. Leaving Quatre and Trowa to continue with their task of getting supper ready, the other two cowboys went to give Wufei a hand to set his yard up and settle Nataku for the evening.

Wufei was grateful for the help and apologized many times for his late arrival. Heero, Duo and the others waved the apologies off; as Duo said, “Shit happens” and it could have happened to any one of them. Wufei was still feeling a touch guilty though at leaving his friends to organize supper and assist him with his horse and rig.

With the bay gelding resting comfortably and munching on his supper, Wufei made his way to Quatre’s trailer and the rest of their little group. Trowa had dug a pit and built a campfire, the flames dancing merrily in the evening air. Around the campfire, chairs had been set out, a couple of small tables dotted between them. From inside Quatre’s trailer the smells of supper wafted out and caused Wufei’s stomach to rumble. He took a seat next to Duo and stared into the flames. Trowa stepped out of the trailer and handed over sodas to everyone. None of them would indulge in a beer until after the rodeo was finished, preferring to have their wits about them at all times as this was a risky business.

“Grub up,” called Quatre from inside the trailer and four heads swiveled in the open door’s direction. Quatre stuck his head out. “You’ll all have to come in here to get it. I’ve made burgers so you just need to put on what salad stuffs you want.” The blonde head disappeared back inside.

“Well, I dunno about any of you, but I’m starving,” Duo said and stood up. Heero was right behind him.

“Can’t let all that hard work go to waste,” Wufei said and also stood, placing his soda on one of the tables before heading inside the trailer to get his burger.

*

“That was delicious, Quatre,” Duo praised as he sank back in his chair and patted his stomach. “Remind me to let you cook for us at every rodeo.”

Quatre gave a soft snort and shook his head.

Trowa turned his attention back to Heero as he wiped his hands on his jeans. Reclining back in his seat and taking a drink from his soda, he finally fixed the other cowboy with his green eyes and decided to ask the questions that had been bugging him. “Seeing how you both came down in Duo’s rig I take it you two are now a couple?”

‘Nothing like heading directly to the point,’ Heero thought to himself. He’d known Trowa wanted to ask his questions and Heero had discussed it with Duo earlier. Both were quite prepared to answer them when they came.

“I guess you could say that yes, we are a couple, although we’re still testing the waters on this relationship,” Duo answered for them both.

Quatre’s face lit up, Wufei just gave a nod, it didn’t bother him in the slightest what orientation his friends were.

“Then Relena is gone, you told her you’re not interested in her any longer?” Trowa pressed on, directing his question to Heero.

Remembering the conversation Heero had had with the green eyed clown in the past, Heero knew the man was only looking out for his friend. “Yes, Relena is gone. I broke it off with her a couple of days after the last rodeo.”

“How did she take it?” Trowa persisted.

“Not too badly.” Heero settled into his chair and began to tell the others the tale. Duo already knew all of it and sat back to study his friends’ faces, try to gauge their reactions to Heero’s story.

It took Heero several minutes to recite all that had taken place, but once he was done, he felt a bit better. At least now the others would know he was deadly serious about discovering more about himself, his sexuality and a relationship with Duo.

“She threatened you?” Quatre questioned, his voice almost a whisper.

“Sort of, but it’s been several weeks since she left and took all her things with her. I’ve not seen or heard from her since then and I don’t think I will. I’m pretty much convinced that if she was going to pull something, she would have done it by now,” Heero replied.

“I don’t know,” Trowa mused. “I’d still be watching my back very carefully if I were you two.”

“Don’t worry, Tro. Neither one of us is about to drop our guard, not for some time yet,” Duo said, his voice low.

“Glad to hear it.”

The conversation switched to the horses, life in general and other mundane things before they decided to call it a night. Thanking Quatre and Trowa for their supper and hospitality, Heero and Duo left their friends and headed back to their own trailer.

Checking the horses were okay and hadn’t taken a chunk out of each other, the tired pair entered the trailer and began to get ready for bed. Donning sleep shorts, Heero was quickly under the covers, Duo smiling at him and feeling warmed that the cowboy was quite willing to share a bed. Turning out the lights after he’d double checked the trailer was locked, Duo slipped under the covers and immediately found himself with a pair of arms wrapping around him and a body cuddling up close.

Returning the affections, Duo nuzzled against Heero’s throat. “You okay with all this?”

“Yeah. It takes a bit of getting used to, but I’m okay with it.”

“Good.” Duo’s lips found Heero’s and he kissed the other cowboy thoroughly. “Night, Heero.”

Heero’s brain was still scrambled from the intense kiss, but he did manage to form some form of speech. “Night, Duo.”

~ * ~

tbc...






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