Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Not so Still Life ❯ Chapter 1
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By: justkat 
Art class. A very long hour in the life of Heero Yuy. (Heero/Duo) COMPLETE
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.12.2006 | Updated On: 03.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Art class. A very long hour in the life of Heero Yuy. (Heero/Duo) COMPLETE
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.12.2006 | Updated On: 03.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Title: Not so Still Life
Author: Justkat2790
Pairing/Characters: Heero/Duo
Type: One-shot romantic comedyRating: T/PG-13
Warnings: shounen-ai, implied lime, sap
Summary: Art class. An hour in the life of Heero Yuy
GW500 Challenge 111 – school. Character: Heero Yuy.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is the property of Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. No disrespect is intended to its characters or creators.
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The towel was too small.
Heero Yuy twitched.
Stupid school. Stupid, small, stupid school towels.
“Mr Yuy.” Fingers clamped onto Heero’s bare shoulder like five-pronged vice-grips. “Don’t. Move. Everyone else has modelled and I’m sure you can manage it too. Only another half hour left.”
Gaah! Not moving, Heero breathed explosively through his nose and decided that he’d self-destruct before he ever, ever hid out in another school. Tried to ignore the fact that he was draped, naked, over a bench with a very small towel that was only just covering…
…that was slowly sliding off.
Hell!
Grimly, he clamped towel to hip with his thumb and lowered his chin slightly, glaring around the room from behind a protective curtain of hair. But thankfully no one seemed to have noticed his impending loss of towel
The girls had stopped gawking, most of them, and Duo Maxwell was hunched over his sketch, chewing a thumbnail thoughtfully. The Art Teacher From Hell was prowling around the room as they drew, looming over easels, and periodically poking someone’s sketch. Or Heero.
“…note the marvellous definition across the back. This big muscle right here…” Poke. “And here…” Eww. Stroking was worse. Heero’s skin crawled. Creepy guy was a pedophile. And wouldn’t know his trapezius from his latissimus dorsi. Idiot.
Duo looked up sympathetically and Heero stared stonily back. Slunk behind his hair, then peeked back out. Duo was still looking. But…
…differently somehow.
Just gazing steadily at him, really, but it made the hairs on Heero’s arms stand on end, as he fought not to squirm under that steady regard, wishing that Duo would look away. He drew a shaky breath and bit his lip. This was ridiculous. Duo had seen him naked before. But somehow this was different. He’d never looked at him like this. Now Duo was looking at him as if…as if…
If it had been Duo up here, Heero would have been memorising every inch of skin for future cold and lonely nights, just him and his Gundam. Imagining slowly lifting the towel. With one hand. The other hand pressing Duo down and…
Oh hell. He was blushing. He could feel it, heat washing over him in a hot tide, blood pounding in his ears. He shivered and tried to look away but Duo’s gaze pinned him to the bench, his treacherous, stupid body warming to the gentle drift of Duo’s eyes. Lingering over his hardening nipples. Ghosting warmly across his stomach. The hollow of his hip, sliding down to …
The towel stirred against his hot skin and Heero squirmed. And squirmed again, suddenly aghast.
Oh no!
Not here!
Oh hell!!
Not in front of the whole class! Relena!!
Oh hell no!!!
Heero didn’t need to be able to look down at his towel to know that suddenly it really wasn’t big enough, but he squinted frantically downwards anyway, to where his small and very stupid towel jutted happily off his lap to meet him.
Oh hell and damnation!!!
He was naked, almost, on a bench in front of the entire class, with an erection the size of a beam cannon and there was nothing he could do about it.
Frantically, Heero tightened his buttocks and squeezed, which had no effect whatsoever.
Looked around the room.
Counted the ceiling tiles.
Inched a thumb across and pushed furtively downwards, which only seemed to create a kind of springboard effect, making the towel bounce and lift dangerously in one corner. Tried very hard not to panic, and especially not, to look at Duo.
Hours spent hooked up to a monitor, learning self-hypnosis to control involuntary reactions; all wasted, thanks to Duo Maxwell. Surreptitiously, Heero hunched over, inching his bent knee upward and angling it across his throbbing groin. Slid his fist upward, inch by sweaty inch and poised it in front of his wayward erection. Might as well try hiding his Gundam behind a molehill. Not that his erection was quite that big… he squinted. Close. Oh hell.
“Sir!! Heero moved his hand!”
Ohshitohshitohshit… Heero panicked. They’d all see… Duo would see. And then he’d know that…
“No problem.” A hearty voice boomed from somewhere behind Heero, and Heero nearly leapt out of his towel. A cupboard door slammed. “It’s lunchtime anyway. Finish up next lesson. Thank you Mr Yuy. Try not to move next time! And clean up every one!”
It was over. Clutching his towel like a drowning man, both hands fisted at his groin, Heero Yuy fled the class for the changing room. Slammed the door, locked it and flung the towel away, then snatched it back up and put it to good if slightly messy use, forehead pressed to the cold glass of the window, knuckle jammed into his mouth.
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When Heero unlocked the door, a scant few minutes later, the classroom was empty. He sighed. Looked like he’d be getting leftovers for lunch.
But before he went…
He couldn’t help it. He had to look. Had to see if Duo had noticed. If he had… Heero shuddered. He’d never hear the end of it.
Quickly, he flipped the pages of Duo’s sketchbook, wincing as his thumb twinged. Ouch. He’d bitten it.
Found Duo’s most recent sketch and let out a relieved whoosh of breath. Thank heavens. Duo hadn’t even been drawing his body. Just head and shoulders.
Although…
Heero stared, heart fluttering strangely. Shaky lines… nose too pointy, surely. But… each eyelash carefully drawn. His slightly parted lips a wonder of careful shading and much rubbing out. And his hand…
His hand was lifted to cup a rounded cheek. Boy or girl, it was hard to tell, but… His reaching fingers were sliding into a cascade of impossible, impractical, irresistible hair and he knew with a completely inappropriate leap of his heart that the other hand that curled around his could only belong to…
The door slammed.
“Oi!! Heero?!!! You in here buddy?! You’re gonna miss lunch if you don’t hurry u… oh.”
…Duo.
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End
Author: Justkat2790
Pairing/Characters: Heero/Duo
Type: One-shot romantic comedyRating: T/PG-13
Warnings: shounen-ai, implied lime, sap
Summary: Art class. An hour in the life of Heero Yuy
GW500 Challenge 111 – school. Character: Heero Yuy.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is the property of Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. No disrespect is intended to its characters or creators.
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The towel was too small.
Heero Yuy twitched.
Stupid school. Stupid, small, stupid school towels.
“Mr Yuy.” Fingers clamped onto Heero’s bare shoulder like five-pronged vice-grips. “Don’t. Move. Everyone else has modelled and I’m sure you can manage it too. Only another half hour left.”
Gaah! Not moving, Heero breathed explosively through his nose and decided that he’d self-destruct before he ever, ever hid out in another school. Tried to ignore the fact that he was draped, naked, over a bench with a very small towel that was only just covering…
…that was slowly sliding off.
Hell!
Grimly, he clamped towel to hip with his thumb and lowered his chin slightly, glaring around the room from behind a protective curtain of hair. But thankfully no one seemed to have noticed his impending loss of towel
The girls had stopped gawking, most of them, and Duo Maxwell was hunched over his sketch, chewing a thumbnail thoughtfully. The Art Teacher From Hell was prowling around the room as they drew, looming over easels, and periodically poking someone’s sketch. Or Heero.
“…note the marvellous definition across the back. This big muscle right here…” Poke. “And here…” Eww. Stroking was worse. Heero’s skin crawled. Creepy guy was a pedophile. And wouldn’t know his trapezius from his latissimus dorsi. Idiot.
Duo looked up sympathetically and Heero stared stonily back. Slunk behind his hair, then peeked back out. Duo was still looking. But…
…differently somehow.
Just gazing steadily at him, really, but it made the hairs on Heero’s arms stand on end, as he fought not to squirm under that steady regard, wishing that Duo would look away. He drew a shaky breath and bit his lip. This was ridiculous. Duo had seen him naked before. But somehow this was different. He’d never looked at him like this. Now Duo was looking at him as if…as if…
If it had been Duo up here, Heero would have been memorising every inch of skin for future cold and lonely nights, just him and his Gundam. Imagining slowly lifting the towel. With one hand. The other hand pressing Duo down and…
Oh hell. He was blushing. He could feel it, heat washing over him in a hot tide, blood pounding in his ears. He shivered and tried to look away but Duo’s gaze pinned him to the bench, his treacherous, stupid body warming to the gentle drift of Duo’s eyes. Lingering over his hardening nipples. Ghosting warmly across his stomach. The hollow of his hip, sliding down to …
The towel stirred against his hot skin and Heero squirmed. And squirmed again, suddenly aghast.
Oh no!
Not here!
Oh hell!!
Not in front of the whole class! Relena!!
Oh hell no!!!
Heero didn’t need to be able to look down at his towel to know that suddenly it really wasn’t big enough, but he squinted frantically downwards anyway, to where his small and very stupid towel jutted happily off his lap to meet him.
Oh hell and damnation!!!
He was naked, almost, on a bench in front of the entire class, with an erection the size of a beam cannon and there was nothing he could do about it.
Frantically, Heero tightened his buttocks and squeezed, which had no effect whatsoever.
Looked around the room.
Counted the ceiling tiles.
Inched a thumb across and pushed furtively downwards, which only seemed to create a kind of springboard effect, making the towel bounce and lift dangerously in one corner. Tried very hard not to panic, and especially not, to look at Duo.
Hours spent hooked up to a monitor, learning self-hypnosis to control involuntary reactions; all wasted, thanks to Duo Maxwell. Surreptitiously, Heero hunched over, inching his bent knee upward and angling it across his throbbing groin. Slid his fist upward, inch by sweaty inch and poised it in front of his wayward erection. Might as well try hiding his Gundam behind a molehill. Not that his erection was quite that big… he squinted. Close. Oh hell.
“Sir!! Heero moved his hand!”
Ohshitohshitohshit… Heero panicked. They’d all see… Duo would see. And then he’d know that…
“No problem.” A hearty voice boomed from somewhere behind Heero, and Heero nearly leapt out of his towel. A cupboard door slammed. “It’s lunchtime anyway. Finish up next lesson. Thank you Mr Yuy. Try not to move next time! And clean up every one!”
It was over. Clutching his towel like a drowning man, both hands fisted at his groin, Heero Yuy fled the class for the changing room. Slammed the door, locked it and flung the towel away, then snatched it back up and put it to good if slightly messy use, forehead pressed to the cold glass of the window, knuckle jammed into his mouth.
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When Heero unlocked the door, a scant few minutes later, the classroom was empty. He sighed. Looked like he’d be getting leftovers for lunch.
But before he went…
He couldn’t help it. He had to look. Had to see if Duo had noticed. If he had… Heero shuddered. He’d never hear the end of it.
Quickly, he flipped the pages of Duo’s sketchbook, wincing as his thumb twinged. Ouch. He’d bitten it.
Found Duo’s most recent sketch and let out a relieved whoosh of breath. Thank heavens. Duo hadn’t even been drawing his body. Just head and shoulders.
Although…
Heero stared, heart fluttering strangely. Shaky lines… nose too pointy, surely. But… each eyelash carefully drawn. His slightly parted lips a wonder of careful shading and much rubbing out. And his hand…
His hand was lifted to cup a rounded cheek. Boy or girl, it was hard to tell, but… His reaching fingers were sliding into a cascade of impossible, impractical, irresistible hair and he knew with a completely inappropriate leap of his heart that the other hand that curled around his could only belong to…
The door slammed.
“Oi!! Heero?!!! You in here buddy?! You’re gonna miss lunch if you don’t hurry u… oh.”
…Duo.
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End