Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, nor do I own Ford. I'd be rich if I did and you people wouldn't know I existed XD
Author's note: This was created when I was helping my step father unload a few things from the back of the truck and I saw the heavy duty straps there.
Warnings: M/M relationship, talk of sex... yadda yadda... this is a 2x6. From Zechs' point of view.
"Perfection At it's Finest I"
The phone's ringing again, and I've half a mind to just toss it out the window. It's almost three in the morning, and they're still calling as if it were the middle of the afternoon. Perhaps I'll have a talk with those idiots at the phone security office. What don't they understand about 'important phone calls ONLY'? Then again, I suppose I can't blame them, they have to have someone to turn to and if the best candidate for that happens to be the brunette stirring beside me, I guess I cannot complain. But I'm sure that if they could see him sleep, they'd understand my frustration at these early morning calls.
With his head pillowed near my chest, mouth parted enough to let hot breath release, and hands wound haphazardly around me, he reminds me of a cherub... and not those cherubs from the old English paintings, but the ones that are so ungodly beautiful you wonder if it's a sin. He'd probably tell me I'm being an idiot and that he's not beautiful in any way, but, well, if he could see himself with his hair all sprawled over white satin sheets he wouldn't say other wise. But I can see where he's coming from, after all, the man works with greasy vehicles, engines and steel parts all day, there's nothing beautiful about that profession. Which brings me back to the irritating phone beside the bed. I sigh and gently move my hand over his cheek, bending down so that my breath ghosted over pale skin.
"Duo, love wake up, phone." I say and said pilot makes a moaning noise and tried to curl up into me again, and as endearing as that is he needs to wake up.
"Duo, wake up, phone." I say a bit louder and this time it does the trick. He opens groggy violet eyes and rolls over onto his back, his hand searching for the side of the bed where the telephone sits. I snort in amusement when he curses, almost knocking the receiver from the base, he's cute when his mind is all sleep muddled. Finally managing to pick the phone up successfully, he pushes himself up so that he's resting on his elbows and the fading moonlight is bathing his chest. I can't help the purr that rumbles through my own, that chest is simply god sent with every perfectly out lined muscle.
He runs a hand through his hair.
"Hello?" I glare at the phone, the scratchiness to his voice as he first wakes belongs only to my ears and I've half a mind to rip the phone from his ear and demand the name of those who dare witness something I feel I should be greedy about. I can hear someone talking on the other line and from experience and repetitive exposure to that voice, I can recognize it as Hilde, and she sounds almost as thrilled about the phone call as I am.
"'M sorry Duo, really...but you're the only one close enough to get that call." I can hear her say and Duo lets out a long sigh.
"It's alright.. What and where is it?" he says, moving to get out of bed. As I'm now propped up on my elbow, I get a perfect view of his ass as he removes the sheets.
"Up on Southside Boulevard.. Apparently there was a nasty crash... went over he embankment..." Ah, so he was going out on a crash call this time... and only four hours before hand it was a tow call for some poor old woman who's beater had suddenly died on her.
"I'll be there in a bit, see ya Hil."
"I'm really sorry Duo."
"S'okay, go get some sleep." there's an audible click as she hangs up and he moves to put the receiver back down before running his hands over his face as he stands to get dressed. Duo Maxwell... always the giver. I tilt my head a bit and watched him move with practiced easy. I guess from so many morning missions during the war he's an expert as side stepping anything in the dark. Maybe I'll ask him some time if he's got night vision... what a wonderful exploration that could be. I move back to the present as I hear the zipper of his jeans.
"Do you have to go?" I ask and he grunts, looking around for the shirt he'd discarded earlier that night. He's been spending far too much time with Yuy, now he even sounds like it, and he hasn't even looked at me.
"Duo?"
"Yeah." he said, answering my first question. I sigh and flop back against the sheets, already losing his warmth. I hear a bit of a scuffle before he's sitting down on my side of the bed and staring down at me. He's pulled his hair back into a ponytail, obviously too tired to care what the hell it looks like. Maybe I should inform him that it makes him even more divine than the usual braid. He bends down and places a kiss at my lips and I give in– it's hard not too with a mouth like that. He smells like sweat and Lavender, something so intoxicating I shake with the effort not to touch him.
When he pulls back, I don't even hide the irritation and exasperation from my face and he gives me that tiny smile.. The sympathetic one that always says. ' I know how you feel and I don't like it either'. Well then dammit don't go!
"Wanna come with?" he asks and I raise an eyebrow. This was a different turn of events. Normally he'd just up and go and try to get back as soon as possible, he's never asked me to go with him.
"Go with you?" I repeat and he nods.
"Yeah, depending on the crash, I don't know what time I'll be home, I might need some help." he says and searches my face.
Don't get me wrong, I've never had a problem getting dirty, I was a little boy once, I climbed trees, played in mud puddles. I was also in a war, and had to have a new uniform tailored frequently because all of the other's would stain with dirt or blood or soot. However, I wasn't the type to actually work around something where I'd purposefully get dirty, hence, working with that damnable behemoth he calls a rollback. That thing is covered in grease, and I just don't have the mechanical skills like him. How am I going to be any help?
As I look up again, I notice the look he's giving me and I understand. He doesn't actually need me with the physical help, he's just asking for my presence there. After all, he's said time and time again that the rollback's heater still doesn't work and I'm pretty sure that it's colder outside than it should be for being September. I sigh and push myself up, a signal that I'd given in... again. He smiled and pecks me on the cheek before moving out of the bedroom door and to the kitchen where he normally tosses his keys. I shook my head– the things I did for the love of my life...
TBC
Sorry, it was becoming too long for my comfort area of a "one-shot" so I've decided to make it a two shot or three shot. Please R&R I love hearing from you all