Wooo! I don't have to worry about writing this one, it's pretty much already written! I'm just going over it and adding and subtracting things. fixing poor grammer and such. But what's really exciting is that I'v got the half of the last chapter for the cursed done. oh yeah. Despite losing all my beautiful notes and hitting major writers block...I'm pursuing and I think I'm going to finish it soon! But on to this new development. let's see, I almost never do this but I feel the extreme need to do warnings on this piece

WARNINGS: first off, it's based off the movie 'the girl next door' and it follows the plot pretty well so if you've seen the movie that might be all the warning you need. If not than let me explain, this means that everyone will be ooc (especially poor Wufei who will now become porn obsessed Wufei). Oh and if you haven't seen the movie there will be lots of references to porn...lots...so if that offends you stop reading now. Oh what else is horribly wrong with this story...well it's sort of shameless smut spruced up with some fluff. I don't know, I tried to give it a deep meaning but I think it turned into smut somewhere along the way. I guess that's it for now, I'm hoping that I'll eventually get off the movie parody kick and come up with something original...eh.


The Boy Next Door

Heero Yuy was the biggest nerd in school, ask anybody. He was short, he wore glasses, his hair looked like he never combed it, his clothes were dorky, he was president of the math club and the forensics society, and he hung out with all of the other nerdiest kids in school. There was Trowa, the silent circus clown who was also in the math club. Quatre, the least nerdy of the group, ran the high school's mock U.N. meetings. And finally there was Wufei, the avid porn watching president of the school's Audio/Video club. He did the televised morning announcements, which were pretty damn funny if you had anything resembling a brain floating around in that otherwise viscous fluid filled whole in the top of your head. Of course none of their classmates had anything in there except pictures of each other naked and the cafeteria lunch menu.

Normally Heero Yuy didn't daydream, he didn't see the use in it. But it was his senior year and this was calculus, which he already knew everything in, so instead of taking notes he found himself plotting his escape from this wretched hell whole. For this week was senior ditch week and today was the first day of the illegal crusade of his more popular peers. They had made their getaway during lunch period and were now all at the beach playing volleyball or having unprotected sex just like those videos freshman year had warned them. Of course, Heero Yuy couldn't care less about those things. He usually excelled in sports but would never play around other people since they all just made fun of him and as for sex, well, there wasn't a soul on this planet that would willingly engage in something like that with him. So it was more the thought of doing something that his parents would hate and would shock the school that peaked his interest. It wasn't until the pop quiz was placed in front of him that he stopped staring out the window thinking about the look on his parents' faces when they found out he ditched. That is, of course, if he ever got up the guts to actually drive off the damn campus instead of sitting there and daydreaming about it like the fucking pathetic geek he was. Heero sighed. He tended to do this whenever the realization hit him of how truly lame his life was. In other words, Heero sighed a lot. Naturally he got one hundred percent on the quiz even though he hadn't listened to a word the instructor had said all afternoon. God he really was the biggest nerd in school.

Heero caught up with his fellow geeks after the last bell rang and to say that he was in a bad mood was like saying the arctic was a little chilly. Luckily his friends didn't notice because Heero always looked like he was in a bad mood. Trowa and Quatre were making cracks about the easy math quiz and Wufei was trying to grab his attention and tell him about his plans for tomorrow's morning announcements.

"I'm thinking of doing a Don Quixote parody since midterms are coming up. I think they could be imagined as monsters, eh? Like the biology exam could turn into a giant frog holding a scalpel." Wufei nudged him with his elbow hoping for some feedback. God they were all nerds. Wufei actually thought that was a good idea and God help him so did he…damn it. Heero sighed, his life was so pathetic.

"You know nobody's gonna' get it right? Why don't you just do some flashy lights and loud music, people seem to enjoy that." Heero answered a little sharply. He was a little surprised at himself. He had never criticized Wufei before because he had always thought Wufei's ideas were pretty neat and original. Maybe he was tired of being an outcast. Maybe he wanted his senior year to be the year that stood out, the one year that he looked back on fondly, the one year that he didn't fucking despise every minute of. He snorted at himself. He sounded like an idiot, especially when he swore. He didn't know why but for some reason geeks just sounded awkward when they cussed. And he was the geekiest of them all. He sighed again at his pathetic existence. He noticed Wufei was still looking a little shocked and pissed at his outburst, geez.

"You know Yuy I'm trying to bring a little culture to this moronic excuse of a learning institution. I don't want to do what everyone wants me to do. I like originality there's so little of it left these days." Wufei shot back at him and Heero could tell that he had hit a soft spot. Maybe other members of the A.V. club had complained and wanted to do the same kind of mindless crap he had just suggested. Thank God he hadn't started ranting about the injustice of Heero's suggestion or they would have been there for an hour. He felt bad for saying it though, especially since he thought Wufei had a pretty good idea, but now the pissed off part of his brain that had been having a crappy day was on overload. Fucking tech metaphors, he had to stop doing that. He couldn't back out of this now though, besides he was having a bad day and Wufei was making himself the perfect target.

"If you want to be so original then how come you're doing a parody?" Heero shot back in spite and Wufei just glared at him with his mouth slightly open. Then he frowned and scratched his head. Then he smirked a little and Heero was worried he had finally caused that imminent breakdown that the rest of the group had taken bets on at the beginning of sophomore year. Damn he was totally out forty bucks now. They had all bet it was going to him, but for some reason he had been sure it was going to be Quatre that pushed the justice ranting Chinese boy over the edge.

"Yeah good point." Wufei said with sulky grin. "But it's still more original than loud music and a DJ Jazzy Jeff look alike trying, and failing, to rap out the morning news." Wufei laughed a little and nudged Heero with his elbow again. Heero just grunted in response.

"Geez Yuy, you need to get laid." Heero sighed again. Geez indeed.

"I'm just gonna' head home and check online to make sure my application to MIT went through all right." Heero said in a depressing monotone, but nobody noticed because Heero always sounded like that even when he wasn't having a bad day.

"Ok, I'm gonna' call you later though Heero. You still haven't filled out your yearbook entry and it needs to be turned in soon. And we need a fill-in for the mock U.N. meeting on Thursday and Trowa can't cuz he has to practice with Catherine." Quatre told him in that cheerful way that would be so annoying if it was anybody but Quatre. Heero nodded.

"We got a new spinning table to strap me to while she throws knives at me. Ought to be fun." Trowa explained his extra training session with his sister. Heero just grimaced slightly and nodded. The things Trowa got excited over, it made you wonder what his and Quatre's love life must be like. God he was the most pathetic person in this group wasn't he? Even Wufei had all his A.V. buddies that he watched all his porn with. Ok maybe it was a draw between him and Wufei.

"Hey Heero you want to borrow one of my movies?" Wufei asked in a tone that suggested exactly what type of movie he was thinking of from his cornucopia of visual entertainment. What, had he been reading Heero's mind and this was his revenge for the porn joke? Heero just glared at him in response to his question.

"What, you need some action and if you can't take the car into the shop you'll just have to service it yourself." Wufei had really watched way too many pornos if he could come up with lines like that off the top of his head. Heero glared, sighed, and turned to walk away from the group. They all watched him go and silently agreed that Heero Yuy did indeed need to get laid.

Later that night Heero sat at his very tidy desk that was right next to his bedroom window. He noticed that all the lights were off in his next-door neighbor's house. That was odd for seven o'clock at night, there definitely wasn't enough sunlight left outside for it. Then it hit him again, he couldn't understand why he never remembered that his neighbors had moved out a week ago. The old couple had probably moved to Florida with the rest of the geriatric herd. He wouldn't miss the old lady, she liked cats more than a person naturally should and she never wore her teeth but insisted on kissing Heero's cheek whenever she saw him. He stared at the neatly opened book sitting on his desk, his A.P. English poetry book to be exact. He had put that bit of homework off until last, not that he didn't like poetry he just had nothing worthwhile to write about. Nothing worthwhile had ever happened to him. But that was done now and his pathetic poem about a sad and pathetic life was neatly tucked away in a folder in his backpack. He had the book still open more for effect than anything else. This way if either of his parents bothered to look in they would assume he was studying and wouldn't pester him. In truth he was glancing blankly between his computer screen and the yearbook "About Me" entry that he was supposed to have filled out but was oddly blank. What was there to tell? His life consisted of pretty much nothing with a few sporadic instances of embarrassing geekiness in between the otherwise dull void.

Name: Heero Yuy…'easy enough.'

Age: …'should I put seventeen or eighteen? I'll turn eighteen before this gets published.' Eighteen.

Hobbies: 'Oh Gawd, let the nerdiness begin.' He left that one blank for now.

Clubs: 'Damn it. I have to be a member of at least one interesting club. Nope, just math and debate. Fuck. Maybe I could hack into the administrative computer and forge some documents so it looks like I'm a member of something cool. Oh dear God there was something wrong with him. He left that one blank for now too.

Friends: 'The rest of the dork squad, do you really have to ask?' …Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton and Quatre Rebarba Winner. 'Damn that kid's name.'

I Will Never Forget… 'I'm supposed to finish that sentence aren't I? Hmmm…I will never forget the time Wufei tried to force me to watch porn, I think it was just this afternoon, and the one before that, and before that… nah. Uhhh…the time Quatre and Trowa borrowed Wufei's A.V. equipment and we almost had a very interesting morning announcement…nope that was just humiliating all around. I will never forget…how I sat on my ass in this room for all eternity with no life.' He left that one blank too.

He pushed the paper aside deciding he didn't want to think about it right now, and continued his previous engagement of staring blankly at the screen of his laptop. Maybe he would just look up porn on the Internet and get it over with. Maybe if he really got into it he could join Wufei and his porn junkies on Saturdays. This time he let out a long sigh, his life couldn't get much worse. That's when he heard the car pulling up to his next-door neighbor's house, the same neighbors that were supposed to be in Florida fighting off sewer alligators and doing ungodly things to unsuspecting cats. He leaned over in his chair and peeked out the open blinds of his bedroom window at the dimly lit driveway. He never bothered to close his blinds, his room was on the second floor and his window faced the side of his neighbor's house. Though his room did look right into their master bedroom, they were old and never opened their blinds so he had total privacy up here. Oddly enough those blinds were not only open tonight but pulled all the way up.

He watched as a slim figure with long hair in what looked like a ponytail, got out of the cherry red foreign convertible and grabbed a duffle bag. Had somebody bought the house already? They must have moved in while he was at school because from what he could see of the bedroom it was fully furnished though it was too dark to tell with what. The darkness obscured the figure as it made its way to the front door, juggling some stuff in its hands as it presumably searched for the keys to the door. Heero got a brief glance of cut-off shorts and amazing legs when the front door was opened and the figure switched the lights on. Wow, this chick had a great body. He also saw the end of a braid, not a ponytail, of thick silky chestnut hair before the girl shut the door.

Heero followed the path of lights being turned on and off and quickly realized that the girl was heading for the master bedroom. He didn't know what to do, well ok he knew what he shouldn't do…watch…but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to see what this girl looked like. And just like that she was there, quietly shutting the bedroom door behind her. She was facing the other way but she had a very attractive athletic body. Not too curvy, but for some reason Heero found that he really liked that. Those legs looked fantastic in those tiny cut off shorts. Heero could hardly tear his eyes away except to stare at all that gorgeous hair. His breath caught as the young woman undid the tie that held the braid together and shook loose all those wonderful locks. Oh God did Heero want to run his hands through all that hair.

He blushed hard when he realized she was taking off her top next. He shut off the only light in his room, the little desk lamp next to his laptop then slipped out of his chair and quietly stood in front of his window to get a better look. God he was more perverted than Wufei but nothing could stop him now. The tight little T-shirt was thrown aside and a shutter ran down his spine.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

She had the most gorgeously toned back with a little bit of curve and silky skin that begged to be touched as much as the hair did. The girl suddenly turned to the side and Heero's heart jumped into his throat at the thought of being caught but it didn't happen. What did happen was Heero realized two very crucial things. One, his dream girl was really a guy and two, for some reason that really really didn't bother him. Was he gay? Maybe he should look up gay porn on the Internet. But that was an experiment for another time. Right now, he couldn't be bothered with anything but the beautiful boy stripping in front of him. And oh God did he have a beautiful face, just from the profile Heero could tell. The world could have ended right then and he would have been happy, at least he would have died during one of the greatest experiences of his young life. God that sounded pathetic. Is this what he would put in the yearbook? I will never forget the time I came in my pants watching my male next-door neighbor get undressed for bed.

He stopped breathing and thinking completely when the boy's long delicate fingers started fumbling around with the buttons on his tight shorts. Heero's hand snaked to the front of his pants and rubbed the huge bulge there through the fabric. The friction was maddening; this boy was maddening. The longhaired beauty now began to slowly pull off the shorts that looked like nothing more than a layer of denim skin. Heero groaned when he saw just the barest hint of crack and he rubbed himself a little rougher. He had never actually jerked off before but this felt great. When he finally remembered to breath his breaths came out fast and shallow and he found that it had definitely gotten hotter in his room somehow. His eyes flashed wide like a deer caught in headlights when he realized that the boy was wearing a black thong under those incredible shorts. He half moaned half grunted and squeezed himself through his pants. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he knew what he really wanted to see now and there was no way in hell he could stop himself. Then the boy next door whipped around and stared directly into his room. Heero froze for a second then did the only thing he could think of. With an "Oh Shit" he dropped to the ground and hid himself below his window.

God he was such a moron, yeah like that hadn't been totally obvious or anything. Fuck. What was he supposed to do now? Did he go over and apologize to the boy? Maybe he could explain that he wasn't really watching he just happened to be walking by and was shocked to see someone in the house since his neighbors were supposed to have moved. Oh God that sounded lame and guilty. Maybe the boy hadn't seen him and he could pretend like nothing happened. Yeah right, he had looked right at him. After a full minute and a lot of very deep breaths to calm himself down, Heero lifted his head just slightly and peeked over his shoulder into the room next door. The light was on but there was nobody in sight. He heard a door slam shut and he looked down to see the boy he had just been whacking off to storming over to his house, fully clothed in pants and a sweater.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Was the boy going to come confront him about this? How humiliating. How the hell was he supposed to talk to this guy, what was he supposed to say … 'Hi there my name is Heero. I just found out I must be gay because your ass gave me wood like I've never had before in my life. Nice weather we're having?' Fuck he was screwed and so not in the way he wanted to be screwed by that boy. Shit he was gay.

"Heero could you come down here a minute?" Was that his mother? Oh fuck she sounded a little angry, but then again she always sounded a little angry. Maybe that's where he got it? Maybe it was a Japanese thing? His father was American and he didn't seem to share in their problem. Then again maybe it was just a he and his mother thing. What the hell was he thinking? He had to get down there quick, if he took too much time that would seem suspicious. He stood up and groaned at the very obvious bulge in the front of his pants. He fixed himself so that it was less noticeable and pushed his glasses back into place, because for some reason they had slipped halfway down his nose. Then he ran downstairs, or at least, walked very quickly. He came to a stop at the bottom stair where his mother and father stood speaking with the new next-door neighbor. He glanced nervously between the members of the little threesome that had gathered around their front door and the boy smiled at him like he was some kind of dungeon master that just got a new torture toy. Oh God, why did that turn him on? His parents frowned at him. Yep they definitely knew. Fuck.

"Heero this our new neighbor, Duo Maxwell. He just moved in this afternoon." His mother introduced him to the neighbor like she assumed he had never seen him before…then the boy, Duo, hadn't told? What was going on?

"Heero don't be so rude, introduce yourself." His father chimed in. He stepped off the last step and outstretched his right hand, which he realized at that exact moment was the same one he had been stroking himself through his pants with. But Duo took it confidently and Heero's body temperature rose a few degrees. God the guy's skin really was just like silk, now if he could just touch that hair. He was disappointed to find that it had been braided again. He realized that he was staring and holding the boy's hand and that his parents were watching so he quickly let his hand drop.

"Heero Yuy, it's a pleasure." He said his usual introduction in his usual monotone. He wondered if any of the nerves he felt showed at all. Many people had told him that his facial expression absolutely never changed.

"I'm sure it was." Duo answered back cryptically, but Heero knew exactly what he was talking about. It was Duo's way of saying. 'Yes I saw you, and I know exactly what you were doing.' Heero's parents didn't catch the response though and his mother plowed away.

"Duo was wondering if there was anyone here who could show him around a bit since he's new to the neighborhood and well he looks about your age Heero so I figured you could." Heero nodded to his mother. Of course Duo had known that Heero lived here and had known that his mother would suggest he do it if the boy asked. So what did Duo really want from him? He snuck a nervous glance at the boy and found a pair of unusually violet eyes staring right back at him. God everything about this boy was different and turned him on. He was never going to get rid of his erection at this rate.

"Good, you boys have fun." She sounded just a little too cheerful. Was it really that rare of an occasion that he left the house? Yes, he supposed it was. His father nodded to him, then he and Duo set off into the night.

"Do you wanna' take my car?" Heero asked trying to pretend the whole peep show thing had never happened and just be cool around the guy. For God's sake Duo Maxwell just screamed cool. At least he wasn't in one of his usual geekness outfits that he wore for school. He was in his workout pants and a regular T-shirt. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Duo scanning his body every once in a while, which made him really nervous and he didn't know why. He had seen the guy in a thong after all. Well so much for pretending like that had never happened.

"Nah, let's take my car. I like to drive." There was something suggestive about the way Duo had said that, but Heero couldn't for the life of him figure out why. So they crossed yards and headed over to Duo's convertible, a rather expensive looking car for someone who couldn't be much older than Heero himself. He wondered if the guy had really rich parents or something. After all this was a pretty nice neighborhood the boy had just bought a house from. Duo unlocked the door for Heero with the remote on his key-chain and Heero slid into the tan leather passenger seat, reveling in the way it cushioned around his body. Duo hopped in next to him and winked at him. Heero just stared at the boy, how do you respond to that? The braided boy just grinned then gunned his engine to life looking expectantly at Heero. The half-Japanese teen assumed he was supposed to be impressed with the sound the car made, since most boys his age actually knew something about cars. Higher order derivatives he knew, cars he did not. So he nodded like he understood and Duo smirked back at him then whipped out of the driveway at least 20 mph faster than he should have. Yep this guy just screamed cool.

"So Heero what do you do for fun around here?" Duo asked after about ten minutes of aimless driving during which Heero hadn't said a word and had just sat there nervously wondering if he should apologize already for what he so obviously got caught doing. Oh crap, it had to be that kind of question didn't it? This was worse than filling out that stupid yearbook page. And he had thought his life couldn't get any worse. He briefly considered lying to make himself sound cool. Then he considered it for longer than briefly. And finally, after looking over at the cool way Duo held the steering wheel and the gearshift (Heero drove an automatic), he decided that lying was definitely the best course of action in this situation.

"You know the usual, hit a few parties hang out with the gang. There's not much to do in town so you just kinda' gotta' make your own fun. Random acts of juvenile delinquency and all that jazz." He said and hoped to God it didn't sound as lame as he thought it had. Duo nodded approvingly and smirked at the last comment. Heero let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Duo thought he had been joking around with the stupid jazz comment, thank God. And at least the gun in his pants had finally gone away.

"So what kind of parties do you go to?" Duo asked innocently. Ah fuck, there were different kinds? How is it possible that he had never been to anything but a birthday party in his whole life? What was he supposed to say now? 'Oh you know the Scooby Doo or occasional Star Wars themed ones, maybe a chocolate cake maybe strawberry.' God could he get any more pathetic?

"You know the…regular kind." Oh yeah, smooth.

"I mean like drinking, non-drinking, kinds of music?" Duo asked and gave him a weird look. Fuck.

"You know, same old-same old, loud music and beer." Ack did his voice just crack? God he hoped not. But Duo was still staring at him with that weird look, like he was the Bizarro version of Superman. Shit, the jig was up. Once a geek always a geek.

They turned down some dark alley that was close to his neighborhood and the crazy thought struck Heero that he didn't know Duo at all. Maybe he was going to kill him for peeking at him like that. 'Or maybe he's going to fuck you silly?' A more primitive and horny part of his brain whispered. Duo parked the car but left the engine running and the lights on.

"What do you really do for fun, Heero?" And the way Duo had said his name almost instantly brought back his hard on. 'Jack off to the sight of my naked neighbors,' was the random thought that entered his head and he almost groaned at how one-tracked his mind had become lately. Damn, Duo had to just go and see right through his pathetic little act. Probably thought he was the biggest idiot ever. And for some reason that three-note Packman song of death played in his mind. Game fucking over. He was nervous as hell, but he knew he had to do it. So the truth it was then, always the last resort.

"I'm not really the right person to ask, I'm just about the biggest geek in school. I have no idea what people do for fun in this town, I don't even think I know the meaning of the word." He ended his little speech with his head down and his fists clenched a little. He was so close to having one person in this world not think of him as a total loser. Wait, was he forgetting the fact that the boy had seen him getting off to his naked body? How could he have forgotten that? The boy, of course, already knew he was a loser. 'So then no harm done I guess.' Heero thought bitterly, but Duo was smiling at him in that way that made Heero feel like a steak dinner and nearly caused his pants to tent.

"That's hard to believe. You're really cute. I wish I could see what you looked like without the glasses. You're eyes look like they have an unusual color but the glasses obscure it." Duo said casually. Freeze-frame, rewind. Yep Duo had definitely said he was cute…shit.

"When I was really little I used to overhear people telling my parents that I was quote unquote (and yes he did the finger quotes, god he was a nerd) a gorgeous child but had eyes that could scare the devil. So when I was old enough I started lying to my parents telling them that I went to the optometrist and he said I needed glasses. So now every once in a while I'll go visit the good doctor and really take a trip to the mall and buy non-corrective lenses to, well, lessen the effect. It gets me out of the house and they never check into it. I don't think they really care what I do as long as I go to a good college" He took a breath, he wasn't used to speaking so much of his own free will. In debate they were practiced speeches and he didn't have to think about what he was saying. "My eyes are just blue though, nothing unique like yours…" Oh shit had he said that part out loud? Duo was smirking so he must have.

" I mean…" Ahh fuck it, and he just gave up. He had really talked way more than he was used to already. What was it about this guy that he suddenly couldn't shut up?

"Oh darling do tell me about my eyes." Duo said in a dramatic southern accent while batting his eyelashes like one of the women in those old cartoons, Popeye or something. He didn't think Olive Oil had been very attractive, Popeye hade been kind of cute though. Oh God, he had always been gay.

"They almost look violet. Are they really?" He asked and Duo smiled leeringly at him.

"Yeah." It was a very breathy 'yeah' and Duo had leaned over in his earlier eye batting display so that now his breath brushed Heero's cheek. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck this was going to be a long night.

"Well they're…" Damn be at loss for words now Heero, perfect timing.

"What? Exotic? Sexy?" Duo rolled his eyes like he had heard it a thousand times, and he probably had the guy was gorgeous. But there was a little bitterness in there too that Heero didn't understand.

"No…I mean yes…I mean yes but that's not what I was going to say." He sighed. What the hell was he saying? Did he just tell Duo his eyes were sexy? Well they were, but he shouldn't have told him that. He had just got caught jacking off to the boy's ass after all. God, he was no good at this. Were they flirting? He didn't know, he had never flirted before in his life.

"I was going to say they're complicated. Your eyes are complicated." He said awkwardly. Heero wasn't sure what he had said but Duo suddenly looked very confused then a real genuine smile spread on his face. Heero couldn't breath and he was blushing and he had the damn near irresistible urge to kiss those gorgeous lips but of course he didn't. Duo was way too far out of his league. The entire fucking earth's population was out of his league, there was no way in hell he could kiss someone like Duo. But man he really wanted to.

"I don't think I've ever been called complicated in my life. Difficult sure, stubborn of course but…Heero why don't you take off the glasses." Heero fiddled uncomfortably with a loose lock of hair and caught Duo staring softly as his fingers twirled the offending strands that were poking his eye. His hair was getting too long. He supposed he would have to cut it soon.

"I'd really rather not." He said stiffly and Duo just laughed, it was a hearty sound that went straight to Heero's heart …and dick. Hey he was a seventeen year old guy, geek or not, everything went to his dick.

"With everything I'm going to make you take off tonight I think your glasses are the least of your worries." Duo laughed again and Heero's eyes bugged out at him.

"Wh…what?" Hmmm…in one moment his vocabulary had gone from quite extensive to consisting of a single word. Damn Duo messed with his head.

"You didn't think I was going to let you get away with watching me did you?" So he had definitely been caught. But Duo didn't sound angry, just amused. Still all this talk about him taking stuff off didn't bode well.

"I wasn't watching you. I was just walking by and was surprised to see someone in the house. My neighbors were supposed to be very old and they were supposed to have moved away a week ago." Duo's grin had been slowly growing during Heero's entire explanation and by the end the Japanese boy knew he was done for. It was that hungry wolf grin again but Heero was already too nervous for it to matter. Damn he needed to get better at bullshitting.

"Sure Heero whatever you say. But the fact remains that you saw me naked and I think I deserve to see you naked in return." Duo leered closer to him, his breath ghosting across Heero's neck. Fuck.

"What?" Heero asked. Yeah that's right, president of the debate club.

"Did you like what you saw?" Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Hells yes he had liked it. It had fucking turned him gay. Or brought out his hidden inner gayness. Or whatever the hell had happened. All he knew was that oh fuck yeah he had liked what he saw. But what he said was:

"I don't know." For some reason this made Duo smirk even more. Or maybe it was the very obvious bulge in his pants. He didn't know but it was all damn humiliating yet he was still unbelievably turned on.

"Get out of the car." Duo whispered. What the fuck?

Never the less ten minutes later Heero Yuy found himself standing in front of Duo's car, headlights beaming right on him, in nothing but a pair of worn blue boxer shorts. He was freezing and embarrassed as hell and Duo was getting out of the car and walking over to him. Fuck this night couldn't get any worse.

"So you must work out quite a bit." Duo commented offhandedly as he circled around Heero, examining him like a lion would its prey. Heero could even see that wild mass of unbound hair in his mind's eye and it suddenly reminded him an awful lot of a lion's mane.

"I do Tai Kwon Do, Karate, and yoga." God now if that didn't scream Gay Asian he didn't know what did. How is it possible that he just now figured out he liked man-ass? Yoga…why had he mentioned his yoga? Duo kept eyeing him appreciatively.

"You know I do Yoga too. Maybe I could join your class? I've been looking for a place to sign up around here." 'Yeah that would be great,' Heero thought, 'then I can sport a hard on all through that too.' And thinking about Duo in all those flexible poses was not helping his current situation at all damn it. Luckily he still had his clothes in his hands, which he firmly held in front of his crotch. For some reason, before he could stop himself, he asked the question that had just popped into his mind when Duo had mentioned going to Yoga.

"Duo are you gay?" The braided boy seemed a little shocked but didn't let his grin fall. It just stopped reaching his eyes and Heero instantly regretted his words.

"Isn't it obvious? Yes Heero I'm gay. Does that bother you?" Duo peeked out with violet eyes from beneath chestnut bangs. It wasn't a shy look but more like he was trying to hide the fact that he was watching Heero's reactions.

"No not at all." 'Especially since I've just recently discovered I'm gay too thanks your fucking hot ass.' But what he said was: "Two of my best friends are gay and dating and the other one is bi and obsessed with porn." He didn't know why he had thrown that last little bit in, you just had to say it when you spoke about Wufei otherwise it just wasn't Wufei. He noticed Duo had flinched at the word porn and he regretted ever bringing up fucking Wufei.

"I don't ever watch it with him, he has his own pornies for that." Heero got out hastily. Duo laughed and snorted at the word 'pornies.' Heero felt his heart surge. Making the boy laugh had now become number one on his favorite things to do list.

"Are you gay Heero?" Duo asked and he was suddenly very close. Heero felt his body reacting to Duo's presence, shit he was going to have a tent in his pants all night, that is, if he ever got his pants back.

"I uhh…uh. Yep and the town's newspaper had said he was the most eloquent youth they had ever had in the history of the forensics society. He was really living up to that title tonight wasn't he?

"I think you should take off your underwear." To this Heero could only sputter for a while before he finally managed a feeble:

"But you were wearing underwear." Which sounded way too much like a whiny little kid for his liking.

"But my underwear are much more revealing. I think you should take these (and this word was punctuated by Duo snapping the elastic of Heero's boxers) off, before I go right back to your house and inform your dear mother and father of what their son has been doing in his room lately." Duo smiled and it was the single most evil and terribly erotic thing Heero had ever seen in his life. How could this boy have so many different smiles? Heero didn't think he even had one. Heero handed his clothes over to Duo's outstretched hand and gripped the waistband of his underwear, trying to obscure Duo's view of his huge erection at the same time. He paused for a second and took a deep breath, trying to sum up the courage to do this when the conversation that would take place if he didn't passed through his thoughts.

'Mom, Dad, I can explain. Yes I was masturbating to the sight of my naked male next-door neighbor, but I mean just look at his ass and those legs and that hair and those eyes. Just look at him. Can you really blame me?'

And off came the underwear. He still tried to cover himself with his hands, after all Duo had had at least some cover in that area and he really didn't want the boy to see how hard he was. Duo finally sauntered over, swinging Heero's boxers around his finger, after just staring at him for what felt like eternity but was probably more like a minute. Fucking long minute though. Heero glanced nervously at his torturer and noticed the very intent direction of those violet eyes. He looked down and found that he was doing a horrible job of covering himself up. He readjusted and Duo just smiled that wicked smile at him.

"Guess you did like what you saw." He whispered in Heero's ear. "I like what I see too." Oh fuck he was gonna' come right there on the street.

"Can I have my clothes back now?" He asked, a little more shakily than he would have liked.

"Sure, if you can get them." Heero stared very confused as Duo retreated to the car, threw the clothes in and shifted the gear out of park. 'Oh Shit.' was Heero's final thought before Duo took off down the street. He scared the bejeezes out of Heero when it looked like he was just going to drive over him but swerved out of the way at the last minute. Then he continued driving along at a pace that Heero could just barely keep up with and never really catch up to.


So that's the beggining...what did I tell you, smut. oh well, thanks for reading! Love you all!