That area of tanned skin was just beckoning to him, singing to him, teasing him and he could do nothing to satisfy his urges. It just wouldn't do to maul his significant other while in such polite company.
The group of old friends were at Quatre's enjoying the summer day with a casual barbeque, some sporting games and lazy chat. After a couple of rough and tumble games of what could only be described as a mix of rugby, football and wrestling the group had decided to rest on the patio and have a catch-up. At the moment Quatre was trying to make Wufei understand how challenging women on a date to produce an opinion on the current political climate and then punching holes the size of a colony in their argument would not get him laid.
But the conversation failed to detract Duo's attention from the glorious, tanned circle of skin in his vision. From his frequent stays on Howard's ships and Preventer bases Duo had spent quite a large amount of time surrounded by men. Conversations regularly centred on a man's 'thing'. Not a man's dick (though that was up in the air for conversation frequently too) but the thing that just drives a man to distraction. Duo knew a man who would do anything for a woman who had beautiful toes that were painted with red polish. He also knew a man who would work relentlessly to bed every red head within a five-mile radius, male or female. Duo had an encounter with a man who could not resist the sight of the small dimples at the small of the back peeking over a waistband of jeans, so much so that he regularly had a red hand imprint on his person; Duo forewent the slap option for a more straight forward punch in the nose. There are the obvious 'things' such as the butt, chest, legs and face but Duo found it was the out of the ordinary 'thing' that tickled his own fancy.
For example, feet in socks were an odd one of his but, conflictingly, another was a man barefoot in jeans. He was also regularly riveted to the sight of a man's forearms when partnered with rolled up white shirtsleeves. Right now it was his third and lesser well-known fancy taking up his attention.
"What are you staring at so hard?" murmured Trowa who failed to see what it was about Yuy's legs that fascinated his friend so. Not to say that Yuy didn't have good legs but with the style of jeans on they weren't on display to their best advantage.
Before Trowa could get his answer Duo casually stood and wandered towards Heero's seat and as he neared Heero's gaze drifted from Quatre to the smirking man approaching him.
Trowa watched bemused as Duo leaned down to whisper something in Heero's ear and noticed that while one hand balanced on Heero's armrest the other landed on Heero's knee. The knee that innocently peeked through torn old denim.