How Do You Feel About Peaches?
Duo sighed as he leaned against the bedroom window sill, arms casually folded across his chest. He always seemed to do this whenever he needed to dry his hair-he'd read something in a magazine long ago about how "fresh, natural air was the best for your hair", as if there was any other type of oxygen in the air of the colonies. He shivered as a breeze blew up the back of his muscle shirt.
"Hey, Heero..."
Heero glanced over to Duo as he ruffled his hair with a towel.
"What're you planning to do with the rest of your life?"
Heero threw the towel onto the comforter of the bed, styled his hair with his fingers. Unlike Duo, Heero's hair required very little maintenance.
"What do you mean?"
Duo shrugged. "You know. Personal life-wise."
Heero threw a shirt on. Today was their day off, so he didn't need anything fancy, just a plain t-shirt.
"What are you getting at, Duo?" Heero said, and Duo swore Heero rolled his eyes. "I thought our relationship was fine."
"Don't go jumping to conclusions." Duo shifted. "Our relationship is perfectly fine-now."
Heero dropped his jeans on the bed with a sigh and gave Duo his full attention.
"Speak plainly instead of beating around the bush."
"Where do you see our relationship heading?" Duo looked out the window to the streets below. There were two kids enjoying the sunshine in the house across the street, and he found them more interesting than trying to decode the look on his boyfriend's face.
"...I've never thought about it," Heero muttered.
"What do you want?" Duo asked. "Do you want the end result to be us growing old together while talking about shit we did in our youth as we rock in our rocking chairs on our front porch?"
"We don't have a front porch."
"That's not the point." Duo ran a hand through his hair.
"So what is the point?" Heero sat down on the bed, ended up half-sitting on his jeans. "Why are you asking me these things at eight-thirty in the morning?" Why are you asking me these questions at all?
"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with someone or are you gonna eventually get tired of me and move on to someone else and then that's the end of everything? We'd end up as coworkers and nothing more."
Heero found the carpet immensely interesting. He had no answer. Duo sighed.
"It's not something I think about."
"Well then," said Duo, as he left his place on the window sill, "why don't we go and ask ZERO?"
Eyes still trained on the carpet, Heero responded, "I don't think ZERO could give you an answer."
"I have another question to ask you, and maybe you'll have a better answer this time."
Heero cocked an eyebrow.
Duo produced a single, perfectly ripened peach from the pocket of his pants.
"How do you feel about gettin' married?" He offered the peach to Heero, and Heero wasn't sure if he should take it or not.
"You can't be serious."
Duo laughed. "I can be from time to time, you know. So what's it gonna be, Heero? Yes or no? To take the peach or throw it out the window?"
Heero felt like telling Duo he could take the peach and shove it somewhere unpleasant, but it was too early in the morning for that sort of thing. Instead, he stared at the peach, reveled in the softness of the fuzz-covered skin and how that would feel in his hand, before looking into Duo's face.
"Well?"
Heero scoffed. "Only if you bite it first."
"You'll take it if I bite it first?"
Heero nodded. Duo grinned.
"Well, don't mind if I do!"
Instead of Duo biting the peach, he tackled Heero and gave him a love bite before biting the peach and kissing him after.
