Warnings: shonen ai, yaoi, bad language, possible lime/lemon in the future
Spoilers: none; AU
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4/3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything like that. The only thing I own is the mediocre plot of this yaoi story.
Summary: A story of the choir queer in us all. Duo and Quatre go to a university choir camp to shape up their voices for their last state choir auditions. But how could you go to a choir camp and not find at least one hunk with a voice that could melt you like butter. Enter Heero and Trowa, choir singers with the voices of angels...or perhaps devils.
"blah blah blah" talking
'bleh blee bloo' thinking/ musing
Chapter 1
"Holy crap, Kat! We're here! We're finally here!" Duo shouted as he pulled his SUV into the parking garage of the University.
"Duo, it's only been 20 minutes," Quatre explained, "I'm just as excited as you, but you need to settle down just a tad bit. I'm not sure Gundam University is ready for a hyper Duo Maxwell." Smirking after his little joke to his long time and best friend from Greenhills High School.
"I know I'm a little hyper right now Kat, but I just can't help it!" Duo was squirming like a newborn puppy. 'Quatre just doesn't get it; I've been waiting to go to this camp since I signed up for it in April. It's my senior year and I've come so close to making state I was an alternate for cryin' out loud! This year I'm going to make it into the top choir and blow everyone else out of the water! I know this camp will be the key to winning my chair into that state mixed choir!' As Duo started thinking about his chances in the competition his normally talkative mouth closed into a line of seriousness.
Quatre was a little concerned about his friend, "Hey, are you gonna be ok?"
Of course, being the kind of person he is, Duo put his jesters mask up and waved it off. "Of course I'll be fine Kat!"
They both got out of the car and started heading over to the building were orientation would be. Quatre noticed that they still had about half an hour to kill before orientation; Duo was a little nervous so felt the need to be a little early.
"Yowza! Kat, look at all of the fresh meat." Duo elbowed Quatre as he felt a little pink ting his cheeks. "Come on Kat, you know you wanna ogle them, I mean we're at a choir camp for cryin' out loud. You might as well call it a hot guy convention. There are only four reasons why guys join choir. 1) They have a natural talent for singing and would like to develop it, 2) they're drama mamas and feel they need to create a talent for attention, 3) they needed the fine arts credit to graduate, or my personal favorite, 4) they're as gay as spring time!"
Quatre just giggled, shaking his head at his friends somewhat accurate deduction. "You're crazy sometimes Duo."
Duo just continued on with his railing, "Now personally, I would have to say I'm a mix of numbers one and four with...maybe a dash of two."
"Just a dash?" Quatre challenged, fighting the urge to just full out laugh at his friend's antics.
"Honey, with a body like this," He gave his tight little ass a slap, "I don't need to make a talent to get attention." Giving his friend a little playful seductive look.
Quatre just leaned on a nearby wall of the hallway they were in and clutched his sides as his laughter reverberated off the walls.
A/N: Okay, this was my first story and I hope you all liked it. Depending on how many reviews I get I'll keep going with the story...SO PLEASE REVIEW! THE BUTTON IS RIGHT DOWN THERE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!