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The Heero Look
2x1
Chapter 2
"Christ," Heero sputtered as he, once again, found himself slammed back into his door.
He'd almost tripped over Duo who was exercising by doing a set of push-ups in the hallway. His large body practically filled the hallway and Heero could smell the tangy scent of sweat, deodorant and an invigorating aroma that had to be uniquely Duo.
Heero gulped loudly.
"Mornin'," Duo said rising up and down one last time before coming to his knees. He wiped an arm across his brow before standing to full height in front of him.
Heero laid a hand on his chest to calm his heart as his eyes followed Duo's every move. The man in front of him was damn near naked by all accounts. His awesome length of hair was piled high atop his head but tendrils had escaped and lay damp with sweat against his face. His eyes were bright and dancing while his cheeks were flushed from exertion. His generous lips were moist and slightly parted as his breath whispered in and out rhythmically.
Duo's chest was gleaming with sweat. His shoulders were so broad and built. God, his body was amazing. Droplets of perspiration were falling from his hairless chest down to his washboard abs. Heero knew he'd never attain abs like that, though he never really wanted them, they would've looked peculiar on his slight body but on Duo… it was like he stepped right out of a Playgirl Magazine. Not that Heero actually looked at those…
Heero looked at the man's navel and had a sudden, intense urge to run his tongue along the side of it.
The hand that was calming his heart moved up to wrap around his neck, a weak attempt at restraining his runaway thoughts.
Jesus but the man was fine. He had on a pair of bright red, nylon running shorts that were a tad too small. They were slung around his narrow hips and riding dangerously low. Was he even wearing underwear?
Heero shook his head slightly.
No, he couldn't be because he could see everything without the slightest bit of trouble. He was clearly very well endowed and Heero felt a dark heat settle on his neck and work its way up to his cheeks at the thoughts.
"G-Good Morning," Heero's mind finally supplied and he cleared his throat.
"Guess I startled you again. Whoops," he said unapologetically and Heero could see as much. "I make it a habit of exercising early every morning but I really enjoy running."
"Oh, and you uh went this morning?" 'Keep it simple and boring,' he thought as his eyes strayed up to the ceiling. He made a conscious effort to look anywhere but the luscious body in front of him. 'Hm, I wonder when Lily is going to get around to changing that light bulb. Maybe I should offer to change it myself…'
"On the beach," Duo said interrupting his thoughts, "have you ever been?"
"Ah, a few times, yes. Not as much as I would like though," he confessed after a moment.
"Well we gotta fix that. You should come running with me sometime."
Heero ignored the invitation and changed the subject. "Uh aren't you supposed to be taking it easy…you know…for your shoulder?"
"Nah," Duo shook his head with that damned crooked smile. "Different muscles workin'."
"I see," he really didn't.
"Really didn't mean to startle you this morning," he repeated from earlier, "I would've done this in my room but there's not much space to walk around let alone exercise. Haven't really gotten around to unpacking yet," he gestured to his partially open door.
Heero leaned around his impressive body to look inside and saw the boxes and suitcases lying around haphazardly.
"It's okay," he said quickly trying to beat a hasty retreat before his eyes found something else to observe. "Well uh bye."
He started down the hall but a soft call compelled him to turn around, "Mr. Yuy?"
"Hm, yes?" He answered.
"Do you know the correct way to do push-ups?"
Heero shook his head, "No I don't really…um, no I don't."
Duo smiled crookedly, "Well, when one exercises by doing pushups, it's best to have extra weight added."
Heero's face grew puzzled. "Extra weight?"
"Yeah, you know like a person…lying on your back. Maybe you could help me with that sometime…"
Heero's brows furrowed as he wasn't quite sure what Duo was getting at but then the image of himself lying on top of Duo's large, muscular frame sprang to his mind. His cheeks swam with color.
"Hm," Duo hummed from down the hallway, "I guess not."
"Jerk," he muttered beneath his breath and continued his way down the steps.
Heero walked into the kitchen and toasted himself a bagel, dressing it with a liberal amount of butter and cream cheese before pouring himself a small glass of orange juice and briefly considered eating his meal in his room before deciding against it. He had no desire to run into the ape upstairs twice in only a few minutes so he opted to take a seat at the dining room table. As he took a bite of his bagel, he grabbed a nearby pen and began to doodle on his napkin.
"Hey, that's not half bad," a warm, mellow voice said next to his ear.
Heero jumped to the ceiling.
"Don't do that," he hissed. His heart couldn't take much more of this.
"Damn, did it again, huh?" His chuckle resonated through Heero's chest and he tried his damnedest not to shiver in delight.
Heero turned to glare and noticed he'd changed from his devilish attire from before to a raggedy t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His large, tanned arms were exposed as was his team mascot, faded from past washes. A pair of loose drawstring shorts that fell to his knees adorned his bottom half.
"Do you know where Aunt Lily is?"
Heero yanked his eyes from Duo bare, twinkling toes and shook his head. "I'm not sure, probably grocery shopping."
Duo hummed and nodded before scratching his head, his hair was still piled atop it messily but it didn't take away from his beauty one bit. In fact, Heero would think it added to it. "Thanks," he said before walking into the kitchen.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, that wasn't too bad," Heero mumbled before finishing off his bagel and doodles.
A few minutes later, Duo poked his head through the swinging door and held it open. He stood with a sheepish grin on his face.
Heero lifted a smooth brow. "Something I can help you with, Mr. Maxwell?"
"Um, do you know where Auntie stores the Poptarts? She said she bought a box for me awhile ago but I can't find them."
"Did you look in the cabinets?"
He nodded, "The first place."
Heero sighed before gathering his dishes and getting up. He walked through the door that Duo held open for him and placed his dishes in the sink. "Sometimes she doesn't get to put everything away at once so she'll leave them in a bag in the pantry." Heero opened the side door next to the stove and turned on the light, illuminating the large pantry.
Duo stood in the doorway, shoulders almost touching each side as he watched the other man search for his breakfast. "Man this place really brings back memories," he said after a few silent moments. "When I was younger, my family and I used to come to Aunt Lily's every summer, faithfully."
"Is that so," came the bored response.
Duo didn't notice and continued. "Sure did, I wasn't lying when I said Aunt Lily's my favorite," he chuckled to himself as he thought of one particular memory. "I swear I have a story for each room in this house…like this pantry, my brothers and I used to camp out in here but only when my parents were away. She used to gives us pillows, blankets and like four flashlights that we'd arrange into a circle and that would be our fire. For one whole night, we'd pig out on everything we could reach in here whether it was a can of sardines, cookies, peanuts…you name it, we ate it."
Heero's ears perked up as Duo spoke of his childhood memories and he smiled while his back was still turned. "You must have had a great childhood," he said wistfully.
Duo frowned at the other tenants back, instantly picking up on the longing in his voice. "Yeah, I did."
Silence reigned in the storeroom and Heero chanced a peak behind him to see Duo staring at him with such an intensity that he quickly turned around and went back to the task. "Um…Lily never told me you have any brothers," Heero said bent at the waist, as he checked a few paper bags lying on the floor.
Duo decided to let the comment slide but made a mental note to try and weasel some information out of his aunt later. He nodded shortly, "Yeah I have two younger brothers. Mikhail, he's in the middle, owns his own body shop down in Florida."
Heero bit his lip against a small smile as he turned around again, "I used to live down in Florida before moving up North when I was eighteen."
"No kiddin'." Duo smiled disarmingly and Heero felt his own smile grow. "Nice place, that Florida. I always have a good time down there."
Heero nodded, "And your other brother?"
"Ashton, he's the baby and still in college. He goes to Yale, actually, studying to be a lawyer."
Heero nodded approvingly. "Very impressive."
"We all thought so," he smiled as he thought about his family. "My parents were ecstatic and couldn't stop bragging…I don't think they've stopped yet, either. Needless to say they're pretty proud. Oldest is in the NFL, middle has a very successful business of his own and youngest goes to an ivy league school to become a big shot lawyer."
Heero chuckled though he felt a pang of jealously. He was an only child and had always wished for a large family and siblings of his own.
On a bottom shelf in the far, back corner he finally located the box of Poptarts. He stood up and turned, thrusting them into Duo's hands. "Here you are."
"This is it?" He said staring down at the lonely box with a frown.
Heero placed a hand on his baggy clothed covered hip. "What? That's not enough for you?"
"I'm a very hard man to please, Mr. Yuy. I find that food is just one of the many unquenchable thirsts I have." His eyes roved over Heero's hideous clothing before coming to stare into his large glasses.
It amazed Heero how this man could go from being a sensible human being to an oppressive dick in three seconds flat.
"Why, hello there, Mr. Yuy," a voice sounded behind Duo and he jumped in surprise while Heero sighed in relief.
"Mr. Lewis, how are you today?" Heero squeezed between Duo and the door, careful not to touch him, to get into the kitchen.
"Just dandy, beautiful day outside." The postman smiled, brown eyes twinkling. He rummaged through his faded blue sack to bring out a heap of mail that was held together by a thick rubber band. "Don't look too shocked Mr. Yuy, it's mostly junk mail and magazines."
"Oh, that's good," Heero smiled politely.
"You be sure to tell my gal I said hello," Mr. Lewis winked before leaving through the side door in the kitchen.
"Will do," Heero called after him. He dropped the mail onto the pale green island counter-top in the middle of the kitchen and began to sort through it, unaware he was being studied.
At first, Duo hadn't known who the strange man in his aunt's kitchen had been and stayed close to Mr. Yuy by slowly inching his way behind him. He kept silent through the exchange but kept his eyes focused on the other resident.
This was fast becoming his favorite past time.
Mr. Yuy was unlike anyone he'd ever had the fortune, or misfortune, of coming in contact with. The clothes he wore were baffling and unsightly and gave no inclination as to the form beneath. Duo was a proud leg and ass man; he could see neither from Mr. Yuy.
This morning he was wearing a long, paint spattered white shirt that was quite baggy with long, dark brown slacks that were a few sizes too big. This outfit was held together by a long, slender rope he'd tied loosely around his waist.
A friggin' piece of rope!
Without a doubt this man was in dire need of…something. Duo didn't know whether it should start with his clothes or his hair. It was set straight back by gel and there wasn't a hair out of place. The color was still a mystery to him, it was quite dark but he wouldn't call it black. In the light, it looked to be some sort of brown. And it was quite shiny although he didn't know if it was from the massive load of gel he slapped on it.
And it smelled good, too. Damned good. It seemed like every time he entered a room he was in or had just vacated, he could smell the delicious scent of his hair care products. The scent of his shampoo did strange things to his body and made his heart race like no other.
Duo Maxwell has been turned on by many things in his life, but shampoo hadn't been one of them.
Until now.
'I wonder what kind of shampoo he uses,' he thought to himself. Duo doubted the young man would spend an excessive amount of money on simple shampoo. Then again…he had nothing else to splurge on which was readily apparent from his wardrobe.
And what the hell was with those glasses? He'd thought glasses like those had died with the poofy hair and slouch socks from back in the eighties. The damn things needed to be burned immediately and if he ever got his hands on them, he'd…
Wait! Duo halted himself. Why was he standing there, wasting his time speculating on the things that made the homely Mr. Yuy?
Damn! Could it have been that long since he'd seen some action? Maybe that was the problem…yeah, that's it. He must be so horny, so in need of a good lay that he was fixating on the boring, and hideously clothed Mr. Yuy.
'Maybe Tro could send me one of those plastic dolls through the mail,' he chuckled to himself before dismissing it entirely. He didn't come to Virginia to fuck around and do the same ol', same ol' he did back in North Carolina. He'd come here to let his shoulder heal properly and rid himself of all the things distracting him. He came to focus on what was important.
Football.
His career.
His life.
Mr. Yuy was constantly on his mind for the simple reason that they lived together and would obviously be around each other a great deal. Duo knew he wouldn't be getting any action any time soon so what would a few harmless fantasies hurt? And besides, he was cute in that weird – helpless – nerd sort of way.
Thinking back to the morning where they'd bump into each other brought a sly smile to his face. The pushups in the hallway had been slightly intentional but he hadn't all out lied, there was hardly any room in his apartment to do the exercises and bumping into Mr. Yuy had only been wishful thinking.
He snorted as he continued thinking, 'The poor man almost had a heart attack. Wonder if he's ever stopped acting so fucking uptight and actually had a little fun?'
"Is there any reason as to why you are breathing down my neck like a stuck pig, Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo started for a moment. "Just seeing if there's anything for me, is all."
He rolled his eyes, "You've been here for what, thirty-six hours? I highly doubt there would be any-," Heero stopped suddenly and gasped. There, on the cover of one of the magazines he was holding, was a picture of himself posing wantonly over the body of another.
He was wearing a pair of black, bikini-style Versace underwear with his firm, round bottom high in the air as he advanced on his prey. His body had been bathed and slathered with oil that made it shimmer in the studio lights. His face was inclined towards the camera, eyes half lidded and smoldering against his dark skin. His mouth was closed but straight, sparkling white teeth were digging into the pink fullness of his bottom lip.
His hair was standing on end but so rumpled that you could just imagine what had to be done to get it that way. He held himself over the man's legs with one hand buried in the male model's thick, golden locks and the other on his chest, seemingly holding him down.
The ad screamed sex and Heero had remembered working two days straight to finish the twelve page spread they'd required him to do.
When Heero had just turned seventeen, he'd defied his mother's wishes and got a tattoo. The tattoo was inked on his back, right above right butt cheek. It read in Latin, 'Beauty on the inside…' Heero had loved it on sight but his mother, typically, hated it and went through many pains to get it airbrushed out in photo shoots, although sometimes the photographer wanted the tattoo in the pictures. And for this photo shoot, the photographer had wanted it.
This particular ad was captioned, "DO YOU DARE…" and Heero remembered gathering a hefty sum for his efforts. He also remembered being miserable in the hot studio with hardly anything to eat and people constantly touching him, positioning him this way and that.
"Pretty hot."
Heero suddenly remembered where he was and slapped the magazine against his chest to hide it. "Y-Yes it is…I've got to get back to work," he stuttered but a heavy hand on his shoulder halted him.
"What? Is it too much for you, Mr. Yuy?" Duo teased and deftly snatched the magazine from his grasp. "You know, things like this can really get a man going, ya know? Or on second thought, maybe you don't."
Heero, fed up with his games, snatched the magazine back. "Watch your mouth Mr. Maxwell, you will find the things you say, without thinking may I add, will get you into serious trouble."
Duo's brows raised in humor and confusion as he watched Mr. Yuy stomp off. "Didn't see that one coming."
Damn it.
Heero sighed as he shut the door to his apartment. Had he recognized him? Will he say anything? Heero thought for a moment before calming himself and looked back down at the picture. The man that screamed sex on the cover was different from the man he was now. Physically and mentally; there's no way Duo Maxwell would be intelligent enough to put two and two together.
Or would he?
Either way, Heero knew he had to be more careful. Just as he was thinking of ways to do that, he heard the telephone ring. He placed the magazine on the table before picking up his extension. As soon as he heard the voice on the other end his face split in two.
"Jackie, how are you?"
"Tell me you're hard at work and I'll be over the moon." Jack Carter, also known as Jackie, was a middle aged man who had his own boutique in Washington, D.C. Fashion was his life and he sold only the fabulous and ridiculously expensive to the wealthy socialites of the booming city.
Jack and Heero had met at an exclusive fashion party in the Hamptons a few years ago and had become fast friends. They were frequently seen out and about together and attended many parties with each other. Before Jack made the big move away from New York, he'd told Heero to look him up in D.C and if he ever needed anything, all he had to do was ask.
Heero took him up on that offer almost eight months ago.
"Well, rest assured I am. I've almost finished Mrs. Bane's order and the orders for Mrs. Murphy's two sons."
"When can I expect them, dear?"
Heero hummed thoughtfully, "They should be ready by Friday at the latest."
A clap was heard. "Fabulous darling! That's wonderful news. I've got about four more orders for you."
Heero sat on the floor next to the telephone. "Wow, four more orders? They like my designs that much?"
"Oh honey, do they? You remember Miss Carrington, the wrap skirt with the lilies?"
Heero nodded to himself and spoke for Jackie to hear.
"Well, she's just been referring you like crazy. She can't get enough of her new skirt and I've honestly seen her wear it twice in one week, if you can believe that."
Heero chuckled at Jackie's hushed tone. "That's really great, Jackie."
"Yes, business is simply booming and, I must confess, I splurged a little the other day. There was this exquisite diamond bracelet that I saw in a jewelry store on the boulevard, oh I almost wet myself when I saw the dear thing. I snatched it up quickly and wear it everywhere I go."
"Jackie," Heero laughed, the man was fabulous through and through.
"Anyway, I know I'm keeping you from making your marvelous creations so," he paused dramatically, "I will see you on Friday with the three orders and will give you four more when you leave."
"Correct and I'll be sure to give you a call Thursday night to see if you need anything else."
Jackie was silent for a moment. "You really are a gem, Heero darling, do you know that?"
"Aw Jackie…"
"No, I'm serious babe, you are one in a million. Never have I had the pleasure of meeting someone quite like you. The many other models I've met before were head over heels in love with money and themselves but you, darling, you've got substance and you are definitely going to make it out there. I don't care what that Satan-incarnate woman you call a mother says."
Heero smiled and blinked back a few tears. "You really don't know how good it is to hear someone say that. Thank you Jack."
"Ew, what is this full name business? It's Jackie, honey and don't you forget it."
"Well, of course not," Heero smiled, "it was great talking to you, Jackie."
"You too babe I'll talk to you Thursday and see you Friday." They said their goodbyes and hung up. Just as Heero placed his phone back on the receiver a knock sounded on the door.
The thought of ignoring the knock and hiding under his bed briefly ran through his mind before he dismissed it entirely. The brute of a man would probably stand there pounding on his door until he opened it so he mustered up the strength and heaved himself off the floor. He opened the door to see Duo standing with a crooked smile planted on his handsome face.
"Are you mad at me?"
Heero rolled his eyes, the man was insufferable to say the least but he was just so damn cute. Lily was right, he was a spoiled little brat.
"No, Mr. Maxwell…"
"Duo," he corrected him and watched the young man smile.
"Duo," he tried for the first time and liked it, though he'd rather die than let the other man know that. "I'm not mad at you." He sighed, "I probably shouldn't have snapped at you like that…even if you deserved it."
"Well, good because it was a bit rude of you but I'll forgive you just this once," Duo pushed his way past Mr. Yuy and into the small sitting room, plopping down onto his plush sofa.
Heero sputtered for a moment. "Just wait a minute…"
Duo looked up from his seated position. "What's wrong? I thought we'd be able to talk for a bit. You know, get to know each other a little better."
"Duo, I…" Heero watched as Duo began fiddling with some pencils he'd left on the coffee table. "Don't touch those."
Duo mumbled a 'sorry.'
"Now, I really have a lot to…don't touch that."
Duo had been rifling through his drawing notebook but at his harsh command, stopped with a grin.
Heero placed his hands on his hips and glared through his tinted eyeglasses. "I really have to ask that you…oh, for crying out loud," Heero stomped over to the couch and snatched away a box filled with materials he used for painting away from Duo.
"There you go being rude again."
"Duo, you…"
"You aren't allowing me to touch anything," Duo said looking up at the obviously flustered tenant.
"Well, that's because…"
"Because what? I really don't mean to offend you so why don't you tell me exactly what I can touch," he questioned, biting his bottom lip.
Heero flushed slightly, staring at the way his teeth sunk into his full bottom lip. "Leave, now, Mr. Maxwell."
"Do you have a band-aid?"
"A what?" Heero screeched. This man was clearly unstable.
Duo held up his pointed finger and smiled shyly. "I scraped my finger earlier when I was doing exercises."
"And you wait until now to ask me for a bandage?" Heero shook his head before looking at the long, slightly crooked finger. "I see nothing wrong with your finger."
"You have to look closer," Duo said as he stood up and stopped right in front of him, holding his finger in the air. "See," he inquired, rotating the appendage around.
Duo watched as Mr. Yuy took quick calming breaths. 'He's so easy to rile,' Duo thought with a amusement.
"I'm sure you're aunt has plenty bandages stored somewhere downstairs so if you'll excuse me." Heero looked up into Duo's bright, jeweled eyes.
"I've already checked and couldn't find any."
Heero came to the realization that the man had an answer for everything and wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted.
'Well, he wants a whole lot more but all he's getting from me is a god damned band aid.'
"Fine," he stated simply. He placed down the box of materials he still held in his arms before making his way to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees and opened the cabinet under the sink, quickly locating a small box of colorful band aids. He grabbed a bright green one, closed the cabinet and stood up quickly. He pivoted on his heel only to run into Duo who was standing right behind him.
Heero's hands automatically flew up to brace himself and fell to Duo's steel wall of a chest. He felt Duo's large hands grasp his upper arms gently in an effort to steady him and he gulped loudly before looking up.
Duo looked down at the man in his arms and felt his breath catch. For just a moment, their bodies had come into full contact and Duo had felt everything from chest, to stomach, to thighs.
Mr. Yuy had a soft, yielding body but he wasn't fat. He was quiet slender and compact and suddenly images of finding out just how yielding his body could be swarmed through Duo's head.
Heero broke the contact with a gasp and stepped out of Duo's arms. "Here's your band aid," he said shakily.
"Thanks," he said after a moment of looking down at Heero's pouty lips. "I appreciate it," he nodded as he moved from the doorway of the bathroom and walked back towards the sitting room. He opened the band aid easily before wrapping it around his finger. "Green, huh?"
Heero nodded shortly. "Didn't think neon pink would look very good on you."
"I'm sure just about anything would look good on me," 'like you' he added silently.
"I have a lot of work to do."
"So you say," Duo stared for a moment before walking towards the door. "Thanks again, Ro."
Heero started to wave his hand dismissively before stopping short. "What did you call me?"
"Ro," Duo repeated as if he found out the secret of the lifetime, "That's your name isn't it?" He then pointed to a piece of material that Heero had hanging up to dry in his sitting room. In the corner, was his distinct signature, Ro Y.
Heero didn't know what to say. He and Jackie had fought long and hard as to whether he wanted a signature on his pieces or not. After Jackie threw a major hissy fit, Heero had conceded but decided to only use part of his first name and the first letter of his last.
Guess this Duo Maxwell was a little more astute than Heero gave him credit for.
"I've been wondering over your first name since the moment I met you. It's very unique, distinguishable."
"Yes, my father named me," he found himself saying.
"So since I intend on calling you Ro now you have no choice but to call me Duo." He looked incredibly endearing with a smile that showed a dimple on his right cheek while his bangs fell carelessly into his eyes.
Heero knew it was all an act. He couldn't get too chummy with this one, best to keep it on light and professional terms. They did have to live together.
"For the last time, Mr. Maxwell I have a lot of work to do," he paused just as Duo opened his mouth, "which means I'm busy. You got your band aid and you got my name, I'm sure there's nothing else I can do for you at this point in time."
Duo's light, teasing smile suddenly dropped as his lips pressed together tightly. Was he…being dismissed?
This homely man must be out of his right, natural mind! No one, and he surely meant no one, ever dismissed Duo Maxwell. Duo was the one who did the dismissing.
His displeasure was evident in his voice. "Well excuse me for trying to be a little friendly, I certainly won't hold you and your work up any longer."
Duo stomped to the door and ripped it open, only to slam it shut.
"Prudish jerk," he grumbled as he opened his own door and slammed it shut with just as much ferocity.
"Mr. Maxwell, Mr. Maxwell," he mocked tossing his head from side to side. He grabbed at his braid atop his head and pulled it down, as he began fiddling with the tied end and paced the length of his sitting room.
"He's so uptight, so small minded, so infuriating. What he really needs is a good fucking to loosen whatever he has stuck up his ass," he said crudely and stopped suddenly.
That's it! The poor sap probably had little to no excitement in his life and Duo wouldn't be surprised to find out if he was a virgin. He was certainly acting like one.
"I mean a good-looking guy without preamble walks into his life and will be somewhat of a permanent fixture for a time," he reasoned to himself out loud, "of course he's going to act like an uptight, antisocial little twerp…its natural! He probably has no other idea how to act."
Duo didn't think that Ro would be as inclined to kick him out if he warmed up his cold exterior a bit.
"Hm that's a thought." Thinking of the many things he could do to get to the real Ro made him almost giggle. There were so many possibilities and he knew, without a doubt, both their lives were going to get a little bit more interesting.
