Sorry this took a whole month to get written! ^_^'
But it's not as short as the others so does that make up for it? Oh and I know
nothing about cars so 'scuse any mistakes.
Warnings: Language, Lemon (Eventually)
Pairings: 1+2
Rating: This part PG-13
Destination 3
-Duo-Jersey-
"Damn rain, I wish it would let up already." Duo
muttered as he drove down the highway. It was still raining heavily and he
doubted it would stop anytime soon. According to the radio there was some
hurricane somewhere or something. He reached down and fiddled with the knobs of
the radio, turning to his favorite station. Music blasted out of the speakers
and he began singing along loudly and very off key.
It had only been a few hours since he had left
the city and already he felt free. He still wasn't exactly sure where he was
going, but Duo figured that if he kept driving eventually he would come up with
something. //Hmm I should probably call Q-Man and Tro soon, don't want them
to worry too much.//
Duo exited the highway and turned down what looked
like a main street, he was starving half to death and he really needed to use
the bathroom. He spotted a pub on the next street called 'The Clover' and pulled
into the parking lot. The longhaired teen got out of his beloved Charger, locked
it and quickly hurried inside the pub so that he wouldn't get too drenched. Once
inside he saw that it was indeed really seedy looking. The patrons were mainly
biker types and wannabe thugs. He shrugged it off and immediately headed towards
the lavatory, in desperate need to relieve himself.
The bathroom was as dingy looking as the rest of the
place and there were two trashy looking biker guys making out in the corner. Duo
ignored them and the disturbing amount of tattoos that seemed to cover their
skin entirely, and quickly did what he had to do. Once he exited the bathroom,
Duo made his way to the bar and plopped down in one of the stools. The bartender
looked at him skeptically.
"Can I get a beer?"
The man rolled his eyes. "Kid you don't look old
enough to drive let alone drink."
Duo opened his mouth to retort, but instead opted for
glaring at the man. After several moments he slumped in his seat and sighed.
"Can I get a Pepsi then?"
The bartender laughed heartily and set a can in front
of the annoyed teenager. Duo sighed again and toyed with the can. He hated when
people treated him like a child; he was almost eighteen for God's sake. After a
few more minutes of stewing over the beer incident, Duo turned his thoughts to
more important things; like where he was going to go. He didn't really want to
stay on the East Coast unless it was really far away from New York. He wasn't
really fond of the southern states so that was out of the question unless it was
Florida. He had never been to Florida but it looked cool on TV. Duo realized how
childish that sounded and he scowled to himself, picking at the paper coaster
with his finger.
He didn't know much about the Midwest, but the idea
of going there wasn't too appealing to him. However a drive cross-country might
be exciting, he thought with a small grin. Maybe he would end up in California,
or Seattle. Duo's thoughts began wandering all over the place, examining the
possibilities that a cross-country drive could bring.
"Hey sweety, aren't you kind of young to be in a
place like this?" A nasal female voice said in his ear.
Duo looked at the woman and wrinkled his nose at her.
She was probably in her late twenties but she looked far older with the make up
that was caked around her eyes and mouth. Heavy blue mascara, bright red rouge
and red lipstick that was put on rather sloppily. She looked like a
clown..
"I'm not that young." He snapped irritably.
She shrugged and sat down next to him, grinning and
showing off her yellow crooked teeth. "I'm just wondering what a nice kid like
you is doing in a trashy place like this."
Duo rolled his eyes and popped open his soda. "What's
it look like I'm doing?"
The woman smiled wider and shifted so that her
barstool was closer to him. "Well it looks like you are sitting here all alone
and in desperate need of some company." She reached out and twirled a strand of
his long hair around one finger. "You're one damn fine looking kid." She
murmured sounding as if she was in awe.
Duo shied away from her uneasily, clenching the soda
can. He really didn't like being rude to women but this chick was really
invading his personal space. "Look lady - I'm not in the mood for this, just
leave me alone and let me drink my soda in peace."
"Look baby, I'm just trying to be nice. I've never
seen you here before and you really do look like a nice kid. There are a lot of
people in here who will take advantage of you." She said, nodding as though she
was giving him some really profound advice.
"Your concern is touching." Duo said dryly.
"Hey Irene - leave the kid alone, he looks about ten
years your junior and unlike *you* he's a paying costumer, so stop bugging him."
The bartender snapped at the woman.
Irene lifted her chin indignantly. "I'm not bugging
you, am I baby?" She purred, blowing her sour breath all in his face.
Duo grit his teeth and slammed his soda can down on
the counter top. "Look lady - I'm not your baby, I'm not a kid and I don't want
your company so go away."
The bartender laughed heartily and Irene's face
flushed a dark red color. She opened her mouth to retort but before she could
get a word out, there was a loud crash and hissing sounds coming from outside.
Everyone turned towards the door in curiosity and the sounds of loud cursing and
snarling floated in over the music. "Geez, I hope it's not another one of those
drunk red necks looking for a fight." The bartender muttered to himself. "Next
person to fight in here is going to get booted."
Duo turned his attention back towards his soda and
was grateful that Irene and the bartender had started in on a conversation about
rednecks and Irish beer. Maybe they would stop bugging him now. The longhaired
teen began stirring his soda with a straw, staring off at the wall. Yeah, he
decided a drive across country would be really nice. He'd get to see a lot of
different places, meet new people and then maybe he would go to California. He
had a decent amount of money that he had been saving for awhile and he supposed
that if worse came to worse he could ask Trowa to wire him some.
Suddenly the door slammed open and a slender young
man stormed in. He was drenched from the rain and he looked absolutely pissed.
"Goddamned motherfucking *pink* piece of shit sorry excuse for a car." He
muttered to himself and yanked back a bar stool, not even wincing when it
skidded across the wooden floor making that horrible fingernails on a chalk
board sound.
Duo's eyes widened slightly as he took in the figure
that was now sitting next to him. //Whooah he looks niiice.// That was
an understatement. The guy was.. a god. Tall, muscles to die for, and tattoos
that made him look dangerous and very sexy. Duo looked up at his face and tried
to keep himself from drooling. The guy was *perfect*. Smooth chiseled features,
black and blue hair that was plastered to his forehead from the rain and the
brightest blue eyes Duo had ever seen.
"Oh my..." Irene murmured to herself, obviously taken
with the guy.
"Give me a shot of tequila." Tall, dark and sexy
demanded, not even looking up at the bartender. When his drink wasn't served, he
looked up and sneered. "*Please*" he added, his voice dripping of sarcasm.
Duo tore his eyes away from the vision and stared
down at his soda again; trying in vain to think about his plans and not about
the guy sitting next to him.
The bartender frowned and stared at the man. "You god
ID son?"
"Do I look like a fucking teenybopper to you?" The
Asian looking man snarled, blue eyes flashing dangerously.
Bartender Joe, as Duo had just dubbed him, backed
away from the man and quickly poured the drink, shoving it in his direction.
"Don't have to be so rude about it." He muttered to himself, before he started
cleaning the counter top again.
Duo watched out of the corner of his eye as Sexy
downed the drink in one gulp and immediately ordered another one. The
violet-eyed teen was just about to order another soda himself, when suddenly he
felt someone grab his crotch. "That's a nice package you have there." Irene
leered as she squeezed. Duo jumped about two feet in the air, effectively
knocking over his drink and his barstool. Irene peered at him innocently as Duo
seethed. "Look you sick bitch, you touch me again and I will stop being such a
gentleman and smack the shit out of you!"
The red head woman scowled and put her hands on her
hips. "How dare you talk to me like that, you little punk!" She crowed angrily.
Almost immediately two huge tattoo covered men came up to them and stood behind
Irene. "Is there a problem babe?" One asked her.
She pointed at Duo. "That punk kid insulted me! He
called me a bitch and all I was trying to do was be nice to him!" She whined.
Duo glared at the three people in front of him and
clenched his hands into fists. "Look man - I don't want any trouble... but
this... *woman* is a fucking loony."
The two bikers advanced on him and one shoved him
backward with one meaty hand. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson on how to
respect your elders." He suggested with a smirk.
Duo looked around frantically, practically everyone
else was watching with amusement and he knew they weren't going to help him. The
odds of him winning this fight were pretty.. Slim to none. Damn, trouble just
followed him wherever he went. "There's not much to respect." He retorted.
The taller of the two picked him up by the collar
effortlessly until Duo's feet were actually off the floor. "Yeah I think this
punk needs a real good lesson." He said, emphasizing his words with a violent
shake that left Duo dangling like a rag doll, before tossing him onto the floor.
"Why don't you leave him alone?" A deep voice asked
coolly.
Duo looked up from his new position on the floor and
saw that tall dark and sexy was the one who was sticking up for him.
The two bikers turned their backs on Duo and stared
incredulously at the man. "What'd you say punk?"
Sexy raised an eyebrow and stood up, crossing his
muscular arms over his chest. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" He
asked coolly.
The longhaired biker snorted and thumped Sexy in the
chest hard with his hand. "And who might that be punk? You?" He
laughed.
The spiky haired man smirked and gestured towards the
man's girth. "No not me. I don't really think of myself as obese."
"Why you --" The biker started towards the man
angrily, but just as he raised his fist to swing; a large wooden bar stool was
slammed against his back; stunning him momentarily before he collapsed to the
floor.
Duo stood there holding the part of the stool that
hadn't broken, a sneer painted on his delicate features. His head was aching
from where it had collided with the floor but he was practically seeing red with
anger. No one treated him like that, *no one*. "I may be just a *kid*, but I'm a
kid who doesn't take shit from red neck biker pieces of shit." He
snarled.
The longhaired biker's companion gaped at the sight,
but before he could even react or come out of his paralysis, Sexy kicked him in
the crotch violently and followed the sudden move by an upper cut, which sent
the large man flying.
Irene and Bartender Joe gaped at the sight along with
the rest of the patrons. Then the balding man noticed the broken bar stool and
his face purpled with rage. "Both of you, get *out* now! I said no more fighting
and I meant it! Out!"
Sexy shrugged nonchalantly and gulped down the last
of his Tequila before walking out calmly, giving the biker one last kick for
good measure.
Duo cast one more scathing look at the patrons before
hurrying after his mysterious savior. The man hadn't really gone far and was
standing outside under the awning, smoking a cigarette and glaring at the rain.
Duo cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Um, thanks man.. If
you hadn't stepped in when you did I would have been dead meat."
Sexy looked him up and down briefly before turning
his gaze back towards the rain. "No problem. I don't like seeing people get
picked on." He said gruffly.
They stood in silence for a moment and when it was
pretty clear that the guy didn't plan on saying anything else, Duo sighed and
started for his car.
"Hey!"
The longhaired boy stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"
The taller man opened and closed his mouth a couple
of times before speaking. "Do you.. Know if there's a mechanic around here
somewhere? My car broke down."
Duo looked around and shrugged. "Well it's pretty
late so any garage is probably closed by now. Which one is your car?"
Sexy scowled and gestured towards a shell pink car
that had steam practically pouring out of the hood. Duo couldn't help but laugh
as he stared from the man to the car. "You drive a pink car?!" He laughed loudly
for a few moments before he noticed that the man was glaring at him evilly. Duo
coughed, trying to hide his snickers and walked over to the car; grateful that
rain was slowing down. The blue-eyed stranger followed him.
"It's not my car; I'm borrowing it." He snapped.
Duo shrugged. "Whatever you say man." He stood in
front the car, and looked at him. "Do you mind if I have a look?" He asked.
Sexy stared at him skeptically. "You fix cars?" He
asked doubtfully.
Duo lifted his chin proudly and nodded. "Yes, I fix
cars. Worked in a mechanics shop for a few years before, don't let my delicate
appearance fool you." He added with a wink, before popping the hood and peering
inside the steaming mess. After a few moments he stepped back and looked at Sexy
with a grin. "Well the problem is simple really; your fan belt is
broken."
The muscular man stared at him blankly.
Duo sighed and shook his head. "The fan belt keeps
the water circulating in the radiator. When it breaks, the engine overheats and
stops functioning properly. Hence the steam and all." Duo said gesturing towards
the car.
Sexy scowled deeply and glared at the car. "Can you
fix it? I'll pay you."
Duo shrugged. "Well I could fix it easy if I had a
spare fan belt, which I don't. You'll have to wait until morning when one of the
garages around here open."
Sexy swore under his breath and kicked the car. "I
can't wait until morning; I have to get out of here tonight." He growled
angrily.
Duo hesitated before voicing his thoughts. "I can
give you a ride somewhere... if you want." He offered with a smile.
The man stared at him suspiciously. "Why?"
The longhaired boy shrugged and fiddled with his
sleeve. "Well you did help me out in there, and it's the least I can do..."
Sexy frowned at him for a few minutes before his
shoulders sagged in resignation and he stamped out his cigarette before nodding.
"Yeah, thanks." Duo grinned and they walked towards his car.
"Nice wheels." The tattooed man said
appreciatively.
Duo got in the driver's seat and waited until the
other man got in before talking. "Yeah, she's my baby. Fixed her up from when
she was a pile of junk."
The man raised his eyebrow when Duo referred to the
car as a female but didn't comment. Duo stared at his profile for a minute and
found himself blushing as he realized that the man was having a very.. Weird
affect on him.
"S..so where are you headed?" He
stammered.
"I don't know yet. What direction are you going in?"
Sexy asked. His voice was a flat monotone.
"Uhh to be honest I'm not too sure about that myself.
Just trying to get as far away from New York City as possible." Duo said with a
sheepish grin.
The man looked at him briefly before returning his
gaze outside the window. "Same here."
The longhaired teen turned on some music and began
driving. "How about this - you stick with me until you figure out where you want
to go. But I gotta tell you I plan on possibly getting off the East Coast."
"That's fine."
Sheesh, the guy wasn't a big talker was he? They
drove in silence for a few moments before it got to be too much for Duo. He
hated silence. It was unnerving. "So what's your name?"
The guy sighed as if it were taking a lot out of him
to answer. "Does it matter?"
Duo rolled his eyes. "Well I'd like to know what to
call you unless you'd prefer I call you 'hey sexy' all the time." As soon as the
words were out of his mouth Duo nearly bit his tongue off. //Real smooth
Maxwell... scare the guy off five minutes after you meet him.// He shot a quick
look at tall dark and sexy and saw that the guy's blue eyes were trained on him.
He looked somewhat amused.
"Heero Yuy."
Duo grinned. "That's more like it. I'm Duo Maxwell,
so are you going to tell me why you were driving that big pink monstrosity?" He
asked with a cheeky smile. The guy scowled at him.
"It was my girlfriend's car... if I'd have known it
was such a piece of shit I wouldn't have taken it." The dark haired man said
with a shrug. He twisted in his seat and dumped his wet duffle bag in the back
seat, pausing once to glance at Duo. "You don't mind do you?"
"Uh.. no not at all." For some reason Duo was
slightly disappointed to hear that he had a girlfriend. He watched out of the
corner of his eye as Heero peeled off his wet tee shirt and changed into a
sweater. At the site of those muscles flexing Duo's overactive hormones reacted
expectedly and suddenly his jeans were a little too tight. "So uh.. Why do you
want to get away from the city?" He asked, desperate to kill the sudden silence.
Heero shrugged. "I'd rather not talk about it." A
hint of sadness flashed in those Prussian eyes, but it was gone so quickly that
Duo wasn't sure if he had actually seen it.
"What did your girlfriend dump you or something?" The
violet-eyed boy asked jokingly.
The Asian looking man glared at him. "Girlfriend was
the wrong term. Stalker is the right one. And I already said I don't want to
talk about it."
Duo's eyebrows shot up. "Okay man chill, I was just
playing."
Heero sighed and looked out the window again.
//Great.. I pick up a totally hot
hitchhiker and he *has* to be the quietest SOB this side of the US. I sure have
rotten luck.// Duo thought moodily, before he turned up the music and began
singing along to Staind.
~TBC~
AN - Ehehehe ^_^;;