Title: Maxwell in the Morning
Author: x1-TaKeN-oVeR
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the little bit of characters that I throw in here. And the idea of the fic comes from Sandra Brown and her book entitled Riley in the Morning. I really suggest that you go and read this book and her other stories as well. They are really very good. She writes mostly Romance and Angst.
Warnings: Reference to sex, lime, cursing, verbal abuse to blondes, temper tantrums galore.
Pairings: 2x1, wannabe Ocx1, past references to Ocsx1, 2xOCs
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"Mr. Yuy, come quickly...right now!"
Sigh then, "Yes, what is it?"
"Sorry to bother you, honey, but the table that you have ordered just isn't going to work. It isn't large enough."
"Dammit," Heero muttered under his breath. He tried desperately again to button his white dress shirt but it seemed like the little buggers just wouldn't go into their respected holes. He sighed and dropped his arms down to his sides heavily, "Please Stewart [1] just arrange everything as best you can, as you can probably tell I'm dealing with more important matters."
Stewart sighed loudly and threw his hands in the air, he muttered something that Heero couldn't quite catch then stated snottily, "I have arranged everything as best I can, sweetheart, you just need a bigger table."
Heero closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten to control his anger. It would do no good getting upset at the caterer of the party; he would probably double his price.
He opened his eyes and turned to the mirror and saw his reflection that he didn't quite fancy at that particular moment. He only had the first 4 buttons, from top to bottom, done. He wasn't wearing any pants only his baby blue boxers with surprisingly matching fluffy blue socks that came well above his ankle (pretty close to his knees) . He decided to try a very light silver eye shadow tonight and only had one eye done. And to top everything off, his hair was as messy as ever. Sure it was always messy for some unknown reason, blame it on genetics, but tonight it was exceptionally messy.
'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to throw a dinner party.'
He turned back to Stewart and said through clenched teeth, "I don't have any other table except for the one downstairs. We'll just have to see what we can do. Is the bartender here yet?" On stocking feet he hurried out the bedroom door, down the stairs and into the dining room where the whole buffet was being set up.
Three of Stewart's assistants were just standing right there by the table. Heero shot them an exasperated look that didn't faze them one bit.
"Morticia [2] said that she would be here by now, I just can't fathom why she isn't here yet." Stewart whined...er...said of their one missing helper.
Heero rolled his eyes and raked a hand through his hair, "With a name like that, I'm not surprised at all." Heero mumbled under his breath as he surveyed the object of all chaos at the moment. All the food on the trays seemed to look just fine to him; he now knew why Stewart was so hard to book and expensive. He walked around the table and finally saw the problem. At some angles he could see that while the trays of food looked simply magnificent, they were jammed together and even overlapped each other in some places. Some even extended over the edge of the table. Stewart maybe a whining, overly obsessive perfectionist, but he knew his shit and Heero just couldn't argue his way out of this one.
"You are right," he finally admitted, "We do need to do something. Maybe some rearranging...something looks a bit off..."
"It's that hideous centerpiece," Stewart pointed with distaste. "I told you to let me select the flowers for the centerpiece, but no..."
Heero interrupted, "Yes, Stewart, alright maybe you should've picked out the centerpiece. So sorry that I wanted to do this tiny little thing."
"I think that we should just Glad bag the thing. Or, maybe, just let me rearrange a few flowers so it wont be so...so..." He made motions with his hands that said a little too much or maybe too little; that was a good thing.
"You are not to touch a damn weed from that centerpiece, got that? I paid one hundred and fifty dollars for the piece of shit."
"You get what you pay for," Stewart said snidely.
"This has nothing to do with the damn money. The florist happened to be a good friend of mine and has been in the flower business before I was even born."
"That says a lot now doesn't it." He smiled smugly.
'Down Heero. Just calm down.' Heero breathed, 'Why are you standing here arguing with smug Stewart, when you're barely dressed and fifty guests are due to arrive within the next...moment.'
He returned his attention to the table, "Leave some of the dishes in the kitchen and when trays from out here empty just replace them."
Stewart gasped loudly and fluttered a hand to his chest, mouth open in horror. "Are you crazy? Dearest, these dishes are planned to make your taste buds hoop and holler in excitement. I have made a special blend of zest to spiciness to..."
"Jesus Christ!" Heero cried, "Who will give a fuck if they're taste buds don't jump up and do the Electric Slide? The people are just coming here for free, good food and liquor."
He gnawed on his cheek in concentration. "All right," mind made up, "You over there," he pointed to one of the obviously bored assistants, "put those two trays over on the coffee table with toothpicks nearby."
"You," pointing to another, "put those cheese balls over by the bar and you," he pointed to the last one standing, "put the Swedish meatballs on the table by the sofa with extra plates nearby...there that should put more room on the table."
[3] "You're a gastronomical philistine of the worst sort," Stewart said snappishly.
Heero growled, "Just do it now. And where the fuck is my bartender?"
Stewart raised his nose in the air and squared his shoulders, "Don't take that tone with me, missy. Hasn't anyone ever told you to respect your elders? And for the last time, she will be here."
"He better be here soon, or I'm deducting from your bill."
The doorbell chimed.
"See?" Stewart sauntered over to the front door before Heero had a change to.
"Who the fuck are you?" A disembodied voice asked, demanding Stewart to answer.
Heero recognized the voice immediately and felt his whole world drop from beneath him. 'No not now...'
"Well my goodness, seems as if everyone has a bit of a potty mouth today." There was a pause and Heero couldn't really tell what was happening but the silence unnerved him, "I can't believe my eyes. He didn't tell me that you of all people would be joining us this evening for the party."
The deep voice once again questioned, "Who the fuck are you? What party are you talking about? Where the hell is Heero?"
Heero forced himself to breathe and went towards the direction of the front door. He stepped in front of Stewart, "Thank you very much Stewart. I believe that you have plenty of work to do."
'Holy shit. Go Heero! Go Heero!' He couldn't believe how calm that he sounded. On the inside he could feel all his organs doing the Hokey Pokey.
Stewart looked from Heero to the person causing all the trouble then back to Heero. "Whatever you say sugar..." And walked off.
Heero couldn't see the person but from much experience, could feel them frowning at Stewart for calling him sugar.
He breathed in once and turned around. He said as calmly as he could, "What are you doing here Duo?" He tried not to let himself feast on what he hadn't seen for over...who knows how long but it seemed as if his eyes had a mind of their own as they took in every inch of Duo's tall, muscular frame. He was wearing a baggy, light brown, hooded sweater with the name 'Timberland' in black, bold letters. He was also wearing the baggy, dark denim blue jeans with his black Timberland boots. The typical boy next door look that Heero loved a little too much.
"Well, I just thought that I would drop on by and see how you were holding up." He propped his shoulder against the doorjamb and let his eyes drift over Heero. He seemed pretty amused at what Heero was wearing or there lack of.
"You know, you could've called. You couldn't have picked a worster time..." [4]
"Worster? Babe, I think we need to go take a look at a thesaurus." He smiled that charming smile of his and Heero tried to stare at anything and everything except for him.
Heero continued as though he was never interrupted, "To just 'drop on by.' My guests should be arriving at any moment, I haven't finished dressing, I haven't finished putting on my eye shadow..."
"Oh so you were planning on finishing the other eye. Wow, I just thought that it was a new fad going around."
"I haven't even touched my hair," Heero once again ignored his teasing, "my bartender from...the Adam's Family isn't here yet. And if the caterer comes up to me and complains about some God forbidden table again I'm just going to bust."
"Well, sweetie, sounds like you need some help." He shoved his way through the doorway before Heero could stammer out some kind of pitiful excuse of a protest.
"So you guys got everything under control?" He asked the three caterers who seemed to be in awe over him when Stewart said snottily, "Everything is just fine Mr. Maxwell..."
"Maxwell." Heero ground out between his teeth.
"Yeah, baby?" He turned around and seemed unfazed that Heero was ready to go on a psycho shooting spree.
"May I please see you alone?"
"Now?"
"Now."
"Whatever you say, babe. Bedroom?"
"Kitchen." He walked stiffly past the gaping caterers, past the buffet tables, past the bar setup, and into the double-doored kitchen. He angrily pushed open the swinging doors. He usually liked this room, it had a nice view of the backyard where you could see the sunset and was all white except for the floor that had black and white checkers and a steel covered stove, and refrigerator. I said usually, because tonight it had dirty plates everywhere, food all over the place and things left out of the refrigerator that wasn't supposed to be.
An all around mess.
Heero went to turn around quickly to face Duo only to bump into his way, too firm and soft chest. He stepped back hurriedly and looked up into amused violet blue eyes.
"Duo, what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see you."
"After almost a year?"
"It wasn't a year. It was ten months, two weeks and five days."
"Well whatever, Duo." He said exasperatedly.
"Why tonight of all nights? How is it that through all of that time you chose tonight of all nights."
Duo through his hands into the air, "Hey, baby, I had no idea that you were having a party tonight."
Heero closed his eyes. He used to love it when Duo called him baby but not anymore. Now was different, and he couldn't let him call him that...name anymore. "Stop calling me that, and you could've called."
Duo smirked and Heero knew just then that Duo knew exactly what he was doing. "Sorry, honey, but it was the spur of the moment type thing. You know how that goes."
"Everything you do is spur of the moment. You never think things through." Heero saw Duo frown and tried to calm himself. There was no need in getting unpleasant; he decided to change tactics "How did you know where I was?"
"Connections, babe, you know that." He waved his hand around, as if saying it was no hard task. His eyes took in the kitchen and twilight view beyond the wide windows. [5] "A Russian Hill address. I'm impressed."
"Don't be, I'm just house sitting for a friend."
"Anyone I know?"
"Probably not."
Heero kept his eyes to the floor now. He wouldn't look at him because once he started to look at him he would get greedy and he wouldn't punish himself that way.
"Well, seems like you've hit it quite nicely with Lady Luck. The day you walk out on me, the day your friend takes off for Europe. Couldn't have planned it any better."
His eyes flew up to Duo's, "Duo don't start this now."
Duo frowned, "Ya know I think now is a perfect time to start this; I think that ten months is plenty of time. I want to know why my husband just bailed out on me like that. And while I was at work no less."
Heero looked back to the floor and started to fidget, "It wasn't like that."
"Then would you kindly tell me what it was like? I really want to know."
"You really do?" Heero questioned.
"Yes I really would."
"Well it seems like you've taken your sweet time to find out. The reason for me leaving couldn't have been that important to you, if you want to know ten months after I left. But maybe you wanted to know tonight because one of your public appearances got cancelled and you had nothing else to do. So, I guess you just figured what the hell, I might as well know sometime and since I'm bored out of my mind tonight, what better night to do it in."
Duo smiled, surprisingly, "Whew! Hittin' a little below the belt, are we?" He socked him lightly in the tummy...well a little below the tummy and below the belt.
Heero gasped and jumped back from what effect that little touch had on him. "Duo, I'm asking you very nicely, leave now. I'm very busy, and I have to still get ready."
His voice faltered as Duo gently tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. He smiled, "You know, I kinda like your hair all mussed like this. Reminds me of what you look like after a night of 'hot, unbridled love making.'" The end, Duo had said in a southern accent, no doubt quoting from Blanche off of the Golden Girls TV show.
"I...I haven't finished dressing." Heero watched as Duo's eyes seemed to strip him of what little clothes he had on and felt his face warm up.
Duo's eyes slid down Heero's body, all the way down to his blue sock covered feet and couldn't help but smile softly. 'He's just too cute for his own good.' "Baby you look so cute with your small feet...in those fluffy, cute blue socks. I always like you in blue...maybe its because of your eyes. Your eyes were the first thing that I fell for when I saw you...that and your cute ass."
"Duo!"
"Alright...sexy ass."
"Duo!" Heero stood with his hands on his hips, glaring up at Duo. He was becoming more pissed off by the second. Pissed and excited. He thanked every God out there that his shirttail came down to the middle of his thighs.
"You know I honestly can't think of what's sexier. Seeing you like this...or hearing you scream my name in total ecstasy. Hmm..." Duo scratched his chin as if in deep thought.
Heero threw his hands into the air, "There is just no talking to you. You ecchi." Heero turned around and walked to the swinging doors to leave but through over his shoulder, "I'm going upstairs to finish dressing and by time I come back down you better be out of here."
"Just a second missy." Duo caught Heero's elbow and pulled him back over to him. You know that you have a few buttons that aren't all the way buttoned? Not that I'm complaining...I'd much rather you walking around naked. With just me here of course."
"Duo..." Heero tried to struggle to get away but Duo just held onto his hips telling him to, "stay still."
He bent down a little to make sure he was buttoning them right, "It seems like the buttons are just a little big for the hole but that's okay. We can just work with it."
Heero only sighed as Duo tried to work with his buttons...that sounded so perverted once you let that sink in for a while though.
"So, you're really having a party, I see?"
Duo was trying to make conversation and Heero didn't like that. For one thing that meant that he was going to be there for a little while and for another every time he threaded a button through its hole his fingers would briefly brush across his stomach and his touch had always been electrifying. "Are you done yet?" He asked gruffly.
Duo just ignored the question, " Who's the party for?"
"People I work with."
"From the radio station?"
Oh...so it seemed as if he knew where he was working. 'Looks like someone is keeping tabs on someone else.' But that really wasn't fair because just about everyone knew where Heero Yuy was working. It was published in the newspapers almost every other day; particularly when the media circled around the story 'Heero Yuy leaves Duo Maxwell and his popular morning talk show, Maxwell in the Morning, to accept a job producing a radio phone-in discussion program.
It was so hard. You had everyone in your business and it seemed as if the media knew more about your relationship than you do. That had been one of the hard things when he married Duo. But the hardest yet was learning to live without him. And now, to be so close to him, it took every ounce of his pride to not just turn around in Duo's arms and never let go.
"Duo, hurry it up, now."
"Tell me what the party is for."
"Its Mr. Macomb's birthday."
"Wow...so how old is he turning?"
Heero huffed, "I really don't think that is any of your business Duo."
"Aw...come on...its not like the guy is turning fifty or something," Duo laughed.
Heero just stayed quiet because that is exactly how old he was turning. Many people would think that the oldest he was turning was forty. He wasn't balding; he didn't have gray hair, he dyed his hair every other week; he was in perfect health and was even, pretty muscular.
At Heero's lack of response Duo's mouth dropped open. "So the old fool is turning fifty." Duo just shook his head, "First off, I never would've guessed it...well I did but I didn't mean to. Second, if you are going to age, age with some dignity. Don't be dying your hair to keep from showing the gray. That's just dumb and once people find out how old you really are you're just gonna look like an old fool."
"Duo, what Mr. Macomb does is his own business and at any rate you shouldn't talk about him like that. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look young. And how exactly do you know him?"
"Met him for coffee on occasions before."
"Was it before or after me?"
Duo smiled, "Baby, I can't think of anything before you."
Heero just sighed and rolled his eyes, "Oh God..."
Duo's smile turned sly, "Oh yeah, I remember when you would 'oh God' just like that in bed. It was always a turn on and it still is."
Heero blushed crimson, "Duo!"
Duo laughed and started to run his hand up and down Heero's tummy. "You always knew how to turn me on," he leaned down and started to nibble on his neck, "I remember the time I came home from work, and you had on the French maid costume; the one that you wore to the Halloween costume party. I absolutely loved that costume, and it was so sexy. The hem came right below your...buns."
Heero was in a real jam. Duo was now nibbling the area right below his ear and Duo knew that was his weak spot. And every time that hand made its journey up, it came down, but each journey was farther down than the first and it was pure torture.
Heero put his hands on Duo's shoulders and leaned his head back, moaning. Duo lifted him by his hips and set him on the counter with himself between Heero's spread legs. Duo started to slowly grind against Heero and sneaked his hands under Heero's dress shirt to gently roll his nipples.
Heero steadily got louder and louder as Duo rolled his nipples and put many hickeys on his neck. Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's neck and spread his legs even wider while leaning back.
Duo was about to let his right hand take a little journey down south until...
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o0o0o0o a cliff hanger...what ever shall happen to Duo and Heero? Find out soon in Chapter Number 2!
Do you like this story? Do ya hate this story? Review and email me to tell me whatcha think. This whole story idea, I got from a book by Sandra Brown. Some of the stuff in the beginning are direct quotes from the story but I'm trying to stay away from those. Wouldn't want to get sued over some harmless fun...
[1]- This is the caterer's name from the book.
[2] I'm pretty sure this is the mother's name from the Adams Family. I just love that movie...my favorite person is Wednesday. Such a bright and happy child...
[3] I have no clue what he's saying right here...this is a direct quote from the book. It may not even be insulting...all the big words in there are confusing me. Get a dictionary and look them up for me...email me when ya find the answers. Who ever emails me first gets the next chapter dedicated to them...lol...I know you guys are like whoopee fuckin' do! But I see all these other authors doing this and I wanna do it too! I may even forget all about this...Alzheimer's at 15...what is this world coming to? I might even forget to do this little thingie. Oh well...
[4] I make up a new word every day.
[5] Another direct quote. Actually youll find many direct quotes from the book but I will be sure to mention them.
Author: x1-TaKeN-oVeR
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the little bit of characters that I throw in here. And the idea of the fic comes from Sandra Brown and her book entitled Riley in the Morning. I really suggest that you go and read this book and her other stories as well. They are really very good. She writes mostly Romance and Angst.
Warnings: Reference to sex, lime, cursing, verbal abuse to blondes, temper tantrums galore.
Pairings: 2x1, wannabe Ocx1, past references to Ocsx1, 2xOCs
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"Mr. Yuy, come quickly...right now!"
Sigh then, "Yes, what is it?"
"Sorry to bother you, honey, but the table that you have ordered just isn't going to work. It isn't large enough."
"Dammit," Heero muttered under his breath. He tried desperately again to button his white dress shirt but it seemed like the little buggers just wouldn't go into their respected holes. He sighed and dropped his arms down to his sides heavily, "Please Stewart [1] just arrange everything as best you can, as you can probably tell I'm dealing with more important matters."
Stewart sighed loudly and threw his hands in the air, he muttered something that Heero couldn't quite catch then stated snottily, "I have arranged everything as best I can, sweetheart, you just need a bigger table."
Heero closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten to control his anger. It would do no good getting upset at the caterer of the party; he would probably double his price.
He opened his eyes and turned to the mirror and saw his reflection that he didn't quite fancy at that particular moment. He only had the first 4 buttons, from top to bottom, done. He wasn't wearing any pants only his baby blue boxers with surprisingly matching fluffy blue socks that came well above his ankle (pretty close to his knees) . He decided to try a very light silver eye shadow tonight and only had one eye done. And to top everything off, his hair was as messy as ever. Sure it was always messy for some unknown reason, blame it on genetics, but tonight it was exceptionally messy.
'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to throw a dinner party.'
He turned back to Stewart and said through clenched teeth, "I don't have any other table except for the one downstairs. We'll just have to see what we can do. Is the bartender here yet?" On stocking feet he hurried out the bedroom door, down the stairs and into the dining room where the whole buffet was being set up.
Three of Stewart's assistants were just standing right there by the table. Heero shot them an exasperated look that didn't faze them one bit.
"Morticia [2] said that she would be here by now, I just can't fathom why she isn't here yet." Stewart whined...er...said of their one missing helper.
Heero rolled his eyes and raked a hand through his hair, "With a name like that, I'm not surprised at all." Heero mumbled under his breath as he surveyed the object of all chaos at the moment. All the food on the trays seemed to look just fine to him; he now knew why Stewart was so hard to book and expensive. He walked around the table and finally saw the problem. At some angles he could see that while the trays of food looked simply magnificent, they were jammed together and even overlapped each other in some places. Some even extended over the edge of the table. Stewart maybe a whining, overly obsessive perfectionist, but he knew his shit and Heero just couldn't argue his way out of this one.
"You are right," he finally admitted, "We do need to do something. Maybe some rearranging...something looks a bit off..."
"It's that hideous centerpiece," Stewart pointed with distaste. "I told you to let me select the flowers for the centerpiece, but no..."
Heero interrupted, "Yes, Stewart, alright maybe you should've picked out the centerpiece. So sorry that I wanted to do this tiny little thing."
"I think that we should just Glad bag the thing. Or, maybe, just let me rearrange a few flowers so it wont be so...so..." He made motions with his hands that said a little too much or maybe too little; that was a good thing.
"You are not to touch a damn weed from that centerpiece, got that? I paid one hundred and fifty dollars for the piece of shit."
"You get what you pay for," Stewart said snidely.
"This has nothing to do with the damn money. The florist happened to be a good friend of mine and has been in the flower business before I was even born."
"That says a lot now doesn't it." He smiled smugly.
'Down Heero. Just calm down.' Heero breathed, 'Why are you standing here arguing with smug Stewart, when you're barely dressed and fifty guests are due to arrive within the next...moment.'
He returned his attention to the table, "Leave some of the dishes in the kitchen and when trays from out here empty just replace them."
Stewart gasped loudly and fluttered a hand to his chest, mouth open in horror. "Are you crazy? Dearest, these dishes are planned to make your taste buds hoop and holler in excitement. I have made a special blend of zest to spiciness to..."
"Jesus Christ!" Heero cried, "Who will give a fuck if they're taste buds don't jump up and do the Electric Slide? The people are just coming here for free, good food and liquor."
He gnawed on his cheek in concentration. "All right," mind made up, "You over there," he pointed to one of the obviously bored assistants, "put those two trays over on the coffee table with toothpicks nearby."
"You," pointing to another, "put those cheese balls over by the bar and you," he pointed to the last one standing, "put the Swedish meatballs on the table by the sofa with extra plates nearby...there that should put more room on the table."
[3] "You're a gastronomical philistine of the worst sort," Stewart said snappishly.
Heero growled, "Just do it now. And where the fuck is my bartender?"
Stewart raised his nose in the air and squared his shoulders, "Don't take that tone with me, missy. Hasn't anyone ever told you to respect your elders? And for the last time, she will be here."
"He better be here soon, or I'm deducting from your bill."
The doorbell chimed.
"See?" Stewart sauntered over to the front door before Heero had a change to.
"Who the fuck are you?" A disembodied voice asked, demanding Stewart to answer.
Heero recognized the voice immediately and felt his whole world drop from beneath him. 'No not now...'
"Well my goodness, seems as if everyone has a bit of a potty mouth today." There was a pause and Heero couldn't really tell what was happening but the silence unnerved him, "I can't believe my eyes. He didn't tell me that you of all people would be joining us this evening for the party."
The deep voice once again questioned, "Who the fuck are you? What party are you talking about? Where the hell is Heero?"
Heero forced himself to breathe and went towards the direction of the front door. He stepped in front of Stewart, "Thank you very much Stewart. I believe that you have plenty of work to do."
'Holy shit. Go Heero! Go Heero!' He couldn't believe how calm that he sounded. On the inside he could feel all his organs doing the Hokey Pokey.
Stewart looked from Heero to the person causing all the trouble then back to Heero. "Whatever you say sugar..." And walked off.
Heero couldn't see the person but from much experience, could feel them frowning at Stewart for calling him sugar.
He breathed in once and turned around. He said as calmly as he could, "What are you doing here Duo?" He tried not to let himself feast on what he hadn't seen for over...who knows how long but it seemed as if his eyes had a mind of their own as they took in every inch of Duo's tall, muscular frame. He was wearing a baggy, light brown, hooded sweater with the name 'Timberland' in black, bold letters. He was also wearing the baggy, dark denim blue jeans with his black Timberland boots. The typical boy next door look that Heero loved a little too much.
"Well, I just thought that I would drop on by and see how you were holding up." He propped his shoulder against the doorjamb and let his eyes drift over Heero. He seemed pretty amused at what Heero was wearing or there lack of.
"You know, you could've called. You couldn't have picked a worster time..." [4]
"Worster? Babe, I think we need to go take a look at a thesaurus." He smiled that charming smile of his and Heero tried to stare at anything and everything except for him.
Heero continued as though he was never interrupted, "To just 'drop on by.' My guests should be arriving at any moment, I haven't finished dressing, I haven't finished putting on my eye shadow..."
"Oh so you were planning on finishing the other eye. Wow, I just thought that it was a new fad going around."
"I haven't even touched my hair," Heero once again ignored his teasing, "my bartender from...the Adam's Family isn't here yet. And if the caterer comes up to me and complains about some God forbidden table again I'm just going to bust."
"Well, sweetie, sounds like you need some help." He shoved his way through the doorway before Heero could stammer out some kind of pitiful excuse of a protest.
"So you guys got everything under control?" He asked the three caterers who seemed to be in awe over him when Stewart said snottily, "Everything is just fine Mr. Maxwell..."
"Maxwell." Heero ground out between his teeth.
"Yeah, baby?" He turned around and seemed unfazed that Heero was ready to go on a psycho shooting spree.
"May I please see you alone?"
"Now?"
"Now."
"Whatever you say, babe. Bedroom?"
"Kitchen." He walked stiffly past the gaping caterers, past the buffet tables, past the bar setup, and into the double-doored kitchen. He angrily pushed open the swinging doors. He usually liked this room, it had a nice view of the backyard where you could see the sunset and was all white except for the floor that had black and white checkers and a steel covered stove, and refrigerator. I said usually, because tonight it had dirty plates everywhere, food all over the place and things left out of the refrigerator that wasn't supposed to be.
An all around mess.
Heero went to turn around quickly to face Duo only to bump into his way, too firm and soft chest. He stepped back hurriedly and looked up into amused violet blue eyes.
"Duo, what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see you."
"After almost a year?"
"It wasn't a year. It was ten months, two weeks and five days."
"Well whatever, Duo." He said exasperatedly.
"Why tonight of all nights? How is it that through all of that time you chose tonight of all nights."
Duo through his hands into the air, "Hey, baby, I had no idea that you were having a party tonight."
Heero closed his eyes. He used to love it when Duo called him baby but not anymore. Now was different, and he couldn't let him call him that...name anymore. "Stop calling me that, and you could've called."
Duo smirked and Heero knew just then that Duo knew exactly what he was doing. "Sorry, honey, but it was the spur of the moment type thing. You know how that goes."
"Everything you do is spur of the moment. You never think things through." Heero saw Duo frown and tried to calm himself. There was no need in getting unpleasant; he decided to change tactics "How did you know where I was?"
"Connections, babe, you know that." He waved his hand around, as if saying it was no hard task. His eyes took in the kitchen and twilight view beyond the wide windows. [5] "A Russian Hill address. I'm impressed."
"Don't be, I'm just house sitting for a friend."
"Anyone I know?"
"Probably not."
Heero kept his eyes to the floor now. He wouldn't look at him because once he started to look at him he would get greedy and he wouldn't punish himself that way.
"Well, seems like you've hit it quite nicely with Lady Luck. The day you walk out on me, the day your friend takes off for Europe. Couldn't have planned it any better."
His eyes flew up to Duo's, "Duo don't start this now."
Duo frowned, "Ya know I think now is a perfect time to start this; I think that ten months is plenty of time. I want to know why my husband just bailed out on me like that. And while I was at work no less."
Heero looked back to the floor and started to fidget, "It wasn't like that."
"Then would you kindly tell me what it was like? I really want to know."
"You really do?" Heero questioned.
"Yes I really would."
"Well it seems like you've taken your sweet time to find out. The reason for me leaving couldn't have been that important to you, if you want to know ten months after I left. But maybe you wanted to know tonight because one of your public appearances got cancelled and you had nothing else to do. So, I guess you just figured what the hell, I might as well know sometime and since I'm bored out of my mind tonight, what better night to do it in."
Duo smiled, surprisingly, "Whew! Hittin' a little below the belt, are we?" He socked him lightly in the tummy...well a little below the tummy and below the belt.
Heero gasped and jumped back from what effect that little touch had on him. "Duo, I'm asking you very nicely, leave now. I'm very busy, and I have to still get ready."
His voice faltered as Duo gently tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. He smiled, "You know, I kinda like your hair all mussed like this. Reminds me of what you look like after a night of 'hot, unbridled love making.'" The end, Duo had said in a southern accent, no doubt quoting from Blanche off of the Golden Girls TV show.
"I...I haven't finished dressing." Heero watched as Duo's eyes seemed to strip him of what little clothes he had on and felt his face warm up.
Duo's eyes slid down Heero's body, all the way down to his blue sock covered feet and couldn't help but smile softly. 'He's just too cute for his own good.' "Baby you look so cute with your small feet...in those fluffy, cute blue socks. I always like you in blue...maybe its because of your eyes. Your eyes were the first thing that I fell for when I saw you...that and your cute ass."
"Duo!"
"Alright...sexy ass."
"Duo!" Heero stood with his hands on his hips, glaring up at Duo. He was becoming more pissed off by the second. Pissed and excited. He thanked every God out there that his shirttail came down to the middle of his thighs.
"You know I honestly can't think of what's sexier. Seeing you like this...or hearing you scream my name in total ecstasy. Hmm..." Duo scratched his chin as if in deep thought.
Heero threw his hands into the air, "There is just no talking to you. You ecchi." Heero turned around and walked to the swinging doors to leave but through over his shoulder, "I'm going upstairs to finish dressing and by time I come back down you better be out of here."
"Just a second missy." Duo caught Heero's elbow and pulled him back over to him. You know that you have a few buttons that aren't all the way buttoned? Not that I'm complaining...I'd much rather you walking around naked. With just me here of course."
"Duo..." Heero tried to struggle to get away but Duo just held onto his hips telling him to, "stay still."
He bent down a little to make sure he was buttoning them right, "It seems like the buttons are just a little big for the hole but that's okay. We can just work with it."
Heero only sighed as Duo tried to work with his buttons...that sounded so perverted once you let that sink in for a while though.
"So, you're really having a party, I see?"
Duo was trying to make conversation and Heero didn't like that. For one thing that meant that he was going to be there for a little while and for another every time he threaded a button through its hole his fingers would briefly brush across his stomach and his touch had always been electrifying. "Are you done yet?" He asked gruffly.
Duo just ignored the question, " Who's the party for?"
"People I work with."
"From the radio station?"
Oh...so it seemed as if he knew where he was working. 'Looks like someone is keeping tabs on someone else.' But that really wasn't fair because just about everyone knew where Heero Yuy was working. It was published in the newspapers almost every other day; particularly when the media circled around the story 'Heero Yuy leaves Duo Maxwell and his popular morning talk show, Maxwell in the Morning, to accept a job producing a radio phone-in discussion program.
It was so hard. You had everyone in your business and it seemed as if the media knew more about your relationship than you do. That had been one of the hard things when he married Duo. But the hardest yet was learning to live without him. And now, to be so close to him, it took every ounce of his pride to not just turn around in Duo's arms and never let go.
"Duo, hurry it up, now."
"Tell me what the party is for."
"Its Mr. Macomb's birthday."
"Wow...so how old is he turning?"
Heero huffed, "I really don't think that is any of your business Duo."
"Aw...come on...its not like the guy is turning fifty or something," Duo laughed.
Heero just stayed quiet because that is exactly how old he was turning. Many people would think that the oldest he was turning was forty. He wasn't balding; he didn't have gray hair, he dyed his hair every other week; he was in perfect health and was even, pretty muscular.
At Heero's lack of response Duo's mouth dropped open. "So the old fool is turning fifty." Duo just shook his head, "First off, I never would've guessed it...well I did but I didn't mean to. Second, if you are going to age, age with some dignity. Don't be dying your hair to keep from showing the gray. That's just dumb and once people find out how old you really are you're just gonna look like an old fool."
"Duo, what Mr. Macomb does is his own business and at any rate you shouldn't talk about him like that. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look young. And how exactly do you know him?"
"Met him for coffee on occasions before."
"Was it before or after me?"
Duo smiled, "Baby, I can't think of anything before you."
Heero just sighed and rolled his eyes, "Oh God..."
Duo's smile turned sly, "Oh yeah, I remember when you would 'oh God' just like that in bed. It was always a turn on and it still is."
Heero blushed crimson, "Duo!"
Duo laughed and started to run his hand up and down Heero's tummy. "You always knew how to turn me on," he leaned down and started to nibble on his neck, "I remember the time I came home from work, and you had on the French maid costume; the one that you wore to the Halloween costume party. I absolutely loved that costume, and it was so sexy. The hem came right below your...buns."
Heero was in a real jam. Duo was now nibbling the area right below his ear and Duo knew that was his weak spot. And every time that hand made its journey up, it came down, but each journey was farther down than the first and it was pure torture.
Heero put his hands on Duo's shoulders and leaned his head back, moaning. Duo lifted him by his hips and set him on the counter with himself between Heero's spread legs. Duo started to slowly grind against Heero and sneaked his hands under Heero's dress shirt to gently roll his nipples.
Heero steadily got louder and louder as Duo rolled his nipples and put many hickeys on his neck. Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's neck and spread his legs even wider while leaning back.
Duo was about to let his right hand take a little journey down south until...
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o0o0o0o a cliff hanger...what ever shall happen to Duo and Heero? Find out soon in Chapter Number 2!
Do you like this story? Do ya hate this story? Review and email me to tell me whatcha think. This whole story idea, I got from a book by Sandra Brown. Some of the stuff in the beginning are direct quotes from the story but I'm trying to stay away from those. Wouldn't want to get sued over some harmless fun...
[1]- This is the caterer's name from the book.
[2] I'm pretty sure this is the mother's name from the Adams Family. I just love that movie...my favorite person is Wednesday. Such a bright and happy child...
[3] I have no clue what he's saying right here...this is a direct quote from the book. It may not even be insulting...all the big words in there are confusing me. Get a dictionary and look them up for me...email me when ya find the answers. Who ever emails me first gets the next chapter dedicated to them...lol...I know you guys are like whoopee fuckin' do! But I see all these other authors doing this and I wanna do it too! I may even forget all about this...Alzheimer's at 15...what is this world coming to? I might even forget to do this little thingie. Oh well...
[4] I make up a new word every day.
[5] Another direct quote. Actually youll find many direct quotes from the book but I will be sure to mention them.