(Okay, I know these are all short. I'm trying to make them all one shots,
though they will happen in a sequence. Mainly because I don't want to start
a story and not finish it. Mainly because I really hate nothing more than
an unfinished story when I know it should have been completed long ago. So
kick me if it gets annoying. I'll graduate to longer fiction when I finally
have the courage. Until then, AU, and yaoi tendancies. I don't own the
boiz and they are new to me. Please feel free to give constructive
criticism or email. I think I might even like it.)
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"Dammit.. I can't seem to get this to upload!" the sigh of exasperation pulls into the room and Duo leans back, rather close to losing his temper and simply throwing the entire machine out of the window. Of course, he'd have to be careful and look out and down to be sure he's not breaking anyone's head with it. Just.. just...
"GRAAAAHHH!!!"
"Here.." a warm body bumps next to him and almost shoves him off of his chair. He looks in surprise at Heero and scoots just enough, peeking at the screen as he does so. One thing could be said for Heero. He was unflappble for the most part, but he had his moments where you could tell you were just under his skin and those were times when Duo scored a point for himself In all the years he'd known Heero Yuy, he'd not scored more than seventeen points.
This made it eighteen. Noice. Boo yeah... all that.
He grins and leans against Heero. "Oh Hee-chan, you are so good to me.." purring it into his friend's ear and laughing as the dark haired boy grunts and shoves himself further onto the chair, pushing Duo almost completely off. It's fight to stay on, or stand up.
Duo of course, fights. He reaches around and grabs Heero's shoulders and hangs on for dear life, on what can't be more than five inches of chair. "Wow.. you know, you type fast?" he quips as he stares at the screen and the letters appearing like magic there.
"hmm.."
"I mean, I guess I've always known you typed fast. I wouldn't have tried to bribe you last month to type up my Engilsh 205 paper if I didn't know you could type like a banshee, but watching you, and you're so accurate. Do you ever use the back space? Hey.. what're you doing there? That's the thing, right there, yep.." and Duo reaches before, tapping the screen to show exactly what it was.
Heero pauses. "HXD? What kind of name is that?" and that small frown line that shows when he's confused, draws itself over his brow.
"Umm... just a paper I wrote. Look, it's a fiction. Don't read it okay? I mean, it's stupid and stuff. Just put it up, okay?" Duo is blushing and he points haphazardly but landing on a particular portion of the screen a little too unerringly. "Here, that's looking right. I think it has to upload there."
"Yes. Do you want to make any comments?" Heero pauses at a comment box.
"Oh sure, here, let me.." Duo has to shift in his seat and all but hang over Heero's lap as he types in "HXD Dorm Room Trouble" and then hits enter. "There, that should do it." He smiles. "Now, will it upload?"
He's very aware of the heat rising up off of Heero's legs and he blushes. It really is just for fun. It's not like he's interested in any way. It's just that he's not an idiot and the other writers were right. Sexy is a good name for a man that nice looking and with that much attitude. A body can't help but want to be the first to break through that shell. It would make you more important than anyone else on the planet.
Of course, Heero's walls had been broken through, many a time. Quat and he had maintained a very close friendship and Duo and he had kept fairly close as well. Close enough to be sharing the same dorm room at the same college for the same year. And with plans of keeping the set up much the same the year after. Heero had nightmares and he didn't want anyone else to have to put up with them. And he didn't want to spend too much money on housing. So until they were able to move out of the dorms, they were stuck together. Or rather, Heero had asked and Duo could never really say no to a guy who'd maybe asked for five things his entire life and only three from Duo.
He could show emotion, he had emotion which was a surprise when they'd discovered it. He just rarely lost control over his emotions. Whereas Duo was constantly on the alert for the next emotional wave. Duo, who wouldn't have recognized himself if he had too much control over his inner self. It was an ego thing. And right now, he was using that power of lack of control, to fixate on something that he wasn't very sure he wanted to come clean on yet. It had been three months since he'd opened up that website and slowly but inexorably become hooked on stories of his friends and himself... in compromising situations.
Silly, really. And he hadn't done much with the other guys. Even sillier that most of his stories were about himself and Heero. Which could have been a great portion of the reason eh didn't want to come clean. Heero wouldn't kill him or hurt him or anything. It was just the possibility that Heero would take it seriously. I mean, the guy in the fictions was nothing like the real Heero. He was cold, a bastard, and completely unreachable. The real Heero was far from that. But just as unreachable. Which made him just as sexy, just in a more complex and more unfocused, diluted way. There wasn't the same raw power you got from writing moments. It was more a matter of day to day moments that made up the real Heero and most of them would never make it on paper.
Besides, he was careful not to put in much of the real Heero, his ability to talk nonstop about Terry Pratchett books (an oddity that Quat had introduced him to and somehow had met with his standards for quirky, innocent humor), his inability to bake any cake or cookie without slightly burning it because he was afraid of it being too doughy, his favorite color, his dreams, the way his voice would go high in a muffled shriek if Duo managed to get to that tickle spot that he hid from everyone. Duo didn't want to share those sorts of things with the world. So he kept to the things that the world knew and the world guessed at. The Heero in his fiction was no more real than the Duo was.
He'd tried to decide on what it was that made it so fascinating to him. It wasn't the fact that it was Heero or himself that were there. Because it wasn't them. He'd thought maybe he was a closeted gay man. But that wasn't it either because he had a healthy passion for women. And he hadn't ever had any feelings for a guy. So if not that, then what? Was he that desperate to get off? Because he did.. get off that is.. plenty when reading the stuff. But then, that was personal too and somewhat confusing and also a tad embarrassing. He wasn't altogether sure he wanted anyone to know that.
He finally came to the conclusion that maybe it was the sub-stories there. That they were presented in a completely different light. That men could be almost like women in some ways. That they could have these emotional lives that he'd not really ever seen a reason to delve into. And they didn't become all femme or anything. They were still very masculine despite the tears and the screaming and the rather angsty moments of love making.
He hadn't ever made love to a woman and felt like that. And he hated to think it, but he couldn't help but wonder if gay men really did have love lives that were that passionate. Of course they didn't. Because, well, it was a story. It wasn't real. But even in a small way? What would it be like to make love to someone who could turn you over and knock you out with one punch to the face? But didn't? Restrained their power for you? Women weren't like that. Men.. men were.
So maybe he was curious. Checking out the closet as it were. But it didn't mean anything other than he had to consider his choices in women now, that maybe he was picking doe like gals, without a bone in their bodies to stand up to him.
And while he did that, he kept on writing.
He taps his fingers on Heero's knee and wonders aloud, "So, do you think we should take the Biology 101 at the same time next quarter?"
"No." Heero wasn't up for taking classes with him and Duo was determined to find out. It was driving him nuts to know that Heero would go out of his way to not be in the same class with him. What was Heero hiding anyway? Still Heero blinks down at him when Duo lifts his gaze and looks back at his friend.
"Why not?" Duo asks.
"Because, there's no need. Whatever you take, I can read your notes. I refuse to pay for two classes of the same sort. You are welcome to read my notes as well, Duo." Heero's calm logic was infuriating.
"Ah c'mon Heero, you know this is nuts. I just want to have a reason to study and bum answers off of you now and again." Duo smirks. It was an old argument and he knew exactly how it would end. "You know, I'm gonna have to sneak into a class at the last minute and force you to stay. Cause you know you'd never quit. Not after you'd begun. Not even to avoid meeee." He teases his friend and beams.
"Hn. I'm not avoiding you, Duo. How could I do that? I live with you."
"Oh Hee-chan! You do!" Duo rolls his head and all but lays full in Heero's lap. "See? I knew you cared. That's such a typical answer."
"It's the same answer I give you every time," Heero smirks and in response, Duo's laughter rings out. It was okay. They always came out this way.
"Okay Hee-chan. Oh! Hey! My download! Thanks buddy. I appreciate it." And Duo straightens, giving Heero a small shove. "Off!" At which, Heero stands obediently, returning to his homework.
Later, that evening, lights out, down low, a soft click in the dark and the room is flooded with a cool blue light. It bathes over the sculpted chest of a young man who brushes his bangs out of his face and casually pulls up an old site he's been keeping an eye on. His mouth turning up into an amused smile, he goes to read the newest addition to the archive.
- Owari -
: ) Thanks for the kind comments so far. They're really appreciated!
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"Dammit.. I can't seem to get this to upload!" the sigh of exasperation pulls into the room and Duo leans back, rather close to losing his temper and simply throwing the entire machine out of the window. Of course, he'd have to be careful and look out and down to be sure he's not breaking anyone's head with it. Just.. just...
"GRAAAAHHH!!!"
"Here.." a warm body bumps next to him and almost shoves him off of his chair. He looks in surprise at Heero and scoots just enough, peeking at the screen as he does so. One thing could be said for Heero. He was unflappble for the most part, but he had his moments where you could tell you were just under his skin and those were times when Duo scored a point for himself In all the years he'd known Heero Yuy, he'd not scored more than seventeen points.
This made it eighteen. Noice. Boo yeah... all that.
He grins and leans against Heero. "Oh Hee-chan, you are so good to me.." purring it into his friend's ear and laughing as the dark haired boy grunts and shoves himself further onto the chair, pushing Duo almost completely off. It's fight to stay on, or stand up.
Duo of course, fights. He reaches around and grabs Heero's shoulders and hangs on for dear life, on what can't be more than five inches of chair. "Wow.. you know, you type fast?" he quips as he stares at the screen and the letters appearing like magic there.
"hmm.."
"I mean, I guess I've always known you typed fast. I wouldn't have tried to bribe you last month to type up my Engilsh 205 paper if I didn't know you could type like a banshee, but watching you, and you're so accurate. Do you ever use the back space? Hey.. what're you doing there? That's the thing, right there, yep.." and Duo reaches before, tapping the screen to show exactly what it was.
Heero pauses. "HXD? What kind of name is that?" and that small frown line that shows when he's confused, draws itself over his brow.
"Umm... just a paper I wrote. Look, it's a fiction. Don't read it okay? I mean, it's stupid and stuff. Just put it up, okay?" Duo is blushing and he points haphazardly but landing on a particular portion of the screen a little too unerringly. "Here, that's looking right. I think it has to upload there."
"Yes. Do you want to make any comments?" Heero pauses at a comment box.
"Oh sure, here, let me.." Duo has to shift in his seat and all but hang over Heero's lap as he types in "HXD Dorm Room Trouble" and then hits enter. "There, that should do it." He smiles. "Now, will it upload?"
He's very aware of the heat rising up off of Heero's legs and he blushes. It really is just for fun. It's not like he's interested in any way. It's just that he's not an idiot and the other writers were right. Sexy is a good name for a man that nice looking and with that much attitude. A body can't help but want to be the first to break through that shell. It would make you more important than anyone else on the planet.
Of course, Heero's walls had been broken through, many a time. Quat and he had maintained a very close friendship and Duo and he had kept fairly close as well. Close enough to be sharing the same dorm room at the same college for the same year. And with plans of keeping the set up much the same the year after. Heero had nightmares and he didn't want anyone else to have to put up with them. And he didn't want to spend too much money on housing. So until they were able to move out of the dorms, they were stuck together. Or rather, Heero had asked and Duo could never really say no to a guy who'd maybe asked for five things his entire life and only three from Duo.
He could show emotion, he had emotion which was a surprise when they'd discovered it. He just rarely lost control over his emotions. Whereas Duo was constantly on the alert for the next emotional wave. Duo, who wouldn't have recognized himself if he had too much control over his inner self. It was an ego thing. And right now, he was using that power of lack of control, to fixate on something that he wasn't very sure he wanted to come clean on yet. It had been three months since he'd opened up that website and slowly but inexorably become hooked on stories of his friends and himself... in compromising situations.
Silly, really. And he hadn't done much with the other guys. Even sillier that most of his stories were about himself and Heero. Which could have been a great portion of the reason eh didn't want to come clean. Heero wouldn't kill him or hurt him or anything. It was just the possibility that Heero would take it seriously. I mean, the guy in the fictions was nothing like the real Heero. He was cold, a bastard, and completely unreachable. The real Heero was far from that. But just as unreachable. Which made him just as sexy, just in a more complex and more unfocused, diluted way. There wasn't the same raw power you got from writing moments. It was more a matter of day to day moments that made up the real Heero and most of them would never make it on paper.
Besides, he was careful not to put in much of the real Heero, his ability to talk nonstop about Terry Pratchett books (an oddity that Quat had introduced him to and somehow had met with his standards for quirky, innocent humor), his inability to bake any cake or cookie without slightly burning it because he was afraid of it being too doughy, his favorite color, his dreams, the way his voice would go high in a muffled shriek if Duo managed to get to that tickle spot that he hid from everyone. Duo didn't want to share those sorts of things with the world. So he kept to the things that the world knew and the world guessed at. The Heero in his fiction was no more real than the Duo was.
He'd tried to decide on what it was that made it so fascinating to him. It wasn't the fact that it was Heero or himself that were there. Because it wasn't them. He'd thought maybe he was a closeted gay man. But that wasn't it either because he had a healthy passion for women. And he hadn't ever had any feelings for a guy. So if not that, then what? Was he that desperate to get off? Because he did.. get off that is.. plenty when reading the stuff. But then, that was personal too and somewhat confusing and also a tad embarrassing. He wasn't altogether sure he wanted anyone to know that.
He finally came to the conclusion that maybe it was the sub-stories there. That they were presented in a completely different light. That men could be almost like women in some ways. That they could have these emotional lives that he'd not really ever seen a reason to delve into. And they didn't become all femme or anything. They were still very masculine despite the tears and the screaming and the rather angsty moments of love making.
He hadn't ever made love to a woman and felt like that. And he hated to think it, but he couldn't help but wonder if gay men really did have love lives that were that passionate. Of course they didn't. Because, well, it was a story. It wasn't real. But even in a small way? What would it be like to make love to someone who could turn you over and knock you out with one punch to the face? But didn't? Restrained their power for you? Women weren't like that. Men.. men were.
So maybe he was curious. Checking out the closet as it were. But it didn't mean anything other than he had to consider his choices in women now, that maybe he was picking doe like gals, without a bone in their bodies to stand up to him.
And while he did that, he kept on writing.
He taps his fingers on Heero's knee and wonders aloud, "So, do you think we should take the Biology 101 at the same time next quarter?"
"No." Heero wasn't up for taking classes with him and Duo was determined to find out. It was driving him nuts to know that Heero would go out of his way to not be in the same class with him. What was Heero hiding anyway? Still Heero blinks down at him when Duo lifts his gaze and looks back at his friend.
"Why not?" Duo asks.
"Because, there's no need. Whatever you take, I can read your notes. I refuse to pay for two classes of the same sort. You are welcome to read my notes as well, Duo." Heero's calm logic was infuriating.
"Ah c'mon Heero, you know this is nuts. I just want to have a reason to study and bum answers off of you now and again." Duo smirks. It was an old argument and he knew exactly how it would end. "You know, I'm gonna have to sneak into a class at the last minute and force you to stay. Cause you know you'd never quit. Not after you'd begun. Not even to avoid meeee." He teases his friend and beams.
"Hn. I'm not avoiding you, Duo. How could I do that? I live with you."
"Oh Hee-chan! You do!" Duo rolls his head and all but lays full in Heero's lap. "See? I knew you cared. That's such a typical answer."
"It's the same answer I give you every time," Heero smirks and in response, Duo's laughter rings out. It was okay. They always came out this way.
"Okay Hee-chan. Oh! Hey! My download! Thanks buddy. I appreciate it." And Duo straightens, giving Heero a small shove. "Off!" At which, Heero stands obediently, returning to his homework.
Later, that evening, lights out, down low, a soft click in the dark and the room is flooded with a cool blue light. It bathes over the sculpted chest of a young man who brushes his bangs out of his face and casually pulls up an old site he's been keeping an eye on. His mouth turning up into an amused smile, he goes to read the newest addition to the archive.
- Owari -
: ) Thanks for the kind comments so far. They're really appreciated!
