Heero tried not to glance over the short half-wall into the
next shower stall... he really did. One should not ogle one's partner's
ass in the showers... really, one shouldn't. But Duo had his back turned.
And his arms over his head, stretching that back out in the most delicious
manner. And then when he pulled that mane of hair around and began working
the shampoo through the strands and those suds began their lazy slide down
that back, Heero couldn't help himself... really, he couldn't. That sexy,
slippery slide was making him think about what it would feel like to follow
that same trail with his tongue. Running down over strong shoulders, following
the lovely curve of spine, tracing all the way down to where the firm muscles
of that pert little ass created just the right angles to cause those suds
to funnel down… oh God… right there. Right where Heero would
just about sell his soul to be able to touch.
Those damn, lucky soap bubbles.
Heero tried with all his might to pull his gaze away, to force
himself to go back to his own shower, to… in fact, get the hell done
so he could get the hell dressed before Duo got the hell done and saw…
Heero’s little problem.
And he’d almost managed it too… the soap had finished
its oh so slow slide and Heero had already bitten the inside of his cheek
and he was really, really just about to drag his eyes away…
When Duo dropped the soap.
There was the sound of a deep-throated groan that somehow
seemed to echo in the locker room and Heero wondered briefly what had made
that noise until Duo straightened and turned around to ask, ‘Heero?
Are you ok?’
Heero jerked his head down and busied himself with looking
for his own shampoo bottle… he was sure he’d left it around
there somewhere. ‘Fine,’ somebody said in a rather high falsetto,
and Heero felt compelled to clear his throat. ‘I’m fine.’
‘You sure you weren’t hurt or anything?’
Duo asked, even as he was tilting his head back into the spray of the water,
hands raised to work the shampoo out of his hair. With his eyes closed.
Totally facing Heero. Feet spread, body arched under the spray, hair slicked
and eyes closed. Not looking. Not able to tell that Heero was… well…
at least he wasn’t ogling his partner’s ass anymore.
There was a term for that incredible expanse of firm stomach
but it escaped Heero in that moment. He thought it might have something
to do with beer, but that made no sense, and my God he was pretty sure you
could crack a damn egg on those, ‘Abs…’ Heero heard himself
say out loud and cringed.
‘What?’ Duo asked, and Heero went back to looking
for that damn shampoo bottle just as his partner pulled his head out of
the flow of water to look across at him.
‘Absolutely,’ Heero blurted. ‘I am absolutely
sure I’m not hurt. Or anything.’
‘If you say so, buddy,’ Duo muttered with a faint
frown. ‘Because you sure don’t sound so good.’
He would be so much more fine, Heero reflected, if Duo would
finish his shower and go get dressed. Or drop the soap and really mean it.
But that wasn’t very likely, so hoping for dressage was probably the
more likely option. But did Duo go get dressed once his hair was washed?
No… he just got out his bottle of conditioner. And took that head
of hair of his and tossed it forward. Over his head. Bending over at the
waist. Making those long legs stretch and… and…
‘Oh dear God,’ Heero moaned and debated bashing
his own head into the shower wall to see if he could maybe short circuit
something and possibly get some of that blood supply to leave… uh…
there and go somewhere where it might do him some good. He didn’t
bother when he heard a sharp exclamation from the next shower stall and
suddenly Duo was in motion.
‘Damn it!’ Duo snapped as he headed… oh
shit… headed out of his own stall and around the corner. ‘I
knew you weren’t under cover when that explosion went off! Where are
you hurt? Let me see!’
Oh, he was going to see all right, of that Heero was certain.
Just probably not at all what he was expecting. Heero tried valiantly to
cover up his… problem, with the finally located bottle of shampoo
and cursed himself for not buying the big economy size. Suddenly, ease of
storage in a locker did not seem nearly as important as it once had.
And then Duo was there, still shoving hair out of his face,
and looking him over frantically for the imagined wound that Heero suddenly
wished he had.
Heero thought about saying a lot of things, but with the object
of his obsessive ogling now standing well within reach, that last valiant,
morally upstanding blood cell went south with its brethren and the jig…
as they say… was up.
‘Oh,’ Duo said in a small voice. And then, ‘Oh!’
again, before his tone turned sly. ‘Pardon me, man… didn’t
mean to interrupt a man and his shampoo bottle.’
Heero felt his face heat until he was amazed the water wasn’t
steaming off of it, and he reflexively jerked the bottle away from…
down there, with a glare in Duo’s direction. But Duo’s grin
only widened and Heero hastily put the bottle back, faint cover that it
was, as the blush crept down his face and threatened to turn into one of
those full body ones. Duo turned to leave the stall, pausing before ducking
around the wall, to toss him a wink. ‘Nice to see that Iron Man Yuy
has a breaking point after all.’
Heero blinked, and blinked again as Duo retrieved his conditioner
and gave him a teasing grin before bending back to work.
That time, Heero had no doubt where the sound of a feral growl
came from, and he tossed his shampoo bottle over his shoulder before vaulting
the damn little half wall.
He’d see just who had the breaking point.
Duo jerked upright at the sudden move, looking shocked for
just a second before a pleased… very pleased grin spread across his
face. ‘Help you with something?’
‘You have the bigger stall,’ Heero informed him,
stalking the few feet it took to bring them almost… nose to nose.
Duo’s smile managed to turn smug. ‘I wouldn’t
go that far, Tiger…’ he began, but Heero cut him off.
‘Need help with that conditioner?’ Duo merely
smiled and handed the bottle over before slowly turning his back to his
‘Could always use a… hand,’ he purred as
Heero gathered his hair up, sweeping it out of his way and leaning in to
swipe a gentle lick across the back of Duo’s neck. The lovely pale
place, normally always covered by the thick braid. The place, judging from
the sound that escaped Duo’s lips, that was very sensitive.
‘Heero,’ he sighed, even as he tilted his head
down and arched his body toward Heero’s, ‘that’s not my
‘Funny thing,’ Heero smiled, his lips tracking
the beginning of that long and delectable path he’d been eyeing earlier.
‘That’s not conditioner.’
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