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The Look
"What are you looking at Maxwell?" Heero growled as he glared sideways at me. Bent over his duffel bag, he was checking it one last time before our transport dropped us off at our mission start point. Swaying with the motion of the carrier, the loud drone of the engines all but drowned him out.
How to say, 'Your arms, man, I'm staring at the way they cord with tight muscle, and the way your shoulders roll and flex as you work.' How to say, 'I'm looking at your legs,buddy, the way they curve on the tops down to sharp knee caps, and the way they sweep over a bulge of muscle and then disappear into black combat boots.'How to say, 'Your back, of course, the way it's so long and lean and ending at a strong, trim ass.' You can't. Not to Heero Yuy. That's the answer. He's straight and has a Relena fetish. He might even kill a long haired, gay, ex gundam pilot, partner for stepping out of line.
I shrugged, grinned like an idiot, and said, "Nothing, just admiring your packing skills."
Heero's glare deepened and then he turned to grab something from one of the jump chairs. I could see the spandex clinging to the bulge between his legs as he bent to reach. My own duffel, hanging by the strap that I was checking, hit the deck and scattered some contents. I scrambled for them before some of them could roll towards the open hatch.
Turning with a handful of equipment I was shocked to see Heero's eyes slide away and an uncomfortable, almost embarrassed, look flit across his face. My mind churned and did a little 1+1= Heero was staring at my ass. I doubled checked and triple checked my calculations.Being wrong could get me more than an F, it could get me a grave marker and maybe a nice eulogy.
I decided to make a new equation. I sat down in one of the jump chairs and let my legs slide open, wide. I made a move to readjust myself, being very casual, of course. I saw him swallow hard and turn away.
It was still hard to believe, still hard to switch tracks from, Heero's with Relena and off limits, to, he's interested in me, or at least my ass and crotch. Since I was attached to both, I could only hope that he liked the entire package.
We were years out of the war, and only now starting to team up in Preventer missions. It seemed that my younger assumptions about my one time war buddy might have been way off base. That I might, actually, be able to do something about the attraction, that I had felt for him way back then, was making me grin from ear to ear.
"Could you check this buckle? It's cutting into my balls." I groaned with conviction and braced a big, black combat boot on a nearby support, giving him clear access.
Heero hesitated, but it wasn't an out of line request. Agents helped other agents suit up all the time. He crouched, his eyes hidden by his fall of chocolate hair, and worked at the buckle. His fingers were strong, blunt, and they couldn't help brushing against... It gave me an instant hard on.
Heero stared at it and then he looked up, his blue eyes like molten lava. I tensed, not sure how he was going to react, and then he said,"We have a mission."
I dared,"When it's over... maybe we could talk?"
His face did some interesting expressions and then he settled on one that was accepting and firm, "Afterward, yes," he replied as the jump alarm started sounding, or cue to exit the ship. "I'll readjust your buckle, then."
I laughed as I stood and hooked myself and my gear to the line leading to the hatch.Heero Yuy had used a double entendre. It seemed there were a lot of things that I didn't know about him. "It'll need a lot of adjusting," I warned him. "It's been needing your attention since the war."
He smiled as he hooked himself up to the line. "As long as you re-adjust mine."
"It's only fair," I laughed as I war whooped with adrenaline, and new found love, and made the jump.
The ENd
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