Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, wish I did, just enjoy
writing about ‘em for free etc
Pairings: 1x2
Category: Romance, humour, conversation – of
sorts!
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Spoilers: None
Notes: Just
the nonsense that gets aired in the middle of a long night…
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you liked it, PLEASE let me know!
For jo,
to cheer her up. And for no other reason
at all, except for fun!
Entered in the GWA fluff contest.
“Owww…”
“Duo? What is
it?”
“Nothing.”
“Hn.”
“OK, not quite nothing…”
“Hn.”
“Are you asleep, Heero?”
“As the saying goes, Duo – not now.”
“Oh. Right. Well, you
asked –“
“Yeah. I did.”
“It’s my legs, you see –“
“Your legs?”
“They – hurt.”
“Hn?”
“Yeah. They ache – it’s very painful.”
A shift in the bedclothes of the
right hand bed.
“Injury?”
“Huh?”
An impatient sigh. “Did you injure yourself in yesterday’s
mission?”
“Ah – no, nothing there. In and out on ‘scythe with
no probs at all. Zap, pow,
Oz-of-ninepins, all fall down! Went
dancing afterwards at that club –“
“Hn.”
“Oh – yeah. Sorry.
Forgot. You
were there. I’ll get a cab next time,
OK? Just ran out of money last night,
y’know? Didn’t know who else to ask for
a lift home at – at -“
“Three in the morning.”
Laugh. Clipped short.
“Sure. Was it really? Good club…”
“So?”
“So -?”
“Your legs?”
“Oh! Oh,
yes. It’s just sometimes in the night,
like now. Sometimes in
the morning. They ache dreadfully. The joints are stiff – my calves are almost
painful to touch.”
More bedclothes shifting – a
body sitting up.
“You can see the doctor tomorrow.”
“Shit, no!”
Sudden, shocked silence.
“Heero? Sorry, you still listening?”
“Hn. So is half the building.”
“Sorry about that – but I – don’t want to see the doc,
OK? I don’t want to be signed off for any
reason. Not at the moment, every hand
needed, right?”
“Hn.”
“You understand, right?”
“Hn.”
“No, that’s not fair!
I’m sorry I woke you, sorry I bothered you –“
“…”
“All right, all right!
Perhaps I am a bit
scared. You don’t think it could be –“
“What?”
“You know –“
“Indigestion?”
“Lay off the jokes, Heero, you ain’t got the
flair. I meant – arthritis – you know –“
“Duo, you’re a teenager,
and extremely fit, it’s highly unlikely –“
“Something worse?”
“Ridiculous!”
Body lying down again, getting
comfortable in the bedclothes.
“Some exotic space disease… some hereditary genetic
defect… some Oz chemical warfare –“
“Aimed solely at Gundam
pilots with braided hair, I presume?”
“Lay off the sarcasm as well, Heero, it doesn’t suit
you.”
“Then go back to sleep. We’ll look into it in the morning.”
Breaths slowing; bodies snuggling
down.
“Owww…”
Sigh. Bedclothes thrown off.
Feet slapping on bare floorboards.
“Duo…”
“No, you just sleep, Heero. I’ll be fine.
Roll me up in the sheet in the morning and you can dispose of the body down
the laundry chute.”
“Sarcasm is no prettier on you, Duo. Let me see.”
“See what?”
“Your legs.”
Moment’s silence.
“Why?”
“Perhaps I can help.”
“How?”
Laboured sigh. “Perhaps it’s cramp. I can massage it away.”
“Ahh… yes.”
“Hn?”
“You’re – a little heavy-handed, Heero, y’know? Seem to remember my back seized up last time
you helped…”
Snort. Feet
slapping back across the floor; heavy thump of body back in bed.
“Oww…” Moan bitten back, not
quickly enough.
“Stop complaining.”
“It hurts…”
“It’s nothing.”
“What? What?
How can you say that -?”
“It’s nothing serious.”
“When did you qualify as a doc, Heero? As a geneticist? As a chemical warfare
expert -?”
“It’s just growing pains.”
Loud, incredulous laughter.
“It’s what?”
“Let’s wake the rest of the building, shall we? All teenage boys have it. The joints are stretching – the limbs growing
fast. There’s an unusual pressure on the
body in many areas. It’s bound to cause
some pain and cramps.”
Breath sucked in.
“Is that true?”
“Hn.”
“No, I mean it.
Is there any truth at all in that crap?”
“Hn.”
“Oh. Well. Perhaps it is, then.”
“…”
“When’s it gonna stop hurting?”
“Hn.”
Silence again.
“But I don’t want – I mean – “
“Hn.”
“You’re not being fair again, Heero. Everyone has doubts – everyone has
fears. It’s natural.”
“Hn.”
“No, it’s not growing up that I’m afraid of, per se. Of course it’s not! It’s just – you know – “
“Fear of the future.”
A furiously nodding head. “No, of course not, I can face anything,
y’know?”
“…”
“All right, all
right, so maybe I am scared of the future.
Of adulthood – of what’s to come.
Christ, I’ve barely got started, and look how much has happened already
in my life! And, like you say, I’m still
growing…”
Silence. Maybe a muffled sob.
Bedclothes thrown off again. Feet slapping on the boards
again.
“Hey!”
“Hn.”
“Well – I mean – I just wondered what you were doing,
sitting on my bed. You’re not gonna try
that leg massage are you?”
“Not if you don’t want me to. I just thought you might want some comfort.”
“Oh.”
“Hn.”
“Why, Heero?
It’s my problem, right?”
“I don’t like to think of you in pain, Duo. In your legs – or
anywhere.”
“Oh.”
A wide smile. A sigh. Rustling bedclothes – just
in one bed.
“You’re warm, Heero.”
“Too hot?”
“No – just right.”
“Hn.”
“Like the way you spoon up against me, y’know?”
“Hn.”
Soft, wet noise. Gentle.
The touch of lips on a shoulder, perhaps.
“Does it still hurt?”
“What?”
“The pain in your legs.”
“Oh! No – not at the moment.”
“It’ll relax, soon.
The whole growing phase will pass.”
“I’ll soon be a man,
eh?”
“Don’t laugh, Duo, it makes the bed shake.”
Silence. Comfort.
“Is that gonna be OK with you, Heero?”
“Hn?”
“Me growing up. Me changing. You changing, for that matter.”
“Hn.”
“Painful in lots of ways, Heero.”
“Hn.”
“No, you’re using that same argument again, we’re not
the same, we can’t all be as confident as you –“
“Hn.”
Small laugh. “OK, I agree.
It’ll be fun. It’ll be
different. It’ll be an adventure.”
“Now sleep.”
“Sure.”
More moments of silence. Breaths slowing – then
quickening.
“Owww…”
“What? Pain
again?”
“Hmm… sort of.”
“Hn?”
“Other pains.”
“What?”
“Other things growing, Heero.”
“Where?”
“You know.”
“Hn.”
“Yes, you do!
Here, let’s bring your hand round here, and then you can –“
“…”
“See? I told
you something was growing!”
“It’s late.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ve had hardly any sleep these last couple of
nights.”
“Uh-huh.”
Soft, wet sound again.
“Hn.”
“Yes, I know it’s good. And I’m kinda proud of the size myself! I could use that massage treatment in a
different place than my legs, y’know…”
“Hn.”
“But you gotta be more
gentle than you were on my back –“
“Hn.”
“Oh. Oh
yes. I mean – oh yes –“
“Hn?”
“Yeah, just the right – pressure – just exactly – just
– ohhhh
-“
“Pain?”
“Yeah. Good
pain. The best. I –“
“Hn.”
“Can’t – talk –“
“…”
Groan. Body
tensing, then relaxing limply under the sheet.
“Fabulous, Heero…”
“Hn.”
“So don’t get big-headed, it was just OK, I lied, all
right?” Soft snicker.
Body nudging body, under the sheet.
“Ahh, so you wanna - ?
Look, I’ll just – move here – I – oh!”
“Hn?”
“No, just the shock, your feet are cold! No, don’t stop – “
“Hn.”
“Right – you weren’t going to, OK. Hmm… that’s good – fits fine - that’s –“
“Duo –“
“Huh?”
“…”
“Tell – me later – can’t – concentrate - uhhh –“
Grunts. Moans of delight. Creaking bed. One cry – one deep sigh.
“Duo…”
“Remembered what you wanted to say?”
“Hn.”
“And?”
“How can you read so much into a grunt, Duo? When I’m too tired to talk – when you drive
me crazy with the storm of your words – when I just don’t want to form a
coherent sentence for whatever reason –“
Smile against skin, in the dark.
“You still know what I mean.”
“Sure, Heero.”
Another smile. Whispered words. Snickered laughter, very
low, under the sheet.
“Hn.”
“No – later on. Let me get my breath back. My legs are getting cramp again –“
“Hn.”
“I know, you have a cure for
that. But you’re right, we need some
sleep first. Now I’m diagnosed, I can
rest easy, y’know?”
“Hn.”
“No it’s not.”
“Hn.”
“I had the wet patch last time. It’s your turn.”
“…”
Smile. Kiss.
“Good night, Heero.”
“Hn?”
“Yeah. More adventure tomorrow. More growing up together.”
Gentle snore.
Affectionate grin in the darkness.
“I promise.”
End