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More of the 1x2x3x4x5
From the incline of the roof, Heero had a good view of half of the grounds. He spotted the bike Quatre had borrowed from Trowa the second it appeared on the path between the trees. Since he was still feeling sort of put out by the way Quatre had ordered him to be there and ready, he just shrugged and kept on exercising. He wasn't done with his one-hundred push-ups yet.
Two minutes later, the skylight he had used to climb up there was pushed open and a blond head appeared through it, shortly followed by the rest of the teenager it belonged to. Heero's eyebrow twitched.
"How did you find me?" he asked, annoyed but also secretly impressed. He was now doing sit-ups, hands crossed behind his neck, feet wedged under the ledge of the skylight. When he relaxed against the warm tiles of the roof, his head was lower than his legs by almost fifteen inches.
"Uh-- I ... just did," Quatre explained after a few seconds as he brushed a hand against his chest absently. The other hand was clenched on the ledge, its knuckles white.
In between two sit-ups, Heero noticed that Quatre had been staring at the way his tanktop rode up.
"You just did," he repeated patiently, waiting for more explanation on the way he had been found.
"Yes, I just did," the blond one repeated absently.
"Winner?"
"You have brown nipples--uhm."
At first Heero wondered, absurdly, if Quatre's fair skin couldn't take the sun. But there wasn't so much sun. Then he called himself stupid for not getting that he was blushing, even though he had rarely seen anyone blush that explosively before, and even less that darkly.
The third and fourth thought came on each other's heels. 'He's blushing because he was thinking of my nipples--' '--he wants me.'
Heero sat up, because the blood was rushing to his chee-- head. It was rushing to his head, because of the position he'd been in and not because he was blushing, because Quatre -- pure, idealistic little Quatre -- found him desirable.
Not only convenient.
He lowered his eyes, reached out to grab the ledge with his hand. He was thinking a mile a minute. Except it was going nowhere, because every time it felt like it was going somewhere he felt Quatre's eyes on him and he had to start again.
Then he put a knee on the tiles to push himself up, and decided that he needed to buy newer shirts, ones that wouldn't be all distended by time and use; this time, Quatre was staring down the neck hole. Heero felt his eyes like he could have felt the wind; it was making his flesh break out in goosebumps all the way down to his stomach.
He stood up, leaning forward slightly to keep his balance, his fingertips on the ledge, and looked on the side at his teammate. "Are you gay?"
That was the only reason he'd found for Quatre to actually look like he ...well ... liked what he saw. (who was Heero to judge if Quatre liked them scrawny and wiry as hell?) Wufei had used him as an outlet for his frustration, only touching his body when necessary, and Heero felt like Trowa had been more turned on by the voyeurism and the feeling of transgression than by Heero himself. Neither of them had looked at him with those hungry eyes.
Quatre's hand caught his tanktop and pulled--he heard the fabric tear slightly-- and then there was a mouth plastered against his chest. The cloth went wet and he felt a bite through the thin cotton -- Quatre's other hand slid under his tanktop, up his ribcage--his fingers brushed one of Heero's nipple-- Heero's feet slid on the tile as he started and he nearly fell head first through the skylight, knocking Quatre along. They both threw their hand forward to lean against the other side of the skylight --Heero's shirt tore a bit farther when the blond pilot wrenched his hand free-- and then they both froze, listening to the tiles clanging down the roof, banging against the guttering before plummeting down the side of the house. Then there was a loud noise of stone against metal.
The boys exchanged a guilty look.
"Where did you park Trowa's bike again?"
By the way, i'm going to see Kin this saturday, so I'm going to wake up late this night and not be able to stay as long as usual. Maybe i'll spend the night at her place, i don't know yet.
Two minutes later, the skylight he had used to climb up there was pushed open and a blond head appeared through it, shortly followed by the rest of the teenager it belonged to. Heero's eyebrow twitched.
"How did you find me?" he asked, annoyed but also secretly impressed. He was now doing sit-ups, hands crossed behind his neck, feet wedged under the ledge of the skylight. When he relaxed against the warm tiles of the roof, his head was lower than his legs by almost fifteen inches.
"Uh-- I ... just did," Quatre explained after a few seconds as he brushed a hand against his chest absently. The other hand was clenched on the ledge, its knuckles white.
In between two sit-ups, Heero noticed that Quatre had been staring at the way his tanktop rode up.
"You just did," he repeated patiently, waiting for more explanation on the way he had been found.
"Yes, I just did," the blond one repeated absently.
"Winner?"
"You have brown nipples--uhm."
At first Heero wondered, absurdly, if Quatre's fair skin couldn't take the sun. But there wasn't so much sun. Then he called himself stupid for not getting that he was blushing, even though he had rarely seen anyone blush that explosively before, and even less that darkly.
The third and fourth thought came on each other's heels. 'He's blushing because he was thinking of my nipples--' '--he wants me.'
Heero sat up, because the blood was rushing to his chee-- head. It was rushing to his head, because of the position he'd been in and not because he was blushing, because Quatre -- pure, idealistic little Quatre -- found him desirable.
Not only convenient.
He lowered his eyes, reached out to grab the ledge with his hand. He was thinking a mile a minute. Except it was going nowhere, because every time it felt like it was going somewhere he felt Quatre's eyes on him and he had to start again.
Then he put a knee on the tiles to push himself up, and decided that he needed to buy newer shirts, ones that wouldn't be all distended by time and use; this time, Quatre was staring down the neck hole. Heero felt his eyes like he could have felt the wind; it was making his flesh break out in goosebumps all the way down to his stomach.
He stood up, leaning forward slightly to keep his balance, his fingertips on the ledge, and looked on the side at his teammate. "Are you gay?"
That was the only reason he'd found for Quatre to actually look like he ...well ... liked what he saw. (who was Heero to judge if Quatre liked them scrawny and wiry as hell?) Wufei had used him as an outlet for his frustration, only touching his body when necessary, and Heero felt like Trowa had been more turned on by the voyeurism and the feeling of transgression than by Heero himself. Neither of them had looked at him with those hungry eyes.
Quatre's hand caught his tanktop and pulled--he heard the fabric tear slightly-- and then there was a mouth plastered against his chest. The cloth went wet and he felt a bite through the thin cotton -- Quatre's other hand slid under his tanktop, up his ribcage--his fingers brushed one of Heero's nipple-- Heero's feet slid on the tile as he started and he nearly fell head first through the skylight, knocking Quatre along. They both threw their hand forward to lean against the other side of the skylight --Heero's shirt tore a bit farther when the blond pilot wrenched his hand free-- and then they both froze, listening to the tiles clanging down the roof, banging against the guttering before plummeting down the side of the house. Then there was a loud noise of stone against metal.
The boys exchanged a guilty look.
"Where did you park Trowa's bike again?"
By the way, i'm going to see Kin this saturday, so I'm going to wake up late this night and not be able to stay as long as usual. Maybe i'll spend the night at her place, i don't know yet.
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Not only convenient.
Aw!
...although, 'pure, idealistic little Quatre' my ass. XD Perv.
And heh, looks like the roof is not the best place for a tryst.
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*licks heero and runs*
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I'm glad you liked the way the 5x1 happened ^______^