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complications (1x2x5) yet another tidbit
man, i'm really not writing so fast.
"I'm not gonna say it's not my fault, because I admit he's fun to bug, but I'm not even sure WHY I bug him so damn much. It's more like I remind him of something that really annoys him rather than like I'm really the one to piss him off. Though... I still piss him off on my own too," he added with a chuckle.
Heero frowned thoughtfully. He was aware that Wufei had a lot of issues, but the only one he could say he really knew about was the one about his sexuality. But Wufei was working through it -- or at least he had no problem getting his hands on another guy's dick, so it couldn't still be bothering him that much, right?
"Heero?"
"I'll have to ask him."
Duo cringed dramatically. "Your funerals, man. 'Kay, enough gossiping behind Wu's back. I really feel like a chick now."
Heero elbowed him. Duo's seat on the tuft of grass must not have been very solid, because he almost lost his balance trying to avoid Heero's elbow.
"Whoa! I knew it, you want to throw me down the cliff!" Duo exclaimed theatrically, still holding on to him as he straightened up.
Heero waited patiently for him to regain his footing, then gave a pointed look at his hand. It had landed on the inside of his thigh, half on his spandex and half directly on him. Duo, Heero noted absently, had a strong grip, and his touch was surprisingly warm after the cooling effect of the light sea wind on his damp skin. "... Duo. Your hand."
"Ack!!" Duo snatched his hand away quickly and leaned away, flushing. Of course, he lost his balance a second time. This time, Heero managed to grab his wrist and stabilized him.
"Are you correctly seated now? Can I let go?"
Duo gave the hand around his wrist a look Heero couldn't name anything but weird, and managed a small chuckle. "Gimme a minute." He moved on his tuft of grass, trying to find a more stable position. His knee ended up bumping Heero's, but Heero didn't protest because it gave him an additional support point. He released Duo's wrist, frowning at him thoughtfully.
"I don't have cooties, you know."
"Yeah, but you have super strength in case you get pissed that I groped you."
Heero blinked. "I thought gropes usually targeted ass or groin... or breasts, which I don't have anyway," he commented to himself.
Duo started to laugh. "Ehh-- for normal, non-wearer of skintight clothes people, inner thighs are usually considered private, buddy."
"So I could deck you and you wouldn't protest? Hmm." Heero tapped his own chin with a fingertip as he gave Duo a considering look.
"Hey! It's too late now, you let your chance pass by."
There was something moving at the corner of his eye-- a small boat, far on the horizon. Heero frowned.
"Let's go back before we're seen."
Duo sighed, and gave the open sea a regretful look. "You're not fun. I like the scenery..."
"I don't see what's so interesting about it," Heero commented as he straightened up. "It's just a lot of nothing but vast, flat expanses of air and water."
"Exactly. I like it. It's like there's no limit."
Heero frowned a little more as he walked carefully down the rocks. "I don't. It's too open."
"It's wide open in Space too, and you don't have a problem with that, do you?"
"It's different. In Space, there is truly nothing. It's easy to notice dangerous incomings. Here ..."
"I'd say the nothing is pretty dangerous in itself," Duo replied drolly. "Ever seen someone who's been spaced?" he added, muttering to himself.
As a matter of fact, Heero had, but that was really not something he wanted to talk about right now, so he pretended that he hadn't heard.
They went back to the ledge and waded through the water back to the camp, shoving each other. The tide had stabilized about two meters away from their campfire, leaving the tent and the caves dry. Wufei was still sitting at the same place, but now his legs were stretched in front of him, heels digging in the sand.
"I'm not gonna say it's not my fault, because I admit he's fun to bug, but I'm not even sure WHY I bug him so damn much. It's more like I remind him of something that really annoys him rather than like I'm really the one to piss him off. Though... I still piss him off on my own too," he added with a chuckle.
Heero frowned thoughtfully. He was aware that Wufei had a lot of issues, but the only one he could say he really knew about was the one about his sexuality. But Wufei was working through it -- or at least he had no problem getting his hands on another guy's dick, so it couldn't still be bothering him that much, right?
"Heero?"
"I'll have to ask him."
Duo cringed dramatically. "Your funerals, man. 'Kay, enough gossiping behind Wu's back. I really feel like a chick now."
Heero elbowed him. Duo's seat on the tuft of grass must not have been very solid, because he almost lost his balance trying to avoid Heero's elbow.
"Whoa! I knew it, you want to throw me down the cliff!" Duo exclaimed theatrically, still holding on to him as he straightened up.
Heero waited patiently for him to regain his footing, then gave a pointed look at his hand. It had landed on the inside of his thigh, half on his spandex and half directly on him. Duo, Heero noted absently, had a strong grip, and his touch was surprisingly warm after the cooling effect of the light sea wind on his damp skin. "... Duo. Your hand."
"Ack!!" Duo snatched his hand away quickly and leaned away, flushing. Of course, he lost his balance a second time. This time, Heero managed to grab his wrist and stabilized him.
"Are you correctly seated now? Can I let go?"
Duo gave the hand around his wrist a look Heero couldn't name anything but weird, and managed a small chuckle. "Gimme a minute." He moved on his tuft of grass, trying to find a more stable position. His knee ended up bumping Heero's, but Heero didn't protest because it gave him an additional support point. He released Duo's wrist, frowning at him thoughtfully.
"I don't have cooties, you know."
"Yeah, but you have super strength in case you get pissed that I groped you."
Heero blinked. "I thought gropes usually targeted ass or groin... or breasts, which I don't have anyway," he commented to himself.
Duo started to laugh. "Ehh-- for normal, non-wearer of skintight clothes people, inner thighs are usually considered private, buddy."
"So I could deck you and you wouldn't protest? Hmm." Heero tapped his own chin with a fingertip as he gave Duo a considering look.
"Hey! It's too late now, you let your chance pass by."
There was something moving at the corner of his eye-- a small boat, far on the horizon. Heero frowned.
"Let's go back before we're seen."
Duo sighed, and gave the open sea a regretful look. "You're not fun. I like the scenery..."
"I don't see what's so interesting about it," Heero commented as he straightened up. "It's just a lot of nothing but vast, flat expanses of air and water."
"Exactly. I like it. It's like there's no limit."
Heero frowned a little more as he walked carefully down the rocks. "I don't. It's too open."
"It's wide open in Space too, and you don't have a problem with that, do you?"
"It's different. In Space, there is truly nothing. It's easy to notice dangerous incomings. Here ..."
"I'd say the nothing is pretty dangerous in itself," Duo replied drolly. "Ever seen someone who's been spaced?" he added, muttering to himself.
As a matter of fact, Heero had, but that was really not something he wanted to talk about right now, so he pretended that he hadn't heard.
They went back to the ledge and waded through the water back to the camp, shoving each other. The tide had stabilized about two meters away from their campfire, leaving the tent and the caves dry. Wufei was still sitting at the same place, but now his legs were stretched in front of him, heels digging in the sand.
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"So I could deck you and you wouldn't protest? Hmm."
*snerk* Love this line.
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*ROFL* Well, Heero's nothing if not to the point. ^.^;;