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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next week he somehow managed to avoid another run-in with the three Adonis that had the whole school eating out of the palms of their hands. Not that they seemed to encourage it. They simply walked in a room and the drool factories started. It was disgusting, as far as Wufei was concerned.
Otto, he learned, wasn't quite the ass he'd first presented himself to be. Well, either that, or he realized he didn't stand a chance in a fight with Wufei. So, while they weren't exactly friends, they tolerated each other fairly well.
Wufei shifted the lamp on his desk as he easily worked through a complex equation. Otto leaned in the door and raised an eyebrow.
“It's Friday, Chang.”
“And?” he asked, glancing up briefly over the rim of his reading glasses.
“And, you're supposed to party. What kind of college student worries about homework on the weekends?”
He pursed his lips. “The kind that has to maintain a perfect GPA or his father will kick his ass.”
Otto snorted. “I don't have any doubt you can do that even if you relax every once in a while. There's a party at the lake. Wanna go?”
He sat back and gazed up at his roommate. “You want me to go to a party?”
He grinned. “I think it'd be great to see you get smashed. There's gonna be some really hot girls there.”
Wufei took his glasses off and mulled it over. He'd never really drank before. A glass of wine at dinner from time to time, but that was it. And the only parties he'd ever attended had been boring business parties. Usually he'd carried books and found somewhere to hide.
“How many people are going to be there?”
“There's usually a lot. It's kind of a welcome/welcome back party to get reacquainted with people we already know, and acquainted with others we don't. What do you say?”
He set his glasses on the desk. “Is this all right to wear or should I change?”
Otto grinned. “Naw, you're fine.”
Which was how, thirty minutes later, Wufei found himself with a plastic cup that had coke and some form of whiskey in his hand, sitting in a lawn chair near a bonfire. Music blasted over a loud system in the back of someone's truck. There were at least sixty people there. Some dancing, some singing, and some talking. They all seemed to be having a good time. Wufei felt completely out of his element.
A girl sat next to him. “Hi, I'm Catherine.”
“Wufei.” He guzzled his drink, grimacing at the burn as it slid down his throat.
“Your girlfriend is awfully brave to leave you alone at a party.”
He rolled his eyes. Subtlety was all well and good, he supposed, but he didn't get why people just didn't ask what they wanted to know instead of beating around the bush.
“Bravery has nothing to do with it,” he answered cryptically before taking another sip of his drink.
She tilted her head to the side as she studied him, obviously trying to translate his response. “She probably doesn't appreciate you enough, you know. Or maybe...”
“Catherine!”
She turned to look at the girl who called to her and Wufei took the opportunity to make a getaway. He needed another drink anyway. He found Otto by the ice chests that held the liquor and sodas and his roommate grinned up at him.
“Having fun?”
He shrugged and held his empty cup out. “Could you make me another?”
“Yeah.” Wufei glanced around as the drink was made. It seemed everyone was having a great time, but, with not really knowing anyone, he was getting bored.
“Hey princess.”
He pursed his lips and took the drink Otto offered. “Don't call me that.”
“Why not? It's cute and it fits.” He continued grinning like an idiot and Wufei rolled his eyes.
“Thanks for the drink.” He moved away as others gathered around to get drinks of their own. He wandered through the crowd, hearing bits and pieces of conversations that covered everything from troubles in a class to comparing different shades of nail polish. He sighed. Was this the best college students had to offer? Mundane conversations that held no more purpose than to idly pass the time?
An arm slid over his shoulder and he looked up into deep emerald green eyes. “Having a good time?”
He pulled away from Trowa a little too quickly and bit his lip. “Sorry, you startled me.”
The emerald eyes narrowed. That wasn't a startled move, it was an escape. He smirked. “Do I make you nervous, Wufei?”
He took a long pull on his drink, forcefully holding back the cough that tried to rise at the burn. “Why would you make me nervous?”
“You ran away last Monday.”
Wufei blushed as the reason for his hasty escape ran through his mind. It hadn't even been a subtle innuendo. He cleared his throat. “I... just remembered something I had to do.”
An auburn brow raised but he let the evasion slide. “We're over there. Care to join us?”
Wufei glanced to the side where the other two members of Trowa's group were watching them, both wearing smirks. “I don't think so, but thanks for the offer.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I... it's just...” He cursed his inability to form the right words.
Trowa took his arm gently and led him to the picnic table Duo and Heero were propped on. The braided man grinned. “How's it goin', princess.”
He ground his teeth. “Don't call me that.” He sat on the bench and took a long drink from his cup. “I swear I'm going to kill Otto.”
Heero snorted. “Shouldn't be too hard, since you're rooming together. How is that going, by the way?”
He shrugged. “He knows I can kick his ass, therefore, he doesn't mess with me.”
Trowa laughed as he sat on the table, letting his feet rest on the bench next to Wufei. “Otto's a poser. He acts tough but runs or tries to make nice when someone stronger than him comes along.”
“Which is just about everyone,” Duo quipped. “So, Wuffers, what's your major?”
He raised an eyebrow at the nickname and took a steadying breath, he really didn't want to piss these guys off for some reason. “Business.”
“Boring.”
He shrugged. “I don't really have much of a choice.”
Duo lit a cigarette and finished off his beer. “There's always a choice.”
He shook his head and looked away. “Not in my family,” he muttered.
Trowa gave Duo a look that clearly said to back away from the topic. The last thing he wanted was to upset Wufei. The Chinese man finished his drink and Duo hopped up.
“What ya drinkin? I'll get it for ya.” He waved his empty bottle. “I need another one, myself.”
“I'm not sure what it is. Otto's been making it. Coke and some kind of whiskey, I think.”
Duo nodded and took his cup, disappearing into the crowd. He glanced to Trowa and Heero. “What are your majors?”
“Graphic design,” Heero answered.
“Music.”
“Oh? What do you play?”
“Flute and piano.”
“Yeah,” Duo interjected as he returned, winking at Wufei. “Tro has got some very talented fingers.”
Wufei nodded slowly. That would have to be the case if he was trying to major in music. He missed the smirks on the other's faces as the insinuation in Duo's deranged compliment went completely over his head.
Duo shook his head. “Anyway, I saw someone I need to talk so I'll catch you guys later. Try not to get too drunk Wuffles, you look like a light weight to me.”
His brows drew together and he looked up to Trowa. “Light weight?”
He smiled. “Easy to get drunk.”
“Oh.” He took a gulp of his drink and frowned, touching his fingers to his lips. “My lips are numb.”
Heero smirked and slid from the table. “I think I'm gonna head out.”
Trowa glanced to his friend. “The party hasn't even started yet.”
“I don't see who I'm looking for. I think I'll try the dorms.” He popped a pill and guzzled it with his ever present bottle of water.
Trowa pursed his lips. “I really wish you'd stop that.”
Heero shrugged. “We all have our vices. See you later.”
He sighed as Heero disappeared through the crowd and looked down to Wufei. The Chinese man looked up to him with confusion drawing his brows together. “Where'd the others go?”
He laughed softly. A drunk Wufei, it appeared, was quite adorable.
******
“Are you serious?”
He nodded with a grin and sipped his beer. “Sure as I'm sitting here. It'll be ready next month.”
“Damn, Quatre, you got all the luck.”
The blond leaned his elbows on the rim of the bed of the truck. “What can I say? My Father loves me.”
The girl he was talking to sighed. “My dad loves me, too, but I don't think I could ever talk him into buying a chalet for me. He thinks I'm too spoiled as it is.”
He grinned. “That's really the problem, Relena. You are spoiled. You flaunt your money like there's no tomorrow.”
She pouted, sipping on what Quatre called her 'bitch drink'. “I'm no more spoiled than you are.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “I've earned every cent I have. I worked and bought my car. The chalet is an early graduation present and by far the biggest thing my father has ever given me. And I'm grateful for that.”
She shrugged. “You're weird. I don't get why someone who could have everything handed to them would bother with working for it.”
He rolled his eyes. “You'd never understand.”
She huffed and stood. “I don't know why I bother talking to you.”
“Because I'm the only one who doesn't buy your bull crap and even you need a good dose of reality from time to time.”
She hopped out of the bed of the truck and he watched her go with an amused smile. He normally wasn't quite so mean with her, but she'd been bitching all night about one thing or another. He came to the party to have fun, not listen to her complaints about life in general.
A beer was set in the bed of the truck and hands wrapped around him from behind, a firm chest pressing to his back. He glanced down the fingerless glove covered hands and smirked. “Still can't get enough?”
“I don't think it's possible to get enough of you.”
He sighed as lips trailed over his neck. “Isn't it against your code?”
He slid his hand down to cup the bulge in front of the blond's pants, massaging gently until it began to harden and Quatre had to set his beer down in the truck.
“I'm tired of that game.”
He turned in the brunette's embrace and put his arms over his shoulders, gazing into violet eyes. “Are you saying you don't want just one more semester?”
He nodded. “No time line, Quat. I just want to be with you.”
He smiled softly, wrapping his hand around the thick braid. “Just don't follow through with your promise.”
He frowned. “What promise?”
“You once said that the day you settled down would be the day you chopped your hair off.”
He leaned forward and raked his teeth over Duo's earlobe before sucking it into his mouth, lips curving up as the braided man shivered. “Of course, you also said no one would ever top you.”
Duo was not accustomed to blushing, but the strange role reversal he'd started with the blond two semesters ago was a heavily guarded secret. If Heero ever found out he was taking it from the blond he'd never hear the end of it. “Don't say stuff like that. Someone might hear you.”
Quatre chuckled and moved his hands to Duo's ass, massaging the firm muscles as he pulled their clothed erections flush together. “You know you like it.”
Duo moaned. “Beside the point.” He found the blond's lips with his own and nibbled on them before slipping his tongue inside. The hands on his ass clenched tightly and he rocked his hips into Quatre's, searching for friction to help along his growing erection. One of his hands slid down further and slipped into one of Duo's deep pockets on his thigh.
The braided man pulled back to protest, but was too late as Quatre had already flipped the top and glanced inside. He pursed his lips and released Duo to pluck the roach out of the pack, holding up. “I thought we'd talked about this.”
He sighed. “Come on, Quat, it's just weed, and I don't do it very often. At least I'm not poppin' pills like Heero.”
Quatre snorted and dropped it back in the pack. He always left the final decision up to Duo as to whether he would or wouldn't smoke, but he also made it clear that he whole-heartedly disagreed with it. “I don't see how the three of you haven't killed yourselves.”
“Hey, we've toned down a lot since high school.”
He leaned his back to the truck. “I thought it was high school that you and Heero managed to corrupt Trowa.”
He lit a cigarette and dropped the pack back in his pocket. “Not exactly.”
Quatre frowned. “So what did happen?”
Duo leaned his hand on the truck. “He was headed for the Olympics, you know.”
Both blond eyebrows raised. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “He was a tumbler. A damn good one at that.” He looked away, remembering the day the announcement had come over the loud speakers of the high school. “It happened in our sophomore year. A really bad car wreck. He'd been running late for school and his parents had a meeting to get to.” He raised a shoulder. “His dad always did have a lead foot. Tried to beat a red light, semi hit them. His mom and dad died. Trowa was in the hospital for months.” He looked back to the blond. “It took him a while just to learn to walk again.”
Quatre shook his head. “That's bad, but what does it have to do with corrupting him?”
“He blamed himself. Heero and I had known of him, but we didn't meet him until we found him at one hell of a crazy party, drunk off his ass and about to be taken dry by a dumb ass who didn't realize Trowa was too drunk to know what was going on. We got him out of there and... I don't know. After that, he just started to become one of us.”
He released a breath. “He's the good one of us, though. That's for sure.”
Quatre studied the brunette's profile. “You're not a bad person, Duo.”
He smirked and looked back to the blond. “Oh yes I am. My parents have probably turned over in their graves so many times they've drilled themselves to China.”
Quatre snorted. “Is Trowa here?”
“Yeah.”
“And have he and Heero found their conquests for the semester?”
He nodded. “Have you seen the new Chinese student? Little short guy that beat the hell outta Otto the first day?”
Quatre smirked and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Trowa's going after him. Heero's got his sights on some guy named Zechs Merquise. I ain't seen him yet. I don't think I have any classes with him.”
The blond bit his lip. “I know Zechs.”
Duo glanced to the blond. “Is there something wrong with him?”
“I... well, I saw him in the library the other day with Kushrenada.”
Duo raised an eyebrow. “He's sleeping with a professor? That'll turn messy.”
“I think it already is,” he said quietly. “Zechs didn't seem too happy about what was happening, but he didn't push him away and, trust me, Zechs isn't a pushover.”
“Hm.” He turned and picked up his beer. “We'll have to investigate I guess, but for now, would you like to go see what Trowa and Wufei are up to? I'm pretty sure the poor kid's about sloshed by now.”
Quatre shook his head. “Corrupting people again, Duo? I was hoping one of these days I'd rub off on you.”
Duo grinned and pulled the blond close, rubbing his still semi-hard length against him. “What are you talking about? We rub off on each other frequently.”
The blond smirked, retrieved his own beer, and wrapped his free arm around Duo's waist as they made their way back to the others. “One of these days I'm going to make a model citizen out of you, Duo.”
He gave Quatre a look that clearly said he didn't believe that. He shook his head as they neared the picnic table. Heero was nowhere to be seen and Trowa and Wufei didn't seem to have moved since he'd left. Trowa raised an eyebrow as he saw the blond.
Quatre shrugged. “What can I say? He likes me.”
Trowa smirked as he looked to Duo. “Finally got whipped, did you?”
He snorted. “Who says I'm the one that's whipped?”
Quatre pinched his bottom and looked to Wufei, ignoring his lover's protesting yelp. The Chinese man was gazing up at them through narrowed, alcohol gazed eyes. He extended his hand.
“Quatre Winner.”
“Chang Wufei.”
Blue eyes widened. “Chang? As in Shan Chang's son?”
He nodded drunkenly and took another sip of his drink. “Yeah.”
Quatre shook his head slowly and sat on the bench. “You're father actually allowed you out of the house? I'm... shocked.”
Wufei frowned. “You know 'im?”
“Not personally.” He bit his lip, not about to divulge the unflattering comments his father had said about Chang. “My father has had business dealings with him.”
His mouth dropped in a silent 'O' and he nodded slowly, holding up his cup in a salute. “Send 'im my condolences.”
A blond brow quirked. “You don't get along well with him?”
Wufei snorted and swayed slightly as he pointed at the blond. “I get along with him great. All you have to do is agree with everything he says and bow down to him.” He huffed and leaned his back to the table, finishing his drink with a scowl. “Damn bastard. You know he wouldn't even let me watch TV?”
Quatre patted his shoulder. “Well, you're free now.”
He pursed his lips. “Sure. He sends me off with no idea of what I'm getting into and dumps me here for two years.” He dropped his chin to his chest glaring into his now empty cup. “Keeps me locked up for years, no clue about the outside world and then throws me into it.”
Quatre's heart broke for the poor guy. “Hey, cheer up.” He glanced to Duo who was watching the Chinese man with a small frown. The braided man took the cup from Wufei's hands and set it on the table.
“You know what you need, Fei?”
“What?”
“To dance.”
Obsidian eyes widened. “But I don't know how.”
Duo lifted him up by his hands and pulled him to his chest, wrapping his arms around his waist. Wufei took a moment to steady himself and pulled back a little. “Wait. We're both men.”
He shrugged. “So?”
“Men aren't supposed to dance together.”
He smirked. “Quatre and I dance together all the time.” He began swaying to the music, directing Wufei's hips to do the same.
Trowa and Quatre watched with amusement as the flushed Chinese man slowly began to follow Duo's prompting. While he never got exactly comfortable, he made it through three songs before pulling away and saying it was enough. Duo smirked and reached out, snagging the tie from Wufei's hair to free the raven locks from their confining pony tail.
He frowned. “Give it back.”
Duo laughed and stretched the holder till it snapped. “Oops.”
Wufei sat back on the bench and folded his arms over his chest. “You're an ass.”
Quatre chuckled. “Yes, he is.”
Wufei tilted his head back. “Trowa, can I have another drink?”
The auburn haired man leaned down slowly until their faces were just inches apart. “Same thing?”
His breath caught in his throat at the nearness and the silken voice. He swallowed and mentally kicked himself. Trowa was a man. He would not, could not go there. It wasn't natural. He didn't even want to think about it. He frowned. What was he supposed to be thinking about?
Trowa smiled. “Wufei? What did you want to drink?”
“Oh, the same thing.”
He nodded and slid from the table. Wufei watched him walk off, heart beating a little harder than it should have been. He swallowed and stood, looking to Duo and Quatre.
“I'm sorry. Tell him I'm sorry. But I need to go.” He turned and ran through the crowd, head spinning and steps not quite certain as the alcohol coursed through him. He felt like he was about to be sick, although, whether it was from the alcohol or the incident with Trowa, he didn't know. He didn't really want to find out, either. He had to find Otto. He found his roommate making out with some random girl and tugged his sleeve.
“I hate to bother you,” he said quietly, leaning heavily against the nearby van. “But I've got to get out of here.”
Otto glanced over. “Damn, Chang, how much did you drink?”
“Too much.”
TBC....
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