Band for Life

Busy Days, Lazy Nights 2


Heero woke with a start. Unlike any other night, he was laying with someone. But quickly he realized he was in a dirty dressing room with fluorescent lights shining down on himself and Duo. He was about to simply close his eyes again when he noticed three things. One, Duo was snuggled awfully close, two, Duo’s breathing was coming in short gasping intakes, and three, something was poking into the side of his right thigh.

Smirking, he feigned sleep and allowed his left hand to inch over and “accidentally slide” off his abdomen and brush against Duo’s clothed erection. The braided boys breath hitched. Now, with a full-blown smile, Heero caressed Duo through his pants.

A quiet moaned echoed in the otherwise silent room. Unsure of what to do next, Heero gently pulled his hand back. He didn’t want to take advantage of the sleeping boy. So instead he busied himself with finding patterns in the foam ceiling tiles.

Feeling suddenly inspired, Heero sat up and reached for the pad of paper he always kept near. Grabbing the pencil from the metal spiral, he started to speak quietly as he wrote.

“In every dirty room, in every no-name town, if I could wake up by your side, my life would have meaning… To see your smile, to kiss you lips, let me drink you in like air…”

Heero never noticed the braided boy was even awake until warm lips pressed softly against his neck. He jumped slightly and looked at Duo.

Blinking owlishly, Duo smiled slowly at Heero. “Hey, sorry if I startled you.” His voice was quiet, still rough with sleep. “What’cha doing?”

“Uh, nothing. I sorta got inspired,” Heero replied sheepishly. He dropped the note pad and held his arms opened. Duo happily accepted the silent offer to be held. Together they fell back to lie on the bed.

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

“Heero?” Duo’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah?” Heero shifted Duo slightly in his arms.

“What’d ya thinks gonna happen when this tour is over?” Duo asked quietly.

“What do you mean? We’ll go back to either LA on New York and work on our next CD,” Heero said.

“Yeah…but what’s gonna happen to us?” Duo asked. When Heero looked at him he was staring sadly at the ceiling.

How could he respond to that? He had no idea! But each passing moment made him worry more and more. What if Duo stuck around? Would that ruin his reputation? What about the bands? And how would Duo handle being away from home? All the what ifs piled up, and Heero found himself speaking in his old monotone voice.

“There is no ‘us’. Sure we have a good time together, and we talk a lot, but do you honestly think anything would work when we return to LA?” It was so cruel, but he had to get Duo away now, before they both got hurt.

Sudden movement startled him out of his thoughts and he was gazing into shocked and hurt violet eyes. Duo’s shoulders shook gently as tears flooded his eyes. But he wouldn’t let them fall. “Fuck you Heero Yuy.” He climbed off the bed and stormed across the room, swinging the door open and slamming it shut.

“It’s for the best Duo,” Heero sighed as he lay back down.

Blue jean baby, LA man, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smiled, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must've seen him, dancin' in the sand

After that night, Duo did his job and nothing more. The other band members became concerned when Duo spoke with the rest of the staff, but no longer came by the tour bus. All eyes were on Heero.

“Heero,” Quatre pleaded relentlessly. “The tour’s almost over! Whatever happened between you and Dup, fix it! He’s been miserable and you haven’t been much better!”

Trowa pulled him aside one day. “What’s wrong?” Always to the point…

“Nothing,” Heero responded coolly.

“Bullshit Heero. Have you seen Duo lately? All he does is mope. And he even looks a little thinner.”

That struck a cord. Had driving Duo away really affected the boy that much?

“I only had the best intentions of the band in mind. What if word got out about Duo and I before I ended it?…What am I saying, there was nothing to begin with! End of story!” Heero was angry now. This constant pestering was getting on his nerves.

Trowa sighed. “Did you ever consider something was forming, and you were scared and pulled away?”

Heero’s brow furrowed. Scared? Heero Yuy? Ha! But…he didn’t want to hurt do. And he didn’t want to be hurt himself…Was that it? Was he…scared?

“Look, I’m not telling you what to do. I’m just sayin, you and Duo are miserable. Why not talk at least?” Trowa suggested.

Heero simply nodded and headed for the staff bus.

The bands hairdresser, Susie, answered when Heero knocked on the door. “Oh it’s you,” she said distastefully. Lowering his eyes in shame, Heero managed to mumble, “Is Duo here.” She looked him over and nodded once. “Duo! Someone’s here ta talk to ya!”

The sound of shuffling feet approached and then Duo appeared at the top of the stairs, hair a mess, cheeks tear stained. His blood shot eyes widened at the sight of Heero.

The whole world stopped, and then went in fast forward. Seeing the state Duo was in was too much. Heero bound up the stairs two at a time and took the weary boy into his arms.

“I’m so sorry Duo,” he whispered brokenly into chestnut hair. “I was scared. I’ve never felt like this for somebody else before. Please…I’m so sorry…so sorry…” Everything he felt in the past weeks caught up to him, and silent tears slid down his tan cheeks.

Slowly, slender arms wrapped around his waist, and he found himself in a strong embrace as he cried. “I understand Heero. I was kind of scared too…” He led them to a couch and sat Heero down, then sat beside him. “How bout we go somewhere? Get coffee, talk.”

Heero nodded and wiped his eyes. “I’d like that.”

Duo smiled warmly. “Great. I just gotta go change.”

While Duo went into one of the back rooms, other staff watched Heero like a hawk. ‘I guess it’s because I hurt him…’ he figured. Duo was a very likeable person and the rest of the staff kept an eye on him.

When Duo emerged from his room, Heero’s breath caught in his throat. Duo was dressed in a midnight blue button up satin shirt and tight black jeans. His hair was freshly braided and he oozed sex appeal.

“All set?” Duo asked smiling.

Heero could only nod. Duo chuckled as he walked down the steps and Heero followed him like a lost puppy.

The second they were out of sight of the busses, Heero pulled Duo in between two large brick buildings in the current city and pressed hi against the cool wall.

“Heero!” Duo gasped as said boy kissed down Duo’s jaw line to his neck. He alternated licking and nipping, loving the moans his pulled from the boy. But two gentle hands pushed him back.

“Slow down there tiger! We came into town to talk things out, not make out in an alley!” Duo gasped.

“You should have considered that before you wore this,” Heero growled as his hands slid down Duo’s back to cup his ass.

Duo moaned again and pressed his body closer to Heero’s. “We really ought to talk stuff out…nngh!”

Heero’s one hand continued to knead Duo’s ass while the other crept around and massaged his growing erection through his pants. Finally Duo shoved him away.

Panting, he looked up at the other boy. “Heero, we HAVE to talk. I don’t want this to be some hook up while you’re on tour,” he paused, blushing. “I really like you…I’d like this to be a real relationship.”

Heero nodded, and realized they were still in the alley. He took Duo’s hand and led him to the sidewalk. “Let’s go find a coffee place.” Duo noticed as they walked down the street, Heero never released his hand. He couldn’t help but smile.