I Never

Duo Maxwell decided he hated traffic probably more than anything living or un-alive as the case may be. Of course you would too if you got stuck in it on the hottest day of the year---no air conditioning---with the sexiest most untouchable goddamn man you’ve ever seen. Said man of course being Heero Yuy---who in the moment is flipping through the radio channels with long deadly fingers that could kill a man using minimal effort. All Duo can imagine is those same fingers stroking over his pulsing neck, flicking at his reddened nipples, rubbing his---fucking traffic!

As The Preventor’s head demolition technicians, hacking specialists and infiltration team the two of them often got sent to different headquarters around the earth sphere for seminars and to supervise training classes. Now that the war was over Duo had let himself think of other things besides revenge and the ghosts that haunted him---and what he found as the focus of his attention being his closest partner during the war. Heero himself had relaxed a little, realizing there was more to the person than just the soldier, but that didn’t mean he was any closer to returning Duo’s burning feelings for him. Instead of these little trips helping Duo to get closer to Heero all it did was make him insane with want and be even more annoying that he’d ever previously been.

Finally---after an hour of the car sitting in neutral, new and old sweat making the leather passenger seat pull at his skin like a goddamn L2 sized band aid and an erection that had long surpassed being painful---Duo begins to fidget.

To people who knew him as the “constant motion machine” this would seem like a normal progression of events: Duo has nothing to do, Duo gets bored, Duo fidgets. However, this is in fact a specific type of fidgeting---one that a person is reduced to when one’s hormones begin boiling in the veins, coursing against every sensitive nerve-ending till that person has to move with them. Surreptitious, small stroking of the fingers over every reachable exposed skin surface, minute jerking of the hips, tapping of the feet to move his erection against the inside of his shorts---God that felt good.

“ Duo, fidgeting like a rabbit on speed is not going to move the cars out of our way.” Said object of affection growls. Duo rolls his eyes as Heero’s words only cause an increase of fidgeting action.

“ But Heero.” Duo whines.” I’m fucking bored over here! We’ve been in traffic for-fuckin‘-ever.” In actuality Duo is everything but bored ( stiff as a board more like it), no need to scream that frustration out though. Even through his increased arousal Duo doesn’t miss the wince on Heero’s face at the use of the “F” word.

“ Duo, why do you always have to use foul language? And besides you’re always bored.” Heero doesn’t even turn his head as he points out his companion’s faults. Duo sighs, he knows Heero only saw him as a rude, annoying pain. An “always” something to bring the cobalt eyed boy more aggravation. Any dreams he had---or might have had at least---were better off forgotten. But damn-it if Duo wasn’t a semi-masochist! He could stop his thoughts as much as he could will his erection away.

“ always tactful” Heero would sarcasm.

“ All I’ll ever be is “always” to you.”

“ Hn?” Duo blushes. Had he said that out loud?!

“ Uh---hey Heero let’s play a game!” He grins, good cover up…

“ Ok.” Duo feels himself dying of shock. Had the Perfect Soldier just agreed to play…a game?

“ I---uh, we…um.” The braided boy flounders. “ Is there any game you wanna play?” He glances sideways at his car-mate, but Heero’s face is impassive as he stares ahead at the vehicle in front of them sporting a New Hampshire license plate. Duo had been trying to decipher the GITRDUN…

“ I never.” Duo blinks.

“ You never what?” He watches Heero smirk.

“ ‘I never’ is a game Duo.”

“ Oh.” Duo feels stupid already, but he’d never let that stop him before. So like a true Gundam Pilot he forges ahead, leaning back in his seat and lifting his feet to the dashboard. “ So, how’s this game go?” Heero let’s his hands slide a little down the steering wheel, obvious from the unmoving cars a mile ahead of them that they aren’t going anywhere soon.

“ I’ve only read about it in books.” Of course, Duo rolls his eyes. “ There can be any number of players and they hold up their ten fingers. One person starts by stating something they have never done. If someone else has done it they put down one finger, the last person with standing fingers wins. To be technical it is a drinking game, however when alcohol is unavailable fingers can be used.” Duo blinks some more---that is one of the longest sentences he’d ever heard from his soldier.

“ So, it’s a truth game?” Real quick Captain Obvious. He always had been his toughest critic.

“ Yes.” Duo thinks for a bit. This would be a great chance to learn more about the mysterious Yuy.

“ Alright, but lets make a deal. I don’t tell lies and I’d like the same courtesy.” Heero hesitates with a glare. Duo knows Heero respected him enough at least to honor any promise made.

“ Agreed. I swear.” The chocolate haired boy turns his serious face towards the car’s other occupant---Duo nods. As one they extend their fingers.