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"Tonight is the Night"Written By: ELLE Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing or the boys,
just love writing about 'em. =) Rating: NC 17 Warnings: swearing, SEX, this would probably be a PWP if I could write one (but I can't), AU but still set in the after colony timeline (eh, whatevs, I don't know what I'm doing, try not to think about it too much), and hopefully judicious liberties have been taken with the state of the music industry in AC 195 Pairings: 1x2x1, past 1XR Summary: After breaking up with his pop-sensation girlfriend Relena, rock musician Heero Yuy becomes infatuated with rapper Duo Maxwell and decides he must try to see the up-and-comer while he's in town. This story started as a smutty little distraction from my more serious works and kinda became a life of its own... Author's Notes: This is not the kind of fic I typically write. I find this type of thing trite and silly and I avoid it all costs. That said, working on a soon to be posted trilogy is pretty much destroying my brain and this nonsense is a much-needed break from that. I poured it out in one sitting. Just so ya know, this fic is inspired by two things. The first being a radio interview I heard about John Mayer. Okay, it wasn't really about him, but the guy they were interviewing worked with him and the way he described Mayer reminded me of Heero – quiet and reserved and passionate about his work. So while I'm sure the first thing you don't think about is Heero singing "Your Body is a Wonderland," I don't know, after hearing that interview, I kinda felt like I could really imagine it. So if you can't, then you might just wanna hit the back button on your browser now. ;-) The second thing that inspired me is Macklemore's song 'Thrift Shop.' The first time I heard it I started laughing uproariously imagining Duo singing: "I'll wear your granddad's clothes, I'll look incredible, I'm in this big ass coat from the thrift shop down the road." If you can't imagine Duo signing that, then that back button is still there for you. (Although if you can imagine Heero as John Mayer but not Duo singing Macklemore, I'll seriously question your sanity.) Oh, and the title is from Ludacris' song "Rest of my Life." I'm on a rap/club kick here, bear with me. We'll return to your regularly scheduled program soon enough. I just needed some fluffy entertainment.
"Tonight is the Night"
And enjoy each other they did, Heero remembered fondly as he sat backstage, waiting for the sound techs to finish setting up his equipment. It was his last stop on the tour and he was beyond exhausted. There was nothing more he wanted than a big, comfy bed - preferably his own, as he'd seen one too many hotels over the past few months - with Duo Maxwell laying naked in it. He missed the other man worse than ever. This time, they kept in contact while Heero was on the road. He would e-mail him en route and tell him where he was going and Duo would reply with some anecdote of his time there, a great restaurant he'd gone to, a story about someone he knew who lives there, or some other amusing fact he'd thought up. There was nothing more Heero looked forward to than reading those e-mails and it was the only way he made it through that tour. Each new destination carried with it the promise that he would get to know something new and different about the man he had fallen in love with and his anticipation counteracted his fatigue, his frustration, his overall negativity with the entire experience. They had carefully avoided discussing what would happen when the tour was over. Heero planned to go home and recoup for a week before flying out to L2 and spending as much time as possible wooing Duo to the exception of all else. He wasn't exactly sure how Duo would feel about that, but he also couldn't imagine Duo turning him away, either. It had been over a year since they first met. It had been the strangest and most wanting year of his life. And despite how difficult it had been in so many ways, it also had the highest, happiest points to date. He knew that if those few times he'd gotten to see Duo that year had eclipsed all other moments in his life, Duo was worth pursuing so that he could have even a tiny piece of that every day. Eventually the sound techs came and got him and he was ready to go out and perform one last show - maybe the last show of his entire career. When he thought about it that way, he expected to find some sort of disappointment. Even though performing was never his favorite part of the job, he figured he'd miss getting to see new places and things. But instead he was met with exhilaration and relief. This could be it. This could be it and he would never have to do it again. He was glad Wufei booked this little venue in Los Angeles for his last show. It was quaint and homey and small, maybe only two hundred and fifty people. The stage was low and he could see the back of the venue easily from his elevated position on a barstool. Another plus, the crowd was mature and genuinely excited to see him in this element. He would have to remember to thank Wufei later for the perfect send off. Not that Wufei knew that's what it was yet. Heero would've said he wasn't sure if asked, but it would've been a lie. It was a two-hour set and he settled in, talking a little about his tour and how grateful he was that his fans came out tonight to see him on this last show. It felt very final even though it wasn't supposed to be. He wondered if they could tell. And then he launched into his well memorized routine, his voice rasping slightly over the words as it was tired from use, tired of singing those same lines over and over again. But they fell easily out of his mouth and he tried to remember what it was like to write them - especially the ones that sprung spontaneously from him about Duo. About an hour into the routine he noticed a bit of a raucous in the back and though he tried to ignore it, it's difficult as a performer not to wonder what is distracting people from your performance. It was in the middle of a particularly raunchy song about lazing the day away in bed with a lover that he noticed the black fedora with peacock feather accents in the far back from whence the commotion came. He thought it odd that anyone in this crowd would be wearing such a flamboyant accessory when suddenly his hands slipped over the strings on the guitar in a jarring, painful way and his voice failed him absolutely. His heart began pounding in his chest, his palms sweaty, and he stood, dropping the guitar, hopping off the stage, and crossing through the confused crowd to see none other than Duo Maxwell himself leaning against the very back wall, grinning like a fool. Heero stalked up to him, almost unable to believe that he was there, that he came all the way out there for him, that he was just as eager for his tour to end as Heero was himself. And he dared himself to hope that this meant what he wanted more than anything else in the world. He paused just inches from the man, letting his eyes sweep over the strong, familiar form, and then he grabbed his shoulders, making sure he was real, before dragging him into a deep, lusting, long overdue kiss. The crowd gasped collectively but he was barely cognizant of them any longer as his lips connected with Duo's. And like a dying man offered salvation he crushed him forward, clinging to him as he pressed harder, opening his mouth desperately to taste every perfect inch of those glorious, magnificent lips. And Duo was kissing him back, his hands gripping his shirt desperately, holding him in place, returning the favor of an open mouth, finally allowing Heero to express everything he'd been wanting to since the moment he met him. Heero felt faint by the time they pulled apart to breathe and Duo was grinning wickedly and Heero could tell he was grinning too. And then he was kissing him again, more gently but just as passionately, unable to believe he'd finally done it, that Duo was finally letting him kiss him, just as he'd predicted in that bathroom stall so many months ago. And he was enjoying it! He felt like shouting, crying, letting the whole damn world know - Duo Maxwell loved him! Nah, fuck it - he just wanted to kiss him! But then Duo was pulling away, smacking him upside the head playfully, his eyes shining with affection in a way that made Heero's heart catch in his chest. "You're supposed to keep singing, dummy!" he chided with a small laugh. "You got to hear my song about you. I want to hear you sing about me." Suddenly Heero remembered that he was supposed to be in the middle of performing a concert. He couldn't help but grin self-consciously, plant one more quick kiss on those utterly perfect lips, and retake the stage with the unfamiliar feeling of a full face blush as his audience cheered and teased him. "I apologize for unexpected interruption," he said into the mic as he regained a little composure and checked the tuning on his hastily discarded guitar. "But I've been waiting to do that for a damn long time." Heero was pleased to note Duo laughing with the rest of the audience. And as his eyes locked with Duo's he made a silent promise to him then that he would never leave him. As long as he could put that contented, happy smile on his face, he would make sure he was there to see it every day of his life. "You do remember you have an appointment with Mr. Noventa regarding the expansion wing of the St. Nicholas Children's Home at three today, correct?" Heero asked his handsome vision over his reading glasses. Duo was pacing the room in what Heero could easily recognize not as nervousness but pent up energy. Suddenly that energy was focused on him and a handsome smile crossed his face. "Have I ever told you how damned sexy you look in that get up?" "Every day," Heero answered without any emotion to betray the flutter it still gave him to hear those words as he turned his eyes downward to the schedule on his desk. Duo slammed his hands down on his desk and Heero's gaze trailed from those well known finger tips up the arms and to the serious looking face leaning over him. He raised a questioning eyebrow and then Duo was kissing him fully. It had been six months since Heero moved to L2 and helped Duo form his own charity. As with many musicians in this day and age where you had to be self-financed and self-sufficient, Heero had a background in business and set himself up as the head of the organization. It was work that he enjoyed, for the most part, and he quickly began to realize why it was so important to Duo. He did get a sense of fulfillment that he never got with music. Not that music wasn't fulfilling to him, exactly, but it was a personal sort of feeling and this gave him a more global satisfaction, knowing he could do something to impact so many lives. And anyway, he quickly discovered his career as a musician was over whether he wanted it to be or not now that he was happy. He chuckled a little thinking he doubted he could fill an album with the little ditties he wrote for Duo's amusement about their mischievous cats, the houseplants they couldn't manage to keep alive, or the way the sun fell across their bed in the morning, softly caressing his gorgeous face. "What?" Duo asked, pulling away, having felt the chuckle easily from his vantage point halfway down Heero's throat. "I was thinking about recording an album," Heero started and a worried expression creased Duo's face. "You know if you want to, I won't hold you back!" he volunteered quickly, often concerned Heero regretted having altered his life so drastically for him. "I was just trying to figure out where 'Misty's Pink Toes' would fit in the track listing." Heero posed the musing seriously and Duo grinned, tousling Heero's hair before straightening his back. "You just wanted me to stop kissing you so we don't defile your nice new desk," he accused and Heero shrugged. "I've been waiting nearly four months for this desk to get here from Earth." Duo walked around the desk and settled himself in Heero's lap, locking his hands loosely around his neck, leaning in to kiss his ear and start a shiver running down Heero's spine. "We don't have to touch your precious desk..." he whispered seductively and Heero immediately felt far too constrained in that classy pinstripe suit. He felt Duo's long fingers slide across his chest under the suit jacket, brushing his nipples through the silk shirt, and he couldn't stop the groan from escaping his lips. "You know what that does to me," Duo murmured as he kissed across his jaw line, rocking his hips a little to give Heero some friction. On the contrary, he felt fairly certain Duo must know what he did to him with just a few simple touches. And then Duo was doing everything possible he could to make Heero moan, slipping off his lap and onto his knees, his hands making short work of the button and zipper of his pants. "Duo," he stopped him and Duo looked up, looking absolutely radiant, backlit by the floor to ceiling windows of Heero's office. "You know I love you, right?" Duo laughed, his fingers slowly stroking Heero's dick. "I'm about to give you a blow job in your big ol' executive chair in your big ol' important office - yeah, you better love me." He winked and though he was teasing Heero knew by the way his eyes lingered a second longer on Heero's own that he understood. That he loved him too. And then all conscious thought was eclipsed by those wonderful, wonderful lips. Can I just say - it is pretty damned difficult to write 25,000 words of smut where your characters can't kiss! ARGH. What did I do to myself?! =P Anyway, that's all folks! :D Thank you so much for reading! *bows* Hope you enjoyed this crazy journey with me heh heh. Now back to my (relatively) well thought-out and planned fics... ;-P
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