for merith
bathtub fun! probably not what she had in mind... ^_~
GW Fic
Rating: G... PG?
Pairing: 1+2+1
Warnings: sort of in-series-timeline... and yet not in-series. haha. so i made up a scenario, is what i'm trying to say... ^_~
They had arrived at the safe house, battered, bruised, and very, very dirty. Having stored their Gundams eight kilometers away in a natural valley, Heero and Duo had trudged through forest, meadow, brook, rock, river, and more forest to get to their little cabin nestled in the middle of goddamn nowhere. It might have been secure, but the two boys would be hard-pressed to say that they appreciated the effort.
The argument about who got to shower first had begun not ten minutes into the trek. Heero first trotted out the “numerical order” line, which Duo countered with the “alphabetical order” line. Heero contended that he ought to go first as he didn’t have as much hair to wash and would therefore be quicker. Duo replied that if he had to wait for Heero to finish showering, the mud caked in his hair would be impossible to wash and he’d be in the shower for hours as compared with the mere twenty minutes it would take him if he gotten to go first. The bulk of Duo’s second argument took so long that by the time he was finished making his point, the two boys were only about ten minutes from the cabin.
It was at this point that Heero suggested a footrace.
So they ran and stumbled, pushed and shoved, heading pell-mell towards the safe house. But because Heero had forgotten that Duo was not above a cheap shot, he found himself face down in a mud puddle, having “tripped” over one of Duo’s ridiculously large, booted feet.
And thus Duo Maxwell reached the house first, tearing inside…
to discover…
just one-room, big room.
Heero barreled in after him, sending both boys crashing to the floor. They looked around from their new vantage point and saw…nothing in the form of personal sanitation devices.
Duo went outside and around back to investigate.
After a moment of choked disbelief, he called his partner out to join him.
There, sitting in a slightly walled off area behind the house proper, was a big wooden tub. It was easily going to require 40 gallons of water.
Luckily there was a hose next to the tub and they didn’t need to draw water from a well, but unluckily the pressure was low and the water that came out was freezing cold. The two boys stared at their one and only bathing option.
“I think you should go first,” said Heero.
“No,” said Duo slowly, “you were right; we should go in numerical order…”
“No, really, I insist.”
They stared at the tub some more.
Suddenly, Duo had an idea.
“Hey! Didn’t they boil water for baths in the olden days?”
Heero looked skeptical.
“I’m serious! I think I read it somewhere?”
Heero sighed.
By some fascinating and perhaps not so coincidental circumstance, there was a large cauldron hanging over a fire-pit just beyond the tub.
Heero sighed again.
When the tub was half full, they dragged the hose over to the cauldron and began to fill that. Duo lit a nice fire underneath it.
A ridiculous two hours from the moment they first crashed into the safe house, the bath was ready.
“So…”
Heero shoved Duo as hard as he could and sprinted for the tub, shucking his clothes as he went. Duo followed, but Heero managed to vault into the thing before Duo had even removed his boots.
Duo scowled.
“See you later, Maxwell,” Heero said with a smirk.
There was a moment of silence, both boys staring steadily at one another.
Then Duo very deliberately pulled off one of his boots and threw it over one shoulder.
“What the hell...”
Duo stripped completely and then threw one leg over the edge of the tub.
“Look, Yuy. I’m not going through all that again. The tub is big enough to fit both of us, so shove over.”
“Duo, I don’t think-”
“SHOVE OVER!” He forced his way into the tub with a splash.
Heero blushed bright red.
By some unspoken agreement, both boys kept their fronts to the walls of the tub, backs to each other and eyes to themselves. Neither one looked down, nor met the other’s eye.
But both Heero and Duo smiled shyly to themselves every time their bums bumped.
END
GW Fic
Rating: G... PG?
Pairing: 1+2+1
Warnings: sort of in-series-timeline... and yet not in-series. haha. so i made up a scenario, is what i'm trying to say... ^_~
They had arrived at the safe house, battered, bruised, and very, very dirty. Having stored their Gundams eight kilometers away in a natural valley, Heero and Duo had trudged through forest, meadow, brook, rock, river, and more forest to get to their little cabin nestled in the middle of goddamn nowhere. It might have been secure, but the two boys would be hard-pressed to say that they appreciated the effort.
The argument about who got to shower first had begun not ten minutes into the trek. Heero first trotted out the “numerical order” line, which Duo countered with the “alphabetical order” line. Heero contended that he ought to go first as he didn’t have as much hair to wash and would therefore be quicker. Duo replied that if he had to wait for Heero to finish showering, the mud caked in his hair would be impossible to wash and he’d be in the shower for hours as compared with the mere twenty minutes it would take him if he gotten to go first. The bulk of Duo’s second argument took so long that by the time he was finished making his point, the two boys were only about ten minutes from the cabin.
It was at this point that Heero suggested a footrace.
So they ran and stumbled, pushed and shoved, heading pell-mell towards the safe house. But because Heero had forgotten that Duo was not above a cheap shot, he found himself face down in a mud puddle, having “tripped” over one of Duo’s ridiculously large, booted feet.
And thus Duo Maxwell reached the house first, tearing inside…
to discover…
just one-room, big room.
Heero barreled in after him, sending both boys crashing to the floor. They looked around from their new vantage point and saw…nothing in the form of personal sanitation devices.
Duo went outside and around back to investigate.
After a moment of choked disbelief, he called his partner out to join him.
There, sitting in a slightly walled off area behind the house proper, was a big wooden tub. It was easily going to require 40 gallons of water.
Luckily there was a hose next to the tub and they didn’t need to draw water from a well, but unluckily the pressure was low and the water that came out was freezing cold. The two boys stared at their one and only bathing option.
“I think you should go first,” said Heero.
“No,” said Duo slowly, “you were right; we should go in numerical order…”
“No, really, I insist.”
They stared at the tub some more.
Suddenly, Duo had an idea.
“Hey! Didn’t they boil water for baths in the olden days?”
Heero looked skeptical.
“I’m serious! I think I read it somewhere?”
Heero sighed.
By some fascinating and perhaps not so coincidental circumstance, there was a large cauldron hanging over a fire-pit just beyond the tub.
Heero sighed again.
When the tub was half full, they dragged the hose over to the cauldron and began to fill that. Duo lit a nice fire underneath it.
A ridiculous two hours from the moment they first crashed into the safe house, the bath was ready.
“So…”
Heero shoved Duo as hard as he could and sprinted for the tub, shucking his clothes as he went. Duo followed, but Heero managed to vault into the thing before Duo had even removed his boots.
Duo scowled.
“See you later, Maxwell,” Heero said with a smirk.
There was a moment of silence, both boys staring steadily at one another.
Then Duo very deliberately pulled off one of his boots and threw it over one shoulder.
“What the hell...”
Duo stripped completely and then threw one leg over the edge of the tub.
“Look, Yuy. I’m not going through all that again. The tub is big enough to fit both of us, so shove over.”
“Duo, I don’t think-”
“SHOVE OVER!” He forced his way into the tub with a splash.
Heero blushed bright red.
By some unspoken agreement, both boys kept their fronts to the walls of the tub, backs to each other and eyes to themselves. Neither one looked down, nor met the other’s eye.
But both Heero and Duo smiled shyly to themselves every time their bums bumped.
END