Gundam Wing: Heero/Duo, times of day: afternoon
title: between the eyes, author: merith, theme: times of day - afternoon, rating: PG-13, warning: BL, language
notes: written for the fall '06 stagesoflove, this is the third of five stories for this theme. ~ ♥ ~ Dawn ~ ♥ ~ Noon ~ ♥ ~
“Fuck!” I was cussing, looking, and acting completely unprofessional. But then, even Une couldn’t have blamed me. Glaring at Heero, I pried my shirt away from my shoulder, and ignored him to look the damage over.
Heero wasn’t quite laughing, not any more, but he couldn’t keep from smirking. “Jones is the last,” he said, holding up a file.
I had to stop ignoring him for that. “We got the guy. There’s no need.” The paper towels I was using were making more of a mess than what was there in the first place.
“He’s the last one on the list.” Heero frowned at what I was attempting to do. “I have a spare uniform back on the ship you can use.” Now I was frowning at him. Great. Fucking Boy Scout. “You know Une will send us back here next week if the report is incomplete.”
Yeah, Heero was right. But I still didn’t like it.
His uniform was stashed in the stow cupboard behind the forward cabin. Barely large enough for emergency evac suits, and Heero had to bring an extra uniform. The two-man shuttle was limited in facility functionality - no running water and no room to change clothes. At least Heero turned away as I peeled my shirt off, even if I could still hear him laugh. I would give him shit about it, only, he hadn’t been laughing when it’d happened.
Our fourth interviewee worked at an ice cream factory, and his foreman pointed out the man. He saw us coming; neither Heero nor I saw the weapon until it pointed at us, and he was firing. Heero went low, and I dived behind a pallet full of boxes. A bullet went wild and clipped a box overhead, and I started cussing. One of my bullets found a shoulder and one of Heero’s shot the gun from his hand.
Heero had the guy pinned to the ground with his cuffs out by the time I got close enough to kick the weapon away. It was while he was in the middle of reciting the man’s rights that Heero jumped up and pulled me around to check my shoulder. But, I saw it. I saw it before it became a joke and he realized the red covering my shoulder, streaking its way down my pants, was strawberry flavoring.
The locals picked up Grinager, and we spent the next half hour making statements and verifying credentials. By the time we left the station, the syrup glued my shirt to my body. And now here I was, getting into Heero’s pants. Not exactly how I’d pictured that happening. I also discovered that we might be the same size, but Heero was a little thinner. Either that or he liked his slacks a little on the tight side.
I was finished dressing, and was stowing away my ruined uniform when Heero popped open the hatch. “Half an hour,” he was saying, looking through the last folder. “We’ll be back on Earth by suppertime.”
“Sure.” I was by his side at the door, ready to go. “Just one question.” Heero looked up, an eyebrow raised. I made a half turn and watched him over my shoulder. “Do your pants make my ass look fat?”
Heero was laughing when he shoved me out of the shuttle.
notes: written for the fall '06 stagesoflove, this is the third of five stories for this theme. ~ ♥ ~ Dawn ~ ♥ ~ Noon ~ ♥ ~
“Fuck!” I was cussing, looking, and acting completely unprofessional. But then, even Une couldn’t have blamed me. Glaring at Heero, I pried my shirt away from my shoulder, and ignored him to look the damage over.
Heero wasn’t quite laughing, not any more, but he couldn’t keep from smirking. “Jones is the last,” he said, holding up a file.
I had to stop ignoring him for that. “We got the guy. There’s no need.” The paper towels I was using were making more of a mess than what was there in the first place.
“He’s the last one on the list.” Heero frowned at what I was attempting to do. “I have a spare uniform back on the ship you can use.” Now I was frowning at him. Great. Fucking Boy Scout. “You know Une will send us back here next week if the report is incomplete.”
Yeah, Heero was right. But I still didn’t like it.
His uniform was stashed in the stow cupboard behind the forward cabin. Barely large enough for emergency evac suits, and Heero had to bring an extra uniform. The two-man shuttle was limited in facility functionality - no running water and no room to change clothes. At least Heero turned away as I peeled my shirt off, even if I could still hear him laugh. I would give him shit about it, only, he hadn’t been laughing when it’d happened.
Our fourth interviewee worked at an ice cream factory, and his foreman pointed out the man. He saw us coming; neither Heero nor I saw the weapon until it pointed at us, and he was firing. Heero went low, and I dived behind a pallet full of boxes. A bullet went wild and clipped a box overhead, and I started cussing. One of my bullets found a shoulder and one of Heero’s shot the gun from his hand.
Heero had the guy pinned to the ground with his cuffs out by the time I got close enough to kick the weapon away. It was while he was in the middle of reciting the man’s rights that Heero jumped up and pulled me around to check my shoulder. But, I saw it. I saw it before it became a joke and he realized the red covering my shoulder, streaking its way down my pants, was strawberry flavoring.
The locals picked up Grinager, and we spent the next half hour making statements and verifying credentials. By the time we left the station, the syrup glued my shirt to my body. And now here I was, getting into Heero’s pants. Not exactly how I’d pictured that happening. I also discovered that we might be the same size, but Heero was a little thinner. Either that or he liked his slacks a little on the tight side.
I was finished dressing, and was stowing away my ruined uniform when Heero popped open the hatch. “Half an hour,” he was saying, looking through the last folder. “We’ll be back on Earth by suppertime.”
“Sure.” I was by his side at the door, ready to go. “Just one question.” Heero looked up, an eyebrow raised. I made a half turn and watched him over my shoulder. “Do your pants make my ass look fat?”
Heero was laughing when he shoved me out of the shuttle.