155:
title: on the water
pairing: trowa/duo
rating: teen (language)
notes: I'm sorry. I just... had some fun picturing that. XD
+
Trowa flicked his cigarette into the water and ducked into the cabin. He opened what Duo had dubbed 'the bridge', claiming it was the most important part of their little boat: the solar-powered fridge that kept their beer cold.
"Brought you something," Trowa said and plopped the bottle on one of the maps Duo was looking at.
"Thanks." Duo took it and set the bottle on his lap. He wrapped the bottleneck in his shirt before giving the cap a short twist. He brought it up to take a long gulp. "You fixed everything on deck?"
"Yeah, pretty much. So," Trowa stalled, hovering just behind his friend. Swirling his index finger in a loose circle over the map, he asked then, "Where exactly are we?"
"Somewhere here," Duo replied and smacked his flat hand on the large scale map.
"Not very specific, are you?"
"Yeah, well, it took me some time to remember where we stashed the stupid star chart." Chewing on his pen, Duo shifted the triangle and pointed. "The storm hit us here. We should be somewhere here, now, give or take."
"You couldn't fix the instruments?"
"I'm going to need cables and shit. Everything's burned to a crisp."
Trowa nodded. He had spent hours to fix the motor to a point where it was running, albeit gratingly. "The sun's still up. You won't be able to do anything until the stars come up, right?"
Duo pursed his lips. "Right." His lips quirked up into a smirk and he shot his partner a look. "Where are you going with this?"
Trowa snorted and shook his head. "Apparently not where your dirty mind is headed. Wanna have a quick swim?"
"Why not?" Duo replied and pulled his T-shirt off as he got up. He dropped it to the floor and stretched. "I could use the break."
"That's what I thought," Trowa said and leaned against the wall.
"Ah?" Duo squeezed himself into the doorway until he stood across from Trowa with only a hand width between them. "Boats are so damn cozy," he complained breathily as he stared at Trowa's chin.
"Tight and… hot, huh?" Trowa reached out and around Duo's waist to pull him closer.
"Yeah," Duo teased back and dropped a quick kiss to Trowa's unshaven jaw. "So, about that swim…"
"Go ahead," Trowa answered and extended his hand in invitation.
"You coming with?" Duo asked as he stepped out on deck. He turned as he was dropping his shorts and saw that Trowa was already taking his wife beater off.
"Sure. I'm just waiting for you to jump in naked and land on your dick."
"Not gonna happen."
Trowa snorted. "Right."
"Not gonna happen again," Duo corrected and whined. "Man, let it go already."
"I would if I could," Trowa said, laughing and mocked with a falsetto voice "Here I co-aahh!" He ducked the shorts Duo threw at him and unbuckled his belt. "Get in already. I'm not gonna look if you wanna take the ladder down."
Duo flipped him off with a shake of his head. "Fuck you."
+
pairing: trowa/duo
rating: teen (language)
notes: I'm sorry. I just... had some fun picturing that. XD
+
Trowa flicked his cigarette into the water and ducked into the cabin. He opened what Duo had dubbed 'the bridge', claiming it was the most important part of their little boat: the solar-powered fridge that kept their beer cold.
"Brought you something," Trowa said and plopped the bottle on one of the maps Duo was looking at.
"Thanks." Duo took it and set the bottle on his lap. He wrapped the bottleneck in his shirt before giving the cap a short twist. He brought it up to take a long gulp. "You fixed everything on deck?"
"Yeah, pretty much. So," Trowa stalled, hovering just behind his friend. Swirling his index finger in a loose circle over the map, he asked then, "Where exactly are we?"
"Somewhere here," Duo replied and smacked his flat hand on the large scale map.
"Not very specific, are you?"
"Yeah, well, it took me some time to remember where we stashed the stupid star chart." Chewing on his pen, Duo shifted the triangle and pointed. "The storm hit us here. We should be somewhere here, now, give or take."
"You couldn't fix the instruments?"
"I'm going to need cables and shit. Everything's burned to a crisp."
Trowa nodded. He had spent hours to fix the motor to a point where it was running, albeit gratingly. "The sun's still up. You won't be able to do anything until the stars come up, right?"
Duo pursed his lips. "Right." His lips quirked up into a smirk and he shot his partner a look. "Where are you going with this?"
Trowa snorted and shook his head. "Apparently not where your dirty mind is headed. Wanna have a quick swim?"
"Why not?" Duo replied and pulled his T-shirt off as he got up. He dropped it to the floor and stretched. "I could use the break."
"That's what I thought," Trowa said and leaned against the wall.
"Ah?" Duo squeezed himself into the doorway until he stood across from Trowa with only a hand width between them. "Boats are so damn cozy," he complained breathily as he stared at Trowa's chin.
"Tight and… hot, huh?" Trowa reached out and around Duo's waist to pull him closer.
"Yeah," Duo teased back and dropped a quick kiss to Trowa's unshaven jaw. "So, about that swim…"
"Go ahead," Trowa answered and extended his hand in invitation.
"You coming with?" Duo asked as he stepped out on deck. He turned as he was dropping his shorts and saw that Trowa was already taking his wife beater off.
"Sure. I'm just waiting for you to jump in naked and land on your dick."
"Not gonna happen."
Trowa snorted. "Right."
"Not gonna happen again," Duo corrected and whined. "Man, let it go already."
"I would if I could," Trowa said, laughing and mocked with a falsetto voice "Here I co-aahh!" He ducked the shorts Duo threw at him and unbuckled his belt. "Get in already. I'm not gonna look if you wanna take the ladder down."
Duo flipped him off with a shake of his head. "Fuck you."
+