Author: CleverYoungThief
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Lemon, Yaoi, shounen ai, slight fluff, mild angst, language, slight OOC I've decided (I think it's just because it's so hard to see the G-boys in any kind of situation but war; not really OOC, just not... normal... *laughs*) Just... be prepared for a little bit of everything. But not a lot of any one thing. Okay?
Pairings: 1x2, 3+4, 5+R (hee...) <------- that's all I know, so far...
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't sue. College kids are like L2 kids; we got nothin'.
Notes: Dedicated to 1x2 ML and to Scott McNeil, (Duo's VA) whose voice (and the conversations about it) are what inspired me to do this fic. This fic probably won't move very fast, because I'm trying to work on many projects at once. This one is just a pet project that begged to be written down. I do not claim to be geographically or scientifically accurate in this fic. Also, there is a list of slang used and its meanings down at the bottom of the page, for your information. Enjoy. ^_^
Endless Summer Part 1
Fresh Fish
"Heero."
"Mmm... wake me up when the lull is over."
"Yo, Heero, listen to me."
"Mmm?"
"Sit up and look at this barney walking down the lineup." Wufei's voice held a little more amusement than usual.
Heero glanced at his friend, who was sitting in lotus, facing the waves, black hair slicked back by seawater, then murmured something incoherent and chalked Wufei's unusually good mood up to the fact that the swells were high today. He threw one darkly tanned arm over his face, blocking the blazing Hawaiian sun. Offshore, the waves were beginning to pick back up, but he was too comfortable to paddle back out.
His yellow labrador retriever, Baka, panted beside him, but all of a sudden the big dog launched from the sand, racing down the beach barking, black bandana flapping.
Heero ignored him. He was too relaxed to worry about anything at the moment, much less a shubee or his endearingly stupid dog. Living on an island where tourism was responsible for most of the economy, he got an eyeful of the shubees, thank you very much. He was just so sick of shaping surfboards for haoles who were just going to try them once and then hang them up on the wall when they got back to wherever they had come from.
The sun beat down on his bare chest; water was beaded there like water on a duck's back. The Pipeline was relatively uncrowded, known surfer territory, and the waters were rough, so no one swam here, anyway. Heero took a deep breath and swallowed contentedly, smelling the wax of his board, listening to the waves and the sound of the gulls.
Wufei laughed next to him.
That caught Heero's undivided attention. Something had to be completely bizarre for Wufei to laugh at it. Heero sat up on his elbows, defined stomach muscles rippling as he squinted and slid his reflective sunglasses down to the end of his nose for a better look at whatever it was that could make Wufei laugh.
There was a new surfer down at the end of the shore. He had been making his way over the edge of the dunes when he had obviously lost his footing. Now he lay at the bottom of the dunes in a sprawling sand-covered heap. All Heero could see was a scattered bag of boards, a backpack, and a long chestnut braid.
Baka had jumped the fallen surfer and was slobbering love all over him, tail wagging wildly.
"Fresh fish. Make no mistake."
"Hn." A smirk almost crossed Heero's face. He scowled. "Is that a Wahine?"
Wufei snickered. "No."
"You mean that's a guy with that much hair?"
"Yes."
Heero kept watching. The guy got up and brushed himself off nonchalantly, reminding Heero of the way a cat who falls or embarrasses himself will get up and pretend that that was exactly what he meant to do in the first place. His smirk widened a little.
Baka danced around the boy's feet, front paws coming off the ground in a happy hopping motion, barking loudly. The braided surfer kneeled in the sand and hugged the big dog, patting his sides. The yellow lab wriggled in ecstasy.
Heero whistled sharply, and Baka's head flew up. The dog abandoned the braided surfer and raced back across the beach to his master.
The braided shubee looked down the shore at them, seeing who it was that had called the dog. When he saw Heero and Wufei, he waved manically before running towards them in his baggy black swimtrunks, quiver and backpack bouncing. They were almost the only ones still left on the beach; everyone else had left until the next period of swells.
"Man " the boy whooped as he stopped in front of them, shading his eyes and looking out across the Pipeline. "You guys sure had some major waves I was watchin' 'em on my way in Too bad it's calmed down now, eh?" His braid wagged behind him like the tail of an overly eager puppy. On his bag, Heero could read the words West Coast Gliders.
"Yeah, too bad," Wufei said, and even without looking, Heero could hear the smirk in his voice. Heero patted his dog, feeling the lab's big pink tongue slurp between his fingers enthusiastically.
"You a tourist?"
The braided boy had the dignity to be embarrassed, at least. "Well... kinda. A little."
"Aloha. I'm Wufei Chang. Welcome to Oahu," Wufei replied dutifully. Duo held out his hand to him, and Wufei shook it.
"So, yeah... I'm Duo Duo Maxwell," the boy said, holding his hand down to Heero to shake. Heero looked at it, then up at Duo, gazing at the braided surfer through his sunglasses. Duo could see his reflection in them as he looked the Japanese boy over. The Japanese boy wasn't wearing anything but a pair of dark blue swim trunks and a great white's tooth that was tangled in wire and hung on a gold chain around his neck.
"Hn." Heero didn't take it. Instead, he laid back against his surfboard again, folding his arms behind his head. "Why don't you head to the other side of the island, or South Shore? You can find some easy bakes to learn on."
Duo scowled. "What?"
"You heard me, haole. Hit the road. This is too big for you. The Pipeline is dangerous for amateurs."
Duo snorted. "Fuck you." He threw his bags down on the sand, pulled a black spandex rashguard over his head, grabbed a long board, and headed towards the water, where the swells were beginning to rise again as the wind picked up. Heero sat up again, pushing his sunglasses up on his forehead, piercing cobalt eyes watching the braided surfer leave.
"Wufei... what in the hell is he doing?"
"Looks like he's hitting the Pipeline."
Heero growled. "Idiot..." He got to his feet, following the indignant boy. He grabbed Duo by the shoulder and whirled him around. "No way, haole. Are you insane, or just stupid? Weren't you listening to me?"
"What? Lay off, dude Let go." Duo jerked out of Heero's grasp, looking at the other boy balefully. "I'm not a shubee and I'm gonna prove it Just watch me. I'll show you who's a barney... asshole..." He stalked off towards the water.
Wufei stood up and walked over next to Heero. "He's really going out there?"
"Hai. Mainlander moron. He's crazy." The two of them stood there, watching Duo paddle out.
"Think he's going to catch one?"
"I think you need to call the Coast Guard now, before he tries. That way, the flashers can be here by the time he gets ragdolled against the reef." Heero walked back over to where he had left his surfboard, lying back down in the sand and covering his face with his arm again.
"Tell me when he gets hammered. I can't watch. Just remember to tell the Coast Guard when they get up here that we warned him."
~*~
Duo paddled out furiously, not feeling the warmth of the water around him, not feeling the hard length of the board beneath his chest, not feeling anything but indignation. The nerve of that guy Practically called him a kid surfer, for Christ's sake.
Not a bad looking guy, though...
The day suddenly felt hotter as he remember the way the water had beaded on the Japanese surfer's chest and stomach. Duo shook his head to clear it of a very, very bad mental picture. No way in hell. He wasn't going to go there.
Huh Yeah, right. A good-looking guy, and he knew it, too Arrogant asshole.
Ah, here we go. Prime swellage...
~*~
"What's he doing, Wufei?"
"I thought you said you couldn't watch."
"I said I couldn't watch. I didn't say I couldn't ask you what the hell he's doing."
"He's... hm. Heero, look up. You've got to see this."
Heero raised up off the sand, gazing out across the Pipeline, where the waves were beginning to swell again. Finally, he spotted the braided surfer.
He was carving. The braided boy's board glided across the wave and into the curl of it like a marble over glass. The boy was crouched down low over the board, one hand gripping the side of it, the other skimming the inside of the barrel, braid flying out behind him like a narrow flag. It was textbook. It was classic. It was perfect. Utopic.
It was-Heero thought grudgingly-too good for a shubee. Or even just a regular surfer.
He had expected the braided surfer to at least get biffed and rolled under, and at the worst hurt very badly, even raked across the reefs.
While on the outside Heero had been feigning nonchalance about the whole thing, on the inside, he had mentally been preparing himself to jump in after Duo when the boy was thrashed. He wasn't going to just stand by and watch the boy drown just because he was too stupid to realize his own limitations.
His fears, Heero realized, where completely unnecessary. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing, or a bad one.
When Duo began to swim back in, Baka ran out to the water, leaping in and paddling out to the boy. Heero could hear Duo laughing all the way from where he was sitting on the beach.
Next to him, Wufei was smiling a little, watching the braided surfer come in. "Looks like we were wrong about the haole, Heero." He looked at the Japanese boy sitting next to him, who glanced up and looked straight back.
"Up to a little competition?"
TBC...
RIPTIONARY: Surfer Terms
haole - (Hawaiian) non-native
barney - amateur surfer
lull - period in between swells
bake - little waves, used to teach people how to surf on
shubee - amateur surfer, particularly a tourist who learns to surf as a vacation hobby
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