Author: Merula
Pairings: 1x2
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
For Sharon- swimming trunks. (I started like three versions of this fic- two of which wanted to wallow in angst even tho I kept insisting that these were supposed to be fun summery prompts... *rolls eyes*) I also really wanted to use this swimming pool - but couldn't work it in!
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"Yes!" Duo slapped the end of the pool a second before I reached it, and I had to hide my grin.
"Not bad, Maxwell," I aimed a small splash at him and he ducked, laughing. "See? Only a week and look how well you're doing."
Putting an arm on the ledge, he anchored himself and pushed his wet bangs off his forehead. "Only because you're a stubborn bastard."
"Takes one to know one," I retorted, pleased. Two weeks ago, I had asked Duo if he'd wanted to go swimming with me in the Preventers gym. Much to my surprise, he'd admitted that other than knowing how to keep himself afloat, he wasn't much of a swimmer.
On reflection, I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was- Duo hadn't really had to learn how to swim growing up, and had only learned the bare basics during Gundam training. Nothing that would encourage him to swim for recreation or fitness.
Since Duo had already introduced me to the pastimes of bowling, pool and darts, I figured I owed him a lesson or two in a recreational sport. I informed him that he needed a pair of trunks, because swimming lessons were going to start the next weekend. He'd shown up in the ugliest, baggiest pair of neon trunks I'd ever seen and, if you'll excuse the expression, dove right in.
"So I'm doing pretty good?"
"I think next time we can actually go to the gym and just do laps, rather than borrowing one of Quatre's pools for lessons." I had asked Quatre for the use of one of his pools, figuring it would be better for lessons than the crowded Preventers' gym.
"Yeah, but is the gym one this nice?"
"You know it's not."
Duo pulled himself up and onto the ledge. "Well, if this is our last time here- I really want to try the diving board a few more times."
I made myself comfortable as Duo headed for the board. He wasn't watching me, so I was free to admire the lines of his torso, the way his wet suit clung to him- ugly and baggy as it was- dipping down just enough in the back so that the curve of his-
Yanking my thoughts away from places I knew they shouldn't go, I summoned up a smile for Duo as he stepped onto the diving board. I wasn't surprised when he cannon balled into the water, sending waves throughout the pool. I wiped water out of my eyes as he joined me again, laughing.
"I don't think I taught you that," I said and he laughed harder. Blinking at him, something in the deep end caught my eye. I turned to look, blinked again and then turned back to Duo. "Are those... your trunks... over there?"
Duo looked and yelped, ducking down in the water, trying frantically to cover himself. I laughed, I couldn't help it. "I told you they looked sort of big," I managed and he glared at me.
"Shut up, Yuy," he muttered.
"Sorry Duo," I bit my lip. "I guess I never mentioned the hazards of baggy swimsuits?"
"So this explains why you wear a speedo?" He grumbled and hunched further down in the water.
"It does help with that problem," I eyed the floating monstrosity in the deep end and shook my head. "So- aren't you going to go get them?"
Much to my surprise, he turned red. "Uh yeah..." he said- but didn't move. I studied him for a moment, trying to figure out what was wrong- and getting a little distracted by the fact that the waves had died down and it was very easy to see beneath the water...
"Duo, there's no need to be embarrassed- it's just me here- and I'm not going to tell anyone." I tried and he turned a little redder.
"Yeah, I know. Just- this sort of thing would never happen to you," he retorted and I shook my head at him.
"Course it did. Why do you think I know not to wear baggy swimsuits?" He gaped at me, but still didn't move. "Not that it matters anyway," I continued, "it's a private pool- you can always claim you were skinny dipping."
"Quatre would never believe that you'd consent to that."
For a moment I wondered exactly how Duo saw me- based on the things he'd been saying, I wasn't sure I liked the image that went with them. I think it made me a little... well, insane sounds too overboard, maybe just a little reckless?
"Really?" I drawled and with a quick movement, I yanked off my swimsuit, tossed it on the ledge behind Duo's head and started off in a crawl towards Duo's suit. When I reached it, I threw it in his direction and continued my lap.
I focused on my stroke, not allowing myself to wonder what the hell I thought I was doing, and finished my lap. Duo was there waiting for me, my suit still on the pavement behind his head. The red had mostly faded from his face, and he hadn't put his suit back on.
"Sometimes you surprise the hell out of me, Yuy." He growled and I couldn't quite read his expression.
"Me too," I admitted and inhaled sharply when he swung himself against me, pinning me against the wall.
His mouth was warm, his lips firm on mine as he kissed me- and I slid my arms around his waist, pulling him close, feeling his arousal.
"The speedo was bad enough," he murmured against my lips. "But this- I can't not touch you-"
He didn't let me answer, so I pulled him closer, opening my lips under his and doing my best to show him that I damn well wanted him to touch me. Bracing myself against the wall, I reached down between us and was rewarded with a gasp. Duo moved his mouth to my ear and said something I didn't quite catch, but it sounded encouraging, so I continued.
I wanted to go slow, wanted to savor each touch, wanted to do more than just touch- but it was impossible. Afterwards, Duo put his head on my shoulder and together we simply breathed for a bit.
"I think I really like swimming lessons," he said and I kissed his shoulder.
"So do I."
"I think I need a few more- but- maybe we should do this at my apartment."
"I didn't know you had a pool."
"I have a tub."
"Close enough."
OWARI
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