Disclaimer: You know and I know that they know that I know I don't own the G-boys. 'Kay
Dedicated to Kit, I know you waited a long time to see me write this pairing.
Duo Maxwell could sit and stare at the head in front of him all day. Fine platinum locks flowed over broad shoulders, and as Duo stared in contemplation of where he would like those lovely locks to touch his body he let out a sigh. The boy, who was unaware that he was the cause of the sigh, turned to look at the boy who sat behind him in the physics class.
Zechs couldn't remember the boy's name right off hand, but he did recall that the boy was some kind of a genius. The boy was a lower classman taking senior honors classes and college classes. He was also something of a clown. Zechs didn't approve of clowns. Duo seemed to blush and then quickly stare down at the empty page that sat in front of him.
'Zechs would never take an interest in a geek like me anyway.' thought Duo. 'Why would a rich guy, even if he was gay, want someone like me?' Zechs had turned around listening to the lecture again. Duo resumed his stare. This class was boring anyway. He already knew all of this stuff, just as he already knew most of what his classes covered. He let out a long sigh only to be pierced by the teacher's glare.
"Mr. Maxwell, I'm sorry that you find the travel through time and space by interdimensional worm holes so boring. Do you care to liven it up for us?" the teacher asked quite sarcastically. Duo could never live down a challenge. "Don't mind if I do," he said strutting to the front of the class. He paused at the whiteboard to correct a few of the teacher's calculations before he launched in to an amusing lesson on time and space travel. His teacher was not so amused. Twenty minutes later he was still sitting in the principal's office waiting for the old battle-axe to come in and try to take his head off. The aforementioned battle-axe finally made her appearance.
"You got what?" Quatre asked.
"A week of detention...something about young boys not knowing they were too smart for their own good...or some ignorant crap" Duo said glumly. He was sprawled half over the lunch table.
"Duo you look undignified" came a voice to his left, a rather dignified voice.
"Ah, Wufei let me at least mope the way I want to" Duo whined.
"You may mope however you want to, as long as it doesn't interfere with my lunch, and right now it is interfering with my lunch." The Chinese boy pushed Duo off of the table and sat down to eat whatever god-awful concoction the lunch ladies had cooked up.
"Ow Wu-man that hurt." Duo said rubbing his elbow. He was now sprawled on the ground in an undignified position.
"Duo has detention for a week, which means he's out of the chess competition." Quatre said resting his head on his hand.
"Damn it Duo! Now how are we supposed to win?" Wufei complained flicking some unidentified glop from his lunch at Duo.
"Ew! You're disgusting!" Duo said quickly getting up off the ground and missing the offending glob.
"Don't look now, but your ex is headed this way." Quatre said. Duo looked up to see his ex strutting towards him. Heero wore his usual leather jacket and biker boots. Tight jeans slung low over his hips covered the tops of the calf-high boots. A tight black t-shirt completed the ensemble. A dark blue bandana covered his ebony hair. Dark black sunglasses were perched on his nose covering his cobalt blue eyes. Duo could almost drool looking at him, until he remembers what an asshole Heero could be if he wanted. Heero stopped short in front of Duo.
"Where's my shirt Duo?" he said leaning menacingly towards the braided boy.
'Shirt! Shirt? Oh shit what shirt?' Duo thought to himself. He was getting nervous, if he couldn't remember what Heero wanted...well let's just say it wouldn't be pretty. "Uh" was all he could say to his ex.
"Uh? Is that all you have to say Duo? Don't tell me you don't remember what I am talking about!" Heero nearly shouted at the other boy. He leaned in closer to Duo his eyes narrowing.
"Well, yeah....um....oh ...The Shirt!" the boy replied. His arm went behind his head in a nervous gesture. He found himself grasping the waist length braid he sported. A nervous smile appeared on his face. "Yeah well...you see...it's kinda like this...." he began only to be cut off by the aggressive boy next to him.
"You fucking lost it didn't you? You baka! I should have known better that to leave anything with you!" Heero was encroaching on the hapless boy now. Forcing the smaller boy to all but bend over the table behind him. Heero's fist went up to smash into the younger boy's face. Duo winced waiting for the familiar impact. He always seemed to bore the brunt of Heero's anger. After a couple of seconds with no movement Duo opened his eyes to see Heero's wrist encased in slender but strong fingers.
~tbc~