Author: Caroline
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 1x2
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, PWP, no redeeming value, written just for fun
Spoilers: none
Comments: why not?
Disclaimers: Don't own it. If I did, it wouldn't have been suitable
to air on US television.
Notes: Sequel to The Equipment Room and The Headmaster's Office but it's not necessary to have read that one first.

Dropping the Soap

Duo closed the door to his new room and leaned against it, sighing in relief. He hadn't been enrolled a day before the big, bad soccer players had decided he was a prime candidate for their newest target. He shook his head. There was always one in every school ­ only this time it was three and since he was undercover and couldn't afford to break cover this early in the game, he'd had to restrain himself from wiping the floor with the cretins. He was just glad Heero was enrolled at the same school. They'd been separated for nearly three weeks before ending up together at Santino Military Academy. But Heero had been here for a week and a half already. Which meant he'd already been assigned a room ­ a room that Duo wasn't in.

He pushed himself off the door and flung himself onto his unmade bed, wanting more than anything for Heero to be there at the moment, to hold him and take away the skin-crawling feeling those creeps had left him with.

But Heero wasn't there ­ which was probably for the best. He'd had a hard time resisting the urge to jump his lover when they'd been reunited a couple of days before… in the crowded cafeteria. Since then they'd been alone for only a few minutes at a time, only managing to steal a handful of kisses and playful gropes before being interrupted by an untimely roommate or teacher. Had Heero been there at that moment, Duo doubted he could have restrained himself any longer ­ which would have been bad since he could hear his own roommate rattling around on the other side of the room.

He sighed dejectedly. He wanted Heero. They were finally together again, but he still couldn't have him.

"You okay, Duo?" said a voice from the other side of the large desk that served as a partition between the two beds. Duo looked up through his hair to see his roommate, Blake, stick his head over the top of the high desk to look at him.

"Yeah, sure. Just peachy," he replied before rolling over to stare at the wall.

"Let me guess. Tío and his cronies decided to give you the old Santino Academy welcome?" Duo could hear a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"How'd you guess?"

"I still have a scar from my ‘official welcome.'"

Duo rolled over to regard his roommate. "They hurt you?"

"More like I hurt myself. Tío moved just as I took a swing at him. My fist hit the concrete wall behind him. Broke two fingers."

Duo winced. "Ow. Sorry."

"Me too. But I guess they learned that I'd fight back if cornered again. They've not spoken to me since." He cocked his head and gave Duo a look. "Perhaps you should try it. Let them know they can't just mess with you."

Duo hugged his pillow and curled his legs tighter to his body. "I wish," he muttered not loud enough for Blake to hear him, frustrated beyond belief for not being able to defend himself and rubbing at the spot where Tío had grabbed his arm.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." He uncurled and reached under his bed to grab his shower bucket and towel. "I'm gonna go take a shower, okay?"

"Good idea. Get it in now while they're at soccer practice. Just be careful, okay Duo? Don't let them corner you in there." He smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "Just watch your back, and whatever you do, don't drop the soap."

Duo just rolled his eyes and waved goodbye over his shoulder as he opened the door and slipped outside.

The communal showers were at the end of the hall. The toilet and urinal stalls were on one side, while a separate, large room with five shower heads lined the other. Duo had never particularly cared for communal bathing. He wasn't ashamed of his body per se, but he didn't really care for anyone to see him sans clothing. Only Heero was allowed to ogle his goodies, but sadly, Heero wasn't there at the moment.

Fortune was smiling upon him as he entered the showers. No one else was around. Feeling some of his tension melt away at seeing the empty room, he stepped up to a spigot and set his shower bucket on the floor, making sure to place his shampoo, conditioner and soap on the little shelf provided above the hot and cold tap handles. He quickly unbraided his hair and shed his clothes, placing them on the bench outside the frosted glass door of the shower room to keep them dry and hung his towel on the hooks on the wall opposite the showerheads, then returned to turn on the water, waiting until it was just the right temperature to step underneath.

Closing his eyes, he stepped into the spray, raising his head so the water could rain down over his face and down his neck. He gasped a little at the sensation as he lifted his hands to slick back his hair. He took secret pleasure in showers ­ real showers. In space and on ships and poorer colonies like L2 where water was a precious commodity, sonic showers were the norm. And even those had been rare enough on L2. But a shower ­ a *real* shower with *real* water ­ he hadn't experienced those until his arrival on Earth. Feeling the water wash over him, cascading down from above, was something he took great pleasure in. He could easily spend hours in the shower as long as the hot water held out.

Duo smirked. His lover often complained that Duo took more pleasure in showering than he did in him. It wasn't true, of course. But oooh… it was a close second.

Reluctantly stepping out of the spray, he wiped at his eyes with one hand while blindly reaching for the soap with the other. Finding the bar with his fingers, he grabbed for it, cursing as it nearly slipped out of his grasp. He blinked to clear his vision before beginning to rub the soap over his torso. He scrubbed vigorously, trying to clean away the crawly feeling those jackasses had left. Jerks. Why there was always at least one in every school, he'd never know. And while he knew he could easily take them all if it came down to a fight, the look in Tío's eyes as he'd raked his gaze over Duo's body still made him feel unclean.

That was one thing he'd never could get about guys like Tío and his friends. They'd rag on him for looking "like a fairy," but they'd always threaten to do to him the same kinds of acts they claimed they "reviled." He sighed. He would never understand homophobes.

Growling in disgust, he shoved the memory of the incident away and scrubbed harder.

A stray puff of air was the only thing that alerted him before a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around his body. He yelped in surprise and tried to jump forward, but the iron grip around his waist held him tight. He shifted his stance, prepared to elbow whoever it was in the gut to get away when a familiar chuckle against his ear stopped him. Duo craned his head around to get a glimpse of his "attacker."

"Heero? Jesus, man. You nearly gave me a heart attack," the long-haired boy said, relaxing into his lover's grasp.

"And you scream like a girl," Heero breathed in reply, nuzzling the shell of Duo's ear.

"I do not," Duo muttered, playfully batting Heero away. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Heero's arms tightened around his lover's waist. "I came to see you. Blake said you were in the shower, so I thought I'd join you."

The American pilot tried to ignore the way his blood had started to surge at Heero's touch and attempted to wiggle free from his grasp. "And as much as I love seeing you, Heero, do you really think this is the right time and place?"

Heero's hand wandered slowly across Duo's stomach to cup his lover's awakening arousal. "I think this is the perfect place," he breathed as Duo gasped and thrust unconsciously against his hand.

"But… but Heero…" Damn it was hard to think with Heero's hand on his cock. "This is a *communal* shower. Anybody could walk in here."

Heero pulled Duo so their bodies were flush against each other and Duo could feel the evidence of Heero's arousal against his backside. "That's what makes it perfect," Heero replied, stroking Duo to full hardness.

The American tired to breathe, tried to think. But the slow grinding of Heero's hips into his ass and the steady ministrations of his lover's hand caused all rational thought to flee his mind. Gone was the thought that anyone could walk in at any moment. Gone was the thought that by getting caught the could jeopardize their mission. All that mattered at that moment was Heero and Heero's touch upon his skin.

He relaxed into Heero's embrace. The Japanese pilot took that as a sign of acquiescence and moved his mouth to Duo's neck, sweeping his lover's long, wet hair out of the way with one hand. Duo tilted his head to give Heero easier access. Heero's hand continued to stroke him ­ long, slow strokes that paused occasionally to allow a rough-padded thumb to rub teasing circles around the head. Duo moaned softly, then gasped as Heero's other hand plucked the forgotten bar of soap out of his hand to drop it back on the shelf, then returned to his body to brush against one pebble hardened nipple. Heero's teeth and tongue found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear, sending shivers down Duo's spine. He whimpered. He trembled. It had been too damn long since he and Heero had been in a position to… be in this position. Too damn long, and he was ready to come with just a few strokes of Heero's hand.

Not wanting to reach the end so soon, he reluctantly pulled his head away from Heero's mouth and wiggled in his grasp until he was face to face with his Japanese lover. He leaned his forehead against Heero's and smiled. "I've missed this."

"I've missed *you*," Heero replied, bringing one hand up to cup Duo's face.

Duo leaned into the touch. "I'm so glad you're here now."

Heero must have heard something in his voice because he lifted Duo's chin to search his eyes. "Did something happen?"

Duo shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing I couldn't handle. Well, if I'd been allowed to handle it."


"It's nothing, Heero. Really. Just some of your average run-of-the-mill bullies is all. I could have handled it had they really tried anything."

"Then why are you so rattled?"

"I don't know." He looked away. "I guess… I'm just tired of being picked on. The new guy is always picked on, especially when the new guy looks like me. They got to me a little, and then you weren't there to hold me afterward and tell me you'd kick their asses if they tried anything."

"Duo, if they touch you…"

The long-haired boy chuckled and laid his head on Heero's shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You'll kick their asses. But really, I can take care of myself. I just wanted you to tell me that."

Heero lifted Duo's head and leaned in to brush a kiss against his lips. "I'm here now."

Duo grinned. "Yes, you are. And I'm really happy to see you."