Heero slammed the door of his vintage Charger and sunk low into the black leather of the driver's seat, his hands clutching the steering wheel so tightly, his knucklebones were standing out sharply beneath the tense whiteness of his skin. He hung his head, staring down at his lap to be sure he didn't catch sight of Duo through one of the windows of the little house that belonged to the driveway his car was currently parked in. Unfortunately, that just left him focusing on the other part of the problem, which was straining to pull Heero's attention into his jeans. Not for the first time, he swore Duo did it on purpose.

No, it wasn't intentional, Heero thought, slowly relaxing his hold on the wheel in an effort to coach himself to a more stable frame of mind. He reached back for the seatbelt, reminding himself that it wasn't Duo's fault that Heero found himself incapable of standing in the same room as Duo without getting hard just watching him breathe. Just how it wasn't Duo's fault that Heero had found himself incredibly turned on by how fucking good Duo looked while he was working on the kitchen sink's plumbing. It wasn't like Duo had a neon sign hanging nearby that suggested Heero should fixate on the way Duo's mesh shorts slid down his thighs with a big, pointing arrow. Nor did the ribcage printed on Duo's tee shirt, in any way, shape or form, imply that Heero ought to pay attention to the way the cotton rode up around his abdomen while he was working... lying on his back... with his hands otherwise occupied and out of the way....

Fucking hell!

He forced himself to stop thinking about it and jerked the seatbelt across his waist, feeling an uncontrollable twitch between his thighs as his hand whipped by, accidentally grazing the hardness that was shaping the denim there.

HELL!

He squinted his eyes and grabbed the steering wheel again as he started to gently bang his forehead against it. He hadn't even managed to get the goddamn keys in the ignition, and now he'd gone and jumpstarted himself to such a level of unadulterated hunger, there was no way he'd ever manage to navigate his way back home without keeping one hand out of his pants -- or his beloved Charger out of a roadside ditch.

He rolled his hips forward a bit in an effort to alleviate at least a little bit of the tension against the leather seat, but quickly found such indirect methods were going to be useless. Cursing Duo for being a sex god for what seemed to be the eight hundredth time that day, Heero peered over the top of the wheel to see if Duo was anywhere in sight, one hand already well on its way down his stomach.

He flipped open the copper button that fastened the waistband of his jeans, but in his impatience, could hardly be bothered to do much with the zipper, and elected to instead to just make this emergency session rush by as quickly as possible so he could get out of there faster. Besides, he was quickly learning that the denim's texture left a very pleasant thrill against his sensitive skin that found him wanting to grind himself only harder against his palm.

It wasn't until Heero felt the embarrassing warmth of his climax staining his jeans and sticking to his skin that he realized he'd let himself get a little too carried away. He hadn't meant to bring himself off so completely, but he supposed he ought to blame himself for such a lack of control. After all, it was only his own fault he'd allowed Duo to make him so horny in the first place.

Alright, time to get out of here, he thought, deciding there was nothing to be won by worrying about it too much at the moment. Where did I throw those damn keys? Distracted by this new task, he failed to hear the front door of the house open. Or the sound of footsteps crunching along the gravel driveway. In fact, it wasn't until he felt the car dip as Duo leaned his weight on its orange hood that Heero even realized he was there at all, and the sudden newsflash nearly had Heero through the roof of his car -- and red as a tomato to boot.

"Hey, man! You having some engine trouble?" Duo called, oblivious to the panicked motions Heero's hands were going through beneath the level of the windshield.

"No, not really!" Heero denied quickly as he desperately clawed through the shit pile that, over time, had accumulated in front of the passenger seat beside him. He was sure he'd tossed a book or a magazine or something he could throw over his lap in a hurry. The last thing he needed was to have to explain to Duo why, a mere ten minutes after he'd suddenly bolted from the kitchen, he was still in the driveway with a blatant testimony to what he'd been up to staining his pants. He wasn't sure he'd know what to do if every subsequent masturbation session ended in tears because the only person he'd ever jerked off to had rejected him for being such a pervert.

"You sure?" Duo replied, still unaware of Heero's mental turmoil. "Because I brought out the jumper cable if you need me to... you know... start you up or something." He took a casual step to the side like he meant to round the car and loiter by the driver's side window, which only made Heero even more nervous.

Too late, Heero thought drolly. Luckily, after dealing with this state of affairs with Duo for so long, Heero had become fairly practiced at making sure Duo didn't see anything out of the ordinary in their friendship. Finally managing to procure a magazine from the floor, he quickly flipped it open and tucked it over his lap just as Duo settled beside his window.

"I was just worried, is all," Duo said conversationally, leaning against the car in such a way that he was almost sitting on the door's window ledge and presenting Heero with a rather unhelpful view of his tight ass. "I mean, you were out of the house like it was on fire," Duo went on. "I figured you'd probably be getting really frustrated if you had some kind of emergency to tend to and you couldn't even do anything about it because you were stuck here." He shook his head with amusement and let a few painfully casual moments tick by as Heero continued to swelter in the seat behind him. Then he eventually piped up, "So where did you have to go speeding off to so fast, anyway?"

Inside, Heero panicked, but he played it cool. "Left the oven on, I think," he said evenly, pressing the magazine harder into his lap -- which he quickly realized was a bad idea when he felt the pressure stimulating his more primal urges again.

"Oh, I see," Duo mused. He glanced over his shoulder and arched his eyebrows curiously. "But not before looking up some quick reference wedding gowns, right?"

"Excuse me?" Heero barely caught Duo's eye and then quickly realized he was referring to the magazine draped across his legs, which, to his horror, he now recognized as the bridal magazine Relena had forgotten there last week.

"I think something lacy like that would suit you, if it helps," Duo commented with a smirk as he turned around to fold his arms along the top of the door. He nodded down at the magazine's glossy cover, which proclaimed in big, pink letters: Sexy wedding ensembles that will have him running for the honeymoon the second he says 'I do'!

A fist clenched over his mouth, Heero cleared his throat and stared out the passenger side window. "I like to think I'm more of a tux and tie sort of guy," he said smoothly.

"You sure?" Duo said with a shit-eating grin that was completely lost on the back of Heero's head. "Because I think you could totally pimp those garters, man," he added, reaching into the car to indicate the model with a pointed finger he jabbed right into her crotch -- and, inevitably, Heero's as well.

Heero tensed and prickled as he prayed to everything holy that the magazine's stiff spine had offered his reawakening arousal the shielding it needed. God, if Duo kept this up, Heero was more than certain he'd have to give himself another fast one before he left. At least with the previous damage done, that meant there was no need for him to be delicate when he did. Silently, he started urging Duo to go away so he could get to it; he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle himself much longer.

Unfortunately for Heero, Duo seemed to be enjoying their conversation too much to just drop it. "So, anyway, do you have somebody you can call about your oven?" he asked, casually turning to examine himself in the side mirror as he smoothed some of his flyaway hair back against his head.

"My what?"

"Your oven, man," Duo reminded him with a quick glance and a smirk back in Heero's direction. "You know -- the one you turned on and left all hot and sweltering...."

"Oh... oh yeah," Heero quickly caught on, cursing himself for forgetting his excuse so quickly. "Do you... think you could call Trowa or someone to swing by and... ah... check for me?"

Duo seemed to finally get the hint and backed off a little, his hands raised up on either side of his face. "Oh, no problem, man. 'Course I'll let him know," he said, stepping backwards towards the front door. "I'll tell him how you needed a little... jump and all that."

Despite the weight and size of it, Heero hoped Duo didn't hear the enormous breath of relief he let out as Duo started to back away. "Th-thanks!" he called after his retreating friend. "I'll just be a minute!"

"Hey, no rush, man!" Duo shouted from the front doorstep. He turned the handle and pushed the door in, pausing before entering to add on, "Oh, yeah, and Heero!"

Heero, who had already flung the magazine aside and was already in the middle of struggling with his fly, quickly snapped up like a chocolate-smeared child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Reshouldering the coiled jumper cable as if he wanted to call specific attention to it, Duo shouted, "Just wanted to remind you that when you come back inside, your keys are still waiting for you on the kitchen table."

Then, whistling innocently, Duo went back inside and left Heero out in the car, first, with a sense of absolute horror at the revelation -- and then, thoughts of Duo waiting for him on the kitchen table as well. He cursed aloud again. Maybe he'd be taking a bit longer to go back inside than he'd originally anticipated.