Heero didn't really like the heat at all. He never complained about it per se, but he did avoid it whenever possible. Given a choice, he was always inside in the middle of the day and wore sunscreen so thick it looked like Trowa's clown make-up. Colony L1, where he had grown up, had been set at a steady 26 degrees Celsius year round, so Heero had never really adapted to extremes of temperature. Duo always thought that this was a shame because he looked so damn good in cutoffs and sandals.

Duo knew how good Heero looked and had reason to reflect on it because Heero was currently wearing that specific, stunning ensemble. And it was hot outside. Mercilessly hot. Brutally hot. This was the kind of heat that fried ants with or without a magnifying glass and could enable small solar panels to power an entire mobile suit. The kind of heat that caused spontaneous hose battles between two guys washing a truck together. Well, maybe Heero had started the water fight.

Deep down he kind of resented that Duo had gotten an itch to wash his beloved old pickup truck in the warmest part of the day. It was freakin' hot outside. The sort of heat that . . . Well, we've already been through that. The point was that Heero had the sense to indulge his outdoor hobbies at a more reasonable time of day. He much preferred a cool early morning with his lawnmower and the new rose bushes and that trellis, which looked so much better after he had repaired it. And ideally he would have Duo there to help, bent over with those clunky old boots and a very attractive smudge of dirt on his cheekbone. Well, maybe it was worth it after all to have traded hobby help with his lover.

Duo's baby was a 2030 A.D. American-made pickup truck that he was restoring. It was hard to find an automobile chassis made before 2050 that hadn't already met up with a hobbyist mechanic or a reclamation plant. It took connections with the Sweepers to procure a vehicle this old and the model was much in demand, it being from the last year that this manufacturer had produced fossil-fueled vehicles. Duo had done ridiculous amounts of research on it, and, thanks to his exuberance, Heero now knew more about the design and history of antique trucks than he had ever wanted to know. And now here he was helping to wash the cursed thing. Heero really did love Duo and he certainly had his own enthusiasm for good mechanical design, but not to the point where he felt compelled to wash his car in midday.

But when Duo was fairly entitled to call in a favor from Heero, and felt so inclined, there was really nothing to do but obey. And, of course, start the aforementioned hose fight. It was an uneven battle right from the start, as Heero had the garden hose and all that Duo had was the suds buckets and a sponge. Fortunately for Duo, it wasn't so much of a frontal assault as it was guerilla warfare, with which both ex-soldiers were more comfortable. First Heero had gotten in a quick squirt "accidentally" while hosing down the front end. He didn't smirk too much, at least until Duo's back was turned. Then there was another "misfire" while soaking the driver's side. At about this point, Duo had caught on and swung a diagonal line of sudsy water across Heero's torso. From there, the game turned into a contest of who could surprise whom. Duo's feet were soaked from a sneak attack under the truck. Heero had temporarily sported a tuft of bubbles in his hair from Duo's ingenious use of the long-handled brush. Duo's braid was still dripping at the end from when Heero had aimed an icy blast right to the back of his neck. The most recent addition to the casualty list were Heero's battered-yet-sexy cutoff shorts, which had a largish wet spot over the right cheek from a well-thrown sponge-grenade.

Most of the time the wet spot is an after effect of good sex. In this case, however, it was a precursor. Heero had been reaching over into the bed to spray it down when the grenade had been thrown. As per the rules of the game, Heero refused to show it if he was startled by the assault. He was certainly startled a few seconds later, though. The very wet sponge had sent a trickle of soapy water running down the back of his thigh. It tickled in a most un-ignorable way and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, fighting the urge to scratch at it and let Duo know of his victory.

Duo was shifting from foot to foot, too, trying to alleviate the sudden discomfort in his own shorts. That white line dribbling down Heero's thigh looked awfully naughty and Duo was thinking some very impure thoughts. Heero looked good. Positively good enough to eat. And wasn't it only right and proper that one should thank a friend or a lover for help given? Duo started edging closer to his wonderful, deserving partner.

Heero was on the verge of losing the battle to keep from scratching when the problem was solved for him. Duo had snuck up within arm's reach and was running a finger very deliberately up the little sudsy trail. His finger crept up, slowly and firmly, past the fringe of Heero's shorts and onto the curve of his buttock, where Duo rested his hand as though comparing its shape to the site of the sponge's impact. He gently kneaded the firm flesh there in a gesture of heartfelt appreciation. Meanwhile, his left hand had found Heero's waist and was sliding around front to see if the appreciation was mutual. Duo's fingers tickled at Heero's navel and the waistband of his shorts. He teased for a minute more before dragging his hand down to cup at Heero's groin. Duo smiled at having discovered what he had hoped to find there.

Encouraged, he stepped forward and pressed his own erection to Heero's backside. His right hand made a beeline for the other man's nipple. He found it and started rubbing slow circles over Heero's shirt as his lips found Heero's ear. He ran his tongue playfully around the outer rim before whispering, "I bet you know what I want. You want it too?"

"Yeah," Heero said throatily. He nodded, his short hair brushing against Duo's cheek, and then turned around in his lover's arms to lightly rub their erections together. "I think I'm going to suck you off," Duo grinned back. "I think I'm going to go down on you so hard and so deep your head spins. And I think you're going to come so hard for me that you'll be shouting my name for all the neighbors to hear."

Heero involuntarily swallowed at the little exhibitionistic thrill the thought gave him and replied, "I was hoping you would say something like that."

Duo chuckled and pressed forward into Heero. He pushed the other man back until his butt was almost to the open back gate of the pickup. Again, Duo's hands found their way to Heero's ass but this time he pulled up, guiding Heero to sit on the gate with his legs dangling off the back of the truck. Duo's deft fingers quickly wiggled themselves into the fly of Heero's shorts. A few seconds later and Heero was lifting his ass to facilitate the removal of his shorts and underwear. Duo worked them down only past the curve of his butt before getting to more important matters.

Heero was hard, Duo thought, but not as hard as he could be. He made a show of carefully inspecting the erection presented before him. He craned his neck, peering at every exposed inch of flesh. One inquisitive finger gently nudged back the foreskin. The same finger then traced the length of Heero's cock and then down to his balls, which he carefully rolled in their pouch. It pleased Duo to see Heero's cock twitch and swell at the contact.

Now satisfied with his partner's condition, Duo leaned in very close to let his lips and the tip of his tongue play at the base of Heero's erection. He slowly moved his way up, leaving a cool trail of moisture in his path. When he reached the head of Heero's cock, his tongue encountered moisture of a different sort. There he took a big lick, the better to savor the taste of his partner. Heero made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan and his knuckles went white where he gripped the end of the truck bed.

Duo smiled. Was his lover hard? Check. Wet? Check. Screaming Duo's name? Not quite, but he was getting there. Duo rested his right hand at the very top of Heero's butt, lightly stroking the sensitive spot there and wrapped his left hand at the base of Heero's shaft. He stuck out just the tip of his tongue and wiggled it lightly against the underside of Heero's head. Heero jerked as though hit by lightning and gasped for breath.

"Nnn! Just like that! Harder!"

Duo made his best innocent face, which wasn't very convincing, and said, "Who, me?" as his fingers continued to tease at Heero's butt.

"Yes you! Dammit, please Duo!"

"I don't think the Hendersons down the block could hear you."

"DUUOOO!"

Duo descended once again with a devilish grin on his face. He worked his tongue hard and rough against the same spot, following Heero's cock as it twitched at the onslaught. Heero couldn't hold out long against Duo's skill and within a minute his arousal had built to the point of no return. As he began to shake uncontrollably, Duo backed off and started to rub the slickness left by his tongue with his thumb. It was more than Heero could take and he came hard into the air with an incoherent shout. Duo kept rubbing as Heero ejected streams of fluid until he finally slumped back, exhausted, to the bed of the truck.

Duo rubbed his lover's thigh soothingly and watched his chest rise and fall for a minute. He was so beautiful like that, sated and sprawled out in the sun. He was absolutely too gorgeous to resist. Duo smiled and asked, "Hey, Heero? Hold that thought, would you? I'll be back in just a minute." With a distinct spring in his step, he walked off to the house.

Heero's mind wasn't working at quite a hundred percent at the time and he managed to miss the hentai smirk on his partner's face. He just lay back, enjoying the feel of the breeze in places it wasn't often felt. He felt satisfied and lethargic, even if he was a bit sad that it was over. Sex with Duo was always good like that. It wasn't that he was feeling horny now so much as he just wanted to have his lover close by to savor the moment. Duo knew how impossibly turned on exhibitionism made Heero. Even if public sex wasn't one of Duo's own kinks he was always so thoughtful to ambush Heero in the most unlikely places. It had to be true love.

Where was Duo, anyway? It wasn't like him to just walk off after sex. Heero propped himself up on his elbow to scan the area. There! Over the retaining wall was a brown tail. No, wait. Heero shook his head. That was a real tail, not Duo's braid. The tail in question belonged to the neighbor's mangy old cat, Mr. Whiskers. The wretched creature had survived for years as a pet in a house with three small children but the way he stared at Heero suggested he had never seen anything quite as strange as this before. His disapproving glare rivaled Heero's own and came close to matching one of Lady Une's worst.

Heero glared back anyway, "Oh come off it, would you? Just because you got fixed by the vet doesn't mean I can't have some fun." Mr. Whiskers continued to stare back, causing Heero to wonder if cats, especially neutered ones, could be voyeurs.

Heero was spared any more disturbing thoughts by slamming of the kitchen door. Duo was approaching with an unholy grin on his face and something clutched in his hand. Mr. Whiskers wisely took off for the relative safety of his owners' garden. As Duo got closer, he flashed the contents of his hand at Heero, showing a tube of lube. "Still feeling good, Heero?"

Heero couldn't help but smirk a little as he nodded an affirmative. "How do you want me? Or have you changed brands of motor oil?"

Duo rolled his eyes. "As if I would waste good lube when there are so many better uses for it. Like, for example, using it on you when you're on your hands and knees in the truck bed."

"You're right, that does sound better," said Heero, pushing himself up into position. He felt the back of the truck dip as Duo clambered onto the rear. Then there was the distinct sound of an unzipping fly, followed by a rustling sound that had to be pants and underwear dropping. A few seconds later Heero felt something cold and slick rubbing at his entrance.

Duo carefully penetrated his lover with two fingers, gently loosening him. Occasionally he brushed against Heero's prostrate. It was a little bit of a strange feeling since Heero didn't particularly feel like coming again, but it was still intense. It was good, Heero decided, to feel Duo like this. After a few minutes, Duo withdrew his fingers. Heero looked up and made the pleasant discovery that he could see Duo's face in the rearview mirror. His lover was looking down, probably applying lube to himself. Sure enough, Duo looked up and put a hand on Heero's hip. "Ready?"

"Ready."

Duo guided his tip to Heero's entrance and slowly pushed his way in to Heero's core. He took his time, feeling the way open up before him. With a sigh, he seated himself to the hilt. He rolled his hips experimentally, savoring the warmth and the tightness. Heero took a deep breath, feeling his lover deep within him. He clenched his muscles, making Duo shiver and tighten his grip on Heero's hip. He pulled almost all the way out and began another long, slow stroke. Duo watched in the mirror as Heero's brow furrowed and he licked his lips. Gradually, he began to pick the pace of his thrusts up and make them shallower. The back of the truck subtly bounced in rhythm with him. The urgency was building; it wouldn't be much longer. Duo's pace became close to frantic. Then, the wait was over and he came hard, deep within his lover.

Duo gasped for breath for a minute before carefully pulling out of Heero. Heero lay back down and rolled over to his back. He extended an arm, beckoning Duo to lie down beside him. Duo was quick to comply, curling up beside his lover, head on his shoulder. They lay like that for a while, drifting off into a mid-afternoon nap.

It was a beautiful, hot afternoon.