Just Another Lazy Day

[windandwater]

Trowa stumbled out of his bedroom, his nightclothes askew and his hair all mussed and frizzy. Behind him, Barton yawned and hitched up his pants.

"God," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "How long did we *sleep*?"

Trowa raised an eyebrow at his counterpart, and a faint blush appeared across Barton's cheeks.

"Right. Forget I asked. What the...?"

Both Latin boys had made it to the Common Room. They stared at the amazing sight before them. It looked like something out of a cheesy teen B-movie. The bigscreen TV was snowy with static, obviously having been left on the whole night after the occupants had collapsed in exhaustion. The couch, chairs, and tables had all been pushed back against the walls, leaving a big open space that was littered with pillows, blankets, mattresses, feathers, and bodies. Wufei was tucked underneath a pale blue blanket, his arm wrapped around a blonde that was either Quatre or Winner. Trowa recognized the flannel PJs, and decided it was Quatre. Near them, in an all to cute pile was Duo, Yuy, and Winner, with Chang bracketing the opposite side. Duo and Yuy were actually curled up around each other, looking very much like contented kittens or puppies.

Barton blinked. "They look so... so..."

"Fuckable?"

The two green-eyed pilots turned around to see Max emerging from the bathroom, clear drops of water still sparkling in his chestnut bangs.

"That's not what I was going for but it fits."

The braided boy nodded. "Pretty amazin'. Everyone sorta camped out down here after ya two took off. For a night without rabid weaselin', it was pretty enjoyable."

Trowa frowned for a moment as he stared at Duo's Muse counterpart. "Is sex all you think about?"

"You know better than to ask a question like that."

All three conscious Muses turned to see Heero emerging from the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee. The Japanese pilot took a sip then narrowed his eyes at Max. "He doesn't think about anything else."

"Pot callin' the kettle black, huh, Heero?" Max replied, a smirk on his lips. "Ah know ya don't like me much, but *damn* ya woke up pissy this mornin'. Is that why Duo's always complainin'?"

Heero started to growl, but Trowa placed a calming hand on his shoulder, holding him back. "Don't get started this early, you two," he warned.

Max shrugged and wandered towards the kitchen. "I hope ya made enough java for alla us, Self-Destructo Boy."

Heero glared daggers at Max's retreating back. "And just *why* can't I kill him?"

Trowa didn't answer, but plucked the coffee mug out of Heero's grip and took it for himself. Heero looked affronted but made no response.

"Because the D&D field would just bring him back as annoying as ever," Barton snorted. "But Max has the right idea. That lot will be hungry when they wake up. I'm heading to the kitchen to start breakfast."

Trowa nodded in acknowledgement. Heero just shook his head, then moved towards the pile of bodies in the middle of the room. Carefully, his managed to worm his way into the pile, pulling Duo's slumbering form into his arms. The braided boy smiled in his sleep and curled closer. Surprisingly enough, Yuy shifted as well, plastering himself against Duo's back. Heero nearly growled again, but shook it off.

"The uberseme!Mode still giving you problems?" Trowa asked, sipping from the mug.

"Just a little. But the Writer's in the damndest happy mood lately that I don't have to worry about it much."

"You're lucky you weren't flogged."

"Writer likes me. She needs me for the fics in the bunny queue."

"And having Duo as Primary Muse helps too, ne?"

Heero smiled slightly, running his fingers through Duo's chestnut hair. "Hai."