Eventually, he was forced to release the other boy's mouth, before they both passed out from asphyxiation. Duo stared down into Heero's face, breathing heavily, his eyes dark with some unfathomable emotion. "You scared the shit outta me, Yuy," he panted. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me where you were going?"
This time, Heero grabbed Duo's arms and pushed them both backwards until they were sitting, facing each other. "This wasn't the way I wanted to give it to you," Heero admitted, "but... here." Leaning over, he snagged the dropped parcel and brought it to him, tearing off the plastic wrapping and shaking it out.
On the back of the jacket, unseen from the display window of the store, the silver threads ran together to form a bright embroidered design; stylized wings. Duo's eyes went very wide, and he stilled as Heero draped the black leather over his lap. He stared at it for a long moment, then looked up at Heero. There was no trace of a smile on his face. "Heero... why did you..."
"You wanted it," Heero pointed out. Duo shook his head helplessly.
"But, Heero, it's too... you shouldn't..." He stuttered to a halt, biting his lip in distress. "I didn't want it enough for you to spend your money on," he finally said.
Heero's good mood was pretty thoroughly spoiled. Duo's strange behavior upon his return, his unenthusiastic response to the gift... What was supposed to have been a spontaneous act of affection had somehow fallen flat. "Well, I did," he said crossly, pushing back from Duo and standing. "The store has a 'no return' policy, but if you're so sure you don't want it..."
"No!" Duo cried, dropping the jacket in his haste to stand. "I didn't mean... I'm really sorry, Heero. It's great, it is. It's not that I didn't want it, or that I don't appreciate it... it's just that... I didn't need you to buy it for me."
"But I wanted to buy it for you," Heero said quietly, turning to stare out the window. "I wanted to see how you'd look in it."
There was a pause, and a rustle as Duo bent and retrieved the troublesome jacket from the floor. After a moment, Duo's voice came. "So how do I look in it?" he said unsteadily.
Heero turned back around, and he couldn't help but stare. Duo looked almost nervous, uncertain. "Well?" he prompted, and bit his lip as he glanced to one side. "D'you think it was worth..."
Without answering, Heero closed the distance between them and crushed Duo in a hug. He didn't see the wince of pain on Duo's face as Heero made contact with the bruised ribs; instead, he focused over Duo's shoulder and down at the bright silver feathers. "Kirei n'da..." his voice came, slightly muffled against the leather. He half-laughed, at the dizzying relief. But there was no matching smile on Duo's face.
Re: Junk 1
Date: 2006-02-22 08:06 am (UTC)This time, Heero grabbed Duo's arms and pushed them both backwards until they were sitting, facing each other. "This wasn't the way I wanted to give it to you," Heero admitted, "but... here." Leaning over, he snagged the dropped parcel and brought it to him, tearing off the plastic wrapping and shaking it out.
On the back of the jacket, unseen from the display window of the store, the silver threads ran together to form a bright embroidered design; stylized wings. Duo's eyes went very wide, and he stilled as Heero draped the black leather over his lap. He stared at it for a long moment, then looked up at Heero. There was no trace of a smile on his face. "Heero... why did you..."
"You wanted it," Heero pointed out. Duo shook his head helplessly.
"But, Heero, it's too... you shouldn't..." He stuttered to a halt, biting his lip in distress. "I didn't want it enough for you to spend your money on," he finally said.
Heero's good mood was pretty thoroughly spoiled. Duo's strange behavior upon his return, his unenthusiastic response to the gift... What was supposed to have been a spontaneous act of affection had somehow fallen flat. "Well, I did," he said crossly, pushing back from Duo and standing. "The store has a 'no return' policy, but if you're so sure you don't want it..."
"No!" Duo cried, dropping the jacket in his haste to stand. "I didn't mean... I'm really sorry, Heero. It's great, it is. It's not that I didn't want it, or that I don't appreciate it... it's just that... I didn't need you to buy it for me."
"But I wanted to buy it for you," Heero said quietly, turning to stare out the window. "I wanted to see how you'd look in it."
There was a pause, and a rustle as Duo bent and retrieved the troublesome jacket from the floor. After a moment, Duo's voice came. "So how do I look in it?" he said unsteadily.
Heero turned back around, and he couldn't help but stare. Duo looked almost nervous, uncertain. "Well?" he prompted, and bit his lip as he glanced to one side. "D'you think it was worth..."
Without answering, Heero closed the distance between them and crushed Duo in a hug. He didn't see the wince of pain on Duo's face as Heero made contact with the bruised ribs; instead, he focused over Duo's shoulder and down at the bright silver feathers. "Kirei n'da..." his voice came, slightly muffled against the leather. He half-laughed, at the dizzying relief. But there was no matching smile on Duo's face.