Chapter 46:

I’m With the Band!

“You shouldn’t doubt me you know,” Heero’s saying for the one-millionth time as we make our way back to my mom’s place. He sounds as tired as I feel, the events of the evening finally catching up to us. Snowflakes, like white pieces of confetti falling from the sky, kiss the ground as we pass silent streets and homes.

“I can’t believe you’d actually think that…”

“Could you please just drop it, Heero?” I groan, trying not to get irritated. The guy can be persistent when he sets his mind to it, and the last thing I want to talk about is Relena or girls in general. Luckily Mom’s apartment complex is just around the corner, but I can still feel his scowl on me, burning and searing my skin. I flush, listening to him sink against the seats with a light snort.

“We’ll talk about it later,” I try to appease him with a weak smile, but he’s not even looking at me anymore. Great. Now, he’s going to cop an attitude all evening. Way to go, Maxwell.

As the limo pulls up to the curb in front of Mom’s place, I notice the two figures sitting on the porch, laughing and drinking something from beer? Soda? cans. I raise a brow as I step out of the vehicle, feeling my insides churn as Kamui raises a hand in a wave and nudges Gabriel beside him. ‘Your brother is here’ I think I hear him say. It’s then that I notice Heero’s not even walking with me.

What the- ?

I turn back to the car and knock on his window, ignoring the biting chill from the cold. For a moment, I get no response, but then it lowers a little to reveal his painfully blank expression.

“What?”

Oh geez, not that flat tone of disinterest. “Aren’t you coming with me?”

“Do I have a reason to?”

“Dude, don’t start this now,” I hiss as I realize that our audience is watching this little ‘tiff’ in amusement. “Okay, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier, but surely you can understand where I’m coming from.”

If looks could kill, I’d probably be a glacier by now. “You’re just picking him up, right? I don’t have to come in there with you, do I?”

He had a point, but still –

“I want you with me,” I whisper fiercely, staring into those blue eyes that seem to flicker with some kind of emotion for a second before he closes his eyes. It’s then that I realize that my words did not just reflect my need for him at this very moment, but for as long as I could keep him. My brief moments of self-doubt were bound to creep up every now and then but the bottom line remained. I needed him with me, for me and by me. Always.

“Heero,” I began again, only to hear the voice of my brother break our conversation.

“I’m ready, Duo.”

“You sure?” I snap irritably before I can control myself. “Seemed like you were making yourself chummy with Kamui. Didn’t think you’d notice our arrival.”

His gasp of shock or surprise has me groaning and running a hand through my bangs. I take a deep breath and turn to face him fully, smiling and reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Sorry, kid. It’s just been a long ass evening for me. Did you enjoy yourself with mom, though? She can be a handful, eh?”

He laughs and I’m glad to hear it. It relieves the tension a bit. “Yeah, she’s fun…” His voice trails off and a wistful look appears on his features. Tomorrow, he’ll have to go back to a family that’s not as close as it once was and my heart breaks into a million pieces for him. I brush off some snowflakes from the tip of his nose and I’m amused at the little twitch he gives before trying to swat away my hand.

“Anyway, Kamui’s been telling me all sorts of cool stuff.” We both look at the other boy who’s standing and watching quietly. He nods and then motions that he’s going in to tell my mom and her future husband that we’ve arrived. Once he disappears into the apartment, I pounce.

“What did he say? Or do?”

Gabriel looks blank for a moment. “Do? Nothing really. We just had dinner – his Dad is pretty funny.”

Saito, funny? I didn’t think the guy had it in him.

“…and then we played video games and then your mom started asking us what kind of wedding gowns should she buy. Like I’d know anything about wedding gowns.” He laughs again and rubs his nose, almost looking embarrassed at being asked such a question in the first place. “Anyway, it was fun and Kamui…well…”

“Well what?”

“I just think he needs a friend, that’s all,” Gabriel grumbles and shuffles his feet, kicking aside the soft layer of snow that’s accumulated on the ground. “I wish I could be here to be that friend he needs. We exchanged email addresses and phone numbers…if that’s okay with you…big brother.”

Is he fucking with me? I try to look pissed, but there’s a look of need within those defiant eyes, and I know there’s no way any argument I might bring up would look plausible in this situation.

“Whatever, man,” I mumble just as my mom and Saito come out, bundled in sweaters and jackets. “Just as long as you know what you’re doing. Hi, Mom…Saito.”

I’m in engulfed in a bear hug, her perfume and bosom threatening to choke the life out of me as she pulls away with a grin. Her cheeks are rosy, eyes bright and I swear she looks not a day over twenty. Man, Saito must really be good in bed or something to make her this giddy. I couldn’t help wondering if my father had been able to make her look this happy at some point in her life.

“Did you have fun at the ball, sweetie?”

“Yeah, it was great,” I reply, trying to wipe my cheek from the flurry of wet kisses she plastered on it. I notice her glancing behind me and brace myself for the next question.

“Where’s that Heero of yours?”

“He’s asleep. Too tired and – “

“Hello, Mrs. Maxwell,” comes the familiar voice that shatters my cover-up story. God, I hate him! I think he takes secret pleasure in embarrassing me when he can. When did he leave the car?!

“Heero,” my mom greets with much enthusiasm, releasing me to attack him with her hugs. “Won’t you both come in for something hot? It’s freezing out here.”

I think of something quick to say, but it’s Saito that rescues us to my surprise. “Perhaps we should let the boys get back home tonight, ba…Eleanor,” he recovers quickly from his term of endearment. He calls my mom…babe? Baby? Oh, God. The wrongness of that is killing me.

“Remember Gabriel has a train to catch tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” my mom says with a look of genuine regret on her features. She places a gentle kiss on Gabriel’s forehead and speaks quietly to him. “You know you can always come here if you ever need to get away…have a break or something. I’ll always have a home for you, okay sweetheart?”

I watch the exchange quietly, feeling something hard twist in my chest at the irony of it all. Gabriel might not be her son, but he was the offspring of the man she had once loved, and perhaps it was her way of making things up to Daniel for screwing things up royally. A gentle squeeze on my arm has me looking at Heero with mild surprise. He’s not looking at me, but knowing that his reassuring presence is here makes me feel good inside. I squeeze his hand gently in return and try not to smile as we begin to say our goodbyes. I even give Kamui a hug which surprises the bejeesus out of him. I can literally feel the kid tremble in my arms. I just hope he doesn’t pass out. It’s a good thing Heero settled for only a handshake or I’m sure he really would have passed out.

“Bye everyone!” Gabriel yells as he sticks his head out of the limo window to wave at the trio watching our departure. “Thanks for everything again, Mrs. Maxwell…Mr. Teruo…Kamui! Bye!”

He waves and he waves until they are nothing but specks in the distance, and only when he finally settles down and turns away from us to stare into the dark night, do I notice the wet trail on his cheeks, now nearly frozen from the bitter cold.

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Neither of us mentioned his crying last night and even this morning as we helped him back his backpack and overnight bag. Heero and I did our best to make the process as pain free as possible, or perhaps I was the one who was trying hard not to give in to the deep void of sadness that threatened to overwhelm me.

Breakfast was a hearty one. Hero had outdone himself with the Spanish omelettes and toast. Gabriel licked his plate, much to our chef’s amusement and he even wondered if he could take some back home with him. Heero doubted the food would last that long, but did pack him a few sandwiches and an orange drink in a brown bag. I teased Heero about being so ‘motherly’ about the whole affair and received a playful knock on the head as well as a kiss hard enough to take my breath away. It was a miracle I could speak when Gabriel returned from his visit to the little boy’s room.

And now here we are, a bus ride later, sitting on a bench in the middle of a bustling train station like refugees seeking asylum. There’s a mixture of smells that assails one senses, new and old luggage, wet stones and sweat. Travelers sit in groups, chatting animatedly or alone, buried behind financial papers and tabloid stories, eager for the latest gossip. The café within the old building is filled with weary passengers, seeking java for the quick pick me up. The stench of hot steam and grease from the tracks becomes overwhelming as another train pulls up to the platform and more people tumble out like used laundry. Men and women returning from weekend get-a-ways, mothers or fathers with crying babies and fussy children – just another addition to the cacophony of this place. You wouldn’t believe it was only Sunday.

“Got your toothbrush?”

“Yup!”

“Tickets?”

“Check.”

I nod in satisfaction, ignoring Heero’s amused look. His long legs, clad in black jeans, are stretched out before him, hands tucked in the pockets of his grey hoodie sweatshirt. Tufts of his dark hair peak out from beneath the hood, making him looking a bit more mysterious…or hopelessly tired. We hadn’t slept much last night, thanks to Gabriel wanting to play a few more video games with us. On impulse, I lean close to steal a quick kiss on his lips, smirking at the surprised look that fills his eyes.

“You could at least wait until I leave to maul him,” Gabriel interjects dryly and I cuff him for his cheekiness.

“Ouchie! You meanie!” He retaliates by trying to tickle me and in no time, we’re in a mock wrestling match…well I have him in a headlock and he’s trying to escape by doing a good imitation of a windmill.

“Gabriel?”

We all look up in unison at the sound of his name. Walking slowly toward us, as if unsure, is Amanda, looking quite pretty in a thick white sweater and blue jeans. Her green eyes flicker to Heero and I notice her face turns a bright beet red. So she hasn’t gotten over her crush, eh?

“Hi sis,” Gabriel replies as I release him slowly. He manages to sneak in a jab to my rib, bending to pick up his bag and –

“Oh, Gabe!!” Amanda squeals, breaking from her trance to pull her brother into a bear hug. A few passengers glance our way at the spectacle, but Amanda doesn’t seem to care much. I think I hear Gabe trying to breathe or telling her to ‘leggo of me!’, but her tears of relief are genuine and I feel almost bad that we kept him for so long. I couldn’t imagine what she must have gone through, wondering where her kid brother had run off to.

“You had us worried sick,” she says, pulling away and wiping her cheeks at the same time. Her long wavy hair is trapped beneath a large white wool hat, and suddenly feeling cheeky, I whisper into Heero’s ear.

“She just might be cute enough for courtship, sir Heero. Think she’s going to give Relena a run for her money?” I was only teasing, but Heero didn’t seem to find it funny. He gave me a brief look as if wondering if I was yanking his chain and that sobered me up quickly. “I was just kidding…” I mumble, suddenly feeling like a child chastised.

“Thank you both,” Amanda said to break into our one-sided conversation. She’s sniffling and holding her brother close, as if afraid he’ll vanish if she even dares breathe. “My mom and I were very worried and we didn’t know what to do. Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. He’s my brother too,” I add with a smile, which, to be fucking honest, feels forced as I notice Gabriel’s eyes are filling with tears now. Shit. I don’t want the waterworks to begin. I always did suck at tearful farewells. I reach out to ruffle his hair.

“You be good now, okay? Take care of your mom and don’t run away…unless she knows.”

He nods, refusing to look at me, eyes permanently fixed on the laces of his sneakers. He sniffles and I take a deep breath. The world seems to be hazy for some reason.

“Our train is about to leave,” Amanda is saying but to our surprise, Gabriel finally breaks free of her hold to move towards Heero. The sudden embrace takes my boyfriend by surprise and he looks at me as if unsure of what to do. However, his attention is focused on my brother again as Gabriel whispers something into his ear. I feel left out at whatever secret is being shared; although Heero’s flushed cheeks seem to tell me that something is afoot. What the - ?

“Promise me?” Gabriel says as he pulls away.

Heero nods, a small smile on his face. “I promise.”

“Good.”

“Hey what’s this all about…?”

“See you later, alligator!” Gabriel interrupts with another jab towards me. He dodges nimbly as I try to retaliate; laughing through the tears that now shamelessly run down his cheek. Thank goodness he didn’t give me a hug as well. Perhaps he realizes how painful it would be for the both of us.

“That’s so five years ago,” I yell as they walk away from us. “Nerd!”

For my effort, I get flipped the finger and I burst out laughing. Laughing and laughing until I think my lungs will give out. Until I feel my eyes water and burn. Until I feel the strong arms that engulf me and the warmth of that well-worn sweatshirt against my cheeks, wiping the tears of sadness I refuse to acknowledge.

I know he can only comfort me this way or try to get my mind off it in a completely different manner.

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He traces the outline of my tattoo with his tongue and I moan, turning over the next page of my Lit. textbook in an attempt to study. It’s been hours since Gabriel left and the apartment seems a bit quieter without him around. We figured we might as well study and get ready for school tomorrow. Nothing much happening…except for this onslaught from my horny partner.

“We should have it redone,” he mutters and grazes my skin with his teeth. I shudder and suck in a harsh breath, trying my darnest to concentrate. “It’s beginning to fade a little.”

“I’ll hit Howard up next week…urgh. Heero,” I whine as he turns me over to lie on my stomach and lifts my hips to spread my legs apart. I feel like a dog in heat. Maybe panting will complete the picture – not that I’m not about to start panting soon with the way he’s kneading my ass like that. Goddamn.

He kisses an ass cheek. “There’s a Stoners concert next weekend.”

“Mmm….” Is my intelligent reply. His hands spread my ass apart, exposing my puckered opening to the air. Jesus, I’m shaking like a leaf – forget studying for now.

“Think you might get another Bass t-shirt?” I feel him pull away a little to get something, only to return with a cool sensation against my tight orifice. I bite my lower lip hard, breathing slowly and trying to relax as he begins to thrust in a lubed finger…and then another. Oh. Fuck.

“Dun…dunno,” I groan into the pillow. How can he talk so rationally when he’s driving me batshit? He’s not even touching my cock, which makes this whole situation pretty dire for lil’ ol me. Sad thing is, I can’t touch it either. As per the rules of being his slave for a week (darn that bet!), I have to answer to his demands, be at his beck and call, surrender myself completely to –

“Ooooh…Jesus….Heero…” It’s a low guttural sound that I can’t believe I even made as he throws in another finger. Three of them now. Stretching. Probing. Thrusting. Deeper and yet slowly. Knowing he’s torturing me with each caress of inner muscles that become pliant for his marauding fingers.

“You might want to call the radio station and see if you can win tickets.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. The sadistic bastard knows what he’s doing to me.

“It will take forever,” I manage to gasp and he suddenly pulls away, causing me to cry out at the loss of his touch.

“Here you go.” He tosses the cordless phone at me. “Speed Dial 5.”

I look at him over my shoulder in disbelief. “You have the radio station on speed dial?”

“Hey, I was trying to win those Gundam Forever box sets at one time. Had to do something drastic. Now dial.” He smirks. “Or else.”

I’m about to ask ‘or else what?” when he thrusts deep within me again and I all but lose my fucking mind. The phone slips from my fingers and to the bed, but he slaps my ass and whispers in a threatening voice. “Dial, Duo.”

“No…now?” I grunt, my hips thrusting to meet his plunging fingers. I’m dying. I’m fucking dying. My cock is now so hard and I can’t relieve the tension by grinding myself against the sheets. Heero won’t let me.

“Now,” comes the reply and the subsequent feel of his wet and hot tongue on my balls. Great. Finger-fucking me and now sucking on my balls and he expects me to concentrate?

“Duo…” he begins when he notices I’m not doing anything. He withdraws slowly until only the tips of his fingers are embedded in me and I whine in protest, my finger punching the number five with a vengeance.

“Good boy,” he praises me and licks the underside of my cock, his tongue tracing the veins as his fingers continue to dive deeper within me, seeking that spot that will make my world disappear in a heartbeat. As expected, I get the busy tone, but you think that’s going to appease my sadistic partner? No, sir. I have to keep dialing until I get through.

“Aaah!” I arch in response to the first hit on my prostate, my entire body quivering like a bow that’s been stretched tight. My finger punches the number five again, my breathing shallow and uneven as the world swims before me. Again, the busy dial tone. Good grief! Everybody in the city must want those tickets.

“Heero,” I moan. My cock. I want his lips on my cock so bad. “Please…”

“Gotten through yet?”

“Wha…what?” I ask breathlessly, slightly disoriented at the question.

“The radio station,” he replies patiently as if speaking to a child. I hate him for making me do this and yet, damn if this isn’t turning me on in the worst way possible.

“Not…not going…throu…”

“Hello! This is 955.5 New Rock Station!”

Holy shit! I did get through!

“AAAH!” My cry of surprise, pleasure and downright ecstacy seem to bounce off the walls as I feel Heero’s thick cock suddenly replace his fingers with a sure and precise thrust. I was so excited about getting through and hearing a human voice at the other end that for a brief moment, I forgot all about Heero until now…

“Haha!” the voice at the other end continues. It’s jovial, bouncy and I hope to God, I’m not on air! “Congratulations! You are lucky number 95! You’re with the band!”

I’m with the…who? Oh fuck…fuck…it’s hard…so hard….can’t think….can’t…fucking…think….Heero…please…stop…!

“I think we might have taken our caller’s breath way, folks! He’s so excited, he’s panting on air!”

No! No! It’s not that….

“Hello? Caller 95? Are you still with us?” There’s laughter at the other end and I can imagine the cast and crew of my favorite evening radio show, with their mikes and computers, all wondering who this psycho was on the line.

“Talk, Duo,” Heero commands just as his hand reaches for my cock to squeeze gently.

“I’m…I’m here,” I somehow manage through clenched teeth. The sound of Heero’s hips smacking into my ass with each thrust sounds so loud, I’m scared shitless that they’ll hear it. “I’m just so…so…excited.” That would be the understatement of the century.

“You bet your ass you should!” DJ Jones laughs in that big voice of his. I get chills down my spine. To think I was actually speaking to one of the most popular guys on radio…pity I was getting fucked at the same time. “This is your lucky day, friend! Now what’s your name?”

“Oooh….”

“Oh?”

“Du…Duo Maxwell….” Shit, Heero! He’s thrusting harder now, my insides churning with molten heat as he lifts my leg to plunge even deeper.

“Duo Maxwell! That’s a cool name, buddy. Now, where are you calling from, Duo Maxwell!”

Why? Oh dear god, why? Must we have a conversation?! Just give me my fucking tickets and I’m off! Speaking of which…where the fuck am I?

“Midtown,” Heero offers in a light grunt against my ear before proceeding to nibble it gently.

“Midtown,” I reply quickly…holding the phone away from me a little, so my panting isn’t so obvious.

“Midtown in the house!” DJ Jones explodes. “You a big Stoners’ fan, Duo?”

“Yes…yes….oh God, yes!”

Heero smiles behind me. The radio crew laughs in glee. Yes, Duo Maxwell’s a big fan all right and is this close to having an orgasm in one….

“Well, today’s your lucky day, Duo! You’re going to not only see the band live, you and a friend get a chance to go on stage and perform with them!”

My eyes widen…even Heero stills a little at the news. Are you fucking kidding…me?!

“AAAH!!!” Close. So close! I’m losing my goddamn mind. Heero’s about to…I’m about to…the news is too much…this pleasure is too much for me to take…

“Scream all you want, baby!” DJ Jones is on Cloud Nine. He’s with one heck of a fan who knows a good deal when he sees it. “Back stage passes and the works! Now, just stay on the line and we’ll get all your information, okay?”

“Oka…mmmph….kay!”

“Now say it and win! What radio station hooked you up today, Duo Maxwell?!”

“955…aaaah…5…the New…Rock…Station!”

“Atta boy! Might want to do something about that asthma, though. You’re wheezing like crazy! Now hang on.”

Hang on? Hang on?! I’m a mess. A complete and utter mess as my fingers slack on the phone that I had been clinging onto like a lifeline. Hot drops of my cum coat my stomach as my orgasm finally approaches. Heero’s punishing cock pounds my sensitive prostate over and over again, the walls of my rectum slick and hot with each thrust. It’s slick…slicker still as I feel him swell within me. With a hunger that threatens to drive me mad, I arch my neck to search for his lips, seizing it in a brutal kiss as a voice comes back on the line.

“Hello? Hello?? Duo Maxwell? You still here? Hello?”

I tear my lips away with a light grunt, tears of satisfaction filling my eyes as I bury my cries of completion into the pillow. My fingers clutch the sheets tightly as I come…and come and come again, my seed staining the cloth as I feel the warmth of Heero’s flowing within me. Gasping for breath, and opening my eyes slowly, I reach for the phone – the girl is beginning to sound exasperated – and whisper into it.

“I’m still here. Sorry about that…was too excited…had to…” I smile as Heero collapses on top of me with a low groan of satiation. “…attend to a few matters.”

“That’s quite all right,” the girl replies, even though I can tell she’s pissed off at having to wait for me. I bite back a moan as she begins to rattle off radio and company policies, while Heero withdraws slowly from me. He pushes away my hair to place a tender kiss on the back of my neck, a sensitive area that always gets me weak in the knees. I sigh in content and snuggle against him, rolling my eyes as I hold the phone to his ear. Let him take over the reigns for now.

“Did you understand the rules, Mr. Maxwell?” I hear the lady asking as I slide down to capture Heero’s nipple between my teeth. Maybe it’s my turn to punish him now.

“Yes, I did. So…what does this mean exactly?” he asks, eyeing me with a smirk as he sinks his fingers into my hair, forcing me to go lower. The sick…sick…and mmmm…oh-so delicious bastard.

“It means you’re with the band, Mr.Maxwell,” the girl replies.

Heero grins and closes his eyes as if he’s won the jackpot. There’s a smug look on his face as he replies almost cheekily, “That’s what I thought.”

~End Period Forty-Six~