Sex (Wax) and Sunsets
"Mush," Duo complained.
Heero shrugged and tightened the leash around his bicep. Duo was
exaggerating; the waves were crumbling more than preferable, but they were
The faint scent of rootbeer wafted into the air as Duo unwrapped a cake
of SexWax. The sweet odor grew stronger as he applied a fresh layer of wax
along his board. Heero pulled on his fins and listened to the rhythmic
scraping as he waited patiently for his lover to finish.
"God, I love this stuff," Duo said, lifting the little cake of wax to
his face and sucking in a deep breath. He took a few more opportunities to
revel in the scent before he rewrapped the remaining wax and tucked it into
the little canvas bag nestled into the sand.
Heero smiled and held out his hand. Duo grinned and clasped his forearm,
pulling the Japanese boy to his feet and holding him steady as he stamped
his feet to get them properly settled into his fins.
"You first," Heero insisted, popping the cap of a little bottle and
squeezing a small mound of sunscreen into his cupped palm.
Duo obediently turned around and pulled his braid aside. He made a soft
exclamation of surprise at how cold the cream was as Heero dabbed a spot on
his neck. The low yelp was swiftly replaced by a deep sigh.
"Mmm. You know, you have the most talented fingers," he said, leaning
back into the gentle pressure of Heero's fingers.
"I know," Heero replied. He planted a little kiss on Duo's shoulder
before ordering him about face.
"You've got some other talents too," Duo mused in a hentai tone of
Heero chuckled and deposited a big glob of sunscreen on Duo's nose. "You
can rub that in yourself." It suddenly became his turn to yelp, as the
American leaned forward and Eskimo kissed him. After a few minutes of
nuzzling and Eskimo kisses that led to kissing of the French variety, the
sunscreen hadn't quite disappeared, but it had been liberally smeared around
both their noses.
"Mission accomplished," Duo stated proudly. Then he sneezed and rubbed
his nose violently with the back of his arm. Sunscreen up the nose tickled
horribly. But it smelled really good. Like coconut.
After a few sneezes of his own, Heero set about getting his lover's
face, legs and arms properly protected from the sun. Duo griped a bit when
returning the favor; Heero had nearly a full wetsuit and only his face and
arms needed attention, which meant, damnit, that there was no chance for
gratuitous thigh rubbing.
Even without any gratuitous rubbing of Heero's thighs, it still took a
full half hour for the two boys to finish getting screened up and headed
towards the water. As they waded in, Duo tossed his shortboard down promptly
and flopped down onto it, wasting no time to thrust his arms into water and
paddle out. Heero on the other hand, held onto his bodyboard and stayed on
his feet, until the whitewash was surging against his chest and forcing him
back two steps for every one.
He tightened the Velcro on his frogpaws, then waited for the next lull
between waves before he set about paddling out to join Duo. The chill of the
water was already seeping in to numb his hands and he shook his head in
bemusement at Duo's tolerance for the cold. The braided boy was perfectly
happy spending half the day in nothing but a rashguard and a pair of board
shorts. Then again, Heero thought as he bobbed lazily in the water, if Duo
got cold, all he had to do was lay out on that board of his and he was
completely out of the water and basking in the sun like some lazy seal.
"Nice swells coming in, although I wouldn't have minded just staying
home today," Duo said. He straddled his board and held it with the nose
pointing out of the water in a rather unsubtle suggestive gesture.
"Huh, looks like mush to me," Heero responded with a smirk that left Duo
wondering if he wasn't also making a little sarcastic poke at the phallic
implications of the board between his thighs.
"I'll show you mush, you sponger!" Duo growled playfully and dove off
his board to dunk Heero.
"Kook!" Heero sputtered as he resurfaced. He habitually pushed back the
hair plastered to his forehead, uncaring that the action made the wet
strands stick up in a spiky mess. It would get wet and he'd repeat the
process several dozen times over during the day anyway. Besides, Heero
wasn't one to care much about what his hair looked like anyhow.
"Booger!" Duo retorted with an evil grin and an equally messy set of
water darkened bangs.
Knowing that there were more derogatory terms for Duo to toss around
about bodyboarders like himself, Heero wisely pointed out that a promising
swell was approaching. His lover immediately gave up the horseplay to leap
back on his board in preparation and Heero gave himself a mental pat on the
back for winning that little spar in a roundabout way.
Duo missed the first wave, but having fins, Heero was able to exert
himself and catch it for a very satisfying ride. As the day wore on and the
tide came in, they each got a fair share of good waves. The Japanese boy
hung back as the afternoon was coming to a close. Wetsuit or not, a day
spent half submerged in the ocean sapped ones warmth and he was content to
watch Duo as his lover caught wave after wave with graceful skill. As the
American stood, with perfect balance on the latest, Heero admired the way
Duo's arms glistened in the orange sunlight and the heavy rope of his braid
sent arcs of water drops in his wake as he worked the face of the wave with
"Show off," Heero smiled as Duo returned to his side.
Duo grinned. "Yeah. Aint I," he said between gasping breaths. Last
couple rides of the day, he'd had to make them good ones. And, if they just
happened to be full of fancy little tricks to impress Heero, all the better.
"Shameless too," Heero added. He smiled a little wider and released his
hold on his board. It floated to the end of its tether, tugging gently on
his arm as he swam the short distance to where Duo lay panting on his
"Yeah. Aint I," Duo repeated, twisting his head to the side and cocking
"And sexy, did I mention sexy?"
"Yeah, I'm that too," Duo murmured as Heero gripped the edge of the
board and pulled himself out of the water far enough for the two to share a
A swell was cresting into a wave and Heero reacted fast enough to grab
his board and duck dive under it. Duo wasn't so well prepared and was dumped
unceremoniously into the foam.
"You alright?," Heero asked as Duo climbed back out of the water.
Duo spit and assured the other boy that he was fine. He nodded towards
the shore. "Let's get outta here. Sun's going down."
The pair rode the whitewash of the next break all the way onto the sand
and dragged themselves back up to where their little black bag waited for
"You just love me cause I've got a nice stick," Duo said. He rested the
tail end of his board in the sand and held it under one arm. "Hand me my
glasses; would you, babe?"
Heero made a quiet noise that was part assent, part laughter and part
exhaustion as he sat down in front of Duo and began rooting through their
bag for their sunglasses. He dug both pairs out and put on his own, before
he handed the other to his lover.
Having come upon the pitiful little bit of SexWax left in the bag, Heero
mentioned, "We need more wax. You go through it like crazy."
"I can't help it if my stick is that big." Duo grinned and spared a
quick glance down at Heero before he shook open his glasses and put them on.
"Too bad you rely on quick humps," Heero replied mischievously, leaning
his back against Duo's leg and reaching up behind him to tug playfully at
the drawstring of the other boy's shorts.
"We'll see about that later, mister," Duo said, taking hold of Heero's
hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
"I'm counting on that," Heero said with a little purr. "After all, I've
got the best for your stick."
Duo laughed and gave Heero's fingers another squeeze as they both gazed
over the dark waves of the ocean to where the sun trailed vibrant ribbons
of reds and oranges as she took her leave of the day.
As they watched the huge disk of the sun disappear slowly over the
horizon, Heero pictured all the fun they'd have once they got home. But,
sometimes, Heero thought privately - and he smiled as Duo's thumb began
rubbing little circles over his - sometimes, sunsets were better than sex.
End Notes: Hopefully I made the little bits of surfer slang easy enough to
follow ^^;; Mr Zog's SexWax is by far the best boardwax there is, especially
rootbeer, cause it smells so damn good. ^_^ Quick Humps is an extra traction
version and "The Best for Your Stick" is its official slogan. Frogpaws are
gloves with webbing between the fingers to help you paddle. If you're
curious or completely bewildered by anything else mentioned, just ask and
I'll happily explain ^__^