A/N: This is my first Gundam Wing fic. Yeah for me! Even though I've been a lurker in the fandom for about two years now. *cough, cough* Anyway, I know it's short, but, well, meh, and please forgive any OOCness as I am trying to portray the boys well, but I've never actually watched the anime, so...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing, or its characters, nor do I make any money off of this.

Moments Like This

Pairings: 2x1 (That's right, baby.)

Warnings: AU, Attempts at humor, OOCness?, lime-ish-ness

BY: IvvyMoon

Summary: Duo has wanted to meet Heero for a long time. He just never thought it'd be under these circumstances.

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Heero Yuy was the sexiest, most perfect man alive.

Duo sighed as he undressed in the locker room. He'd stayed late to get in a little extra training with Coach G before the competition that weekend, and as a result, he'd gotten to see the swim team in action while waiting for Coach to finish talking to Coach J about something or other.

It was a good thing he was on the track team instead of the swim team, because there was no way in hell he would've been able to hide the beginnings of a boner in one of those skimpy Speedo thingies.

Heero was just too gorgeous to be real.

All that wet, bronze skin, those tight, rippling muscles, that spandex-encased ass as he sliced through the water...

He absently wiped at his chin.

Duo wondered if Heero shaved in order to decrease his resistance in the water, because he hadn't noticed a trace of body hair from where he'd been standing. Which made him wonder if he shaved everywhere...

He coughed.

The only thing he didn't like about the outfits - he snorted - the swim team wore was that the cap and goggles covered up Heero's amazing hair and eyes. Unfortunately, the two of them didn't share a single class together - and he'd cursed up a storm when he'd found that out considering he was majoring in civil engineering and he'd found out that Heero was in biomedical engineering and couldn't they at least have had one overlapping class this year? - but he had seen around once or twice, and as a result, he knew that Heero had the most amazing cobalt eyes and the sexiest case of permanent bed head that Duo had ever had the opportunity to see.

What he wouldn't give to spend just a little time alone in-with! With him.

He sighed, closing his locker and haphazardly slinging his towel around his hips.

Yeah, he had it bad.

Now normally, no one would call Duo Maxwell shy. Like no one. So his best friend Hilde couldn't understand why he hadn't gone up to Heero and just jumped him.

He didn't really understand it himself. He was a popular guy. Everyone liked him. He'd never actually been turned down by anyone he'd asked out, guy or girl. Well...not including ole Eric anyway, but he could've sworn the guy was gay.

But he never saw Heero with anyone else. Okay, he took that back. He had seen him with two other guys, one tall guy that seemed to have more hair in front of his face than on the rest of his head and some other Asian guy who made Duo's roots wince in sympathy every time he looked at him. Seriously, that guy was going to have a case of premature baldness if he didn't relax the tension on his hair.

But they never talked to each other! At least, not that Duo could tell. From his vantage point several tens of feet away. Normally behind a tree or something else that would allow him to look as much as he wanted without being too obvious about it.

They just sat and ate together or whatever, but from what he could tell, it was like they were mind readers or something, sending mental messages to each other via some sort of telepathic link, because Duo could count the number of times he'd seen them open their mouths to have a discussion on both hands.

Quatre thought he was being melodramatic. But they had this "do not come near us" vibe that was fucking scary. He'd seen people give them a ten foot berth when they were walking by.

Once again, scary.

He was hoping to catch Heero alone one day and dazzle him with the famous Maxwell charm, but until then, the Terrible Non-Talking Trio - or T3 as he liked to call them. Hilde said they were the TNT, but he said the 'non' didn't count, and why was she trying to take his cool acronym away from him anyway? - was just too much for him.

He flipped the light on in the shower room, and man, he'd really stayed late today if the lights were already off , and set his things down on the bench before turning on one of the showerheads.

He rolled his neck and stretched his arms above his head while he waited for the water to warm up. Today had been grueling. Coach had made him do weights and bleachers and sprints until he thought his legs were going to collapse. Being the top-ranked sprinter in the university definitely had its drawbacks. And he always tried to throw himself into the training. He felt tremendously grateful to Coach G. He wouldn't have been able to afford college if it weren't for the scholarship.

He stepped into the water, hissing as the hot water hit his sore muscles. Fuck, that felt good. He relaxed in the hard spray for a long time before groaning and reaching for his braid. No one else was around to complain about how long he was taking, and he should really wash out his hair after all the sweating he'd done.

Once the conditioner was in - he kept the bottle hidden in the very recesses of his locker because he knew exactly what the guys would say if they knew how much time he spent babying his hair - he grabbed the soap. As his hands ran down his body, with only the sound of the water to accompany him, his thoughts turned back to Heero. And like every other time he started thinking about Heero, his body inevitably responded.

He sighed, his soapy hand curling around his growing erection. He braced his other hand against the shower wall and closed his eyes. Seeing him race against his teammates earlier, all the power in his compact frame, all that energy, those strong legs, the way the water beaded on his skin...

He knew Hilde thought Heero probably had the personality of a stick since he never talked to anyone - those two other guys not counting - but Duo could care less. Who needed conversation? Duo could talk enough for the two of them! But he'd never seen anyone so absolutely fuckable in his entire life. Those lips which would look all red and swollen around his cock, those strong hands that would grip the top of his headboard as he got into position, that fine ass which was meant to be thrust backwards against his hips. Just thinking about parting Heero's legs in order to reach between them and-

Duo's eyes shot open as someone coughed. Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't- Fuck, he had to do it.

His turned his head slowly, his cheeks blazing red, and there, standing naked save for a towel a few feet behind him, holding his shower caddy loosely in front of him, was none other than the object of his fantasy.

Heero fucking perfect Yuy.

He was even hotter close up, especially still wet from the pool. His amazing cobalt eyes were even clearer than he'd imagined. And his chocolate hair framed his face as it clung to his skin. He watched as a drop of water ran down the side of his neck, slowing its descent slightly as it curved over hard pecs before slipping down defined abs, before his eyes jerked back up to frowning blue.

Duo swallowed, his hands tightening in mortification, making him realize he still had a grip on...things.

He didn't know if it was really humanly possible to spontaneously combust, but he suddenly believed it could happen. He hoped it would happen. Very soon as a matter of fact.

He looked around wildly before grabbing his conditioner bottle and placing it in front of the...evidence.

"Uh...erm...I was - was just - um-" Shit. Why, oh why had he gotten out of bed that morning? Someone up there hated him.

Heero stared at him dispassionately. "Hn."

He couldn't believe he'd been caught jacking off in the shower by his crush. His breath froze in his throat as a sudden thought came to him. Please, please, please let him not have moaned any names!

After a long, uncomfortable silence where neither man moved...or talked...or blinked as far as he could tell, Duo offered hopelessly, "Would you believe I was scratching an itch?"

He was momentarily puzzled by the extreme strangeness of the look Heero gave him. Even given the situation, it was a really, really weird look. But then he replayed his words in his head.

"No, no, no, no! Not that kind of itch! I don't have like a-a rash or anything! I meant - well, I-"

"Idiot."

He hadn't thought it was possible to blush any harder. He wanted to sink into the drain along with the water falling onto his back. What an impression! The first time he was ever alone with Heero Yuy and he had to go and-

Oh holy fucking mother of-

It was like every wet dream he'd ever had combined into one breathtakingly glorious moment of pure heaven. He squeezed the bottle so hard a spurt of white, creamy conditioner came flying out with a sploosh.

Not that he noticed. Because Heero Yuy had turned around, apparently dismissing him, taken off his towel and was naked! In front of Duo! Naked and wet! And naked!

Heero turned on his own shower head and stood with his back to Duo, head arched slightly as the water cascaded down his very fit, very lickable body.

Duo groaned soundlessly, his hands clenching spasmodically around the bottle in front of him. This was torture! Heaven and hell all mixed up in one incredibly fucked up, but oh so wonderful moment.

How was he supposed to maintain any self control? It was impossible! Not with the way Heero's muscles flexed as he shifted, the way the water ran in loving rivulets down his body. It was going to be like one of those horrible prison movies where the inmate dropped the soap and the next thing he knew, he was pressed up against the wall while-

Shit! Heero dropped the soap!

He couldn't- Damn it, he had to stop staring! If he didn't, there was no way in hell he'd be able to keep his hands off- Oh fuck, Heero was starting to bend over.

Look away, look away!

Duo wrenched his eyes away desperately. Attacking and molesting the man of his dreams was not a good way to start things off he told himself. Repeatedly. He tried to stop the twitching of his body as it attempted to turn back around without his permission.

Think pillar of salt! he told himself semi-hysterically, his chest heaving as if he'd just sprinted 400 meters. If you turn around, you'll-

Nope. Not working.

He had to look.

Duo peeked over his shoulder, and luckily - or unluckily as the case may be - Heero had the soap back in his hands and was once again studiously washing his body.

What kind of guy just bent over in the shower like that after walking in on another guy masturbating?! Was he just that oblivious? Did he really not care? Wasn't he the slightest bit uncomfortable? Even Duo would've just walked back out if he'd happened to see some guy jacking off in the communal shower. Sure he would've waited in the locker room and made fun of the guy, but he would've still walked out until he'd finished! Well, if the guy were exceptionally hot, he might've waited a little before walking out...but that was besides the point! It was like Heero honestly didn't give a damn. He hadn't teased him or leered or-or anything!

Duo's eyes widened. What if Heero were straight? He'd just always assumed he was gay. He didn't know why, just some vibe he'd gotten during the one or two times he'd seen him up close in the dining hall, but he didn't actually have any proof, and he didn't want a repeat of the Eric Incident. Heero was definitely a no-nonsense type of guy, and if he were straight and wanted to get clean and out of the lockers right away, he might have decided it wasn't worth his time worrying about the wanker in the shower.

He-he couldn't be straight!

Could he?

Or what if Heero was gay but thought Duo was so unattractive that he didn't care that he'd walked in on him?!?!?!

Duo nearly staggered at the thought.

Impossible!

He wasn't horribly conceited, but he got hit on enough times by people to know others found him attractive. So...so something just had to wrong with Heero!

But what?

The hand that wasn't holding the conditioner bottle ran through his hair agitatedly. Fuck! And he couldn't just come out and ask Heero if he were attracted to him or wanted to go out on a date. Waaaaaaaay too awkward when they were both naked in the shower.

His thoughts derailed.

Why the fuck was he worrying about what was going through Heero's mind at the moment? He was naked. In the shower. With Heero Yuy! He needed to savor the moment! He'd worry about the other crap later!

Without conscious thought, he found himself inching closer to the other man who was in the middle of rinsing off. Damn it! He was almost finished. He'd be gone in a few seconds, and Duo hadn't even had the opportunity to see the front-

Blue eyes pierced him as Heero looked over his shoulder.

"Uh...uh..." Duo stammered as he realized just how close he had gotten. He had definitely crossed the unspoken etiquette rules for being in the shower with another guy. "I was just - um - wondering what kind of shampoo you were using," he blurted out. He winced internally. Not exactly the truth, but now that he was close, he was kind of curious, so it wasn't really a lie either he consoled himself. "It smells good?" he offered lamely.

"Dove 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner," Heero said at last after looking at him steadily for a long moment, the disbelief obvious.

"Ah...um...cool. Yeah. Uh, thanks."

He grinned weakly and shuffled backwards to his own spot under Heero's suspicious gaze. Which was, oddly enough, fastened rather low on his body. Did that mean-

Before his hopes - and other parts of his body - were raised - again - he looked down. It was only then that he realized he was still holding the bottle in front of his groin.

"Heh! Oh look at that. I'm still... You just - you know - surprised me was all. Not that I've still got - I mean I - I don't have a..." Why was he still babbling? Why hadn't the earth opened up and swallowed him whole by now? Why couldn't he stop? "I'll just - put this down now. Not like you haven't already seen-"

Oh there. That had done it. Even he couldn't keep talking after saying something that awkward.

Blessed silence filled the room. At least he didn't have a hard on anymore. No one could possibly still have an erection after the humiliation that was his life at the moment.

Heero did one long slow blink. "Hn..."

Duo would've liked to think that the way Heero was staring at him was in lustful appreciation of the total incredibleness that was his body. He did after all have lots of long, lean muscle, tight, toned abs, not to mention his hair was down in all its splendor, and he never let anyone see that. So it wasn't totally unbelievable to think that Heero was admiring his body...

But he wasn't that stupid.

Unfortunately.

Heero turned back around.

The rest of his shower was finished in marked silence and expediency, and it was a sad, sad Duo that realized Heero was wrapping his towel back around his waist. Not only had he made a complete ass of himself in front of the other man, first being caught mid-jerk, then implying he had some sort of STD and finally getting way too close for anyone but a stalker's comfort, but he had also missed his opportunity to get a free glimpse of the goods.

Probably the only chance he was ever going to get considering there was no way in hell that Heero would want to be caught dead anywhere near him after this.

Heeeeeeeeeerrrrrrroooooooo, his heart called out pathetically, and he raised one hand almost as if to keep him from leaving.

Which was promptly snatched back as he whirled around, pretending he hadn't been watching Heero's finish up as the man in question started to turn back. His heart was pounding as he started to rinse out his hair, trying to act nonchalant, cursing his sudden movement and knowing his actions had probably been more noticeable than if he'd just put up a sign saying, "I'm staring at your naked ass." How could Heero not notice his hair flying out in a circle as he wrenched around - and ow, that had hurt when it whipped against him - or the way he'd nearly slipped on the wet tiles in his rush to turn away? It would only have been more evident that he was trying to be blasé if he'd started whistling.

He barely controlled himself from banging his head against the shower wall. Fuck, I'm such an idiot! But he'd acted on reflex! He'd seen Heero start to turn, and he'd panicked. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-

"Duo."

His head popped around as he stared at Heero whose back was to him as he gathered up his things. He knew his name?

"For future reference, you might want to check that there aren't any other athletes around before you decide to spend some quality alone time in the shower."

Duo's cheeks burned.

"Furthermore, if, for whatever reason, you get caught again and plan on trying to salve your dignity by hiding behind shower products, you should ensure that you actually cover all your assets instead of playing a pornographic game of peek-a-boo," Heero said very matter-of-factly.

His face felt like it was on fire. He actually felt lightheaded from all the blood rushing to his brain.

"Better yet, verifying that the bottle is actually large enough to cover the whole area would probably be beneficial."

Wide eyes glanced at the conditioner bottle. The very small conditioner bottle. He was going to die of embarrassment. He knew it. It would be the very first case of death by mortification in the history of mankind.

"Finally," Heero said, straightening and turning towards him just enough that he could look at him. Duo wanted to close his eyes from the amusement in his gaze. "The next time you have the urge to watch me eat lunch, you might try to join me instead of pretending you're not hiding behind a tree. My friends are getting tired of the attention."

Duo's mouth opened, but his mind had gone completely blank at his last words. His jaw moved up and down, but no sound come out.

"Although they do enjoy making fun of you," Heero said thoughtfully with a small smirk.

His mouth snapped closed.

Heero's soft snicker echoed in the room, and for the first time since he'd walked into the shower room, he stood facing Duo directly.

It took a second to register, his mind refusing to accept the evidence before him, but he finally noticed a crucial detail.

Heero was standing in front of him, his shower caddy held at his side, and something that was obviously not a conditioner bottle was creating a tent under his towel.

He gaped.

And then Heero turned and walked out the room.

Duo blinked once. Twice. He tried to understand what he'd just heard and seen.

When it finally hit him, he whooped, jumping up into the air, a huge smile on his face, and grabbed his own towel, fumbling it around him as he raced for the door, nearly falling in his haste. It didn't matter at the moment that all his things were strewn around or that he still had conditioner in his hair or that he was flashing his package to the world or that he knew he was going to be mocked - probably for the rest of his life. All that mattered was that Heero perfect Yuy was naked under that towel with a boner, and it was all for him.

He slammed open the door. "Heero! Wait!"

Life couldn't get much better than this.

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A/N: And this is technically a oneshot, but if anyone is interested, I wouldn't be averse to making it longer, maybe doing a second chapter with a lemon or doing a few chapters as we watch Duo embarrass himself further. I'm actually amazed with myself for not having a lemon in this chapter. Anyone who has read my Naruto fics would know that is atypical for me.

Thank you for reading my first attempt at contributing to the GW fandom. *bows*

--IvvyMoon