by Hex
Disclaimer: No I don't own them. I wish.
Special note: When I originally started this fic I had one goal in mind. I wanted to make Trowa a lifeguard. I had never read a fic where Trowa was a lifeguard and I felt that was a true injustice within the fandom. I mean doesn't Trowa's body just scream to be put in red swim trunks and have the silver whistle around his neck? OK, maybe it's just me........................
It was hot, really hot. Like burn the bottom of your feet on the sand type hot. And Quatre loved every second of it. It was brilliant. It was hot, the beach was packed and he was going to get the worst sunburn in all existence. Oh well, it was hot and sunny, Quatre had the day off and he was at the beach. Life was good, definitely good. The water was an easy to tolerate temperature too, no wadding in a state of pre-hypothermic shock. Summer was the best.
"Yo Q-ball you're gonna turn lobster if we don't put more of this of this 45 on your back. I refuse to listen to you bitch and moan about it later." Quatre's best friend stated in his usual upbeat and chipper voice.
"I know. Duo, slather me." Quatre said and let his voice go husky as he sat in front of his friend on their blanket.
"Damn you are such a tease." Duo said, snorting and positioned himself behind Quatre to apply the substance from the bottle in his hand onto the fair skinned boy's back.
"I try." Quatre said teasingly and wiggled where he sat.
"I try." Duo mimicked "He knows these shorts are a little tight, since he seems to think I don't make enough of an ass of myself on my own, he has to say 'slather me' all sexy and gives me a hard on that will be so bloody visible through these shorts." Duo continued to mutter as he began slathering Quatre up.
The blonde only chuckled in response. He and Duo had been friends as far back as Quatre could remember. They were both gay. Duo openly because that's just the way he was. Quatre was not quite so forward, bordering on shy. Duo had a long brown braid that dangled down his back. It was his pride and joy. The second was his car. A '67 ford mustang he was building from the ground up. Duo was about 5' 9" and had a grin that could only be described as cheeky. He was confident and intelligent but a little more observant than most people gave him credit for. His eyes were a color like amethyst. His build was lean despite how much he ate. Quatre had the same build and was the same height. The pair often traded clothes and shoes. Quatre had short almost neatly trimmed blond-hair except where his bangs fell into his aquamarine eyes. Quatre lacked Duo's confidence with people but made up for it with a sweet disposition that made people comfortable with him. Quatre practically brimmed with common sense where as Duo rushed in with little thought about all the consequences a lot of the time. Duo was more adventurous and Quatre was more cautious. In between the pair there was a nice balance formed that made them good friends.
"Quit whining. You know you like it." Quatre said and turned to grin at his friend.
"Did I say I didn't?" Duo asked cheekily. "You know what scares me Q?"
"What scares you Duo? Aside from the tubby bitch." Quatre asked. It was really weird but he couldn't talk to anyone else like this really, only Duo. Nobody else would believe that Quatre could use a word like bitch.
"You sound more and more like me every day. That scares me. That and the tubby bitch." Duo replied and smirked.
"I say again. You know you like it." Quatre said, his grin growing blinding. "Soooooooo how are things in Stats?" Quatre asked, his smile turning mischievous.
"I love Stats......." Duo said, sighing dreamily. "I never thought I'd say that about a summer course. I really can't wait to get back to class though."
"You mean you can hardly wait to see that nice piece 'o' ass that sits next to you." Quatre retorted, his grin growing less mischievous and more lecherous. Sometimes he had a lot of fun living vicariously through Duo's relationships.
"That too! But that class is such a breeze!" Duo chirped. "Now turn around so I can finish your back."
Quatre let Duo finish his back and shoulders then applied sunscreen to his chest and legs. It just wasn't fair! Quatre and Duo had about the same skin tone. Quatre was only a shade fairer. His skin turned tomato red if he didn't put on the highest level sunscreen he could get his hands on me while Duo could use a number 8 and get the best tan ever.
"So Q waddya want for your birthday." Duo asked as he put on some sunscreen too.
"I don't know. There's nothing that really comes to mind." Quatre said tilting his head off to the side as he stared at the mass of people out in the water.
"You're impossible, you know that? Can you do my back now?" Duo asked sighing. He and Quatre had this same discussion every year. Quatre was just impossible to buy gifts for. His parents were rich and Quatre had everything he asked for.
"I know. It's just there's nothing I need Duo. Save your money and spend it on something like parts for your car." Quatre said, grinning.
"NO! You have to tell me something that I can get you! I will buy you a present." Duo protested and flailed as Quatre applied sunscreen to his back. Quatre quickly sucked in a breath.
"Duo," Quatre began. "If you want to get me anything, get me that."
"Get you what?" Duo asked, his curiosity totally piqued.
"That, over there. That.... that... GOD!" Quatre stammered. Duo adjusted where he was facing to see where Quatre was staring.
"Which one Q?" Duo asked.
"The thing that can not possibly be human because no man was ever made to look that sexy. Oh There is a God because no fluke of random genes could have come up with that!" Quatre raved. "He's in the blue trunks with the life guarding paddle board. I WANT!"
"Well damn!" Duo breathed, as he looked the guy up and down. He was tall maybe about 6 feet. His hair was a cinnamon brown with slight highlights. It fell in the most adorable way over half of his face giving him a little air of mystery. His body was solid and lean. His six pack was incredible to behold. "Well fuck me please."
"No! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!" Quatre chanted "I saw him first!"
"Oh, will you share?" Duo asked turning his big violet eyes on his friend.
"No way. The sex god is mine. I wonder what color his eyes are." Quatre mused and stared.
Trowa felt a prickle on the back of his neck. He could have sworn someone was staring at him. He looked around and saw the source of his discomfort. Two sets of eyes were staring at him. One belonged to a guy with a long brown braid, the other to a blonde -haired guy with smoldering eyes. Well, well, Trowa thought to himself. The guy with the braid saw him looking and gave him a cheeky grin, to which Trowa raised an eyebrow at. The blonde on the other hand continued to stare at him intensely with his head tilted slightly to the side until the brunette jammed him in the side with his elbow. The blonde blushed and looked away hurriedly. He was adorable, plain and simple. Trowa had never taken himself for the cutesy type but then again.
He watched the blonde stand quickly and tug on his friend's hand. There was a quick debate and the brunette caved and got up to head in the direction of the water. Trowa watched them go and he let his eyes linger on the blonde a little longer then they should have. He watched the way he moved and elegantly picked his way through the crowded beach. Trowa watched the blonde's profile noting he had a pink tint to his cheeks either from sun or from embarrassment Trowa wasn't sure. Despite his slightly downcast eyes he held himself straight up and walked with confidence. Trowa decided he liked the way the blonde's ass looked in his swim trunks. He was pretty sure the blonde could feels his eyes on him because he quickened his pace to the water and walked right in. For a reason Trowa couldn't fathom he had an uneasy feeling as he watched them go into the water. He felt himself get a little paranoid. He had to chuckle at himself. Work was getting to him.
Being a lifeguard was hard on the nerves on days like these. There were so many things that could happen on a beach like this and it was sometimes very hard to tell the difference between play and distress. 12-hour days were getting to him. Oh well, (Just because I say so) the money was phenomenal. Trowa turned his attention to the sound of motors and took his binoculars from where they dangled against his chest.
"Fuck. Goddamned jet skis are coming to close to the ropes again. There's a whole freaking lake can't they go somewhere else?" Trowa muttered as he glared out at the water towards the compact machines that zoomed across it.
The wind was starting to pick up and the waves were getting slightly larger. The clouds that had been in the distance were now looming closer. The Jet Ski's jumped across the water. As Trowa followed the speeding object he caught sight of the brunette who was swimming towards shore at the fastest pace he could go he stopped and waved his arms in the air. His mouth formed the words help. Trowa flew into action he quickly gave two screams of his whistle to signal a "Situation" in progress and pointed in the direction of the brunette. He scanned the water in search of the blonde. The blonde broke the surface of the water, stared at intently then plunged back under the water. Trowa broke into a run. What in the hell was wrong? He stopped to take a look again and saw the blond break the surface again pulling someone up with him. Trowa immediately tossed his binoculars into the sand and ran as fast as he could into the water. He heard the muffled sound of boat rev as it took to the water. He swam hard towards the blonde as his face was the only thing above surface and it was slowly sinking. He held a young girl above surface as well. The young girl's head's hung limply to the side and it was obvious she was unconscious. Trowa moved to relieve the blonde of his burden as he fell under the water. Trowa managed to catch the girl first as the boat pulled up a few feet from him and he hauled the girl over.
"Another went down!" He bellowed as he handed the girl to the group in the boat and dove. The water was so murky it was hard to see anything. Trowa resurfaced, caught his breath quickly, then dove again. He caught a glimpse of a shape and reached for it. He rearranged himself so he could pull the body up more easily hooking his hands under the shoulders at the armpits. Trowa kicked as hard as he could and broke the surface sucking in air greedily. He pulled the blonde to the boat and let the group pull him from the water. Trowa quickly hoisted himself up and landed in the boat doing some serious damage to his knees in the process.
"How long was he under Trowa?" Annie asked. The woman was 8 years Trowa senior. She had dark blonde curls and sharp brown eyes. She was a veteran of the beach and handled "Situations" or Sits with a cool head. Trowa was immensely glad she was working today.
"I'm not sure. When I first caught sight of him he had pulled her up." Trowa said, as he tilted the boy's head back before he moved in to look, listen and feel. Trowa let his ear hover over the boy's mouth as he stared at the slightly pink chest, willing it to move or for him to feel a small puff of air on his ear or hear a raspy exhalation. There was nothing. Trowa counted 15-thousand and still nothing. Trowa sealed his lips over the boy's mouth and gave in two puffs of air. They went in. Trowa dragged his fingers from the boys Adams apple to his pulse and waited. He felt it to his relief. He continued artificial respiration until the blonde shoved him away and began to vomit up the water he had ingested. The blonde's whole body heaved as he continued to vomit. Trowa let him finish then dragged him back a little so he wouldn't be laying in his own bile. The blonde was quickly covered in a blanket. Trowa slumped down next to him leaning his back against the side of the boat and stroked the hair from the blonde's face as he coughed. The boat pulled up at the dock after what felt like an eternity to Trowa.
"Quatre! Quatre man are you OK?" The boy with the braid cried as he ran up the dock and jumped into the boat. The blonde looked at him confused for a moment as the braided boy knelt in front of him. The blonde threw his arms around his friend and shivered his teeth chattering almost uncontrollably.
"You scared the shit outta me. Fuck you know Rashid's gonna kick my ass." The braided boy muttered as he returned his friends hug. "Let's get you home."
"Take him to the hospital first." Trowa blurted out finally. He had been to busy trying to dissect the relationship of the two boys in front of him instead of doing his job. Friends? Good friends? REALLY good friends?........ Lovers?
"Huh?" The braided boy asked
"He nearly drowned. He should go to the hospital to be examined." Came the reply of a commanding feminine voice. Trowa felt like a moron. He wondered if Annie was going to give him a hard time about not properly following this up.
"Oh yeah." The braided boy replied intelligently. He was, however, scrutinizing Trowa as he cradled the blonde's head to his neck. Trowa was having a hard time not squirming under his violet gaze.
"I wanna go home Duo." Came a nearly inaudible reply.
"No shit. Hospital first. It'll be nice and convenient too. That way when Rashid kicks my ass I won't have far too go for treatment." Duo replied dryly. There came a muffled chattering laugh and the braided boy visibly relaxed. Trowa quickly left the boat and made way for the office.
"Let's go. Can ya walk or is it piggyback time?" Duo sang.
"I'll walk. Anything is better than that." Quatre snorted as he looked up at his friend.
"OK here's the plan. You keep the blanket on yourself and lean on me if you need to OK?" Duo said, smiling gently.
"I'll manage." Quatre said.
Trowa watched as the pair of boys left the beach. He couldn't help but stare at the blonde. He was beautiful. That's all there was to it. Even with blue lips, teeth chattering and fear clouded eyes, beautiful. Trowa didn't like blondes. He really couldn't figure it out. Actually he was surprised at how much he wanted the blonde as a whole. He wondered vaguely if the blonde would be interested in him. He had to admit that was a moot point at the moment. The blonde was gone and it was hardly likely that Trowa would ever see them again anyway. It didn't mean Trowa hadn't found a subject for fantasizing over for the rest of his life.
"I'm going insane. Too much sun." Trowa muttered and went to go fill out his paper work before he went home.
Just so everyone knows this rescue scenario isn't entirely accurate. It's been nearly 4 years since my lifeguard training and I never did any beach situations. I do however want to point out the certain dangers of what Quatre did by rushing in to help the girl. If you are not rescue trained rushing into water where you can not touch the bottom or have no floatation device to help you support another entire person is a bad idea. You put yourself at risk and therefore cause a bigger problem. I've heard stories from actual lifeguards and seen videos where for example an eight year-old child drown a perfectly healthy grown man. Because the boy was so afraid he literally sat on top of the man's head to keep himself above water. If a kid can do this what do you think would have happened to Quatre if that girl had been conscious? If you want to save a person that's drowning toss them something that floats and can support their weight. Throwing yourself into the water when you don't know what you're doing is a dangerous business even if you can swim and a just plain bad idea when you can't. So with this being said. Don't play near water when you can't swim. Do not dive or jump into water when you do not know the depth or can not see the bottom. Do not let children play near water by themselves. The buddy system is good. Always wear a flotation device while on a boat or jet ski. I don't care if you're just fishing. WEAR IT! (>.< Sorry pet peeve) Swim responsibly, translation: DO NOT SWIM WHILE DRINKING!! Sorry about the rant but to me this is a touchy subject and I live in a province that has over 10,000 lakes and sadly at least a few drownings a year.
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