by Hex
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. And the GW boys thank God for that every day! ^_~
Warnings: Teenage pilots, teenage angst and insecurities, bad language and plenty 'o' innuendo and tangy citrus filling. That's good right? O.o Strongly Lemon flavoured.
Credits: Inspired by the picture "Bribing Kisses" by Fablespinner.
Pity: For the Gundam boys who ended up in my high school. For Trowa who because he played the flute would have been in my section in band^_^ Poor boy wouldn't have lasted a minute. He would have cracked! ^_~
Send comments to hexadecimalrebooted@yahoo.ca
Trowa fidgeted unhappily in shotgun. He was getting Cathy to drop him off at Quatre's on her way out.
"Do you ever stay home?" Trowa demanded of his sister.
"What brought that on?" Cathy retorted. "You've been miserable all week twirp. What crawled up your butt?"
"I just-" Trowa began.
"Oh I see, it's what didn't." Cathy said sniggering. "Fightin' with your blondie?"
"Cathy for Fuck's sake your my sister! Don't say shit like that!" Trowa practically shrieked. "And it's not like that....."
"Trowa I was teasing. I didn't mean it. You and Quatre are fighting then? I thought maybe you were sulking because you haven't had a chance to spend lots of time with him yet but I didn't think it was serious." Cathy said softly, "There are times like that in every relationship you know. You'll both survive."
"What fucking relationship? There is no fucking relationship." Trowa snarled and punched the dashboard. He had been in agony the past few day driving himself crazy trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. It was Friday and he was no closer to coming up with what to say to Quatre as he had been on Wednesday.
"But I thought that now that we were back you two would I don't know.... get together I guess." Cathy pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked letting silence reign for a moment before beginning again. "I'm sorry Trowa. I thought you and Quatre were going to, you know, do the whole knew each other forever and get married or something."
"We haven't kissed yet and you have us married in some sort of suburbanite dream. I think there's something just a little wrong with that." Trowa muttered.
"I guess we just all assumed you that you and Quatre would be together. I'm sorry Trowa, I didn't mean to make you upset twirp." Cathy said softly and ruffled his hair.
"I'm sorry Cath. It's just I'm trying so hard to figure this out and I miss having you around. I need your advice. How do I tell Quatre how I feel." Trowa asked almost begged.
"You tell him that's how." Cathy replied sounding a hell of a lot less apologetic than she had a few minutes earlier and a good deal more exasperated.
"Thanks a lot Cath." Trowa muttered and returned to glaring out of the window.
"Look Trowa, you have to think about it this way. How does Quatre want to hear it? He expects it to be honest. You know that. So telling him straight out is the only way. If you go about it any other way one, it won't suit you and two, it won't come across as being from you. So really you only have one option." Cathy said gently laying her hand down on Trowa's knee.
"I know but I'm terrified. This could go so horribly wrong. Why does everyone seem to think it's going to be easy for us?" Trowa said sighing.
"Why do you think it's going to be hard?" Cathy retorted. "People make assumptions. You think for some unbeknownst reason that Quatre isn't going to feel the same. Meanwhile that's probably exactly how Quatre feels. Just tell him. Even if you don't say it romantically I'm pretty sure as well as Quatre knows you he's not expecting that."
"So I just blurt out Quatre I love you like some sort of jackass?" Trowa asked sarcastically.
"Yeah. Because if you weren't being a jackass Quatre might think you grew a personality." Cathy retorted and started the car.
"Bitch." Trowa growled.
"Twirp." Cathy grinned.
"I hate you." Trowa muttered.
"Awwwww but you're my favourite little brother in the whole world." Cathy said failing miserably at sounding wounded.
"I'm your only little brother." Trowa retorted.
"What? You think I'd choose a miserable antisocial little punk like you if I had the choice? Keep dreaming." Cathy replied and pulled out pushing the confines of safe traveling speed to its limits.
Trowa had let himself into the house and dumped his backpack at the front door. Quatre had left the door unlocked, which was something Trowa would have to have a little chat with the blond about. As soon as Trowa shut the front door there was the tell tale sounds of scampering paws followed by very vicious barking and snarling.
"It's OK boys, it's just me." Trowa said gently as the dogs rounded the corned from the kitchen at a breakneck speed. The dogs glared at him and bared their teeth with the slightest growl then did what the always did, turned their backs on him and blatantly ignored him. The bounced up the stairs to find the person they really cared about. And Trowa followed. Trowa silently crept up the stairs taking deep breaths to keep himself steady. I'm going to do this. I AM going to do this. Trowa began to feel like the stairs were a mile long. Once he reached the top the desire to run back down and hide in a corner washed over him. Trowa hated being nervous. This was a first for Trowa. Never in his entire life had Quatre ever made him nervous or uncomfortable. The sudden desire to back out nearly overwhelmed him. All he had to do was not bring it up. It was that easy. And that hard. Trowa pulled himself together and walked into the only open door in the hallway. The dogs had already turned tail after peaking at Quatre and scampered off elsewhere.
Quatre was staring off into the backyard. He rested his side against the window frame giving Trowa a profile of his face. His eyebrows creased together with worry and he gnawed his lower lip in thought. He kept his arms folded across his chest and one finger absently tapped his arm. All in all Quatre was at the pinnacle of worry. He still looked gorgeous despite his emotional concerns. He was wearing and a deep red sweater with black slacks. Trowa had to fight to keep from salivating.
"Daydreaming?" Trowa asked softly.
"Hmmmm? Oh Trowa?! You're here already?" Quatre's voice cracked slightly as his eyes snapped to Trowa. "I wasn't expecting you yet."
"I decided to come early. Besides Cathy was going out so it made it easier for my parents for her to drop me off rather than wait and get one of them to do it." Trowa said resisting the urge to fidget a little.
"Oh That makes sense." Quatre said a little distracted sounding.
"Where have you been all week?" Trowa couldn't help but sound accusatory.
"I've umm been busy with school and student council." Quatre said looking back out the window.
"That busy? I mean you skipped band and I haven't even talked to you on the phone. Quatre you're my best friend and I've barely had the chance to see you since I got here." Trowa knew he was going to start rambling but he could not stop himself. "We're best friends and I've seen you once and talked to you on the phone twice. I missed you so much and I love you and you're not there and I don't know what to do."
Trowa knew he had said way too much when the stunned look crossed Quatre's face and he started gaping at him like a fish out of water. Trowa's entire throat constricted. Trowa turned around his own stupidity almost choking him. He would just have to find a way to gloss it over. Yes, that was exactly what he would do as soon as he finished calming down. Trowa walked out of the room his ears buzzing a little and he shook his head. He would go outside and calm down then come back in and tell Quatre he meant love him like a friend and everything would be all right.
Trowa shook his head a little trying to get rid of the buzzing when he felt to bands of warmth wrap around his shins and then the world tilted. The carpet rushed up to meet his face and he used his hands to block the impact as he landed with a thud. If he reached out his arm he could touch the stairs and even tried to but someone grabbed his jeans and his T-shirt and rolled him onto his back. Quatre loomed over him for a moment before settling down at his side. Quatre draped an arm across his middle, draped his leg over one of Trowa's and rested his chin on Trowa's chest. Quatre looked directly into his eyes and smiled wanly.
"Trowa I've lied to you." Trowa opened his mouth to interject but Quatre covered it with the tips of his fingers. Trowa still felt a little disoriented but Quatre was draped on him and not in the 'Hey I'm your buddy' type manner. "Just let me explain. I never told you the reason, the real reason I'm going to a public school rather than the private one I was enrolled in grade nine.
"Grade nine was great. I was a bit overwhelmed at first you know. The school was so much bigger than my elementary and junior high but there I was. I made friends, ones I told you about. Aiden, Guy and Daniel. We spent a lot of time together over the summer between grade nine and ten any of the time I wasn't with Duo, Heero or Wufei, I was with them. After nearly a month into grade ten is when everything got messed up by one little thoughtless comment on my part. We were clowning around outside during lunch when Guy snitched my wallet out of my back pocket. I let him, I didn't care. It wasn't like he wasn't going to give it back to me. The only picture I had in my wallet at the time was your class picture from the previous year. Guy made some lame smart-ass remark about you being my boyfriend and I without thinking answered with a snappy 'I wish'. The next thing I knew Guy's fist had slammed into my face. He knew from the way I said it, it was true. The only thing he could say was 'I can't believe you're a fucking fag.' Both him and Daniel hurried away from me like I was diseased." Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre slowly but tightly. The blond in response rested his head on Trowa's chest breaking the eye contact and cuddling in close to him.
"Poor Aiden didn't know what to do. He could only say sorry and run to follow them. It was my bad luck that we had been over heard. Some of the guys a year or two older heard what they said and they took the opportunity of my shock at having been punched by someone I considered a friend to kick me while I was down. I mean that literally. I had started to stagger up only to have my legs knocked out from under me and have runner covered feet slam into my rib cage repeatedly. Someone, I'm pretty sure it was Aiden who squealed to the teacher and got them to called the cops. The guys bolted for obvious reasons. I got taken to the hospital. I had a black eye courtesy Guy, three broken ribs, a bruise on my tailbone and numerous more bruises and scrapes. I don't even want to remember how many." Trowa frowned and ran his hands possessively down Quatre's back.
"After that my dad pulled me from the private school giving them a piece of his mind about how his son wasn't even safe there despite the amount of money he put into it. I told my dad it wasn't safe because of what I was. I told him I was gay and blubbered like a baby about it. My dad's response was "So?". I was completely floored by that. Dad could be so conservative about things and yet there's his son saying he's gay and he brushes it off like I'm talking about the weather. He said my sex life is my own business. Although I think he almost had an aneurysm saying 'sex life' but he seemed like he wasn't even trying to be understanding. More like he just understood."
"That's because he knew Quatre." Trowa said Quatre looked to him confusion in his eyes. "He knew that we were in love before we did."
"Everybody knew we were in love before we did. I didn't even really think I was in love with you until Duo told me about what he felt for Heero at the end of grade nine." Quatre said exasperated.
"Your dad said he knew when we were 12 years old Quatre." Trowa explained Quatre arched an eyebrow at him. "I came to talk to you during the week. You were hitting the bag pretty hard so your dad dragged me away. He thought it would be best to let you sort yourself out a little before we talked. He knew you were having problems with telling me and that we all know I'm not good at getting at what I feel. He took me aside and told me about why you changed schools and about how you seemed ashamed of being gay."
"That's the thing Trowa, I don't feel gay - if a person can feel gay that is." Quatre said pursing his lips. He lifted his head to look Trowa in the eye. "I love you. That's it. I have yet to meet a man or woman that I feel the same way or even close to what I do for you. It's entirely different. I don't even begin to understand it."
"But why hide from me Quatre. I just wanted to be with you." Trowa felt pain sting the back of his eyes.
"What if you didn't feel that same? You always say I understand you and know what you're thinking, but I don't. There are times when I really don't know, when I question whether or not I actually am as close and understanding as everyone says I am. I've loved you for so long and I wanted it so badly but what if I was wrong? What if you didn't love me? What if you were freaked out by the fact your best friend was in love with you and wanted you? What if you walked away? I couldn't take that again. I couldn't handle it. I missed you so much when you were gone and I got to talk to you three or four times a week for hours. What would I do if you never wanted to be around me again?" Quatre's face buried into his shoulder as he whispered his fears. Trowa wrapped his arms tightly around Quatre. These fears he could completely understand. Truthfully they sounded incredibly familiar. Trowa lifted Quatre's head from where it was buried in his shoulder and brought them eye to eye.
"Well then handsome. I love you, you love me so what are we going to do about it?" Trowa teased cupping Quatre's face in his hands. "Later though. Everyone should be here soon so we should get cleaned up."
"Um well everyone probably won't be here for another hour. I invited you early so we could talk." Quatre replied blushing and averting his gaze. "I wanted to tell you everything. I've been agonizing over how to say it all week."
"That I can imagine." Trowa smiled softly as he felt all the pieces fall neatly into place. Everything was all right now. They were a couple. Trowa and Quatre lying in the hallway k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Hey now there's an i----. Quatre's lips had settled softly on Trowa's for a moment and then they were gone. Quatre smiled warmly down at him and pink crept across his cheeks.
"Well that was cheap of you Mr. Winner. It didn't even last ten seconds and there was no tongue." Trowa said flatly.
"I may be a lot of things Trowa but I am most definitely not cheap." Quatre said his voice dropping a little in pitch as he nibbled on Trowa's chin. Trowa let his hands slide to rub up and down on his back. Quatre leaned in and planted his lips on Trowa's. The blond let his lips slide open and touched Trowa's lips with his tongue. Trowa let his lips slide open in response so Quatre's tongue could invade his mouth. Trowa purred as Quatre's tongue tickled the recesses of his mouth and began to return the favor. Quatre pooled over him like water and draped himself across Trowa. The banged boy glided his hands down Quatre's back and cupped his backside. He slid Quatre's legs apart so the blond was straddling his hips and flipped them over. Trowa loomed over Quatre triumphantly for a moment before he began nibbling on Quatre's neck.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked breathlessly.
"Hmmmm?" Was Trowa's flesh muffled reply.
"Get up." Quatre commanded.
"Huh?" Trowa pulled away a little stunned and uncertain. Trowa' jaw hit the floor when Quatre pushed him over and stood.
"Come with me." Quatre said grabbing Trowa's hand and dragging him up. Trowa was hauled into Quatre's bedroom and towards the bathroom. "You need a shower."
"I had one before I came over. Are you implying I stink?" Trowa demanded teasing.
"Well actually..." Quatre trailed off his grin down right impish..
"I do not!" Trowa said and wrapped his arms around Quatre and brought his face so close to the blonde's that their noses touched.
"But ummmm........ honestly Trowa........... I want to see you. I don't know if I'm ready for sex but I want to see you." Quatre said his eyes darting to Trowa's shoulder and a deep red blush crawled up his neck to his cheeks.
"Ahhhh....." Trowa replied then grinned "Fair's fair right?"
"Of course." Quatre replied and moved away slightly to pull his shirt off. It landed with a soft whump that came from far away as he drank in the sight of Quatre's naked torso. Trowa had seen Quatre without his shirt on numerous times but he couldn't remember it ever being like this. When he had noticed Quatre had gained some muscle he had been right. There were well-defined line in his chest, arms and abs. He wasn't hugely built probably never would be but his definition made Trowa want to trace the lines with his tongue.
"Fair's fair." Quatre said squirming under Trowa's gaze.
Trowa merely smiled and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Even before his shirt had cleared his nose he felt Quatre's arms wrap around his waist and a face nuzzling his neck. Trowa sighed happily and tossed his shirt in one direction or another, he didn't really care. Quatre grabbed hold of the belt loops on his jeans and began dragging him to the bathroom. Once they were in the bathroom the smaller boy tugged on his jeans suggestively. Trowa grinned and let the blond do his work. Quatre concentrated his gaze on Trowa's bellybutton as he undid the jeans. Trowa felt him fumble a little with the button and zipper but the jeans fell to the floor with a soft thump. The blond took a deep breath and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Trowa's boxers and slid them down long legs. Trowa fought hard to not twitch or groan as Quatre's breath brushed his erection. Trowa stepped out of his clothing while Quatre ran his hands over his legs. Quatre glided up to stand against Trowa. Quatre's jeans rubbing roughly against Trowa's bare erection. The brown haired boy couldn't suppress his shudder. Trowa grabbed Quatre's chin with one hand forcing the blonde's face up and ground his lips to Quatre's. Trowa used the other hand to half help, half hinder Quatre's efforts to get out of his own slacks. Getting Quatre out of his clothes was a blur of kisses and groans. They stumbled into the shower lips and tongues still rubbing and dueling one another.
Trowa fumbled with the taps. The spray hit Quatre's back making the blond squeak and jump into Trowa's arms. Trowa didn't even try to suppress his chuckle. He fiddled with the taps until they weren't being scalded or frozen. How this was managed Trowa wasn't quite sure because of small questing hands running over his slick body was more than his mind could interpret at once. The brunette pinned the smaller boy to the wall and let their wet bodies slide over each other melding together in the steam. Trowa was torn between what was hotter the water or the smaller boy that was slowly claiming his body the way he had always had his mind. The green-eyed boy slipped his hand around Quatre's flesh and began to stroke him lovingly. The blond gasped and grabbed Trowa's shoulders for balance. Trowa placed his other hand to that wall to keep them standing. The blond rested his forehead against Trowa's shoulder as his small pants started to increase in loudness to groans. Sharp little teeth nipped at the brunette's shoulder leaving marks that were soothed by a hot tongue. Trowa touched his tongue to the blonde's cheek begging wordlessly to let their lips meet. The smaller boy raised his lips to Trowa's and twined his tongue with the green-eyed boy's. Quatre panted into their kisses. The brunette could feel the tension rise in the blond boy's body. The smaller boy broke the kiss by throwing his head back and smacking it roughly on the tiled shower wall as he came moaning loudly.
"Ooohhh." Trowa crooned chuckling as Quatre slumped forward against him. He brushed a gentle kiss against the damaged cranium. "My poor angel."
"I'm dizzy." Quatre replied rubbing Trowa's shoulders gently. "It's from whacking your head on the wall and having all your blood some place else." Trowa stated kissing Quatre's soaked hair.
"My head doesn't hurt though." Quatre said snickering at the innuendo.
"Wait 'til all the blood in your body goes back above your waistline so your pain receptors have something to work with." Trowa teased.
"I guess you just have to make sure it doesn't." Quatre retorted.
"I don't think we have time for that. Besides if I have to watch you again I think I might cum too." Trowa admitted resting his forehead against Quatre's.
"Really?" Quatre asked slyly pushing Trowa to take his turn leaning on the wall. Quatre slowly pressed his lips against the brunette's neck and began working his way down. Quatre flicked his tongue out to sample a nipple then continued his decent until he was kneeling before Trowa.
"Ohmygod." Trowa muttered closing his eyes as Quatre's tongue snaked out of his mouth and wound its way around Trowa's erection. He licked Trowa like he was an ice cream. The blond dragged his tongue up Trowa's erection from tip to base. The green-eyed boy nearly started to bang his head against the tiled walls to keep from losing his mind to sensation. When Quatre's lips settled just over the tip and suckled the brunette nearly collapsed. Trowa hooked his hands under the blonde's armpits and pulled him up. The green-eyed boy held Quatre to him tightly trying to regain some control. Quatre pushed away slightly giving himself enough room to snake his hand in-between them. It was only a few strokes before Trowa felt all sensation in his body coalesce and burst. The green-eyed boy felt himself go weak and slip down into the spray of the shower. Quatre followed and straddled him. "The water is starting to get cold. We should clean up and get out." Quatre said as he gently pressed kisses to Trowa's cheeks.
"Let's clean ourselves up. If you start touching me again we're not going anywhere." Trowa growled.
"I don't see how that could be such a bad thing....." Quatre trailed off grinning.
"Quatre, just think about what Duo would say if he walked in on this." Trowa said.
"He'd ask for a video tape. Maybe we could trade him for some of him and Heero." Quatre mused. Trowa sighed deeply.
"You Quatre Winner, are a pervert." Trowa stated.
"I know. It's so much fun. Don't worry I'll bring you over to the dark side of the force soon." Quatre chirped straightening into the spray of water. They both cleaned quickly and dressed
"Hey Trowa. You play volleyball right?" Sally asked as she settled down leaning her back against the couch Trowa was currently sitting on.
"Yeah. What's up?" Trowa queried.
Trowa and Quatre had cleaned themselves up and made themselves presentable by the skin of their teeth. Less than a minute after Trowa finally had his hair looking as normal as his hair could look Duo and Heero had appeared at the door with Wufei and Sally pulling into the driveway seconds later. Duo and Heero had been elected to pick out a movie from the local video store while Wufei and Quatre were digging around for snacks and drinks in the kitchen. Trowa and Sally were performing the important task of seat warming in the basement for lack of anything better to do.
"Well the inter-murals are starting soon and we always have volleyball for a few weeks in February. You make your own team and they have to be mixed. Did you want to play on a team with me, Luc and Hilde? We need one more player if you join." Sally begged batting her eye lashes at Trowa.
"I've seen Hilde, but who's Luc?" Trowa inquired.
"Lucrezia Noin. She's on the Volleyball team with me. She's in grade 12 though. She's the student council Vice Prez." Sally replied. "Oh and Zechs is her man whore."
"Man whore? Does Wufei know you call him that?" Trowa teased.
"Are you kidding? That would be an 'Injustice!' of the highest order." Sally stated winking at Trowa.
"What's an injustice and why are you making fun of me?" Wufei questioned as he walked down the stairs of the basement with two bottles of pop, a bucket of ice and a stack of plastic cups tucked under one arm.
"You being called my man whore is the injustice and I'm making fun of you so you'll be in a fighting mood. You're always more frisky when you're annoyed." Sally replied. "Can I have some coke?"
"No." Wufei said blandly putting down his armloads of goods on the coffee table. He sat down on the other end of the couch from Trowa completely ignoring his girlfriend.
"Feifei. Did you know when you're mad your ears turn pink like they do when you're turned on?" Sally asked sliding up to kneel in-between Wufei's legs. She rested her elbows on his knees and put her chin in her hands.
"Sally! Can you at least behave yourself in someone else's home?" Wufei croaked.
"Nope. Where's my coke harem boy?" Sally said and grinned.
"Get it your damned self." Wufei grouched.
"Nah. I have a better idea." Sally said and leaned forward to wrap her arms around Wufei's waist and bury her face into his chest. "Better than coke. I never thought I'd say that about anything."
"Can we stop trying to drive me crazy and start acting like a normal couple?" Wufei asked wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Normal? Where the hell is the fun in that?" Duo demanded as he came down the stairs. "Look at this. They send us out to get the movie and we miss some of the free porn."
"For one thing I was just hugging my girlfriend and for another, news flash Duo. You're gay." Wufei stated.
"Free porn is still free porn." Heero retorted.
"I agree with Heero." Quatre said tossing a few bags of chips onto the table.
"Why me?" Wufei sighed.
"Because you're lucky that's why." Sally replied scrunching up her nose and giving Wufei a quick peck on the chin. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"Let's watch the movie." Quatre said plucking the DVD from Heero's hand and walking over to the stereo system.
"Uh we're outta here." Wufei said as he and Sally stood.
"You just got here 20 minutes ago. What the hell's going on?" Duo demanded
"Something came up." Wufei replied and the pair scrambled up stairs.
"What the hell was that?" Duo demanded as the front door slammed shut behind that hetero couple.
"That was apparently Sally finally telling Wufei her parents are at her grandparents place for the weekend." Quatre replied as he finished putting the DVD in and turning on the surround sound.
"Gee I wonder what came up." Heero muttered slipping into Wufei's vacated spot while Duo took up Sally's.
"Man why were they here in the first place? They shoulda been naked with whipped cream as soon as her parents left." Duo muttered. "You know what? I'm glad you're back Tro. It's like we're a family again."
"I'm glad to be home." Trowa replied as Quatre sat down not in the empty seat next to him but onto his lap.
Some special notes: I glad so many people liked this and I appreciate the feedback they sent me. Especially D since she pounced and responded on almost every chapter. Man that made me feel good^_^
*scratches head* I was kinda surprised because I hadn't even planned on posting it really. I sent it to Neri just because I thought she'd enjoy it then I posted it because she worked so hard to beta it. And trust me betaing for me is lots of work with my complete lack of grammatical skill and bad spelling so YAY Neri!! *glomps* K and I have presents for you *waggles eyebrows* <-- "Lookee! One word!" said the green-eyed boy! *cackle*
And YAY K!! Who was in on this story since I started writing it and laughed at all the dumb jokes I put in there.
And YAY for everyone that enjoyed the story *tosses confetti* Maybe this will make me get off my butt and write the semi-angsty 5XS and the completely pointless fluff Chibi Gundanium Chronicles. <-- I have a title (even if it's stupid) I better write it.