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"November"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: smut, language, fluff Pairings: 2x3 Summary: Duo and Trowa in bed after
a less than impressive performance. "November" Duo sighed and rolled
onto his back. He stared at the
ceiling, and the ceiling fan lazily circling and he folded his arms
behind his head. Well. This was awkward. After another ninety
seconds of silence he had hit his limit. "Look, it's
not that big of a deal." No response. He looked
over at the stiff, tense lines of Trowa's back as he lay on his side,
facing away from Duo. "It's late.
We're both tired. Hell - we're both drunk and I know I'm not at my…
best when I'm drunk and it… it happens, you know." Duo reached out to
touch Trowa's hip and Trowa flinched away from the touch. Ouch. Right, well Trowa
wasn't the best with physical contact at the best of times, and since
this wasn't really anywhere near the best of times Duo should
probably let it go and not take it personally. But it was hard not
to, considering that they were naked in Duo's bed and were only there
- naked - because Trowa had smirked at him, had taken Duo's shot away
and done it himself and then tugged on his tie and it was Trowa's
fault, really. Trowa for being so damned sexy when he was two drinks
past sober and his lips curved upwards when he looked at Duo. Duo took his hand
back. He continued to stare at the ceiling fan, counting its path. "You know what
your problem is," he said after he had counted up to thirty seven,
"your problem is that you're too detail oriented." Trowa still hadn't
moved, and for all Duo knew he could be asleep. Duo snorted. Not likely. "Which I get,"
Duo continued. Being Heero's best friend had given him excellent practice
for crafting monologues, and if Trowa wanted to just lay there and
sulk then Duo might as well talk to himself. "You need to be,
out in the field. You need to be focused on the details when you're
undercover or when you're taking down a mark. You gotta be thinking
three steps ahead and trying to anticipate what comes next and calculating
every possible outcome. Details are important for shit like that." "But not this." Trowa's voice was
rough and muffled. It sounded like he was resting his head on his
arm. "No, not really.
It's more about just… feeling things, yanno?" Duo tried again,
reached over and this time Trowa tensed up but he didn't flinch away
from Duo's hand. Duo tugged and Trowa
sighed and rolled over onto his back. He glanced at Duo. Duo offered him a
smirk. He traced his hand over Trowa's narrow hips, up his lean, taut
belly and up to his chest. "You don't need
to think about what happens if you apply pressure here or what to
do after you touch here, you just have to do it and feel it." "It's not that
easy," Trowa muttered. Duo snorted. "Sure it is.
Put all the other shit aside and just think about this, about us.
Just me and you and how damn good it feels when I do this." Trowa's eyes narrowed
and Duo did it again. He couldn't help
but chuckle when Trowa shot him a look that bordered on homicidal
after Duo did it a third time. Trowa started to
roll away but Duo reached out, catching him around the shoulders and
Trowa struggled back but Duo wrestled him closer, using his positioning
to get an advantage, and pulled Trowa against him. He kissed the top
of his head, brushing his lips across Trowa's soft, fine fine. Trowa stilled and
his body gradually relaxed. "Besides,"
Duo said once Trowa's arms went around him, fingers tracing over his
hips and sides, "there's only room for one sex god in
my bed." Trowa pulled away
and glared. "Too soon?"
Duo speculated. "You're going
to have to wait until after the sun explodes to be able to joke about
this if you want me to ever try again." Duo mimed zipping
his mouth closed. "Then I promise
I'll wait." He wrapped his legs
around Trowa's hips and smirked. "About that
trying again?" ~ * ~ |
