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"The Road Not Taken"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: angst, language, yaoi Pairings: 2x3, 1x5, 3x4, past 1x3 Summary: Sometimes we live our lives following one road because we never consider another. Trowa Barton has the misfortune to answer the classified of a straight Duo Maxwell. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "The Road Not Taken " Part Five "So he's still straight?" Wufei asked. Trowa glared at him across the table. It was Sunday and he was once again suffering through the combined torture of Wufei and Heero teasing him about Duo. "His Kinsey score is moving in a good direction," Trowa assured him and Wufei smirked. "Good. You don't seem as homicidal this week." Trowa had to roll his eyes at that. While he was still halfway convinced that Duo would never be comfortable with the idea of anal sex, considering the events of Thursday night he was feeling hopeful that he might be able to get Duo in bed with him after all. Maybe frottage would be all he would ever be comfortable with - but at this point Trowa was ready to call it an achievement if Duo touched his dick just once. "You also don't seem thrilled," Heero had to point out, interrupting Trowa's thoughts. He shrugged. "I like him." "But?" Heero fished. Trowa sighed. "But he is my straight boyfriend. I'm fine with it - with fooling around with him for now but I just feel confident that in a few days or a few weeks he's going to realize that he's letting another guy touch his Dick and freak out." "So then he becomes a funny story Heero and I get to tease you with in the future," Wufei suggested. "No," Heero said. He was looking at Trowa in his typically incisive manner. "Duo's never going to be a funny story we can tease him with." Trowa shook his head in agreement. Of course Heero could see the real problem here. "You're in love with him." Trowa nodded and swallowed hard. He felt like an idiot. "Oh come on! You've been on what - four dates? If we count the first one when he thought you were straight?" Wufei demanded. "Wufei," Heero said, his tone sharp. "No. This is just - Trowa. Come on. He's your rebound guy from Quatre. You don't know him that well and he's straight. You're not in love with him. You barely even -" "How long did it take you to fall in love with Heero, Wufei?" Trowa snapped. "An hour? Maybe twenty minutes? You two had one fight about Star Wars and you've been inseparable ever since. Don't even try to lecture me about how long it takes to fall in love with someone." Wufei glared at him. "That's different. I'd known Heero for two years before we had that fight - I'd known him the entire time you two were together. We were friends first." "Maybe so. But I can't stop thinking about him. I like spending time with him - I like talking to him about anything. Just being with him is amazing." "Jesus, he's turning you straight," Wufei muttered. "Fuck you," Trowa snapped, angry that Wufei was giving him zero support in this, angry too that at this point - if Duo decided to back down from any kind of intimate relationship, Trowa was far enough gone that he would agree to it and just be his friend. Wufei opened his mouth to saying something else, but Heero put a hand on his shoulder. "Obviously we want you to be happy and we like seeing you smile more, but it's not exactly destined to work out for you, is it?" Heero said, mediating between them, as usual. "Screw destiny," Trowa muttered. "You're the one who is always talking about following my emotions anyway - and my emotions tell me that I want to be with him." Heero and Wufei exchanged looks. "When do you leave for Phoenix?" Heero asked, referencing Trowa's next gig, designing scenery for a theatre in Phoenix. "Friday," Trowa sighed, grateful for the seeming change in subject. "And you're gone for three weeks?" Trowa nodded. "Then that seems like the perfect time to get some perspective on this. And for Duo to have the time and space to do some thinking of his own." Trowa frowned. "You want me to give him an ultimatum." "No," Heero shook his head. "Just use this as a chance to put yourself out there and tell him where you stand on this - I'm not saying you should tell him that you're in love with him - but it might help if he knew what you expected out of this." Trowa sighed. It seemed like a logical thing to do. But what if Duo ran screaming at Trowa's expectations? -o- "Do you mind if I call you?" Duo had to ask, feeling like a teenaged girl. Trowa looked up from packing his suitcase to arch an eyebrow at him. "While I'm gone?" Duo nodded. "I hope you will," Trowa said. It was Thursday night and Trowa had invited Duo over for dinner, currently cooking in the oven, while he finished packing for his trip. Duo found himself suddenly and strangely nervous as he sat gingerly on the edge of Trowa's spacious king sized bed and watched the other man rifle through his drawers and his closet. He had not been in Trowa's bedroom before, and somehow he had not imagined his first time in the room would be like this. "I like your mattress," he said, experimenting with the give. It felt a hell of a lot better than his own. Trowa arched an eyebrow. "Want to try it out?" Trowa asked. Duo felt his cheeks heat up. He hadn't meant the comment in a suggestive way at all, but now that Trowa mentioned it- He leaned back on his elbows and winked, trying his best to look seductive. Trowa set his suitcase down on the floor and walked around the bed to stand between Duo's legs. He leaned forward and kissed him. Duo kissed him back, reveling in the heat of Trowa's mouth and the feel of his tongue. He realized this would be the last chance he got to touch Trowa for almost a month. He reached out and pulled Trowa down on top of him, upsetting his balance and sending them both back onto the bed. Trowa moved away from Duo's mouth, kissing his way across his jaw and down his neck before nipping at his pulsepoint. Duo hissed at the pleasure and pain and he could feel Trowa smirk against his skin. He allowed his own hands to roam towards Trowa's ass and he experimentally squeezed the firm globes through Trowa's khakis. Trowa groaned and shifted his hips against Duo's and Duo arched up to meet him. "Maybe I should take these off for you," Trowa suggested, pulling back from Duo and resting his hands on the fly of his jeans. "So you don't stain them. "Oh, okay," Duo swallowed hard. Trowa had given him a hand job last week, but neither of them had been undressed - they had just pushed Duo's pants down far enough for Trowa to reach into his boxers. He lifted his hips and Trowa tugged the jeans off. Duo laid back down on the bed, feeling inexplicably nervous. Trowa ran his hands up Duo's calves, knees and thighs before skimming over the top of Duo's boxers and resting on the elastic waistband. "These too?" Trowa asked, his green gaze serious. "I, uh, I think I'd rather keep those on," Duo admitted. Trowa nodded and crawled back on top of him before kissing him again. With the barrier of Duo's pants gone his erection felt almost too sensitive, and when Trowa's hand snaked between their bodies to caress him through the thin cotton he moaned at the sensation. "I like the way you feel," Trowa whispered against Duo's mouth. "I like the way you feel," Duo responded and kissed him. When they broke for air Trowa was smirking. "I meant I like the way your Dick feels," Trowa told him. "Oh. I, uh, thank you?" Trowa chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that pushed Duo even closer to orgasm. "You're welcome," Trowa said. "I also like the way you say my name when you're close to coming." "Yeah? Well if you keep doing that I think I oblige you, Tro." Duo moaned and felt his hips arching upwards to been Trowa's hand. "Do you want me to do something differently?" Trowa asked him. "Do you like it harder or faster?" "I, uh, maybe a little harder? But it's really nice like - oh Jesus fuck, Tro!" Duo felt himself explode in Trowa's hand. He didn't know what Trowa had done, but when he had tightened his grip on Duo's cock he had rotated his hand or done something else but it had brought Duo to an immediate and intense orgasm. "Oh my god." Duo collapsed back on the bed and tried to catch his breathe. "Are you okay?" Trowa asked, his voice amused. Duo turned his head to look at him, taking in his satisfied smirk. "Yeah, you know, just recovering from probably the best orgasm I've ever head. I'll be fine in a day or so." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "Really?" "No, I just need a minute." "No, I meant that was really probably the best orgasm you've ever had?" Duo nodded. He was finally able to feel his heart rate start to slow. He suddenly realized that maybe he shouldn't have admitted that. "I, ah, well, now I just feel stupid." "Don't feel stupid." Trowa leaned down to kiss him again. "I'm happy I could do that for you." "Well, what about you?" Duo asked. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the noticeable bulge in Trowa's khakis. Trowa kissed him again. "I'm satisfied with getting you off, Duo." "But -" "Unless you feel up to giving me a hand job?" Trowa asked and the question brought Duo up short. He actually did want to - he wanted to touch Trowa's cock and he wanted to get him off but he felt confident that his own skills were no match for Trowa's. "It's okay," Trowa assured him and got up from the bed. "Maybe some other time." "No, I -" "Duo. I'm not trying to push you into anything. It's our last night together for a while, so let's just enjoy what you're comfortable with." Duo frowned but nodded. "Would you like to borrow a pair of boxer briefs? I'm sorry, I don't have any boxers." "Er, would you mind?" Duo wasn't in love with the idea of sitting around in wet boxers for the rest of the night. "No, I won't mind. I planned on doing an extra load of laundry later tonight anyway. I can wash those for you and get them back to you next time I see you." "Yeah, okay. Thank you." Trowa pulled a pair of dark boxer briefs from one of his drawers and passed them to Duo. "The chicken should be just about ready. I'll let you get dressed." Trowa left him alone and Duo shucked out of the dirty boxers. He pulled on Trowa's underwear and took a moment to adjust himself. They felt completely different than his normal boxers and he found himself actually liking the way the boxer briefs fit. He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. The underwear molded to his body in a way that was infinitely more attractive than ordinary boxers and Duo made a mental note to buy a few of these for when Trowa got back from Phoenix. -o- It was almost midnight by the time Trowa arrived at the housing the theatre had arranged for him during his stay in Phoenix. It was an apartment over the director's garage. After two days of driving he could think of nothing better than just throwing his bags into the room and passing out in the bath. He wasn't as young as he used to be, Trowa realized. It had been a mistake to drive to drive all the way to Phoenix without stopping and his body was punishing him for it. Of course, going out for drinks with the director and his partner probably hadn't helped - while the buzz was pleasant he was not a big fan of being awake this late. He started to run a bath and while the tub was filling he checked his messages. He had two missed calls and several texts from Duo. Shit. He had promised to call Duo when he arrived in Phoenix but had completely forgotten. He looked at the time stamp on the last text - only an hour ago - and wondered if Duo was still awake. Trowa decided to risk it and called him back. As he waited for Duo to pick up he stripped and got into the bath. The hot water felt amazing. "Hello?" It sounded like Trowa had woken Duo up. "I'm sorry I forgot to call you earlier. I just saw your texts." "S'kay. Just wanted to know you made it," Duo said around a yawn. "I did. Want me to let you go back to sleep?" "No, no. I'm up. I mean, we can talk, if you want." "Are you sure? I can let you go." "No. It's nice hearing your voice." Trowa had to smile as he thought the same thing. He had been incredibly attracted to Duo's voice, that first night when he had called. "I heard something on NPR that made me think about you," Trowa said. He leaned back in the tub and put Duo on speaker before setting the phone down on the edge. "Oh really? Something about straight guys falling for incredibly hot gay men?" Trowa chuckled. "No. I was in Texas so I'm not sure that would have found a good demo. It was about this guy, Vile Rat, who worked for the embassy in Libya." "Oh yeah, Sean Smith. He was an Eve player." Duo had confessed last week that he liked to play video games and while Trowa had never had more than a passing interest in gaming, he had enjoyed hearing Duo talk about video games. "They talked about the memorial for him on Eve." "Yeah, it was kind of amazing, actually. All of the factions sort of came together - I never really got into Eve so I didn't know him or anything, but that sounds like it was a great NPR story. I started reading that Making the Scene book you lent me - about the history of design? It's pretty awesome so far." Trowa smiled at Duo's enthusiasm. He knew his career was hard for some people to understand, and Duo's interest and intuitive understanding of it was a nice change for Trowa. He leaned back and let Duo talk, answering the questions he posed, but really just enjoying the sound of his voice. The water had gone cold by the time he realized that he had fallen asleep. "You there, Tro?" Duo sounded exhausted. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I fell asleep." "Well that makes me feel boring as hell," Duo joked. "No, you aren't. Not at all. It's just been a long few days." "No kidding. I'm going to let you go now. Do you want to talk- tomorrow? Or Monday?" "Tomorrow sounds good. Good night Duo." "Good night, Tro. I miss you." -o-
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