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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 Nine It took Duo almost forty minutes to convince Hilde to spent her last night in Atlanta out with Greg. "Seriously, Hil, I'm fine - I've moved on from the catatonic depression to self-loathing. I'm in a much better place." She was dressed to nines - Greg had made reservations at some fancy, mystery restaurant and Duo knew she was looking forward to her night out. "Hilde. Go. I'll be fine. I'm just going to watch Star Wars and chill out." "Duo - " "Don't Duo me, Hilde. It's perfectly normal for me to spend a night in, watching movies, instead of going out. This isn't a great tragedy." "Except that you hate yourself because you somehow, stupidly, feel like you cheated on Trowa." "Yeah, well, I'm a stupid guy. But it doesn't matter. I'm not ruining this night for you. Go and be merry." Hilde gave him one last look but thankfully abandoned him to his solitary marathon. It had been a few years since he had thought about watching all of the Star Wars movies, and he figured he could use the fifteen hours to stare at the hot guys in the film - and that was new, since the last time he had watched it he hadn't thought to even look twice at Ewan McGregor. He had just settled in with a bag of popcorn and a bottle of wine when his phone rang. He picked it up and answered without looking. "Hilde, seriously. I'm fine. I've got Ewan McGregor's amazing ass and Hayden Christensen's terrible acting to comfort me. I don't need you to babysit me." "I didn't realize I was interrupting anything." It was not Hilde. It was Trowa. Duo froze at the sound of his voice. "Hey," he said and then winced at how pathetically desperate he sounded. "Hey yourself," Trowa used their old greeting, affection in his voice. "I, uh, what are you up to?" "Nothing as exciting as you, it sounds like." Duo laughed. "I dunno... I think staring at a blank wall is more entertaining than watching Hayden Christensen try to emote." "Fair point. Do you want me to let you get back to your movies?" "No, no." Duo reached out and paused the film, unfortunately on a shot of said actor, his mouth open in what could only be described as a whine. "I'd rather talk to you." "How have you been?" Trowa asked. Miserable without you, Duo wanted to say, but didn't. "Okay. I survived the end of term - lots of papers to write and a lot of painful undergrad exams to grade. But that's all over now, thankfully. What about you... working on any exciting shows?" "I just started work on The Pillowman, actually," Trowa said. "Oh, what's it about?" "A serial killer who uses children's stories as inspiration to murder people." "Oh, so something lighthearted and fun then," Duo joked. Trowa chuckled. "Indeed. Wufei plays the lead role, actually." "The killer?" "I can't tell you that, it would spoil the ending. Assuming you would even see it." "I guess, I mean, my summer is kind of wide open and I really enjoy seeing plays." Duo had a brief internal debate with himself. "Any chance you still need a date for opening night?" "It's still a few weeks away, but as it happens, I do find myself in need of some company." Trowa hadn't called it a date and it felt like he was politely dodging Duo's offer. "Well, if no one else is available I'd be happy to go..." Duo felt like a moron. "Is there any chance you would like to get together sooner? To talk?" "Um... I'm pretty solidly booked with a whole lot of nothing, but I could probably squeeze you in. What are you doing right now?" "Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow," Trowa said. "Do you want to go out or -" "You could come over to my place, if you want," Duo offered, biting his lip when Trowa didn't immediately respond. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I mean, it's decently clean but not immaculate like your apartment - so you aren't allowed to go OCD on me and start cleaning. But we could hang out here, if you want." "I'd like that." "Great. I'll text you my address?" "I'll see you soon." Duo hung up, texted Trowa his address and then sat back against the couch and drew in a deep breath. Trowa wanted to talk again, but since they had broken up three weeks ago, Duo wasn't sure what exactly this talk was going to cover. He also realized that he didn't care - the chance to see Trowa again, to hear his voice, smell his aftershave - Duo would gladly sit through almost anything for that. He suddenly realized that he was a mess - he hadn't shaved in a few days and he was still wearing his pajamas, even though it was ten at night. With a muttered curse he jumped up from the couch and ran for the bathroom. If he rushed, he would just be able to shave and shower before Trowa's arrival. He barely made it. He was in the process of pulling on a clean t-shirt when there was a knock on his door. He pulled it the rest of the way down and, trying to hop and put on his socks at the same time, he walked to the door. "Hey." Trowa looked just as amazing as Duo remembered. Maybe more amazing, Duo decided. It's good to see you," Duo said, meaning it. "You too." Trowa smirked slightly and Duo dug his fingernails into his palm. "Ah, come on in," he stepped aside and ushered Trowa in before closing the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? I've got beer or wine or some liquor somewhere..." "I'll have whatever you seem to be working on," Trowa said, glancing at the open bottle of red wine on the coffee table. He didn't comment about the lack of a glass. "Sure. I'll get us some glasses." Duo escaped to the kitchen. "Pull yourself together, Duo," he ordered himself. He didn't quite understand why, but Trowa's mere presence made Duo's heart race and his tongue feel thick and heavy in his mouth. It was like being thirteen and realizing girl's breasts had nipples all over again - he was a horny mess. He took several deep breaths, thought about Betty White, and grabbed two wine glasses. Trowa was standing in the living room, browsing the bookshelves with interest. "You and your roommate have eclectic tastes," Trowa said. "Mostly mine - she's obsessed with Kindle books," Duo said. "Which I guess is a good thing, better for the environment and all, but there's just something about holding a book in your hands, you know?" "And the smell of them," Trowa added. Duo had had ample opportunity to admire Trowa's own, far superior library. It made him happy that Trowa appreciated his own. "So, look, I met someone the other night -" "I'm not into BDSM or fisting," Trowa said at the same time. "You met someone?" Trowa asked, his face ashen. "You don't like - it's not like that. I mean, I met -" "And you like her a lot?" Trowa guessed, a sad smile on his face. "What? No, no. He was okay, but I - it's not serious, it's nothing, really, I just... I don't know. I feel like I cheated on you with him or something and it's been eating me up which is stupid because -" The rattle of keys outside of the door drew Duo's attention in that direction. A moment later, Hilde and Greg entered. "Hi!" Hilde said brightly. "We decided to watch Star Wars with you for a while before Greg spends the rest of the night ravishing me senseless and -oh. Hi." She looked at Trowa in confusion. Duo sighed. "Hilde, Greg, this is Trowa. Trowa, this is my roommate Hilde and her boyfriend, Greg." "Trowa?" Hilde looked between Duo and the newcomer. "Yes, that Trowa, I'm sure," Trowa said, a slight, deprecating smile curving his lips. "Huh." Hilde seemed at a loss for words. "Well..." Duo said, feeling awkward and ridiculous. "Since there's four of us, we can play trivial pursuit!" Greg said, a wide grin on his face. Both Hilde and Duo gave him looks. "What? Come on, we never get to play - you're leaving me tomorrow and this is the first time Duo hasn't been moping on the couch in weeks, complaining about - oh. Oh. You're Trowa." Duo shook his head and buried his face in his hands. "Kill me now," he muttered. "Sweetie, I'm leaving for three months and you really want to spend the night playing Trivial Pursuit?" Hilde sounded as confused as Duo felt. "Sure. It's better than watching Star Wars, which was your original plan. What about you, Trowa? Up for a friendly challenge?" "I should warn you that I'm very competitive," Trowa said, his voice colored with amusement. "Excellent, because these two," Greg jerked a thumb in Hilde and Duo's directions, are pretty cutthroat. It will be nice to have someone else take the heat." Duo looked at Hilde, silently begging his roommate to murder all of them and end this humiliating interlude. "Well, I think we're going to need a lot more wine to do this," Hilde said, ignoring his silent pleas. "Sweetie, help me get more wine and a few more glasses while Trowa and Duo set up the game." Greg followed Hilde out of the room and Duo scratched the back of his neck. "Listen, you don't have to stay. I -" "Are you dating him? This guy you met?" Trowa asked. "Zechs? No. No. It was one night and we didn't even - he said he didn't do dating." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "He gave me a blowjob," Duo confessed. "And he told me to give him a call if I wanted a quick fuck sometime." "And do you?" "Huh?" "Do you want to call him and have a quick fuck sometime?" "No. Of course not. Jesus, Tro - I mean, yeah, it was fun, it felt good but - all I could think about was that I wished it was you going down on me or me going down on you. I'm not -" Hilde and Greg came back into the room, forestalling any more confessions from Duo. "Alright, let's get this torture started," Hilde said and shot Duo a sympathetic look. "Shall we play on teams or individually?" Greg asked. "Teams, if I can have Duo," Trowa said and the way he said have made Duo look over at him. Trowa was smirking at him and it seemed completely natural to smile back at him. "Teams sound good," Hilde agreed. "Plus the game will end faster." "Hil -" "Greg, sweetie. I promise we will play more Trivial Pursuit when I get back from New York. But let's just limit it to one game tonight." She leaned over and kissed him and Greg sighed in defeat. "Now, everyone drink up and let's get started," Hilde commanded, holding out her glass for Duo to fill. Three hours later the game finally ended. Duo felt confident that he had had at least an entire bottle of wine himself, and felt that the others had managed to put away at least as much. He felt exhausted and drunk and, strangely, happy. It had been three hours of petty arguments about the questions and answers on the cards, but he and Trowa had made a good team and sitting beside Trowa on the couch, their bodies touching from shoulder to leg, had filled Duo with the pleasant buzz of arousal. That, combined with the wine, had him feeling light headed by the end of the game. "Well," Hilde sighed. "After that miserable defeat I think we're going to call it a night." She smiled at Trowa. "It was good to meet you." "You as well," Trowa said. He and Greg nodded at each other and it made Duo snort a laugh. "What?" Trowa asked him once Hilde's door had closed behind them. "Nothing, just you and Greg doing the bro nod thing. That was a pretty straight thing to do." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "So now I'm not gay enough for you?" He teased. Duo wanted to lean over and kiss him, but he hesitated, unsure of Trowa's reception. Instead, Duo packed up the game. As he did he noticed the sheer volume of empty wine bottles. "Shit. We drank a lot more than I thought." "I'll say," Trowa agreed, picking up some of the bottles and following Duo into the kitchen to put them into the recycling bin. "Are you even okay to drive, Tro?" Duo had to ask. Trowa sighed. "No. I'll call a cab. I haven't had this much to drink since I was in grad school." Duo bit his lip. Things were weird between them, and he wasn't sure what things were between them anymore, but Duo knew, really knew now, what he wanted. "You could just stay here, you know. For the night." Trowa looked back at the lumpy couch with a skeptical eye. "No, I mean, you could... you couldsleepwithmeinmybed?" He said in a rush and felt his face heat up when Trowa looked back at him. "You would be okay with that?" "Well yeah, or I wouldn't have offered. I mean, I've missed you and I don't know. You can take a cab if you want, but you could save some money and -" "I'm not that worried about the ten dollars it would cost to get me home," Trowa remarked drily. "But if you want me to sleep with you I'd like that." Duo nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that a lot. I mean - well, I think really just sleeping though. I've had a lot to drink and I think I'd only embarrass myself if I tried anything else. I've never had much stamina with this much to drink and I just..." "We still don't really know where we are with each other anyway," Trowa pointed out. Duo flushed again. "That too. I mean, I know where I want to be with you." Trowa smirked again and leaned down to kiss him. Duo realized it was the first time they had kissed in weeks. It was sloppy and the wine made the kiss feel slow and distant, but Duo enjoyed it nonetheless. "I like kissing you when I'm sober better," he confessed when Trowa pulled away. "Really?" "Yeah. I mean, that was still nice, but it wasn't as... you know, life alteringly erotic." Trowa was giving him an odd, pleased look that Duo couldn't quite figure out. He wished he hadn't had so much to drink. "Uh, I'm just going to brush my teeth, but let me show you the bedroom?" He walked Trowa to his room and realized that he hadn't made up the bed that morning. He jerked the sheets and comforter up and shoved all of his books onto the nightstand. Trowa stood in the doorway, smirking at him. "Sorry, it's a mess." Trowa shrugged. "It's a little chaotic," he agreed. "But it looks like you." Duo had to grin at that. They stood staring at each other for a long moment and then Duo remembered what he had been doing. "Right. Um, I've got some sweat pants if you want them?" "You sleep in sweat pants?" "Only in the winter. I usually just stick with boxers for the rest of the year. You?" Trowa's mouth quirked upwards. "I'll sleep in whatever makes you feel comfortable, Duo." His brain felt mushy as he tried to figure out what Trowa meant. "I sleep naked," Trowa supplied, looking amused at Duo's frown of concentration. "Oh. Oh." Duo scratched the back of his neck, wondering if Trowa would mind his next question." "I'm fine sleeping in my boxers, Duo." "No, no it's not that. I mean, I was just thinking - you can sleep naked, you know. If you want to?" "Do you want me to?" Duo felt his face redden and he cursed himself for acting like a stupid, virginal teenager. "Yeah, I do." He admitted. "Okay. Then that's what I'll do." "I'll just, um, just gotta brush my teeth. I'll close the door." Duo walked out of his bedroom and closed the door behind himself. He leaned back on it and tried to will himself out of his drunken state. He didn't have much success. He brushed his teeth and swiped his pits with deodorant, just in case and then stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't look his best. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and his lips were stained dark with the wine but he didn't look terrible either. Just nothing like Quatre Winner. He sighed and turned off the bathroom light before going back into the bedroom. Trowa was already in bed, the comforter drawn up to his waist so that only his golden torso was exposed. It was enough to make Duo's already dry mouth feel like the Sahara. Duo closed his door and felt incredibly shy and awkward. "Do you want me to turn out the light?" Trowa asked and reached for the lamp on the nightstand beside him. "NO. I mean, you can, if you want? I'm just going to take off my shirt and my shorts. And my socks," he added. Trowa looked amused. "Okay. I think I'll just sit here. Unless you need help?" The thought of Trowa undressing him sent a surge of lust through Duo. "I think I can manage it," he assured Trowa and pulled off his t-shirt to prove his point. He put the shirt in the laundry hamper and turned to see Trowa watching him, his green eyes hooded. Duo hesitated at his belt. Under Trowa's gaze he found himself hard. When Trowa leaned back in the bed and the comforter slid down, just enough to reveal the trail of dark hair that led downwards from his navel, Duo felt his cock twitch. There was clearly no way he could avoid Trowa seeing his erection, so he shucked out of his shorts and socks as quickly as he could and just stood there. Trowa's gaze drifted down to the tent in Duo's boxers and he licked his lips. Duo felt his cock twitch again at that and then he felt a wet spot of precum on his boxers. "Are you coming?" Trowa asked him after another moment, a smirk on his face. "Not yet. No, it was just pre-cum." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "I meant are you coming to bed." "Oh." Duo flushed and hastily joined Trowa in the bed, jerking the comforter up to his chest. "Sorry." "You don't have to apologize," Trowa assured him. He propped himself up on his side and looked down at Duo. "I was enjoying the view." Duo swallowed hard. "I like the way you look at me," he confessed. "It makes me forget to breathe, sometimes." Trowa smirked again. "You do the same to me," he said and Duo felt his heart thud loudly in his chest. "Really?" He found it hard to believe that anything upset Trowa's equilibrium. Trowa nodded. He leaned down and kissed Duo. The kiss was slower, and better than the one in the kitchen. Duo could tell the wine was working its way through his body and fading. He could appreciate the rasp of Trowa's tongue now and the smoothness of his lips. He shifted closer and found himself coming into contact with a very naked, very erect Trowa. He hesitated for a moment, trying to adjust to the sensation. It was very different than the feeling of rubbing together while their erections were trapped under layers of clothing. Trowa was definitely bigger than Duo had thought and he felt incredibly hard. Duo put his hands on Trowa's lower back. It was the first time he had touched him without a shirt on and Duo felt like an idiot for not doing it sooner. Trowa's skin was smooth and firm and it felt amazing under Duo's hands. He angled his hips, trying to feel more of Trowa, and it brought their erections together and startled a gasp out of Duo. "Holy shit," he breathed when Trowa pulled away to give him a concerned look. "Too much?" Trowa asked, already easing away. "No." Duo tightened his grip on Trowa, pulling him back, and their erections bumped together again. Trowa closed his eyes momentarily and his entire body seemed to tense up. "Not too much," Duo explained. "It just feels so much better without our pants on." Trowa smirked, a slow curl of his lips that had Duo responding with a similar expression. "Is this what you want to do?" "This?" Trowa gave a small thrust of his hips and Duo groaned. "Oh. That." "Yes. That." "I know I said I just wanted to sleep." "We can do that. You're drunk and you might regret doing this later." "No. I don't feel that drunk anymore and I don't think I'd regret doing this. I just don't want to embarrass myself." Trowa arched an eyebrow. "It's not some kind of competitive event with a scoring system, Duo. You aren't going to embarrass yourself." "There's a really good chance I'd last almost no time at all, Tro, which I think is pretty embarrassing." Trowa actually chuckled. "You're young. It happens. Besides, I'll take it as a compliment." "You should," Duo mused. "You make me feel things more intensely than anyone I've ever been with before." Trowa stared at him for a long moment. "Take off your boxers for me," he said eventually, his voice soft, the words more a suggestion than a command. Duo moved away from Trowa and pulled off his boxers under the comforter. He laid there awkwardly for a moment, unsure if Trowa wanted him to be on top of him or - Trowa reached out and grasped Duo's right hip, shifting him closer and bringing their naked erections into contact. Duo closed his eyes. "Jesus," he breathed. He opened his eyes to find Trowa looking at him, a serious expression on his face. "Can I touch you?" Duo asked him. Trowa blinked, his serious expression turning into one of confusion. "Do you want to?" Duo nodded. "Yes." Trowa kissed him, a brief, searing brush of his lips and tongue that left Duo leaking more precum. "You don't have to," Trowa assured him. "I want to. I really, really want to touch your cock," Duo said. Trowa thrust forward at his words, rocking his pelvis against Duo's and eliciting a reflexive response from Duo. Trowa kissed him again and pulled him close, pressing their bodies together from chest to knee and it felt amazing, being this close and this naked. Duo shifted his legs, opening them and trying to bring Trowa closer, desperate to feel his cock moving against his own. Trowa rocked against him, setting a slow, hard pace that had Duo gasping into his mouth. He felt himself get closer and closer to orgasam. He reached between their bodies and his fingers brushed against both his and Trowa's cocks. His hesitation evaporated as he felt the slick bead of precum on the tip of Trowa's cock and he rubbed it downwards, forming a loose fist around Trowa. Trowa groaned. "God, Duo, yes. Please." The words filled Duo with confidence and he pulled away enough from Trowa so that he could get a better grip on him. It was weird - it felt similar to his own cock but different enough that he felt a thrill of excitement. "How do you like it, Tro? What do you want me to do?" "This is fine," Trowa panted and squeezed his eyes closed. "Yes. Just like this. God, Duo. Yes. Yes. Your hand feels so good and oh, fuck - stop, stop." Trowa shifted away and Duo reluctantly released him. "I'm sorry. What did I do wrong?" "Nothing," Trowa assured him and kissed him. "Nothing. I was too close and I want you to get off this way," Trowa positioned himself above Duo and brought their groins back together. "Are you sure? I don't mind - fuck, Tro, do that again." Trowa smirked and rotated his hips again and Duo was sure he would come soon. "And again?" Trowa asked, a wicked smirk on his face. "Yes, Tro. Again." This time Duo moved his hips upward to meet Trowa's thrust and both men groaned. "God you're a natural at this, Duo," Trowa said. "You feel amazing and the way you move against me -" "It feels right," Duo gasped. "This feels so damned good and - Tro, I'm going to come." Trowa kissed him, swallowing his moan of release and a moment later Duo felt the combined rush of his and Trowa's cum wash across his stomach. Trowa continued to kiss him, easing him back from that moment of bliss. "Thank you," Trowa said, pulling away and looking down at him. "My pleasure," Duo responded with a smirk. "Seriously. Anytime." Trowa chuckled and rolled to his side. He glanced down at Duo's stomach. "We seem to have made a bit of a mess," he commented. Duo reached down by his feet and grabbed the boxers he had shed. He used them to wipe off first himself and then Trowa, his hands lingering on the other man's flaccid penis for a moment. "I guess maybe I'll sleep naked tonight, too," Duo mused, tossing the boxers in the direction of his laundry hamper. "You won't hear any complaints from me," Trowa assured him. Duo turned off the light and settled back against the pillows. "Do you like to cuddle?" He had to ask after a moment of staring up at the dark ceiling. "I've never tried it," Trowa confessed after a moment. Duo rolled over to face him. He could barely make out Trowa's body in the darkness, illuminated dimly by the streetlight shining in through the window. "Are you serious? Is that not something... do gay guys not like to cuddle?" Trowa shrugged one shoulder. "I'm sure some of them do, just none of the one's I've ever been with." Duo frowned. "Do you... want to try it?" "What do I do?" "Well, we can start off with something easy." Duo realized it was the first time in their relationship that he knew more about something than Trowa. "Do you want to be the little spoon or the big spoon?" "What?" "Do you want me to hug you from behind or do you want to hug me from behind." Trowa took a long moment to answer that, and Duo wondered if he wasn't interested. "I think I'd like to feel you behind me," Trowa eventually answered. Duo scooted over, closer to Trowa, and waited for the other man to roll onto his side before he settled in behind him and wrapped one arm around his waist. Trowa shifted backwards, settling against Duo more firmly, and it brought Duo's cock against the small of his back. He forced himself to think about Betty White until he finally fell asleep.
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