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"Of All People"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: AU, academic au, nice and fluffy, no
really, happy endings and fun times and SMUT Pairings: 3x2, 3x6, 5x4, 1xH Summary: After his relationship with Zechs ends, Trowa meets Duo - a vaguely familiar, handsome stranger who promises to help him forget his ex. A/N: For Kangofu-CB. This past month has been absolute hell, and you got me through it. You got me through the year, really, and I can never thank you enough for being you.
A/N2: Thank you as always and forever to Ro for amazing support and superb editing. I am so damn lucky to have you.
"Of All People" Chapter 2
The ride was silent, aside from Trowa's murmured directions, and the radio, which Duo had tuned to a sports station. The volume was low, but the running commentary on the Phillies-Diamondbacks game didn't do all that much to relax Trowa. He didn't even like baseball. But Zechs had been a Phillies fan. And Trowa had actually bought tickets to a game between the Phillies and Nationals for Zechs's upcoming birthday in May, and- Well. Fuck that. He would give them away. He was sure that someone he knew would appreciate the tickets. Hell, maybe Duo would like them. Thinking of Zechs made Trowa feel... almost guilty that he was bringing a guy - a stranger, at that - over to his apartment. Then again, why should he feel guilty? Zechs had ended things. Had very clearly stated in his relatively short email that their relationship was over and it hadn't been good enough for him for a long time. Trowa had every right to bring a guy home. Hell, he had every right to bring the entire Phillies team home if he wanted to. Except that there was no way they could fit, and he didn't even know any of them so he wasn't even sure if there was a single attractive player, let alone a gay one. He slanted a look over at Duo, and the other man must have felt his gaze, because he turned his head just enough for their eyes to momentarily catch, and Duo offered him a smirk. "What?" Duo asked. "Nothing. I was just wondering if any of the Phillies players are gay." "Yeah, I dunno. I kind of hope Nick Williams is. Otherwise, I'm going to feel a bit guilty about fantasizing about him, but... that's the best I've got." Trowa had no idea who Nick Williams was. Zechs had learned long ago that Trowa didn't care at all about baseball, and had completely given up on talking to him about it. It was ironic, or maybe it wasn't, that Duo seemed to be a fan as well. And he had long hair. Clearly, Trowa had a type. Duo's smirks, though, were nothing like Zechs's. The blond-haired man's lips had always curved with a secret, patronizing humor that either irritated the hell out of Trowa or provoked him into wiping the smirk off of his face with the handful of methods that had proven to overpower Zechs's equilibrium. Duo's were warmer - still filled with humor, but it didn't feel like he had some superior sense of himself. It simply felt like he was happy and enjoying himself, and was more than willing to let Trowa in on the joke. Or maybe Trowa was just reading too much into the whole thing because he was anxious and he hadn't had to try to flirt with someone who wasn't Zechs in nearly three years, and so far his best material had involved sharing his grad school notes . "I'm just up here," Trowa pointed to the brick row house that he had moved into over the summer. The house had been divided into six apartments, two per floor, and Trowa's, situated on the third floor, had been a painful hike when he had had to haul all of his furniture up in the full summer heat. Quatre and Wufei still liked to gripe about having to help him. Duo parked, and then followed him into the entrance. Instinctively, Trowa walked towards the row of mailboxes on the wall in the lobby, and then paused, feeling like an idiot. But Duo just leaned against the wall, smirk in place, and looked content to wait while Trowa dug around for his key. As he did so, Mrs. Kearns, a middle-aged woman who lived on the second floor and whose dog had a mortal enmity with Trowa's, came down the stairs from the second floor, dog in tow. She looked from Trowa to Duo. "Who's this?" she asked. "Friend of Trowa's," Duo answered for himself, the edges of his smirk growing a bit stiff. Mrs. Kearns's lips tightened. "Where's Zechs this weekend?" she asked Trowa. Trowa pulled his mail out and slammed the mailbox door closed. He turned on Mrs. Kearns, who he hadn't liked even before her dog tried to attack his the first time. She was an annoying busybody, and she had had nothing but snide remarks for him until she met Zechs for the first time and was instantly won over by his cool, confident charm. "I have no idea. He dumped me in an email four days ago, so I can't say that I give a fuck." He was vaguely aware of Duo straightening up, eyes wide and smirk erased, but Trowa's attention was mostly focused on Mrs. Kearns. Her tight lips fell open. " No ." " Yes ," Trowa echoed her tone, and then turned to Duo. "I'm on the third floor." Duo licked his lips, and then nodded. "Great. I'll, uh, follow you." Trowa walked past Mrs. Kearns without another word, Duo at his heels, and he took the steps two at a time, angry with her, irritated with himself, and furious with Zechs. Furious with the world, really. Because fuck this. Fuck all of it and- Duo's hand found his as they came to the landing on the second floor. Trowa looked down at their joined hands, and then up at Duo. "Hey," Duo said, his expression open and sympathetic, "I'm sorry." Trowa shrugged. "It's not your fault." "Well, no, but still - getting dumped in an email is... really fucking shitty. No wonder your friends were so determined to find you a guy tonight." Trowa snorted a laugh. "Determined is one way to put it." Duo's lips twitched in agreement. They continued up the stairs, still holding hands, and it felt so nice . Everything about Duo was nice compared to Zechs - his smirk, his kisses, his hand in Trowa's. When they finally reached the third floor, Trowa eased his hand out of Duo's and dug into his pocket for his keys. Duo leaned against the wall again, like he had done while Trowa checked his mail, and Trowa looked over at him, at how casual and comfortable Duo looked, at the slight upward curve of his lips, the warmth in his dark blue eyes. He wasn't, Trowa told himself firmly, anything like Zechs. Except for the hair and the Phillies thing. And there was nothing wrong with long hair. And the Phillies thing... Everyone had faults. Trowa opened the door to his apartment and stepped inside. Duo followed him, stepping to the side to let Trowa close the door. Before Trowa could turn on the lights, he heard the clatter of feet on the wooden floor, and a moment later, heard Duo release a surprised oof . He flicked the lights on and turned to see Duo looking down at his feet, head cocked to the side, a bemused expression on his face. "Not what I pictured when you said you had a dog," Duo said as he bent down and held out his hand towards the dog. Laika was a border terrier, and was only about a foot tall. Her scruffy coat looked perpetually in need of a bath, and Zechs had said more than once that if she ever got loose, she would be mistaken for a wandering mutt. "What's her name?" Duo asked when she started to lick his hand. Trowa could see that Duo's eyes were crinkled, and he looked genuinely happy to have the dog's attention, for all that he was a cat person. "Laika." Duo grinned up at him. "We've got a cosmonaut on our hands, huh?" he asked, and scooped the dog up. She was delighted, licking at his face and neck before he angled his head away, and Duo gave her head and back a thorough scratching. Trowa felt a little jealous. "I should walk her," he said after a moment. "Oh. Right. I forgot." Duo smirked at him. "Mind if I tag along?" Trowa picked up the leash from its hook on the back of the door, and Duo set Laika down. "That would be nice," he said. He carried Laika down the stairs, setting her down only once they were outside and safely heading the opposite direction that Mrs. Kearns usually took. Duo fell into step beside him, keeping stride, looking perfectly content to walk through the neighborhood with Trowa. "Sorry," Trowa felt the need to say. Duo slanted a look over at him. "For what?" Trowa sighed and shrugged. "Awkward neighbors and complications and-" Duo did a kind of skipping half-step, putting himself directly in front of Trowa, and he pressed a quick, firm kiss to Trowa's lips. "Your ex is clearly a fucking idiot, and I was thinking of using a different word to describe your neighbor. Plus, I love eleven o-clock walks in the neighborhood before rebound sex." "Just how often are you the rebound guy?" Trowa asked, belatedly realizing that it wasn't the most flattering thing to ask. Duo snorted a laugh. "It's not like a second job or anything, but I've been the guy in the bar a few times. Enough to know that it's complicated and not the easiest thing in the world - even with your two friends there to help you out." It was Trowa's turn to snort. "With friends like them..." he sighed and shook his head. "It is complicated." "The sex doesn't have to be," Duo assured him with a smirk. Duo kissed him again, and then stepped out of his way, letting Trowa continue the walk. It was another few minutes before Laika finished her business, and the walk was surprisingly... nice. Maybe that shouldn't have surprised Trowa, all things considered. What did surprise him, when they were back inside and Laika released, was the sight of Duo pulling off what looked like three layers of sweaters and dropping them to the floor to reveal his toned, naked torso. "Um." Trowa stared for a moment, because he hadn't really known what to expect from Duo's body under the oversized black sweater, and after dating Zechs for so long, a man who spent more time working out than anyone else Trowa had ever known, he hadn't really counted on being that impressed with anyone else physically. But Duo... He didn't have the same kind of chiseled definition that Zechs slaved away to achieve, but he was lean, shoulders, arms and torso all displaying the musculature of a swimmer, or a runner or- Duo reached for the fly of his own jeans and popped it open, and Trowa stopped trying to compare him to Zechs. "What are you doing?" he asked. Duo arched an eyebrow at him, smirk firmly in place and eyes sparkling with amusement and heat. "Getting naked. You seem the type to overthink things, and I did promise that the sex would be uncomplicated." "You did," Trowa agreed, watching as Duo unzipped his jeans and then shoved them and - if he was even wearing any - his underwear down to his ankles. Duo toed off his shoes and pulled off his pants, depositing all of his clothes in a careless bundle, and Trowa looked his fill. "Your turn," Duo said, drawing Trowa's attention away from his cock. Duo wasn't even hard yet, and his cock- Trowa's mouth watered, but he followed Duo's directions and hurriedly undressed, tossing his own clothes to the floor as well, narrowly missing dropping a shoe on Laika before she decided to head for her dog bed, offering up a disgruntled growl as she retreated. "Mmm." Duo's eyes raked over Trowa from head to toe, his smirk crooking upwards even farther and his eyes growing dark. "Your ex is a fucking moron." "You said that already," Trowa had to point out. "Nope. I called him a fucking idiot last time." Duo stepped close, reaching out one hand and smoothing it over Trowa's chest and down to his waist before he grasped Trowa's left hip and hauled him close, until their fronts were pressed together. This kiss wasn't what Trowa would describe as nice . Electric or volcanic felt more appropriate. Duo's lips and teeth and tongue were sharp and firm and hot, and Trowa's groans of pleasure, his needy gasps as Duo's hands traced over his body and their cocks stirred to arousal together, were swallowed up by Duo's smirking mouth. Trowa buried his hands in Duo's loose hair, finding his scalp and curving his fingers, dragging his short nails over the skin, and Duo clutched at him, moaning and rocking against him. Trowa tugged on his roots, angling Duo's head and breaking free of the kiss. He sucked in a deep, gasping breath, and felt as much as heard Duo do the same. "Jesus fucking Christ," Duo groaned as Trowa tugged again, exposing Duo's neck so he could lick and nip his way down from Duo's firm jaw to his clavicle. "The dumbest fucking-" "I don't want to talk about him," Trowa interrupted. Duo looked up at him, his eyes dark and eyelids heavy, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed. He was utterly stunning. "Yeah, that's fair," Duo said. "I don't really want to either. Whaddya want me to do with my mouth instead?" he asked, grinning confidently. Trowa had to grin back at him. "Same thing you want me to do with mine?" Duo licked his lips and captured Trowa's mouth in another kiss. Trowa maneuvered them towards the couch, and he let Duo push him down onto it. "You're fucking gorgeous," Duo said, looking Trowa over again. He reached down to give Trowa's cock a thoughtful tug. Trowa arched up into Duo's grip and then reached for Duo's cock, stroking him in the same rhythm that Duo used on him. It wasn't long before they were breathing unevenly, until Duo's chest was as flushed as his face, and Trowa wished he wasn't already so close, wished it hadn't been so long, because he really didn't think he was going to last long at all. "Come here." He let go of Duo's cock and tugged on his hip. There was an awkward moment as they situated themselves, Duo crawling over Trowa, shoving a knee into his ear and then nearly taking out his eye with his erection. Duo's apology held a note of laughter, but it died as soon as Trowa's tongue flicked over the crown of his cock. "Sorry, I- Fuck ," Duo breathed, and then groaned as Trowa slid his lips up Duo's length. Duo was big enough that Trowa wasn't able to swallow all of him, especially not at the angle they had negotiated. He had to use his left hand to try to keep Duo steady, but he used his right hand to tease at Duo's balls and then lower, over his perineum, and Duo groaned again. "Complete, absolutely braindead fucking-" Whatever other words Duo was about to use to describe Zechs were lost as he descended on Trowa's erection, tongue teasing at the precum on the head before tracing over the shaft, swirling wet heat down and around until Trowa had a hard time holding himself still. And then Duo took Trowa into his mouth and down his throat in one swift, smooth motion that left Trowa choking on Duo's cock as he came, thrusting helplessly into Duo's mouth and clutching at his hips. Fuck . Fuck. Fuck . Duo slowly eased his mouth off of Trowa and pulled his cock away at the same time, letting Trowa suck in a deep, ragged breath. "Sorry," he gasped, feeling his heart thunder. His nerve endings were still alight with pleasure, and if Trowa hadn't been fighting down embarrassment, he would have been overwhelmed by how fucking good his climax had just felt. "For what?" Duo turned around, smirking once again, and pressed a light kiss to Trowa's lips. "I'm taking it as a compliment. Also as a sign that your ex was a-" He started to pull away, but Trowa tangled his hands in Duo's hair and held him close, urging his lips open and tasting himself on Duo's tongue. Duo gave an appreciative moan, and Trowa ran his hands down Duo's back, kneading at the firm muscles he encountered, and down to his hips and then his ass, squeezing and pushing Duo's erection against Trowa's belly. Trowa rolled them, the kiss turning sloppy as he positioned Duo under him, and then he started to kiss his way down Duo's torso. "Yeah, definitely no apologies necessary," Duo chuckled, and then hissed when Trowa bit down on his right nipple. Trowa looked up to see Duo watching him, eyes still dark, face still flushed, and he tried to copy Duo's smirk as he worked his way across Duo's chest to lave and suck on his other nipple. Duo pushed Trowa's bangs away from his face, fingers tugging a little, and Trowa hummed at the sensation. He had always had a thing for hair pulling - for doing it and having it done to him. He continued downwards, finding a sensitive spot on Duo's rib cage that had him arching up into Trowa's mouth. Eventually, though, Trowa turned his attention on Duo's erection. The crown was wet, and Trowa spread the viscous precum with his fingers, coating as much of Duo as he could, alternating between firm tugs and teasing glances across the sensitive underside. "You're such a fucking tease," Duo panted. "I didn't do any of this to you." "You didn't have the chance," Trowa pointed out. "True," Duo groaned, and bucked upwards, hips rising with each downward motion of Trowa's hand. Trowa moved his hand away, and Duo's eyes narrowed. He watched as Trowa sucked on two of his fingers, and then, as Trowa reached down again, Duo's legs immediately shifted apart, inviting Trowa to caress his perineum and tease at his tight opening. As Duo's hips rose again and he seemed intent on contorting his body in two directions, Trowa finally lowered his head and lapped at Duo's cock. Duo let out a sound of relief and then a muttered oath as Trowa lowered his head, slowly taking all of Duo's length. He used the hand teasing Duo's ass to press his hips upwards, encouraging Duo to thrust into his mouth. "You- you don't mind." Trowa looked up Duo's body and held his gaze as he lifted Duo's hips again. Duo chuckled and took over, shallowly thrusting up. "Mmm," Trowa hummed encouragement around Duo's cock as it moved, and Duo muttered something unintelligible. Trowa finally managed to work a finger into Duo's body, the tight sheath pulling the digit in, and Duo moaned again. Trowa made sure to be careful as he added a second, curving his fingers and gently exploring Duo even as the other man continued to fuck his mouth. He found the spot in Duo's body that made him cry out in pleasure and start to move erratically, his pace breaking and his steady, shallow thrusts turning deeper and more forceful. "God, Trowa, fucking hell- Your fucking mouth feels so good and-" He made a garbled sound as Trowa stroked against his perineum from the inside and hummed again. "Fuck, Tro, I'm close, Tro, I'm going to come if- Fuck, Trowa, fuck !" Duo's come hit the back of Trowa's throat in salty waves that he greedily swallowed. He gentled his pressure on Duo's cock and slowed the movement of his fingers in his body as Duo rode his orgasm, trying to coax more from him, until finally Duo made a sound that was somewhere between pleasure and protest and gently shoved at Trowa's shoulders. "No more," he breathed. "It's too much. Fuck." Trowa pulled away, letting Duo's cock slip from between his lips and easing his fingers free. He sat back on his knees and looked down at Duo. The other man was thoroughly wrecked, his entire body flushed and his chest rising unsteadily. His eyes were closed and his lips parted. "Fucking hell. That was amazing." It had been amazing. Satisfying for Trowa on so many levels - not just getting off, but getting Duo off and- Duo tugged on Trowa's shoulders, until he propped himself up on an elbow above Duo and kissed him again. The kiss continued, turning leisurely and teasing, and Trowa couldn't remember the last time he and Zechs had kissed just to kiss and not as a prelude to sex or as a hasty goodbye gesture. He wasn't even sure they had ever kissed like this. It was nice, and it had been a hell of a long time since Trowa had had anything approaching nice in his life. Duo wrapped his arms around Trowa, and Trowa eased away from his lips and rested his head on Duo's shoulder. Duo skimmed his fingers up and down Trowa's spine. "You know, when my fiance dumped me last year, I decided the best way to erase him was to have sex with my rebound guy in all of the same places we'd had sex." "How did that work for you?" "Pretty fucking well, actually," Duo chuckled, and his fingers drifted to the nape of Trowa's neck, gently tugging on Trowa's hair. "I was sore for a few days after, but I definitely didn't think about him the next time I took a shower." Zechs hadn't come up to visit Trowa too often, since Trowa's schedule was slightly more flexible, and his Friday afternoons generally free to make the tedious drive down to D.C. But he had come a few times, and they had had that epic marathon over Labor Day weekend of ‘christening' the apartment, as Zechs had said as he stripped Trowa down and bent him over the counter in the bathroom. "Let's do it," Trowa decided. "Hm?" Duo sounded as if he had been in the process of drifting off, or thinking of something - or someone - far away. "Let's erase him." Trowa leaned up enough to look down at Duo. The other man met his gaze, lips curving upwards. "Alright. Where do you want to start?" -o- |
