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"Christmas Decorating"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: Sap, fluff Pairings: 3x4 Summary: Wywo universe. Trowa takes holiday decorating
into his own hands. " Christmas Decorating"
Trowa stepped back, rolling the kinks out of his shoulders, and surveyed his work. The tree was done, Quatre’s crystal Nativity was set up, the lights blinked in perfect time, and he even had time to put the holiday-themed candles out. It looked great, even if it wasn’t exactly to Quatre’s specifications. After being questioned on his measurements for the 4th time, since the garlands HAD to hang in 5 perfect arcs and cut the picture window at perfect 3rds (the golden rule, Quatre would say, then demand he re-measure), Trowa had strategically reminded Quatre of all the Christmas shopping the blonde still had to do. Quatre had left long, detailed instructions on how to stage the livingroom (instructions Trowa had only glanced at in passing) and took off in Trowa’s Jeep. The local mall consisted of a department store, a hardware store, and about a dozen shops between the two. He’d been shopping for about 3 hours by the time Trowa had finished and he expected him back anytime. He was glad to have the decorating done without Mr. I-demand-design-Perfection-although-I-do-it-looking-cute hovering behind him and pointing out problems. When left alone, Trowa did things his way and Quatre always loved it once Trowa was done. Trowa was notorious for free-styling the carpentry, but Quatre had yet to be anything less than ecstatic with the result. But you just couldn’t let him SEE you take a shortcut. Trowa heard the jeep pulling into the drive and debated going down to help his lover carry up his bags of purchases (Quatre never shopped without buying something, and that was when he didn’t have a list) but decided to play lazy and ignorant when his shoulders protested at the thought. Trowa sighed and kneaded the sore muscles. The things he did for love. Quatre’s arrival was announced by the little clack-clack of high heels (which he said he wore not just to make his ass look phenomenal, but to protest sexism in the media; If women could wear ties and pant suits, why couldn’t he wear modest heels with jeans?) But Quatre immediately dashed to the bathroom. Trowa, being a ridged work-a-holic himself and unable to rest when there were things to be done, went into the kitchen to start unpacking Quatre’s bags for him. But there were none. Either Quatre didn’t buy anything (Fat chance)... or he had taken his bags into the bathroom with him? “How was shopping?” Trowa called out, looking out the window to see if the trunk was full of heavy objects for him to carry in. Nothing. There was a pause from the bathroom, then “Good... I picked up a few things for you.” Ah HA! Quatre bought his presents and didn’t want Trowa peeking. Not that he would. He was an adult for God’s sakes. It wasn’t like he couldn’t wait...Could Quatre fit a 10 inch Sliding Mitre Saw with adjustable guiding-Laser into the jeep? Could Quatre carry one up the stairs? Probably not, but he could carry a 1inch self-feed drill bit.... Not that Trowa cared, of course. Trowa moved himself away from temptation and into the living room, “I finished the decorating.” He said instead, telling himself that Christmas was only a few days away and reminding himself that he was an adult, damn it. Quatre emerged from the bathroom and joined his lover. He was standing right below the arch of garland and lights above the doorway (a Trowa-added bonus) and the festive blinking lights tinted his white-washed low rider jeans and red sleeveless sheath. “It looks gorgeous!” Quatre cooed. Trowa smiled warmly and moved over to the tree. Reaching up to adjust one little diagonal ornament before Quatre had to reach for it. Suddenly, two knowing hands were rubbing deep into his sore muscles and pushing him to sit on the couch. Oh Quatre, I love you! Trowa screamed internally as his lover massaged out his shoulders in the perfect spot. “You did a great job.” Quatre said, digging hard into the abused area. Quatre had perfect hands, perfect, wonderful talented hands. Beautiful, talented, angel, lover, Quatre was hitting him in all the right places until he was practically purring with delight. Quatre had moved to straddle his hips, continuing to dig deep into his shoulders from the front, and gave Trowa the perfect view of his lover. His talented, miracle working-- what was that? He swore he saw it from over the edge of the white low riders. A little Santa-Clause-Red spaghetti strap was slung over one of Quatre’s perfect ivory hips. Quatre moved a little bit more to the center of Trowa’s lap, massaging the back of Trowa’s neck deeply while he placed himself perfectly over Trowa’s very-aware groin. He saw it again, just peeking over. Trowa leaned back comfortably on the couch, cutting off his lover’s access to his back in order to give him full reign of his chest, which Quatre took advantage of with a wicked smile. Trowa ran his fingers over Quatre’s exposed stomach and made his way past the edge of the jeans. He found the elusive little strap and tugged at it gently, following it’s path with his finger up and over a smooth hip bone and down lower than he could manage with his lover’s pants still buttoned up. It was bright red with candy cane striping starting the closer he got to the front. “You like it?” Quatre said with a blush, “I picked it up while I was shopping...” Fuck the Mitre saw, Trowa was much happier with this present. He grabbed his lover’s hips deeply and pivoted, leaning Quatre down into the couch to get better acquainted with the Christmas lingerie. Quatre arched oddly, stopping Trowa from further explorations with his kisses when the blonde twisted to fish a neglected ornament out of his back. With hardly a second thought for the mood, Quatre jumped up and walked over to the tree, placing the ornament expertly. Then he moved another one to a branch half an inch over. Then moved another. Trowa sighed in defeat. Stymied again by friggan’ decorating! “It’s times like these that I wonder if you’re only with me for my carpentry skills.” Quatre turned around abruptly, Trowa’s voice yanking him out of his design-tunnel vision. He blushed the color of the thong and began to stammer out apologies, “it’s just that, I was right here and I could see...it was just the one and then I couldn’t just leave them...” Trowa continued on as if Quatre hadn’t answered, “Hot, sweaty wood work all day long...” Trowa lifted his shirt off casually, knowing Quatre’s eyes were glued to his work-honed body, “Hard, heavy tools making my hands calloused...” “I like them like that!” Quatre growled with lust, his eyes raking every crease and curve of Trowa’s bare chest as the man stood with cat-like grace. Trowa moved, lifting Quatre completely off the floor with nothing but a solid hold on his ass and thighs with his afore mentioned hands. Quatre wrapped his hands tightly around Trowa’s neck as the carpenter deposited him on Trowa’s hips, holding him completely against him in a demonstration of pure brute strength that never failed to make Quatre forget all about the damn decorations. Trowa walked the two of them into the bedroom, slamming the door closed behind him to block out the flashing Christmas lights, and dropped Quatre on the bed. Quatre giggled in delight and laid himself out on the bed, watching as Trowa yanked his belt off and dropped his jeans. There were no distractions this time. Trowa crawled on top of his blushing lover, dropping kisses along his torso as he went, “Now, about that Christmas gift?” Quatre giggled and opened his arms. That early Christmas gift was defiantly better than a Mitre saw! Although... Trowa couldn’t help but wonder where Quatre stashed the rest of what he had bought that day...
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