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"Heero the Muse"Written By: Emerald Pillow
Pairings: 3x1x3 Summary: Trowa is a writer in his spare time. Heero hasn't read any of Trowa's works but is curious to do so. Trowa , on the other hand, doesn't particularly want Heero to read what he writes as he has some dark secret lurking in the text of his books. Rating: R Heero the Muse
Chapter 5 Trowa crashed on his bed and buried his face into the pillows. He was glad that it was finally over. . .at least, for today, it was. Heero leaned against the wall next to the full length mirror to study Trowa's form. "I'm never agreeing to another signing." His statement was muffled by pillow. "Maybe the next one won't be so bad." Trowa sat up and stared at Heero. Though he was looking at his friend, all of his attention was on the mirror and what he had seen that morning. Not wanting it to further affect him, he hid his face in the feathery cave again. "From what I've heard from Jamie, you completely refused a signing for your first book, which was probably why there were so many this time." "I'm not doing another any ways." "It wasn't so bad." Heero did his best to hide his smile. "Wasn't bad? Heero, in the pass four hours I've had: 285 pictures taken; three guys and four women ask me out; six girls flash me; called a faggot; given two novels that I'm suppose to read and let them know what I think; a guy ask for a picture with their arm around me, and then grab my ass; a girl that wanted to sit on my lap; a Santa Clause looking man wanted me to sit on his lap; and I had to see a tattoo of you on some stranger's left biceps. That's not bad?" "Who had a tattoo of me?" "It wasn't really you. It was Nash Holiday." As Trowa spoke, he reached over to the bag he had brought with him. Inside were the two novels that he had just mentioned, and Brittany's forgotten books. He held up the second book to show Heero the cover art. For a split second, Heero felt that he was looking into a small mirror, instead of a book. He then looked at Trowa. He had gotten into the first book by a few pages before Jamie interrupted. Nash hadn't been introduced yet. "Now I can finish reading." Heero stated and sat next to Trowa to reach for the bag. Before Heero could seize it, Trowa snatched it from him. He then procceeded to pull it from Heero's grasp. "You don't want to read it now." "Why not? It's right there." Trowa shoved the second book back into the bag. "You can read it when you get home. I told you that I would get you a copy." Heero stared deeply into Trowa's eyes a moment before speaking again. "I'm starting to get the feeling that you really don't want me to read your books Trowa." "That's not true. I do want you to read it. . .just not right now." Lowering his gaze from his friend's, Trowa slid the bag behind his back. While talking, Heero had been slowly attempting to snatch the bag, but Trowa caught on. "I was going to read while you work." "Who said I was going to work now?" "Trowa, you have 420 pages due by Monday." "I'll work again tonight. Let's go do something else. . .like steal more privacy signs." Heero snickered at the lame attempt. "Do you honestly think you could protect those books from me?" "Honestly?" "Yeah." Laughing, Trowa slowly shook his head. "No." "Just hand them over then." "When have you ever known me to just surrender?" "You're going to make me take them from you?" To answer his question, Trowa repositioned himself so that he was sitting on the bag. If he was going to give Heero any type of struggle, he was going to have to use his whole body. Heero studied Trowa a moment, wondering if he was serious. "You're forgetting something. I lift weights heavier than you." Trowa scowled, noting the fact that was the second comment today that Heero made about his weight. Going for the direct way, he lunged at Trowa, knocking the Latin to his back on the bed. Trowa had been expecting and preparing for it, but he wasn't strong enough to stop Heero. In a flash, Heero pinned his wrists to the bed. He then began pulling the two wrist close together over Trowa's head. He knew he was able to restrain both of Trowa's arms with one hand, leaving the other free to grab the bag and books inside. Meanwhile, Trowa was using all of his strength to either wiggle free, or push against the preordained destination. With Heero's full attention on his arms at this point, Trowa began to shift his right leg. Heero had made the mistake of not straddling Trowa to prevent his legs from being used in the bout. . .or perhaps it wasn't a mistake. Noting the movement, Heero pressed his body closer to Trowa's to prevent his leg from wedging between them. It was then that he felt Heero through his denim. The Japanese man was aroused. Trowa wasn't sure if he was already like that, or if the challenge was the cause. It was then that the struggle ended. Neither men moved and inch. Both of their bodies were relaxed, their eyes locked onto one another. Their lips were only inches apart; and chests heaving from something more than exertion. Without really thinking, Trowa leaned forward to eliminate the gap between their lips. Closing his eyes tightly, he silently pleaded for Heero not to pull away. To his surprise, he didn't. Instead, Heero began to return the gesture just as Trowa was giving it. On both ends, the kiss deepen, and became more urgent. Heero released the wrists he was holding. While using one hand for support, the other traveled down Trowa's lean frame. It stopped at his hip, and detoured slightly. In one strong motion, he lifted Trowa from the bed, causing their erections to grind together. Heero swayed gently against Trowa, causing the Latin to moan slightly into his mouth. This allowed room for Heero's tongue to greet Trowa's in warm caresses and massages. Not a single thought ran through Trowa's mind as his fingers tread through soft brown hair. The moment was too scared and golden to be ruined by thinking. His body acted on sheer wants and desires. It seemed that Heero's was as well. The Japanese man leaned back on his knees and brought both hands to the front of Trowa's jeans. A second later, his strong hand gripped the swollen member. Meanwhile, Trowa's hands were working to relieve the front of Heero's jeans. His hand had only barely made it into the denim valley to greet flesh when the phone started ringing. It startled both of them, breaking the kiss, and ceasing the exploration of each other's body. The ring wasn't just for the phone, but reality. Heero sat back on his knees, heavily breathing, and staring at Trowa as if seeing him for the first time. Trowa slumped further into the mattress, already knowing what was to come. Tears burned his eyes, but he forced them back. He silently pleaded for Heero to continue, but the look in the deep cobalt told him that it wouldn't. Realizing what he was doing, Heero started to pull away. "Heero." Trowa breathed, and tried to sit up, but his body was still too shaken by the sensations that Heero was just causing. "I'm sorry." He stated coldly and climb off the mattress. The tears spilled as Trowa heard the click of the door closing. He looked over at that phone, wishing he would have unplugged it. It continued to ring, and Trowa snatched it from the hook. "What?" "Trowa, I talked with Marc about the required-" Trowa hung up quickly. "Damn you." He growled and placed his hand over his mouth; remembering what it felt to taste Heero's tongue. How great of a kisser his friend was. He missed a chance to make love to Heero because of Jamie. Tears spilled from his eyes. It wasn't fair. He had been waiting for so long for the moment that was just shattered. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted Heero just now. Sitting up straight, he ripped the receiver from the phone and dialed Lisa's number. After the third ring, a answer came. "You've reached Dr. Lisa Davis. I'm sorry, I'm unavailable right now, if you-" The phone was hung up again. He gripped himself harshly, wishing he could just rip off his penis and end his torturous wanting. Laying on his back, he thought about Heero and began to pump his manhood instead. Maybe he'll get lucky, for once, and Heero would walk in on him.
"You forgot these at the conference." "Thank you. Oh, I'm so sorry about Buffy's behavior. If I knew she was going to do that I wouldn't have brought her." "It's okay. You can't control what others do." A huge smile pulled at Brittany's lips while accepting the books. Suddenly, she slapped her forehead rather hard. "I'm sorry, I should invite you in. That's rude to leave you standing in the hall." "Is Buffy here?" "No. She thought that the bell boy was cute, and so went to talk with him." Trowa relaxed a little after hearing the answer. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes. If you have time." Brittany's smile widen to a goofy state and she nodded happily. "Of course. Come in. What did you want to talk about?" "Well, for one, those pictures that you took earlier." Trowa started as he accepted the invitation into the room. "Your friend isn't photo friendly." "That's an understatement, but he has his reasons for being that way." Trowa stopped half way in the room as he noticed the several rolls of film sitting on the desk. He quietly chuckled to himself. Heero would have to destroy all the rolls in order to get the right one. "Did you get them developed yet?" "No. This trip pretty much sucked out my funds for the month. So I'll have to get them done next month." "What if I offered to pay for them?" "What?" "I just want a copy of one of the pictures you took." "I couldn't ask you to do that." "If you don't get them developed quickly, then you won't have them, or any other picture from this trip." Brittany thought about that a moment. "Why do you say that?" "Trust me on this one." Brittany nodded and walked over to the desk. She picked up a specific roll and looked up at Trowa. "But where will we go?" "We'll ask the front desk. I'm sure they'll know of a one hour photo place nearby." Brittany nodded and fetched her jacket and shoes. "Can I ask why you want this developed so badly?" "Like I said, it'll be saving your other pictures. Besides, I want a copy of one of them." Checking to make sure she had her card keys, they left. Before heading toward the elevators, Trowa stopped to pick up his trench coat. Though it was April, the air still held a chill. Heero still hadn't returned since their intimate moment. It was when Trowa took his coat that he realized that Heero had forgotten his. Not that he ever knew Heero to get extremely cold, he wondered if the Japanese man was all right. Figuring he would find out when Heero would return, they continued down the hall. It wasn't until they were in the elevator that Trowa finally asked what had been bothering him since the nearly silent squeak of when she first opened the door to him. "You're a lot more quiet." "I told you that I sometimes over react. Plus, I think I'm in shock of standing next to you." The elevator doors opened and they headed for the front desk. The clerk knew of a place that was five blocks away. Rather than waiting for a cab, they took the walk. "So this guy that was with you yesterday, and the conference. . ." "Yeah?" "He's really cute." "I know." "So, is he your boyfriend?" Trowa looked down at the teenager, glad that she would think something like that. "No. He's just a great influence on me." "But you want him to be." For the first time, Trowa felt embarrassed talking about Heero. He wasn't sure if it was because of what had happened, or the tone that Brittany was carrying. "That is soooooo cute. Sorry. I just never knew an actual gay man." Trowa smirked and shook his head. "I heard rumors that the third book is going to be delayed. Is that true?" "Unless I can write over 400 pages by Monday." "Are Eric and Nash going to get together?" Her enthusiasm was starting to shine through again. "What do you think?" "Right now, it's up in the air. I'm routing for a happy ending." "Not everything in life ends happily." "No. But Eric and Nash are so in love with one another. How can they not be together? It's like taking 'ying' from 'yang'." Trowa stared at the ground as they walked. "But I can understand Eric's frustration. It's the first time he ever felt anything." Suddenly Brittany started laughing at herself. "Listen to me babbling on. This is probably why people stopped talking to me. I talk WAY too much about your books." "It's okay. I'd like to hear what you have to say." "Really?" Brittany stopped and looked up at the taller man. Trowa nodded. "It's not often I get to speak with a fan about
what they think."
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