|
" Something to Talk About"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Language; Lemon; Lime; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or Weiss
Kruez. I'm only having a little fun here. You can try to sue me, but
all I have worth taking is my cat that's named Duo, but looks like
Trowa. Rating: NC 17 Notes: Cross over with Weiss Kruez
Something to Talk About Part 13 Ken woke to the sound of the ringing telephone. Still half asleep, he rolled over and picked it up. After fumbling a little, he hit the talk button and brought it to his ear. "Hello?" "I didn't mean to wake you." Trowa said softly, bringing the older man to fully being awake. "It's okay. Don't worry about it." Ken assured and sat up in bed rubbing his sleep deprived eyes. He had spent the better half of last night talking with Aya about the break up. "I guess you didn't get much sleep either." "No. Aya's really upset about it. He's been trying to call all night." "I know. I had to take my phone off the hook since Heero's being too pig headed to talk to him. The reason I was calling was to cancel for this afternoon." "Heero's really that bad off?" "I just don't want to leave him alone." "Oh. Okay." "Ken, of what you've seen of Heero and me. . .would you find any justice in what Aya's accusing him of?" "I'm not taking sides Trowa." "I'm not asking that. I just want to know. Let's just say, for instance, that Aya and Heero are still together, and never fought about it. I just want a solid opinion that I can trust. As of now, the only ones that are saying anything are Aya and Duo. Aya's is out of mistrust. . .and Duo's. . .well, he's Duo." Ken thought about this a moment. "I promise that whatever you say will be only between us. I won't even tell Heero about it." "I'd have to agree with Aya. You guys were making out in a public park." "We weren't making out in the park." "Heero wasn't feeling on you?" "Yes, but we weren't kissing." "How's that better Trowa? Aya has a hard time with trust, just as Heero does. I'm sure Heero would react the same way that Aya is if the tables were turned. If he and I acted the way the two of you did, it would probably piss him off. Aya's trying. . .he really is. For as long as I've known him, he's never apologized for anything he ever did. . .the first time was with Heero." Trowa was quiet as he thought about this. Now, even Ken was saying that there's something there. Was there really something? If so, then why couldn't he or Heero see it? "Trowa, are you okay?" "Yeah. I was just thinking. Look, I'll let you go." "Later." "Yeah." As they hung up, Ken looked toward the threshold of his room. Aya was standing there, looking more exhausted than he had ever seen him. "Was that. . .?" Ken nodded. "How's Heero?" "He's been better. The way Trowa talked. . .he's not wavering." "Thanks." With that, he turned to leave. "Aya." ". . .hn?. . ." "I'll try talking to him." "Ken, you don't. . ." "I know I don't. . .but you'd do the same for me." Duo sat up in bed as the buzzer buzzed again. His head began throbbing as he pushed out of bed and walked into the living room. Pressing the button on the intercom, to cease the buzzing, gave way for the person causing the noise. "Duo, did I wake you?" Omi's voice eluded the speaker. "No, no. I'm always up at whatever o'clock this is, on my day off." He searched the hall, looking for a clock to tell the time. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering if Yoji was there." "Yoji?. . .Yoji?" Duo tried to remember if the taller blonde had spent the night with him or not; but he couldn't think too clearly yet. He leaned back and looked over at the couch. It was empty. "No. I don't think he's up here." "Oh. . . . .Well, can I talk with you then?" "What?" "I need someone to talk with. Please Duo?" Growling lowly, the American pushed the buzzer to allow him in. He then headed back into his bedroom to at least pull on a pair of boxers before Omi arrived. As he stepped into his room, his eyes nearly bugged out. Yoji was sleeping naked under his blankets. A quick search of the room discovered the clothes that were tossed about during a passionate haste. Duo grabbed his boxers, pulled them on, and stepped over to his house guest. "Yoji! Yoji, wake up!" The blonde didn't seem to stir. At that moment there was a knock on the apartment door. "Yoji!" Desperate, the American jumped on the bed, straddled the still sleeping figure and seized either of his shoulders. Without warning, he began shaking the shoulders as violently as he could. "Yoji, wake up!" Slowly the closed eyes opened. "What?" "Omi's here." The still drooping eyes widen. "What?!?" "Is that your word for the day? Get up and get dressed. I told him you weren't here. Don't make me a liar." With that, the American climbed off the older man, and left the room; making sure to close the door behind him. As a second knock came, he opened the door. "I'm sorry to be bothering you so early." Omi started as his eyes traced Duo's stance. "Nice boxers." He teased and walked further into the room. "It's scary how you and Yoji have the same taste." Duo looked down at the flashy material as he realized that he was wearing Yoji's boxers. . .no wonder they seemed a bit big for him when he slipped them on. Chewing his bottom lip, he closed the front door and followed Omi into the living room.
"Trowa, is there something really between us?" He asked without tearing his eyes from the coffee table that he had been staring at as if it contained the meaning of life. "That was unexpected." "I talked with Ken earlier. . .he feels the same as Duo and Aya." The concentrating colbat turned up to Trowa. "Is there something we're not seeing?" For some unknown reason, Trowa started to feel uncomfortable. "I don't know." "Don't you think we should find out?" Trowa stared into Heero's face, fearing to ask, but knowing that a answer was going to come any ways. "I think we should just leave things the way they are." He stated and tried to stand, but was pulled back to the couch. "Look, I need to know Trowa." There was a determined look in his eyes that Trowa didn't like. "If people I date are scared off because of our closeness. . .and if Aya, Duo, and Ken think that there's something here. . .isn't it worth looking into?" "Heero, you're starting to scare me." Trowa informed and tried to pull his arm free from the grasp that had yanked him back on the couch. "I want you to kiss me Trowa." "What!?!" "I need to know if they're right or not." "I'm not kissing you." "Why not?" "Because you're my friend, and friends don't kiss." At this, he managed to pull his upper arm free, only to have Heero snag his wrist. In a flash, the Japanese man had him pinned to the couch. "Heero." "How do you really feel about me Trowa? I want you to be honest." "We're just friends." "Then why did you get hard when I was grabbing your ass?" "Because I get hard anytime someone grabs my ass. It turns me on." "So if Duo did it, you would get hard?" "Yes." "Can I test that?" He reached for the phone, but Trowa stopped him. "Why did you kiss me the last time you were drunk?" "Because I was drunk." "You've been drunk before, but you've never done that." "Heero, stop it." "Is it making you uncomfortable?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because it is." Trowa attempted to wiggle from the hold. "Heero let me up." "Not until you kiss me." "I won't." "It's just a harmless kiss. We've done worse than that in our life together. Just one kiss to let me know where we stand." "Why are you doubting our friendship? It's been this way for five years Heero." "Friends don't become lovers over time?" There was no response as they stared into each other's eyes. "I need you to kiss me." "No." "Trowa. . ." "No." Once again, the Latin tried to free himself, but Heero was too strong. "I'm not letting you go until you kiss me." Trowa shook his head 'no.' "Are you afraid of what I might make you feel?" Trowa closed his eyes and turned from the question. Heero stared at him a moment before leaning forward with intentions to kiss along the thin neck. "Heero, don't." Trowa spoke softly; almost regrettably. "Then let me kiss you. If you can resist, then I won't ever bring this up again, and I'll whole heartedly accept our friendship." Before Trowa could even speak, his lips were covered by Heero's. At first, he was going to pull away, but couldn't. The mouth on his was too warm and inviting. Without really thinking, he began to return the tender gesture with his own. As the kiss deepen, Trowa parted his lips to allow passage of the intruding tongue. Kissing the Latin was like nothing he had ever felt
before. Sure they had kissed several times before, but that was as
boys trying to find themselves. Now was different. Heero could taste
it, and he knew Trowa could too. The evidence wasn't just in the prolonging
in the kissing; or the acceptance of his probing tongue; but also
in the front of his jeans. "Trowa?" He called softly, but the other didn't answer. "Trowa, open the door please." "Just leave me alone Heero." Trowa finally spoke. "I can't do that. We need to talk." "There's nothing to talk about." "Then why are you crying?" Though he hadn't seen tears in the green eyes, he could feel that that was what was happening. Trowa leaned against the door and wiped the tears away. He didn't trust his voice to answer his friend. "Trowa?" "You got what you wanted, now leave me alone." The Latin called when he felt strong enough. "You're being childish. Open the door Trowa. . .please? Don't make me break it." Trowa forced himself to gain mastery of his emotions. He couldn't cry in front of Heero because of this. Once assured that he was in control, he stood straight and allowed his friend into the room. "What just happened?" "Nothing." The Latin answered and walked over to his dresser. "Why are you trying to hide from me? Or should I be asking what?" He stepped in front of the taller man and before an escape could occur, he grabbed the dresser on either side of the thin frame. "Talk to me Trowa. What's going on with you?" "Did you feel anything?" He asked and lowered his face to the ground. "You already know the answer to that." There was a short silence between them before Trowa hugged the Japanese man. "We're just friends. Nothing else." He whispered into his ear. Heero wrapped his arms around his waist. "Why can't we be more?" "I need you to stay this way. I don't want to lose you Heero." "Who's to say that's what will happen?" "I want you back with Aya. That's who you should be with. That's the best person for you." He lightly rubbed the Latin's back as tears spilled from the green eyes. All of a sudden, he could feel tears in his own eyes. He now understood why Trowa was so hesitant to kiss him. "How long have you been hiding these feelings from me?" "Can't we just act as if it never happened?" He asked hopefully, but he already knew that the answer was 'no'. He pulled from the embrace in an attempt to help change the answer. "I can't do that." Heero whispered and wiped the tears from his friends eyes. "Why didn't you just tell me that you felt like this?" "Breaking up with Omi nearly destroyed me. . .if
it wasn't for you. It would have. If I have to go through something
like that would you. . .I don't want us to end up hating each other.
We've been through too much together. And I know it'll be too hard
for either of us to find someone that we feel as comfortable around
as we do each other. Don't ask me to give it up Heero. . .please don't
ask me." ~ * ~ Chapter
14 |
