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"Secrets"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: All of those who agree that the boys
should belong to me say “Aye!” Pairings: 3x4 Spoilers: Nope. Warnings: Lemon, yaoiness, bit of language, AU,
I wrote it (duh). Rating: NC-17 Betas: Lucy and Velvet Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Author’s Notes: Driving an hour to and from work is dangerous. It gives the plot bunnies time to play. For people who love a build-up of a 3x4…here you go! Oh, and just so you know, I’m putting a whole new spin on empathy, telepathy and whatnot. *grin* That’s your only hint. /other people’s thoughts/ //Trowa’s or Quatre’s thoughts// <phone> <<mental conversations>>
"Secrets " Chapter Five: Side-effects
They had talked for hours on how their shields were made and how they should be altered. Then they had begun the process of including another person inside that barrier. So far, so good…but every time they separated they slid back a bit. That was where the whole holding hands thing came in. Even though it was for a perfectly legitimate reason, Quatre couldn’t help but think that this was something he would do with a boyfriend, or a lover. And on the heels of that thought was always an impulse to make Trowa that boyfriend or lover. //I’m not blind. I can see how attractive he is. And I know that he doesn’t think I’m weird, snuggling up to him so much. He understands exactly why I like physical contact—actually, he’s as bad as I am. But none of that means he is attracted to me in the same way.// “Um…Trowa?” Trowa tilted his head toward him, assuring his companion silently that he had his attention. “You do realize what this looks like, right?” “Like we’re going out,” Trowa replied calmly. “…er, yeah. If that’s a problem we can find some other way—” Trowa blew out a breath in exasperation. “Quatre. I can guarantee you that most people will not be shocked that I’m holding hands with another guy. They’ll be shocked that I’m holding hands at all.” Quatre grinned sheepishly. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.” “Besides—” Trowa’s smile was gentle, and softly luminescent “—I like holding hands with you.” Quatre’s face lit in answer to that sweet sentiment, and his mouth tugged up at the corners. “So do I.” “Then what are you worried about?” The Arabian shifted their hands until his grip was firmer. “Not a thing.” + Trowa was bored out of his mind. He couldn’t help it. The teacher was writing a historical outline for the British Empire on the chalk board, lecturing as he wrote. The students were dutifully copying down the outline, repeating it to themselves mentally as they wrote it down. Translation? Trowa heard everything twenty-nine times (including the teacher). He wouldn’t even need to eavesdrop on people’s thoughts during the test. Everything would be completely stuck in his head by the time the test rolled around. Quatre was amused at his boredom. Over the past week, the blond’s emotions were coming through with increasing clarity. Including a few things that Quatre probably didn’t want Trowa to know. It had come as a surprise the first time that Trowa had felt that hint of…need. He had been lying with his head in Quatre’s lap, eyes closed as he enjoyed the afternoon sun near the pool. Quatre had been running a hand through his hair—and then Trowa had caught a fleeting urge for more contact. It had been the first indication that Quatre wanted more than friendship. He had known Quatre found him attractive (the blond’s habit of blushing for no good reason rather gave him away) and Trowa returned that interest. You’d have to be blind, dead, and on ice not to appreciate how Quatre looked, and moved, and smiled, and laughed— //Is it a good sign or a bad sign that I find even his laughter a turn on?// ‘Bad’ his mind supplied with a roll of its eyes. ‘It means you’re in head over heels, kid. I’d brace myself for impact, if I were you.’ Trowa slapped a piece of duct tape over its mouth and continued ruminating. That wasn’t something he was comfortable considering just yet; that he might be beyond the point of no return where Quatre was concerned. He hadn’t mentioned yet how much emotion was crossing over. He didn’t want Quatre to clam up on him when he found out. Staying silent on the matter wasn’t a choice, however. Eventually their shields would completely merge, and Quatre would be able to feel exactly what he was feeling, and then the secret would be out. He had to say something before that point. He was strangely reluctant to do that, though. Was it because he didn’t want to lose the ability to touch Quatre? Or was it something deeper? Or was it a different reason altogether? //What do I want?// His mind pulled the duct tape off long enough to input ‘You wanna jump him.’ Trowa frowned severely until it put the tape back on its mouth. He was forced to admit that was precisely what he wanted, however. Well, part of what he wanted. He sighed and shifted to lean on his other elbow, head propped in his hand. Apparently, whether he wanted to admit it or not, there was no turning back. He wanted Quatre, end of story. So how to tell Quatre? //Maybe I should mention the emotional-echo effect first.// ‘Yup, you should.’ //Shut up, you.// “Mr. Barton, are you paying attention? This IS on the test, you know.” Trowa looked at him wearily. //This is *not* my day.// + Trowa waited for the perfect moment before he started the discussion. ‘Perfect’ meaning that they were in his clearing in the stretch of woods right next to his house, homework was done, and Quatre was comfortably settled on his lap and enfolded in his arms. Trowa figured that this way, even if Quatre tried to avoid the issue, he could keep him in place until he had said everything he needed to. “Quatre?” Quatre was feeling quite content at the moment, and unwilling to be drawn into an in-length conversation. Still, he felt that he needed to respond. “Hm.” “I’m not quite sure how to put this but…you’re leaking.” Quatre frowned. Okay, so maybe he did want to have a bit of a conversation. Turning a bit, he looked up at Trowa. “Leaking? How?” “Emotionally, I mean. I’m starting to feel what you feel.” “Oh.” Quatre absorbed this, feeling satisfied at this sign of progress. “That’s a good thing. What have you been feeling?” “Amusement.” Quatre snorted. “This morning, you mean? Sorry, I could tell you were bored out of your mind.” “I was. But it didn’t start today.” Quatre’s smile faded and panic started to set in. “So…when did it start?” “Tuesday. Stop panicking, Quatre.” Trowa slid a hand along his jaw to keep his face turned up. “I knew you would panic when I told you, but you shouldn’t.” Quatre forced himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and focusing on Trowa’s eyes. He was calm about this, and there was no hint that he was upset, so there was no need for Quatre to be upset—right? “Okay. Why shouldn’t I?” His voice fell to a whisper. “Because I’m attracted to you as well.” Trowa’s head lowered slightly until the only thing he could see was Quatre. “The only thing I want is you. Maybe that’s more than what you feel for me. If so, that’s okay. I just don’t want you to pull back for fear of offending me.” Quatre’s heart stopped along with his breathing. He couldn’t have heard that right. He was just losing either his hearing or his sanity at the ripe old age of seventeen, that was all. “You…want me?” Trowa felt a surge of hope lodge in his throat. //He’s full of anticipation…and something else I can’t quite name. Maybe I stand a chance.// “Yes.” Quatre focused hard, trying to let Trowa into his shields completely. <<I want you too.>> Trowa’s eyes flared wide. Shakily he whispered, “Quatre…I heard you.” <<Good.>> Trowa’s face split in a dazzling smile. Quatre wanted to kiss him so badly that his knees were shaking. Tentatively he inched closer, eyelids lowering and head tilting up. Trowa’s head angled to meet his mouth, eyes also hooded. He could almost taste the brunette on his tongue, some mixture of tart male and Trowa. The air around them became charged, sensitizing his skin so that he was doubly aware of the heat coming off of Trowa’s skin, the solidness of his frame. Quatre’s tongue flicked out to wet his dry mouth, then he stretched a little, using his arms around Trowa’s shoulders to help lift his body up and closed the remaining distance. Neither one of them were entirely sure on what to do. Trowa’s mouth was closed as it brushed against Quatre’s. When he felt the other’s part slightly, he mimicked the motion. Mmm…velvety friction, hot breath, moist heat; so this was what Quatre tasted like. It was delicious. It was addicting. More. Trowa’s hands gripped tighter around the slim body and dragged him closer, moving Quatre’s knees to either side of his hips. They were already flush against each other, but it was a far cry from the contact that Trowa craved. He opened his mouth more, trying to gain more of Quatre, trying to gain more period. Quatre mumbled wordlessly and pressed himself into Trowa, rubbing his lips more forcefully into his boyfriend’s even as his hand slid to his nape. <<I like that idea.>> Quatre smiled into the kiss. Now this was a novel idea; talking while kissing. Made him wonder what else they could do while talking… <<Is your mind usually in the gutter?>> <<You just inspire me, boyfriend. Are you going to bite my tongue off if I try to play a little tonsil hockey?>> <<Nope.>> Trowa tentatively touched his tongue to Quatre’s. They brushed easily against each other in several forays before Quatre slipped his all the way inside and began leisurely exploring. Trowa groaned low in the back of his throat and rubbed his tongue along Quatre’s. Damn but he tasted so good. Finally Quatre broke free, mouth wet and glistening, panting a little from lack of air. “No wonder people are fixated on kissing. That was fantastic.” <<Let’s do it again.>> Quatre winced. <<Sorry, I’m not used to talking to you like this yet.>> <<I don’t mind. I like your voice, too. Besides, what you think doesn’t usually match what you say. I’m still trying to figure out how you do that.>> <<Figure it out later,>> Quatre ordered sternly, drawing Trowa’s mouth back down to his—where it belonged. <<Consider it multi-tasking.>> <<The only time you can multi-task is when your tongue is in my mouth and your hand is—>> <<WHOA! That was a *very* graphic mental image.>> Trowa shifted his hands to cup Quatre’s bottom and press into him more. That mental image had stirred his blood up even more, and he ground his growing erection against Quatre’s in retaliation. Quatre squirmed against him. <<How did you get so good at this in thirty seconds? Oh dammit, do that again…>> Trowa repeated that little motion with his tongue, smirking to himself. He was NOT going to be the only one hot and bothered. Several minutes later, when they could finally manage to pull away from each other, they were both wearing silly grins. Quatre ran light fingertips over Trowa’s jaw, eyes soft and glowing. “I’m beginning to bless the day we decided to alter our shields. I rather like the side-effects.” <<It was a brilliant idea, even if I do say so myself.>> <<Sorry, talking out loud again—>> Trowa hushed him with a soft kiss. “Some things are worth hearing twice.” ~*~*~*~ Honor: *in camouflage, rifle in hand* A hunting we will
go~! A hunting we will go~! Hi-ho a derry-o, a hunting we will go~!
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