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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi, humor Pairings: Trowa/Quatre Summary: Quatre asks the important questions. Notes: Written for a photo prompt for @imgoingthereagain on Tumblr.
"Balloon " "Hey, Trowa." "Mmm?" "Ever made love in a hot air balloon?" The huskily whispered question caught Trowa off guard and he coughed around his mouthful of scrambled eggs. He managed to swallow them down without choking to death with a little help from his coffee. He cleared his throat and glanced up. "Pardon?" Quatre was sitting across from him at the breakfast table and despite the public's perception that the blond was a distinguished little gentleman, Trowa knew that couldn't be further from the truth. He lounged in his bathrobe, his bare legs and feet propped up on the table, one ankle over the other, and the paper open across his lap. He shot Trowa a lecherous grin. "I know you heard me." Trowa glanced at the slightly wiggling toes and tried to pretend his face wasn't beet red. "Er...you know that's not sanitary." Quatre glanced at his feet in confusion. "What? They're clean." Trowa snorted and took another bite of eggs. "To answer your question, no. No, I haven't made love in a hot air balloon." Trowa knew what was coming next before the blond even said it. "Wanna try it?" "Isn't that a little dangerous?" Quatre looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you serious? Mr. Tight-Rope-Trapeze-Artist? Do I need to remind you that you also piloted a Gundam during the war?" "No, you don't need to remind me of that." The blond paused. "You scared?" Trowa scoffed and leaned back, lifting his mug off the table. "I was just thinking what a terrible way to die that would be." Quatre cocked his head. "I would think it would be a wonderful way to die." "That would depend." "On what?" "On whether we fell out before the climax, or after." Quatre grinned and Trowa knew it was going to happen. Come Hell, or high water. Now that the idea was in Quatre's head, it would never leave. Trowa just hoped they didn't grace the headlines the next day. CEO and L4 Representative, Quatre Raberba Winner found butt-naked and squashed after attempting to have sex in a hot air balloon with his long-time lover, Trowa Barton. Trowa shuddered. That would not be good. Then again... "I'm in." He would do it. Of course he would. He also planned on scheduling a CAT scan first thing Monday morning. *** The balloon ride really was amazing. There was nothing quite like it and Trowa was completely awestruck as they coasted over the Taj Mahal. The view was breathtaking. They could see for miles; high enough that the curvature of the Earth was visible. Quatre smiled smugly at his wide-eyed stare. "It's...beautiful." The blond grinned. "Told you." Trowa jumped a little when a sneaky hand latched itself onto his ass and squeezed. He turned and smirked at Quatre's faux-innocent look. "What?" *five minutes later* "Oh, Trowa...."
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