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"Firsts"Written By: Waterlilylf Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights
remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being
made here. Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi, Post Cannon, sap, angst Pairings: 3x2 Summary: How do you get past losing the love of your life, the person you fell in love with when you were just fifteen? Trowa desperately needs someone special in his life, even if he hasn't quite realised it yet..
"Firsts"
Chapter 10 - Sex on the Beach: He didn't see Duo in his first glance over the crowds assembled in the Arrivals hall and it was utterly beyond stupid how that made him feel. After all, he'd been the one to text Duo to tell him not to bother coming to pick him up in the middle of a working day; that he'd get a taxi. He had a moment when he braced himself for disappointment, and then someone moved, and Duo stepped forward to the barrier. He was doing exactly the same as Trowa, his gaze sweeping the throng of people from right to left. He smiled when he saw Trowa, was still smiling when Trowa walked over. 'Hey.' He caught Duo's lips in a firm kiss. God, he'd missed that, missed just being able to touch and hold someone, without worrying about who was watching and what they'd be thinking. It might have been newsworthy, just after the war; two Gundam Pilots hooking up but, nearly ten years on, they'd managed to work themselves more or less into obscurity, except for Quat, who was always going to make headlines. He and Duo garnered a couple of glances, speculative or appreciative or disapproving, but no more so than any two guys getting physical. No paparazzi going into a feeding frenzy; if he'd ever kissed Quat like that in a public place, they'd probably both have been trampled in the stampede of people taking photos. No one cared about him or Duo, and that was utterly glorious. 'Thanks for coming.' 'No bother,' Duo said cheerfully, his smile so bright that Trowa had to dive in and kiss the hell out of him again. 'Nice taking a half-day for once. I love airports anyway, watching people coming through the gate and looking for their friends. The way their faces light up. It's great.' He immediately wondered if his own face had lit up like that, on seeing Duo. Probably. It was how he'd felt, inside. 'It's nice, being met.' Not something he'd had, very often. Heero and Wufei had picked him up, once or twice, if he hadn't left his car at the airport, but they'd waited outside in the parking area. He couldn't remember if anyone had ever been at Arrivals, waiting for him. 'Yeah,' Duo agreed. 'Bit of a role reversal, this time. Me picking you up.' Trowa grinned, following him down the escalator to the underground parking. He looked great. The inevitable pony-tail wasn't as tight as usual, so there were little strands drifting around his face, and the black jeans were just the right amount of tight. Very, in other words, making his own feel suddenly constricting. God, he'd only been away for four days. 'I like you picking me up. I missed you.' 'Yeah?' Duo canted his head to look at him, mostly quizzical and a little pleased as well. 'Missed you too.' 'As in, really missed you,' Trowa slung one arm around his waist, letting his hand brush a caress against that that pert, perfect ass on the way. 'Missed the hell out of this.' 'Down, boy. I'm only up for so much in public.' Duo said, reaching into his pocket for his keys. He sounded amused though. 'Jeep's just over here. So, how was Budapest? And Quat? Did you have to fight him off with a stick?' God, wasn't that uncomfortably close to the truth? 'Budapest was gorgeous,' he hedged, climbing into the jeep, and clicking his seatbelt. It was a lovely day; Duo had the hood down, and the slight breeze stirred the flyaway hairs at his temples once they drove out of the parking garage. 'You should have come; we'll have to go some time, the two of us. You'd like it, I think. I didn't actually get to see much of Quat. He had Auri with him, and his schedule was crazy. I always forget how busy he is.' There, that was true enough. After the first night, he'd been swept on to the roller coaster that was Quat's life. He'd meandered around the city alone while Quat was busy, which was most of the time, but they'd gone to the opera, and an art exhibition, and had a private guided tour of the castle, and a boat ride with the kidlet along as a two-year-old chaperone. A whirlwind tour of all the delights of a stunning city, and Quatre had carefully orchestrated it so they were never actually alone again, apart from the few minutes when they'd said goodbye. 'Yeah, he'll give himself a heart attack one of these days if he doesn't slow down a bit,' Duo agreed, pulling out of the airport. 'I saw him on the news, talking about that new mining venture. Pretty bad publicity for WEI, huh, all those protests? I thought he gave a good interview.' 'He's pissed about it,' Trowa nodded. 'Said there was nothing he could do; that he wanted to pull out of the whole project but his board wouldn't let him.' Duo shook his head. 'God, I love the guy, but seriously, he needs to grow a pair and work out that he can't actually please every single person in the known universe. So, in the middle of all this, you find a little window to tell him about us carrying on, as Wufei calls it?' 'Yeah, the first night. He knew, though.' 'Shit, seriously?' Duo caught his lower lip in his teeth and bit down. 'Who told him?' 'He didn't say. Not exactly a shortage of suspects, is there? We haven't been all that discreet. You haven't spoken to him then?' 'He left a couple of messages; we keep missing each other. I've kind of been waiting for you to get back to suss things out first. So, what's the deal? Did we get his blessing or what?' 'He said he's happy for us,' Trowa said carefully. 'I think it was a bit of a surprise though. That it was serious.' 'We're serious, are we?' 'I am anyway.' Duo took one hand off the wheel and reached over to squeeze his knee. 'Me too.' 'Good,' Trowa said, meaning it. He'd expected Duo to want a blow-by-blow account of his trip and every word he and Quat had said to each other; instead, he just seemed happy to have Trowa back. 'So, how've things been here? You've moved into your new place?' 'Day after you left, yeah. Still haven't got 'round to doing much unpacking and stuff. It's great being in the centre of town though. You'll have to stay over some night; we could go out to a club or something. If you wanted.' 'I guess,' Trowa said, trying to sound a bit more enthusiastic than he felt. 'Not much happening otherwise,' Duo went on. 'Just work stuff. Oh, I met 'Fei on Tuesday for lunch.' 'How'd that go?' 'You know. I grovelled at his feet, and he admitted he'd been a bit out of order himself. We're friends again, anyway. He wanted to know if we'd have dinner with him and Zechs some night. I said I'd check with you.' 'Sounds good. Kind of a double date, yeah? I've never done that.' 'Wowsie,' Duo marvelled, sliding Trowa one of those sly, mocking grins. 'Something Trowa Barton hasn't done.' Trowa laughed. 'Well,' he qualified, 'not unless 'Fei's become a lot more adventurous in the past few months and there's going to be an orgy after dinner. I've done that.' Duo choked. 'You have? Oh, God. Maybe I don't want to know.' 'Not an orgy, exactly. Does a threesome count?' 'Honest? How? Where?' 'Two guys I met in a club, ages ago. They were together; I think they just fancied spicing things up a bit.' 'I bet you did that, all right.' Duo had his eyes fixed on the road, very determinedly, but his cheeks were faintly stained with colour. 'I tried to give satisfaction,' Trowa said demurely. 'I can imagine.' He pulled off the highway on to the coast road, and Trowa took a deep breath. Almost home now. It was a glorious day; the sea sparkling below them and seagulls wheeling overhead. 'God, Tro. Is there anything you haven't done?' 'Duo, no offence, but you're not exactly a blushing virgin yourself.' 'Yeah, I know that, but...fuck. You're like this been there, done that guy when it comes to sex. I've never done half the stuff you have. A quarter, even.' He lifted one hand, and swept some loose hairs behind his ear. 'Am I...I don't know, boring for you when we're in bed? I sometimes feel I should start watching more porn, or buy up the contents of a sex shop, or hell, go and have a threesome so I know what you're talking about sometimes ...' 'You are joking, right?' Trowa demanded. 'God, Duo. You're amazing, and not boring, not in a million years. You want to experiment, that's not a problem. But you do it with me. Right?' Duo flicked him a teasing little grin. 'Kind of hard to do a threesome with just you.' 'Nope. I'm very flexible. And I move fast. Honestly, I know you think I'm into all kinds of hardcore stuff, but I'm really not. Come on, I was with Quat for years, and he's probably the most vanilla person in the universe. Not like I've got a box of whips and nipple clamps under my bed.' 'I know. I've checked.' Duo pulled up, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and hopped out to open the gate to his driveway. 'So, welcome home, I guess. 'Um, Tro, I hope you don't mind, but I stayed over last night. I was finishing up the mirror, and I kind of lost track of time.' ''Course I don't mind,' Trowa said firmly. He'd had people stay over before. Quatre. Cathy and the girls; Heero and 'Fei a couple of times. Duo, of course. He'd never had anyone stay there without him being there too, but he found he genuinely didn't mind the thought of Duo being there. It was kind of nice. 'It's why I gave you the key.' 'Cool. Oh, before we go in, like I said, I got a bit focused on doing the mirror and stuff, and I didn't really have time to tidy up so the place is a bit of a mess.' 'It's OK, Duo. I don't mind.' He didn't, really. He'd had years of picking up after Quat, who'd always believed that his belongings somehow were capable of cleaning themselves, and flying back to wherever they should have been stored. After that, he didn't care that Duo occasionally left things around. Tools, mostly, probably flea market finds; all old but diligently cared for, and a couple of books and changes of clothes. Sometimes, when Duo wasn't there, he went and touched them, little mementoes of Duo's presence in his life. It was great to be back, really, he thought, watching the top of the lighthouse appear over the tree tops. Great that Duo was with him. Duo opened the door, and then handed him the key. 'You can take this back, now you're home.' 'Keep it, why don't you?' Duo tilted his head. 'Sure?' 'Sure, yeah.' He hadn't really meant it to be all that significant, but it sort of was. Duo looked pleased anyway. 'Handy if you can let yourself in when I'm not here.' 'OK, thanks. So, you hungry? I thought we could maybe do a barbeque or something. I got steaks and stuff.' Trowa shook his head. 'Later, if that's all right, unless you'd rather eat now. I had a tonne of cardboard crap on the 'plane. I'd like to take a walk actually; I've been sitting down for hours; I could do with something active. Just let me dump my bags upstairs and get changed first.' Duo followed him upstairs; despite what he'd said, there was no real evidence of mess; just a small hold-all bag by the front door. 'Yeah, and I want to see this mirror of yours anyway.' He tried to sound keen, but he hadn't wanted the ugly damn thing in the first place, and he'd been hoping Duo would lose interest in it, and he could dump it at the back of a shed or somewhere. His attempt at enthusiasm obviously didn't work; Duo gave him a slightly anxious glance. 'It's OK. If you hate it, I'll find something else to do with it.' 'I'm sure it's fine.' He made a real effort to sound positive; it helped that Duo was walking ahead of him up the stairs and he had Duo's peach of an ass to focus on. 'Listen, do I owe you anything? I know you were talking about going to buy paint and stuff.' 'Actually, I didn't. Just sanded it down. Took ages though; some idiot had actually varnished under the gilt. It was pretty nice wood underneath. Anyway, what do you think?' 'Wow.' Duo had talked before about sticking shells on it; in his head, Trowa had built up a picture of the frame covered with them, the way his nieces had done to the photograph frame they'd made him for Christmas. It was a bloody hideous thing, and he'd be doomed to keeping it on his bedside table for all eternity. The mirror was nothing like that. Duo had stuck one small, perfect shell in each corner, and the un-gilded, unvarnished surface looked like driftwood, weathered by sea water and sunlight. He'd hung it exactly opposite a window, reflecting the sea and sky outside. 'I love it! Seriously, I should pay you something, Duo. It's amazing; you must've spent hours on it.' Duo grinned. 'It was fun. And you've been letting me sleep over here for free.' 'Well, I'm hardly going to charge you rent. Or maybe just in sexual favours.' 'Now that,' Duo said, smirking 'is the best idea you've ever had.' He was suddenly in front of Trowa, fingers lightly resting on Trowa's belt buckle. 'How about you lose these, Tro, huh?' 'Consider them lost. One second.' It actually took longer than that to strip off; his damn shoelaces didn't want to be opened, and Duo wasn't helping, groping and teasing and getting in the way. 'Oh, God.' He didn't know if Duo had planned it, but they were right in front of the mirror; he could look down and see that perfect cock-sucking mouth wrapped around him, or he could see them both reflected perfectly in the mirror if he looked across. He wanted it to go on for days, forever. He came pretty much as soon as Duo swallowed him down. Duo grinned up at him, wiping one hand across his mouth. 'That didn't take too long. Needed it, huh?' 'Been wanting it ever since I left here.' He slumped against the wall, Duo pressed between his legs. 'God, Duo. That was...not boring.' 'Wow.' Duo pressed a kiss to his thigh. 'That's some serious praise there, Barton. For the record, you kind of need to work on your stamina. Maybe hold out for more than two seconds.' 'Maybe I do.' He touched one finger to Duo's swollen lips, remembering where they'd been, what they'd been doing. 'Maybe if my legs can manage to hold me up, I'll take you to bed and see if we can work on that a little bit.' Duo got up, slowly, taking a little detour on the way to nuzzle between Trowa's legs. 'Sounds good to me. Come on.' There were a few signs of Duo's presence in the bedroom; a pair of jeans neatly folded over a chair, and a hairbrush that wasn't Trowa's on the bedside table. It was nice, like Duo belonged there. It actually took him a minute to realise what else was different, that the walls were a whole different colour to how they'd been four days ago. 'You painted?' he asked stupidly, like it wasn't obvious. Duo shrugged. 'Uh, yeah. Found the paint in one of the outhouses, and it looked like you'd tried out the colour in here; there were a few splodges under the window. Um, you like it?' 'Yeah.' He revolved slowly, adjusting to sand-coloured walls instead of stark white. He'd only bought the paint because the guy in the DIY place had been cute, and he'd kind of fancied a little project. He hadn't really bothered to do anything more than that; one of the things he'd put on the long finger 'til he was seriously bored. 'It's great, honestly. It looks totally different.' The colour wasn't the only thing to have changed, actually. He was pretty sure that weathered, sun-bleached oar over the window hadn't been there before, and he did recognise the old seaman's chest at the end of his bed, and the lantern on the window ledge, but both looked like someone had put in some serious work on them. It all looked a bit like an interior-décor picture in a magazine on seaside living or whatever. 'I just fiddled around with stuff a bit,' Duo muttered, one shade short of defensive. 'Anything you don't like, I can chuck out.' 'I do like it.' He was almost sure of that, and he was good at adapting to stuff anyway. Or ignoring it. He hadn't really thought that Duo would be the sort to want to play house, but maybe all those years of never daring to touch anything in Heero's shrine to IKEA had got to him. He kissed Duo, just to get the message across, walking them both across the floor until he got Duo pushed down on to the mattress. That, at least, didn't look like it had changed. He definitely, very definitely, belonged in the bed. Trowa took his time undressing him; not at all what Duo wanted, moaning and thrusting against him. He weathered it, biting his lip against his own desire, and focusing on small steps. Getting Duo naked and ready and pausing every now and then for a deep kiss. 'Not the only one who needs to work on his stamina, am I?' he demanded, finally arching over Duo, and Duo honest-to-God sobbed. Oh, God, he loved this; the way Duo's whole body shuddered when he finally slid inside, the way he reached up to meet him. The feel of him. The way all those muttered curses gradually became sighs of pleasure, and then that one high, sharp cry of bliss. It took a while, after, to float back down to reality, drifting in a sea of rumpled, stained sheets, with the late afternoon sun gilding their bodies. For both of them, he thought; at least Duo seemed happy enough to lie beneath him, letting Trowa's lips move over his body. Quatre's skin was palest ivory and alabaster; flawless. Duo had a constellation of freckles - utterly kissable; lickable - across his back, and some scattered across his arms and legs. A little dark, velvety mole on his right shoulder that was like a magnet for Trowa's lips. And scars, mostly faded by now, but you could see his past, carved and etched into his body. It made him very real, somehow. He kissed his way down Duo's chest, lingering on his nipples, his navel, that little freckle just below it, and then down again, taking Duo in his mouth. 'You like that, huh?' 'Touching you when you're soft?' Trowa lifted his head slightly, rested his chin on Duo's left thigh. 'Oh, yeah. I love it. Love the taste of you, the way you feel. Everything.' Duo made a face. 'Not loving the way I feel so much. I'm fucking leaking.' 'Mmm.' Trowa slid one hand under him, slipped a finger easily into him. 'Mmmmm. So you are. I like it.' 'You would, you perv. Tro, seriously, you have got to get some sort of bathroom up here. I need to clean up.' 'There's a whole sea out there. Actually, you ever had sex on the beach?' 'As in the drink, or actual sex?' 'As in, actual sex. It's a gorgeous day; I've been stuck in airports or on planes since five am. It'd be nice to get out for a bit, get some air.' 'So, you have some kind of outdoor sex fetish you've been hiding?' Duo asked later as they made their way along the shore. 'Not exactly. I wouldn't have a problem with acquiring one though.' Not in the least, he thought, giving Duo an admiring glance. Oh, he could think of plenty of places where it would be fun to indulge in a little outdoor sex. The cover they were heading to; a waterfall deep in the forest; a little clearing that was a haze of bluebells this time of year. 'If you don't have anything on tomorrow, we could maybe go for a hike up into the hills a bit?' 'Yeah, cool. Oh, I like this,' he approved, standing to take in the view; the little half-moon of sand leading down to the water. 'Still not sure about the whole going swimming thing. Won't it be cold?' 'It's all right.' Trowa put down his rucksack and spread a blanket in the shelter of a large rock. 'I've been swimming for the last month or so. It's OK when you get in.' 'You mean once your nerve endings go numb?' Duo teased. 'Something like that. It's great though. Invigorating. And it's been sunny enough for the past couple of weeks; should, the water should have warmed up a bit. Come on, give it a try. If it's too cold, you don't have to stay in.' Duo shrugged and then took his t-shirt off. 'You doing the whole skinny dipping thing, yeah?' he asked, watching Trowa strip. 'Yep.' Trowa grinned at him, and then steeled himself to dash into the waves. He swam a couple of brisk laps, from one side of the little cove to the other, and then treaded water, watching Duo's splashy, jerky progress. He hadn't lied about not being much of a swimmer. Trowa considered giving him a few tips and then thought better of it. He'd been there on a few different occasions when Heero had offered advice; on better ways to fly a Gundam; to garrotte someone; to make a toasted cheese sandwich. It hadn't gone down well. Duo essayed something that was maybe meant to be the back stroke, and came up spluttering, just as Trowa was considering diving down to rescue him. 'Told you I was pretty crap in the water.' 'You're mostly staying afloat, that's the main thing,' Trowa told him. 'Maybe try to keep your legs straighter. Here, watch. Like this.' He was very tentative at first, giving instructions, not wanting Duo to think he was being controlling or condescending, but Duo seemed happy enough to be helped, just a bit, especially when Trowa came up with the idea of kisses as incentives. The swimming got forgotten fairly soon after that, and they ended up lying on the sun-warmed blanket, curled around each other. 'Duo, listen,' he said suddenly. 'You do know that nothing happened with me and Quat, right?' Duo grinned, kissing the tip of his nose. 'I kind of guessed, since you didn't run off to L4 with him or whatever. Bet he tried to make something happen though?' 'I wasn't going to tell you this.' He definitely hadn't meant to, but ....it seemed right suddenly. Honest. 'He kind of propositioned me.' He'd expected fireworks, but Duo just nodded. 'C'mon, Tro. Not like I couldn't have guessed. Like it's not what he always does when he sees you.' 'You don't mind?' 'Well, I'm not exactly ecstatic,' Duo said dryly, and then leaned in and kissed him. 'And I sort of hope it happened before you told him about us.' Well, sort of. 'Before I told him we were serious,' he offered. 'Don't worry; I'll talk to him. Let him know you're off limits. And I assume you turned him down flat, since you're here now with me.' 'Yeah,' Trowa said, more than a bit breathlessly. 'You want to try out the whole sex on the beach thing?' ~ * ~ |
