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"Puppy Love"Written By: Waterliliylf Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights
remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being
made here. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: sap, angst, fluff, Alternating Trowa/Quatre
POV, AU Pairings: 3x4 get together, Background 1x2, 5x6
Summary: quatre gets a new puppy and has ot take
it to the vet. "Puppy Love"
Trowa's POV: Chapter 13: It was a relief when Duo and Quatre came back inside, saving me from an awkward silence that I could have bottled and sold as a weapon of mass destruction. Wufei has never believed in small talk, and Heero obviously didn't either. I was vaguely aware that, as the host, I should be making some sort of effort to get conversation going. On the other hand, if they both felt uncomfortable enough, maybe they would decide to go, and leave me alone with my boyfriend. My boyfriend. Shit. I still couldn't believe I'd just blurted it out like that. I'd planned to cook him dinner and ask him when I'd wined and dined him enough to make him all mellow and receptive. Good food food has always been a good way to get into a guy's pants, let alone his heart. Although I was starting to think that getting into Quatre Winner's heart wouldn't be a bad thing either. It hadn't mattered though. He'd said yes, and then he'd kissed me back with enough enthusiasm to curl more than my toes. Heero and Wufei were having an extremely stilted exchange about dog-training. Apparently they both took their dogs to the same obedience school. 'Of course, Shinigami and I are in the advanced class now,' Heero was saying smugly and Wufei's jaw tightened. I knew that he'd been bringing Nataku to training classes for months, and she still hadn't learned the basics. Or to stop trying to destroy any other life forms who dare to share her environment. Probably fortunately, the other two came back at the point where Wufei was asking why Heero's dog had such a ridiculous name. Pretty rich for someone whose own pet had been named for a Chinese deity. Duo was talking animatedly, which seemed to be his natural state of affairs. Quatre looked preoccupied about something, although he flicked me a little smile as he sat beside me. 'This a cool room,' Duo observed happily. 'See, Heero? Other people besides me use the floor as a storage space too! Could you show me around, Trowa? Ow! I think your foot slipped, Quat. You want to be more careful or you might hurt someone.' He jumped up, ignoring the killer glare that Quatre was aiming in his direction. 'So, Trowa...do I get the guided tour?' 'Sure. It'll only take about thirty seconds though.' And then maybe you'll take your anti-social boyfriend and leave us alone together. 'Oh, you've got a cat!' Duo exclaimed as we walked into my bedroom. Futon room really. Before I could stop him, he had Leo scooped up in his arms, and instead of my cat trying to claw his eyes out, which was his usual reaction to excessive human contact, Leo was snuggling happily against him. 'He doesn't normally let people touch him, especially not strangers.' Leo, being a typically perverse cat, was gleefully proving me wrong; his whole body vibrating with loud purrs as Duo tickled his stomach. Damn. I wanted to do that to Quatre so much. Why the hell couldn' t these people all leave! Maybe if I could just get Duo to come out and say whatever it was he wanted to say, it might speed things along? 'So..is this the bit where you threaten to kill me if I hurt Quatre?' Duo looked taken aback for about two seconds and then he grinned. 'Not exactly. That's Heero's department, but I'd help him dispose of your dismembered body, and I'd give him an alibi.' He hesitated, pulling Leo's whiskers gently, and it occurred to me that maybe Duo Maxwell wasn't quite so confident as he liked to appear. 'Look, I don't want to interfere or anything, but Quat's my best friend, and he really deserves somebody who'll treat him well.' 'I plan to,' I told him firmly, holding his gaze. 'I know I haven't known him for long, but I really like him. And now I've got an extra incentive to treat him like a prince.' 'Good,' Duo set the cat down. 'You seem like a nice guy, and Shinnie likes you.' The smile broadened. 'And Quat does too.' 'Can I ask you something?' I put out a hand to Leo and received a disdainful sniff before he turned his back on me. 'I guess.' 'Quatre's mentioned his last relationship ended badly.. Duo...his last boyfriend wasn't abusive, was he?' Duo bit his lip. 'Don't you think you should be asking Quatre about that?' Ah, shit. 'Of course I should. But I don't think he wants to discuss it, and I'm not going to force a confidence if he's not ready. Look, you don't have to tell me anything, but if someone's hurt him, then I want to know.' 'Simon wasn't physically abusive,' Duo said flatly. 'He was a manipulative, controlling bastard and he totally destroyed what little bit of confidence Quat had after his family had fucked him over. Quatre was totally dependent on him when they broke up, and we were left to pick up the pieces.' Bastard... 'Like I said,' Duo told me, ' this is something you need to talk about with Quat, not me.' I nodded; of course he was right, but it plainly wasn't a subject Quatre was comfortable with, and I didn't know him well enough to pressure him. When we got back to the kitchen, Wufei and Heero were both standing, plainly ready to leave. 'Oh, by the way, Quat, are you still meeting Zechs tomorrow?' Duo asked as we stood in the porch. Quatre shook his head. 'Not any more. He called me yesterday; he's going to be in Paris for another couple of days.' Duo grinned. 'Or in some cute French guy, huh? Well, if you guys aren't doing anything tomorrow, we were going to do a barbeque for lunch. The weather forecast is pretty nice, if you fancy coming over?' Quatre glanced at me, and I shook my head. 'Sorry, Duo; I've taken too much time off this week; I have to work all day tomorrow.' Plus I'm trying to take next weekend off so I can take your best friend away somewhere nice and private away from all of these distractions....and maybe work on lowering his resistance a little bit....
In the flurry of goodbyes, we somehow all got to the door, and I strongly fought the urge to slam the door on their retreating backs and barricade us inside. Instead, I waved politely until they pulled away and then pulled Quatre into my arms and just held him. 'Right, Mr. Winner. Here's the plan for this evening. Either you let me get cleaned up a bit, and we'll go out for dinner or else we stay in and I'll cook for you. Which would you prefer?' 'I'd love to stay in.' He hesitated. 'But you've been working all day; you probably don't want to have to start cooking a meal.' 'Right answer.' I kissed him gently on that beautiful mouth. 'Don't worry; I'll just make something very quick and simple. You like salmon, don't you?' He looked just a little uncertain. 'Well, yes. But it's your first night in your new home. Are you sure you wouldn't rather go and celebrate?' 'I can celebrate just as well here with you. I'd sort of like to cook on my first night in my new place.' Plus I've finally got you alone and I'd rather stay in and enjoy that... I got Quatre installed on a rickety stool by the kitchen table as I started to chop herbs for a pasta sauce. Despite the fact that I'd only just moved in, the place was already starting to feel comfortable. I got us a beer each, put on some music, and started to relax. My first night in my place...with my perfect boyfriend. 'Wow.' Quatre's eyes were huge as he watched me wield the knife on the chopping board. 'Did you learn how to do that at the circus?' I laughed. 'I guess. When I was a kid, my ambition was to be a knife-thrower. I used to practise for hours. It still comes in handy when I'm cutting up stuff.' I rinsed the chopped herbs and stirred them into the sauce and gave hm a spoonful to taste. 'This is delicious, Trowa. How did you learn to cook like this?' 'At the circus, mostly. We had a big communal kitchen and everyone took turns helping out. When I moved in with Dad and Cathy, I did most of the cooking. I don't think my Dad even knew how to turn on the stove, and Cathy can heat up canned soup but that's about it.' 'I'm rather like that,' he admitted. 'I've been living mainly on toasted sandwiches since Duo moved out.' 'Then I'll have to teach you a few things.' Yeah, and I might even show you how to cook one day if we're really bored. 'Can you hand me the parsley? No, the other one; the one on the left. Thanks. I just need to add this and then we're done.' I gave the sauce one final stir, and set it to simmer, placing the marinaded salmon under the grill. 'Now, can I get you another beer? Or I can open some wine, if you'd prefer?' 'I shouldn't, really. I still have to drive home later.' 'No, you don't.' There; I'd said it. For once, my brain and my body were in perfect agreement. All of me wanted him to stay. 'You could sleep over and see how much you like my..futon. If you liked.' 'I can't, Trowa, not tonight.' Damn. Still, at least he sounded genuinely regretful about it. 'It's Dorothy's first night in my house. I can't leave her alone, and then there's Maggie; she's used to sleeping in my bed.' I could get used to sleeping in your bed too... 'I think I'm starting to feel jealous of your dog.' 'You don't have to be.' His big blue eyes danced gleefully as he slid off his stool, wrapping both arms around my waist and brushing his lips across the back of my neck. 'I've never done this with Maggie.' 'I should hope not. Or I'd have to report you to the proper authorities.' 'Mmm?' He let me a feel a little flick of his tongue against my skin. 'This is nice. I've never had a boyfriend cook me dinner before.' Get used to it. Like I could get used to having you around.. 'It is nice,' I affirmed. He just kept surprising me, didn't he? Athough if the evil ex had been as controlling as Duo claimed, maybe he needed to be the one in charge? And I was quite happy to go along with that; quite happy to go alone with whatever he wanted. 'You know, if you keep doing that, there isn't going to be any dinner.' I grabbed the grill just before the salmon started to smoke, and hoped he didn't mind his food being rather on the well-done side. 'It might be worth it.' He pulled back a little, resting his head against my back. 'I don't have to go for a while yet. Maybe after dinner, we could give your futon a ...preliminary trial. Furniture compatibility is very important.' Dinner was a bit of a non-event after that. It was hard to cook with a blond distraction snuggled up against me. Quatre praised my cooking politely, as he pushed his charred salmon and overcooked pasta around his plate, and occasionally even lifted a forkful to his mouth; I apologised for the food being pretty inedible. I think we lasted maybe five minutes at the table, and he was the one who stood up first. It was still hard to believe that I'd enticed my dreamy blond into my bed - well, my best friend's futon, to be exact - so easily. That I had him sprawling under me on top of my mismatched flannel sheets. Quatre was every bit as gorgeous as I'd imagined, and I'd spent a significant portion of the past week imagining just what he'd look like minus clothing. Not that he was minus all of it, unfortunately, but he'd let me pull down his jeans, and he'd tugged off his own shirt somewhere during our exodus from the kitchen. God, but his skin felt good against mine; taking my cue from him, I'd left just my briefs on and that was probably for the best. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle us both being totally naked at this stage. I wasn't sure exactly how far he wanted to go, however comfortable he was starting to feel with me, and there was no way I was going to abuse that trust. He had the most sensitive nipples in creation; writhing on the bed when I used my tongue and practically jerking off the mattress when I started to suck. OK, maybe jerking off wasn't the best phrase to get lodged into my mind. There was still no reason to start harbouring unrealistic expectations. Even if we were both next door to naked, and quite plainly enjoying the fact. He'd made it very clear to me just what his boundaries were and I had no intention of overstepping them until he told me otherwise. Even if it was starting to be impossibly hard, in every meaning of the word, and if he was being far more adventurous than I'd dared to imagine. I let him flip on top and glide his sweet, sweet way down my chest, lavishing my skin with all sorts of attention from that gorgeous mouth and those fingers which had an unerring knack of finding my most sensitive spots. 'Trowa,' he gazed appealingly up at me, and then his stunning blue eyes shifted, focusing between my legs, and one hand finding out just how - hard - I was finding this. Oh, dear God, please don't let me have the wrong end of the stick this time....after all he'd said about wanting to take things slowly, surely he wasn't offering to go down on me, just like that...
Slowly, Barton. You know he doesn't want to rush things. He probably means something totally different and you're just misinterpreting all the signals and he'd be furious if he knew what you were thinking....
I managed a jerky little nod; still not one hundred percent what I was agreeing to, but whatever he wanted was fine. And if he really wanted to put that gorgeous mouth in close proximity to my cock, then I wasn't going to stop him. Then he clarified matters by tugging down my briefs and swallowing me down fully, and proving that my angelic-looking boyfriend knew his way around a very competent blowjob. He was just a little hesitant, after that first move, which somehow made it all the more appealing, but he definitely knew all the right things to do with his fingers and his hot, swirling tongue and he could deep-throat like his life depended on it. Wow. After I'd come, I somehow pulled myself together to shift between his legs and slide down his silky blue shorts. God, he was just as fine and elegant there as everywhere else. Perfect all over. And very definitely a natural blond. 'May I?' I felt him laugh softly as I echoed his earlier request, and then rolled him over to pay back the favour, taking my time about it. Mapping out all the little places that made him moan and gasp and squirm and beg and he panted my name when I finally let him climax. 'Thank you,' he said softly, tucking himself against my side, and sliding an arm around my waist. Damn, but that felt good. Such charming manners. 'Thank you, honey. You were incredible.' The cutest little smile drifted across his face. 'I really hate to say this, but I should be going soon.' I hated the idea of him going. On the other hand, I could get very, very used to the idea of him coming like that on a regular basis. And if he stayed for a bit, we could have a little sleep and then maybe go for round two. 'Stay for just a little bit longer, OK? It's still pretty early.' 'OK,' he sighed and snuggled closer. I don't know which of us dozed off first; a long day capped by mindblowing sex tends to do that to a guy. Quatre woke me in the most pleasant way possible, flicking his tongue gently around my ear. 'Trowa? It's after ten. I'm so sorry, but I really have to go now.' 'Mmmm,' I dragged myself out of bed, and followed him out to the hall, yanking my jeans on as I went. He spun around at the front door to kiss me goodbye, showing me just how sorry he was that he had to go. 'You'd better leave now, honey, or I'll drag you back to my bedroom and this time I'll never let you go.' But I'll make you come as often as you possibly can. 'Really?' He looked positively enchanted, the little minx. 'Really,' I growled, grabbing him and wrapping both arms around him, tightly enough to make him squeak. Damn, but it felt good. I'd never really seen the point of hugging before; something you endured from relations and female friends, but I could get to like the feel of Quatre in my arms. 'It's not doing much for my ego, you know, that you're abandoning me to spend the night with a girl and a dog.' 'I'd prefer to spend it with you.' He stroked the bangs back from my forehead with one hand. 'May I call you in the morning?' 'Sure. I have to be in work by seven, but you can leave a message if I'm busy and I'll call you back.' And maybe we could schedule another futon experiment? ~ * ~ |
