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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 43: 'Wow.' The house at Nova was nothing like I'd expected. By the time we finally reached the end of the mile-long driveway, stopping for Quatre to enter security codes at no less than three sets of electronic gates, I was prepared for some sort of castle. Instead, it was a long, low, white-washed building, complete with dark blue shutters and colourful window-boxes, glowing in the sun. 'It's great. Nothing like I'd been imagining. It's just like a family house. 'It is really. It belonged to Zechs' mother before she was married. She kept it on as a holiday home. When we were children, we used to come here in the summer, Zechs and Relena and I. Aunt Daisy loved it here; she never really got used to all the protocol of living in the palace.' 'I love how you call Queen Marguerite of Sanque Aunt Daisy.' He smiled faintly. 'Well, she was almost like a second mother to me. She used to write to me every week when I was sent to school, and she even flew out to a couple of my school concerts.' Which his parents had never bothered to go, I guessed. 'I was devastated when she died.' 'Poor Quatre.' I leaned over and kissed his mouth gently. 'It's OK.' He summoned up a smile for me, and then surprised the hell out of me by sliding into my lap and proceeding to give me a very deep, possessive kiss. 'You know, I'll definitely want to come here again, if this is what I get on arrival.' Sure, we were here to have sex, but it was still a pleasant surprise to have him sprawled over me the minute the car had stopped. I couldn't help wondering if he'd consider it romantic if we had our first time in his car. After all, it did have reclining seats. 'Actually, that was just to thank you for the flowers you sent me.' Wow, that bunch of flowers was the best investment I'd ever made. 'You don't have to keep thanking me for them, Quatre. I mean, they must be half-dead by now.' I'd have to remember to get him some more after we got home. I'd get that girl, Hilde, to make up some really special arrangement. He gave me an odd glance. 'Oh. I meant the ones you sent me this morning. The red roses.' 'What? I never sent you any red roses. Duo told me you didn't like them.' 'Really? That's so odd. Someone sent me an enormous bouquet this morning, and I was sure they were from you.' 'Nope. Looks like you've got some sort of secret admirer.' 'Oh! I don't imagine so. It was probably some sort of mistake. Please, don't be jealous Come on. I'm dying to show you around.' OK, he obviously didn't want to talk about it. Hmm. Not that I was too keen on some anonymous guy sending my boyfriend flowers, but he was my boyfriend. He was here, with me. And I'd been the one who got the thank you. Before I'd said anything, he'd already slipped out the car and God, he looked great, standing there in the sunshine. He'd felt pretty damn good, too, pressed against me. The blue t-shirt exactly matched his eyes, I'd noticed the new jeans already; a bit more fitted than was usual for him, and cut low enough on his hips that when he'd bent over to carry my bag to the car, I'd caught a tantalising glimpse of pale flesh. Just show me our bedroom, honey. I'll be happy with that. Inside was lovely; Quatre gave me a whirlwind tour and just enough time to register gleaming wooden floors, long, comfortable couches, and bits of driftwood and shells everywhere before sweeping me upstairs. He was in one of his hyper moods, talking so fast I wasn't quite catching every word. 'I thought we'd take this bedroom, if it's all right with you?' Did he think I was going to start quibbling over the interior decorations or something? The room was perfect in that it had a nice, big bed. What more did we need? 'It's fine.' Since he obviously expected more, I added a few comments about the cute little fireplace, and the skylight over the bed, and the balcony overlooking the sea. 'I thought we might go down to the beach for a little while,' he suggested tentatively. 'I'm sure you'd like to stretch your legs a bit and get some fresh air, after sitting in the car for so long.' Right. Walking wasn't quite the exercise I would have personally chosen, but if it was what he wanted…. Still, a stroll in the fresh air might help to calm him down a little bit. 'Why not? I just need to go to the bathroom. See you downstairs in a minute?' 'OK. I have some things I need to put in the refrigerator anyway.' 'Fine. And Quatre?' He paused in the doorway, head tilted to one side. 'Try to relax a little bit, hmm? This is supposed to be fun.' 'Sorry! I think I'm just a little nervous.' No shit. 'I just want this to be…' 'Perfect,' I supplied. 'I know. It will be. It is. The two of us alone in this gorgeous place. I can't think of anything better.' OK, the two of us naked on the bed - naked any damn place - would be way, way better, but apparently we first had to go through the motions of exploring and admiring the scenery. 'Trowa?' he called from downstairs when I came out of the bathroom. 'Would you mind bringing my jacket down please? It's a little chilly outside. It's in my bag; it should be on top of everything else.' 'No problem.' As soon as I opened his bag, I saw his pale blue fleece. Lying on top of it was an unopened box of condoms. With a little yellow post-it note on top. And the message 'Have fun'. Well, the sneaky little minx! All that coyness and talk about getting some fresh sea air had been a set up. Brat. For the space of about three seconds, I considered calling his bluff, pretending I hadn't seen the things. Yeah, right. There was no way I'd be able to carry off something like that. It wouldn't be polite anyway. He'd gone to all the trouble of staging this little scene. The least I could do was play along. If Quatre Winner was expecting to come upstairs to find a naked boyfriend ready to satisfy his every whim, then that was what he would get. 'Hey? Quatre? I can't find your jacket anywhere. Can you come up and help me look for it?' 'I'll be up in a sec.' that comment had me grinning to myself, wondering if the double entendre was intentional. I was up already, in every imaginable sense. 'I was sure I'd packed it,' he was rambling on as he walked upstairs. 'But I was in rather a rush this morning; perhaps I left it out.' 'Or perhaps you didn't think you'd be outside enough to need it?' I quirked a smile at him as he walked into the bedroom. I tossed the box of condoms in the air and caught it. 'Nice way to proposition me, honey! Though I think you're a little over-dressed at the moment, don't you?' 'Trowa!' He was crimson, as I'd pretty much expected, but it seemed to be from more than embarrassment, judging by the way he was glaring at me. 'I know we were planning to - to sleep together here, but I didn't think you'd expect to pounce on me the moment we arrived! Quite frankly, I find it rather disrespectful.' 'Excuse me?' I blinked at him. 'You're the one who started all this, leaving these for me to find along with that suggestive little note. Very cute. But I think you can stop playing the hard to get act now, don't you?' Yeah, let's just get on with the playing. 'I did not leave those things for you,' he gasped, affronted. 'Don't you ever think of anything but sex? What did you think; that I'd be ready for a quick fuck the minute we got here? Is that the only reason you're here; the only thing you want from me?' Oh, God. Here we go again. Another of those weird Twilight Zone moments. Hell, maybe the guy was on drugs, or had some kind of split personality disorder. Great, Barton. You really know how to pick them. 'These things,' I lobbed the little box over to him, 'were lying on top of your jacket, the jacket you asked me to fetch for me. With the note attached. I sure as hell didn't put them there. So you tell me, Quatre, did they just materialise out of thin air?' Shit. Shit. Why could the universe not give me a freaking break for five minutes? Quatre wasn't saying anything, just staring at the box in his hand like it was filled with radioactive cockroaches. 'What? You've changed your mind about wanting to sleep with me, is that it? Fine, you could just tell me, instead of pulling this hissy fit over something that isn't even my fault. Fuck, I'm actually staring to feel sorry for Simon if he had to put up with this crap. No wonder he used to call you a tease if you did this sort of thing to him.' 'I didn't.' He held out the little cardboard box gingerly, 'I think - I think Duo must have put these in my bag for a joke. He carried some things out to my car when I dropped Maggie off with him. This is his writing. I imagine- he never would have thought that you'd open my bag.' 'Brilliant joke,' I said sourly, turning away to look out the window. Damn, ten minutes ago, everything had been fine. Why did everything always have to go so fucking wrong? 'Nice one, Duo.' 'Trowa?' he asked tentatively behind me. 'I'm truly sorry. I just saw what you were holding and I guess I over-reacted.' 'No shit,' I muttered. 'Look, is it so terrible that I want to sleep with you? I was under the impression that we were going to do it anyway. I've gone along with everything you wanted. Don't you think that maybe I should get some say in how things develop as well? Exactly who decided that you were the one who got to call all the shots?' 'I didn't … I didn't think it was like that. We both agreed to wait.' It sounded like he was on the verge of tears; his voice low and tight. 'You're the one who wanted to wait,' I said coldly. 'I'm the one who agreed. Get the facts straight. And no, I didn't mind.' Well, not much. 'You were honest with me from the very start and I respected that. Fine, I went along with whatever you wanted. I assumed we'd be sleeping together this weekend, because that's what you told me. Maybe Duo's little joke backfired, but that's no excuse for the way you reacted. I think you should know by now that I don't just want you for sex. But if that's what you really think, then there's not really any point in us being together, is there? Maybe we should just end it now.' 'No!' he gasped tearfully. 'Trowa, please. I'm so sorry. You're perfectly right, everything you said. I just wasn't expecting…any of this.' 'Any of what? That your boyfriend would want to sleep with you? That at some point this weekend, I'd be naked in this room and holding condoms? Tell me, Quatre. When exactly will the time be right for me to pounce on you, as you put it? What are we waiting for now? Darkness? For the stars to be in some special alignment? Were you planning to sacrifice a chicken and read the entrails? Or do you just have every second of today all scheduled the way you want? Romantic walk on the beach, dinner; sex by candlelight?' 'No.' Even that one little syllable sounded so sad that I had to turn around and look at him. 'I'm sorry,' he said tearfully. 'I'm sorry for everything. I always get everything wrong. I do want to - to be with you. I just thought that there were a couple of things we needed to talk about before…before anything else happens, and I thought it might be nice to have a walk because I felt really relaxed on the beach with you last weekend and I thought it would be easier to talk outside.' Right, more talking. Just what we needed. Damn. I just couldn't seem to keep hold of how angry I'd felt though. Not when he looked like that, his beautiful eyes moist and one tear just about to drip off his lashes. 'It's OK,' I said finally, putting an arm around him. 'What do you want to talk about now?' He lifted his chin, meeting my eyes. 'There are some practical things we need to discuss, don't you think? Positions and - and protection.' Oh, those sort of practical things. Well, I could talk about those. 'Sure.' I sat down on the bed, beside him, my arm around him. 'So you have some kinky position you want to try out with me, is that it? Let me guess, this is more of the bondage stuff, right?' 'No.' He swallowed. 'But we've never even talked about the whole top or bottom thing.' 'What's to talk about? I'm pretty flexible.' I had to laugh at my own pun; he didn't even seem to notice it. 'If you've got some particular preference, then that's fine, but I sort of like swapping around.' He gaped at me, like I'd said something unbelievable. 'Do you mean…you'd want me to go on top?' 'Well, you don't have to or anything. But I like being underneath sometimes, you know. Letting the other guy do all the hard work. Quatre, if you don't want to, then that's fine. Whatever you want.' OK, this was a sudden turn-around. From yelling at him to holding him close and discussing sexual positions, like it was just about to happen. The rational, reasoned part of my brain, the bit that sometimes sounded like it spoke in Wufei's voice, was saying that maybe this going too fast. That first we should talk about whatever the hell had spooked him so badly. But he was leaning against me, letting me run my hands over that gorgeous ass in its tight denim, and asking if I'd let him top me. The rational part hadn't a hope in hell. 'I've just never done it like that,' he admitted quietly. 'Really? So I'll be your first for that?' He nodded, not looking up, and I kissed the top of his head. 'Then I'll have to make it so good you want to try it again. Now, do we need these little guys?' I tossed the packet of condoms in the air. I wasn't sure if we did need them; he'd been celibate for over a year; I was clean; we'd already had oral sex - a number of times - without using protection. 'Just for the record, I had a full medical when I got back from South America. There hasn't been anyone since I got back.' Shit, no wonder I was currently obsessed with sex; that was almost ten weeks ago. There just hadn't been time or opportunity during my locum job out in the sticks. Then I'd met Quatre a couple of weeks after I'd settled back in the city. 'I'm totally healthy.' 'Oh, I know you are,' he assured me, blushing again for some reason I couldn't quite fathom. 'I mean…you look perfectly healthy. I'd just prefer us to…be careful. If you don't mind. It's not you I'm thinking about.' He took a deep breath. 'When Simon and I were together, I'd assumed we were exclusive. I was. The day we broke up, he informed me that he'd been with other people when I wasn't around. He said he'd been careful, but I wasn't really able to believe anything he said at that point.' 'Shit, honey. That's awful. I'm so sorry.' 'I think it was the worst fortnight of my life, waiting for the test results to come through. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I had to take time off work; I don't think I could have got through it without Duo and Zechs being there for me.' Of course, he'd had them; he'd told them. It made me wonder, in that situation, who I would tell, if anyone. It made me envy him for having friends so close there wasn't nothing he couldn't share with them. 'I was fine, luckily. And, well, you know there hasn't been anyone since. I'm sorry, it isn't that I don't trust you. It's just….would you mind if we used these at the start?' 'OK,' I said resolutely, kissing him gently. 'We use these for now. When we get back to the city, we can get a blood test each, just to be totally sure, and once we get the results, we can dump them.' 'Thank you,' he whispered, snuggling against me. 'I'm so sorry about all of this. I know it's pathetic, but I had such a scare.' 'Hey, it's fine. I wish you'd told me before, that's all.' Hell, no wonder he was leery about sex, if his ex had done that to him. 'And stop apologising, 'kay? Or I'll whip your ass.' 'I didn't think you were into that sort of thing,' he gave me a little smile. 'I think you pretty much know what I'm into at this point, and no, it's not SM. Pain's never been much of a turn on for me. Pleasure on the other hand, that's different.' 'Good.' I started off the kiss as slow and sweet and he was the one who changed it into something else. Something more. God, I loved the way he could go from coolly demure to daring and demanding in the space of two seconds. 'Slow down, honey,' I teased gently, gradually inching his t-shirt up, kissing each inch of warm, newly bared skin. 'Don't you want to light some candles first? Put on some nice soft music? Have a bubble bath?' 'Stop it, Trowa!' 'Really? You're sure about that?' I froze instantly, mouth hovering over a nipple, one hand toying with the first button of his jeans, and the other resting on his hip. 'Stop teasing me!' he panted, lifting his hips so I could strip him properly. 'Please. You know what I want.' Well, well. So this was what a year of pent-up sexual frustration looked like. A delicious blond squirming about in my arms and begging for fulfilment. I could get used to having a boyfriend like this. 'Why don't you spell it out for me, honey? We don't want to have any more little misunderstandings. Not now.' Not when it looked like we were actually on target. 'I want you to …to…' he hesitated, and for a second I thought he was actually going to say 'to fuck me'. Then he took a deep breath. 'To make love to me. Please, Trowa.' He had such perfect, perfect manners. Always. 'Just give me a sec.' I had lube thrown into my bag somewhere. I was cursing myself as I rummaged for the damn tube. Stupid, Barton. Why couldn't I have left it on top of my clothes, or even in one of the zipped pockets. Aha, there it was! I didn't want to leave my poor Quatre alone and unfulfilled for too long. He didn't have any intention of being left that way either, by the looks of it, hanging over the bed to watch me throw everything on the floor and then wrapping himself around me the minute I got back to him. 'Hey, take it easy, OK?' I pushed him gently down on to the mattress, feeling like I was wrestling an amatory blond octopus. 'We're going to do this nice and slow. I promise, you'll thank me later,' I added, when he moaned impatiently. 'I know,' he whispered, leaning back against the pillows and letting his eyes drift shut. 'What - what are you doing?' he asked, a few seconds later, lashes flickering open again to watch me rubbing a good dollop of lube between my palms. 'Watching you. Warming this up a little bit before we use it. Trying to get back a little bit of self control so I can make this last. Is that all right?' 'I think it is, yes.' 'That's good.' OK, Barton. Deep breath. Get this bit over with. 'Quatre, I need you to tell me something. Did Simon ever hurt you? You know what I mean.' He didn't answer at once and that was answer enough, really. Shit. It was something I'd suspected, just a little bit, from the start. I had an ex boyfriend before who'd had a bad experience; he'd been very skittish with me too. It had been hard to tell with Quatre; he seemed naturally to be a little shy. He hadn't really had all that much experience; a few flings when he was a teenager, and one relationship, mostly long distance, that had gone wrong. It was a long time since he'd been with anyone at all. As he'd started to relax around me, I thought maybe I'd been mistaken. He wasn't like anyone I'd ever been with before; maybe I'd just been reading him wrong. I'd really, really wanted to believe that. But I'd seen that look in his eyes a couple of times in the past few minutes, like he was scared of something. Scared of me, of what I was about to do to him. And there'd been an edge of desperation to the way he'd touched me, almost like he was psyching himself up to it. 'Quatre?' I prompted gently, as he turned over, hiding his face in the pillow. 'It's all right, love. If anyone ever hurt you, you know it's not your fault, right?' 'Simon didn't, not really.' The words came out muffled. 'Not like you mean. He was just a little rough, sometimes. If he was in a hurry, he wasn't always very careful. He said it was my fault, that I just wasn't responsive enough and that it took too long to get me ready. I - I honestly don't think I'm very good at sex, actually. I'm not sure if I even like it all that much.' 'The bastard.' He actually flinched at my tone. Oh, fuck. Brilliant way to handle this, Trowa. 'Hey. Come here.' He didn't actually protest when I gathered him up, but just lay limp in my arms. 'That is just pure bullshit. You're amazing. Remember what I told you on the beach last weekend? Every word was true. You are unbelievably sexy; come on, remember what happened on the piano stool the other night? If that fuckwit said you were frigid or whatever else it was he told you, then he was the one with the problems. I mean that. Of course, you didn't enjoy sex with someone like that! Someone who wasn't didn't even take the trouble to prep you properly. No one would want that.' He sniffed quietly against my shoulder; I couldn't see the blush, but I could practically feel it radiating against my skin. 'Listen, you've enjoyed the stuff we've done, haven't you? I've made you feel good?' He ducked his head in a jerky little nod. 'That's all
I want, honey. I just want you to enjoy being with me. I'd love to
show you the way it can be, if you'll let me. When you're ready for
that. Or you can go on top to start. Whatever you like. Can you just
trust me a little bit, if I swear I won't hurt you?' ~ * ~ |
