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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 49: After we'd showered, and then taken another shower to wash off the first shower, the food had to be reheated. I was also going to have to look into installing a bigger water heater. Wufei had generously said that I could hold on to the futon, which I'd moved into the living room to make space for the bed, so we settled on that, Quatre leaning back against me with the plate on his lap. This was perfect, the stuff dreams were made of. It was a good dream; the idea this could become a regular thing. Something I could look forward to coming home to. I'd filched a couple of scented candles from the surgery - one of the nurses had bought a box to cover up the smell of disinfectant in the waiting room - so the room looked all romantic and smelled of cinnamon. Quatre smelled great too; snuggled close enough for e to smell the shower gel he'd used, and I was wondering if I could wait until we actually got into the bedroom for round three. 'Mmmm. This is so good.' 'The food is really good too,' Quatre informed me, all demure, downcast lashes and dancing eyes. 'Isn't it just?' God, he was totally adorable like this. Sated and relaxed and just a little bit naughty, hand-feeding me bits of rice and chicken and then licking the sauce off his fingers. If this kept up, no way would I be able to hold out 'til we got to the bedroom, new bed or not. Still, we had all night and all the next day. There wasn't any hurry. Even the 'phone ringing wasn't enough to disturb the mood. Not until it clicked into the answer machine and I heard my best friend yelling at me. 'Trowa. Pick up. This is important,' Wufei shouted into the room. 'If you're there, I seriously need to talk to you.' Shit. I was going to have to answer or he'd just keep ranting. Untangling myself from Quatre, I stood up and picked up the damn thing. 'What's wrong? It better be important. I've got Quatre here and we're sort of in the middle of something.' 'You were together for the last three days,' he sniffed. 'I would have thought you'd had enough of each other at this point.' 'Oddly enough, no.' I grinned over at Quatre who was sucking up noodles in the most lascivious manner imaginable. 'I don't think I can ever get enough of him. Now, what's the problem?' 'I've just had a telephone call from my grandmother. One of my idiot cousins told her about the dog show that's taking place on Sunday, and she wants me to enter Nataku. Apparently there is a special class for oriental breeds, and Mrs. Lek is entering her Tibetan Terrier. Do you remember how those two are always trying to outdo one another?' I groaned. 'I remember you getting into trouble at home because one of the Lek granddaughters got a better result than you in a test.' 'Exactly. They're constantly trying to get one up on the other. It's ridiculous.' Yeah, and he's not remotely competitive or anything. 'You know what Nataku's like, Trowa. I can't possibly enter her in a pet show. She'll bite the judge and attack the other dogs and Heaven knows what else. I'll probably end up getting arrested for bringing a vicious dog into a public place. I only have a couple of days and I need you to help me with training her.' 'Why don't you ask Zechs to handle her for you in the show? She got on really well with him last time.' 'He's in Paris for the next two weeks. Anyway, I couldn't presume on his kindness again.' 'He's coming home for the weekend, isn't he? Quatre said he's invited to the dinner party on Friday.' 'What?' he demanded. 'I specifically told Quatre that I didn't want him meddling in any of this.' 'Yeah, good luck with that one. He's not great at doing what he's told.' I winked over at my cute little blond and he made a face. 'Anyway, I don't get why it's a big deal. You told Zechs you're not interested in him; end of story. It doesn't mean you can't have dinner together in the same house. It might work out well, actually; you can ask him about the dog show without contacting him out of the blue.' 'I suppose you're right,' he sighed gustily. 'The show is on Sunday though; it seems rather late notice to ask him on Friday evening. I could email him, but that looks like I've found a truly pathetic excuse to get in touch.' 'How come you have his email address?' 'He told me he was planning to visit an exhibition of antique Chinese weaponry at the Louvre. I was interested, and he offered to mail me some photographs, which he did. He is actually quite knowledgeable about oriental history and culture.' He said the last bit almost grudgingly. 'Is he? Listen, I think Quatre wants to have a word with you.' Well, I thought that was what the bouncing around and gesturing meant. 'I'll put him on for a second.' 'Wufei? I'm so sorry for all of this.' Quatre had his most innocent expression firmly in place. 'I hadn't originally planned to invite Zechs, but then he told me he was coming home this weekend anyway and he knew I was planning a party. If it's too awkward for you, I'll understand if you'd rather not come. Or I could ask if he'd mind not attending. He's only flying in on Friday evening; he's probably going to be too tired anyway.' 'That won't be necessary,' Wufei said quickly. 'We're both adults. As Trowa says, there's no reason why we can't meet occasionally.' 'I know he'll be delighted to help with Nataku if he can. Would you like me to ask him? Perhaps the two of you could meet up on Saturday and spend some time training her? I don't think he has any other plans.' 'Quatre, enough,' Wufei warned him. 'Please. I'm more than capable of organising that myself.' 'Of course you are. I'll see you on Friday then. Do you want to talk to talk to Trowa again? All right, see you soon.' He handed me back the receiver, along with a perky little smile. 'I can't wait to see them together, can you? They'll be an utterly adorable couple.' I shook my head, settling against the cushions and pulling Quatre into my arms. 'You're unbelievable. What would you have done if he'd said he didn't want to go to your party? Where would your all your matchmaking plans have been then?' My boyfriend snorted loudly. 'Don't be silly. There was no way he would have said that. Once I offered him a way out, he was far to proud to accept it. If they can just sit down and talk to each other for an hour or so, without Wufei feeling pressured, I bet they'll get along wonderfully.' 'And just how are you going to manage that?' 'Oh, I'll think of something,' Quatre said breezily, and then twisted around to look at me. 'What's the matter? I thought you wanted that too.' I shrugged. 'I don't know, Quatre. To be honest, I'm not sure if either of them is all that interested. And I'm not sure if Wufei even wants to be in a relationship right now. He's very tied up with work, and he's got Nataku to deal with.' 'But that's precisely why he needs someone,' my boyfriend argued. 'Zechs would be so good for him. 'Maybe. I told you about his ex, right? He was really badly hurt.' 'I know. But that was years ago. Surely he's been out with other people since then?' 'No one serious, as far as I know. He was really messed up by this guy when he was a kid. I told you some of it; Wufei was only just nineteen, he was really shy, still getting to grips with being gay, with the thought of having to tell his family. He had zero experience, and that bastard Khushrenada totally took advantage of him. Wufei thought he was great; the youngest guy who'd ever been made partner in his law firm, and he'd won a couple of pretty high profile cases against major corporations who'd been screwing over their employees. Wufei's a real sucker for that sort of stuff, you know; justice winning out. He was over the moon that he was assigned to be Khushrenda's assistant for work experience and then they ended up in bed. Wufei thought it was the real thing, soul mates forever and all that, and then the asshole just dropped him overnight and moved on to someone else.' Damn. I hate talking about all this. Wufei had been so happy for those few weeks, utterly convinced he'd found his Mr. Right, and unwilling to listen to anything that Sally or I said. 'Poor Wufei,' Quatre said softly, putting his plate on the floor and curling up beside me. 'Trowa, that man he was with, was his full name Treize Khushrenada? I've met him; he's horrible.' 'How the hell do you know him?' 'I don't know him exactly. He was at the party last week, the one I went to with Relena, and…' 'And what?' I demanded. Fuck, if that bastard had tried anything on with Quatre, if he'd so much as looked at him, I'd kill him. No way was I going to let Treize bloody Khushrenada fuck with another person I cared about. 'Nothing really. Well, no, I suppose it was something. He asked me out.' 'He what?' 'I didn't accept if that's what you're thinking!' 'Quatre. I never thought that for one second. I was just curious to know exactly how you'd shot him down.' 'Oh.' He gave me a small smile. 'I'm not sure if there was actual shooting. I just told him I had a boyfriend, and that I took my relationships very seriously. That was all.' He shivered slightly, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. 'It was rather unpleasant. He was so very confident that I'd want to be with him. 'Why didn't you tell me any of this?' 'I don't know, really. I suppose I just didn't want to think about it.' 'Never mind.' I kissed his forehead. 'You don't need to waste your time thinking about someone like him. How about if I distract you a little bit?' 'I'd like that.' His lips curved into a deliciously kissable smile. 'Do you remember we said that we'd have to give the futon a proper farewell party? We could do that.' 'Oh, I forgot to tell you. Wufei said he doesn't want it back; apparently he's bought a couple of new bookcases and he doesn't really have room, so I get to keep it. What we could do is to give my new bed a proper welcome home party. Would that be OK?' 'Oh yes!' He let me pull him upright and lead him into the bedroom, and then started to laugh. I didn't blame him. Neither of us had thought to take measurements of the bed, in relation to the room size. It just about fit in, but there wasn't much room for anything else. I'd had to move my wardrobe into the hallway, and I couldn't open the lower drawers on the dresser. 'You should have been here this morning. The delivery guys took over an hour to get it in here. The mattress is so big that I'm going to have to go out and buy a whole new set of sheets. And I'll be chasing you all over the place.' 'I might let you catch me.' That teasing little smile hovered on his lovely mouth. 'Sometimes.' 'Would this be one of those times?' Quatre leaned up to whisper in my ear, flicking his tongue around the lobe. 'I think I'm already caught, Trowa. Don't you?' God, it was hard to concentrate on anything when he did that. Especially when he bit down gently. I wanted him to do that again. Not just to my ear. 'Looks that way.' I tugged on his hand. 'Come on. You're going to be spending a hell of a lot of time in this bed; it's time for you to get acquainted.' It was amazing to be able to stretch out properly in bed, instead of having to fold myself up like an accordion on the futon. 'God, that feels really good. It's great not having my legs dangling over the edge.' One blond eyebrow lifted. 'Oh? Is that the only thing that feels good?' 'That feels pretty good, too.' I arched into his hand as he slipped it down my chest, sliding deliciously close. Well, I obviously wasn't going to have to chase him. 'Actually, it feels great. It's nice just to lie here and let you do that.' 'Oh!' His hand stilled on my thigh. 'If you're feeling tired, we could always have a nap.' The expression on his face was utterly priceless; a mix of confusion, disappointment and concern. 'Hey. I never said we weren't going to do anything. Just I sort of hoped you'd want to do the hard work this time. There's lube on the table beside you.' He looked at me, teeth sunk into his lower lip. 'Are you sure?' 'Honey, you do realise that we're in bed together and naked and that I'm under you, right? They're usually pretty good signs that a guy is sure. What else can I do to convince you? Put an ad on TV; hire a skywriter; take out a page in the Sanque Times that Trowa Barton really, really wants to have sex with Quatre Winner?' 'All right, all right. I get it.' He laughed softly, resting his head on my chest. 'How do you do that? You always know exactly what to say to make me laugh. I never knew sex could be this much fun.' 'It's meant to be fun. That's sort of the whole point. Who'd want to do it otherwise?' Quatre gave me a resolute little nod. 'So…if I'm going to, ah, do you, is there anything special I need to know?' 'Like, do I have I any weird kinks?' I grinned up at him. He was trying so desperately to be all calm and collected about this. 'Not that I know of. Just go slow at first, OK? It's been a few months since I did it like this. And Quatre, stop taking all of it so seriously. Yeah, it hurts a little bit at the very start, but the rest more than makes up for it.' 'OK.' He took a deep breath, fiddling with the cap on the tube. 'Just tell me if I'm not doing it properly.' 'You'll be great,' I assured him, spreading my legs and tugging him between them. Honey, if you're really uncomfortable with this bit, I can do it myself. Would that help?' 'No. No, it's fine.' He took a deep breath, and then one finger ghosted up my thigh. The first probe made me gasp and he immediately jerked away. 'Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean…' 'It felt good, baby. I swear. Listen, we'll try it this way to start off.' I rolled over on to my stomach, thinking that he'd seemed embarrassed more than anything. Maybe he'd find it easier if we weren't actually looking at each other. There was nothing for a few moments, just the sound of us breathing, and then he surprised me with a little kiss between my shoulder blades and warm, gentle hands coursing down my spine. Oh, now, that was nice. It's hard to beat a cute, naked blond straddling your thighs and fully intent on nothing but your pleasure. He was so damn good at that. I hadn't even realised I was tense until he started working on my shoulders; Quatre wasn't the only one who was nervous. Not that I thought he'd deliberately hurt me or anything, but I wanted him to enjoy the experience as well. 'You know, you could just do that for the rest of my life and I wouldn't complain.' 'Really?' He shifted slightly, then followed the trail of his hands with his mouth, pressing tiny kisses all the way down my spine. 'I thought you wanted more tonight.' 'Hey.' I reached an arm back and caught his hand. 'I don't want anything you're not comfortable with. OK? What are you scared of?' 'That I'll hurt you.' He said it so softly I almost didn't catch the words. 'You won't, baby.' I twisted around to hold him. 'Listen, how about we go back to the back rub for a bit, and you just do whatever you feel comfortable with after that. Deal?' The massage started off very professional, almost clinical, kneading my muscles and just relaxing us both. I tried to hold off the groans of appreciation at first, not sure how he'd take them, but he chuckled, and started to get a little bit more adventurous. I got a dollop of lube squirted in the middle of my back, and his touches became more lingering, as if he was starting to enjoy them too. 'I'll fall asleep if you keep doing that,' I confessed, and got a low laugh in return. 'I'll make sure you don't.' For the first time, his hands strayed below my waist, a feather light brush of fingers across sensitive skin. Yes! I really wanted him to do this; partly for me, partly for him. It was such a damn shame that his hang-ups were keeping him from finding this sort of pleasure; understandable since he'd been hurt himself but it would be great to show him how amazing it could be. He was more than capable of being assertive when he wanted; it wasn't that he was particularly submissive in bed so there was no reason why he shouldn't get the hang of it. 'Oh, that's really, really good, Quatre. Did that massage course teach you how to do this stuff?' 'Just using my initiative.' He sounded pleased and just a little bit smug at the praise, and one finger brushed deeper, not penetrating, just teasing and touching in a slow dance of exploration. Very gentle and tentative but every stroke went just that little bit further, and his other hand had worked itself between my legs, dealing another little massage there. He was getting there, in every sense, starting to realise there was very definite potential for pleasure in all of this. 'You know, you might want to use a little bit of lube if you go any deeper,' I commented, trying to sound all casual and I could practically feel the blush radiating as he apologised. 'I'm so sorry. Of course. So stupid of me.' He didn't stop though, and I gasped as one newly slick fingertip dipped a little further in. 'Oh! Is that all right, Trowa?' 'Great,' I muttered, trying hard to think pure, clean thoughts. Not easy sprawled on my front with my boyfriend's finger up my ass. This was all about Quatre; not me. I wasn't going to come until he was ready. Even if it killed me. 'How does it feel?' 'It's hard to describe. Isn't it? Amazing.' 'How's this?' I clenched my ass about him and his breath caught. 'Try another finger, honey. And see if you can curl them a little bit. You know what you're looking for, right?' 'Yes.' He took it very, very slowly, just like I'd said. Sweet, gentle touches that stroked and caressed and made me want more and more. When he finally hit that particular spot, the sensation had me jerking up off the bed, and almost hitting him on the chin. The little tease laughed softly; he was obviously getting a lot more confident. A third finger slid in, maddeningly slow, and then he was rubbing that spot again. 'Trowa. I, um, I need a condom. Now.' 'Don't bother.' I turned my head back to look at him. I'm serious. You told me you're safe and I trust you. Besides, I really, really want to feel you come inside me. If you hate the idea, we'll use a condom.' 'Oh, OK. I trust you as well.' He swallowed, audibly. 'Would you mind turning over for me? Please?' 'Sure. We'll do this any way you want. But I really need you to do something soon, OK?' 'I think I need that too,' he breathed, sliding my legs wider apart, and slathering more lube on himself. As I felt him enter me, easing in with tender care, he moaned then said, 'Oh, God, Trowa. This is just…' 'Yeah,' I muttered, reaching up to pull his head down. 'Isn't it?' I knew just what he was feeling; that mind-blowing mixture of heat and friction and tightness and connection. I tried to put all that into the kiss, as well as how I felt about him. He was amazing and beautiful and perfect and when he started to move he was even more so. Neither of us lasted too long after that; it was hard to keep any measure of control with Quatre's tongue thrusting into my mouth and those blue eyes gazing into mine, and his body arching into me. Pure possession. 'See? Told you you'd like it. You did, didn't you?' 'Oh, yes,' he panted, collapsing heavily on my chest. 'Yes. Trowa, it was incredible. You were right. I loved it. I love you. Can we do it again?' Oh, God. I'd created a monster. A cute, blue-eyed monster that was all mine. ~ * ~ |
