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"Post It Pads"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: More fluff stuff, Eventual Lemon fluff,
Wufei’s kind of a bastard at first but in a very human way. AU/Office
Adventure Pairings: 3x4, 5x2, 1+2, 5x13, 5x13x6, 1x2 Summary: A beautiful delivery boy turns the mundane
life of a corporate suit inside out. "Post It Pads "
Chapter 7 I didn’t waist any time after I left Wufei’s. I called him the minute I got home and asked him to dinner the next Friday. We’d never actually been to dinner with just the two of us before so he asked who else would be there. I’m not sure what he was thinking when I told him it would be just us but he accepted just the same. There was the oddest silence between us for the better part of the night. I knew what my problem was, I wanted to tell him how I felt about him but I didn’t want to scare him away. Maybe he could feel my nervousness, I don’t know, but he was quiet and that was making me even more nervous. I felt like a boy on his first date. Come to think of it, I was a boy on his first date. Sometimes even I forget I’m only seventeen. By the time the check rolled around the silence had become a lead weight that neither of us new how to lift. We squared up the bill, he insisted on paying half in spite of my insistence he let me get it and we left feeling even more awkward than before. I didn’t know what to say to him or how to breach the impregnable quiet that had descended between us so I just drove him home. I felt like such a complete failure as we pulled up in front of his apartment building I couldn’t even look at him so it was a bit of a shock when he suddenly sighed heavily and said. “Why did you do this?” “What?” I asked too quickly to hide my discomfort. “You really don’t have to baby me you know?” Baby him? What was he talking about? “I...” “I know you mean well, Hiiro,” he went on. “But I’m not a child. I don’t need your pity.” “What?” Pity? Oh shit! “I didn’t take you out because...” “Don’t patronize me,” he snipped. “Wha...?” “You’ve done a lot for all of us but don’t you think this is going a little too far?” he said in this kind of broken tone that made me think he might be on the verge of tears. “I know you care,” he went on, the tell tale signs of those tears shining in the corners of those incredible eyes. “But, you don’t have to play the stepping stone just to get me to start dating again,” he cried. “Damn it, Duo that is not how it is!” I confessed. “Then why?” he groaned. “Why are you doing this? I can’t take it, Hiiro,” he sobbed even harder. “I... Damn it, I like you. A lot. More than you want me too.” “That is not true,” I told him resolutely marveling at the way my voice was shaking. “Then… why?” he asked again looking up at me with those beautiful eyes all sparkling with tears and hope and confusion and all at once I just couldn’t stand it anymore. The next thing I knew I had snatched him into my arms and kissed him madly. It felt so damn good to finally give in to the deep seeded need I had bottled up all that time. To feel him melting in my arms was a dream come true and this time I refused to stop at the chaste kiss we’d shared once before. No, I pushed past his defenses and drank deeply from his lips relishing every little sound he made in response until it just wasn’t enough anymore and I found myself digging under his clothes in search of more. I wanted him so damn bad I couldn’t see straight. His skin was so warm and soft, the passion that ignited between us felt like a bomb going off and I wanted nothing more than to burn in the flames forever. Gods, the sound of his voice, the little moans and whimpers as I pushed him deeper into the seat, laying him back as I explored the depths of his desire, it was driving me completely insane. I really didn’t hear it when he started begging me to stop until he actually pushed me off almost violently. “Stop it!” he barked shoving me away with such force I slammed into the driver’s side door in shock. “J… Jesus!” he panted. Oh, damn he looked good enough to eat all disheveled like that! “What the hell’s gotten into you?!” “I…” What?.. Oh, hell what had I done? “You know, if hanging out with us has made you gay curious I can set you up with someone that’d be happy to explore that with you but you don’t do that kind of shit with your friends, Hiiro!” he growled then suddenly he was out of the car and bolting for the door to his building leaving me to stare blankly after him. The frustration that suddenly exploded in my chest was such that I slammed back in my seat so hard I busted it and ended up driving home without its support. How fucking stupid can you get? Well, I was fast finding the limits of that question. He thought I was just curious about male on male sex. He had no clue how I really felt about him and apparently no idea that I even had an inclination in that way. Of course he didn’t. He’s the only one I felt this way for, the only one I wanted to touch. How would he know? I had to show him I was serious about him but that was going to be a lot harder now that I had messed up so badly. I wasn’t about to give up though so I called him the next day to apologize. He accepted the apology but turned me down when I asked him to come with me to a car show that next weekend. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get close to him again if he wouldn’t go out with me but I shouldn’t have worried. Hilde makes sure we all see each other on a regular basis and none of us would dream of turning down her over cooked pasta so I found myself having dinner with them the next Sunday. Quatre and Trowa were there but Wufei and his lot had planned a weekend together out of town to … well... explore their new relationship. I was determined to make Duo understand it wasn’t some passing curiosity that had prompted me to kiss him that night but he was still avoiding me. Trowa caught on pretty early and cornered me in the kitchen to get the scoop. He laughed at me when I told him what happened making it all seem a little less severe. “You two are unbelievable,” he chuckled. “So what’re you gonna do about it?” “I don’t know,” I confessed. “He won’t even talk to me.” “Maybe you should try something besides talking,” he grinned. “That’s what got me into this mess,” I retorted then clammed up as Quatre joined us. “What happened to the drinks?” the blond boy asked in his usual easy manor. “I was just talking to Hiiro,” his lover explained handing him his drink and slipping his arm around his waist to pull him close. “Oh?” the blond boy grinned “Did I miss any juicy gossip?” he chuckled. “Not really,” Trowa replied nuzzling his neck. “Just that Duo won’t give him any,” he quipped causing Quatre to spit his drink out his nose in shock and my chest to freeze up. What the hell was he trying to do?! “Are you serious?” Quatre asked wiping the dribble from his chin. I couldn’t do much but stand there shell shocked by what Trowa had just done. He, however, had no problem nodding his head as he casually nibbled his lover’s ear. Quatre’s eyes took on a dangerous quality all of a sudden before he said “’Scuse me,” and quickly disappeared. “He’ll be yours before sundown,” Trowa grinned taking a sip of his drink as he left me to ponder what had just happened. It made me very nervous the amount of time Quatre spent hovering around Duo for the remainder of the evening. It was even more odd that I was asked to help in the kitchen later. I ended up drying while Quatre washed so he finished before me and left me to tidy up while he rejoined the others. It wasn’t until I came back out of the kitchen that I found the living room empty of everyone but Duo. “Where is every one?” I asked a bit nervously. “They went home,” he told me. “Where’s Hilde?” “Said she wanted to catch a late movie,” he smiled. I just stood there frozen solid wondering how in the hell Quatre had pulled this one off and exactly what I should do with it. “You want a drink?” he asked breaking the odd silence. “Umm yeah... sure. You... don’t mind?” I asked. “My being here with you like this?” “Why would I?” he inquired pouring us a glass of Cheri. “I thought you were angry with me,” I told him accepting my drink. “I was,” he admitted curling those long legs of his up under him as he sat in one corner of the couch. I felt a huge lump rise up in my throat as I mirrored his position on the other end. “You’re ok with me now?” I asked unsure of just what had changed his mind. “Yes,” he smiled. “But you’re welcome to explain it to me if you want.” Explain it. Right. Umm, “Did you really mean it when you said you liked me?” I began feeling the need to clarify that little tid bit of information before I made a fool out of myself again. “Yes,” he confessed taking a sip of his drink. Well that was... uncomplicated. Umm, “I’m sorry I just kissed you like that,” I apologized. “But it wasn’t curiosity,” I explained. He just sat there quietly listening, his face almost an expressionless mask. It was quiet unnerving. “It was because,” I went on catching the soft edges of color in his eyes. “I’ve always liked you,” I forced myself to say hoping beyond hope that he’d understand the true meaning of the words this time. “Since I first saw you when you started delivering to my office. I... I’ve always liked you.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked evenly. “You were involved,” I reminded him. “Then you were healing, and now… now I’m scared shitless your going to reject me,” I confessed. “But believe me,” I went on quickly. “It isn’t just gay curiosity or anything. I really do like you. I just want you to be happy.” “I know,” he smiled sitting his drink down. “I’ve been thinking about that,” he said sliding closer to me along the couch. I felt my damn pulse hammering in my ears as he drew near. “You’ve been looking out for me all along haven’t you” he observed slipping comfortably into my lap. “Always working to make sure I’m alright,” he purred wrapping his arms around my neck, laying that perfect body of his along my chest and hips. Gods, I could feel his heart beat against my skin. “You’re really in love with me aren’t you?” he breathed on my cheek sending a hot flash through me that threatened to rob me of what few working brain cells I had left but I managed a quiet little confirmation to his query. “Yes,” I squeaked making him chuckle warmly. “It’s alright,” he whispered just over my lips, his sweet scent making my mouth water so bad I had to swallow to keep from drowning. “Cause I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too,” he sighed then covered me in a warmth that radiated from where his lips encompassed mine right down to the tips of my toes. I fell into the heat willingly letting it engulf me fully as he poured more and more of himself into me. There was no holding back this time; he kissed me with a confidence that ensured his own surrender. I reflected on our past relationship as I divested his beautiful body, discovering all the hidden treasures that had lain beneath just waiting for me to claim them. I have no idea where Hilde ended up that night but she never returned to the apartment. Once we’d thoroughly worn the couch out I took him to his bedroom and got to work on the bed. It’s odd, I’ve been with women before and we always ended up dozing off after the first couple of times but I just couldn’t get enough of him. It was early morning before he finally lay beside me spent and relaxing in my arms and I still wanted more of him even then. He is an incredible lover; I just couldn’t stop myself from wanting to touch him. He’d just dozed off when I got the urge to wake him up again and decided to slip out of the bed before I did just that. Maybe a cold shower would help. I stopped to gaze down at him as he lay there in the bed, his hair loose and spread around him, his skin so beautifully sheen by the soft light, his face so angelic in his slumber that I felt myself fall in love all over again. I wanted to see that scene for the rest of eternity that much I was sure of. I forced my eyes away from the incredible sight of him curled up in the white sheets and headed for the bathroom but before I reached it my eye caught site of his computer and the little Post It note stuck to the monitor. Curious, I went over and read the message smiling to myself as the meaning came clear. `Hiiro is in love with you` It was written in Quatre’s scrawl. I made a mental note to thank both him and his tall lover for their help before returning to the bed to wake my slumbering angel. It was the weekend, we could always sleep later. owari :)
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