Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Contemplation Indigo ❯ Entre Nous ( Chapter 8 )

'Entre Nous' - An Interlude

By DRL

Quatre ran small, slender fingers through the cinnamon hair of the head that nestled comfortably against his chest and sighed contentedly. The rather severe crop-style haircut that Trowa had had several weeks ago was beginning to grow out, much to Quatre's satisfaction. The experiment with the trés fashionable 'French Crop', as he had been reliably informed that his husband's new hair style was called, had been interesting, but Quatre preferred Trowa's hair longer and he made a mental note to mention this to Nicky at their next consultation. Their over-zealous image consultant obviously loved his work and was apt to get a little carried away at times. One of Nicky's ideas that Quatre had wholeheartedly approved of, however, was the all-over 'Brazilian' waxing that he had somehow coerced Trowa into enduring. It brought tears to Quatre's eyes each time he thought of how painful the process must surely have been, but he just could not get enough of Trowa's lean, well-toned and now completely smooth and hairless body. Quatre would never actually ask it of his husband, but this was one look that he hoped Trowa would maintain.

As his thoughts turned to Trowa's naked, hairless, unbelievably sexy body, Quatre felt a familiar stirring in his groin. He glanced up at the clock. It was almost 10.00pm. The staff would have retired for the evening so all caution could be thrown to the winds. Trowa and he were currently lounging in the 'family' room, ostensibly watching tv, but really just enjoying being with each other after a hard day at their respective offices. Quatre lay outstretched on the huge sofa, his back against the sofa's arm. Trowa lay between Quatre's parted legs, his back resting against his husband's torso. While the fingers of his right hand continued to toy with Trowa's shorn locks, the fingers of Quatre's left hand, hitherto entwined loosely with his husband's, now disengaged themselves and began a quest. They stole beneath the hem of Trowa's t-shirt and roamed lightly across his firm abdomen, pausing to probe his delicate bellybutton before proceeding. The questing digits then deftly unbuckled Trowa's belt and nimbly unfastened the fly buttons on his jeans. Delighted by the absence of any restricting underwear, the blond slid his tiny hand along the plane surface, ever lower, until his fingers finally furled around their prize, Trowa's glorious jewels. He gently massaged his husband's groin, relishing the feel of the smooth, depilated skin beneath his fingers. Trowa emitted a soft, low moan of pleasure and shifted slightly against Quatre's body, spreading his legs slightly to allow his love easier access, the friction thus caused doing no harm at all to Quatres own groin, and Quatre felt life stirring within his own member, even as Trowa's swelled beneath his ministering fingers. Quatre was just about to take matters a step further when the shrill peal of the telephone rent the air and caused both Trowa and he to start violently.

"Shit!" Quatre exclaimed with annoyance. "Who can that be at this time of night?"

"On of these days I am going to kill that man." Trowa murmured, as he rose and refastened his fly buttons with uncharacteristic awkwardness born of frustration. He snatched up the telephone receiver and hissed into the mouthpiece, "Duo Maxwell Yuy, I am going to kill you!" Before tossing it into Quatre's lap and leaving the room.

"Hello"? Quatre said anxiously, as he watched his chagrined lover leave.

"Hey Q," Duo Maxwell Yuy's voice came across loud and clear, "What's up with Tro?"

"Oh Duo, you have just the worst timing." Quatre said, but not unkindly.

"Why, what…? Oh, you guys were having sex, right?"

"Not quite, but we were well on the way." Quatre replied with a resigned sigh.

"Gee, I'm sorry Q. I would offer to let you get back to him, but he's probably jerking off right now so…"

"Duo stop it! Must you twist the knife in the wound? My poor Trowa," Quatre looked longingly at the door through which Trowa had just exited, "I really ought to go…"

"Nah, leave him," Duo cut him off, "It'll build his character, and anyway, this is important."

"So is Trowa!" Quatre replied indignantly.

"Sure he is, sure he is." Duo hastily agreed. Quatre was like a tigress protecting her cub when it came to Trowa, and Duo knew better than to go down that rocky and well-trodden road. "Anyway, listen up. The General just called to give the latest on Wufei."

"How is he?" Quatre asked with obvious concern.

"Still asleep. The General asked me to pass on the message and he said to apologise for his not calling personally. He said that Wuffers came out of surgery about an hour ago. He hasn't come round from the anaesthetic yet, but everything seemed to go okay, although they won't know for a few days yet. He said that the docs expected Wuffers to come round any time now, and he wanted to be there when he woke up, which is why he didn't call you himself. He only ran out quickly for a few minutes."

"Oh I do hope that he's okay." Quatre said in a worried voice. "Do you think perhaps we ought to be there?"

"The General said he would let us know when we can come visit." Duo replied. "He said that it would be best to speak to Wuffers first, you know, to see how he feels about visitors and all."

"I guess he's right." Quatre said. "Wufei will probably be feeling a little apprehensive, and he might feel better if he didn't have too may people around. Anyway, I thought Treize told you quite categorically not to call him The General?"

"Yeah, he did. That's why I'm doing it," Duo said with a laugh, "It gets him real mad."

"But Duo, that's really mean, you know he doesn't like it." Quatre said in a censorious tone.

"But Quatre," Duo mimicked the blond's manner and voice, "There would be no point in doing it if he liked it. Shit Q, you so miss the point of teasing, don't you?"

"No I don't," Quatre said in own defence, "I just don't like being mean. Anyway, back to Wufei. Treize will keep us posted with any developments, won't he?"

"Yeah, he said he would."

"Good. And how are you Duo, are you well?"

"Just peachy. Heero and I spent almost all day in bed today, just lounging, talking, making the beast with two backs, you know, the usual 'all day in bed' stuff. We got up around six, went out for dinner around seven and we just got back."

"Well, it's nice to know that at least someone is getting some." Quatre said dryly.

"Ah quit complaining Q," Duo replied remorselessly, "Just think, when you and Tro finally do get down to it, it'll be all the sweeter for the delay. You'll probably even thank me."

"I doubt it." Quatre said. "Anyway, so you're enjoying having Heero with you all the time?"

"Sure. It's not hearts and flowers all the time, but I wouldn't change things for the world. I mean, he yelled at me big time yesterday."

"Why?"

"Nothing much. We have a perfectly good laundry room in the apartment, but we always send everything out to be cleaned, right down to socks and underwear. I just thought that I might try doing it myself, so I put all the clothes in the washer, put the detergent in and turned it on. I even put in softener and shit to make everything all fluffy. Only, when it was finished all the white stuff came out kinda greyish."

"Oh Duo, didn't you sort them?" Quatre asked.

"Well you see, that was just what Heero asked." Duo replied. "Anyway, he hauled off and yelled at me, saying that I couldn't even do a load of laundry without messing it up."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him that if he didn't have his big fat head stuck so far up his ass, he would see that I did actually sort them, it was just one black sock that snuck its way in amongst the whites that did the damage. Then I stormed out of the house and went to my studio for the rest of the day."

"Duo you are a tonic, you really are." Quatre said with a light laugh. "What happened when you got home?" He asked.

"He apologised, we made up and had wild, passionate sex well into the night of course." Duo replied.

"Tell me Duo, is there anything that you and Heero do that doesn't culminate in wild, passionate sex?" Quatre asked. Duo gave the question serious thought for a moment before replying.

"Ummm…, no, don't think so." He said finally.

"I thought so, I was just checking. Anyway, what are you working on at the studio, anything good?" Quatre asked.

"Er…, well…, yeah, that is to say, no, not really." Duo stammered. He was momentarily caught off balance by Quatre's question because what he was actually working on was a commission from Trowa. Quatre's 30th birthday was fast approaching, and by way of a gift,, Trowa had commissioned Duo to paint a portrait of Trowa himself, to be hung in Quatre's office at the W.E.I. building. He had more than once observed Quatre point at the bare wall facing his desk and state that he was saving the space for a portrait of his beloved. It had proved a slow process, because sittings could only be managed when Trowa could fit them into his busy schedule, but the work was now almost completed and Trowa was delighted with it. "So, have you decided what to do for your birthday?" Duo said quickly, changing the subject, but not doing so at the same time.

"I still can't decide." Quatre replied with a sigh, suspecting nothing. "I would like to celebrate it quietly, just Trowa and I, but I would like to celebrate it with all of you guys also. My family probably have a big party planned, so I don't intend to plan another… Oh just what I needed, thank-you my love." Duo heard the distinct sound of a kiss being bestowed, and then muted words of love. He smiled indulgently to himself. Ah… Quatre and Trowa, two turtle-doves if ever he saw them. Quatres voice suddenly came crisp and clear once again. "Sorry Duo. Trowa just brought me a pot of tea. He is so thoughtful…" Quatre tailed off wistfully.

"So he's finished jerking off then?" Duo asked.

"Duo!" Quatre said sharply. "Anyway, he wouldn't have needed to if it hadn't been for you."

"Okay, okay, I said I was sorry. Geez, what do you want from me?"

"Hey Duo," Quatre's voice dropped conspiratorially, "Have you spoken to Heero about the waxing yet?"

"No, I haven't found the right moment to broach the subject yet, , but I'm willing to go for it. Figured I'd go get it done first, then give him a surprise. It looks good you say?"

"You have no idea." Quatre replied emphatically. "I was in a really boring meeting today, and I got to thinking about Trowa lying naked on the boardroom table, all smooth and tanned like he is…, well, all I can say is that I was very glad that it was not a glass-topped table."

"So now I know how you get through all of those meetings." Duo laughed. "Heero doesn't have that problem any more, but I'll still give him the tip. I'm definitely gonna go for it though. It hurts you say?"

"Yes, I should imagine so." Quatre replied. "Trowa never really tells me when I ask him, but his eyes always take on this haunted look whenever I mention it."

"Yeah well, I'll just take a piece of leather to bite on, I'll be okay. Maybe I can persuade Heero to come with me and we can do it together." Duo mused.

"Absolutely not!" Quatre stated. "If I know the pair of you, you would end up doing something together, but it sure as hell would not be the waxing."

"Spoilsport." Duo said glumly. "Anyway, get your guy to set it up, I'm game as hell."

"Okay. Anyway Duo, it's been lovely talking to you, but I really must get back to Trowa now. Give Heero my love won't you, and give the same to Treize if you speak to him again. If you do tell him to tell Wufei that we all love him and we are thinking about him. I will have Nicky call you about the waxing. Speak to you soon, love you, goodnight."

"Goodnight Q." Duo said and broke the connection.

Quatre drained his teacup, rose and left the room. He quickly ascended the widely sweeping staircase to the sumptuous bedroom suite he shared with his patiently waiting husband, determined to pick up just where they had left off.

"Hmm, must remember to take the phone off the hook." He murmured to himself as the vision of Trowa on the boardroom table swam back into his ken.