Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I Think I'm Gay ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Warnings: AU, OOC, Yaoi, Lemon, sap

Rating: NC 17

Pairings: 4x3, Relena x Noin

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Summary: Quatre has been dating girls and involved in a steady relationship or two but finds he isn't interested in taking things to the next level with his companions. Thinking he has yet to meet the right person he is persuaded to go out with his friends to a nightclub where the unexpected happens and he meets someone very interesting.

Authors Notes: This is a fic along the lines of my other one "Am I Gay?". A sort of companion piece if you like. This fic explores Quatre and Trowa's get together and first time.

"I Think I'm Gay."

May 2004 ShenLong.

Chapter 1

He could feel the pounding of the bass as it thrummed through his body from where he stood in the line awaiting entry to the nightclub "Connections". If the music was pulsing like that out here he wondered just what it was like inside.

"Nearly there."

He turned back to look at his friend's smiling face and nodded. He wondered idly for the tenth time that night just how the hell he'd been lured into this.

He was twenty years old, 5'7" with a slim build. His golden hair brushed over his face in the light breeze, flicking over his collar and tickling the back of his neck. A hand absently reached up and pushed the offending strands away. He'd grown his hair longer than his father approved of; in fact, he'd done several things against his father's wishes, the glittering silver violin that dangled from his earlobe was the latest symbol in his fight to become his own person.

Unwilling to bend to his father's demands he deliberately set out to be the complete opposite of his father's wishes. Now he was standing in line with two of his best friends about to enter a night club. Not just any night club though. "Connections" was well known among the *different* crowd. It catered for both gay and hetero people.

"We're next."

Quatre smiled at Relena who flashed him a dazzling grin in return before grabbing the arm of her current girlfriend, Noin. "Not getting cold feet are you?"

Quatre shook his head. "No."

"Good."

"Got any ID?" the man behind the counter asked the group.

Relena, Noin and Quatre all duly presented the requested proof of age, paid their entry fee and were swallowed into the darkened, throbbing interior that was the nightclub.

Relena dragged them through the crowd, somehow finding them a table. Sitting down, Quatre scanned the area. The music was loud and vibrated through Quatre's body which meant that all conversation had to be carried out at a low shout. The flashing colored lights played havoc with Quatre's retinas at first, but gradually they relaxed and accepted the optical bombardment.

"Want something to drink?" Relena yelled above the beat.

Quatre nodded and stood up. "I'll get them," he yelled back.

Relena gave him hers and Noin's drink requests and Quatre headed for the bar to fulfill the order. The barman gave him an appraising look as he handed over the drinks, scotch and coke, vodka and orange and a white wine. Quatre duly paid for the drinks and carried them back to the table where he again sat down.

Noin and Relena didn't stay sitting for long; after a few sips of their respective drinks they headed to the dance floor, leaving Quatre with his thoughts, watching their table.

Quatre still wasn't sure what he was doing here or how Relena had convinced him to come. He was pretty sure he knew the underlying reason, and, while Relena's concerns were appreciated, he wished she would simply butt out of his love life.

He'd dated Relena for a while and though he'd enjoyed her company and sharp wit, when it came to taking their relationship further he found he wasn't interested. There wasn't anything physically wrong with him, he could 'get it up'...... but put simply; he wasn't interested.

Their relationship had ended and Relena, who had openly admitted to Quatre that she was bi-sexual, moved on and found herself a girlfriend. Even though their relationship had ended, they remained the best of friends.

Relena had set him up on a few dates with other girls but again nothing happened. Telling Quatre that he must then be interested in boys, she even went as far as to set him up with a hot, gay guy.... much to Quatre's horror. The date hadn't, to say the least been a success, but the guy didn't hold anything against him. Nothing had happened, Quatre shyed away from any form of contact, even a simple hand shake, which was a shame as the guy really did like Quatre and wanted to be friends. Had Quatre met him under different circumstances they probably would have become friends. Quatre wasn't a prude though. He knew how things worked, it just didn't work for him that way.... or any way so it seemed!

Quatre was beginning to doubt his own body and mind while Relena was all but ready to give up.

There wasn't anything wrong with him that he knew of. Slender build, aqua/teal eyes; he knew he was reasonably good looking. He'd been with both girls and guys alike who were also good looking and had bodies to die for but he still couldn't get himself interested in taking the relationships any further than friendship.

Quatre came to the conclusion that he was destined to go through life enjoying the company of many friends but never having the privilege of a permanent lover.

Relena, on the other hand, was equally as determined to find him someone. Her newest tactic to achieve this goal was to get him out and into the nightclubs.

Reluctantly, and against his better judgment, he'd agreed and so now, here he was, sitting by himself, nursing his scotch and coke whilst watching his friends having a good time.

His eyes wandered over the inhabitants of the club, roaming from table to table. The couples were certainly very varied, as was the standard of dress. There was proportionally more females than males, something that didn't surprise Quatre, although he couldn't tell you why. Some were dancing, like Relena and Noin, others were crowded around the bar and many were seated, cuddling and kissing openly. There were a few hetero couples scattered about, dancing or snuggling in the dark interior although the main bulk were gay.

The more Quatre's gaze drifted the more his spirits plummeted. He sighed and took another sip from his drink, feeling the alcohol burn a path of fire all the way to his stomach. The music changed a little and soon Relena and Noin joined him again, sweating and flushed from their exertions. Quatre found himself duly dispatched to the bar for more drinks and three large waters. The girls involved him in their idle chatter while whilst recovering their energy. Soon enough they were ready to tackle the dance floor again and Quatre lost sight of them as they disappeared into the swaying mass.

A soft voice at his ear soon dragged his eyes back though and he turned to see who had addressed him. A waterfall of long, golden hair partially obscured the young woman's features and Quatre had to turn his head further to see her face properly. Crystal blue eyes greeted him, along with a warm smile.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," Quatre managed to say.

"I asked if you would like to dance," the feminine voice replied.

Quatre swallowed. / What the hell! / he thought. / Might as well. / "Okay, but I warn you I can't dance very well."

The blonde straightened and Quatre noted the aristocratic air with which the woman carried herself as he followed her to the dance floor. They were immediately swallowed into the crowd and Quatre found himself with a pair of crystal eyes watching him intently while the body attached to those eyes began to sway to the rhythm.

Feeling the beat pulse through him, Quatre joined the dancing crowd, his body beginning to find some sort of cadence and flowing with it to the best of his ability.

They danced together for a while, out of the corner of his eye Quatre could see Relena smirking at him. He gave the girl a glare, or at least tried to. Judging by the look he got back he'd failed miserably.

His long haired dance partner, while nice enough in herself, wasn't stirring anything in Quatre other than being friends. They danced to a couple more songs before Quatre began to sweat and need a break.

His partner duly followed him back to the table and inquired if she may join the young man.

Quatre could see no reason for her not to and motioned for the long haired woman to take a seat. They chatted a little and Quatre found himself beginning to relax.

Relena and Noin soon rejoined them and the four passed the rest of the evening in either conversation or dancing. When it came time to leave, the elegant woman, who's name Quatre had learned was Dorothy, politely asked if they could trade 'phone numbers and call each other sometime.

Quatre shyly agreed and so their respective numbers were duly exchanged. They parted company in the car park, Quatre knowing that the blonde woman was hoping for a kiss but hesitant to give one. He smiled instead and hopped into the car, waiting for the interrogation from Relena that was sure to follow.

* * * * *

Two weeks had passed since Quatre's visit to the night club and during that time Dorothy had called Quatre on several occasions. They had gone out on a couple more dates and while Quatre had enjoyed himself and found Dorothy's company to be interesting; he didn't feel anything else for the woman.

Relena was, to say the least, becoming exasperated with him. "I don't know what's wrong with you, Quatre," she said when she next saw him. "Dorothy is one hot chick and obviously interested in you, so what's the problem?"

Quatre sighed. "Look, Relena. I guess I'm just not interested in her in that way."

"You don't seem to be interested in any of the girls," Relena shot back.

"That's not fair, Relena. I've dated several girls, just because I don't want to get into their pants doesn't mean I don't like them. I appreciate you setting me up with dates and all but I haven't yet found the right person," Quatre replied, looking hurt.

"I'm sorry, Quatre, I had no right to say that." Relena lowered her eyes.

"It's okay, I know you're only concerned about me and while I appreciate that I think I need to find my own girlfriend, by myself."

"We're going back to 'Connections' on Saturday. You still coming?" Relena asked.

Quatre looked at her. He really didn't want to go but he thought he owed it to her. "All right, I'll come."

"Great! I'll pick you up at ten."

* * * * *

Once more Quatre found himself ensconced in the dim smoky interior of the Connections nightclub, Relena and Noin sitting opposite him, a scotch and coke nursed in his hand. Inwardly he was berating himself for allowing the manipulation to have occurred. So far he'd had his ass pinched no less than three times, one attempted grope at his groin, two women had made passes at him and four guys. To put it bluntly, Quatre was getting a little pissed off. He took another sip of his drink and glanced at Relena and Noin. At least they seemed to be enjoying themselves and he had to give Relena her due; she hadn't tried to set him up with anyone.

Not yet anyway.

Relena did her best to coax him into getting up on the dance floor; a maneuver he managed to thwart. He sat back, content to watch the two girls let their hair down. After declining yet another request for a dance he was relieved to see Relena and Noin returning to the table. With any luck they would be able to leave soon and he could go back to his 'normal' life.

The girls sat down, flushed and panting from their exertions on the dance floor, chattering away to him and each other.

Quatre was listening; an amused smile on his face only half taking in what was being said. His eyes continued to sweep across the room, playing idly over the crowd. His gaze flicked back to the dance floor where the tide of bodies swayed and gyrated to the heavy, pulsating beat. The various styles of dancing never failed to amuse him. It ranged from the 'in tune' movements to the wild and abandoned; even some that could only be likened to death throes were to be found. Still perusing the dancing forms his eyes suddenly locked, his breath caught and his body froze.

Relena and Noin continued their chatter, oblivious to the silence of their friend.

Quatre was mesmerized, his attention fully captured by the vision he was witnessing. The body was lithe and supple, long, elegant limbs that moved gracefully, weaving in perfect synch and rhythm with the music.

"I say, Quatre... You still with us?"

Vaguely Quatre became aware that Relena was talking to him but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the vision of loveliness that held his sight prisoner.

Relena followed Quatre's line of sight, trying to see what it was that had captured her friend's attention so firmly. Her eyebrows rose and her mouth tugged into a wry grin as she noted the dancer. She reached across the table and carefully closed Quatre's mouth. "You're drooling," she snickered.

Quatre propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on the heel of his hand, his eyes never wavering from their target. The catlike grace and sensual movements stirred his body in ways never before thought possible. He sighed softly.

Relena looked at Noin and nodded towards the dance floor. Noin's gaze followed the movement to see what had Quatre so enraptured. She smiled.

"Hello... Quatre.... Earth to Quatre..." Relena waved her hand in front of the blonde.

Quatre became aware of the girls but his eyes never faltered in their appraisal of the dancer. He sighed again. "I think I'm gay," he murmured.

Relena's jaw hit the floor and Noin snickered. "What did you say, Quatre?"

Quatre jolted out of his reverie, the flush spreading over his cheeks. "Umm... I said, I think he's gay?"

"Oh, no, you didn't!" Relena snorted. "Admit it, Quatre. You said you think you're gay."

Quatre shook his head. He couldn't deny his words, not to Relena. The woman seemed to have exceptional hearing when she wanted to and right now seemed to be one of those times.

"I don't blame you," Noin sighed. "He is one hell of a dancer."

"Not to mention good looking," Relena added with a smirk.

"I'd have to agree with you both there," Quatre murmured. "He sure is hot."

Quatre couldn't help it; the guy was a walking wet dream. The reaction of his body to the picture was totally unexpected and Quatre was having difficulty accepting that he was actually checking out another man! What the hell was wrong with him?!

Relena could see the conflict going on inside Quatre; the changing colors in his eyes a dead giveaway. Inside she felt for the man. It wasn't easy to admit to liking someone of the same sex, especially given the upbringing Quatre had suffered. Having come to terms with her own sexuality she could appreciate the shock Quatre must be feeling, not to mention the turmoil. She reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his and smiled. His aqua eyes turned to meet her own and he gave her a pleading look. "It's okay, Quatre,' " she said, loud enough for only him to hear. "It isn't a sin to appreciate a lovely body, regardless of the sex."

Quatre returned her smile, knowing instinctively that she understood his inner conflict.

They were brought up in a world that frowned upon same sex couples, those that dared to defy the stereotype, being ridiculed and hounded until driven under the carpet or back into the closet once more. It was strange how society condemned what it didn't understand, hide what it couldn't accept, scared of confronting the issues.

Quatre hadn't really taken much notice of society and its expectations before Relena came into his life. It wasn't until after their failed relationship and Relena's taking up with Noin that Quatre began to see the prejudice that surrounded those that chose to share their love with someone of the same sex. Humanity could be cruel at times; same sex couples had never bothered Quatre. He was an open minded individual who accepted the various hurdles that life persisted in placing in his way, but to say he was stunned at himself for both his interest and body's reactions to the man on the dance floor would be an understatement.

He clearly remembered the date that Relena had set him up with and while the guy had been sympathetic and understanding of Quatre's dilemma, Quatre just couldn't envision himself being with a guy.

Or so he thought.

The lithe body on the dance floor though had clearly thrown a spanner in the works and now Quatre was even more confused.

"You are allowed to appreciate," Relena spoke, drawing Quatre's attention back to her. "The human form is a lovely piece of artwork, Quatre. It doesn't mean you're gay just because you have good taste and admire beauty in the male body."

Quatre gave a small laugh. "You certainly do have a way with words, Relena."

"Why, thank you," Relena grinned at him.

Turning his attention back to the slender form of the dancer, Quatre allowed himself to enjoy the fluid movements and natural cadence that made all the other dancers appear clumsy.

He wished he had the courage to approach the man and tell him how wonderful he thought he was. As Quatre's eyes traveled up the graceful body to the face, he froze and swallowed, blushing as he realized he'd been caught staring.

The dancer gazed back at him through a thick tangle of hair that fell across his face. A smile tugged at his lips.

Quatre was held by that gaze, he couldn't have looked away if he'd wanted to. It was like he had been caught up in a spell.

The slender man continued to dance to the music, holding Quatre's eyes prisoner with his own, and then, with another warm smile he released Quatre from his enchantment and danced off into the crowd.

Quatre slumped slightly in his seat, the man that had held him captive finally letting him go and Quatre felt drained. He reached for his glass and downed the rest of the drink in one swift gulp. He felt cold and sweaty and strangely aroused.

"We're going for a dance, Quatre." Relena's voice broke into his thoughts.

He looked up at the pair who were standing, amused smiles on their faces. "Pardon?"

"I said we're going to dance, would you like to join us?"

Quatre shook his head. "No, thanks. I think I'll just sit here for a while."

"Have it your way," Relena said and taking Noin's hand they headed for the dance floor, leaving the blonde man alone with his thoughts.

Quatre sat; drink in hand as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling. So lost in his thoughts was he that he didn't notice the tall figure until it was standing beside him. With a start Quatre turned to see who was standing so close to him and his jaw dropped.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you." The voice was deep, husky even and sent Quatre's body shivering.

Blushing, Quatre's eyes dragged over the graceful form of the dancer he'd been watching earlier. Scrambling his thought processing skills and trying to connect them with his vocal chords he managed t reply. "It's all right."

The face crinkled into an amused smile. "Would you like to dance?"

Quatre fumbled for words. "Umm... I don't dance." Seeing the crestfallen look on that gorgeous face, Quatre immediately regretted his choice of words. Hastily he rephrased them. "I mean, I'd love to dance with you but you're such a great dancer and I don't know how to." Quatre lowered his face, embarrassment burning his cheeks. A slender finger found its way under his chin and tilted his face up to meet with the steady gaze of two emerald green eyes from underneath a cinnamon bang of hair.

"I'll teach you."

Quatre shuddered, his voice replying for him. "Okay."

The finger left his chin and moved to his elbow, encouraging him to stand. Once he was on his feet that same hand went to the small of his back to guide him to the dance floor. The touch was soft and gentle, leaving an intense burning on his skin when it was removed. Quatre didn't understand why.

The lithe dancer led him through the mass of gyrating bodies to the center of the dance floor, sensing that the blonde would be more comfortable where he wasn't so conspicuous to the spectating crowd. He found them a spot and faced his reluctant partner, the music throbbing around them.

"Now what?" Quatre yelled in an attempt to be heard over the beat of the drums. He felt like a right idiot, standing on a dance floor with a guy, with a gorgeous guy, with a gorgeous guy who could dance.... // Why the hell has he asked me to dance? // Quatre thought. // He's so good looking and talented, he could have his pick of anyone here. // He looked up, startled from his thoughts as a pair of hands grasped his waist.

"Just let the music guide you. Allow it to flow through you and follow it," the husky voice said.

The hands tightened slightly on his hips and he followed the movement they coaxed from him. Quatre closed his eyes and let the music invade him. His body found the rhythm and began to move with it, swaying to the beat as the hands of the handsome man encouraged and guided him. Tingles coursed through him from the soft touch and his heart rate increased, confusing him even more. His mind began to run in circles. // He wasn't gay... was he? What were these sensations that were overwhelming him? Surely this man wasn't gay? Not with those looks and that body. He had all the girls swooning over him. //

"What's your name?"

The voice pulled him from his thoughts and he opened his eyes to gaze at the man before him. "Quatre," he responded. "What's yours?"

"Trowa."

"Trowa," Quatre repeated, surprised at the ease with which the name rolled off his tongue. He gazed shyly back at the man, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Now you're getting the hang of it," Trowa's sensual voice encouraged him. "Relax and let yourself go."

// What the hell did he have to lose? // Quatre's mind told him and so Quatre did just that, let himself relax and welcomed the music to him, letting it take over completely. His slender body responded to the beat, moving seductively to the rhythm, mimicking the moves that Trowa was performing, surprised at how easy his body coped.

"You look stunning."

Quatre blushed and stared at the lithe dancer. "No, I don't," he replied.

Trowa danced closer to him, their bodies almost touching. Trowa's hands left Quatre's hips to cup his face, leaning in close, hot breath ghosting over Quatre's cheek as he spoke. "You can dance, Quatre. You put all the others to shame."

Quatre smiled shyly and shook his head. "No, it's you that can dance, Trowa. They're watching you, not me."

Trowa smiled back at him. "They are all jealous because I'm dancing with the best looking guy here."

Quatre felt his whole body flush with those words. The new sensations running through him adding further to his confusion about his sexuality. He knew he liked the other man, admired him, for Trowa had a certain grace about him that demanded attention; and yet, the manner, the voice was soothing and educated, putting one at their ease. Quatre definitely liked Trowa and was flattered that the handsome man had singled him out. But did he like him in another way? That was something Quatre was unsure about and he didn't like being afloat in a sea of uncertainty. He liked to stay grounded, to have all the facts. These new found feelings were making him uneasy.

If Trowa knew what his new found partner was currently feeling, he never let on. Instead he continued to dance, leading the blonde into movements of seductiveness and grace, charming him with his sensual moves and raising the doubts of his sexual orientation to the fore of Quatre's mind.

They remained on the dance floor, finishing the one dance only to begin another. After five dances Quatre was beginning to tire a little, Trowa caught the flushed skin and labored breathing and tactfully suggested they sit and talk for a while. Quatre was happy to agree. The slender youth guided him throughout the masses and off the floor, the soft hand on the small of his back warming Quatre for reasons he didn't understand. Relena and Noin were sitting at the table when they arrived and Quatre was more than aware of the looks he was getting from the pair... Relena was simply bursting with questions; he could see them in her eyes, questions he would no doubt be answering later during their drive home. Noin simply sat there and gave him a knowing smile.

"Would you like to join us?" Quatre asked, his manners finally returning.

"Thank you." Trowa sank gracefully into the seat that Quatre had indicated. Quatre took his own seat next to the man and stumbled through his mind, trying to find something to start off a conversation. Noin broke the silence though by asking who would like a drink and then disappearing to the bar to fetch the requested beverages, dragging Relena with her.

"Do you come here often?" Quatre could have slapped himself for his choice of opening sentence but at the moment he was grasping at straws, desperate to get some sort of chatter flowing and 'Nice weather we're having' didn't seem much better.

Trowa turned his gaze to the blonde and Quatre realized for the first time that the man had stunning emerald green eyes. An amused smile played over sensual lips as the brunette took his time to answer.

"Actually this is the first time I've been here." His gaze burned into Quatre's eyes and the blonde began to feel rather heated under that scrutiny. "Do you?"

"Huh?" The question took Quatre by surprise.

"Do you come here often?" The smile went all the way to those emerald depths.

"Uh, I've only been here a couple of times."

"With anyone special?"

Quatre shook his head. "No. I usually come with Relena and Noin.

"Ahhh..."

Quatre gave a small frown as he watched the lithe dancer's eyes sparkle and his mouth curl upwards. Relena and Noin chose that moment to return with the drinks and so introductions were completed, the four settling into an easy chatter.

Relena kept darting knowing looks at Quatre who did his best to ignore them and keep the conversation flowing. They returned to the dance floor after a short while and Quatre amazed his two female companions by letting go of his inhibitions a little and dancing seductively to the music. Trowa seemed to like it and joined the blonde, occasionally brushing against him but making no proper attempt to 'touch' him.

Quatre wasn't sure what was coursing through his veins, alcohol, adrenaline? All he knew was that he felt extremely happy.

The evening though was bound to draw to an end and the bar called for last drinks as the DJ announced the final song. It was a slow dance and Trowa leaned across the table, looking Quatre square in the eye and asked, "Would you share this dance with me?"

Quatre's mouth opened and the word was spoken before he had proper course to think. "Yes." He found himself on the dance floor yet again, only this time Trowa's body was pressed firmly against his, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders as their bodies swayed gently to the music. Somehow Quatre's arms found their way around Trowa's waist while his head rested gently against the firm chest. He could hear the steady thumping of Trowa's heart and he closed his eyes. Somehow it felt - right.

The song ended but they didn't break apart immediately. Eventually Trowa pulled back a little and Quatre raised his head; a pair of emerald eyes stared back at him, the look within them something that Quatre had never seen before and couldn't put a name to.

"Can I see you again?"

Quatre nodded. "I'd like that."

"May I have your 'phone number?"

Quatre hesitated. He was still trying to understand the flood of emotions that had been awakened and while he did want to see the auburn haired man again, he wasn't sure if he was ready to give out his 'phone number just yet.

Sensing the turmoil in the blonde, Trowa lowered his voice to a husky whisper. "That's okay; you don't have to if you don't want to."

Quatre gave him a grateful smile. The lights were slowly returning to normal strength and people were leaving. Trowa escorted him back to the table where Relena and Noin were finishing off their drinks.

"I'm just going to the restroom," Trowa said. "Please don't leave until I come back as I would like to say goodnight."

"We'll wait," Relena answered in Quatre's stead.

Trowa returned minutes later and walked Quatre out with Relena and Noin to Relena's car. He took each of the girls' hands in turn and brushed his lips across the knuckles. "Thank you ladies for a pleasant evening."

The women giggled before getting into the car and leaving Quatre alone in a sense to say his goodnights.

Quatre looked at the lithe form. He felt awkward, unsure of what he should do or say. Trowa though saved him from any further embarrassment. He stepped close and cupped Quatre's cheek, the blonde surprising himself by leaning into the palm.

"Thank you for a wonderful night, Quatre. I have really enjoyed myself." Trowa leant forwards and kissed Quatre on the forehead, at the same time he pressed something into Quatre's hand. "I hope to see you again, soon." Then the hand was gone and Quatre found himself staring at an empty space.

Trowa had left.

Quatre looked at the item resting in his palm. It was a folded piece of paper. He slipped it into his pants pocket and got into the car; bracing himself for the barrage of questions he knew Relena would be unleashing.

The ride home seemed to take forever; Relena had punctuated her gear changes with non stop questions. Who was the guy? Did Quatre like him? Was he going to see him again? The stream was endless. Quatre did his best to answer them all, politely refusing to give too much away. Hell, he wasn't sure himself what was going on! All he wanted to do was get home, go to his room and think.

Fortunately Noin could sympathize with him and managed to change the subject, something Quatre was extremely grateful for. He hoped to Christ that Relena never explored a possible career in the dating business, she would drive all the clients away with her *need* to know what was happening.

"I'll talk to you during the week, Quatre," Relena said as she pulled up outside Quatre's home.

"Okay, give me a call whenever." Quatre turned to address Noin as he opened the car door. "See you later, Noin. Don't let her get too bossy." He stepped out and shut the door. "Thanks for the ride and the night out.

"Our pleasure, Quatre. Sweet dreams." Noin gave him a wink while beside her Relena snorted.

"God, I'd be having more than sweet dreams if that hunk had been with me all evening."

"Why I'm mortally wounded," Noin gasped and clutched her chest.

"More like jealous," Relena shot back.

Quatre laughed at their easy teasing. "Get going, Relena. I'll talk to you during the week."

"Night," the girls chorused as the car slipped away into the darkness.

Quatre turned and walked up the pathway, pulling his keys from within his pocket. He unlocked the door, stepped inside and closed it softly behind himself, making sure to slip the bolt home. The soft ticking of the grandfather clock was the only sound to permeate the night air as Quatre slipped silently through the sleeping house to his bedroom. He shut his door and turned on the light. Walking towards the bed he pulled his shirt from his torso and tossed it to the chair. He toed off his shoes and bent over to pull the socks from his feet. Straightening up he reached for the button and zipper of his pants, undoing both before plunging his hands into his pockets and removing his wallet, keys and a small slip of paper, tossing the items to the night stand. He tugged the pants off, leaving his boxers on and climbed into the bed. He reached for the folded piece of paper, unfolding it and staring at the neat handwriting that adorned it. There was a series of numbers and then a simple message.

"Please call me...

Trowa."

~ * ~

All week Quatre thought about the tall, slender youth who had danced with him, shown an interest in him and several times he'd pulled out the piece of paper, intending to call the number only to replace the handset before the call could connect.

He was still so confused.

Spending his lunch break in the park four day's after his night out, he pondered his inner turmoil. He tried to sort out the various thoughts that were running through his mind, attempting to catalogue them so that they made more sense.

Did he like Trowa? Yes. The man had a grace and beauty about him, but more than that, he also had a warm personality that exuded charm and gentleness.

Quatre had to admit that he'd felt flattered when the man had asked him to dance, honored that he'd been selected over all the other eligible, and in his opinion, far superior people available that Trowa could have picked from. He'd enjoyed the attention from the green eyed man; somehow it had made Quatre feel special. Okay, so he liked the other guy. He'd liked plenty of other guys, had many male friends, but still this felt different. He distinctly felt something else when he was with Trowa, something he couldn't quite pin down. Then a thought hit him and he flushed.

Maybe Relena was right.

Maybe he was gay.

There was only one way he could see to find out for sure.

He called Relena.

~ * ~

tbc......