Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Just One Thing ❯ Chapter 3
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By: deathangel125 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.29.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 303 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.29.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 303 | Status: Work In Progress
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With a mixture of horror and amusement, Trowa sat on the bed of his hotel room and watched as Quatre invaded the clothes he had brought for this trip. Several shirts had been rejected already, along with almost every pair of pants. As another shirt flew over his head, he sighed heavily. “Is there anything in there that meets your approval?”
Visibly flustered at the lack of choices, Quatre spun to stare at him with his hands fisted at his hips, “I can’t believe you even had to ask that. We need something special, Trowa.”
“And why is that?”
“I was there, or did you forget? I saw how the two of you seemed to connect. I never would have thought that you and Duo would be attracted to each other, but I was starting to worry that sparks were going to start flying any second.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Trowa leaned over to rest on an elbow, waiting to see what his friend said in response. He was hoping he hadn’t imagined Duo’s response to him. There was no way to deny his own reaction – Quatre had kicked him several times during the meal to pull him out of a dazed stare.
As intuitive as ever, Quatre sat on the bed next to him. “I’ve known Duo for a long time, Trowa, almost as long as I’ve known you. In all of those years I have never seen him react to anyone the way he did you this morning. I never thought that the two of you would get along so well, but after this morning I think you two complement each other.”
“How do you mean?”
“If you only look at the outside, you and Duo seem like you would be complete opposites. You are the reclusive novelist that avoids people at all costs while Duo is an actor that shines in the spotlight.”
“Since you put it that way, call and cancel for me. There is no way I can go through with this and make a fool of myself.” Trowa flopped down and tried to ignore the despair that filled him.
Quatre gave him a nudge, “I said that was what it looked like. You actually have a lot in common, and you enjoy what the other does for a living. That’s a bonus. I recall you telling me that you actually liked the last movie he was in, and that’s a big compliment coming from someone that doesn’t watch movies.” The small smile the blonde wore became mischievous, “I know he’s a fan of yours. In fact, he has every book you’ve ever written, even the ones you published under Triton Bloom.”
“Let me guess, you recommended my books?”
“He already had them. That was how we got started talking in the first place. We were both at the airport and I saw that he was reading one of your books. I think it might have been ‘End Game’.”
While Trowa stared, stunned at the new knowledge, Quatre jumped back up to dig through the closet again. “So you need something special. Maybe you two can go get dinner or go to a club. Duo’s a really good dancer.”
“It’s not a date.” No matter how much he wanted it to be, Trowa had to remember that. “He said he would take me around to see things that visitors don’t usually get to see.”
“Treat it like a date. Aha!” Quatre exclaimed as he emerged from the closet, holding up a dark grey silk shirt and a pair of light blue jeans – both items that Trowa had almost left at home. The only reason he had brought them was in case Quatre had insisted that they go somewhere nice - he refused to wear any clothes that could be considered even semi-formal.
Tossing the clothes at Trowa, the blonde ducked into the small space again, coming out seconds later with a pair of black half-boots. Trowa put on the clothes that had been chosen for him without complaint, all the while listening to Quatre’s chatter about the things that he and Duo both liked. It was a longer list than Trowa had assumed, and made him feel a little more optimistic about the night that lay ahead.
By the time Quatre had finally finished talking, it was after five. Directions to Duo’s home were written down and keys for the rental car shoved at him. After being coerced to drive, Trowa found himself heading out of the city, his notebook and pen on the seat beside him and a terrible case of butterflies in his stomach.
Following the instructions hastily scribbled onto the paper, Trowa found himself sitting at the end of a gated road and no house in sight. He was pulling out his cell phone to call Quatre when the gate opened. Warily he pulled inside, following the road for at least two miles before the house finally appeared.
It wasn’t big enough to be called a mansion, but it was close. The three story house was huge and white, with pillars lining the large porch. Out of habit, Trowa took note of every detail, thinking the place would be perfect setting for one of his books. There were even huge trees arranged around the home, providing a perfect opportunity for an imaginary villain to sneak inside undetected.
Stopping the car, he got out and took a good look at the sprawling yard, spotting a large pond on the left of the property. He could even see that there was a deck and several rafts in the pond, guessing that it was used often. To the right he discovered a barn, the scent and noise of animals telling him that the building wasn’t used for storage or looks. Briefly, he wondered if Duo had gotten the calluses on his hands by working with the animals, the idea appealing to him.
Everywhere he looked he found chairs and benches placed under trees. All of them appeared to be comfortable enough to relax and spend a lazy afternoon in. The atmosphere was calming and the air clear of any pollutants, reminding him of his own home in the forest, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and its people.
While walking up the steps he jotted down some notes, hoping to remember as much as possible about the estate. He didn’t think he would ever forget the serenity of the place, but smaller details like the numerous frogs that lived in a small pool beside the steps could be lost, or the weeping willow that had ribbons tied to its waving branches.
Realizing that he could write descriptions for hours if he wasn’t careful, he closed his notebook and lifted a hand to ring the doorbell just as the door flew open. Startled, he jumped back, hoping he hadn’t come to the wrong place. The woman that had jerked the door open let out a short scream, slapping a hand to her chest and talking in a rush, “You scared me half to death. Why are you sneaking around on the porch?”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I was about to ring the bell when you opened the door,” he explained while trying to calm his racing heart. “I’m supposed to meet Duo Maxwell, but I’m not sure I have the right house.”
The woman’s blue eyes opened wide. “OH, wow! You’re Trowa, right? I think you’re an amazing writer and I steal your books from Duo all the time, then he sneaks them out of the bedroom when I’m not looking. Come on in.”
Trowa realized that Quatre must have been wrong about Duo and the connection that he had felt that morning. Apparently the actor shared a home with this black-haired woman that was currently taking the stairs two at a time and leaving him in the foyer to look around. He tried to keep his composure even as hope began to crumble. At least he would get to spend one evening with the charismatic actor before they had to go their separate ways, he reasoned, vowing to make the best of it.
While waiting, he began to roam the large room he had been left in to keep his mind occupied. Inside the house was as impressive as the outside. Furnishings were sparse but comfortable, and the décor was simple. There were framed photographs in the entrance, and he took time to gaze at a few of them. Trowa swallowed hard when he saw the actor with the black-haired woman in several, both of them with arms around the other and smiling happily.
Other people were in the pictures as well, some famous enough for even Trowa to recognize. He suddenly wondered why he had ever thought he stood a chance with Duo and cursed himself for getting his hopes up because of something he had obviously imagined. Shaking his head, he moved to other photos where Duo was more relaxed, usually captured in jeans and t-shirts. Trowa had to smile when he found a few with Quatre, more proof of their friendship.
Hearing footsteps that were heavier than the woman’s, he turned, ready to offer a smile. The smile faltered when he was faced by a dark-haired man with intense blue eyes. “Um, hello. I’m - ”
“Trowa Barton. I know.” The man held out one hand, his eyes intent on Trowa’s face. “Heero.”
“You’re Duo’s bodyguard.” The slight lift of dark eyebrows showed that the other man was surprised by the knowledge. “Duo told us about you this morning when we asked him about Relena.”
Heero shuddered, just as Duo had done earlier. His face went from impassive to frustrated as he sighed, leading Trowa into another room that had several chairs and a long sofa. “That woman’s delusional. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink? Duo will be down in a few minutes. He overslept.”
“No thanks. Why don’t I come back some other day?” Trowa suggested, not wanting to keep Duo from getting rest. “He must be exhausted after all that traveling.”
Blue eyes narrowed for a moment before Heero sat down in a chair opposite the one Trowa had chosen. The sudden smile was startling as he sat back, chuckling softly. “Now I can see why Duo’s so interested in you, Mr. Barton.”
“He just likes my books,” he shrugged, hiding the pain those words caused.
“That’s part of it, but that’s not why he wants to spend time with you, Mr. Barton.”
“Please call me Trowa,” he said, fixing his eyes on the watercolor hanging above the fireplace. “Why else would he spend time with me? It’s not like I can do anything to help his career.”
“So you aren’t interested that he might be playing lead in one of your movies?”
At the soft question, Trowa’s eyes snapped back to the other man’s, narrowing in anger. “I have nothing to do with who plays what when they make a movie out of my books. I barely have any input on the script. I honestly don’t give a damn, because I do my best to avoid watching the things. Usually they’ve been changed so much they don’t resemble what I wrote, anyway.” When Heero began to laugh, he let all the frustration he felt free. “I don’t know what’s so funny when you’re accusing me of doing such a thing. I didn’t even know who Quatre had invited to breakfast this morning, and I sure as hell didn’t know that I’d do damn near anything to see Duo again.”
Abruptly aware of what he had just said Trowa put his face in his hands, completely mortified by the outburst. He almost didn’t hear it when the other man spoke. “That’s good because I would hate to have to kill you. I think I could actually like you.”
Letting his hands fall, Trowa stared. “What?”
“Duo’s interested in you, very interested. The reason he overslept was because all he could do when he got home this morning was talk about you. I’ve never seen him so smitten with anyone before.” Heero’s eyes were softer now than they had been before, his body more relaxed. “I had to make sure you didn’t just want him for the movie.”
It was hard to hold onto his anger in the face of such honesty. “I don’t care about the movie. I’ll be totally honest with you.” Trowa took a deep breath and continued, “Duo is one of the most interesting and attractive people I’ve ever met and I felt…pulled to him this morning. I know how ridiculous that sounds, and I can’t explain it. I’ve thought about him all day.” Remembering the woman, Trowa shook his head forcefully. “None of that matters. He’s just helping me with my book and I won’t take advantage of that. I won’t cause him any problems with his girlfriend.”
“You would just ignore how you feel?”
When Trowa nodded, Heero snorted, “I guess it’s a good thing he doesn’t have a girlfriend, then.”
“But the woman that answered the door…”
“Is his stepsister, Hilde.” There was a black blur that flew down the stairs, the door slamming as she ran out. Heero smiled at the dramatic exit, “And apparently she’s late for her date with Alex Carver.” At Trowa’s blank look, Heero laughed lightly, “You really have no idea about celebrities, do you? Alex Carver is lead singer of the band Sunset Walk.”
“I think I might have heard of them at some point,” Trowa admitted, no longer worried that Heero would judge him badly. He couldn’t stop his eyes from looking toward the stairs every few seconds, his body tensed while waiting to see Duo again.
Heero rose and went to a small cabinet, opening it to reveal an array of bottles, raising one eyebrow at Trowa in question. Feeling more at ease now, Trowa asked, “Got any whiskey?”
“Some Irish.”
“Is there any other kind?”
Even though he was more comfortable, Trowa still felt wound tight as a drum as he sipped the liquid. Needing something to discuss, he gestured toward the painting. “This is really good.”
“Thanks. It’s something I do to relax.”
At the familiar voice, Trowa turned and stared. Duo was wearing a pair of skin tight black jeans and a button-up shirt that changed from lavender to light blue as he moved. Trowa was struck with how beautiful the long-haired man was, yet again, and was only able to force one word out of his suddenly dry throat. “Hi.”
Taking the glass that Heero offered, Duo kept his eyes on Trowa, smiling a little. Seeing the awareness in the violet eyes, Trowa forced himself to relax. All of his work failed when the other man closed the distance between them, looking up at him and finally speaking. “It’s really good to see you again, Trowa.”
The words, and the tone of them, did what nothing else had so far – put him at ease when he should have had the opposite reaction. “If you want me to go so you can rest, we can do this some other time.”
“Worried about me?”
“Yes.”
Duo waited for a moment, but when no further explanation was made he laughed. “I feel a lot better now, so don’t worry. I have enough people that worry about me already.”
Without thinking, Trowa reached forward and traced Duo’s cheek with his thumb. “Now you have one more.”
“Since you two appear to be just fine, I’ll leave you alone.”
Set to say something, Trowa blinked when he looked up to find them alone. Completely and totally alone. In order to keep from doing anything he might regret later, he dropped his hand and moved back a full step. “He’s not going with us?”
“Nope. He knows I’m safe here. Like I told you before, most people see me as just another person, not somebody famous. He doesn’t need to go with me here. We might run into a few fans, but nothing major.” Duo smiled, making Trowa wonder how anyone could see him as a normal person when he was so beautiful. “If it wasn’t for home I’d never have a chance to relax. What do you do for fun, Trowa?” Duo stepped forward, closing the space between them again.
For the sake of his sanity, Trowa retreated again. Even from several steps away the scent of the other man washed over him, something dark and male, making him dizzy. With his heart racing, he asked, “Fun?”
“What do you do to relax?”
“I write.” Backed into a wall, there was nowhere left for him to go. He wasn’t sure if he should go sideways or stay where he was as Duo neared. His legs took the decision away when they remained frozen in place. “I listen to music, too,” he added, moistening his lips and nearly moaning when Duo’s eyes locked onto the nervous gesture.
“You don’t seem very relaxed right now, Trowa. Do I make you tense?”
“Yes, and nervous.”
Tilting his head, Duo regarded him for a moment before closing the remaining distance and placing their bodies together. Trowa’s breath exited his lungs in a whoosh as they touched, his hands reaching out of their own will to grab the actor’s slim hips. Duo’s mouth was only an inch away when he spoke softly. “Is there anything I can do to keep you from being nervous?”
Instead of saying the things that filled his mind, Trowa went on pure instinct, closing the gap between them to cover Duo’s mouth with his own. In an instant, he knew he was doomed. No other man would ever compete with Duo, the taste and scent filling his senses and making him weak.
He was barely aware of arms winding around his neck, too lost in the feel of Duo’s mouth moving in tandem with his own. He used his hands to pull Duo even closer, hearing the soft moan from the other man. Only when his heart beat directly against Duo’s, both hammering in their chests, did he break the kiss, ending by staring into eyes as wide and shocked as he believed his were.
“Should we pretend we won’t end up in bed together?” questioned Duo, his voice shaky.
Feeling more in control now, Trowa grabbed Duo and lifted him off the floor, spinning their bodies as long legs wrapped around his waist. He nipped at Duo’s bottom lip as he pressed the smaller man to the wall, then soothed the spot with his tongue, smiling when he felt Duo tremble. “I don’t see any reason to pretend, but it won’t be tonight, Duo.”
Releasing a long breath, the long-haired man demanded, “Why not? I want you, Trowa.”
The simple phrase nearly destroyed the decision he had just made, but he managed to shake his head. “If we had sex now, that’s all it would be. I want more than just sex from you.” To soften the words, he kissed Duo, slowly this time. When he pulled away he was pleased to see that the violet eyes were heavy-lidded. “I need more from you. I don’t know a better way to explain it.”
“You don’t have to. I feel it, too. That… connection.” Duo grinned lazily, tightening his legs to bring the centers of their bodies together, gasping at the sensation. “That doesn’t mean you won’t kiss me again, does it?”
In answer, Trowa crushed their lips together, realizing that he was already addicted to the other man’s taste. Using his tongue, he explored Duo’s mouth fully, reveling in the feel of another tongue sliding on his. When his legs began to tremble, he broke the kiss with as gasp of his own. “I really hope I get to keep kissing you.”
“You have my permission to kiss me whenever you want,” returned the actor as he was set back on his own feet. “I guess for now we better get something to eat. I have the perfect place in mind.”
When Duo began to turn away, Trowa acted without thinking. He jerked the other man back to him and put his hand under the base of the thick braid. Holding Duo in place, he took one more kiss, not knowing if he would be free to do so while they were in public.
By the time he let go, Duo was clinging to him and breathing heavily. Trowa felt a great deal of satisfaction when dazed violet eyes opened slowly. “About that perfect place?” he teased softly.
“Hmmm. Right now the perfect place would be upstairs and down the hallway, but we won’t find any food there. You drive and I’ll tell you where to go, okay?”
As Duo led him outside, Trowa never gave a thought to the notebook and pen that he had dropped somewhere inside on the floor.
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With a mixture of horror and amusement, Trowa sat on the bed of his hotel room and watched as Quatre invaded the clothes he had brought for this trip. Several shirts had been rejected already, along with almost every pair of pants. As another shirt flew over his head, he sighed heavily. “Is there anything in there that meets your approval?”
Visibly flustered at the lack of choices, Quatre spun to stare at him with his hands fisted at his hips, “I can’t believe you even had to ask that. We need something special, Trowa.”
“And why is that?”
“I was there, or did you forget? I saw how the two of you seemed to connect. I never would have thought that you and Duo would be attracted to each other, but I was starting to worry that sparks were going to start flying any second.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Trowa leaned over to rest on an elbow, waiting to see what his friend said in response. He was hoping he hadn’t imagined Duo’s response to him. There was no way to deny his own reaction – Quatre had kicked him several times during the meal to pull him out of a dazed stare.
As intuitive as ever, Quatre sat on the bed next to him. “I’ve known Duo for a long time, Trowa, almost as long as I’ve known you. In all of those years I have never seen him react to anyone the way he did you this morning. I never thought that the two of you would get along so well, but after this morning I think you two complement each other.”
“How do you mean?”
“If you only look at the outside, you and Duo seem like you would be complete opposites. You are the reclusive novelist that avoids people at all costs while Duo is an actor that shines in the spotlight.”
“Since you put it that way, call and cancel for me. There is no way I can go through with this and make a fool of myself.” Trowa flopped down and tried to ignore the despair that filled him.
Quatre gave him a nudge, “I said that was what it looked like. You actually have a lot in common, and you enjoy what the other does for a living. That’s a bonus. I recall you telling me that you actually liked the last movie he was in, and that’s a big compliment coming from someone that doesn’t watch movies.” The small smile the blonde wore became mischievous, “I know he’s a fan of yours. In fact, he has every book you’ve ever written, even the ones you published under Triton Bloom.”
“Let me guess, you recommended my books?”
“He already had them. That was how we got started talking in the first place. We were both at the airport and I saw that he was reading one of your books. I think it might have been ‘End Game’.”
While Trowa stared, stunned at the new knowledge, Quatre jumped back up to dig through the closet again. “So you need something special. Maybe you two can go get dinner or go to a club. Duo’s a really good dancer.”
“It’s not a date.” No matter how much he wanted it to be, Trowa had to remember that. “He said he would take me around to see things that visitors don’t usually get to see.”
“Treat it like a date. Aha!” Quatre exclaimed as he emerged from the closet, holding up a dark grey silk shirt and a pair of light blue jeans – both items that Trowa had almost left at home. The only reason he had brought them was in case Quatre had insisted that they go somewhere nice - he refused to wear any clothes that could be considered even semi-formal.
Tossing the clothes at Trowa, the blonde ducked into the small space again, coming out seconds later with a pair of black half-boots. Trowa put on the clothes that had been chosen for him without complaint, all the while listening to Quatre’s chatter about the things that he and Duo both liked. It was a longer list than Trowa had assumed, and made him feel a little more optimistic about the night that lay ahead.
By the time Quatre had finally finished talking, it was after five. Directions to Duo’s home were written down and keys for the rental car shoved at him. After being coerced to drive, Trowa found himself heading out of the city, his notebook and pen on the seat beside him and a terrible case of butterflies in his stomach.
Following the instructions hastily scribbled onto the paper, Trowa found himself sitting at the end of a gated road and no house in sight. He was pulling out his cell phone to call Quatre when the gate opened. Warily he pulled inside, following the road for at least two miles before the house finally appeared.
It wasn’t big enough to be called a mansion, but it was close. The three story house was huge and white, with pillars lining the large porch. Out of habit, Trowa took note of every detail, thinking the place would be perfect setting for one of his books. There were even huge trees arranged around the home, providing a perfect opportunity for an imaginary villain to sneak inside undetected.
Stopping the car, he got out and took a good look at the sprawling yard, spotting a large pond on the left of the property. He could even see that there was a deck and several rafts in the pond, guessing that it was used often. To the right he discovered a barn, the scent and noise of animals telling him that the building wasn’t used for storage or looks. Briefly, he wondered if Duo had gotten the calluses on his hands by working with the animals, the idea appealing to him.
Everywhere he looked he found chairs and benches placed under trees. All of them appeared to be comfortable enough to relax and spend a lazy afternoon in. The atmosphere was calming and the air clear of any pollutants, reminding him of his own home in the forest, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and its people.
While walking up the steps he jotted down some notes, hoping to remember as much as possible about the estate. He didn’t think he would ever forget the serenity of the place, but smaller details like the numerous frogs that lived in a small pool beside the steps could be lost, or the weeping willow that had ribbons tied to its waving branches.
Realizing that he could write descriptions for hours if he wasn’t careful, he closed his notebook and lifted a hand to ring the doorbell just as the door flew open. Startled, he jumped back, hoping he hadn’t come to the wrong place. The woman that had jerked the door open let out a short scream, slapping a hand to her chest and talking in a rush, “You scared me half to death. Why are you sneaking around on the porch?”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I was about to ring the bell when you opened the door,” he explained while trying to calm his racing heart. “I’m supposed to meet Duo Maxwell, but I’m not sure I have the right house.”
The woman’s blue eyes opened wide. “OH, wow! You’re Trowa, right? I think you’re an amazing writer and I steal your books from Duo all the time, then he sneaks them out of the bedroom when I’m not looking. Come on in.”
Trowa realized that Quatre must have been wrong about Duo and the connection that he had felt that morning. Apparently the actor shared a home with this black-haired woman that was currently taking the stairs two at a time and leaving him in the foyer to look around. He tried to keep his composure even as hope began to crumble. At least he would get to spend one evening with the charismatic actor before they had to go their separate ways, he reasoned, vowing to make the best of it.
While waiting, he began to roam the large room he had been left in to keep his mind occupied. Inside the house was as impressive as the outside. Furnishings were sparse but comfortable, and the décor was simple. There were framed photographs in the entrance, and he took time to gaze at a few of them. Trowa swallowed hard when he saw the actor with the black-haired woman in several, both of them with arms around the other and smiling happily.
Other people were in the pictures as well, some famous enough for even Trowa to recognize. He suddenly wondered why he had ever thought he stood a chance with Duo and cursed himself for getting his hopes up because of something he had obviously imagined. Shaking his head, he moved to other photos where Duo was more relaxed, usually captured in jeans and t-shirts. Trowa had to smile when he found a few with Quatre, more proof of their friendship.
Hearing footsteps that were heavier than the woman’s, he turned, ready to offer a smile. The smile faltered when he was faced by a dark-haired man with intense blue eyes. “Um, hello. I’m - ”
“Trowa Barton. I know.” The man held out one hand, his eyes intent on Trowa’s face. “Heero.”
“You’re Duo’s bodyguard.” The slight lift of dark eyebrows showed that the other man was surprised by the knowledge. “Duo told us about you this morning when we asked him about Relena.”
Heero shuddered, just as Duo had done earlier. His face went from impassive to frustrated as he sighed, leading Trowa into another room that had several chairs and a long sofa. “That woman’s delusional. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink? Duo will be down in a few minutes. He overslept.”
“No thanks. Why don’t I come back some other day?” Trowa suggested, not wanting to keep Duo from getting rest. “He must be exhausted after all that traveling.”
Blue eyes narrowed for a moment before Heero sat down in a chair opposite the one Trowa had chosen. The sudden smile was startling as he sat back, chuckling softly. “Now I can see why Duo’s so interested in you, Mr. Barton.”
“He just likes my books,” he shrugged, hiding the pain those words caused.
“That’s part of it, but that’s not why he wants to spend time with you, Mr. Barton.”
“Please call me Trowa,” he said, fixing his eyes on the watercolor hanging above the fireplace. “Why else would he spend time with me? It’s not like I can do anything to help his career.”
“So you aren’t interested that he might be playing lead in one of your movies?”
At the soft question, Trowa’s eyes snapped back to the other man’s, narrowing in anger. “I have nothing to do with who plays what when they make a movie out of my books. I barely have any input on the script. I honestly don’t give a damn, because I do my best to avoid watching the things. Usually they’ve been changed so much they don’t resemble what I wrote, anyway.” When Heero began to laugh, he let all the frustration he felt free. “I don’t know what’s so funny when you’re accusing me of doing such a thing. I didn’t even know who Quatre had invited to breakfast this morning, and I sure as hell didn’t know that I’d do damn near anything to see Duo again.”
Abruptly aware of what he had just said Trowa put his face in his hands, completely mortified by the outburst. He almost didn’t hear it when the other man spoke. “That’s good because I would hate to have to kill you. I think I could actually like you.”
Letting his hands fall, Trowa stared. “What?”
“Duo’s interested in you, very interested. The reason he overslept was because all he could do when he got home this morning was talk about you. I’ve never seen him so smitten with anyone before.” Heero’s eyes were softer now than they had been before, his body more relaxed. “I had to make sure you didn’t just want him for the movie.”
It was hard to hold onto his anger in the face of such honesty. “I don’t care about the movie. I’ll be totally honest with you.” Trowa took a deep breath and continued, “Duo is one of the most interesting and attractive people I’ve ever met and I felt…pulled to him this morning. I know how ridiculous that sounds, and I can’t explain it. I’ve thought about him all day.” Remembering the woman, Trowa shook his head forcefully. “None of that matters. He’s just helping me with my book and I won’t take advantage of that. I won’t cause him any problems with his girlfriend.”
“You would just ignore how you feel?”
When Trowa nodded, Heero snorted, “I guess it’s a good thing he doesn’t have a girlfriend, then.”
“But the woman that answered the door…”
“Is his stepsister, Hilde.” There was a black blur that flew down the stairs, the door slamming as she ran out. Heero smiled at the dramatic exit, “And apparently she’s late for her date with Alex Carver.” At Trowa’s blank look, Heero laughed lightly, “You really have no idea about celebrities, do you? Alex Carver is lead singer of the band Sunset Walk.”
“I think I might have heard of them at some point,” Trowa admitted, no longer worried that Heero would judge him badly. He couldn’t stop his eyes from looking toward the stairs every few seconds, his body tensed while waiting to see Duo again.
Heero rose and went to a small cabinet, opening it to reveal an array of bottles, raising one eyebrow at Trowa in question. Feeling more at ease now, Trowa asked, “Got any whiskey?”
“Some Irish.”
“Is there any other kind?”
Even though he was more comfortable, Trowa still felt wound tight as a drum as he sipped the liquid. Needing something to discuss, he gestured toward the painting. “This is really good.”
“Thanks. It’s something I do to relax.”
At the familiar voice, Trowa turned and stared. Duo was wearing a pair of skin tight black jeans and a button-up shirt that changed from lavender to light blue as he moved. Trowa was struck with how beautiful the long-haired man was, yet again, and was only able to force one word out of his suddenly dry throat. “Hi.”
Taking the glass that Heero offered, Duo kept his eyes on Trowa, smiling a little. Seeing the awareness in the violet eyes, Trowa forced himself to relax. All of his work failed when the other man closed the distance between them, looking up at him and finally speaking. “It’s really good to see you again, Trowa.”
The words, and the tone of them, did what nothing else had so far – put him at ease when he should have had the opposite reaction. “If you want me to go so you can rest, we can do this some other time.”
“Worried about me?”
“Yes.”
Duo waited for a moment, but when no further explanation was made he laughed. “I feel a lot better now, so don’t worry. I have enough people that worry about me already.”
Without thinking, Trowa reached forward and traced Duo’s cheek with his thumb. “Now you have one more.”
“Since you two appear to be just fine, I’ll leave you alone.”
Set to say something, Trowa blinked when he looked up to find them alone. Completely and totally alone. In order to keep from doing anything he might regret later, he dropped his hand and moved back a full step. “He’s not going with us?”
“Nope. He knows I’m safe here. Like I told you before, most people see me as just another person, not somebody famous. He doesn’t need to go with me here. We might run into a few fans, but nothing major.” Duo smiled, making Trowa wonder how anyone could see him as a normal person when he was so beautiful. “If it wasn’t for home I’d never have a chance to relax. What do you do for fun, Trowa?” Duo stepped forward, closing the space between them again.
For the sake of his sanity, Trowa retreated again. Even from several steps away the scent of the other man washed over him, something dark and male, making him dizzy. With his heart racing, he asked, “Fun?”
“What do you do to relax?”
“I write.” Backed into a wall, there was nowhere left for him to go. He wasn’t sure if he should go sideways or stay where he was as Duo neared. His legs took the decision away when they remained frozen in place. “I listen to music, too,” he added, moistening his lips and nearly moaning when Duo’s eyes locked onto the nervous gesture.
“You don’t seem very relaxed right now, Trowa. Do I make you tense?”
“Yes, and nervous.”
Tilting his head, Duo regarded him for a moment before closing the remaining distance and placing their bodies together. Trowa’s breath exited his lungs in a whoosh as they touched, his hands reaching out of their own will to grab the actor’s slim hips. Duo’s mouth was only an inch away when he spoke softly. “Is there anything I can do to keep you from being nervous?”
Instead of saying the things that filled his mind, Trowa went on pure instinct, closing the gap between them to cover Duo’s mouth with his own. In an instant, he knew he was doomed. No other man would ever compete with Duo, the taste and scent filling his senses and making him weak.
He was barely aware of arms winding around his neck, too lost in the feel of Duo’s mouth moving in tandem with his own. He used his hands to pull Duo even closer, hearing the soft moan from the other man. Only when his heart beat directly against Duo’s, both hammering in their chests, did he break the kiss, ending by staring into eyes as wide and shocked as he believed his were.
“Should we pretend we won’t end up in bed together?” questioned Duo, his voice shaky.
Feeling more in control now, Trowa grabbed Duo and lifted him off the floor, spinning their bodies as long legs wrapped around his waist. He nipped at Duo’s bottom lip as he pressed the smaller man to the wall, then soothed the spot with his tongue, smiling when he felt Duo tremble. “I don’t see any reason to pretend, but it won’t be tonight, Duo.”
Releasing a long breath, the long-haired man demanded, “Why not? I want you, Trowa.”
The simple phrase nearly destroyed the decision he had just made, but he managed to shake his head. “If we had sex now, that’s all it would be. I want more than just sex from you.” To soften the words, he kissed Duo, slowly this time. When he pulled away he was pleased to see that the violet eyes were heavy-lidded. “I need more from you. I don’t know a better way to explain it.”
“You don’t have to. I feel it, too. That… connection.” Duo grinned lazily, tightening his legs to bring the centers of their bodies together, gasping at the sensation. “That doesn’t mean you won’t kiss me again, does it?”
In answer, Trowa crushed their lips together, realizing that he was already addicted to the other man’s taste. Using his tongue, he explored Duo’s mouth fully, reveling in the feel of another tongue sliding on his. When his legs began to tremble, he broke the kiss with as gasp of his own. “I really hope I get to keep kissing you.”
“You have my permission to kiss me whenever you want,” returned the actor as he was set back on his own feet. “I guess for now we better get something to eat. I have the perfect place in mind.”
When Duo began to turn away, Trowa acted without thinking. He jerked the other man back to him and put his hand under the base of the thick braid. Holding Duo in place, he took one more kiss, not knowing if he would be free to do so while they were in public.
By the time he let go, Duo was clinging to him and breathing heavily. Trowa felt a great deal of satisfaction when dazed violet eyes opened slowly. “About that perfect place?” he teased softly.
“Hmmm. Right now the perfect place would be upstairs and down the hallway, but we won’t find any food there. You drive and I’ll tell you where to go, okay?”
As Duo led him outside, Trowa never gave a thought to the notebook and pen that he had dropped somewhere inside on the floor.
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