Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ leader of the pack ❯ Just the two of us ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and I probably never will.

 

Hello people! Well I thought I'd give this whole fanfiction thing another go, I hope you enjoy this story, feedback is greatly appreciated, and sorry about the delay it's only been what? 4 years? (Hides head in shame)

 

 

Standing outside the diner Trowa and Quatre waved off their friends, but not without a quick “don't do anything I would!” from Duo.

Turning to Trowa with a blinding smile “I like your friends”

Grabbing Quatre round the waist Trowa pulled the blonde up against his chest “not too much I hope, don't wanna have to share you with them.” Grinning even wider Quatre brushed a quick kiss against the taller boy's lips. If anyone else had been this forward and tactile with him Quatre would have run for the hills, but with Trowa it all just felt… well… right.

“Hmm, well they are by far the coolest people I've met since I got here” that earned the blonde a gentle slap to his rear. “Hey, what am I then? Chopped liver? Don't tell me you're not completely drawn to my mysterious charm” the playfully indignant look on Trowa's face had the blond chuckling softly. The couple walked towards Trowa's bike, “guess you'll have to convince me” teased the blonde.

Pulling Quatre closer to his side Trowa turned his head to run his nose along the blonde cheek and placed a kiss on his forehead “if it means spending more time with you then great”.

Sitting on the big black and green bike Trowa turned to the boy sat behind him “you still wanna head to the carnival?” Quatre remembered overhearing his classmates plans to go, and didn't relish the idea of being stared at and whispered about, especially since him and Trowa were getting along so easily despite the awkward start to the evening. “How about we go somewhere, just the two of us?” Quatre suggested, starring into green eyes. Trowa felt a small smile forming “where to then?”

“I'm still kinda new here, so surprise me” the blond wrapped his arms round the taller boy's waist. Trowa seemed to think about this before smiling again and with a quick nod of his head started up the bike.

 

 

The warm night air brushed gently across Quatre's face, closing his eyes he rested the side of his face against Trowa's broad back, breathing in the taller boys scent a contented smile of his face, Trowa briefly squeezed one of the blonde's hands before returning his own to the bikes handles, steering them out of the town and into the quiet countryside, the nearly full moon lighting their way.

 

 

Walking through the trees Trowa took Quatre's hand and let him to a clearing. Quatre gasped, taking in the huge expanse of water, the clear night sky reflected in the still lake. Hundreds of fireflies flitted around adding a surreal atmosphere. “This place is amazing Trowa”. Trowa was captivated by the beautiful boy beside him “I hoped you would like it, I used to come here all the time as a kid with Duo and Wufei”.

Sitting side by side, at the edge of the lake the two boys stared out over the water, in a companionable silence broken only by the chirping crickets and gentle splashes as fish broke the waters surface.

“I missed being round water” Quatre rested his chin on top of his bent knees. “Where I lived in California the beach was a two minute walk from my grandma's house”.

Trowa laid down arms pillowing his head “I always wanted to live near the sea, never even seen it”,

“We'll have to go one day, I'll teach you to surf”

Looking up at the blonde with some surprise “you surf?”

“Of course, it's like the national sport there!”

“You ever saw a shark?”

“A couple, but they don't bother me, I'm a total badass” Quatre grinned down at the green eyed boy, yelping when long fingers grabbed his sides tickling him.

“Oh yeah?” Trowa teased the boy, pulling him to the ground.

“Yeah, I could put you to shame Barton” grinning Trowa straddled the blond tickling him mercilessly.

“Uncle uncle!” the blue eyed boy begged breathlessly. Trowa rolled back onto his back pulling the blond with him. “So what was your life before here?” Trowa asked.

Quatre moved so he lay on his front, his chin resting on his folded arms which lay on Trowa's chest, staring of into the trees with a thoughtful look. “Not too exciting really, I had a few friends but no one really close. I lived with my grandma. I used to live with my dad, but he travels a lot with his work, and he decided it was best for me to stay settled someone, really I think he just wanted me out of the way. When Gran died I moved here with my sister, and have been here for almost two months now.” Trowa brought his hand up to run his long fingers though the golden hair. “What about the rest of your family?” Quatre closed his eyes soothed by the stroking fingers. “My mother died when I was a baby, I have a couple of older sister, but I don't really know them, Iria is my only real family and the only one with a sense of humor, everyone else is so serious and traditional.”

Quatre open his eyes, and blue met green, no words were needed, a quiet understanding passed between them.

“So what's your story?” Trowa jerked slightly, surprised by the sudden question. Quatre heard the deep sigh “you don't have to say anything if you don't want to” he whispered sincerely.

Trowa stroked the pale cheek reassuringly, “no, I want you to know” returning his fingers to the golden hair. “I live with my older sister Cathy. My mother moved us here when I was six, after my dad packed up and disappeared. We moved into the same street as Duo and we became firm friends, kinda had to stick up for each other, see he was in a similar situation to me, his mom left his dad to raise him and his brother Solo alone. We met Wufei at school; the three of us were kinda excluded so we stuck together. Like Duo said earlier this town doesn't like people who don't fit into their perfect homes ideal. My mom died six years ago, and it's been just me and Cathy since.” Trowa smiled softly “I think you'll like her, though she can be a bit… um…intimidating. No wonder I prefer men, growing up in a household of women”.

Quatre snorted a laugh “preaching to the choir here” looking quizzically “so when did you find out you were gay?”

“Hmmm, art class 9th grade, the teacher was hot” Trowa smirked “and you?”

Quatre laughed gently “all that time hanging out at the beach surrounded by girls in bikinis and I never even noticed they were there”.

“Were you seeing anyone back in California?” Trowa hoped he sounded cool and nonchalant when he asked this.

“No, plenty of hotties there, but no one really interested me. Guess I was waiting to meet some tall mysterious charmer” Quatre eyes locked onto Trowa's as he said this he moved closer his breath caressing the taller youth's lips. Rising up, Trowa closed the distance ghosting his lips in a barely there kiss. Pulling the blond into his arms he deepened the kiss tracing the other boy's lips with his tongue. Quatre responded, opening his mouth and wrapping his arms round Trowa's neck. The kiss rose in passion, tongues stroking, teeth clashing. Breaking apart for air, their lips tingling, they moved laying side by side, Quatre's head tucked under Trowa's chin.

They stayed like that for hours afterwards, kissing, talking sharing laughs and quiet comfort in their revelations to each other.

 

 

The ride back was never long enough for Quatre and too soon they were back outside his sister's house. “What are you doing this weekend?” Trowa asked, his thumb stroking the shorter boy's hip.

“Nothing much, I don't have work, you?” Quatre's knees going weak at the touch.

“I'm working at Maxwell's garage in the morning, so I'll come visit you after lunch?”

Quatre raised himself on tiptoe to kiss Trowa “I'll look forward to it” he whispered against his lips.

Trowa had no will of his own as he was drawn into the blond, bodies pulled tight against each other as lips met. Pulling away reluctantly Trowa kissed the palm of Quatre's hand then sauntered back to his bike, with one last smirk over his shoulder he was off, lost to the night.

Quatre leaned against the doorframe sighing, entering the house with a slight blush as he noticed the sudden tightness in his jeans. Grinning he ran up the stairs to his room, falling asleep with a smile knowing he was going to have some interesting dreams that night.

 

 

A/N Well I'm very rusty so I hope that wasn't too painful a read. I guess it was a bit talky but I wanted to get their past written down and out.

Lots of love people! Midori5