Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sleeping Prince ❯ A Trip and A Dream ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sleeping Beauty.

Pairings: 3x4, implied 1x2 and 5+C.

Category: AU; fantasy; romance; OOC; maybe lemon probably lime; Angst; yaoi

Warnings: I don't really know myself. Like talk of goddesses and reincarnation. Trowa masturbates, not graphic, so if you don't like that kind of stuff don't read that part, and if you like that kind of stuff well I hope it doesn't suck. Sap and I'm not good at writing sap well in at least my opinion, please tell me if you agree or not. The dream probably considered a lime. Long chapter.

Spoilers: None

Rating: R .

Author's Note: Please do not read if any of this will offend you. Sorry if it's written poorly it made since at the time I wrote it and every one knows what a mistake that can be. Today I noticed I have been switching the spelling of Catherine/Catharine, sorry I'll try to stop, I tried to fix them all.

Author: Benji Coyle

May

Today was the last day that the Barton's would be living in their house for an entire year maybe more depending on how Mr. Barton's teaching job went. Everything had already been packed away and sent to their new flat in France or put into storage. Tonight they'd be sleeping on sleeping bags in the living room relating old stories. And tomorrow they would be spending the night in New York and catch an early flight to France the next morning.

The last night in their house was more like a sleep over than anything else so no one got much sleep that night. Une and Treize had brought over dinner and they all shared a tearful goodbye. A taxi was taking them to the airport early the next morning and then they would have a four hour delay in Huston and arrive in New York at about twelve; and then they would be able to site see because there other flight took off at seven the next morning. Everything went as planed. {You know in real life it never works that way, but for the sake of this story and my sanity it will in this fic.}

The group went to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, and Time Square. Duo and Catherine were running off pure adrenalin, Trowa was his normals distance self and their dad was living off of caffeine. At about eleven they all made it back to their hotel room and promptly fell asleep.

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The Dream

Trowa was dreaming of the blond boy again only this time they were both older.

Quatre, 15, and Triton, 18, were in the garden walking along the paths looking at all of the flowers. "Triton do you want to go thru the maze there is a lovely fountain in the middle." Quatre asked hopefully. Triton was not one to turn down his little love, so of course he agreed with a nod. The joy in Quatre's eyes was worth it. Quatre knew the way by heart of course there was the long way and a short way; and the long way was the obvious choice for those who are in love and like each others company.

What would normally take half an hour took the two love birds an hour and a half. It took Quatre a good fifteen minutes to work up enough courage to take a hold of Tritons hand.

When Quatre and Triton reached the fountain a peculiar silence took over the pair. Not uncomfortable and not exactly relaxed, it was if everything till that moment had been building up to this point. Quatre was looking expectantly into Triton's eyes, and Triton was looking knowingly into Quatre's.

Triton slowly bent down and gently placed his lips to Quatre's in a delicate kiss. This act caught Quatre completely off guard and he backed up to the point were the back of his legs hit the fountains ledge. And gravity being as it may pulled the young blond into the fountain, leading to a shocked Triton and a very wet, very cold Quatre.

Quatre sat in the fountain sputtering stunned, for the second time in a row, and embarrassed. Triton never being one to tease the little Prince helped him out of the fountain and rushed him back into the castle.

In Quatre's room Triton tucked in the recently dried, barely dressed Quatre in to bed. "Triton I'm sorry about earlier." Quatre said sheepishly into the quilt. "What ever for?" Triton sincerely asked. "You know, at the fountain." Quatre said timidly. Triton reached over and brushed Quatre's bangs out of his eyes "I understand you weren't ready."

"No, no it's not that. It's just never in my wildest dreams, did I think that you'd ever want to kiss me." At seeing Triton's offended expression; or what he took as an offended expression. "Nooo! I wanted to kiss you, really I did, and it's just well I was afraid you didn't like me that way." Quatre finished while fainting interest in the pattern of the quilt. "No Quatre you're wrong I don't like you that way. I love you."

Quatre became the personification of bliss after Triton's revelation. "Really you do." Came Quatre's timid response. Triton sat down next to Quatre on the bed and took Quatre's chin in his hand, while placing his thumb over Quatre's lips "Yes really." And then he slowly bent down to capture the boy's lips with his own. This time instead of pulling back Quatre let himself fall into the kiss. The kiss was innocent and teasing. At the end of the kiss it was greeted with Quatre's merry little giggles, and Triton was so enchanted by this musical out burst; he kept kissing Quatre to draw out more of his song bird's precious melody. "Umm, Triton I love you too." Quatre finally said in-between breathing breaks. "I know my Prince." Triton said before attacking Quatre' lips again and again, and this did not stop until Triton noticed a soft blush creeping up Quatre's features.

"Quatre why are you blushing?" Triton asked innocently. This only helped in making Quatre blush more. "Please tell me." Triton asked a little concerned. "Ah, well um being like this, I mean um well, being so close to you makes me feel funny" Quatre said not looking at Triton. "Funny how so." Triton asked cautiously. "Um well I don't know how to explain it, so I think it would be easier to show you. Give me your hand." Quatre stated. Triton let Quatre take hold of his hand and was very surprised at watching Quatre lead his hand under the quilt. Further and further Tritons hand went until it landed on Quatre's very aroused member.

"Um little one why would this embarrass you." Triton asked with his hand still holding Quatre. "Well it's just new, and I'm not sure what it means." Quatre honestly admitted. "It means you like it when I kiss you." Triton said not knowing much about it himself. "Don't worry you make me fell the same way." Triton said as he took hold of Quatre's hand and led it to rest on top of a very similar bulge inside his pants. As soon as Quatre realized what he was touching his eyes lit up and he began to giggle again. After their little revelation the two began to kiss again. Seconds later a knock was heard at the door, "Prince Quatre have you seen Prince Triton his father is requesting him to go back home." Solo asked through the oak doors. "I'm here Solo." Triton answered and with that Trowa woke up.

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True Trowa did wake up but he still had a little "reminder" from his dream. In fact as reality came to him he realized that he was not in the best of situations to have a raging hard on. He was sharing a bed with his younger brother, his father was in the bed across from him, and his sister was in the other room sleeping on the fold out couch. Yes this was not a good time to be having dreams like this.

Trowa knew he'd not be able to fall back asleep in this condition and it was only two in the morning. So being as careful and as quite as a hormonal teenage boy could be, he made his way to the bathroom. Trowa locked the door behind him and sat on the toilet cover trying to go over his options. A) Taking a cold shower. B) Splashing himself with cold water from the sink or C) Masturbation. Plan A while effective would not work because he would wake up everyone by turning on the shower. Plan B was tempting but the sink was located outside of the bathroom and he'd still risk waking up his family. So by the looks of it he would have to fall back on the old fail safe, masturbation.

Before starting Trowa carefully removed his boxers and undershirt; he had also grabbed a wash cloth that someone had used earlier to wash their face with, it was still damp and he'd need it later for clean up. Slowly he lent back against the toilet bowl and wrapped his hand around his aching member. He moved quickly to bring himself to orgasm, when he felt himself get to the edge he covered his mouth with his arm to prevent from moaning to loudly. After the aftershocks had ceased he began to wash himself with the damp cloth. He slowly dressed himself and went back to bed, not a soul was aware of Trowas late night wanderings.

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After hours and hours of Duo driving everyone insane on the plane they finally arrived at there destination. Going thru customs was a breeze compared to sitting next to Duo on a long airplane ride. After spending several more hours in the airport they were released, and promptly got a cab ride to their new flat.

It took several weeks to unpack everything, and get situated into their new living environment. Their father had to go to many meetings and things over this time, and even though they were in France the kids still wanted to go on their annual Fourth of July camping trip. Unfortunately their father would be occupied so it would just be the three of them. They decided to go into the mountains that were located about four hours away from the town they were living in. Catherine had gotten her drivers license and their father was letting them take the land rover. They had packed enough supplies for two and a half weeks and were bring their new dirt bikes, life was great.

And at five o'clock in the morning July 1st the three took off for what was to become more than a little camping trip.

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TBC

Notes:

The reason I chose those places in New York is because those are the places I visited when I went to New York last summer.

Well can you guess what will happen, I promise I will not kill off Trowa, again. So is it to predictable and too corny, too anything; please tell me I will fix it.

Sorry if some parts seemed rushed.

And next chapter Camping trip, drinking, a bad birdie and a new quest begins.