Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Unicorn ❯ Chapter 6

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The Unicorn- Chapter 6

 

 

Trowa quickly stepped out of the soiled boxers and kicked them into the corner a little harder than he intended to.  His t-shirt soon joined the pile.  He pulled the shower curtain back and turned on the water.  While he waited for the water to come up to temperature, his mind spun around what had just happened.

 

In the simplest terms, he had just let Quatre jerk him off.  He felt…he felt, he wasn’t quite sure how to put into words how he felt.  Taken advantage of?  Yes, but if he really wanted to, he could have put a stop to it.  That meant he wanted it in some way, right?  And he did.  He had been sleeping next to Quatre every night for over a month and he would be lying if he didn’t say the thought hadn’t crossed his mind a few times.  Well, okay a lot, but it felt wrong even though he knew full well that the unicorn wanted him too.  He was not shy about it at all.  But that was the first time anyone touched him like that.  It was overwhelming.  And right now, he kind of felt like Quatre had bamboozled him into it.  Catching him off guard while he was still on a high after his first kiss with Duo.  His first kiss ever, mind you.    

 

Stepping under the hot spray, Trowa cursed himself again for being so foolish, so…innocent.  With a sigh, he washed himself and tried to think up how he was going to confront Quatre over this when he got out.    

 

After he was finished, he pulled the shower curtain back to reveal Quatre sitting on the closed lid of the toilet.  “Jesus, Quatre!” Trowa gasped, pulling the bottom of the shower curtain up to cover himself.  “That door was locked.  How did you get in here?”

 

Quatre gave him an annoyed look.  “Please.  No human lock is capable of keeping a magical being such as myself out.”

 

“Yeah, well, I would like a little privacy right now.  Can you please go wait in the bedroom?”

 

The unicorn’s expression quickly melted into remorse.  “Trowa, I’m so sorry.  You have to know that I never meant to hurt you.”  He rose to his feet and moved towards the taller man, reaching out to touch him.  “I just wanted to make you feel good.  You were brimming with so much energy, I guess I got a little carried away.”

 

In the cramped space, Trowa had nowhere to go.  He retreated until his back was flush against the cool tiles, hoping Quatre caught on.  “Let me get dressed and we’ll talk about this, okay?” 

 

The unicorn’s outstretched hands flexed on empty air a few times before withdrawing.  Looking dejectedly at his feet, he replied, “Okay.”  He pouted like a child as he walked out of the small bathroom and back into the bedroom.

 

Trowa swiped a hand over his damp face with a frustrated sigh.  The things he had to put up with.  He grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist so he could step out and close the door behind the dejected unicorn-turned-man.  Once again, he was alone with his thoughts, but that really didn’t make him feel any better.  He dried off quickly and exited the room with the towel still wrapped around him.  He could feel Quatre’s eyes on him from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed as he walked over to the dresser to get a pair of clean boxers and another shirt to wear.  He left the towel around his waist as he pulled the new underwear up underneath it before pulling it away and tossing it through the bathroom door.  No free shows for the horny unicorn.

 

When he was finished dressing, he flopped down on his back next to where Quatre sat on the bed.  He stared up at the ceiling for a few heartbeats trying to organize his thoughts into something rational.  Quatre broke the silence before he could think of anything.

 

“Are you mad at me?” the blonde asked without turning around. 

 

“A little, yes,” Trowa answered honestly.

 

“Do you want me to leave?”

 

The question came as such a surprise that Trowa immediately rolled over onto his side to face the other man. “What? No, why would you think that?”   It had never occurred to him that he could ask or even make the unicorn leave. 

 

The unicorn-turned-human glanced blearily over his shoulder and then back to stare down at his hands resting in his lap.  “I took something that you didn’t offer,” he replied simply, but the regret was clear. 

 

“You did,” Trowa replied.  He reached out to take hold of a lock of Quatre’s long tresses, letting it slip through his fingers and repeated the gentle combing a few more times before continuing.  “But I’m not mad enough to want you to leave.  You took me by surprise is all.”

 

Quatre leaned into the touch like a cat.  “I’m sorry.  I know it’s not me you want to do these kinds of things with.” 

 

Trowa stilled his petting.  The unicorn wasn’t wrong.  Just being around for the last few days, you didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that he was attracted to Duo, but the mournful way Quatre sounded actually started to make him feel guilty for not returning his advances.  It’s not like there wasn’t anything there.  Trowa definitely could appreciate how attractive the other man was with all his lean muscle and alabaster skin, and the fact that he was showing any interest in a nobody like him was a miracle in and of itself.  It’s just that he had been crushing on Duo for a while now and he couldn’t exactly switch it off. 

 

“I’ve got it!” the unicorn exclaimed.  He spun around and pounced onto the bed to straddle the taller man before he had a chance to object.  He leaned forward so that his face was a few inches from Trowa’s.  His white-blonde hair fell like a curtain around them.  “Starting tomorrow I’m going to help you get your heart’s love.”

 

Trowa smiled up at the unicorn.  “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but what can you do to help?  You’re not going to do something magic like put a spell on him or something, are you?” 

 

“No, silly.  I can help you make your declaration of love to him.  We can write him love poetry and songs and-“

 

“Love poetry and songs?” Trowa interrupted.  “I’m not a musician and I can’t write poetry for shit.”  What year does this guy think it is?  I’m supposed to write Shakespearian sonnets now? 

 

“Don’t worry about that.  You have me to help you,” Quatre beamed. 

 

Trowa rolled his eyes.  He pushed gently on the other man’s shoulders to guide him off his lap as he sat up.  “Let’s just go to sleep.  I’m exhausted.  We’ll talk more in the morning.”

 

Quatre cuddled up to Trowa.  Close, but careful not to touch.  To his surprise, the auburn-haired man stretched out his arm and gave a quick jerk of his head, silently signaling that it was okay for him to rest his head on Trowa’s chest.  The unicorn happily complied and sighed when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.  Things will be better in the morning.

 

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The two slept in a little later than usual, but it was Saturday, so it didn’t matter.  Trowa got up and made them both breakfast and puttered around the apartment until it was nearly noon.  He wondered if he should send Duo a text to thank him for a good time and maybe try to get some more concrete plans out of him. He didn’t want to come across as desperate, but the more he lingered on the memory of that kiss, the more anxious he became.  Quatre, on the other hand, was as cool as a cucumber.  He spent the morning lounging on the couch enjoying the morning sun.   He was probably writing poems in his head for Trowa to recite. 

 

After lunch, he decided that sending a quick, friendly text wouldn’t be too presumptuous of him.  He wouldn’t babble on and on, just a few words to see when they could get together again, thank him for the fun night…and the kiss.  He asked Quatre if he should do it, and the unicorn agreed it should be fine.  He spent the next ten minutes typing, deleting, and retyping before hitting “Send” on what he hoped wasn’t a horribly stupid sounding text.  To his shock, his phone chimed almost immediately with Duo’s reply.  He reciprocated his thanks for the kiss with a winking emoji and said that he would get back to him early in the week to try and make plans to have dinner with him again.

 

He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart soar when he read that text.  A giddy rush of excitement shot through his body like a bolt of lightning.  “Looks like dinner is on for some time early in the week, Quatre.”

 

The unicorn-turned-human bolted upright on the couch.  “Really?  Oh, this is so thrilling.”

 

Now came the hard part- waiting.  After dinner on Sunday, Trowa decided to head to the store to buy supplies for a few things he could make in case Duo didn’t give him too much notice.  It was too hard to prepare and shop during the week if he was working at his internship. 

 

While they waited for the elevator to come up to their floor.  Trowa had a quick moment of panic when he thought he left the shopping list back in the apartment, but it was folded neatly in the pocket of his shorts.  Shopping list?  Check.  Tote bags?  Check.  Quatre looking somewhat comical wearing Trowa’s cargo shorts and a pair of old flip-flops?  Check. 

 

There was a muted ding and the elevator doors opened.  Trowa made a move to enter but stopped dead in his tracks.  Quatre gently bumped into his back.  Inside the elevator, two men were inside.  A taller, very muscular man wearing a black tank top had his body pressing a shorter man into the side wall of the elevator car.  They were kissing rather passionately.  They hadn’t noticed that the elevator had stopped yet, but they didn’t need to.  Trowa recognized Duo’s braid immediately.

 

The unicorn looked around Trowa’s body to see why he wasn’t moving and gasped loudly.  The two men in the elevator jumped apart.  Duo had a few seconds to give a shocked, wide-eyed look at Trowa before Quatre pointed at the other man and shrieked, “Interloper!  You will pay for your interference, interloper!”

 

When the unicorn made a move to go around him, it shocked Trowa out of his momentary stupor and he grabbed Quatre by his shoulders to stop him from lunging at the other man.

 

“What the fuck?  Who the fuck is this little twerp?’ the muscle man sneered as he took a step towards Quatre quite threateningly.  Duo grabbed him by the elbow.

 

“I’ll show you who I am!  How dare you!” Quatre yelled, trying to push past Trowa’s hold.  This unicorn was ready to throw down.

 

The elevator doors began to close, and Duo blocked them with his body.  When the doors reopened, he stepped out and beckoned the other man to follow.  “Here, take my keys and go wait in my apartment.”   He said, pushing his key ring into the center of the other man’s chest. Turning him away, he practically shoved him in the direction of his apartment.  The muscle man gave a confused look to Duo, then to Trowa holding back an enraged Quatre, and then back to Duo.  “Just go,” Duo added, and the other man just shook his head and started off down the hall.

 

Trowa took Quatre’s face in both his hands to force the unicorn to look at him and not the man retreating down the hall.  “Quatre, please go wait in the apartment for me, okay?”  The blonde looked like he wanted to object more, but he dutifully slunk back and went down the opposite hall to their apartment.  Turning back to Duo he could only imagine what the look on his face must be like.  “So, I guess that’s Marco, huh?” he said.  It came out sounding angry, which he was.  He couldn’t help but notice how red and plump Duo’s lips were from the kissing.  They looked like that Friday night too.

 

Duo rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  “How did you kn-“  The realization was a crescendo across his face.  “Karen said something the other night, didn’t she?”  When the green-eyed boy nodded, he tried to explain.  “Look, Tro, I know that looked bad, but it wasn’t what you think.  My relationship with Marco is kinda…complicated.”

 

There was that word again.

 

Trowa held his hands up to stop the long-haired man from continuing.  “It doesn’t matter what I think.  You don’t need to give me an explanation.  We aren’t married or even in a relationship.  You can’t cheat on someone you’re not even with.”  His mouth was saying the words, but his heart was nowhere near believing it. 

 

“Yeah, but-“

 

“It’s fine, you don’t owe me anything.”

 

Duo took a deep breath and sighed.  “I’m sorry about this.  I know you won’t believe me, but I was going to end it with Marco for good.”

 

“Oh, is that what that looks like?”  Trowa had to give himself props for the snarky comeback.  He wasn’t usually this quick-witted.  Duo looked hurt and it made Trowa’s heart hurt a little more, too. 

 

“Okay, I deserved that, “Duo said, thoroughly defeated.  “I guess I’ll see you around then.”

 

“Yeah,” Trowa replied quietly.  There was silence between them for a few heartbeats before Trowa turned and slowly walked towards his apartment.

 

When he was in front of the apartment door, Trowa paused and looked down the hallway at the long-haired man.  Duo hadn’t moved.  Even from a distance, Trowa could see the regret in the other man’s expression.  Maybe he should have let Duo explain himself more, but what was the point?  It would have dragged out the awkward moment more and from the looks of things, Marco still was a presence in Duo’s life and his dorky ass wasn’t going to compete with that.  That guy was cut like a living Greek statue.  Let Duo figure out his shit and then maybe they could see if there was something between them worth pursuing, but until then he was going to have to remove himself from the situation.  He looked away and slid his key into the lock. 

 

Another potential relationship dead on arrival…again.

 

Quatre was waiting from him when he walked through the door.

 

“Oh, Trowa,” was all he could say once he saw the other’s despondent expression.  Trowa plopped down hard on the sofa and the unicorn wrapped himself around the young man and just held him. 

 

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Trowa spent the better part of the following week thinking about his relationship issues.  Why did he fall so hard at Duo’s attention?  Why, out of all the other times, did he let himself actually begin to picture some kind of future with the other man?  Duo seemed so eager to get to know him.  Like really, really seemed genuine in learning about him.  He wouldn’t just do that as some kind of long con to get a quick lay and never call him again, would he?  Maybe he would.  It occurred to him that he didn’t know all that much about Duo and in all honesty, Duo didn’t know all that much about him either.  But, God, the potential was there, and it was killing him that it blew up in his face because his incessant need to be prepared.  If only he had gone shopping earlier that day, then he would never have been standing in front of that fateful elevator. 

 

It wasn’t that he was desperate to lose his virginity to someone.  That was definitely a huge part of it, but he really just wanted someone to love him and love them in return.  Sex would have been an extra benefit.  If he just wanted sex, he was sure he could find a willing partner easily.  Hell, Quatre propositioned him on a daily basis.  And that was when it dawned on him.  Maybe he should just get the virginity problem out of the way and then he could try to focus on a relationship.  Maybe the pressure of entering adulthood as a virgin was putting some subconscious stress on him that was leading to him unconsciously sabotaging all his potential relationships.  He could be sending out signals that were tuning other guys off.

 

So, when he got home from work that night, he walked into the bedroom where Quatre was lying on his stomach diagonally across the bed reading a fashion magazine.  His long white-blonde hair was fanned out down his back and sides like a cape.  His perfect ass cheeks looked like a ripe peach and not to get too distracted by that, Trowa blurted out, “Quatre, I think we should have sex.”