I really don't own these people… I wish I owned Duo… or Heero… or
even better… BOTH!! But neither are in this story… *sigh* Oh well. This
thing is like the closest to a lemon I've ever written… ^_^ daaa… ok. Enjoy
the story! Read and Review! *Sprays "Lawyer-b-gone"* ~Sakura~
Don't Be Afraid:
Trowa quietly crept into the house, after driving all night on his motorcycle. Driving always helped him think about his feelings. 'Boy do I need to get those feelings sorted…' he thought, almost humorously, 'It's not normal to be attracted to you're best friend. It's not normal to want to…ugh! I can't think about it…'
Suddenly, the lights turned on and Trowa froze on the spot. "Trowa? Where have you been?"
Trowa looked up and saw Quatre standing there in just his silk pajama pants. Trowa's breath caught in his throat and he brutally suppressed his desire to do so many unthinkable things to his blonde best friend. Quatre looked at him curiously, "Where have you been, Trowa?"
Trowa cleared his throat, "I…I went driving. I had some things on my mind…"
Trowa sat on the couch, then quickly pulled a pillow onto his lap, as Quatre sat next to him.
"What were you thinking about?" Quatre asked.
Trowa blushed, "I care about someone…but I don't think they feel the same."
"I know how that feels…" Quatre said, as he looked Trowa over, noticing that he looked very uncomfortable.
They sat there in silence, for what seemed like an eternity. Quatre bit his lip and thought, 'Ok Quatre…just go for it…'
He moved forward and Trowa looked up, "Quatre? What…?"
Quatre put a finger to his lips, silencing him, then he leaned forward and kissed him. Then, he pulled back, bright red, and licked his lips, staring intently at his feet.
"Sorry…I couldn't hel…" He was cut off by strong hands on his cheeks and a bruising kiss. He felt himself being laid on the couch and Trowa pulled back, panting and blushing. Quatre grinned brightly, enhancing his glowing expression with a light blush.
Trowa smiled, softly and brushed the hair out of Quatre's face, "You're so beautiful…I've wanted to tell you that for the longest time…"
"I've wanted to tell you for a long time too." Quatre said, as he leaned up and kissed Trowa's neck, biting gingerly. Trowa turned a brilliant shade of red and bit his lip.
"What's wrong, Trowa?" Quatre asked, as he brushed Trowa's bangs out of his face, studying him.
Trowa sat up and looked away, "I've uh…never done this before...I don't think I'm ready…"
Quatre knelt on the floor in front of Trowa and took his hands, gently, "Trowa… look at me."
Trowa looked up, guiltily to find Quatre smiling at him.
"Trowa, I've never done this either…and we don't have to do it now… and for the record, you never have to be afraid of telling me something like that… ok?"
Trowa smiled in relief, and ran his fingers through the small pilot's soft golden hair. Then, realization struck him, as his smile softened, lovingly.
"I love you, little one…" he whispered, as he pulled Quatre up and laid with him on the couch.
Quatre smiled, tearfully and snuggled against his best friend and lover, "I love you too, Trowa. I do."
~FIN~
Don't Be Afraid:
Trowa quietly crept into the house, after driving all night on his motorcycle. Driving always helped him think about his feelings. 'Boy do I need to get those feelings sorted…' he thought, almost humorously, 'It's not normal to be attracted to you're best friend. It's not normal to want to…ugh! I can't think about it…'
Suddenly, the lights turned on and Trowa froze on the spot. "Trowa? Where have you been?"
Trowa looked up and saw Quatre standing there in just his silk pajama pants. Trowa's breath caught in his throat and he brutally suppressed his desire to do so many unthinkable things to his blonde best friend. Quatre looked at him curiously, "Where have you been, Trowa?"
Trowa cleared his throat, "I…I went driving. I had some things on my mind…"
Trowa sat on the couch, then quickly pulled a pillow onto his lap, as Quatre sat next to him.
"What were you thinking about?" Quatre asked.
Trowa blushed, "I care about someone…but I don't think they feel the same."
"I know how that feels…" Quatre said, as he looked Trowa over, noticing that he looked very uncomfortable.
They sat there in silence, for what seemed like an eternity. Quatre bit his lip and thought, 'Ok Quatre…just go for it…'
He moved forward and Trowa looked up, "Quatre? What…?"
Quatre put a finger to his lips, silencing him, then he leaned forward and kissed him. Then, he pulled back, bright red, and licked his lips, staring intently at his feet.
"Sorry…I couldn't hel…" He was cut off by strong hands on his cheeks and a bruising kiss. He felt himself being laid on the couch and Trowa pulled back, panting and blushing. Quatre grinned brightly, enhancing his glowing expression with a light blush.
Trowa smiled, softly and brushed the hair out of Quatre's face, "You're so beautiful…I've wanted to tell you that for the longest time…"
"I've wanted to tell you for a long time too." Quatre said, as he leaned up and kissed Trowa's neck, biting gingerly. Trowa turned a brilliant shade of red and bit his lip.
"What's wrong, Trowa?" Quatre asked, as he brushed Trowa's bangs out of his face, studying him.
Trowa sat up and looked away, "I've uh…never done this before...I don't think I'm ready…"
Quatre knelt on the floor in front of Trowa and took his hands, gently, "Trowa… look at me."
Trowa looked up, guiltily to find Quatre smiling at him.
"Trowa, I've never done this either…and we don't have to do it now… and for the record, you never have to be afraid of telling me something like that… ok?"
Trowa smiled in relief, and ran his fingers through the small pilot's soft golden hair. Then, realization struck him, as his smile softened, lovingly.
"I love you, little one…" he whispered, as he pulled Quatre up and laid with him on the couch.
Quatre smiled, tearfully and snuggled against his best friend and lover, "I love you too, Trowa. I do."
~FIN~
