Title: Chopsticks
Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: Beware the insanity.
Pairing: 1+2+1
Warnings: Silly, fluffy, shonen ai, kissing, chopsticks, Chinese food. Oh yeah, and Duo's a smartass.
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"Heero, did you pick up dinner?" Duo demanded, bouncing around Heero in circles. Heero rolled his eyes, and brandished a large, white paper bag.
"Yes Duo, I got dinner," he said, a smile quirking on his lips, even as he tried to glare. Duo grinned, plucking the back out of his hands. In the space of time it took Heero to take off his shoes, hang up his coat and walk past the entrance, dinner was already spread out over the coffee table in the living room.
"Hurry up!" Duo called, then half dragged Heero into the living room. Heero allowed himself to be dragged.
Heero sat down on the rocking chair, while Duo plunked himself on the couch. He eagerly began heaping food onto his plate, while Heero broke the chopsticks[1].
Duo was looking around for something to eat with, when Heero handed him the chopsticks.
"Here," Heero said, before serving himself. He began to eat, and it was only when Duo began to curse fluently that he looked up. Duo had a breaded chicken ball impaled on one chopstick, while the other was holding it still while Duo lifted the whole mess to his mouth.
"What are you doing?" Heero asked, chopsticks paused three quarters of the way to his mouth.
"Trying to eat with these stupid stick things," Duo grumbled. The chicken ball fell to the ground and rolled under the couch, where it was consumed by fanged, long-legged dust bunnies.[2]
"Do you want some help?" Heero asked, setting his chopsticks down.
"No." Duo tried impaling another chicken ball, which flew off his plate and out the window, hitting a nearby cat. "Maybe," he amended, trying to chase the last chicken ball around his plate. "Yes," he said in defeat.
"Hn," Heero said, standing up and standing behind the couch. He put one arm over Duo's shoulder to grasp Duo's hand, then used the other to retrieve the second chopstick. He placed both in Duo's right hand, positioning them correctly.
"Like that, huh?" Duo said, looking back at Heero, breath brushing the other boy's cheek. Instead of replying, Heero looked into Duo's eyes and slowly leaned forward to kiss him.
"And that's how Heero and I got together Quat," Duo said, leaning back comfortably.
Quatre rolled his eyes. "Does Heero know that you knew how to use chopsticks all along?" he demanded. "After all, you taught ME!"
Duo winked. "I'll never tell..."
Quatre pursed his lips, looking back towards the kitchen. "Maybe I should try that..." he mused.
Trowa's voice floated into the living room. "I heard that."
End
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1- "Breaking the chopsticks" means separating them for eating, mostly for the disposable kind.
2- Don't ask...
Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: Beware the insanity.
Pairing: 1+2+1
Warnings: Silly, fluffy, shonen ai, kissing, chopsticks, Chinese food. Oh yeah, and Duo's a smartass.
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"Heero, did you pick up dinner?" Duo demanded, bouncing around Heero in circles. Heero rolled his eyes, and brandished a large, white paper bag.
"Yes Duo, I got dinner," he said, a smile quirking on his lips, even as he tried to glare. Duo grinned, plucking the back out of his hands. In the space of time it took Heero to take off his shoes, hang up his coat and walk past the entrance, dinner was already spread out over the coffee table in the living room.
"Hurry up!" Duo called, then half dragged Heero into the living room. Heero allowed himself to be dragged.
Heero sat down on the rocking chair, while Duo plunked himself on the couch. He eagerly began heaping food onto his plate, while Heero broke the chopsticks[1].
Duo was looking around for something to eat with, when Heero handed him the chopsticks.
"Here," Heero said, before serving himself. He began to eat, and it was only when Duo began to curse fluently that he looked up. Duo had a breaded chicken ball impaled on one chopstick, while the other was holding it still while Duo lifted the whole mess to his mouth.
"What are you doing?" Heero asked, chopsticks paused three quarters of the way to his mouth.
"Trying to eat with these stupid stick things," Duo grumbled. The chicken ball fell to the ground and rolled under the couch, where it was consumed by fanged, long-legged dust bunnies.[2]
"Do you want some help?" Heero asked, setting his chopsticks down.
"No." Duo tried impaling another chicken ball, which flew off his plate and out the window, hitting a nearby cat. "Maybe," he amended, trying to chase the last chicken ball around his plate. "Yes," he said in defeat.
"Hn," Heero said, standing up and standing behind the couch. He put one arm over Duo's shoulder to grasp Duo's hand, then used the other to retrieve the second chopstick. He placed both in Duo's right hand, positioning them correctly.
"Like that, huh?" Duo said, looking back at Heero, breath brushing the other boy's cheek. Instead of replying, Heero looked into Duo's eyes and slowly leaned forward to kiss him.
"And that's how Heero and I got together Quat," Duo said, leaning back comfortably.
Quatre rolled his eyes. "Does Heero know that you knew how to use chopsticks all along?" he demanded. "After all, you taught ME!"
Duo winked. "I'll never tell..."
Quatre pursed his lips, looking back towards the kitchen. "Maybe I should try that..." he mused.
Trowa's voice floated into the living room. "I heard that."
End
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1- "Breaking the chopsticks" means separating them for eating, mostly for the disposable kind.
2- Don't ask...