Disclamer: Don't own please don't sue, borrowing my favorite Gundam boys.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Story: Christmas fic 2010, sometimes all it takes is the right person and the right season.
Author's Note: Right so this is a complete fluff piece, terribly cliché but this time of year why not right? It was supposed to be a one shot, however I am far to long winded for that and so we end up with a three part story. The last part will be posted Christmas. Yes there is a lemon a pretty good one, but the story is alright not my favorite. Anyway enjoy!
A First Real Christmas
Part 1
"Isn't he dreamy," the teen sighed longingly as he stared out the window. "Who?" his companion glanced at the window, where the other class was currently playing football in gym. "Trowa Barton of course, he's just so…" Duo Maxwell trailed off sighing again. His best friend Quatre looked back and forth between the two, "For real? The guy is a total player, and an egotistical asshole." Duo waved a long fingered hand airily shrugging his long thick braid over his shoulder. The pair where currently in study period, working on homework. It was their final year at high school, and Duo had decided that this was going to be the year. He would finally confess to Trowa his long time crush, make the grades, and once more star on the volleyball team.
"I'm going to do it this year Quatre, I really am." He promised his friend, the blonde sighed rubbing his eyes under his glasses, "You've been saying that the last four years." The big teen mumbled, shaking his head. Quatre Winner was a big guy standing an imposing six-six he was star centre for the basketball team. Lanky as hell, he looked more like a nerd then an athlete, he and Duo had been best friends since kindergarten; after Duo had beat the hell out of the kids teasing the to tall Quatre. Despite his size Quatre was rather shy, and quite, while his outspoken friend more then made up for it.
"Duo you could have any guy you wanted," he reasoned with his best friend. It was true, Duo was gorgeous he was tall, not as tall as Quatre but a respectable six two. Handsome, almost pretty with his full lips, pert noise and to big eyes the colour of violets. Boys and girls alike where falling all over themselves to get his attention, especially with the big Christmas and the post football dance around the corner. "But I want him…" he muttered eyes following the slim figure, wincing in sympathy as another bulky figure smashed into him. The teen was a hopeless romantic holding a torch for Trowa, staring quarterback, for the last four years.
"The guy is a complete player, he's slept with half the school if rumors are true." Quatre said unsure who he was trying to convince. He glanced outside as well, the tall well muscled frame of the teen as he wound up to fire off a throw; it was like watching poetry in motion. Shrugging he returned to his homework, best to ignore him when he got into those moods. Duo shot him an unreadable glance, looking back to the field, visions of Trowa sweeping him off his feet dancing through his mind.
-#-#-#-
"I'm going to do it this year Heero!" Trowa called over the pounding of the water from the showers. The lean man shook his head opening his eyes to glance at his best friend. The big man quietly lathering up beside him. "You say that every year." The other said quietly, the pair where the last to shower, taking their time after gym ending. "I am for real," he insisted turning off the tap and wrapping the towel around his slim hips. Heero hid his small smile under the water shaking shaggy brown locks slicked to his head just barely grazing his shoulders. Heero Yuy was star of the defensive line, about to finish a rather illustrious football career with the team.
"He's a string bean," Heero commented shutting down his own shower. Trowa snapped him with a wet towel, "Hey now watch it partner." Chuckling the big teen sat drying his hair vigorously. Looking at them now, no one would have known that once they had been mortal enemies. Heero had never been interested in anything, school was far to easy, a bored mind rebelling against the system he'd been kicked out of three schools. His frustrated parents had shipped him to a different country to attend an elite boarding school. His antics had attracted the attention of the Captain of the football team. Trowa had wanted him, and after a few fights he had won over the stone faced man.
"I'm going to ask him today, after school." Trowa vowed, setting on leg on the bench, Heero shrugged, "Who can resist you?" he agreed feeling his own gut wrench in nerves. "I hope you're right," humming he pulled on his designer jeans, fussing with his perfect hair in the mirror. Tall, lithe, well-muscled Trowa was the whole package a good-looking, smart athlete. Everyone loved him and others wanted to be him. He was the most popular person in school, the rumors about his prowess on and off the field where greatly exaggerated. Heero knew for a fact his friend was in love with Quatre Winner. What he saw in that piece of spaghetti was beyond Heero.
Dressing in his own jeans and t-shirt Heero checked himself in the mirror. The cut over his eye was almost healed, the black bruise practically gone. His two broken fingers, now healed but crooked; all wounds from football, his fighting days where behind him. Yet his body bore the scars of his wayward past. His friends almost perfect face floated in his mind and he glanced at his own to strong face. On a good day he was maybe handsome, his features sharp and angular. His body wide and solid, too much muscle from training. "Footballs is over next week, the big end of season dance…and Christmas it's perfect timing. " Finished dressing the pair headed out of the locker rooms heading into the school proper.
-#-#-#-
"Hey," the smooth voice made Quatre look up from his book. School had ended about ten minutes ago and the tall teen had been finishing up his almost finished homework. Surprised blue eyes looked up at him from behind wire frames. Trowa thought he looked adorable, to tall for the desk, his glasses sliding off his nose. Shaggy blond hair that looked soft to touch. Trowa casually sat on the desk across from him. "What you up to?" he smiled he most charming smile.
Quatre was on guard immediately why was the most popular boy in school suddenly talking to him? "Homework," he said softly meeting green eyes steadily. If he didn't know better he would have thought Mr. Popularity was nervous. "Ahhh I see…" clearing his throat he wiped sweaty palms on his jeans, he hadn't thought it would be this hard. "So umm…our last game is Friday." He said casually glancing away. Quatre, was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, nodded. "You going to the game?" before he could think better of it Quatre was nodding again.
Clearing his throat Trowa plunged in, "Maybe if you weren't busy afterwards you might want to get some dinner…with me that is." The other teen froze; Trowa waited nervously watching the play of emotions across his face. Shock, surprise, amazement, before upset, and anger. Standing quickly he got stuck on the desk, angrily he struggled out of it. "What is this a joke? Pick on the geek?" Dumbfounded Trowa watched as Quatre collected his books throwing them in his battered bag. "Is this how you get enjoyment?"
"No, wait!" Trowa rushed after him catching him half way across the room, "I wasn't kidding," he said the tall teen he had to look up the other having a good four inches on him. "I like you…a lot." He finished lamely, Quatre opened his mouth to let him have it. When all of a sudden, Trowa stood on tiptoes pressing his lips to the other catching the gasp before deepening the kiss.
Duo having finished his meeting was looking for Quatre, rounded the corner "Hey Q you-" words stalled in his throat, Duo stood in open mouthed shock as his best friend, and his crush where kissing. He wasn't sure how long he stood there but suddenly there where strong arms around him pulling him away, a calloused and taped hand on his mouth. He didn't struggle at first as the unknown figure pulled him into the classroom across the hall. Suddenly coming back to himself Duo began to move. "Let me go!" He gasped wrenching away he turned to look at his would be captor; he recognized that battered face, Heero Yuy. "What are you doing?" Duo hissed straightening he clothing. "Giving them privacy," Heero replied having a hard time getting the words out, he hadn't really thought about what he was doing. He just wanted to give his friend some time, it seemed like it was going well. Now he stood face to face with the one person on this planet with the power to unnerve him.
Duo was still trying to come to terms with what he'd seen. Why would his best friend be kissing Trowa? Quatre knew that he wanted Trowa…Duo looked to the open class room where the pair where separating. Quatre looking dazed. "You like him," Heero suddenly blurted out connecting the dots. Violet eyes filled with tears, a big arm wrapped around the smaller teen pulling him into his chest. "I'm sorry," Heero mumbled feeling his own heart break, Duo liked someone else. "He's my best friend, he knew…." Came the watery voice from the area of his chest.
Heero held him tightly waiting until he got a hold of himself. Duo felt like he was in molasses, his world was slow, sticky, and heavy. Like he wasn't in his body. Feeling wrung he suddenly realized he was pressed to Heero Yuy. Yuy the badass who barely went to class, spending most of his time in trouble and fighting. Rumors about him where rampant, everything from mafia ties, to drug running. Yet those arms held him gently, Duo pulled away slowly glancing up at a face to strong to be handsome. Obscured by the thick shaggy hair. His eyes though, they where almost to blue to be real eye colour, framed with thick lashes.
The silence was heavy, tension thick in the empty room both keenly aware of each other. Duo's mind was still soggy, sluggish. "What about me?" He asked into the silence, staring steadily into puffy, crying eyes. Duo's lips parted in surprise, was he asking what he thought he was? Heero stepped closer, Chuck Taylor's not making a sound, "I really like you Duo." He whispered seconds before firm lips settled on his. Duo's already fuzzy mind deserted him completely, rough hands held his arms pulling him firmly against the hard body. A small involuntary moan escaped him as he raised arms to wrap around Heero, slowly loosing himself…."Duo?" the cry snapped him out of the haze.
With a gasp he pulled away, swollen well kissed lips parted as he stared at Heero for a heart beat before fleeing the room, past Quatre and down the hall. "Hey Duo!" the tall blonde chased after him. Heero walked to the doorway slowly, Trowa already watching the pair depart, "He said he'd consider it…" Trowa smiled widely, glancing to a bemused friend. "What happened to you?" the big guy shrugged, shouldering his bag a small half smile tugging his mouth. "Nothing…yet." He said cryptically as the pair left heading for the school dorms.
-#-#-#-
Duo lay in his bed staring at the dark ceiling. Quatre had come again to try and talk to him for about the fourth time since he'd locked himself in his dorm room. He had skipped supper not wanting to be around anyone as he sorted through his emotions. He swung between anger and depression, angry at Quatre for kissing him…for being there….but his anger didn't change the fact that clearly Trowa liked the blond. His heart hurt, sniffling again he curled in on himself crying. It hurt so much; it felt like he wasn't ever going to feel good again.
Wiping angrily as his running nose he closed his eyes trying to sleep, Trowa appeared before his eyes as always calling to him beckoning. His chest hurt more, biting his lip he breathed deep pushing it away drifting slowly as his breathing evened out. In his mind's eye Trowa slowly widened, thick well-muscled arms reached for him, before commanding lips settled on his.
-#-#-#-
Heero puffed in the chilly morning air, it was getting to cold to run outside he could feel snow in the air today. Breathing deep he rounded the corner cresting the hill leading back towards the school. A stone monstrosity nestled deep in the countryside. It wasn't far from the town about a twenty-minute drive, but secluded enough to be able to charge outrageous sums of money from the rich kids attending it. In the case of Heero it was the large sums of money his parents supplied, for others it was outstanding academic records or athletic talent like his friend Trowa.
Breathing easy he veered away from the school heading for the stadium, moving inside the structure to finish his work out on the track. Muscular legs bunched and flexed under the grey sweat pants, his tight underarmour top outlines his toned chest perfectly. The black toque was riding low on his brow, sweaty brown hair almost steaming in the early morning cool. "Morning, glorious day isn't it?" Trowa fell in stride beside him a stupid grin on his face. Heero grunted, he'd barely slept tossing and turning worrying over Duo, over what had happened…and the fact he'd never got an answer from him. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine," Trowa said picking up the pace, Heero grunting again came after him racing around the track at top speed; the pair chuckling as they collapsed half way around.
Up in the school Duo was just stirring, feeling terrible from the amount of crying the night before. Dragging himself up he gathered his shower gear staggering into the still dim corridor heading for the shower. "Duo!" violet eyes closed, he hadn't wanted to see him yet to deal with what he was anticipating to be a heat-breaking scene. Quatre's lanky form was beside him, "Are you feeling better?" nervous blue eyes where searching his face, "A little," Duo tried to smile but it came off sick and sad. His friend smiled at him gently, "Maybe you should rest today?" the blonde offered, placing an arm around his shoulders. Shrugging it off Duo shook his head, "I'm fine," he snapped stepping away he entered the showers not bothering to see if Quatre followed.
Duo's day did not improve from there. He spent most of it avoiding his best friend as well as Yuy. The large teen popping up in the most unusual places, the library while he was studying not more the ten feet away reading quietly at another table. At lunch Duo sat in the corner alone, Heero sat at the other end of the same table. The man was beyond frustrating. Between his new stalker and the kicked puppy look Quatre was giving him by the time the day was over he was in one hell of a bad mood. He stormed all the way to his student council meeting, as President he was to get the Christmas dance committee going. Unfortunately due to his current mood he didn't pay much attention to what was happening, letting the girls figure out most of it. A regrettable decision that lead to a themed dance, that was vastly over budget. Duo rubbed his temples wondering what Heero was doing.
"Stalking is such a harsh word, but if the shoe fits…" Trowa glanced at his good friend through his helmet grill. Heero shrugged big padded shoulders. They where in the middle of practicing, a light dusting of snow making the ground soggy and far to slippery to run decent drills. It didn't matter they needed to practice rain, shine, or snow. "Dude you where following him around all day, I know you have a thing for him but got to play it cool." Heero grunted ignoring Trowa, taking the field in inflict some damage to special teams. He wasn't going to explain his need to be close by in case Duo fell apart. He was worried about him; he looked so fragile at the moment, and damn if he wasn't still thinking about that kiss. The play was called and Heero was shoving through bodies, mind going blank for the moment.
-#-#-#-
Duo felt a throbbing headache pounding behind his eyes. All he wanted was to go back to his room, lie down in the dark and maybe have a good cry. The meeting had ended in tears for several girls when Duo attempted to reign in their big plans. Only to have Relena the worst offender turn on the drama making him seem like the bad guy. In the end she'd gotten her way, it would be a themed 'ball' of sorts Winter Wonderland or some shit. Duo was pretty sure he wasn't going to go.
Walking slowly through the deserted halls he found his feet carrying him outside, towards the stadium. Shivering a little, he looked skyward soft white flakes falling from the darkening sky. He pulled his black wool pea coat closer to his body. Scuffing his shoes along the walkway he entered the large building heading into the bleachers. At the top he settled with his hands in his pockets watching the team practice as he had many times in the past. The difference was his eyes kept moving from number one quarterback, to the 89 on the defensive line. The big body moving surprisingly quickly, as the plays where called.
"Thought I'd finally find you here…" the soft voice came from his left as his best friend settled beside him in a cold plastic seats. "Quatre," he said softly breath puffing out in small clouds. They where silent for several moments watching the practice, "You're avoiding me," he said quietly, "Why?" he finished lamely, Duo felt his chest constrict again his breathing short and sharp. He hadn't wanted this he wasn't ready. "I saw, yesterday in the classroom." He finally said softly, the blonde went pale immediately stuttering and explaining. "I didn't, I mean I wasn't trying to…" he was so upset he couldn't get it out. Duo heaved a sigh; "Do you like him?" he finally got out. The words hanging much like his breath in the air. Quatre hesitated he'd never been good at lieing, "I don't know," Quatre finally said. Duo felt like weeping again, "He asked me out after the game." Quatre ventured pensive, Duo nodded, "Then you should go, with him." A big hand settled on Duo's knee, "I won't," he said firmly, "You said you like him, I wouldn't even begin to-" Duo cut him off with a short sharp laugh, "Quatre I can't make him like me. I'm not delusional." He finished sadly, "If he likes you and you like him, you should go." Duo tried to smile bravely, "Let's go get some dinner."
As the pair departed bright blue eyes watched them from the field. "What you thinking?" Trowa asked, Heero shrugged not giving voice to his thoughts instead returning to practice.