Weathered In
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing
Warnings: Format fixed, AU, language, nature
Quatre was soaked, hungry, and highly irritated at himself. Who knew that "roughing it" would be so hard?
He had been blindly walking through the forest in the pouring rain, looking for his campsite. Which was curious because he certainly hadn't started searching for firewood IN the rain. It was like it had just... walked up on him. Now he was lost. He blamed his lover, Milliardo.
Any REAL man can survive in the wild, my ass!
It had been another hour later (in actuallity, ten minutes... it just FELT like an hour to Quatre who had lost his 'non-water resistant' expensive watch when he fell in the mud) when he happened upon a small cabin. A cabin with smoke escaping through the chimney.
He hastened to the door but years of ingrained manners kept him from knocking it off its hinges. He gently gave it a few taps. After a moment, the door opened.
"Hello," Quatre began, "I'm sorry, I know I must look dreadful to you, but I need help. I've lost my campsite and I... I..." he waved helplessly over his body.
The light brown-haired youth that opened the door silently stepped aside to allow him entrance. When Quatre stood in the foyer, and the door closed, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth that instantly started to seep in through his dirty, wet clothes.
"Ah! Thank you so much! I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't seen your cabin." Quatre opened his eyes and saw the boy was gone. He was glancing around when he reappeared in the doorway with a stack of towels. Quatre bowed and said 'thank you' repeatedly. When he stopped he noticed that the boy was just staring at him, still holding the towels.
"Ah... let me introduce myself first, I guess, I'm sorry. My name is Quatre."
"Trowa."
Quatre was startled. He didn't expect the boy to answer back so quickly. Or have such a strong, sure voice. 'Wow,' he breathed.
Trowa smirked and handed him the towels. "I'll set you up a washing basin. Strip while I find some clean clothes. Just leave your dirty clothes here." With that, Trowa walked away.
Quatre wasted no time stripping off the now itchy clothes and wrapping a towel around his waist. He dried himself off as best he could and wiped the mud off his face and hair. He already felt tons better and knew that it would be heaven immersing into a tub of hot water.
Trowa returned and led him into a room with a large bed, a dresser, and a round, tin washtub full of steaming water. "Clothes are on the bed. Let me know when you are finished." Trowa closed the door behind him as he left the room.
The washtub barely had enough room for him to sit in, but he made do. The water did indeed feel good, and he wasted no time in scrubbing himself down with a bar of soap that had been left next to the tub.
When he finished, he dried, dressed, and met Trowa again, out in the living room. The clothes hung long, and a little loose, but right now, they felt wonderful and soft. Trowa smiled warmly and invited him to sit on the couch with a soft pat. Quatre obligued him and smiled just as warmly. He noticed the absence of electronic light fixtures, as the room was being lit from a large fire in a central, open fireplace, and a few candles scattered about.
"Are you hungry?" Quatre's rumbling tummy answered for him.
Blushing, he replied, "very much so."
Trowa stood and left the living area. Soon he returned with two platters of steaming stew and bread with butter. Quatre couldn't imagine a finer meal.
As they ate, Quatre told him of his tale of woe (Trowa not in the least disturbed that he had a male lover), and how he came to find the cabin. Trowa spoke very little, letting the anxious little blonde get off his chest what he would, and it was sometime later, with a full belly, that had Quatre yawning in an ungentlemanly fashion.
"I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be," Trowa smiled. "It is past midnight. You will take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh, but I couldn't-"
"I insist." Well, when he put it THAT way. It was very hard to not want to give Trowa what he wanted.
Trowa's bed was large and warm and very, very comfortable. It had a pleasant scent and soon Quatre was fast asleep.
Trowa watched for a while as the cute little blonde snuggled down. And as his breathing turned deep, and evened out, he gave a little smirk and headed to the couch and dreamed dreams sweeter than they had been in years.