Title: Cannonball
Author: WickedGame
Archive: No Rest for the Wicked, my LJ
Genre: Fluff, wee bit o' angst
Pairings: 4+3, some 12, very slight 5+S and R+D
Rating: PG-13 or T
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Warnings: None really.
Notes: Beta read by Triowing. Written for the GW Bakery's July Challenge "Swimsuit".
Quatre swam a couple of laps in the large pool before spotting Trowa watching him out of the corner of his eye. He ceased the laps and swam to the nearest edge.
"Trowa, you're finally here." Quatre smiled and shook the water out of his blonde hair. He grabbed his white towel from the back of a patio chair and went to greet the last guest to his small party. Heero and Duo were having an animated discussion over by the barbeque, Wufei and Sally were throwing a flying disk, of all things, and Relena could be seen quietly talking to Dorothy over on some lounge chairs. Trowa was the last to arrive and was now the only one not wearing a swimsuit. Quatre glanced down at his own bright blue trunks and then noticed he was getting a bit of a tan line. He reminded himself to put on some sunscreen when the opportunity presented itself.
He really did wish Trowa was wearing a swimsuit, though. Trowa had a swimmer's body: long, lean, intensely muscular where it was needed and streamlined the rest of the way… Quatre shook his head slightly as he approached Trowa to dispel the dirty thoughts that crept into his mind. He offered his hand to Trowa because he was all wet and Trowa shook it rather softly. Quatre sensed something was wrong. "Is something the matter, Trowa?"
"No. Sorry I'm late." Trowa looked around and Quatre caught a glimpse of Duo throwing his hands into the air like he was making a distinct point.
"It's okay. Hey, you wanna put a suit on? I have some spare ones in the pool house. How about a drink? I think Duo made mojitos." Quatre smiled as he heard Duo say something about Heero being a know-it-all and then frowned slightly when Trowa shook his head.
"I might grab a bottle of water from the ice chest, but I'm not sure about putting on a swim suit."
Quatre sighed in disappointment and walked over to the ice chest. He dropped his towel onto the back of another chair and grabbed Trowa a bottle of water. Trowa dropped down into a chair and Quatre handed him the bottle before going to join Sally and Wufei, who were now in the pool.
Quatre smiled when he heard Duo yell, "Cannonball!" The water went up in a rush and rained down on all of them. Heero was now comfortably standing in front of the grill, and Duo swam toward Quatre with a grin on his face. They sat down on a built in ledge, and Duo leaned in to ask quietly, "So, he did show up after all, eh?"
"Yeah, but he won't swim. I didn't think one date would mess us up this bad!" Quatre whispered fiercely.
"You think that's it? I'm not so sure."
Quatre blinked and ran his fingers through his hair. "What do you mean?"
"You didn't see his face when you came out of that pool all dripping wet and sexy-like…"
"Duo!"
"Sorry, Kat. He was doin' this fish imitation that contrasted poorly with those bangs of his. He looked like he wanted to lick all that water off of you…"
"Oh, please."
"And do things to ya that would frighten fish… if you had any that is."
"Do you think so?" Quatre hated sounding so hopeful. But after Trowa had only kissed his cheek after their one date a week ago, Quatre didn't have a lot of faith in Trowa's attraction to him.
"I really do. He'd be crazy not to. You never know until you try, right?"
Quatre watched as Duo climbed out of the pool and walked over to his longtime boyfriend. Duo wrapped his wet arms around Heero and kissed his shoulder. Heero flipped him the bird and Duo laughed like crazy.
Quatre brainstormed and then started to swim toward Trowa. About halfway through, he let out a yelp and then swam hurriedly over to the nearest ledge, about twenty feet from Trowa.
"Trowa? Would you mind lending me a hand?" Wufei and Sally watched from across the pool as Trowa fell for the oldest trick in the book. He got up and grabbed Quatre's proffered hand and started to pull up. Quatre smiled wickedly and threw himself backwards and down, pulling a helpless Trowa into the water with him.
They both came up and Quatre was laughing heartily. Trowa only stood there and brushed his hair back so that both of his eyes were revealed.
"Hey, Trowa, do you want a swimsuit? There's some in the pool house," Quatre offered again and Trowa smiled slightly.
"Do you always get what you want, Quatre Winner?" Trowa asked quietly so only the two of them could hear.
"Depends. I want you."
Trowa considered his words before answering. "Show me the pool house."
Those were the words he said, but Quatre only heard the word 'yes.'
As the sun started to set, Duo looked up from the plate of perfectly barbequed cheeseburgers. He counted heads at the table and came up two short. "Hey, Heero?"
Heero stopped setting out condiments for a minute to come to Duo's side. "Yes?"
"Don't set a place for Quatre and Trowa. Somehow I don't think they'll be joining us for dinner."
-The End-
