~ August 14, 2002 ~

Page: Here's chapter five. This was where I left off as far as typing up the story. The rest is written down and all jumbled up, so I have to attempt to sort it all and type it. It may seem like Quatre is very naive and gullible and that he's extremely trusting with Trowa but it's deeper than that, okay? I re-read it and I'm not too fond of it now, but hey, what can a girl do? Please… I crave C&C.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the Gundam boys, I merely play naughty with them. So don't sue me, please. You won't get anything out of it.

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~ Part 5 ~

Trowa looked at him as if for him to explain and that look in his eyes was beyond description.

/ Shit… / Quatre thought as Rashid came from the door. Rashid's eyes widened imperceptibly.

" Try to explain that Master Quatre." He laughed as Quatre threw him a dirty look.

" This isn't funny Rashid." Quatre said to his retreating back.

" Uh." Quatre scratched the back of his head. " You probably don't want to be here or are very uncomfortable or both. I'm really, really sorry."

Trowa didn't do anything he just stared. Not a blank stare or even a disgusted one, just a stare. Quatre was so used to losing people over certain things in his life that he couldn't control. Like liking other boys rather than girls. He didn't see why this would be any different. All he would ever have would be Duo. Duo was just a friend though… and Rashid. And like Quatre told Trowa, Rashid is like a gigantic older brother. Quatre felt trapped all of a sudden.

He knew it was the most cowardly thing in the world to do but right then, at that moment, he didn't care. He got up quick, broke for his room and shut the door fiercely. The force of the door's slam left the door slightly ajar. Trowa blinked. And blinked again.

He looked down at the objects in his hands for a moment and then began repackaging them and the other groceries into their bags. He carried them into the kitchen giving Rashid a glance before setting them down and opening the freezer. He pulled out the lonesome tub of rainbow sherbert ice cream, setting it down. He proceeded in searching for and filling two bowls to the top, then putting the flimsy carton back. Rashid watched Trowa curiously but Trowa paid him no mind.

Trowa stopped what he was doing when he remembered something. He snatched a miniature box and opened it. He poured the contents in his palm and looked cautiously at the distorted figures. He couldn't figure for the life of him what anyone sees in candy. He had never actually tasted candy before so he corrected himself and sprinkled the shapely orange and purple capsules into one of the bowls. He even went as far as to debate whether or not he was going to put a few in his. He decided not to. He had no reason to. / Not even curious. /

With that set and the ice cream beginning to melt, he decided to get to where he was going. Trowa passed by Rashid once more, glancing at him shortly. He made his way around the corner and knocked on Quatre's door with his elbow. Without waiting for a reply, he entered and promptly froze. They both froze.

Rashid chose that moment to walk by, using the excuse of making his way to do his usual sweep of the house. He smiled outwardly at the scene before him.

" He's a keeper."

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Trowa vaguely heard Rashid mumble something as he waltzed by but the sight before him was far more interesting than anything surrounding him. Quatre was standing there, like a wet dream come to life. His shirt, unbuttoned so the sides were open on either side of him and the required red tie that was loosened earlier was still present, but now lightly dribbling down the crease of his chest as if just to taunt Trowa. He was wearing boxer-briefs, Trowa noted as his eyes unconsciously raked down one creamy slender leg that was half out of his uniform pants. A hint of thigh Quatre was trying to pull out constricted when Trowa unceremoniously barged in. The green-eyed boy swallowed, trying to get over the sudden dryness enveloping his mouth and throat. / Gorgeous. /

Quatre figured after the way that he had acted and the things that Trowa had seen that he would have bolted the moment he was out of sight. Maybe even when he was in sight, that is, if Trowa wasn't so damn polite. So he rushed in his room, planning to put on his pajamas and wallow in his depression. But now here he was stuck and in another uncomfortable predicament, to say the least. Half-undressed and Trowa eyes glued to him. / Should I throw a book and yell at him to get the hell out? Should I shriek like a girl and cover myself? Or should I tell him to go grab the chocolate and strawberries and make a buffet out of me? … How about I stick some damn clothes on! /

Just as the thoughts were running through Quatre's head, Trowa made up his mind for him. He took one more lingering glance and then walked in, setting a bowl of ice cream on the bed in front of Quatre and the other in front of himself. A silver utensil came to Trowa's lips and various pastel colors disappeared into his mouth.

Quatre stared incredulously at the guy he had just met today who's already seen him in near nudity. It's not like he didn't like the attention and it's not like complete strangers haven't seen him changing in the locker room, but this was just weird. There were no boundaries or OTHER people around to stop him from stripping down naked and doing pelvic thrust near Trowa's seemingly indifferent face. There was no one to stop him from walking over to Trowa and offering himself openly to him. Quatre blushed and scolded himself all in the same instant, his mind coming back to reality. / What is he doing? /

He decided to voice his thought. " What are you doing?"

" Eating ice cream." Trowa said, casually stuffing another spoonful in his mouth. " I brought some for you too."

"Th…thanks? You're still here?"

"Mhm. Just waiting for you to finish so we can study."

Quatre stuck a hand to his head. " Are you the same Trowa that was just out there?" He asked pointing to the closed door.

"Yes."

"How come you're not running?"

Trowa watched Quatre ready to tease him to death, but then he saw the true confusion and hurt in Quatre's face and decided to stop playing. " Why would I run? There is no need for me to run away from you."

" But…" Quatre interjected, desperate for understanding.

" Hurry and change so we can get started and eat this ice cream before it becomes soup."

Quatre's eyes moved back and forth quickly as he looked at the ground trying to comprehend. He almost cried out loud at the realization. / He's still here! This hasn't ever happened before. It's too good to be true. / He smiled.

" Thank you Trowa." He said letting the T-shirt he was holding fall over his head. He tied the drawstrings on the flannel pajama pants and sat on the bed almost knocking over the ice cream. Quatre eyed his food; suddenly mixing any missed NERDS quickly into the bowl and letting a spoonful have the pleasure of meeting his mouth.

" This stuff… this stuff is the best." Quatre said, with that slight glow back on his face.

He stopped a moment; eyeing Trowa who had no expression on his face but who seemed to be enjoying observing him. Quatre thought for a moment.

" Oh. I'm such a terrible host. I'm sorry about before... did you want to change into something too?" He asked tugging on the bottom of his shirt for emphasis.

" It's okay. I have a feeling that your clothes won't fit me Quatre."

Unexpectedly, Quatre was nose to nose with Trowa before he could even finish his sentence. Trowa was taken aback by the sudden movement but made no motion as to lean away. He could feel how his and Quatre's bangs clashed, ruffling and tangling together much like their limbs had earlier that day.

" Trowa."

" Hmm…?"

" Not to sound weird or anything because I know that we just met but…"

" Yes?"

Quatre blinked a few times before responding. " Just, promise me that we can be friends. Friends for a long time. I don't have many you see and so far you seem surreal." / but we'll see. /

Trowa didn't know what to say. I mean yes! Of course. His mind wandered as he noticed that Quatre's face so close to his. He could almost kiss him if he wanted to, all he had to do was push forward… / Okay... I'll do it… why not…/

" Why is that?" Quatre asked, interrupting Trowa's avid plan.

" What? Oh, I just don't judge people before I get to know them. I'm cautious of whom I befriend anyhow."

Quatre asked the question he knew would come next. " Why did you pick me then?"

Trowa picked the bowls up and placed them aside on the nightstand. " Just know that I'll be here little one."

Quatre surprised Trowa by giving him his first and biggest hug of his short-lived life and it thrust them both flush against the bed. Trowa hesitantly brought his hands around Quatre's back, as if he wasn't sure how to give a hug. Having never been hugged before, he decided right then that he liked it. / He's comforting… he's so nice… I'm not going to let go. /

A sigh came from the blonde's mouth as he began to pull himself away. Just when Trowa was marveling in the nicety of the embrace, he reluctantly pulled back as well.

Quatre sat back and gazed at him with admiration. " So I can tell you anything without you freaking out right?"

" Yes, you can." Trowa said reassuringly.

Quatre gulped, not knowing exactly how to put a stranglehold on this situation. He'd never done it before and so he struggled for the words. Not saying the words but how to say them. He stared down at Trowa who was still lying along his bed. Dirty thoughts already running through his head.

" Could you ah… sit up for this? "

Trowa sat up. He looked Trowa directly in the eyes, hiding nothing on his face.

" I know that I've known you for only one day. It feels like I've met you before or at least seen you," the tiny Arab said as he ran his fingers through his hair. " And I know that it seems weird that I'm suddenly making declarations, but I figure that knowing that you have been all sorts of nice to me, that I should be open with you about myself. I think I owe you an explanation about what you found. "

Trowa nodded.

" In simplest terms… I like boys."

/ There I said it. It was said. Said it was. / What else could he say? He was sure Trowa was clever enough to place the pieces in their respective places. It was blunt, inclusive and it was anything but a simple concept.

Quatre fidgeted waiting for a reaction and was vastly surprised when Trowa answered the assertion promptly.

" I know, I had a tube of lubrication and something that I think might be a," he blushed deep as he said it, " a dildo in the bag. " Trowa moved his head up and down. " I know."

/ How do I take that? Talk about declarations… Do I take it as anything at all? / Quatre thought. He didn't know what else to do to ease his mind and Trowa's, so he smiled. / What if I ask him to use it on me… /

A silence stretched over for a few minutes and Trowa decidedly broke the silence. " Think it's time we study? "

" I was thinking just that."

~ End Part 5 ~

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