Thanks everyone for the comments! I really really appreciated them! Since I
forgot it last time, I don't own gundam wing- but I sure wish I did, cause
then that series would be crawling with yaoi (and not just hints) Anyways,
on with the second chapter!
Dinner was silent, only interrupted by the occasional comment of, "pass the soy sauce" and a belch here or there. There seemed to be something in the atmosphere, but Quatre couldn't quite put his finger on it. There was a feeling of tension in the air. The blonde pilot's eyes fell on Duo. Yes, he seemed to look pretty tense, as if ready to spring at any moment. He blinked a few times. Was Duo filled with sexual tension? Well, Heero WAS sitting right next to him. And Duo WAS eating that noodle a little suggestively. His eyebrows raised in surprise. Was that an animalistic look in those deep violet eyes?
Quatre shook his head and looked down at his now empty bowl of food. His gaze soon settled beside him on Trowa, who still had a few pieces of beef on his plate. He looked up at his friend, and noticed his attention seemed to be elsewhere, then the blue eyed pilot leaned over.
Duo couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked a few times as he watched Quatre place a hand in-between Trowa's half-crossed legs, then shift over and eat some beef from the uni-banged bugger's very plate! His hand was mere inches away from that damned pilot's crotch, and the green eyes remained emotionless. For a few moments anyway.
Trowa glanced down at Quatre. "If you wanted my food you could've asked."
The blonde felt a blush tint his cheeks as pulled back his hand and sat back once more, setting his bowl on the floor and his hands back in his lap.
Duo's eyes narrowed on Trowa. Were those two doing some kind of foreplay? This was his house too, and Trowa had no right to be seducing what was rightfully his. Wait. Rightfully his? The braided boy blinked and scratched his head. He was getting awfully possessive about Quat. He glanced at Heero, who was searching for some nutritional facts on the take-out boxes.
"Filthy." Heero muttered, before setting the box down and rising to his feet. "Duo. Bed." It sounded more like a demand than a request.
The cheerful pilot set down his plate. "Right-o. Be there in a sec." He watched as Heero made his way to his bedroom. Duo half-waved to Quatre. "See you in the morning!"
The blonde watched with a slack jaw as Duo made his way to his room, a bit of a spring in his step as he followed Heero. This couldn't be happening. They were probably going to give in to drunken desire, let clumsy hands tug and pull off each other's clothing til nothing was left but beautiful, naked, Duo-flesh-
Trowa raised an eyebrow and tapped Quatre on the shoulder lightly. His friend was beginning to drool, and he had that spaced out look to him again. He pondered the possibility of his recent behavior being brought on by an illness. "Quatre?" he nudged him again.
-They'd probably already done it before. Quatre noticed how Heero only spoke two words for the other pilot to know precisely what he meant. That could mean- Quatre froze up in horror- they could've been doing the very thing he didn't want them to be doing while poor Quatre was out and about with Trowa. Duo could've been pinning Heero down on the couch as he rubbed against- Quatre's jaw dropped. Perhaps right now they'd already begun? Perhaps they were entangling themselves in bed sheets and- His thoughts were cut off as he was violently shaken by Trowa.
A few small slaps in the face and a couple more shakes and Quatre snapped out of his trance. Trowa breathed a sigh of relief and then stood up. "I'm going to head home. Thank you for dinner."
Quatre frowned slightly, then nodded to his departing friend. "You're welcome. Drive safely!" he called out as the green eyed pilot left.
He was alone now.
He was alone in his apartment.
Heero and Duo were together in Duo's room.
They were alone as well. "Doing god knows what." muttered Quatre, as he stooped to pick up the dirty dishes. He sighed lightly as he dropped the plate and bowls in the kitchen sink. Relationships were depressing.
In Duo's room, strange things were indeed going on. Private things, that only the two pilots could know about. "So do you think I should go with the blue one?" Heero asked as he studied his reflection in the mirror, noting the way the short party dress hugged his barely-there curves in all the right places.
Duo nodded slightly. "Definitely, it brings out your eyes."
Thank god Quatre hadn't bothered checking in on them.
* Quat: Well, so ends another chapter. This one kinda sucked, but no matter! I have a bit of an idea for the next chapter.and this one was totally off the top of my head.
Wufei: When am I going to be in this story?
Quat: Soon enough Wuffers, soon enough.
Wufei: ..you better not make me gay.
Quat: in due time Wuffers, in due time. [Maniacal laughter]
Wufei: O.O
Dinner was silent, only interrupted by the occasional comment of, "pass the soy sauce" and a belch here or there. There seemed to be something in the atmosphere, but Quatre couldn't quite put his finger on it. There was a feeling of tension in the air. The blonde pilot's eyes fell on Duo. Yes, he seemed to look pretty tense, as if ready to spring at any moment. He blinked a few times. Was Duo filled with sexual tension? Well, Heero WAS sitting right next to him. And Duo WAS eating that noodle a little suggestively. His eyebrows raised in surprise. Was that an animalistic look in those deep violet eyes?
Quatre shook his head and looked down at his now empty bowl of food. His gaze soon settled beside him on Trowa, who still had a few pieces of beef on his plate. He looked up at his friend, and noticed his attention seemed to be elsewhere, then the blue eyed pilot leaned over.
Duo couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked a few times as he watched Quatre place a hand in-between Trowa's half-crossed legs, then shift over and eat some beef from the uni-banged bugger's very plate! His hand was mere inches away from that damned pilot's crotch, and the green eyes remained emotionless. For a few moments anyway.
Trowa glanced down at Quatre. "If you wanted my food you could've asked."
The blonde felt a blush tint his cheeks as pulled back his hand and sat back once more, setting his bowl on the floor and his hands back in his lap.
Duo's eyes narrowed on Trowa. Were those two doing some kind of foreplay? This was his house too, and Trowa had no right to be seducing what was rightfully his. Wait. Rightfully his? The braided boy blinked and scratched his head. He was getting awfully possessive about Quat. He glanced at Heero, who was searching for some nutritional facts on the take-out boxes.
"Filthy." Heero muttered, before setting the box down and rising to his feet. "Duo. Bed." It sounded more like a demand than a request.
The cheerful pilot set down his plate. "Right-o. Be there in a sec." He watched as Heero made his way to his bedroom. Duo half-waved to Quatre. "See you in the morning!"
The blonde watched with a slack jaw as Duo made his way to his room, a bit of a spring in his step as he followed Heero. This couldn't be happening. They were probably going to give in to drunken desire, let clumsy hands tug and pull off each other's clothing til nothing was left but beautiful, naked, Duo-flesh-
Trowa raised an eyebrow and tapped Quatre on the shoulder lightly. His friend was beginning to drool, and he had that spaced out look to him again. He pondered the possibility of his recent behavior being brought on by an illness. "Quatre?" he nudged him again.
-They'd probably already done it before. Quatre noticed how Heero only spoke two words for the other pilot to know precisely what he meant. That could mean- Quatre froze up in horror- they could've been doing the very thing he didn't want them to be doing while poor Quatre was out and about with Trowa. Duo could've been pinning Heero down on the couch as he rubbed against- Quatre's jaw dropped. Perhaps right now they'd already begun? Perhaps they were entangling themselves in bed sheets and- His thoughts were cut off as he was violently shaken by Trowa.
A few small slaps in the face and a couple more shakes and Quatre snapped out of his trance. Trowa breathed a sigh of relief and then stood up. "I'm going to head home. Thank you for dinner."
Quatre frowned slightly, then nodded to his departing friend. "You're welcome. Drive safely!" he called out as the green eyed pilot left.
He was alone now.
He was alone in his apartment.
Heero and Duo were together in Duo's room.
They were alone as well. "Doing god knows what." muttered Quatre, as he stooped to pick up the dirty dishes. He sighed lightly as he dropped the plate and bowls in the kitchen sink. Relationships were depressing.
In Duo's room, strange things were indeed going on. Private things, that only the two pilots could know about. "So do you think I should go with the blue one?" Heero asked as he studied his reflection in the mirror, noting the way the short party dress hugged his barely-there curves in all the right places.
Duo nodded slightly. "Definitely, it brings out your eyes."
Thank god Quatre hadn't bothered checking in on them.
* Quat: Well, so ends another chapter. This one kinda sucked, but no matter! I have a bit of an idea for the next chapter.and this one was totally off the top of my head.
Wufei: When am I going to be in this story?
Quat: Soon enough Wuffers, soon enough.
Wufei: ..you better not make me gay.
Quat: in due time Wuffers, in due time. [Maniacal laughter]
Wufei: O.O