All I Wanted Was A Kiss
Gundam Wing shounen ai fanfiction by Tan

This is an attempt at humor; I haven't done humor in a long time, if I can say that I ever have. ::shrug:: . Humor and sap! It was going to be a lemon, but I dunno... too tame, I think...

Warnings: shounen ai (1x2, 3x4, 5x13, with no special connotations on who's on top), loose rating of R. Sap, odd humor (very odd), Duo's P.O.V., sinister Quatre, worldly Wufei. And this is one of those 'school' fics, where they're all at the same school, yadda yadda, non-timeline, but we can pretend can't we?

Revised, Completed 10/04

All I Wanted Was A Kiss
PART 1

One kiss.

That's all I was after. One simple little kiss, chaste and dry, or at least moist and warm. I guess it was a lot to ask from mister frown-sneer-then shoot. Yes, yes it was.

One kiss... I snorted, startling Quatre out of a doze. He grunted softly in surprise, and blinked his shiny eyes at me.

"Sorry," I muttered. His expression was forgiving, or maybe he was still half asleep? Asleep, I confirmed as a light snoring sound emanated from Quatre's direction. No surprise there-- ninety-seven percent of the class had their foreheads smashed against the desks, or their chins propped precariously on one fist. thump Ooo, that had to hurt...

The other three percent were alive and alert in their chairs: Trowa, Heero and I, although I had a sneaking suspicion that Trowa had fallen asleep with his eyes open... No possibility of that with Heero or me. Heero was frowning at the professor to continue on with his lecture, whether or not it was boring as hell.

Me? I was watching Heero, thinking 'bout that one little thing I wanted from him, but could never have.

Never? I was startled at so quick a conclusion on my part. Giving up so easily? Me?! That just won't do. I grinned evilly, moving the corners of my mouth part way to my ears. I scribbled on my notes-- smooch! -- for encouragement.

Duo Maxwell, Gundam pilot extraordinare, never gives up-- unless I'm playing chess with Quatre, then it's okay to give up because there's just no damn way I could ever win against him--

"MISTER Maxwell, is there something especially amusing about the digestive system of a worm?"

Well, that wiped the smile off of my face, or most of it. I shook my head gleefully--

"Nothing on what comes out of a worm's ass could ever be amusing, Mr. Collins."

Wrong answer, I would tell myself later, as I sat in a very uncomfortable detention desk all through lunch. Probably should have told him what I was really thinking about-- then he wouldn't have been able to put me in detention because he'd have to call the ambulance to resuscitate Heero after chronic heart failure. Yep. There's an escape plan for ya.