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 2

About that one little kiss; it was gonna be hard. Quite hard, because Heero wouldn't let me get close enough to plant one on him. He had a thing about personal space-- at least three feet at all times. Four feet it if it was me. Now he had a good seven feet, because he'd perched himself at the very opposite end of the library study table, and he wasn't going to get any closer, not if his life or mine depended on it...

"Why are you rubbing your butt, Duo?" Quatre demanded in exasperation after I shifted at the library table for the third time to massage my sore cheeks. I gave Quatre a wry grin.

"Relieving some tension, my friend. Relieving some tension," and I glanced pointedly at Heero, blissfully oblivious in his studies. Quatre looked perplexed for a second, but then that bright light bulb in his head flared into life, sending small beams of light out from his ears and nose. He gave me a dirty look, and I pursed my lower lip while I massaged harder.

"Tension my ass," he grumbled. Quatre leaned over his homework with a huff.

"I believe it was my ass we were talking about," I objected. I gave Heero another look, then descended on Quatre. The kid never had a chance sitting next to me; I was an irritant and we both knew it, but I was fun too. Ah, the mystery of me.

"I've been sitting too long," I explained. "First detention, now this study group. I need some exercise. You do too." Quatre raised both eyebrows at my presumptuousness. What can I say? I'm presumptuous. I grinned and whispered at him "Hey, you can't stay in your room and make moony eyes at Trowa forever--"

I stepped over some line with that. Quatre's eyes darkened a bit, almost sadly, and he looked at the other end of the table in near panic. Trowa couldn't have heard; he and Heero were discussing some nameless theorem or postulate or other.

"Please, Duo," Quatre murmured warningly. He kept his clear gaze on Trowa, and I realized that I really shouldn't have opened my big mouth-- Quatre relayed as much. "Don't talk about things you don't understand."

And so he left. Stood right up, piled his books neatly and hefted them. Trowa and Heero looked up accordingly, and watched Quatre glide off from the gloom of the library.

I... was disgusted with myself. You're quite the bastard, I scolded silently.

About that one kiss?

Yeah, Santa, I'm talking to you.

... get me one for Quatre, too, 'cause man, he needs to get laid as much as I do. Oh. I meant kissed.