Author: Dae Yuy
Archive: Still nowhere
Warnings: sap, clue-less Trowa, naked Heero, afterglow
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: 3x1x3
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys.
Spoilers: Nuh uh!
Feedback: Pretty, pretty, pretty please. I'll love you forever!
Author's Notes: Well, BTO fans, same applies. I re-read this and really wanted to post it! I do believe it's my favourite of the stories in this arc so far! Please tell me what you think!
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Story Six: Of Laptops and Bathtubs
It had been two weeks since Duo had turned up. Wufei was out of the hospital and glad to be so, but still upset over having to stay on desk duty for another week. Quatre had successfully completed his project and had finally taken a much needed vacation. Duo was rooming with Trowa and Heero, though it was awkward at first they had adjusted.
Heero entered Trowa's study, the man had been holded up in there for the past hour and a half working on his latest article. The smaller man leaned on the doorway, his tan Preventers shirt untucked from his black work pants, his feet bare.
"Busy?" Heero asked.
"Yeah, but I'm almost done. Just have to think of an appropriate closing paragraph. Have I ever mentioned how much I hated essay articles?" Trowa asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Once or twice." Heero said easily, "You know, Duo's working tonight."
"Is he?" Trowa asked, eyes not moving from the screen, his long elegant fingers tapping on the wrist rest. Heero rolled his eyes at the taller man's cluelessness but remained cool.
"Maybe we should go see him. If I ever get this done." Trowa sighed.
"We could. But I was kind of hoping to stay in tonight." Heero shrugged, a liquid motion though his effort was lost.
"Oh, rough day?" Trowa asked, his brow furrowing as he deleted yet another sentence. Heero almost cried out in frustration.
"I'm taking a bath." the Japanese man grumbled, "You know where to find me." He shot a glare at Duo who was pulling his coat on at the door and fighting to contain his laughter.
"Smooth." the braided man mouthed. Heero flipped him off and stalked into the bathroom, violently twisting the taps. For Kami's sake, did he have to put a sign on his forehead? Huffing he realized that would only work if Trowa took his eyes from the damned computer long enough to look at him. Maybe if he put in on his ass. He groaned slapping himself on the forehead, now he sounded like Duo. Of all the braided idiots to sound like. That baka didn't have to worry, he was probably going to be getting some tonight. Heero sighed again, he seemed to be doing that an awful lot lately. Quatre of all people, the poster boy for workaholics, was even luckier than him. If Zechs' accounts were of any validity.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he contemplated weather or not to kidnap some of Trowa's bubble bath. He dropped the material to the floor and slid out of his pants. Stupid Trowa and that stupid magazine. Another sigh and he slid into the bath, wondering if Trowa was just daft or if he was still mad at him for taking off like that. He hoped not, that would be holding a grudge just a bit too long. It's not like no sex is the end of the world. The Japanese boy mused, he was obstinate for the first nineteen years of his life.
His muscles slowly began to relax in the just on the verge of too hot water, when cold hands rested on his shoulders. He jumped with a quiet squeak and turned his head up, from the angle seeing both of Trowa's vibrant emeralds eyes, they were apologetic.
"I'm sorry." the European said quietly, "For being such a doorknob." Heero crossed his arms and sank deeper into the water. Not caring that he was acting petulant.
"Did you finish your article." the comment had a snide undertone and he immediately regretted it. How could he fault Trowa for being passionate about his work?
"No." the taller man said simply, "I realized that I had an incredibly sexy, naked man in my bathroom. I figured he was more important." Heero couldn't help the small smile that stole across his face, he finally opened his eyes and titled his head back.
"Well, what are you planing to do with this incredibly sexy, naked man?" he asked. Trowa bend down and captured Heero's soft lips in his own and realized just so hard it actually was to kiss someone upside down. They pulled back laughing.
"Now are you going to remove your clothing and join me or will I have to pull you in fully attired?" Trowa sat back into a crouch and grinned, Heero gave him a pointed look. The European chuckled and stripped quickly, joining Heero in the tub. They were just about to move in for another kiss when the phone rang. Trowa pulled away cursing his machine being broken. Heero glared in the general direction of the living room.
"I should answer that." Trowa said, his lips brushing Heero's as he spoke.
"Probably." Heero agreed, "Go on then. I'll be here." This time Heero did cry out in frustration as he saw Trowa disappear out the door. Tonight was just not his night. He sank fully in the water, reappearing with bubbles in his hair and on his nose. Trowa entered laughing at the sight and sat down on the bath mat arms crossed on the tub's edge.
"Catherine's computer crashed." he said simply, "She wants you to fix it."
"Damn woman. Why doesn't she just buy a new one." Heero said crossly.
"Maybe you should tell her that... Wufei." Trowa said, a smirk flitting over his lips. An evil glint sparked in the smaller man's eye as he pulled Trowa in to the water, causing it to splash all over the floor.
"You're cleaning that up." Trowa said from his place against his lover's chest.
"Yeah, yeah." Heero waved it off, capturing Trowa's lips.
So, Heero did end up getting what he wanted that night, and the whole office could tell the next morning, Quatre's catcall leaving little to their co-workers' imaginations. Wufei merely rolled his eyes and went back to his piles of paper work as Heero practically skipped into their shared office.
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End Part Six