Toe Socks
Trowa poked his head past Quatre's bedroom door. It was late afternoon, and he was bored, so he had decided to see what the blonde boy was doing.
"Yes, Trowa? What do you want?" Quatre asked quietly, looking up over the top of his book. He was sprawled across his bed on his stomach, feet in the air above bent knees, and the book up in the air on raised elbows, hiding most of his face.
"Just bored. Felt like talking to someone." Trowa said offhandedly.
"Then come in and sit down, and close the door once you're in" Quatre answered, going back to his book.
Trowa slipped inside the room and shut the door quietly, going across and sitting down on the edge of the bed. Five minutes passed in silence, then ten, and Trowa started to feel bored again. He glanced around for something to do, and then noticed Quatre's feet.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"What kind of socks are they? I've never seen them before."
"They're called toe socks. They're pretty new around here, they act like gloves for your feet. They keep your toes warmer than normal socks."
"So you get cold toes easily?"
"...No comment..."
"Do you?"
"What's it got to do with anything?"
"I'm just asking. Don't say if you don't want to."
Trowa said his last comment in an injured tone and then slumped backwards on Quatre's bed, staring at the ceiling moodily. A minute has barely passed before Quatre's good nature broke his resolve.
"I'm sorry for snapping Trowa.. Yes I do get cold toes easily, so I bought quite a few pairs of these socks.." Quatre half whispered, staring down at the bed.
Trowa glanced over at him and smiled slightly. "That wasn't so hard to say, now was it? And now when you say you feel cold, I can remind you to go and put toe socks on. Won't that be fun?" He said the last part in a teasing tone, knowing exactly how Quatre would answer.
"No! You can't mention this around the others! Duo will ask and then I'll have to tell and then him and Heero will always be smirking and nudging me and making comments and other people will ask and I won't want to tell and those two will tell and then-"
Quatre's hysterical rant was cut short as Trowa gently pressed a hand to his mouth. "Hush, Quatre-chan.. .I was only playing, I wouldn't reveal your secrets so easily."
Quatre glared and made a few muffled attempts at speaking, indignified at being called Quatre-chan. Trowa grinned and ruffled his hair with his other hand, then let go of his mouth. Quatre didn't bother yelling at Trowa, instead he dropped his book and snatched up a pillow, throwing it hard at Trowa's head.
Trowa yelped in surprise and ducked, but wasn't quite quick enough. The pillow skimmed over the top of his head, shoving his hair back and making it hang down behind his head around his ears. Quatre immediately burst into a fit of giggles, slumping down onto the bed and holding his stomach.
Trowa grumbled and pushed his hair around, trying to make it go back to its normal style. No such luck; it stayed hanging around his ears. Deciding to retaliate, he grabbed the pillow and threw it over Quatre's mirthful face, then turned away from the blonde and lay down on the bed.
"Awww.. Come on Trowa, your hair isn't everything.. I think it looks rather nice all dangly like that.." Quatre said persuasively (as soon as he had gotten over his giggles), spooning against Trowa's back and patting his hair lightly. Trowa felt his heart jolt as the kawaii blonde pressed against his back. He could feel every curve of the other boy agaisnt his back, and it was breathtaking to be so close and to be able to feel someone so intimately.
"Trowa-kun? Please forgive me?" Quatre whispered in Trowa's ear.
"S-s-s-sure.." Trowa stammered, his heart pounding in his throat.
"Are you okay? You're shivering.. And I can feel your heartbeat..."
Trowa regained some self-control at that, determined not to let the younger boy be frightened away by his secret love for him. "All I need is some of your lovely little toe socks, then I'll be fine!"
"Oh, you.. You.. You deceiver!" Quatre said indignantly, pulling away from Trowa and shoving at his back.
"Deceiver? That hurts Quatre.. I didn't deceive you, I never would.." Trowa whimpered playfully, turning over onto his back and turning his head sideways to look at the blonde.
"You did deceive me, just then! You pretended to be all shivery and make me care, and then you were completely fine a moment later!" Quatre stuck his tongue out at Trowa as soon as he had finished speaking, to show his annoyance.
Forgetting about his plan to keep his secret love secret, he leaned in close to Quatre and stared deep into his eyes, speaking in a deep voice. "Maybe I wasn't deceiving you.. Maybe having you close to me made my heart beat fast and made me shiver.."
Quatre's eyes widened as his brain raced through possibilities and outcomes of what he might do in this situation. In his silence, Trowa kept his face close to the younger boy's, studying his facial features up close and watching the emotions in his eyes.
Eventually Quatre came to a decision and his eyes slipped shut. He whispered quietly to Trowa, relaxing in his sitting/leaning slightly backward position. "Show me if I did or didn't have that effect on you.."
On account of Quatre's eyes being shut, he didn't see Trowa's dark orbs light up with joy. He didn't see Trowa take a deep breath and begin leaning inwards. But he did feel it as their lips slowly pressed against each other's in a small, slow kiss.
It lasted for a few moments, then Trowa gently released Quatre's mouth and looked down at the beautiful blonde. Quatre's eyes slowly opened halfway and he gazed into Trowa's, love shining deep in the bright blue orbs, matching the love returned in the dark brown ones.
As Quatre's mind slowly returned from heaven, he glanced down and noticed their positioning. Quatre was now laying on his back on the bed, his elbows keeping his upper body up against Trowa's chest. Trowa was stretched out along on top of Quatre's body.
A fleeting thought passed through Quatre's mind, and he voiced it without any hesitation. "Now you're the one making me all shivery."
Trowa smiled laughingly and layed his head down on Quatre's shoulder. "I suppose I am. And I suppose you won't like that very much. I suppose you'll want to make me shiver again?"
"I suppose I will, Trowa-kun.."
End
Hope everyone likes it! This is also posted in YYY's account.. But eh, doesn't matter :D