"I'm a dude. He's a dude. She's a dude. We're all dudes. Hey!" Quatre sang while sitting the counter of his apartment. He was reading the newspaper where an article of a dog that saved a boy named Timmy from being trapped in a well caught his attention. The blonde chuckled when the door opened. Quatre looked up to see Trowa walking in.
"Hey Trowa!" Quatre smiled. "You're home early if you're returning from Dorothy's place." He winked. His smile soon disappeared when Trowa didn't respond. Quatre stood and approached his friend. "Trowa, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Trowa sighed. "Dorothy broke up with me."
"Oh Trowa…" Quatre walked up to the taller boy and hugged him. "I'm sorry."
Trowa felt a million butterflies in his stomach from Quatre's action. "It's okay. It was bound to happen."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. I'll be fine. I just need some time. That's all."
Quatre pulled away, disappointing Trowa a bit. "You know you can talk to me when you're ready. I'll be here to listen when you need me to."
Trowa smiled. "Thank you."
Quatre smiled back. "Anytime."
* * *
That night, Trowa lay down on his back in an attempt to sleep, but images of Quatre flooded his mind.
'Make a move soon, or it might be too late…' Dorothy had told the green-eyed boy. 'She's right. I need to tell him…but when?'
Trowa sat up and grinned as an idea entered his mind. He walked out of his room and tiptoed across the hall to Quatre's room, wiping away his smile before stepping in. Quatre was snuggled into his bed wearing a white loose tank top and black boxers. He stirred and opened an eye to look at Trowa.
"Trowa? Izzat you? Whas wrong?"
Trowa sighed and walked over to the side Quatre's bed. "It's nothing. It's just…can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Course you can." Quatre scooted over to let the taller boy climb in.
"Thank you." Trowa crawled in under the covers and rested on his side, facing Quatre. The blonde yawned. "Rest now, Quatre. Sorry to ruin your sleep."
"Is mmkay..." He closed his eyes.
"Quatre?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I hold you?"
"Mm-hmmm."
Trowa smiled and scooted towards Quatre. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist and Quatre rested his head again Trowa's bare chest.
'This is such a lame excuse to hold him…he probably thinks it's cause of my break-up with Dorothy. I'm sorry for deceiving you, Quatre, but it's the only thing I could think of to be near you…'
Trowa lightly brushed the top of Quatre's head with his lips before dozing off to sleep where his newfound love awaited him in his dreams.
* * *
Quatre awoke the next morning and smiled. 'Trowa…' The blonde lightly brushed away the other's bangs and gazed upon the boy's sleeping face. Quatre gently traced the shape of Trowa's jaw with the tip of his slender fingers.
Trowa stirred and opened an eye, lazily. A pair of aqua eyes stared back at him and a small smile played on his lips. 'Quatre…' he smiled back. "Morning…"
"Morning." Quatre whispered back. "Leggo of me so I can make us breakfast."
Trowa kept his grip on the boy and buried his face in the pillow. "We don't need breakfast…"
"Silly Trowa. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Leggo."
Trowa groaned and released his hold. Quatre chuckled before climbing out of bed and leaving the room for the kitchen. Trowa rested on his stomach with his face in Quatre's pillow to smell the blonde's scent.
'Mmmm…peaches…my favorite…' He smiled into the pillow.
Quatre pulled out a pan, four eggs, and a package of bacon and began to cook. Between flipping bacon strips, the phone rang and Quatre hurried to answer it.
"Hello?" he answered, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder.
"Hello, Quatre?"
"Yes."
"This is Bill."
Quatre frowned and wondered why his boss was calling him on the weekend. "Oh hey Bill. What's up?"
"Violinist Roe can't make it to the Quinn gig today. I need you to fill in."
"But-"
"Quatre, you're my last hope. I already asked Ricardo and Hiroshima and they can't make it. It'll only be for an hour or so. And Quinn is our biggest employer and we wouldn't want to let him down, now would we?"
Quatre sighed. "No, I suppose not."
"Good. Be here in thirty and I can drive you over. Oh and wear your tux."
"Yeah, all right. Bye, Bill."
Quatre hung up the phone and returned it to its charger. He placed all the food onto a plate and set it on the counter before walking back into his room.
Trowa was sprawled out on the bed and had a goofy grin on his face that made Quatre laugh.
"Shmells good…" Trowa mumbled to Quatre with his eyes still closed.
"Hm. Uh, I got a call from work. I have to go fill in for someone." Quatre said, pulling out his tuxedo from his closet and tossed it onto the edge of the bed landing on Trowa's leg.
Trowa opened his eyes and saw Quatre striping off his tank top. He stared at Quatre's pale smooth skin and was glad that his face was meshed into the pillow for he was sure he was drooling.
Quatre bent over the bed and pulled off the dress shirt from the ensemble. He buttoned it up and slip on his pants over his boxers. He secured his cummerbund around his waist and glanced at Trowa. "Breakfast's ready for you to eat. I'll pick something up along the way."
Trowa could only nod.
Quatre slipped on his jacket and left his bow tie left undone. "I'll be back in at least two hours, okay?"
Trowa nodded again.
"Okay. Bye." Quatre winked before leaving Trowa.
Trowa was suddenly very aware of his reaction to seeing so much of Quatre. He buried his face into Quatre's pillow once more and groaned.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I own an empty can of soda. I drank it all to stay awake so I could finish up some work. So...just when it gets cute, work comes up and ruins it. Damn work. So the song "We're All Dudes" comes from the movie Good Burger. I think that's what it's called. Well it's the movie with Ed. And the whole Timmy trapped in a well bit, I think it's obvious that it's from Lassie. And shame on all who thought dirty things when Trowa asked Quatre, "can I sleep with you tonight?" Tisk...tisk...