Edge of Seventeen
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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23
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2,607
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4
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chapter 13
Edge of 17- part thirteen
Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, slight angst, Duo POV, bad language(?), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
##Time for a cool change##
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What do you get a rich kid that has had everything and has done everything? I strolled the mall, in search of something that would catch my eye. It had to be something original, something uncanny, something that screamed: “Duo Maxwell gave this to you!”
Aha! Spencer’s N’ Spar’s! Perfect!
~**~
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! HAPPY- BIIIIIRTHDAAAAY DEEEEAAAR QUAAAATREEEEEE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOO YOOOOOOUUU!!”
“Thank you, Duo. But my birthday isn’t until tomorrow.”
I pinched his cheek, “Excuses, excuses!” I let go of his cheek to grab a hold of his arm and pull him closer to me, “I wanna hear those three little words from you that I long to hear so much!”
“Duo…my dad’s just over there.” He nodded his head towards the living room. “He’ll see and hear us…”
“Oh, balderdash! Come on, I need to hear those words.”
Quatre sighed, “Ok, ok. I love you, Duo.”
“Wrong!” I mess up his hair.
“What do you mean, ‘wrong’?” He’s so cute when he’s irked.
“That’s not the three little words I’ve been meaning to hear!”
Quatre growled a bit and crossed his arms, “What other three little words are you talking about?”
“It’s your turn.”
Quatre blinked, “Huh…wha?”
“You say, ‘it’s your turn’.”
“You know how confusing of a boyfriend you are?” he turned on his heels and headed for the living room.
I plant my hands on my hips as I watch him go. I can’t believe he doesn’t understand what I’m talking about. Some boyfriend. Oh well. He’ll soon discover what I mean.
~~**~~
After I hid Quatre’s b-day gift, I sneak into the kitchen and grab a snack. Being sly and looking innocent works up a person’s appetite, ya know.
Quatre’s always telling me that one of these days my snacking is going to catch up with me and I’ll start gaining pounds like crazy. Bah! I have perfect metabolism that will always stay the same no matter what. He’s just being paranoid, that’s all.
This peanut butter and jam sandwich won’t keep me full for long. I decide to go back to the kitchen and make another. Besides that, I need some milk. That’s right, I’m a milk drinker! I don’t care if anyone teases me about it either. Milk does a body good. Especially my great body. No wonder Quatre can’t keep his hands off me.
But enough gloating, more stuffing.
~~**~~
“What do you mean you have to go?” Quatre whined. Those big blue-green eyes would have stopped me. Course I’m the one going out with him.
“I’m sorry, son. But you must remember, I have to keep up good appearances if we want to stay living here. You don’t want to move again, do you?”
Ouch! Mr. Winner was right. I stood a good few feet away from them but I could hear everything. Quatre was wiping the tears from his eyes with his sleeve.
“What did I tell you about using your clothes as tissue paper?” Mr. Winner sighed. Quatre surprised him and fell into his chest. He hugged him very tightly and buried his face into his vest. Sort of what he does to me sometimes when he’s had a bad day and needs comforting. I would gladly keep him in my arms and out of harms reach.
“But, father, it’s my birthday party tomorrow! You’re gonna miss it!”
“I’ll try to hurry back as quick as I can. I promise that I’ll try, ok?” he ran his fingers through Quatre’s blond locks.
“Alright.” Quatre sniffled.
“Your mother has your present from the both of us. I’m sure that you’ll like it.” There was a little silence, but then Mr. Winner continued, “I can hardly believe that you’ll be eighteen already. Time sure goes by fast.”
“Yeah,” Quatre mumbled. “It sure does.”
“And you can share a room with Duo now… if you want to.”
“Yeah.” Quatre was still wiping away tears. “I’m gonna miss you, father. Not like I’ve missed you before when you would leave for a job meeting, this is totally different. I wanted everyone to be at my birthday party.”
“I understand how you feel, son. But think of what would happen if I didn’t go. We’d have to move, and despite the fact that you would be 18 at the moment and that you could live on your own with Duo, you know damn well that you’re not financially ready.”
“Yeah I know. And I wanted to go to college before I went on my own.”
“So you see where I’m coming from?” he hugged his son.
“Yes. I understand, dad. I love you. Try and make it back before the party ends, please?”
“I will.”
Mr. Winner waved his goodbye to me, said his goodbyes to his wife, and then got into his Jaguar and left. Quatre was still waving goodbye down the road when I walked up to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind and kissed his neck.
“Are you gonna be ok?” I ask.
He leaned into my body and tilted his head back to give me a kiss under my chin. “Yeah, I think so. I just wish that he didn’t have to leave now. The damn meeting could have taken place the day after my birthday! Are people always out to ruin my fun?”
“I know how you feel.” I tell him. I can’t think of any other words to comfort him at the time. My mind was drawing a blank for some reason. Something was just not right, and it wasn’t because his father was going to miss his birthday party.
~**~
It was so hard to sleep with the thoughts of him in my mind. He was going to be eighteen, and he’ll be moving his stuff into my room. I told him that I’d gladly move back into his room, but Quatre was being Quatre and said that it would have been a waste of our time, so he decided to just move all his stuff in with me instead of having to bring all my stuff back into his room.
So here I lay in bed, unable to sleep, thoughts of my sweet Quatre in my head. Photograph memories playing, like freezing moments that I have cherished throughout our time being involved.
Quatre sitting at the edge of the pool in his swimming trunks, staring out at the water. The sun drenching his slim figure, illuminating his hair.
Quatre gazing through a big glass window at his favorite item in a store.
Quatre concentrating on a homework project with a pencil behind his ear.
Quatre in the kitchen, apron on, mixing a batch of cookie dough with flour on his face.
Quatre laying his head on my lap, looking up at me with that passionate look in his eyes.
Quatre underneath me, begging me to take him and make him mine forever.
“Quatre…”
Moments later, I finally fall asleep.
~TBC~
Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, slight angst, Duo POV, bad language(?), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
##Time for a cool change##
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What do you get a rich kid that has had everything and has done everything? I strolled the mall, in search of something that would catch my eye. It had to be something original, something uncanny, something that screamed: “Duo Maxwell gave this to you!”
Aha! Spencer’s N’ Spar’s! Perfect!
~**~
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! HAPPY- BIIIIIRTHDAAAAY DEEEEAAAR QUAAAATREEEEEE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOO YOOOOOOUUU!!”
“Thank you, Duo. But my birthday isn’t until tomorrow.”
I pinched his cheek, “Excuses, excuses!” I let go of his cheek to grab a hold of his arm and pull him closer to me, “I wanna hear those three little words from you that I long to hear so much!”
“Duo…my dad’s just over there.” He nodded his head towards the living room. “He’ll see and hear us…”
“Oh, balderdash! Come on, I need to hear those words.”
Quatre sighed, “Ok, ok. I love you, Duo.”
“Wrong!” I mess up his hair.
“What do you mean, ‘wrong’?” He’s so cute when he’s irked.
“That’s not the three little words I’ve been meaning to hear!”
Quatre growled a bit and crossed his arms, “What other three little words are you talking about?”
“It’s your turn.”
Quatre blinked, “Huh…wha?”
“You say, ‘it’s your turn’.”
“You know how confusing of a boyfriend you are?” he turned on his heels and headed for the living room.
I plant my hands on my hips as I watch him go. I can’t believe he doesn’t understand what I’m talking about. Some boyfriend. Oh well. He’ll soon discover what I mean.
~~**~~
After I hid Quatre’s b-day gift, I sneak into the kitchen and grab a snack. Being sly and looking innocent works up a person’s appetite, ya know.
Quatre’s always telling me that one of these days my snacking is going to catch up with me and I’ll start gaining pounds like crazy. Bah! I have perfect metabolism that will always stay the same no matter what. He’s just being paranoid, that’s all.
This peanut butter and jam sandwich won’t keep me full for long. I decide to go back to the kitchen and make another. Besides that, I need some milk. That’s right, I’m a milk drinker! I don’t care if anyone teases me about it either. Milk does a body good. Especially my great body. No wonder Quatre can’t keep his hands off me.
But enough gloating, more stuffing.
~~**~~
“What do you mean you have to go?” Quatre whined. Those big blue-green eyes would have stopped me. Course I’m the one going out with him.
“I’m sorry, son. But you must remember, I have to keep up good appearances if we want to stay living here. You don’t want to move again, do you?”
Ouch! Mr. Winner was right. I stood a good few feet away from them but I could hear everything. Quatre was wiping the tears from his eyes with his sleeve.
“What did I tell you about using your clothes as tissue paper?” Mr. Winner sighed. Quatre surprised him and fell into his chest. He hugged him very tightly and buried his face into his vest. Sort of what he does to me sometimes when he’s had a bad day and needs comforting. I would gladly keep him in my arms and out of harms reach.
“But, father, it’s my birthday party tomorrow! You’re gonna miss it!”
“I’ll try to hurry back as quick as I can. I promise that I’ll try, ok?” he ran his fingers through Quatre’s blond locks.
“Alright.” Quatre sniffled.
“Your mother has your present from the both of us. I’m sure that you’ll like it.” There was a little silence, but then Mr. Winner continued, “I can hardly believe that you’ll be eighteen already. Time sure goes by fast.”
“Yeah,” Quatre mumbled. “It sure does.”
“And you can share a room with Duo now… if you want to.”
“Yeah.” Quatre was still wiping away tears. “I’m gonna miss you, father. Not like I’ve missed you before when you would leave for a job meeting, this is totally different. I wanted everyone to be at my birthday party.”
“I understand how you feel, son. But think of what would happen if I didn’t go. We’d have to move, and despite the fact that you would be 18 at the moment and that you could live on your own with Duo, you know damn well that you’re not financially ready.”
“Yeah I know. And I wanted to go to college before I went on my own.”
“So you see where I’m coming from?” he hugged his son.
“Yes. I understand, dad. I love you. Try and make it back before the party ends, please?”
“I will.”
Mr. Winner waved his goodbye to me, said his goodbyes to his wife, and then got into his Jaguar and left. Quatre was still waving goodbye down the road when I walked up to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind and kissed his neck.
“Are you gonna be ok?” I ask.
He leaned into my body and tilted his head back to give me a kiss under my chin. “Yeah, I think so. I just wish that he didn’t have to leave now. The damn meeting could have taken place the day after my birthday! Are people always out to ruin my fun?”
“I know how you feel.” I tell him. I can’t think of any other words to comfort him at the time. My mind was drawing a blank for some reason. Something was just not right, and it wasn’t because his father was going to miss his birthday party.
~**~
It was so hard to sleep with the thoughts of him in my mind. He was going to be eighteen, and he’ll be moving his stuff into my room. I told him that I’d gladly move back into his room, but Quatre was being Quatre and said that it would have been a waste of our time, so he decided to just move all his stuff in with me instead of having to bring all my stuff back into his room.
So here I lay in bed, unable to sleep, thoughts of my sweet Quatre in my head. Photograph memories playing, like freezing moments that I have cherished throughout our time being involved.
Quatre sitting at the edge of the pool in his swimming trunks, staring out at the water. The sun drenching his slim figure, illuminating his hair.
Quatre gazing through a big glass window at his favorite item in a store.
Quatre concentrating on a homework project with a pencil behind his ear.
Quatre in the kitchen, apron on, mixing a batch of cookie dough with flour on his face.
Quatre laying his head on my lap, looking up at me with that passionate look in his eyes.
Quatre underneath me, begging me to take him and make him mine forever.
“Quatre…”
Moments later, I finally fall asleep.
~TBC~