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He goes running	By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Duo's POV

Italics = text messaging

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I didn’t sleep well. I mean, who could blame me? Within me, a war was taking place. I wanted Heero with a ferocity seen only in the animal kingdom, but I was scared, absolutely terrified of letting him close again.

And my state of mind wouldn’t let me sleep; I literally couldn’t turn my head off. No matter how often I told myself to shut the hell up, and let Heero try to make it up to me, quit thinking and just see what happens, I couldn’t shut down and sleep.

So when there was a loud, obnoxious, repetitive, totally unwelcome knocking on my door at nine a.m., I was still asleep. I dragged my unhappy ass out the covers, scratching my stomach and daring whoever was hiding behind my door to comment on my wardrobe of loose-fitting boxers.

Behind door number one: some random guy holding an armful of flowers. Duh…What?

The guy looked just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. “Uh, Duo Maxwell?”

I just looked at him through sleep-fogged eyes for a moment before registering. “Yeah?”

“These are for you.” And then he shoved a bunch of petals in my face, turned, and left.

What the hell? I blinked a couple of times as the soft scent of flowers infused my brain. I don’t know much about flowers, but I’ve seen enough commercials/movies to know red roses are supposed to be romantic. I don’t necessarily agree, but I don’t necessarily not agree. I set the bunch down on the countertop in the kitchen and found a card buried between the leaves.

Just the start. –Heero

Ok, so the flower thing is totally cliché, and I’m not usually into that sort of thing, but I couldn’t really help but smirk a little bit as I looked at them. It was stupid, but I felt a little warm inside. Sap! Ugh, but true.

That warmth stayed centered in my chest even as I crawled back in bed. My covers were still cozy, heated with my residual body heat. I half-drowsed, half-slept and had very pleasant dreams that me hard and wanting. Damn him, even absent and assholish I still want him.

I was still trying to decide whether I wanted to indulge in a Heero-inspired hand job or take a cold shower when the doorbell rang again. It was the delivery boy. Again. With another bunch of flowers. Ummm…ok? But, sure whatever. I dragged myself out of bed to get up for the day but ended up sitting on the couch staring at the TV while not actually watching anything. An hour passed and someone knocked again. Same guy, different flowers. Grrrr.

After the third knock, I dragged a confession from the irritated delivery boy that I could expect him every hour on the hour with a new bunch of blooms. Ok, so it was cute the first time, not intolerable the second time, a bit irritating the third, but to knowing I had to look forward to this hourly. Less than pleased.

So I grabbed my phone and sent a text message off.

I am not a chick. I was still riding that sharp edge of arousal from earlier, and I really couldn’t imagine how badly I might react if I heard his voice right now. So, texting it is.

Even as nonsexual as his response was, my cock still jumped when I read it. Wow, desperate much? I am well aware of that fact. Granted, drop his voice an octave with the right emphasis, and it very well could be construed as sexual. Gah! What is wrong with me?! I’m trying NOT to think of that.

Then what’s with the flowers?

There was a pause before he responded. You don’t like them?

I felt like I just kicked a puppy. I mean, what the hell? There was no connotation, no puppy eyes, nothing! So how did that one sentence make me feel guilty? Ugh.

You should have stopped at one. Then it just got annoying.

Maybe I just wanted you to know I was thinking of you.

Something in my chest clenched with that. Complete sap, and a bit misguided, but he was trying right? I suddenly had a feeling like these next two weeks were going to be a bit of a trial. But I still felt like a complete ass for shooting him down when he was trying.

You just did.

I stared at my phone for several minutes before I realized there wasn’t a return response coming. Then I got a little peeved at myself for feeling a bit downtrodden because of it. Double Ugh.

So I went about my business. Remember the part about me making my own hours? In case you didn’t, I set my own hours. So I checked my software, set a schedule of upkeep, and started running a data check of my various reservoirs.

My cell phone beeped at me, and I checked it. Thinking of you…

Ok, so I couldn’t stop the smile that took my mouth hostage. Don’t say a word, not a single word.

So at least I’ve begun training him a little. One thing is for sure, he’s a quick learner. I had a little bit of happiness painting the inside of my ribs until I realized he had to be. I gave him two weeks, didn’t I? Two weeks isn’t very long to try to earn trust, especially mine.

And it really should be no big deal. If he doesn’t make the timeframe, I could give him an extension, right? I set the rules; it shouldn’t matter, but then again…how many times would he get an extension? What if I couldn’t give him my trust again? What if no matter how hard, how long we tried, it wouldn’t work? What if I was throwing away a chance at life because I was trying to force it to work with Heero?

My head is starting to hurt.

So screw my love life. Time to work on someone else’s for a little bit.

I checked my email. Either he works extremely fast, or he began to trust me a little bit, because I had an email from Trowa that had a scanned image of his signature on my contract. I couldn’t help the giddy smile that took over my face. Step one.

Now, time to see if Heero trusts me. The devilish side of me took over as I grabbed my phone. You promise not to get mad at me if I ask you a few questions, Heero?

I guess that is dependent upon the questions.

I smirked. Is your friend Trowa single?

How do you know Trowa?

He made quite the impression when we met. Evil, I know, but so much fun.

Yes, he is single. Its like I could literally feel him swallow his pride.

Is he attracted to men? Here kitty, kitty, kitty. HA!

Yes. Would you like me to set you two up? Awww, I almost feel bad for him. Almost. The only thing is, I can’t tell if that comment was him being a defeatist or sarcastic. I wonder if he’s willing to fight for me?

I really am curious. Now I may leave him in suspense instead of explaining.

Nah, I can set it up myself. So…what’s his type?

There was silence on the other end for a few minutes, and I felt my stomach getting tighter and tighter as I waited.

Duo, are you really doing this? The mischief instantly vanished. Ok, so maybe I pushed too far.

Does he like blonds? I might be playing matchmaker in the future if I find him worthy.

That was mean, but I suppose I deserved it. Hair color has never been a huge factor, but he’s always liked blue eyes.

Perfect!...wait... Heero has blue eyes, and they seem really close. A jealous little spark flickered on in my head. Were you two ever together?

We’re too much alike to have ever worked romantically. It’d be like dating my brother, if I had one.

Good. Ok, then I guess we can be friends.

Jealous? His confidence was coming back a bit. I’m actually pretty glad about that. His confidence is extremely sexy to me.

Were you? I countered, knowing he probably wanted to beat Trowa when I was asking about him.

Yeah, I don’t like to share.

Then we agree. Just so we know where we stand on all this.

Thinking of you smiling.

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. It was a nice way to end such a tense conversation.

The next day I set up a meeting with Trowa at a local diner. I showed him the legit ways through my software rather than having to hack his way through it. We sat down and split up the companies pretty evenly. I left Winner Corp for last, told him we’d both cover it since we’d have to go in together for the NXS contract.

He didn’t seem suspicious of anything, and he didn’t ask me about Heero. So I asked him.

“So how did you and Heero meet? You seem pretty close.” I stuffed a french fry in my mouth

His eyes were still super sharp, like he could read my every thought. Kinda trippy.

Trowa rolled those so green eyes. “I assure you; I’m not a threat.”

If I hadn’t had the text convo with Heero yesterday, his response would have been exactly what I was looking for with that comment. But, as it was, I knew better now. “Oh, I know. I just wanted to know how you met.”

Trowa tersely explained that they were roommates in college, became close due to their similar personalities, and have kept in touch pretty regularly.

While Trowa was explaining, I got another text: Thinking of you with your hair down.

It had been that way since yesterday. Short text messages at various times, in various poses. Thinking of you laughing, thinking of you on the beach, thinking of you dancing…As hard-assed as I’m trying to be over the situation, that shit is hard to combat.

I guess I couldn’t quite hold the smile back, because when I looked up Trowa was watching me very closely.

“So is the groveling going well?” The slight smirk on his face was enough to let me know he knew that I wasn’t completely adverse to Heero right now.

“Its not really any of your business, but I guess I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” I sent a smirk back at the wide-eyed look he gave me.

“What?”

“Well, you’re a very handsome guy, Trowa. You can’t tell me you don’t have any juicy details in your love life.” I knew I was gloating a bit.

“I don’t want to know that badly.” He gave me a flat glare with that dry tone of voice, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ah, come on. I’m not asking for sexual positions, just what kind of chick you’re into, if you’re currently with someone, stuff like that.”

He just raised a brow, and I decided to change my approach. “Ok, so maybe I’m not entirely comfortable with dating Heero just yet. Maybe I’m looking into a less stressful situation. Would you and your current love interest be willing to do a double date or something?”

I had to choke back the laugh at his put out expression. “I’m not currently seeing anyone, so no.”

This guy was really hard to crack. “Why aren’t you dating someone?”

Trowa shrugged and put more effort into the food on his plate. “No one has really held my interest.”

Bingo, exactly the door I needed. “What would hold your interest?”

He just shrugged again. Ugh, men!

So I kept pushing. “Do you like blond, big breasted, twig thin girls? Shy, intellectual scholar types? Do you like ambition, independence? If you don’t know what you want, how will you know when you find it?”

Trowa rolled his eyes then glared at me. “You’re noisy.”

I just smirked and shrugged.

But he folded a bit. “First off, I’m not attracted to women.”

Yeah, I knew that, but I didn’t want him to know that I knew that. Sneaky, sneaky Duo! Haha! “Really? Ok, so do you prefer a partner that’s more petite, or someone more like Heero? The strong, silent type?”

Lets let him think I’m feeling threatened, maybe that’ll make him a little more forthcoming. I mean, obviously he’s at least somewhat invested in the relationship between Heero and me. Maybe he’ll want to ‘reassure me.’ I am so loving this.

“I already told you Heero’s not my type, and you don’t deserve him if you’re too insecure to handle him having friendships with other gay men.” There was no heat to his words; he wasn’t threatening in any way, but he was very blunt.

But I wasn’t phased. “So petite, then. Outgoing or shy? Scholar or streetsmart?”

Trowa sighed. “I don’t really know. I want someone I can hold a conversation with, so some intelligence would be nice. I’m not the most talkative person, so they have to be comfortable in silence. Otherwise I really don’t know; I guess I’ll tell you when I find him.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Deal. So, my end of the bargain. Heero is definitely trying, and…its slow, but progressing.”

Trowa nodded. He had finished his food, and so had I.

“So I’ll set up a meeting with the head of Winner Corp. I’ll want you to be familiar to the higher ups so you can come and go as needed in case you have to do some onsite work. Plus, I thought it might be beneficial if the NXS situation was explained a little more thoroughly to us both. Is there a time or date that’s better for you?” I was trying to make sure I didn’t let on how excited I was to introduce Trowa and Q.

The fact that Trowa was not impressed by money made him a great candidate for my newest friend, but it in no way meant that they were compatible. But I couldn’t help but be excited by the possibility.

“Just give me a day notice. I have enough vacation days saved up that I can get off whenever. And if I already have a job lined up where I don’t need references, I don’t really need to put in a two week notice, do I?” His voice made it very clear that he was pleased by that fact. He was getting more and more excited by the fact that he was getting out of his going nowhere tech support job.

And I couldn’t help but be pleased because he was pleased.

“Cool. I’ll call Quatre and get everything set up.” I took a sip of my drink as Trowa looked confused.

“I thought Iria Winner was the head of Winner Corp.”

I smirked. “Me too, but apparently, she’s just a figurehead to keep the true mastermind behind the company in the shadows. Quatre Winner is not one for publicity, so Iria is in the public eye; which works brilliantly for both of them because she enjoys it.”

“Then it makes sense why I’ve never heard of her.”

The smile on my face was positively devilish, I know because I saw a little anxiety in his face. “Quatre Winner is the youngest sibling and the only male heir to the Winner dynasty.”

Trowa’s eyes widened. “And he’s the head of Winner Corp?”

“Pretty impressive for one so young, I know, but he’s definitely earned it. I’ve seen how he handles himself in the office. He’s a genius. Its pretty cool being able to call him a friend.” Yeah, I’m a braggart, but I want to see if I can whet his mouth a little.

He was looking at me a little bit differently. “What’s your angle?”

I did my best to look confused. “What are you talking about?”

He just kept watching me, unnerving me a little. I hope I didn’t show my hand too quickly. “Whatever. So, I’ll call Q and see when he can squeeze us in.”

Trowa just nodded. He had no idea what I had planned for him…Well, at least, I hope he didn’t.

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