Keeping My Hands Busy

Trowa stood in Quatre’s living room, trying to fight down the smile that kept creeping up on him. His little one was standing opposite him and was shifting uncomfortably. Quatre could and probably would kick him out if he did anything the blonde didn’t like…so Trowa just had to make sure everything was professional…or at least semi-professional...

“Bedroom?” Trowa asked very calmly…if he could draw the blonde in his bedroom, there was a very slim chance that he would be able to run. Quatre started walking down a hallway and Trowa quickly followed him. The blonde seemed in a daze…like he couldn’t quite believe he was really going to willingly let someone in his room, not to mention see him topless.

Trowa took in the entire room in two seconds. Bed, dresser with a mirror, nightstand, small desk in the corner and a door leading to a bathroom. He couldn’t help the small feeling of pity when he noticed the entire room was done in a green so dark it looked black. Trowa didn’t dwell on it for too long because he was itching to get the blonde out of his shirt, so he calmed himself down and slowly set up the supplies he would need.

Quatre wasn’t exactly sure what to do…he didn’t want to get topless in front of anyone…on the other hand, if he was going to have to do this, he was glad it was Trowa. For the first time in almost two years Quatre was starting to feel something again. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing, he didn’t want to give anyone the chance to break him again. He had automatically hugged himself when the thought crossed his mind. Trowa caught the movement and for a brief second just watched the blonde. That was a defensive move, he had to get the blonde to trust him again.

“You want to do me first?” Trowa asked as he pulled out a camera and held it up for his little one to see. Receiving a nod Trowa had to beat down his smile. “Can you help me? I’m still sore; I can’t raise my arms up very far.” Blatant lie…but Quatre wasn't paying enough attention to notice. The small blonde very slowly walked over and grabbed the bottom of Trowa’s shirt. He’d just get it over with and take the picture so he wouldn’t have to think about it any longer than necessary.

He pulled the taller pilot's shirt up over his chest and paused. The scar that was healing nicely along the other’s side struck just the right nerve and broke him. He tried so hard not to think about how stupid he had been, but he couldn’t take it anymore when he saw the mark he had left. He felt numb and didn't register anything as the tears fell that he had been holding back. He couldn’t believe he had shot Trowa because he had gotten too close. Trowa stared in silence, as the blonde looked at his wound and the tears started to fall. He had told himself not to touch the blonde, tonight was about getting the trust back...but looking at him like this, he couldn't leave the blonde to his own devices.

He very slowly pulled the blonde to him and held on as the other cried. He started rubbing circles on the others back as the blonde started to hiccup because he was crying so hard. Trowa didn’t know what else to do to help his little one. So he just held on tightly and whispered that everything was going to be ok.

“O-okay??? Are you-are you cr-crazy? I sh-shot you. It- it’s not going to be o-okay.” Trowa frowned and pulled his little one’s face up to meet his.

“I told you that I would never leave you. I’ll wait for you to be ready to be with me…regardless of how much you push me away.”

Quatre moved quickly and the next thing Trowa knew, he was blinking in shock, his little one was…his little one was kissing him. Very softly and he was crying through it…but that didn’t change the fact that his little one was the one who had moved in. Trowa very slowly pulled away…he loved being kissed, and it broke his heart to pull away but he couldn't be kissed because his little one was vulnerable and doing things he might regret later. Quatre looked up into his eyes and made a slight choking sound, he had given Trowa what he wanted hadn’t he? Why did he pull away?

“Little one, I told you I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to…so I have to ask you not to kiss me unless you are prepared for me to kiss you back.” Cute, his little one was blushing…he must of just realized what he was doing and-

“Only kissing.” Trowa was thrown off balance, his little one really wanted to kiss him...only kiss...but it was a start. Nodding at his blonde, Trowa dipped his head and let his lips trail over the blonde's. He was startled when Quatre firmly pulled the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. He carefully let his tongue out and was thrilled that his little blonde immediately sucked it into his own mouth.

“Hey, Trowa, Duo told me to come make sure you weren’t dead and- oh…wow...sorry.” Wufei said as he stood shocked in the doorway. Quatre looked around Trowa’s shoulder and the tall uni-banged boy literally felt the shift that the blonde went through.

“Get out!!” Trowa did the first thing that came to his mind to keep his little one as close to the angel as he could. He swooped down and kissed the blonde while motioning the other to get out as fast as he could. Wufei didn’t need to be told more than once and was out of the house by the time the blonde finally pushed the taller boy away from himself and shot a glare that would put Heero’s to shame. This wasn’t going to be easy…but his little one was worth it.


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I rewrote this one...yay for me. I like it much better than the other chapter I wrote here. I don’t know, anyway, leave a review please.