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chapter 3
Edge of 17- chapter three
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC’s
Pairings: 2+4/4+2
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. Was thinking about doing another one similar to this one later that is a 1+4
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. ^_^
Status: 3/?
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I yawned. My big mouth stretched so far that I thought my jaw was going to catch. I sleepily blink at the cards in my hand; trying to decide which ones I want to keep and which I’m going to throw away.
“You know, Duo.” Quatre sighed, “We really should go to bed. It’s passed midnight.”
“Not until I beat you!” I leer. I discard a 2 of clubs, a 4 of diamonds, and a 9 of hearts. I keep the king and queen of clubs. Quatre deals me three more cards. I growl in frustration. “I thought you said that you weren’t much of a poker player!”
“I’m not.” he dealt himself two cards, “It’s just not one of my favorite card games.”
“May I ask what is your favorite?” I ask, folding. He chuckled.
“I’m more into the four player card games. I like Hearts, Spades, Pitch, Bridge, Crazy Eights, Canasta, and others that are like them.”
“How about Black Jack?” I ask grinning.
“No, Duo. We need to go to bed.” he stood up and walked over to his dresser.
“You’re a mama’s boy, aren’t ya?” I tease. He jerked his head back and glared at me. I wasn’t sure if it was a teasing glare or if it was a serious glare.
“I used to be considered one.” He said, taking out a pair of pajama bottoms.
“Aww…I was just joshing ya!” I smile, “I don’t mind if you are. I just usually like staying up as late as possible on weekends, and then I sleep in all Saturday morning.”
“You mean, you don’t watch cartoons in the morning?” he asked, and I think he was picking on me.
“Thanks a lot, Quat. Love you too.” I sigh, and then I wander over to my suitcase.
“You sure are a sarcastic person, Duo.” He said.
“Yeah, well…that’s just my nature.” I slip my shirt over my head. This is so weird. Why am I doing this? Why am I sharing a bed with someone that I KNOW is gay? Why? I mean, I know that I’m an open-minded person, but…just the thought of being next to him…almost naked…knowing what kind of person he is…doesn’t that make me…
I turn and caught Quatre staring. He looked away quickly and started to slip off his own shirt. I don’t mean to stare either, but my eyes caught a glimpse of something on his back and around his stomach. I wince, but not because of the way it looked. I wonder what happened to him. I decide to refrain from asking as I shimmy out of my pants.
“Duo!” I hear Quatre’s voice gasp, “Aren’t you gonna wear any pajamas?”
“I don’t have any, Quat.” I tell him, “I sleep in my boxers.”
“Oh my god…” I barely hear him squeak out. With my back still turned, I smirk. It feels good to be admired.
I mentally hit myself. What am I thinking? He’s my friend! And…and he’s a boy! Even though he IS a cute boy…GRRRR…what is the matter with me?? I had a girlfriend about five months ago! I’ve had two others before that! Why am I thinking that this blond boy is cute? So, an open mind also means that I’m prone to be bisexual? It can’t be! I have never looked at a boy and thought this way before. This isn’t right. Maybe I should go sleep on the couch.
I turn around, determined to tell Quatre that I think it’s a bad idea to be sharing a bed and that the couch sounds better to me now, but my mouth stays gapped open; unable to speak those words. Quatre was slipping on a pair of silky black pajama bottoms that barely hugged his waist. I mumbled something like, “good lord, strike me down now before I…”
“Do you want the inside or the outside?” he asked as he turned to face me.
“Uh…which…uh…” I gulped, “Which side do you usually sleep?”
“I’m usually in the middle, so it makes no difference to me. So which side do you want?”
I stood there in bewilderment for a few more seconds, admiring him piece by piece. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, trying to avoid the vision before me. “I’ll take the inside.” I mumble.
“Ok, fine with me.” he sat down on the edge of the bed. I think he was staring at me. I’m trying my best not to even look at him right now. “Duo?”
“Yeah?” I almost squeaked. I must have sounded dumb.
“Could you shut the light off, please?” he asked. I nodded my head, wandered over to the light switch, held my breath, and then clicked the lights off. The moon was shining through the window enough to light half of the room. Part of the moonbeam was shining on Quatre, making the top of his blond head almost seem to glow.
I quickly make my way to the bed and then dive over to the inside, but I pull the covers only up to my hips. I thought I saw a glimmer of something in Quatre’s eyes.
“This is gonna be…really different, isn’t it, Quat?” I asked, trying not to hint at anything. I think he did take it as a hint of some kind, because I caught him blushing slightly.
“Yeah, really something.” He whispered. He slowly slipped into the covers next to me. I prop myself up on one elbow.
“What do you wanna talk about?” I ask. I want to talk about anything that will get my mind off of the fact that I’m lying down, in his bed, almost naked.
His eyes shut, and then he sighed, “I don’t know. What should we talk about?”
“Anything except why I’m sleeping by you.” I blurt out suddenly. He snickered at that comment. I think I just blushed.
“Don’t worry, Duo. I’m not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do. We just became close friends.” He turned his head toward me.
“Yeah, close friends…” I echoed. Why did I just repeat what he said? Am I that bad off? Am I that nervous? This is crazy! I shouldn’t be feeling this way for him. They say that a good relationship starts off as two people being friends. And they also say that if you become more than a friend with someone, then you just ruin that friendship. Is Quatre the kind of person that I should just stay friends with, or is he the one that I need to be with? Never in my life have I even thought about a guy being my next lover. What if I want to start a family in the future? What then? Do I dump him just to go find a girl? Then would we still be friends? I hate myself already.
“Duo?” I hear Quatre’s soft voice pierce through my own deep thoughts.
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“Do you…” Quatre suddenly stopped. I waited for him to continue, but he just lies there.
“Do I what?” I ask.
“I don’t want to invade on your privacy or anything, but I’m curious.” He sighed, and then turned over on his side to face me, “Am I allow to ask you something personal?”
“Sure, Quat.” I smile.
“Do you miss your parents at all? I mean, your real parents?”
“Oh, is that all?” I chuckle. “Well, actually I don’t. They’re a bunch of assholes.”
“Duo!” Quatre sat up, astonished, “That’s no way for a son to talk about his own parents!”
“You don’t think so?” I smirk.
“No, it’s not. Love thy parents, remember?”
“Yeah, I know. But they are mean. Not like your parents at all.”
“What about your foster parents? Are they good to you?”
“Not all the time. Sometimes I’m glad I’m there, sometimes I wish I was on my own, and sometimes I wish that I was never born.”
“That’s not a nice thing to wish for.” Quatre sighed.
“Well, I’m not wishing that right now.” I smile.
“That’s good.” He smiled back. Seconds later he stretched, heaved out a sigh, and then put his hands behind his head.
I am not gonna touch, I am not gonna touch, I am not gonna touch…
Ok, let me explain this before you hentais out there get the wrong idea. I’ve always had this weakness around my friends and my old girlfriends that whenever an underarm presented itself to me, I would tickle it. No mercy! But this guy is different somehow. I don’t want to annoy him like I do with the rest of my friends. I don’t want him to hate me for this.
But this IS a sleep over, right? And we are just friends, right? So, it’s ok to tickle…just a little…maybe just a bit and then let off? Just as a test to see if he’s ticklish under the armpits. I watch as his eyelids begin to fall. Ok, Maxwell, it’s now or never. Catch him off guard; that’s the best way to do it. Easy does it.
I inch my hand over to his ribs. Maybe just a touch test, I don’t want to startle him too badly. I inch a finger closer to his skin. What if he takes it the wrong way? Nah, of course he won’t. I’ll just explain my fetish for tickling, and he’ll understand. I’ll just tell him that I’m initiating him into my group of friends and all my good friends get tickled. Yeah, that’s the deal. It’ll be a cinch.
His eyes snap open. I freeze.
“What are you doing?” he grumbled.
“Uh…” a lump has suddenly became stuck in my throat.
“You were gonna tickle me, weren’t you?”
I grin like a maniac, “Yeah… sorry. It’s just that…well, I just wanted to…”
“You wanted to hear me squeal like a little girl, didn’t you?”
“Huh??” I blinked.
“Oh…sorry. It’s just that it’s the same thing for me every time I get into a new school. People find out I’m gay, and then they tease me by tickling me to death and when they hear me laugh they start saying crap like, ‘oh, listen to the little girl scream!’ and ‘What a sissy laugh, gay boy!’ and other mean things like that.”
“I’m sorry, Quat. I didn’t know. It’s just something that I do with my friends, that’s all.”
“Well, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tickle me.” he sighed.
“Hey! No problem! No problem whatsoever! If you don’t like being tickled then I won’t tickle you.”
“Thanks, Duo.” He snuggled down into his pillow more. “Good night.”
“Good night, Quat.” I sigh.
~TBC~
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC’s
Pairings: 2+4/4+2
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. Was thinking about doing another one similar to this one later that is a 1+4
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. ^_^
Status: 3/?
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I yawned. My big mouth stretched so far that I thought my jaw was going to catch. I sleepily blink at the cards in my hand; trying to decide which ones I want to keep and which I’m going to throw away.
“You know, Duo.” Quatre sighed, “We really should go to bed. It’s passed midnight.”
“Not until I beat you!” I leer. I discard a 2 of clubs, a 4 of diamonds, and a 9 of hearts. I keep the king and queen of clubs. Quatre deals me three more cards. I growl in frustration. “I thought you said that you weren’t much of a poker player!”
“I’m not.” he dealt himself two cards, “It’s just not one of my favorite card games.”
“May I ask what is your favorite?” I ask, folding. He chuckled.
“I’m more into the four player card games. I like Hearts, Spades, Pitch, Bridge, Crazy Eights, Canasta, and others that are like them.”
“How about Black Jack?” I ask grinning.
“No, Duo. We need to go to bed.” he stood up and walked over to his dresser.
“You’re a mama’s boy, aren’t ya?” I tease. He jerked his head back and glared at me. I wasn’t sure if it was a teasing glare or if it was a serious glare.
“I used to be considered one.” He said, taking out a pair of pajama bottoms.
“Aww…I was just joshing ya!” I smile, “I don’t mind if you are. I just usually like staying up as late as possible on weekends, and then I sleep in all Saturday morning.”
“You mean, you don’t watch cartoons in the morning?” he asked, and I think he was picking on me.
“Thanks a lot, Quat. Love you too.” I sigh, and then I wander over to my suitcase.
“You sure are a sarcastic person, Duo.” He said.
“Yeah, well…that’s just my nature.” I slip my shirt over my head. This is so weird. Why am I doing this? Why am I sharing a bed with someone that I KNOW is gay? Why? I mean, I know that I’m an open-minded person, but…just the thought of being next to him…almost naked…knowing what kind of person he is…doesn’t that make me…
I turn and caught Quatre staring. He looked away quickly and started to slip off his own shirt. I don’t mean to stare either, but my eyes caught a glimpse of something on his back and around his stomach. I wince, but not because of the way it looked. I wonder what happened to him. I decide to refrain from asking as I shimmy out of my pants.
“Duo!” I hear Quatre’s voice gasp, “Aren’t you gonna wear any pajamas?”
“I don’t have any, Quat.” I tell him, “I sleep in my boxers.”
“Oh my god…” I barely hear him squeak out. With my back still turned, I smirk. It feels good to be admired.
I mentally hit myself. What am I thinking? He’s my friend! And…and he’s a boy! Even though he IS a cute boy…GRRRR…what is the matter with me?? I had a girlfriend about five months ago! I’ve had two others before that! Why am I thinking that this blond boy is cute? So, an open mind also means that I’m prone to be bisexual? It can’t be! I have never looked at a boy and thought this way before. This isn’t right. Maybe I should go sleep on the couch.
I turn around, determined to tell Quatre that I think it’s a bad idea to be sharing a bed and that the couch sounds better to me now, but my mouth stays gapped open; unable to speak those words. Quatre was slipping on a pair of silky black pajama bottoms that barely hugged his waist. I mumbled something like, “good lord, strike me down now before I…”
“Do you want the inside or the outside?” he asked as he turned to face me.
“Uh…which…uh…” I gulped, “Which side do you usually sleep?”
“I’m usually in the middle, so it makes no difference to me. So which side do you want?”
I stood there in bewilderment for a few more seconds, admiring him piece by piece. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, trying to avoid the vision before me. “I’ll take the inside.” I mumble.
“Ok, fine with me.” he sat down on the edge of the bed. I think he was staring at me. I’m trying my best not to even look at him right now. “Duo?”
“Yeah?” I almost squeaked. I must have sounded dumb.
“Could you shut the light off, please?” he asked. I nodded my head, wandered over to the light switch, held my breath, and then clicked the lights off. The moon was shining through the window enough to light half of the room. Part of the moonbeam was shining on Quatre, making the top of his blond head almost seem to glow.
I quickly make my way to the bed and then dive over to the inside, but I pull the covers only up to my hips. I thought I saw a glimmer of something in Quatre’s eyes.
“This is gonna be…really different, isn’t it, Quat?” I asked, trying not to hint at anything. I think he did take it as a hint of some kind, because I caught him blushing slightly.
“Yeah, really something.” He whispered. He slowly slipped into the covers next to me. I prop myself up on one elbow.
“What do you wanna talk about?” I ask. I want to talk about anything that will get my mind off of the fact that I’m lying down, in his bed, almost naked.
His eyes shut, and then he sighed, “I don’t know. What should we talk about?”
“Anything except why I’m sleeping by you.” I blurt out suddenly. He snickered at that comment. I think I just blushed.
“Don’t worry, Duo. I’m not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do. We just became close friends.” He turned his head toward me.
“Yeah, close friends…” I echoed. Why did I just repeat what he said? Am I that bad off? Am I that nervous? This is crazy! I shouldn’t be feeling this way for him. They say that a good relationship starts off as two people being friends. And they also say that if you become more than a friend with someone, then you just ruin that friendship. Is Quatre the kind of person that I should just stay friends with, or is he the one that I need to be with? Never in my life have I even thought about a guy being my next lover. What if I want to start a family in the future? What then? Do I dump him just to go find a girl? Then would we still be friends? I hate myself already.
“Duo?” I hear Quatre’s soft voice pierce through my own deep thoughts.
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“Do you…” Quatre suddenly stopped. I waited for him to continue, but he just lies there.
“Do I what?” I ask.
“I don’t want to invade on your privacy or anything, but I’m curious.” He sighed, and then turned over on his side to face me, “Am I allow to ask you something personal?”
“Sure, Quat.” I smile.
“Do you miss your parents at all? I mean, your real parents?”
“Oh, is that all?” I chuckle. “Well, actually I don’t. They’re a bunch of assholes.”
“Duo!” Quatre sat up, astonished, “That’s no way for a son to talk about his own parents!”
“You don’t think so?” I smirk.
“No, it’s not. Love thy parents, remember?”
“Yeah, I know. But they are mean. Not like your parents at all.”
“What about your foster parents? Are they good to you?”
“Not all the time. Sometimes I’m glad I’m there, sometimes I wish I was on my own, and sometimes I wish that I was never born.”
“That’s not a nice thing to wish for.” Quatre sighed.
“Well, I’m not wishing that right now.” I smile.
“That’s good.” He smiled back. Seconds later he stretched, heaved out a sigh, and then put his hands behind his head.
I am not gonna touch, I am not gonna touch, I am not gonna touch…
Ok, let me explain this before you hentais out there get the wrong idea. I’ve always had this weakness around my friends and my old girlfriends that whenever an underarm presented itself to me, I would tickle it. No mercy! But this guy is different somehow. I don’t want to annoy him like I do with the rest of my friends. I don’t want him to hate me for this.
But this IS a sleep over, right? And we are just friends, right? So, it’s ok to tickle…just a little…maybe just a bit and then let off? Just as a test to see if he’s ticklish under the armpits. I watch as his eyelids begin to fall. Ok, Maxwell, it’s now or never. Catch him off guard; that’s the best way to do it. Easy does it.
I inch my hand over to his ribs. Maybe just a touch test, I don’t want to startle him too badly. I inch a finger closer to his skin. What if he takes it the wrong way? Nah, of course he won’t. I’ll just explain my fetish for tickling, and he’ll understand. I’ll just tell him that I’m initiating him into my group of friends and all my good friends get tickled. Yeah, that’s the deal. It’ll be a cinch.
His eyes snap open. I freeze.
“What are you doing?” he grumbled.
“Uh…” a lump has suddenly became stuck in my throat.
“You were gonna tickle me, weren’t you?”
I grin like a maniac, “Yeah… sorry. It’s just that…well, I just wanted to…”
“You wanted to hear me squeal like a little girl, didn’t you?”
“Huh??” I blinked.
“Oh…sorry. It’s just that it’s the same thing for me every time I get into a new school. People find out I’m gay, and then they tease me by tickling me to death and when they hear me laugh they start saying crap like, ‘oh, listen to the little girl scream!’ and ‘What a sissy laugh, gay boy!’ and other mean things like that.”
“I’m sorry, Quat. I didn’t know. It’s just something that I do with my friends, that’s all.”
“Well, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tickle me.” he sighed.
“Hey! No problem! No problem whatsoever! If you don’t like being tickled then I won’t tickle you.”
“Thanks, Duo.” He snuggled down into his pillow more. “Good night.”
“Good night, Quat.” I sigh.
~TBC~