Keeping My Hands Busy

Slipping his arms through the jacket, Trowa opened his office door. Quatre really had an eye for dressing people…he couldn’t say he looked bad if he wanted to. Trowa noticed the looks he got from each of the other pilots and was very pleased that his little one still looked at him like he had the other day.

“Not bad Trow, are you three ready to go then?” Duo asked as Heero and Quatre stood.

“I think so…what are your plans for tonight?” Trowa asked. Catching the glance that passed between the violet and onyx eyed pilots Trowa just nodded. “Ah, well then, shall we go?” The brunette gestured to the blonde to lead the way.

Climbing into the limo after his little one, Trowa was surprised that Heero closed the door behind them and walked around to the front. So…he was playing chauffer tonight. Which meant Heero was also probably playing servant. What was his role then? He didn’t exactly have the business prowess that the blonde did…and he already had a servant for the night, so what was he supposed to be? A bodyguard?

“So…I already told Heero, but…tonight…well, it’s for a charity so…I mean…we don‘t really have to go if you don‘t want to.”

“I‘m not going to keep you from this little one. If you want to attend then we‘ll go. Are there going to be a lot of people there?”

“I don’t think so…they’re usually very small banquets…well…as banquets go.”

“Can I ask you something then?” Trowa watched the blonde’s body tense but received a nod. “Will there be pictures taken?”

“I try to stay away from those but unfortunately it’s unavoidable most of the time.” Trowa smiled as the limousine came to a stop.

“So, does the bodyguard exit the car first or second?” He asked with the smile still in place as he started turned to get out of the car.

“Wait! I was…” The blonde was blushing as he fought to get the words out. “I don’t want a bodyguard…I was hoping…you would want to be…my escort.” Quatre finished quietly.

“Escort? You want me to be your date tonight?” That was one hell of a way to come out of the closet.

“Not if you don’t want to. I mean we don’t have to be open if you don’t want to. We can hide it if you want…at least until you’re sure you…want me.” Trowa didn’t hesitate to lean over the seat and kiss his little one sweetly. When he pulled back, he was happy that the blonde didn’t look disgusted, just shocked. “What-”

“Don’t think that I want to hide this. To hide us…I’d be happy if the entire world knew about us. Do you really think that I’m still going to leave you?” Trowa waited for the answer he knew the blonde wouldn’t give him honestly.

Stepping out of the car when Heero opened the door, Trowa held his hand out to help the blonde out. Quatre barely noticed the flashing lights, but Trowa was well aware of how many pictures were being taken. This was a small banquet? Trowa held back the cringe at the thought of a large one. Walking with the blonde’s arm laced through his was nice, he liked the constant contact with his little one.

“Why?”

“’Why’ what little one?” Trowa had barely heard the question, so he was sure that the photographers hadn’t.

“Why…are you still here?” Quatre was almost afraid to ask. Maybe if he asked enough, Trowa would finally just give up on him.

“Do you want me to leave you?”

“No.” Trowa felt the blonde’s arm tighten around his.

“Then why do you keep asking me if I’m going to?” There was a long pause before the blonde responded.

“So you’re just staying to keep me happy.” Sighing to himself, Trowa waited until they were inside to pull the blonde to the side so he could be sure the blonde heard what he was about to say.

“I’ve been trying not to say this, I don’t want to scare you away.” Hearing the blonde snicker, Trowa continued as if he hadn’t. “I’m not leaving you. Ever. I love you too much to leave you.”


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The night was almost over and Trowa had to excuse himself to find their ‘servant.’ He was sure he wasn’t too far away, but with this many people around, Trowa was sure that the Asian had been stopped somewhere along the way. His best bet was to search the drink table, where the Asian would be able to take surveillance of the entire room, including keeping tabs on him and his little one.

Trowa had no idea what had happened to his blonde. He had told him he loved him…and the blonde had fallen silent. Not just towards him, but whenever someone wanted to talk to him, Trowa had to do all the talking. The blonde hadn’t said one single word since they had their little one sided conversation. Spotting the Asian standing in the corner behind the drinks table, Trowa made his way over to him.

“Quatre’s ready to go I think. I’ll go get him and bring him out to the car.”

“Hai.” Heero was off the wall and out the door before the taller boy had made it halfway back to the blonde. Seemed Heero didn’t like these things much either. He was almost back to where he had instructed the blonde to wait for him when he heard something behind one of the heavily draped curtains near the wall he was passing.

“Come on, I know you’re gay…so why not fool around with me? That guy doesn’t have to know.” Well, he had found his little one. Taking a deep breath to keep himself from killing the man that was hitting on his blonde, Trowa headed for the voice. Hearing the slightest of sobs, Trowa couldn’t be sure he could promise the man’s safety anymore. No one was allowed to make his little one cry ever again.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t see this, and you’re going to leave. Now.” Trowa was still trying to remain calm, but he could already feel a growl forming in his throat.

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m-”

“Quatre, let’s go.” Trowa held his arms out and watched the blonde try to walk forward, but he was blocked by the man.

“I’m a very important man, you can’t just dismiss me like that.”

“Why are the ‘important’ ones always pompous assholes?” Trowa asked himself just loud enough to be sure he was heard. “I don’t really care who you are. Either you can let me have my boyfriend or I can send you to the hospital and still get my boyfriend. Your choice.” Trowa watched as the man laughed and started reaching into his coat. Even if it wasn’t a gun, he wasn’t taking chances. Punching the man square in the center of his face, Trowa smiled as he heard a satisfying crunch. “I did give you the option.” Trowa held out his arms again and was glad when his little one didn’t hesitate to come to him. “Heero’s waiting in the car, let’s go home.” Receiving a nod into his chest, the brunette walked out to said car with his arm around his little one’s waist.

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