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Keeping My Hands Busy	By : kitty163 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N So, it's been a long time since I've updated, but since I got a review begging me to finish this story, I thought that I'd work on it a bit more. Read, Rate, Review.

The blonde shook his head and looked away from the mirror again. He didn't know what had happened. They were doing fine and he just had to go and lash out at the brunette. They had spent the day together, and it had only taken Quatre moments after they left the house to realize that they weren't alone. He couldn't blame their friends for watching over them, and actually the blonde was kind of glad they were following them. Not close enough to disturb them, or interrupt the date, but close enough for them to know they were there.
The morning had been great, after their picnic, Trowa had taken him to the zoo. In all honesty, Quatre had thought it was the kind of place a teenager would take a date, but he quickly realized why Trowa had picked the zoo. It was so peaceful. The aviary, the butterfly garden, even the dark reptile house had it's own appeal.
Then Trowa had taken him to lunch at an old fashioned fifty's diner, Quatre couldn't remember the last time he had been so comfortable being surrounded by people...that was Trowa's doing though, and he knew it. After the diner was when things started heading south. They had gone for a walk in the woods, taken off their shoes and walked hand in hand through a stream they had found...then it had started raining.
Quatre frowned. Of course it was the rain...it got him on edge every time it rained. What he hadn't expected was a soft smile from the green-eyed boy or a kiss that made his toes curl...but that contact...it had sparked something. He had physically lashed out, striking the other boy hard enough to send him to his ass. The next few minutes were a blur, but he knew that the other three had gotten him in their car, left Trowa standing there staring after them and then there was just quiet till they reached his house.
Glancing at his reflection again, blue met green and he frowned again. Part of him was glad that the boy was standing in the doorway, his soul reached out to the boy, he wanted nothing more than to go to him and apologize...then there was the other part of him. Trowa was getting too close to him, too important.
“Are you okay?” And that right there, was the reason that he couldn't believe Trowa stayed around him. He had given the other a black eye, and Trowa's reaction was to ask if he was the one that was okay.
“I-I'm fine.” Quatre couldn't help his wince. “How's your eye?”
“Bruised.” Trowa responded with a small smile. “My own fault, I should have known better than to try to kiss you in the rain.”
“Trowa-”
“No, really, I wanted to kiss you all morning, but it just seemed like the perfect time, I didn't even think about the rain.” Quatre took a deep, slow breath, never breaking eye contact.
“Then do it now.” Trowa gave a small smile to the blonde.
“That's the first time you've said what you wanted.” He said quietly, taking the few steps needed to stand at the counter with the boy, still meeting his gaze in the mirror. He was surprised that the boy was still nice, there was no trace of the asshole that Trowa thought he would be dealing with. The blonde had held himself together through being kissed in the rain.
“I don't like saying it, it makes me think too much then I think about what happened and-” Trowa turned and softly sealed his lips over the blonde's. He didn't want him to think about what had happened when he was asking for something as small as a kiss.

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“Duo, my office.” The braided boy kept his face neutral. It was said in his nice voice, but it was a command he could expect from the mean Quatre.
“What'cha need Q?” His reaction to the question would let Duo know who he was dealing with. The blonde nearly tripped over himself to lock the door behind him and turned, eyes wide. Duo was sure that the boy was going to tear into him for something he did, but the shaky voice that came from the blonde immediately told him that he was scared.
“Can you- no, no-” Quatre took a deep breath and leaned back against the door before trying again. “If I ask you something, can you answer me without going and telling everyone what I asked you?” Duo felt himself relax a little.
“Of course Q.” The braided boy said quietly as he sat down in a chair and turned it toward the other boy, that had sat next to him. “What would you like to know?”
“Trowa...he's really serious about staying with me?” Duo inhaled sharply. The boy had hurt Quatre so much over the past few months...but he was trying and succeeding where the others had failed for two years.
“I think he's kinda starting to fall for you. He's not the kind of guy to fall that hard that fast. He would have already left if he wasn't planning on staying with you for as long as he possibly could.” The blonde was silent for a few moments and Duo was just about ready to ask if that was all he wanted to know.
“He told me he loved me a few weeks ago...” It was said so quietly and so unsure of himself that Duo almost ignored it. This was Trowa though, he didn't really 'love' anything. He liked things, but to tell Quatre that he loved him...
“I think he loved you during the war.” He said it just as quietly, but he had blue eyes on him, begging him to elaborate. “I think he left because he couldn't stand being around you, if he couldn't be with you. None of us knew that the others were interested during the war. Besides that, we were all so young...I think it's a good thing that he was gone for so long. He came back and his feelings for you hadn't changed. In fact, I think when I found him, all he wanted was to see you, he had missed us, but he wanted to see -you- specifically.”
“Duo...I don't...I want to be able to kiss him and hug him like he does to me.” Tears made his voice waver, but Duo didn't interrupt him. “I think I'm in love with him, and I can't show him how I feel.”
“Does he know?” The blonde shook his head. “You can't say it to him...can you?” The boy shook his head again. Duo felt his heart give a small jump at the tears running down the blonde's cheeks. “You and I both know that he already knows, Q. He might really want to hear the words, but he's fine for now without them. If I were you, which I'm not and I have no idea how you're handling yourself after the incident, I would just try to kiss him or hug him. Nothing else.” Duo said those words a bit more sternly than necessary. “He'll be more than happy you're trying. He's a good guy, he's not going to let you do anything you don't want to do.”
Quatre slowly nodded in agreement as he tried to calm himself down to stop the tears. Duo was definitely right about that. Trowa would stop him, Trowa always stopped him before he broke down...but he always made sure that the blonde got what he needed. He could feel his face flush as he remembered exactly how far the brunette would go to give him what he wanted...even if Trowa didn't get anything from it.
“Come on Quat, I know you're in your own world there, but stay with me for a couple more minutes.”
“Huh?”
“I said, he's touching you. It's not a question, it was an observation.” Duo cut the blonde off before he even started speaking. “You're relaxed. We all see it, hell, even our clients are noticing. It's a good thing, Quat. He's a good thing. He told us about the shower-”
“He what?”
“Calm Kitty Quat, he didn't tell us everything. Just that you wanted to get close, and you wanted to touch, but you were so scared because of the water that you couldn't. So, I'm just throwing this out there...try it without the water hitting you.” Quatre didn't know if he should be hurt, embarrassed, or happy that the other three knew exactly where their relationship was at.
“Did he tell you about last night?” The words were out before he could censor himself. Duo's eyes lit up at the blonde's question. He didn't want to draw attention to the fact that this was the longest the blonde had spoken to anyone but Trowa since the accident.
“No, what happened last night?” The flush that the blonde had been pushing down wouldn't stay off his face this time. “Well, that means it was something you definitely wanted to happen, and I'm guessing it was something naughty.” The braided boy stated as he leaned back into the chair and allowed himself to relax in the blonde's presence. Whatever had happened...it made Quatre happy. He had been ready for whatever Trowa had done to him. “You don't have to tell me.” It was said quietly after a few moments where the blonde had silently started to shake. “I'm glad you're finally finding something that makes you happy.”
“He gave me a hand-job.”
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Trowa found himself smiling into the silence again. Quatre was in his study finishing up some paperwork and Trowa was just about done cooking dinner for them. Duo had come out of Quatre's office, and Trowa had stood the moment that the violet eyes focused on him. He had known he was going to get hit again. He wasn't entirely sure what for, but he was at least ninety percent sure that he was going to deserve it, and it was going to hurt a whole lot more this time than it did the first time. The braided boy had crossed to him so quickly that the other two ex-pilots had just stood to stop him by the time he had wrapped his arms about the tallest boy and given him a bone crushing hug.
He hadn't said a word. He just stood there holding onto him for the longest time. When he had finally pulled away, there were tear streaks on his face. He still hadn't said a word, just walked to his office, followed quickly by his lovers. Trowa had been so damn confused. Until he looked at his little one. The blonde was so flushed, not meeting his eyes, and he had stayed just inside the door to his office, as if it could keep him distanced from what had just happened.
“The sauce is going to burn.” Green eyes turned briefly to the blonde who had just jumped onto the counter to watch him finish cooking.
“Quatre-”
“The sauce, Trowa.” He turned his eyes away only long enough to turn it off and move the pan off the burner. When had the blonde change into his silk pajamas? More importantly, when the hell had his little one gotten the confidence to walk around without a top on? The green-eyed boy didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure he could actually form words if he had to at that exact moment. There was no sound, other than their breathing and the pounding of both their hearts.
“I'm sorry.” The smaller boy nearly jumped off of the counter, ready to bolt, but Trowa placed a hand on the counter on both sides of the blonde. “I shouldn't have done this, I'm sorry, I thought you might want to...Allah, can we...can I just...” Blue eyes shut as he took a deep breath. This was his problem. He could talk to board members and executives all day, but the moment those green eyes or the scent of this one person filled his senses, he couldn't think straight.
The hand that softly touched his lower back and glided up to the nape of his neck had every part of his body standing at attention. The kiss that followed was like the one he had received in the woods, he couldn't keep his toes from curling, he felt it consume him. The brunette let his tongue gently touch the seam of his before pulling back.
“Food first, little one, then we'll talk.” The way green eyes stayed on him made the blonde's heart leap to his throat. That look told Quatre that the last thing on the brunette's mind was talking, but food would have to come before anything else.
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