Edge of Seventeen
folder
Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
2,595
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
2,595
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 4
Edge of 17- part four
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language (naughty Duo), 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. ^_^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I woke up, I was all sticky and hot. I think I had a dream but I don’t remember. I sit up and realize that I’m alone in Quatre’s bed. I pull the covers off of me and then look down at my boxers.
“Eww…I hope that’s just sweat.” I sigh. I reluctantly get up, grab some clean clothes, and then make my way to the bathroom where Quatre’s parents showed me. Actually, they had fun giving me a tour of their place. I liked it. It would be very nice if I were able to stay here with them. I think I’d like it here better than my foster parents’ place.
I finally make it to the bathroom, but a familiar voice halts me.
“I see that you’re finally awake.” I turn and see the source of the voice. It was Mrs. Winner. I smiled.
“Yeah, I must have slept like a log. Where’s Quatre?”
“Downstairs helping make breakfast.” She smiled.
“Oh, ok. Is it alright if I take a shower?”
“Go right ahead, Duo. Cleanliness is next to godliness.” She wandered past me and went downstairs. I gulped. Are Quatre’s parents really religious? If so, I can understand why Quatre’s so nervous about telling them about his preferences. I would be too.
I finally figure out how to use their shower and I wait for the water to warm up. Many thoughts filled my mind as I waited. Like, what will we be doing today? And other weird thoughts like…how did Quatre feel about me sleeping with him? I recall the blushing and the staring. He might have a crush on me. I don’t blame him; I am quite the handsome little devil.
The water is nice and warm finally. I take off my boxers and slip inside of the shower. I undo my braid and then turn around and let the water soak my hair. I stood there, under the spray, with other thoughts wandering inside of my head. Some of the thoughts aren’t my usual thoughts. Why am I thinking about Quatre? Why am I now mentally slapping myself for not making a move on him? And why am I even thinking about doing something with him??
I hope that the Winners won’t be mad if I used a lot of their shampoo.
~~**~~
I actually make it downstairs in time to eat, despite how long it took me to brush out my hair. I just stuck it in a ponytail for now; I’m too hungry to mess around with it right now. Of course, as predicted, all smiles on their faces when I enter the kitchen. It’s so unlike my place. My foster parents usually let me tend for myself and they don’t sit at the table together to eat. My real parents wouldn’t crack a smile if they even found out that they just inherited some money from a dead relative.
I smile back at them; basically because, it’s who I am. I tried to smile at my parents at the breakfast table once. They were like, “quit smiling at us and eat already!” Or my foster father would be like, “Are you gonna eat THIS morning, or next Saturday?” Here it was so much nicer.
“Good morning, Duo.” Quatre smiled. Was it just me, or did Quatre seem a tad happier than last night? He must be a morning person.
“Good morning.” I clear my throat. “What’s for breakfast, huh?”
“French toast, bacon, eggs, and sausage.” Quatre smiled. I swear his cheeks are going to burst one of these days from smiling so much.
“Sounds good, buddy.” I grin back.
“Oh you better believe it!” Mrs. Winner beamed. “My son is the best cook ever!”
Quatre blushed, “Aww…mother…”
“My mouth is watering already.” I smirk. I think Quatre thought of it as a hidden innuendo of some sort, because he coughed a bit and his cheeks were pinkish. His eyes shifted toward me and I smiled at him.
~~~***~~~
After breakfast, Quatre and I went back to his room. His father said something about all of us going out to do something when he got back from work, and his mother told us that she’d bake us some cookies if we wanted them. We both voted the same thing for her to make. Chocolate chip.
“What a great weekend.” Quatre chirped.
“Oh? What makes you say that?” I asked, rummaging through my suitcase for something. That ‘something’ is a secret for now.
“Because I got to spend it with you instead of being alone again.” He gave me a half smile this time. I think he was expecting some kind of ‘I am NOT gay!’ lecture or something. I smile back at him, letting him know that the feeling is mutual.
“I had fun too. Even though you kept beating me in cards.” I pulled something out of my suitcase. “But I have something here that I know for sure you can’t beat me in!”
“Nintendo?” Quatre reads the words on the piece of machinery.
I nod my head with a wicked grin, “Time to show you just WHO’S in charge here!”
“Oh yeah?” Quatre smirked, “I used to have a Nintendo myself.”
“Oh? What happened to it?”
“My mother threw it away after she found out I was too addicted to it.”
“But this was like…years ago, right?”
“Yeah,” Quatre sighed, “About two years ago.”
“So you should be a bit rusty right now then!” I smile.
“We’ll see, huh?” he smiled back.
~~**~~
An hour later…
“Nooooooo!!” I yell at the screen. “That’s not the fucking move I meant to do!”
“Oh, come on, Duo. You’re being a bad sport.” Quatre grinned.
I glared at him, “Time for me to use the character I’m best at! I was just going easy on you before.”
“Sure, whatever you say, Duo.” He chuckled.
“Enough talk!” I stood up proudly, waving a fist in the air, “it’s time I showed you no mercy!”
Quatre laughed, “Alright, let’s get to it then!”
“Oh, I’ll get to it alright!” I smiled wickedly, “I’ll give you everything I’ve got!”
Quatre blushed hard and then coughed.
“You know what I mean!” I sighed, “You perv.”
“Excuse me??” he glared.
“You heard me! Pervert!”
“Oh! Ohh!! That does it! You’re toast!”
Both of our fingers begin to go like crazy on the controllers. Even with my training, I should know better; anger doesn’t help in a fight. It doesn’t help in any fight for that matter I realize as Quatre whips my ass once again. I give up! There just isn’t anything that I can beat him at! Well, as far as I know anyway.
“I don’t believe it! Even with my best character!”
“You keep using the same old moves over and over again, Duo. It’s like reading a book or an instruction manual. Face it, Duo. You’re way too predictable.”
“Predictable??” I snarl. All right! That is the first time someone has called me predictable. All my other friends thought just the opposite about me, telling me that they don’t know what I’m about to say or do next. I’m supposed to be Unpredictable! This was just not fair. “How can you say such a thing??” I sighed in frustration.
“Sorry, Duo. But it’s true. You have to learn more moves.” Quatre noticed the disappointment in my eyes, “Uh, Duo…I have a confession to make.” He cleared his throat.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Another reason why I can beat you in some of the card games easily is because I know how to read faces. You don’t keep a very good poker face when you play, so just by studying your features I can tell if I have a chance at doing certain moves or not.” He looked away.
“Oh, is that so? So that’s how you are able to predict my moves?”
He nodded once and then closed his eyes. Well, I think I should show him once and for all that I’m not as predictable as he seemed to think. I scoot over closer to him, “Wanna play a different game? Like one where we’re partners?” I think I meant to be suggestive.
“Hmm? Oh, sure. That sounds like fun.” He smiled. Did he catch on to my innuendo?
“Yes! Tag team wrestling it is then!” I grinned.
~~***~~
The rest of that Saturday was a blast! I could hardly believe how much fun Quatre’s parents were. This was all a dream come true to me. Maybe I will be able to get my way after all and stay with them. I’m sure my foster parents really don’t give a crap. It was all a matter of my real parents’ ok on the situation. I can see my mother now: “Oh, sure Duo. Whatever makes you happy and if the Winners don’t care, then go right ahead.” I smiled at that thought. This was so awesome.
As the day was winding down, all this fun was making me sore. I never knew that Quatre had so much energy. He told me that he’s never felt this way before. I think I know what it is. I’m feeling the same way. It’s wonderful, the day was wonderful, Quatre is wonderful…Quatre is just too nice for his own good.
I think I need him.
“Duo?” Quatre walked into our room, yeah- our room now, the room we share whenever I come over. And he noticed that I was sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into space. It’s not often that I get caught being thoughtful and quiet.
“Huh? Oh, hi Quat. I was just thinking that’s all.”
“Thinking? About what?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I really didn’t know what answer to give him just yet. I need some time to figure myself out first.
“Oh, this and that…nothing in particular. But I was thinking about asking you a question that I hope you won’t mind me asking. Is it alright?”
“Uh…” he looked down at the hands in his lap, he shifted a bit closer to me on the bed, “sure, go ahead and ask away.”
“Well…I don’t mean to pry, but I was wondering if you’ve ever…uh…had a boyfriend before.”
Quatre giggled, “No, Duo. If I was able to have a boyfriend, I would. But I think that I’ll wait for that until I finally tell my parents about myself.”
“Your 18th birthday.” I said, remembering what he said before.
“Yeah, when I’m 18.” He sighed. “Till then, I’m stuck as a bachelor.”
“So am I.” I said under my breath.
“Huh?”
“Oh, nothing. Never mind.”
“Ok.” He sighed heavily.
“I guess we should get ready for bed.” I said, grudgingly.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Quatre said, sounding just as enthused. We both wandered to the bathroom to brush our teeth and everything. I look in the mirror at myself.
‘So, this is it, then?’ I ask myself, ‘I have finally accepted myself as being a bisexual. But is my body gonna react the same as my mind?’ I smirk at my image, without Quatre’s knowledge, and then I stick my tongue out. I never did braid my hair.
~TBC~
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language (naughty Duo), 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. ^_^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I woke up, I was all sticky and hot. I think I had a dream but I don’t remember. I sit up and realize that I’m alone in Quatre’s bed. I pull the covers off of me and then look down at my boxers.
“Eww…I hope that’s just sweat.” I sigh. I reluctantly get up, grab some clean clothes, and then make my way to the bathroom where Quatre’s parents showed me. Actually, they had fun giving me a tour of their place. I liked it. It would be very nice if I were able to stay here with them. I think I’d like it here better than my foster parents’ place.
I finally make it to the bathroom, but a familiar voice halts me.
“I see that you’re finally awake.” I turn and see the source of the voice. It was Mrs. Winner. I smiled.
“Yeah, I must have slept like a log. Where’s Quatre?”
“Downstairs helping make breakfast.” She smiled.
“Oh, ok. Is it alright if I take a shower?”
“Go right ahead, Duo. Cleanliness is next to godliness.” She wandered past me and went downstairs. I gulped. Are Quatre’s parents really religious? If so, I can understand why Quatre’s so nervous about telling them about his preferences. I would be too.
I finally figure out how to use their shower and I wait for the water to warm up. Many thoughts filled my mind as I waited. Like, what will we be doing today? And other weird thoughts like…how did Quatre feel about me sleeping with him? I recall the blushing and the staring. He might have a crush on me. I don’t blame him; I am quite the handsome little devil.
The water is nice and warm finally. I take off my boxers and slip inside of the shower. I undo my braid and then turn around and let the water soak my hair. I stood there, under the spray, with other thoughts wandering inside of my head. Some of the thoughts aren’t my usual thoughts. Why am I thinking about Quatre? Why am I now mentally slapping myself for not making a move on him? And why am I even thinking about doing something with him??
I hope that the Winners won’t be mad if I used a lot of their shampoo.
~~**~~
I actually make it downstairs in time to eat, despite how long it took me to brush out my hair. I just stuck it in a ponytail for now; I’m too hungry to mess around with it right now. Of course, as predicted, all smiles on their faces when I enter the kitchen. It’s so unlike my place. My foster parents usually let me tend for myself and they don’t sit at the table together to eat. My real parents wouldn’t crack a smile if they even found out that they just inherited some money from a dead relative.
I smile back at them; basically because, it’s who I am. I tried to smile at my parents at the breakfast table once. They were like, “quit smiling at us and eat already!” Or my foster father would be like, “Are you gonna eat THIS morning, or next Saturday?” Here it was so much nicer.
“Good morning, Duo.” Quatre smiled. Was it just me, or did Quatre seem a tad happier than last night? He must be a morning person.
“Good morning.” I clear my throat. “What’s for breakfast, huh?”
“French toast, bacon, eggs, and sausage.” Quatre smiled. I swear his cheeks are going to burst one of these days from smiling so much.
“Sounds good, buddy.” I grin back.
“Oh you better believe it!” Mrs. Winner beamed. “My son is the best cook ever!”
Quatre blushed, “Aww…mother…”
“My mouth is watering already.” I smirk. I think Quatre thought of it as a hidden innuendo of some sort, because he coughed a bit and his cheeks were pinkish. His eyes shifted toward me and I smiled at him.
~~~***~~~
After breakfast, Quatre and I went back to his room. His father said something about all of us going out to do something when he got back from work, and his mother told us that she’d bake us some cookies if we wanted them. We both voted the same thing for her to make. Chocolate chip.
“What a great weekend.” Quatre chirped.
“Oh? What makes you say that?” I asked, rummaging through my suitcase for something. That ‘something’ is a secret for now.
“Because I got to spend it with you instead of being alone again.” He gave me a half smile this time. I think he was expecting some kind of ‘I am NOT gay!’ lecture or something. I smile back at him, letting him know that the feeling is mutual.
“I had fun too. Even though you kept beating me in cards.” I pulled something out of my suitcase. “But I have something here that I know for sure you can’t beat me in!”
“Nintendo?” Quatre reads the words on the piece of machinery.
I nod my head with a wicked grin, “Time to show you just WHO’S in charge here!”
“Oh yeah?” Quatre smirked, “I used to have a Nintendo myself.”
“Oh? What happened to it?”
“My mother threw it away after she found out I was too addicted to it.”
“But this was like…years ago, right?”
“Yeah,” Quatre sighed, “About two years ago.”
“So you should be a bit rusty right now then!” I smile.
“We’ll see, huh?” he smiled back.
~~**~~
An hour later…
“Nooooooo!!” I yell at the screen. “That’s not the fucking move I meant to do!”
“Oh, come on, Duo. You’re being a bad sport.” Quatre grinned.
I glared at him, “Time for me to use the character I’m best at! I was just going easy on you before.”
“Sure, whatever you say, Duo.” He chuckled.
“Enough talk!” I stood up proudly, waving a fist in the air, “it’s time I showed you no mercy!”
Quatre laughed, “Alright, let’s get to it then!”
“Oh, I’ll get to it alright!” I smiled wickedly, “I’ll give you everything I’ve got!”
Quatre blushed hard and then coughed.
“You know what I mean!” I sighed, “You perv.”
“Excuse me??” he glared.
“You heard me! Pervert!”
“Oh! Ohh!! That does it! You’re toast!”
Both of our fingers begin to go like crazy on the controllers. Even with my training, I should know better; anger doesn’t help in a fight. It doesn’t help in any fight for that matter I realize as Quatre whips my ass once again. I give up! There just isn’t anything that I can beat him at! Well, as far as I know anyway.
“I don’t believe it! Even with my best character!”
“You keep using the same old moves over and over again, Duo. It’s like reading a book or an instruction manual. Face it, Duo. You’re way too predictable.”
“Predictable??” I snarl. All right! That is the first time someone has called me predictable. All my other friends thought just the opposite about me, telling me that they don’t know what I’m about to say or do next. I’m supposed to be Unpredictable! This was just not fair. “How can you say such a thing??” I sighed in frustration.
“Sorry, Duo. But it’s true. You have to learn more moves.” Quatre noticed the disappointment in my eyes, “Uh, Duo…I have a confession to make.” He cleared his throat.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Another reason why I can beat you in some of the card games easily is because I know how to read faces. You don’t keep a very good poker face when you play, so just by studying your features I can tell if I have a chance at doing certain moves or not.” He looked away.
“Oh, is that so? So that’s how you are able to predict my moves?”
He nodded once and then closed his eyes. Well, I think I should show him once and for all that I’m not as predictable as he seemed to think. I scoot over closer to him, “Wanna play a different game? Like one where we’re partners?” I think I meant to be suggestive.
“Hmm? Oh, sure. That sounds like fun.” He smiled. Did he catch on to my innuendo?
“Yes! Tag team wrestling it is then!” I grinned.
~~***~~
The rest of that Saturday was a blast! I could hardly believe how much fun Quatre’s parents were. This was all a dream come true to me. Maybe I will be able to get my way after all and stay with them. I’m sure my foster parents really don’t give a crap. It was all a matter of my real parents’ ok on the situation. I can see my mother now: “Oh, sure Duo. Whatever makes you happy and if the Winners don’t care, then go right ahead.” I smiled at that thought. This was so awesome.
As the day was winding down, all this fun was making me sore. I never knew that Quatre had so much energy. He told me that he’s never felt this way before. I think I know what it is. I’m feeling the same way. It’s wonderful, the day was wonderful, Quatre is wonderful…Quatre is just too nice for his own good.
I think I need him.
“Duo?” Quatre walked into our room, yeah- our room now, the room we share whenever I come over. And he noticed that I was sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into space. It’s not often that I get caught being thoughtful and quiet.
“Huh? Oh, hi Quat. I was just thinking that’s all.”
“Thinking? About what?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I really didn’t know what answer to give him just yet. I need some time to figure myself out first.
“Oh, this and that…nothing in particular. But I was thinking about asking you a question that I hope you won’t mind me asking. Is it alright?”
“Uh…” he looked down at the hands in his lap, he shifted a bit closer to me on the bed, “sure, go ahead and ask away.”
“Well…I don’t mean to pry, but I was wondering if you’ve ever…uh…had a boyfriend before.”
Quatre giggled, “No, Duo. If I was able to have a boyfriend, I would. But I think that I’ll wait for that until I finally tell my parents about myself.”
“Your 18th birthday.” I said, remembering what he said before.
“Yeah, when I’m 18.” He sighed. “Till then, I’m stuck as a bachelor.”
“So am I.” I said under my breath.
“Huh?”
“Oh, nothing. Never mind.”
“Ok.” He sighed heavily.
“I guess we should get ready for bed.” I said, grudgingly.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Quatre said, sounding just as enthused. We both wandered to the bathroom to brush our teeth and everything. I look in the mirror at myself.
‘So, this is it, then?’ I ask myself, ‘I have finally accepted myself as being a bisexual. But is my body gonna react the same as my mind?’ I smirk at my image, without Quatre’s knowledge, and then I stick my tongue out. I never did braid my hair.
~TBC~