Quatre Winner\'s Diary
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Adult +
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April 12th
Quatre Winner\'s Diary: April\'s Fools
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Satruday, April 12th
8:47 am
There are so many great ways to wake up, and this mng Ing I found my favorite. I\'ve slept with Trowa before, but there was something about...
When he said he was going to put me to bed, he wasn\'t kidding. After he got me back to my place, we ate left over wild rice casserole...hot dish...whatever, and he put me to bed...and then crawled in next to me. It wasn\'t exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn\'t about to complain. Especially since he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I offered him a shirt, but he turned me down, and I couldn\'t be happier about it. It\'s nice knowing that his naked chest has been pressed up against my back all night long.
Somewhere during the night my shirt rode up a little, and so his arm is draped across bare flesh. It\'s making me a tingly and gooshy feeling. I can feel his stomach brushing against my back when he inhales, and every time he exhales he breaths against my neck. I could spend the rest of the day just like this, with Trowa holding me while he sleeps.
9:08 am
I wonder how much longer he\'s going be asleep. No matter how wonderful this is, and trust me it is, I really need to talk to Trowa. I have to prepare him for dinner. He\'s got fourteen parents to deal with, each one just as bad a Cathy. Plus, my family doesn\'t have usual dining habits. I have to teach him about the water tureens and the bread and how to eat couscous without making a huge mess [1].
We did wake up before, around five. Trowa had to call into work and tell them \"he\'s sick.\" Constance, the receptionist at the animal clinic, answered. She\'s a nice lady, always has a smile on her face and she really loves the animals.
I could only hear half of the conversation, but what I did catch made me want to laugh. Trowa cannot fake a cough. He kept saying \"*Uhuh uhuh* I\'m sick.\" \"*Uhuh uhuh* I\'m really sick.\" Then the conversation came around to my dad and me. Apparently people are calling me \"Mr. Winner.\" Maybe I should send a memo around telling everyone to call me Quatre or Mr. Quatre. Mr. Winner is my dad; besides, most of the people are older than me. It just doesn\'t feel right for them to refer to me by my surname.
I think that his boss got the phone at some point in time and everything started all over again, in this redundant catch 22 of excuses. Finally Trowa said \"All right. Homosexuality is a sickness. I\'m calling in gay. Now if you\'ll excuse me, my boyfriend looks like he\'s getting cold,\" and he hung up the phone.
I liked that line. Too bad I can\'t use it. And if they don\'t like it down in the clinic, well I\'ll simply explain to them that he couldn’t be at work because of a request from my father, and no one says \"no\" to my father. The only person that ever said no to my father was his father. And Zechs, but he says it more like, \"I don\'t think that\'s possible, Sir.\" Duo doesn\'t even say no to my father, and he says no to Howard all the time. You just can\'t refuse the man, so if he says that you\'r
9:25 am
Trowa finally woke up. He told me that I should just keep writing. Finish my thoughts, but \"the damn diisn\isn\'t coming with us, so I should get it all out now.\" He\'s just going to keep holding me while I finish up. I think he\'s enjoying this as much as I am. It\'s just...nice...very reassuring after this last week and soing ing we both need. I wish we could just stay here all weekend, but there\'s a four-hour drive ahead of us, and a family dinner. It\'s going to be a long weekend.
He\'s talking to me, just to fill the silence with something other then the scratching of my pencil, and oh Allah it\'s such a turn on; the rumble of his chest against my back, the soft tenor breathing past my ear. This is really going to be a long weekend if it\'s starting like this. I can\'t even concentrate on what he\'s saying. I think it\'s something about Heero...no it\'s about Japanese culture. It\'s nine thirty in the morning and he\'s giving me a culture lesson? What does this have to do...
9:32 am
Okay, so apparently in Japan when teenagers start a relationship, they switch diaries and he wanted to know if he should start keeping one so he that could read mine. It\'s just a weird though, Trowa reading this. Although, I would like to know what he\'s thinking about. Who kn may maybe after the New Year I\'ll let him read it? Way after everything\'s settled and maybe after we\'ve had sex.
I don\'t know how long I\'ll make it after this morning. My virginity might be gone sooner than I thought. I really want to show him how much he means to me, and that seems to be a good way to do it. I could always just tell him, but showing is a much more...tactile way of doing things. Besides, I don\'t know if I can say the words, just yet. Although...okay...mmmm...I could just kiss him breathless...
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1. For my birthday we went to a traditional Moroccan restaurant called the Marrakesh. The food was wonderful; the atmosphere was terrific. They had the best tea. It was mint with licorice and I don\'t know what else. It was absolutely amazing. They had this article about Natalie Merchant talking about going there and commenting on the food. Really if you\'re ever in Spokane go there, it\'s great. Oh, and the owner was cute. He asked us if he wanted any tea and I ny loy lost it cause he had the most adorable accent. Kitsunehi nearly choked. I just wanted to cuddle him like a teddy bear. He was teddy bear kind of cute, and the biggest flirt.
This does have a point I swear. All of the dining habits are based off of this experience. Including the foods and how Trowa adapts to eating it. It\'s hard for Americans to eat couscous with their hands, but once you get the hang of it, it\'s the most natural thing.
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Satruday, April 12th
8:47 am
There are so many great ways to wake up, and this mng Ing I found my favorite. I\'ve slept with Trowa before, but there was something about...
When he said he was going to put me to bed, he wasn\'t kidding. After he got me back to my place, we ate left over wild rice casserole...hot dish...whatever, and he put me to bed...and then crawled in next to me. It wasn\'t exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn\'t about to complain. Especially since he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I offered him a shirt, but he turned me down, and I couldn\'t be happier about it. It\'s nice knowing that his naked chest has been pressed up against my back all night long.
Somewhere during the night my shirt rode up a little, and so his arm is draped across bare flesh. It\'s making me a tingly and gooshy feeling. I can feel his stomach brushing against my back when he inhales, and every time he exhales he breaths against my neck. I could spend the rest of the day just like this, with Trowa holding me while he sleeps.
9:08 am
I wonder how much longer he\'s going be asleep. No matter how wonderful this is, and trust me it is, I really need to talk to Trowa. I have to prepare him for dinner. He\'s got fourteen parents to deal with, each one just as bad a Cathy. Plus, my family doesn\'t have usual dining habits. I have to teach him about the water tureens and the bread and how to eat couscous without making a huge mess [1].
We did wake up before, around five. Trowa had to call into work and tell them \"he\'s sick.\" Constance, the receptionist at the animal clinic, answered. She\'s a nice lady, always has a smile on her face and she really loves the animals.
I could only hear half of the conversation, but what I did catch made me want to laugh. Trowa cannot fake a cough. He kept saying \"*Uhuh uhuh* I\'m sick.\" \"*Uhuh uhuh* I\'m really sick.\" Then the conversation came around to my dad and me. Apparently people are calling me \"Mr. Winner.\" Maybe I should send a memo around telling everyone to call me Quatre or Mr. Quatre. Mr. Winner is my dad; besides, most of the people are older than me. It just doesn\'t feel right for them to refer to me by my surname.
I think that his boss got the phone at some point in time and everything started all over again, in this redundant catch 22 of excuses. Finally Trowa said \"All right. Homosexuality is a sickness. I\'m calling in gay. Now if you\'ll excuse me, my boyfriend looks like he\'s getting cold,\" and he hung up the phone.
I liked that line. Too bad I can\'t use it. And if they don\'t like it down in the clinic, well I\'ll simply explain to them that he couldn’t be at work because of a request from my father, and no one says \"no\" to my father. The only person that ever said no to my father was his father. And Zechs, but he says it more like, \"I don\'t think that\'s possible, Sir.\" Duo doesn\'t even say no to my father, and he says no to Howard all the time. You just can\'t refuse the man, so if he says that you\'r
9:25 am
Trowa finally woke up. He told me that I should just keep writing. Finish my thoughts, but \"the damn diisn\isn\'t coming with us, so I should get it all out now.\" He\'s just going to keep holding me while I finish up. I think he\'s enjoying this as much as I am. It\'s just...nice...very reassuring after this last week and soing ing we both need. I wish we could just stay here all weekend, but there\'s a four-hour drive ahead of us, and a family dinner. It\'s going to be a long weekend.
He\'s talking to me, just to fill the silence with something other then the scratching of my pencil, and oh Allah it\'s such a turn on; the rumble of his chest against my back, the soft tenor breathing past my ear. This is really going to be a long weekend if it\'s starting like this. I can\'t even concentrate on what he\'s saying. I think it\'s something about Heero...no it\'s about Japanese culture. It\'s nine thirty in the morning and he\'s giving me a culture lesson? What does this have to do...
9:32 am
Okay, so apparently in Japan when teenagers start a relationship, they switch diaries and he wanted to know if he should start keeping one so he that could read mine. It\'s just a weird though, Trowa reading this. Although, I would like to know what he\'s thinking about. Who kn may maybe after the New Year I\'ll let him read it? Way after everything\'s settled and maybe after we\'ve had sex.
I don\'t know how long I\'ll make it after this morning. My virginity might be gone sooner than I thought. I really want to show him how much he means to me, and that seems to be a good way to do it. I could always just tell him, but showing is a much more...tactile way of doing things. Besides, I don\'t know if I can say the words, just yet. Although...okay...mmmm...I could just kiss him breathless...
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1. For my birthday we went to a traditional Moroccan restaurant called the Marrakesh. The food was wonderful; the atmosphere was terrific. They had the best tea. It was mint with licorice and I don\'t know what else. It was absolutely amazing. They had this article about Natalie Merchant talking about going there and commenting on the food. Really if you\'re ever in Spokane go there, it\'s great. Oh, and the owner was cute. He asked us if he wanted any tea and I ny loy lost it cause he had the most adorable accent. Kitsunehi nearly choked. I just wanted to cuddle him like a teddy bear. He was teddy bear kind of cute, and the biggest flirt.
This does have a point I swear. All of the dining habits are based off of this experience. Including the foods and how Trowa adapts to eating it. It\'s hard for Americans to eat couscous with their hands, but once you get the hang of it, it\'s the most natural thing.