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"Rescue Operation"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: language, fluff, sorry Relena fans... Pairings: 1x3 Summary: Trowa decides to rescue
an attractive law student. "Rescue Operation" He wondered just
how long you could stare into a stranger's eyes before it became awkward. Trowa felt like he
had been staring into those blue eyes for an eternity, ever since
he had looked over the man's lean, firm body, working his way up the
legs of his jeans, the tight fit on his firm ass, the way the v-neck
sweater clung to his lean torso and up his face, his golden skin and
exotic features and discovered that those intense blue eyes were locked
on him. It felt like an eternity,
but it had only been a few minutes, had just been two people in line
ahead of him being served. Of course, it had
only been a few minutes this time. And only a few minutes the time
before that, and the time before that. It had become a routine at
this point in the semester. Trowa finished his
Monday seminar class and walked over to the library cafe, ordered
his tea and sat down to review the readings for his next class and
he waited for the attractive law student to walk into and stand in
line, to glance his way and smirk slightly and spend the next three
to five minutes mentally undressing Trowa with the same intensity
that Trowa spent mentally undressing him until someone usually had
to nudge him and the law student made his order, collected his coffee,
glanced at Trowa one last time, and then hurried off. It was a great
routine. Undoubtedly the high point of Trowa's Mondays. And then it was ruined,
the man glancing away from Trowa when a blonde girl approached him. "Oh, Heero,
you were wonderful today in class." Trowa had to smirk.
His name was Heero? Heero looked away
from the girl and back at Trowa, a long suffering expression on his
face. "Heero, why
don't we go out Friday night?" The girl asked. The question seemed
to completely startle Heero. Trowa, sitting across
the cafe and sipping on his coffee while he watched the drama unfold
in the order line, felt torn between amusement and sympathy. Heero looked like
a deer caught in the twin headlights of the girl's big blue eyes.
He glanced at Trowa again and Trowa arched an eyebrow. Heero narrowed his
eyes and Trowa realized he was begging for help. Trowa frowned. What
the hell was he supposed to do? "I know you
usually study in the library with Wufei, but you could take the night
off and we could go see a movie, there's that new Nicholas Sparks
movie out and -" Trowa stood up and
he could see the relief on Heero's face. Trowa sighed and
mentally told himself to suck it up and make a move. He walked over and
forced a wide smile onto his face. "Hey babe,"
he said and put his arm around Heero's shoulders. Heero gave him a
confused look and then smiled back and leaned into him, pressing his
lips against Trowa's firmly, desperately. Trowa kissed him
back, mindful of the fact that they were in a public place, that he
knew some of these people - that the kid manning the cash register
was one of the undergrads in the class Trowa TA'd and - And Heero's kiss
had gone from desperate to amazingly sensual, his lips parted just
slightly and his tongue teasing at Trowa's lips until Trowa gave in
to the sensations and opened his mouth. The girl cleared
her throat. Trowa pulled away
and couldn't help but look down at Heero, dazed and a little overwhelmed
by the kiss. Heero looked up at him with a similar expression. "Who is this?"
The girl demanded. "My boyfriend,"
Heero said. The girl looked him
over. "You're gay?" "Yes,"
Heero said and he smirked at Trowa. "Clearly." "I've never
seen him before." "It's a new
thing," Trowa said. "We just met last weekend." Heero nodded. "At that party." Trowa nodded as well. "That what's
his name hosted." Heero's lips twitched
into a smirk. The girl made an
exasperated noise. "You could have
just said something," she muttered. "You didn't have
to make out with him in public." "Sorry,"
Heero muttered. The girl rolled her
eyes and walked off. Trowa arched an eyebrow
at Heero. "Why didn't
you just say something?" Heero sighed. "Because she's
been flirting with me for the last seven months and I've run out of
ways to say no - I tell her no all of the time and she doesn't seem
to get it." "I think she
got it this time," Trowa said. Heero nodded. "Yeah. Thank
you." Trowa dropped his
arm from around Heero's shoulders and stepped away. "Happy to help." Heero smirked and
was about to say something, but his attention was drawn to the front
of the line. "Next. Romeo.
Your order please." Heero flushed and
stepped forward and placed his order. Trowa stepped away
from the line and he wondered if he should just go back to his seat,
his tea and his notes - or if Heero - Heero came up to
him, coffee in one hand, the other extended. "I'm Heero Yuy." "Trowa Barton." They shook hands
and Heero chuckled. "Nice to meet
you. Sorry I haven't introduced myself before." Trowa shrugged. "No, it's fine.
If you had I might not have gotten to meet you quite like this." Heero arched an eyebrow. "Like this?" Trowa smirked. "First time
I've ever kissed someone who didn't even know my name." Heero flushed. "Sorry about
that." "You absolutely
do not have to apologize. Feel free to do it again." Heero smirked. He looked at his
watch and scowled. "I have to go,
or I'm going to be late for my next class." Trowa nodded. "Yeah. It was
nice to meet you." "Nice to meet
you to," Heero said. Trowa watched him
walk out of the cafe and then he sat back down at his table and tried
to focus on his work. He failed miserably,
and he failed miserably. The following Monday
Trowa half expected Heero to skip his coffee, but he was relieved
when Heero showed up and stood in the line of students and glanced
back over his shoulder to smirk at Trowa. Trowa looked back
at him and once again they stared at each other but this time Trowa
couldn't help but focus on Heero's lips, now that he knew what they
felt like and tasted like. After Heero had picked
up his coffee he stopped by Trowa's table. "There's a party
this weekend," he said. Trowa arched an eyebrow. "Law student
thing," Heero added with a shrug, "I normally skip them
because Relena seems to think that anytime I show up to a social function
it's because I'm secretly in love with her." Trowa smirked in
amusement at that mental image. "Anyway,"
Heero continued, "do you want to go with me?" "To the party?" Heero nodded. "Going to use
me as your fake boyfriend to ward her off again?" Heero sighed. "I was sort
of hoping to use you as my real boyfriend," he admitted. "I don't know,"
Trowa sighed. "Do you kiss your real boyfriends as well as you
kiss your fake ones?" Heero smirked and
leaned in close. "Care to find
out?" ~ * ~ |
