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" The Truth About Wax"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Language; Lemon Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I'm just
having a little fun playing with the characters. You can try to sue
me but all I have worth taking is my cat who is named Duo, but looks
like Trowa. Rating: NC 17 Pairings: ?x? *snicker*
The Truth About Wax
Trowa looked around the store in search of Duo. He finally found the braided boy staring intently at something. Shaking his head in frustration, the Latin approached the American from behind. As it turned out, the violet eyes were fixed on the wall of lava lamps. There had to be at least fifteen of them going, and the viewer was caught in a trance from looking at them as if they held the meaning of life. "Duo." Trowa called as he stood next to him.
"Duo." The fascinated boy seemed unaffected. Confused, and
a tad worried, the Latin snapped his fingers in front of the other
boy. The violet eyes blinked a couple of times before turning to behold
the taller boy. "Nothing." With that, he started to leave, but Duo stopped him. "Don't tell me you never looked at a lava lamp before." "Duo, it's just floating wax." "No, it's not. Lava lamps have a certain. . .erotic sense to them." "Only to you." The Latin pushed pass the smaller boy and entered the main hall of the mall. Duo dashed after him. "Have you ever watched one?" "No." "You should." Trowa didn't respond. "I dare you to watch one. I mean really watch one for at least an hour." The green eyes narrowed as Trowa stopped dead in the hall, glaring at his companion. Duo refused eye contact as he attempted to hide his smile. "I'm not going back to that store and look like a dork staring at the lamps." "Fine, you can just look at mine."
"We're counting this as part of the hour." Trowa stated without taking his eyes from the glass. "Okay." "You're not going to argue?" "No. Waiting for the wax to warm is part of the experience." "This isn't erotic." "Well, with that attitude it's not. I thought you, of all people, would see this differently and in a sexual manner." "Duo, it's a lava lamp." "What does it look like though?" Trowa stared at the object sitting on the dresser, trying his best to see what Duo wanted him to. "A lava lamp." "Not literally. Think pervertedly about it. . .what does it look like?" "A very large disfigured dildo." "It's a dick dumbass." "I'm the dumbass, and you think it looks like a dick?" "You're being very cranky right now." Duo informed and Trowa ignored the braided boy. How can he not be cranky when he was blackmailed into this meaningless demonstration; forced to stare at an unmoving object, which Duo believed to look like a man's penis; listening to the one kind of music that Trowa hated; and getting literally sick from smelling the lilac, when he could be having mind blowing sex somewhere else. They sat in silence for the next few minutes, as Trowa stared at the lava lamp, waiting for something to happen. What truly surprised him was the fact that Duo had stayed quiet for as long as he did. . .not that he was complaining. Just the same, the last thing he wanted to do was spend the evening with Duo. "Can't you just tell me why you believe it's erotic? Any other time, you wouldn't shut up." "You wouldn't believe me if I did tell you." Finally, the lava started to slowly rise from the bottom of the glass jar. Trowa glanced over at Duo to find the violet eyes, once again, glued to the lamp. Still not completely understanding the American's reasoning, he returned his attention to the dresser. Trowa pushed himself harder. Both boys were rapidly reaching their peeks. He closed his eyes tightly as he concentrated on the sensations. Suddenly, the image of the lava lamp flashed before his eyes, and he understood what Duo meant. Increasing his pace, he recalled Duo comparing the lava lamp to a man's penis. He remembered watching the lava boiling inside the glass. His moans evolved as he thought about the lamp. Finally, he masturbated; his cum going wherever it could. He rested against the sheets, bathing in the sensations that where beginning to dwindle. He felt his lover's lips moving along his body the way they had before they even started. The first time around, the kisses were merely foreplay. . .now they were to ease the pleasure. "You okay?" He asked softly, and Trowa only nodded. "You seem kind of distant." "I was just thinking." He couldn't help but wonder if he would think about that lava lamp every time he had sex. . .or would it be vice verse? Either way, the lava lamp was now a sexual fantasy for him. What really bothered and startled him was the fact that, for once, he understood Duo's reasoning. That in itself was something to worry about. If he considered Duo a pervert, and he was thinking like the braided boy, then what would that make him? "Hey Duo, can I talk to you for a minute?" Quatre asked and the braided boy nodded. "Sure thing Q. What's up?" The blonde entered the room fully and closed the door behind him. He then walked over to his friend's bed and sat down. "I'm worried about Trowa." "Why, what's wrong with him?" "I'm not sure. He's been acting sort of strange the pass few days." "How's that?" The Arab stood and headed for the door. "Come on, I'll show you. . .but stay quiet." Duo nodded and followed Quatre down the hall to Trowa's room. He pressed his ear to the door for a moment before pushing it open just enough for a peek. Curious, Duo peered through the crack to find that Trowa was staring at something. He took a step to the right and saw a lava lamp sitting on his night stand. The American tried not to burst into laughter as Quatre closed the door. The sapphires turned to violet for an explanation. Once Duo could trust that he wouldn't start laughing, he seized Quatre's arm and pulled him a little ways down the hall. "What's going on?" "It's something I don't think you'll fully understand Q. Trowa's fine. He's just seeing something a little differently now." "What's he seeing?" "Well, like I said. . .you wouldn't fully understand. You'd have to be as perverted as us to grasp the concept." ~ * ~
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