Fourth year undergraduate student Heero Yuy sat scowling at his laptop. The world around him bustle with the normal stressed-out buzz of any college-town's downtown area Starbuck's café. For his own part in it, Heero was no 'little stressed out' himself. He had tried everything he knew of and still straight-A student Mr. Yuy was failing Dr. Lasno's ENC 3310 course. The only saving grace he had left was the term paper that was due in 8 days and the final exam 3 days after that. So far, every paper he'd turned in to the professor had met with less than satisfactory results. The same held true for the 3 exams he had already taken. If he didn't know better, he would have believed the professor held something against him.
As a last resort-he was NOT going to get a failing grade this late in his academic career!-he accepted his best friend's advice of a tutor.
Duo Maxwell got out a lot-Heero had no idea how the guy managed to pass any of his classes because he never saw him studying. Never.-and he met a lot of people. Unlike Heero, who stuck to his own college of computer engineering and knew only about a handful of people in the entire University. They had met Freshman year in the dorms as roommates; annoyed the living hell out of each other first semester; grudgingly got along second; hung out together over spring and summer breaks; roomed together again sophomore and junior year before Duo bailed out for his own apartment off campus Senior year. Heero decided to stick it out. After all, everything he need was already on campus; he didn't need a car because a bus could take him pretty much wherever he wanted to go off campus. Good deal in his opinion.
Duo still bugged-I mean, checked in on his best friend regularly, though. "Gotta make sure you're not over working yourself, man, you know? Gotta live a little, have a little fun every now and then!"
When the longhaired, loud-mouthed aero physics major learned of his friend's literature problem, he readily suggested a tutor.
"I don't need a tutor," Heero snapped irritably.
"Fine," Duo sighed dramatically (he was minoring in performing arts). "Whada'bout a study buddy then?"
Heero ignored him.
A few days later, his best friend mad a few non-threatening questions about the course and the teacher who was giving Heero a hard time. A few days after that, Duo casually mentioned he had a friend who was an English major and who'd just so happened to have take the same class that Heero was in.
The Asian boy could've predicted then and there that he would be here, waiting to meet that friend of Duo's.
"Heero?"
He looked up, up, up, and drooled. Not trusting his mouth, Heero nodded and stood, offering his hand to the tall, drop-dead gorgeous young man with cinnamon colored hair that fell casually over one green green eye.
"Trowa Barton," the other introduced, smiling almost shyly and taking the offered hand.
Warm, smooth fingers; slightly calloused on the thumb and forefinger-from extended period of holding a pen, no doubt.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Heero finally managed to spit out.
Trowa smiled. "Any Friend of Duo's..." Gods be praised-this friend was like a walking wet dream! "So, I understand you have Dr. Lasno," he said, talking an empty seat next to Heero. The other boy nodded. "Well, the first thing I should warn you about now is that no one gets above a 'D' in his class," he said, smiling sympathetically. "No one."
Five hours later they finally decided to give up their seats (the playhouse across the street was getting ready for a show and the coffee house was packed with people).
"We could go back to my place?" Trowa offered. "I could give you that book if you still want to read it?"
Heero only had to consider the offer for a minute. No, that's not true. There was nothing to consider-it was merely a matter of convincing himself it was okay and allowed to go home with an incredibly sexy young man.
Heero had learned during his first semester at the University that Duo was bi. Quite accidentally, mind you. He had inadvertently walking in on his roommate and the boy's currant fling. He didn't know who was more surprised-Duo when he realized Heero was standing there watching him fuck somebody, or Heero when he realized that somebody was another guy in one of their Gen Ed classes.
Heero had turned around and left the room; Duo had returned to his... previous activities. Neither one mentioned it, and Heero quickly learned what a sock hanging on the doorknob meant. After that, Duo began pushing people in front of Heero's face-men and women, older and younger. But Heero didn't date. Anyone. No exceptions. In his mind, education was like a mission in life and the fewer distractions to his goal, the better.
Trowa was the first person to make him want to reconsider that opinion.
Trowa drove them to his apartment, all the way on the Westside of town. His car was a tidy, clean, 4-door Ford. He used signals, stopped before the stop lines, didn't try to beat the lights, and didn't speed...overly much. His apartment complex was gated and sported full amenities-lit tennis and basketball courts, a volley ball pit, a pool and patio, a club and game house, a weight room... There were people walking, jogging, and blading in solos, pairs, or trios; sometimes with canines.
As Heero was taking all this in, Trowa pulled into a parking space. "Oh, ah, I probably should have asked this earlier, but, uh, you're not allergic to cats, are you?"
Heero shook his head negatively and Trowa smiled. 'Damn," Heero thought, feeling his throat close and his dick tighten. "Pull it together, Yuy," he mumbled, following Trowa up the steps.
"What's that?"
"Nothing," Heero valently worked to keep his eyes off the jean-encases ass that was right in his face as they climbed to the second floor of the apartment building.
H201.
Trowa unlocked the door and bent over to catch the fiery orange feline that attempted to dart to freedom. "Come on in," he motioned, holding the door open while tucking the cat under one arm.
"MEERROOWW!"
The cinnamon haired boy smiled, closing the door before dropping the cat to the floor. "Alright, let's get you some food."
Heero was about to ask what when he realized Trowa was opening a can of cat food for the rather insistent and noisy feline.
"Miko is actually my sister's cat," Trowa informed him. "But she left him with me when she dropped out of school earlier this semester."
Heero nodded but didn't comment. Instead, he noted the area he had entered. Neat, tidy, stylish. Clean. Hn. No dishes in the sink, no crumbs on the countertops. Even the air smelled clean. Maybe he should've followed Duo's advice when the longhaired boy had said to move out of the dorms. Trowa disappeared down the hallway and into the back room. Cautiously, Heero followed. "I know I have it here somewhere. Just give me a -ah. NO. Damn. Um, I think, maybe, shoot. Where did it go?"
The room was covered in shelves, posters, and post cards. And books. Lots and lots of books. Trowa finally emerge from one stack with a "ah ha!", prize in hand. Grinning, he handed the book over to Heero.
"Thank you."
"It's a really great book," Trowa was saying. "You'll have to let me know what you think about it."
Heero nodded.
"Well, um," Trowa searched for something to say, but found words failing him when the opportunity to just *look* at the other boy was available.
"I-I should probably get going," Heero said, feeling awkward in the moment.
"Listen," Trowa tried to smiled but was too nervous to really pull it of. "Duo mentioned the possibility, and I mean, it would be really great if you were, 'cause I really would like to kiss you right now, but if you're not, Hey, that's okay, I understa-"
Heero's lips pressed to Trowa's, effectively cutting off the nervous flush of words. Trowa's lips opened and suddenly the kiss deepened; one hand reached up to touch Heero's cheek as he tentatively stepped closer to the other guy. Heero moved, too, stepping into Trowa, his arms wrapping up around the other man's back. He twisted and turned, and they fell onto the bed with a muffled "oomph!"
After a few minutes of heavy kissing, Trowa pulled back and looked down at the beautiful man in his bed, drinking up the sight greedily.
Trowa's fingers played idly in Heero's silky dark hair; his other hand traced lazy patterns across Heero's washboard stomach. "Beautiful," he murmured, dipping again to drink from those rosined lips.
Heero's hand buried behind Trowa's head, holding his lips to him. His other hand slipped behind the lanky young man and pulled him back down on top of him.
"What are you doing?" Trowa asked bemusedly.
"Enjoying myself," Heero replied without thinking. And then he smiled. "Enjoying you."
'Beautiful'? That word just doesn't cut it, Trowa decided. 'Drop dead' gorgeous. 'Please fuck me now, sinfully' gorgeous.
"I don't want you to leave," Trowa whispered, brushing his lips over Heero's.
"Funny. I don't want me to leave either."
Trowa smiled. "Where have you been the last four years of my life?"
"Mariston," he replied, naming the computer engineering building. "And Howard's Hall. What about you?"
Trowa laughed. "Noventa, right across the street."
"I'm glad we met."
"Me too."
"Do you think it would be terrible if we had sex the first day?"
"I'm willing to wait," Trowa said, softly kissing the other man, "If there's a promise of a second day," he added, followed by another kiss.
Heero smiled. "What about a third?" Kiss "Or fourth day?"
Kiss. "Oh, I'd want those, too." Kiss "And a few hundred after that." Kiss
"How 'bout a couple decades?" Kiss
"I think" Kiss "My calendar's free" Kiss "For that kind of" Kiss "Commitment." Kiss
"Good." Kiss
"No, great." Smile.
Smile "Great."
End Part 5
Andrea Readwolf
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