30-Jul-2001
Title: Games Children Play
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GWAddiction, GWNation, Silent Passion
Category: shonen ai, sap, humour
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Back to my wonderful Heero/Trowa series, I am. *kisses them both on the forehead* I had this idea about a week ago, but didn't have a chance until today to just sit down and write it. I'll note here that it isn't citrusy except maybe a drop of sweetened orange juice. Rest assured that I do plan to get the wedding lemon out eventually, but I'm busy *and* being bombarded by other ideas *and* working on some longer series that I want to finish before I ever post them. (Yes, one of them fits into my Heero/Trowa timeline and will let you find out more about their jobs if I ever finish it.) So, enjoy this, go feedback happy, and all of that lovely stuff that you all do so well. Thanks! Oh, and, blame it all on Babaca. ^_~
"I was *not* acting like a kindergartener, Trowa." Heero pouted and unbuttoned his jacket in a fury.
Trowa cleared his throat. "You threw a crab into Duo's hair when he told me I was in good shape. If that isn't childish, what is?" He pointedly stared at Heero who caught the gaze and turned his shoulder to his lover.
Worrying at his bowtie, Heero grew frustrated when the knot he'd tied earlier to keep the bow in place turned to thwart him now that he'd had a few drinks. "I don't care. He has no right to make remarks like that. Let him get a husband of his own!" He gave up on the tie and leaned down to take off his shoes.
Having passed by on the alcohol at Relena's get together, Trowa chanced a laugh. "He said I was in good shape, not that he wanted me to take me back to his place and tie me up in his closet to keep forever." Heero looked up defiantly. "Besides, I'm with *you* for a reason."
Heero's eyebrows quirked inward. "Why *are* you with me? I can't even find my shoelaces."
"You're stone drunk, aren't you?" Heero blinked and swayed slightly. "Heero, you don't have any shoelaces on those shoes."
Looking down at his feet wearily, Heero shrugged and sat back, not realizing he'd sat on the ottoman rather than the armchair. A moment later, Trowa walked over to help pick him up off the floor. After sitting him down firmly on the couch, and sitting next to him, Trowa pulled Heero's shoes off for him, then reached up to deftly undo the tie that Heero had insisted on making tight earlier in the evening. "Heero, I love you. Not Duo. You. You are the reason I live, and probably the reason I'll die. At this rate, most *likely* the reason I'll die. I don't plan on leaving you ever unless that's what you want. And, while it's sweet that you get jealous, it was *my* crab that you threw into Duo's hair. We're married now. You shouldn't worry. Now, since you insisted on drinking almost constantly at the party, can I get you undressed and into bed and then lay out some ibuprofen for the hangover you're sure to have in the morning?"
Heero blanched quietly while Trowa talked. "Lemme just brush my teeth first, okay?"
Trowa nodded. "Me too."
The pair walked into the small bathroom at the rear of the apartment. Heero missed the first time he grabbed for his toothbrush, but got it the second time. By the time he felt ready to apply the toothpaste, Trowa already had his own toothbrush ready and in his mouth and grabbed Heero hand while he put toothpaste on the bristles. Around the toothbrush in his mouth, he said, "Brush. You need sleep if you want any hope of making it to work tomorrow."
The toothpaste was like a mint explosion in his mouth, but the overall experience was fuzzy. Fuzzy like a kitty cat, Heero mused. Trowa snorted beside him. "What?"
Taking the toothbrush from his mouth, Trowa smiled. "You're drooling." Heero wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and furiously brushed. When he was done, he spit into the sink, rinsed his mouth out with the small glass of water that Trowa handed him, grabbing it back before he could drop it and had to hang over the sink for a moment before the sudden urge to vomit went away. "Never let me drink again. And, oh, I've got to piss."
Trowa spit out his own mouthful of saliva and toothpaste. "So, piss. I'm your husband and you can't pee in the same room as me?"
Heero blushed. "Could you turn on the faucet?"
Laughing while he rinsed off his toothbrush and Heero's, Trowa put them away as Heero relieved himself. "Think you can remember to turn the faucet off and get back to our room?"
Heero leaned against the wall with one arm. He nodded and focused in deep concentration. Trowa snorted and walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He stripped off his clothing, folding it and laying it on a chair before pulling back the bedspread and the sheets, sliding between them.
A moment later, Heero walked back into the room. Trowa could hear the water in the bathroom. "Heero, you left the water running." A moment later, Heero came back into the room sans pants. Laughing again as his husband's drunken bumbling, Trowa got out of bed and pulled Heero close by the collar of his white shirt, the top two buttons missing. "You silly, silly man." He pressed a soft kiss to Heero's lips; Heero who leaned in after the fact and almost fell over.
Pulling Heero along closer the the bed, Trowa sat down and grasped one of Heero's arms, undoing the man's cufflink. When the pair had been removed the set on the night table, Trowa stood up again. "You *were* being childish."
"I *was*. But, I have a right to be." Heero pouted again and looked somehow adorable under his muss of chocolate-dark hair that stayed wild even in the shower.
Trowa smiled. "Maybe that's so. But, now I have to teach you a lesson."
Heero looked panicked. "A lesson?"
"Yes. Your vowels. Proper for someone who's being childish." Trowa grinned rakishly.
"But, I know my vowels. They're--" Trowa cut him off with a kiss.
While Heero stood with his feet planted almost firmly to the floor (he kept wavering slightly), Trowa unbuttoned the bottom button of his shirt and kissed the exposed skin. "A."
Heero shivered.
The next button up was undone and the skin was again kissed. "E."
Heero wavered again, but Trowa pulled him close with one arm and undid the next button. Another kiss, longer. "I."
"Oh, Trowa..."
Trowa smiled. "No. That's the next one." The button undone; the skin was kissed. "O."
The final button was undone and the shirt slipped off Heero's lust-rolled shoulders to land in a heap on the floor. Trowa pressed a long kiss right over Heero's heart. "You."
Heero smiled and fell blearily into Trowa's arms. Trowa managed to get him onto the bed and under the sheets, though it took some skillful manuevering. When Heero was in place, Trowa kissed him softly. "I love you."
Blinking quietly back, and smiling a bit himself, Heero said, "I love you, too. A, e, i, o, you." He reached an arm out and pulled Trowa close.
Trowa rested his head on Heero's chest and curled up comfortably. "Sweet dreams."
Just as Heero began to drift off, he whispered, "Always sweet... they're of you."
The morning would come eventually, but not just yet. And, they're were both happy of the day's reprieve.
Owari. ^_~
(:./jennykim/moments17)
