22 May 2004
Title: Distractions
Part: 1/1
Author: babaca
Email: babaca @ babaca.org
Status: Completed
Archive: Yes, GW Addiction (http://www.gwaddiction.com) (otherwise ask)
URL: http://fics.babaca.org
Category: Fluff, shonen ai
Rating: PG
Pairings: 4 + 2
Warnings: Only if you don't like fluff.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Originally I was going to try and write this for DaMoyre's birthday which has come and gone... (Da, think of it as a belated Birthday fic). Then I thought maybe for the GW500 Livejournal community, but it's well over 500 words (1052 at last count). Otherwise here it is.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
"I can't BELIEVE this!" Duo exclaimed, glaring at Quatre. "You're worth more money than God and your building can't have a working elevator?"
"I didn't design the building, Duo," Quatre sighed, glaring back. He pressed the emergency button. "Surely someone will answer our call."
"On a Friday afternoon, before a holiday, are you nuts? There's nobody around!"
"No, I believe there has to be. There's always someone who has no life that works late before a three day weekend," Quatre reasoned. Of course he didn't want to say that person was usually himself.
"I hope so," Duo said, starting to pace about the elevator car. "I don't like being cooped up."
Quatre pushed the button again. Normally security would answer. "Are you trying to say your claustrophobic or something?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying," Duo growled before kicking the elevator door.
"Stop that Duo!" Quatre cried pulling Duo away from the door. "Since when?"
"Huh?"
"How long have you been claustrophobic?" Quatre asked.
"Since always," Duo responded.
"How is that possible? You flew a gund--"
"This is WEI security. How may we help you?" a bored voice said through the speaker.
"You can help us by getting us the hell out of here," Duo yelled.
"Excuse me sir?"
Quatre hit Duo on the arm and glared at him. "This is Mr. Winner. My friend and I are stuck in Elevator 3 between the ninth and tenth floors. When can you get us out of here?" He asked in a calm voice.
"The local guy we keep on retainer is gone for the day, Mr. Winner. We'll have to call the main office. So it might be a while."
"Not good enough monkey boy, get your ass up here and do something!" Duo shouted.
"DUO! Calm down!" Quatre admonished. "We're sorry, do what you can."
"Yes, sir."
Quatre silently counted to ten before turning back to Duo. "Was that COMPLETELY necessary for you to do that?"
Duo resumed pacing in the small area, looked up and asked, "What?"
"Just how DID you manage to fly a gundam with claustrophobia?" Quatre asked as the slow realization that Duo wasn't joking about his anxiety. He was starting to feel the nervousness in a way he never encountered from Duo.
"That was easy. It might have been small but I was in control. I could move in it, kill in it. When I felt anxious I'd look out at the screen and could see out."
"I see," Quatre said, rubbing his chest.
"But when I was imprisoned on the moon..." Duo began to laugh, "You should ask Heero, Wufei or even Trowa. I drove them nuts. I think Trowa was happy to deck me that time just so he could shut me up. They never knew why I was being a wanker either. It's not something you mention in everyday conversation, even when you're imprisoned with others."
Quatre smiled. "You hid it well, I never sensed it before." He walked over to Duo and placed his hands on the other man's shoulders, to subtly stop the incessant pacing. "Are you sure it's just enclosed spaces, or just the lack of control that is the issue?"
Duo stared at Quatre, noted the attempt to stop his pacing, and decided to briefly humor him. "I don't know. It's not like I've sat down with a shrink to discuss the matter."
"Maybe you just need a distraction to take your mind off things."
"Such as what? 'Look at the shiny object' kind of distraction? Or 'tell me about your childhood' kind of distraction or..."
Quatre, with his hands still holding Duo's shoulders pushed him back against the back wall of the elevator and pressed his lips to the long haired man. The rather one sided kiss lasted for a few seconds before Duo pushed him back.
"What the hell was that?"
Quatre laughed. "Well if you don't know, then you've lead a more sheltered life than myself."
Duo punched Quatre in the arm lightly. "I know what it was. I want to know why."
"Can I do it again befoe I explain myself?"
Duo looked away embarrassed and muttered, "I guess so."
Quatre leaned forward to kiss Duo again. This time Duo kissed back tentatively. Encouraged, Quatre pressed himself closer, enjoying the warmth of the body in front of him, the lightness of kiss. Duo's arms at some point wrapped themselves around Quatre, pulling the blonde man even closer.
The kiss ended with both men breathless.
"Well?" Duo asked.
"Huh?" Quatre responded before blushing furiously. "Oh. Just wanted to."
"Since when?" Duo couldn't help but ask.
"Since the war, or wars I guess I should say," Quatre replied, moving away from Duo. "When we thought Heero... well you stayed with me and it was nice. I just wanted to do that then."
"What stopped you?"
"The fact that I was a teenager. You were a teenager. We were at war. You had a crush the size of a satellite on Heero ... lots of things," Quatre said, wishing this conversation was over.
"So did you."
"So did I what?" Quatre looked confused.
"Have a crush on Heero. So did Wufei and Trowa," Duo started ticking the names off by counting on his fingers. "Relena, Sally, Noin, Une, I wouldn't be surprised if Zechs didn't have a thing also. He's quite the guy."
Quatre laughed. "I guess you have a point."
"So," Duo said, shyly glancing over at Quatre, "Was it what you expected?"
Quatre smiled broadly, "Oh yeah and more."
The car shuddered before lurching and resuming it's descent towards the first floor.
"You didn't plan this little breakdown so you could have your way with me, did you Quat?" Duo smiled.
"If I did," Quatre laughed, "I WOULD have really had my way with you!" Then he stopped laughing to blush.
"Pity," Duo said. "So what are you doing this weekend?"
"Not a thing, how about you?" Quatre asked.
"Nothing going on at all. So ... would it be okay if we hung out some?"
Quatre hugged Duo. "Absolutely."
The elevator door opened and Duo forced himself to walk slowly out of it. His heart was still racing but not with the fear from before but the thrill of the idea of spending time with Quatre.
Owari
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