23-March-2002
Title: Cupcake
Author: Windsor Blue windsorblue17@yahoo.com
Archive: *shrug* yeah, sure - tell me where if you're
gonna so I can brag
Pairing: implied 1x2x5
Categories: PWP, in a fluffy sort of way. Duo POV
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Explicit pastry abuse. You have been
warned.
Spoilers: none - way after EW, but it hardly matters
Notes: I'm not entirely sure this qualifies for the
contest, but I'm in a bit of a mood so I figured, what
the hell. Anyway, this is Duo convincing Wufei of the
merits of joining himself and Heero. No real sex
here, but Duo *is* a wicked little tease, so there's
that.
Disclaimers: If the world were perfect, it would cease
to function. Therefore I own nothing, and that is as
it should be. Gundam Wing and its characters are
owned by Sunrise, Bandai, et. al. "Generation X" is
by Douglas Coupland, even though I'm pretty sure he
was channeling me for part of it.
Dedication: This was originally written as a peace
offering to Okaasan, because she loves Wufei and I was
a little mean to him in another story I wrote, and she
was threatening to fly across the country and kick my
tuckus. She didn't, so I guess it worked. :) Anyway,
enjoy.
I pulled a dirty trick on Wufei the other day. I knew it was a dirty trick when I did it, too, but I did it anyway. I got what I wanted out of it, though, and that's what really matters, right?
Yeah, I *was* being sarcastic there. Try to keep up.
So, the back-story - Heero and I have been together for a few months now, and it's been phenomenal...truly phenomenal. I can't even describe it, because nothing I can say will do it justice. But of course, at some point, we had the big "What's your fantasy?" conversation, and we found out we had one in common. You guessed it - we were both hot for Wufei.
Now, it didn't take long for the fantasy to become an obsession. We took careful note of everything Wu did or said to us, looking for signs that he might be into the idea of having a fling with us. We plotted out ways to get him over to our house. We did stupid things to get his attention - well, okay, that was mostly me. In all honesty, we were acting like a couple of lovesick teenage girls, and, in retrospect, it was pretty sad. So after a few weeks of this ridiculous behavior, which was getting us nowhere, by the way, I was ready to take any chance that came along.
That said, I want to make something clear - it was never just about sex, this obsession we had with Wufei. We wanted him to be a part of our relationship - for good, if he wanted to, although I'd prefer not to think of it in those terms. When you start defining what you've got going with someone, you make a bunch of implicit promises to them - promises about forever and always that you're bound to fuck up on somewhere along the line. Nonetheless, we wanted all of Wufei - heart, mind, body and soul, for however long we could have him.
Fortunately for us, our veal-fattening pens at Preventers' H.Q. are right across from Wufei's, which is conveniently next to Quatre's and Trowa's. Yeah, you know, veal-fattening pens...those little 8x10-foot cubicles they put in big office buildings to make the underlings feel like they have privacy. Hey, I'd just loaned my copy of "Generation X" to Quatre right before we moved into the building, and as soon as he saw the setup, he leaned over to me and whispered "veal-fattening pens", and I cracked up, and we've been calling them that ever since. It's a tradition now, y'know? The point being, that we had ample opportunity to ogle Wufei at will.
So last Thursday was treat day, and opportunity knocked. See, one of the receptionists, Lisa, is going to culinary school at night. Wednesday night is her pastry class, so on Thursday she brings in all the stuff she made in class the night before. Lemme tell you something, if I wasn't already involved, I'd marry Lisa so I could eat like a king every night. She's a damn good cook. She made this thing once called 'Better-Than-Sex Cake', and it actually almost was...but I digress.
Last Wednesday, her class made cupcakes.
I grabbed a couple from the break room and took them back to my pen. When I got there, Wu was sitting at his desk, scowling at his computer over his glasses. I don't think he has any idea how cute he is when he does that!
"Hey, Wu," I said, "Want a cupcake? Lisa made them."
"No thanks, Maxwell," he replied over his shoulder. "I don't really like cupcakes."
I was stunned. "What? How can you not like cupcakes?"
He shrugged. "Too much frosting."
"Well, I can always eat your frosting for you..." He turned around in his chair and I waggled my eyebrows at him. He shook his head and turned back to his work. "Honestly, Maxwell, someday you're going to - "
"Wufei!" We were interrupted by Noin, stomping down the hall with a stack of files, which she unceremoniously dumped on Wufei's desk. "I need to ask you about these cases."
Wufei sighed slightly as she leaned against the wall in Heero's pen and began her interrogation.
I just stood there for a moment, listening in horror as she tried to peg down the most mundane points in each of those damned files. Already Wufei looked bored, and I just felt so sorry for him. Then it hit me.
You know in those old, mid-twentieth century cartoons, where the character has an angel sitting on one shoulder and a devil sitting on the other? Well, my devil was pointing out to me that, with the way Noin was leaning on the partition that separated Heero's pen from mine, she couldn't see me, but Wufei could. In fact, he could stare right at me while looking like he was still paying complete attention to Noin.
Smiling, I picked up one of the cupcakes and held it up to my lips, waiting until I was sure I had Wufei's attention. It didn't take long for him to send me a frustrated glare and as soon as he did, I flicked my tongue over the very tip of the frosting.
His eyes went wide for just a moment, and then they jumped to Noin, and then back to me. I smiled a little more and licked the top again, scooping up a bit of the frosting onto my tongue and curling it slowly into my mouth.
If his eyes could have screamed, you would've heard the phrase "Maxwell, what the HELL are you doing?!?" echoing off the walls on the other side of the world. But I had his attention, that was without a doubt. I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying to make it look as erotic as possible. Judging by the look on his face when I opened my eyes, I'd succeeded.
The way his focus kept flitting back and forth between Noin and me, his eyes looked like fireflies trapped in a glass jar. I decided to press my luck and ran my tongue all around the edge of the frosting, turning the cupcake as I went. Since it was so much fun, I did it again.
"Don't you think so, Duo?"
Noin was leaning around the partition, looking at me expectantly.
"Oh, absolutely," I nodded solemnly, and she turned triumphantly back to Wufei. "See?" she said to him.
I almost laughed out loud. She didn't even notice!
Oh, but Wufei noticed. He was nodding occasionally to whatever Noin was saying, but his eyes were most definitely on me.
I took the edge of the paper cup in my teeth and peeled a section of it away, my gaze never leaving Wu's face. Working as slowly as I could, I stripped the cupcake bare, finally flinging the wrapper over my shoulder with a toss of my head. Wufei squirmed in his chair and crossed his legs, his eyes going slightly glassy. I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at his lap, and boy was I glad I did.
I don't want to be crude or anything, so let's just say it was a good thing for him that he wears his pants so baggy.
I turned the cupcake so that the top was facing me. Making my tongue as stiff as a board, I jammed it into the mound of frosting. Pulling it out, I scooped up another dollop of the sticky stuff and smeared it over my lips with my tongue. Then I licked the frosting that remained on the cupcake into a stiff peak that I took into my mouth, turning to the side and arching my head back. Wufei shivered, and I heard Noin ask him if he was cold. He nodded and muttered some kind of affirmative.
"Really, Wufei, you should put on a sweater or something. You're shaking like a leaf!"
Laughing silently, I ran the tip of my tongue over my lips, collecting all the residual sugar. I made a point of looking Wufei directly in the eyes before I swallowed, slowly and deliberately, running my fingers up and down my throat. I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration across his forehead and that his breath was coming in ragged gasps.
"Did Lisa make those?" Noin was peering around the partition at me again. How she was not getting what I was doing I will never know.
"Yeah, they're really good! Want one?" I replied brightly, holding out the plate.
"Sure." She took one, gingerly balancing it on top of her stack of files. "Listen, Duo, take Wufei home and put him to bed, willya? I think he might be coming down with something."
"Yes, Ma'am!" I saluted, and she smiled, although I'm pretty sure I heard her whisper the word "smartass" as she walked away.
There was just a tiny dollop of frosting left, and I licked it up in a flash. I put on my Cheshire cat grin and purred "C'mon Wufei, time to take you home and put you to bed. An order is an order."
Wufei rose slowly from his chair, taking great pains to readjust his pants. "That," he growled at me, "was just plain mean."
"What was mean about it?" I asked innocently. "You looked like you were having almost as much fun as I was."
He glared. "You shouldn't joke like that, Maxwell. Someday someone's going to take you seriously."
I stepped across the aisle, standing as close to him as I could without actually touching him. I was suddenly really glad that I hadn't grown too much more than I had, because we were almost exactly the same height. Leaning in to his ear, I whispered "Are you really so sure it was a joke?"
His eyes went wide, but he said nothing. Nor did he move. Instead we stood there like that for a couple of heartbeats, each waiting for the other to be the first to say "uncle".
I caved first. I moved back just enough so that our eyes could meet, but our faces were still just close enough to kiss if we'd wanted to. "I guess that whether or not it's a joke is up to you," I said in the huskiest phone-sex voice I could muster. "You could take the easy way out, chalk it up to another example of Maxwell's aberrant behavior, and go home alone and have dinner alone and go to sleep alone like you always do, or..." I took his hand, turned it so his palm faced up, and placed the now naked and defrosted cupcake in it. "You could take it as an invitation, and I could take you home and put you to bed." I released his hand and took a step back. "The choice is yours, Wufei."
I turned to go, but didn't make it two steps before I felt a hand grab my arm and roughly pull me around. Wufei was staring at his feet, but when he lifted his head to meet my eyes he had the most incredible smile on his face that I'd ever seen.
He lifted the cupcake to his lips and took a bite.
What else could I do? I took him home, and Heero and I put him to bed. Repeatedly.
That was last Thursday. Today is Tuesday. Wufei has been back to his own apartment exactly once, to pick up his toothbrush and some clothes and water his plants.
Oh, and I sent Lisa flowers, to thank her for the cupcakes.
OWARI
Windsor Blue
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