Fic
Title: Surprises
Pairing: 4x1
Warnings: Sap, Quatre with a mission
Rating: Pg 13, I guess
Written for meritjubet on fic_on_demand
Quatre leaned back against his seat, watching Heero with a predatory eye. Heero was completely oblivious, of course, typing away on his laptop as he did every evening.
It was a game Quatre had been playing for a while. Heero was his, though he didn’t know it yet. Soon he would have Heero, to love, to hold, to make love to - he was looking forward to it. He thought Heero loved him, and he knew that unless he was a very bad judge, Heero definitely wanted him. This was fine with Quatre, because he felt the same way about Heero.
However, as you might expect, Heero wasn’t as receptive to hints as Quatre had hoped. So, for a while now, Quatre had been teasing, seducing, coaxing Heero to him.
And tonight, well, that was the culmination of the plan, of course.
He walked up to his unknowing future boyfriend, leaning over his shoulder - ostensibly to check what he was doing. “Hey, Heero,” He said, his breath tickling Heero’s neck. He was rewarded by Heero swallowing slightly and catching his breath.
“Yes?” He couldn’t keep his voice grumpy, which made Quatre smile.
“What are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t I ask you that?”
Quatre took a step back, assuming an innocent expression. “What do you mean, Heero?”
“Well, you’re doing a lot of things I wouldn’t expect you to. One, you’re fighting in this damned war.” Heero turned, his intense dark eyes catching Quatre’s, “Two,” A touch of discomfort came into his eyes, “You’re trying to seduce me, or something.”
Quatre didn’t quite know how to react. But Heero carried on, “Why do you want someone like me?” His voice was steady, matter of fact. Heero told no lies. “If I understood that, I’d have responded to you a long time ago, but until you can give me a reason I won’t be happy.”
To say he didn’t know how to react would be an understatement. Quatre’s mouth literally hung open.
Heero got up, closing the lid of his laptop. “I’m going for a shower now. Don’t use the hot water while I’m in there.” He sounded as if nothing had happened. He walked off, leaving Quatre staring after him, completely confused.
It was a few weeks before Quatre got to speak to Heero again. They hadn’t avoided each other; but missions came up, and there were always the other pilots in the way, and so on. The next time they were alone, Quatre didn’t waste any time. Heero wasn’t on his laptop, that time; he was sitting on the sofa looking expectantly at Quatre.
Quatre didn’t allow himself any time for thought. The second the idea ‘I want to kiss him’ came into his head, he gave in to it, falling on his knees beside the sofa and leaning over to kiss Heero. To his wonder, the other responded for a few seconds, seconds that stretched into almost a minute before either pulled back.
“So you can tell me why you want me?” Heero asked.
“No.” Quatre shook his head, still slightly dazed from the kiss, “But do I have to have a reason to want you?”
Heero regarded him calmly, but he wasn’t having any more thinking. He pulled himself onto the sofa, settling into Heero’s lap. “I mean, you’re beautiful.” He brushed their lips together, “You’re strong, passionate, kind,” Another kiss, deeper, tongue darting out for a taste. “And I love you.”
Heero gasped, his mouth eagerly seeking Quatre’s again, finding it, tasting him this time, and then breaking away. “Good enough for me, I… feel the same way.” He whispered as Quatre’s hands slid up beneath his tank top and Quatre nibbled, kissed and generally lavished attention on his neck.
It was much later when either of them was really coherant enough to hold a conversation. Even then, it wasn’t much of a conversation. It was mostly an exchange of sweet nothings, until the point when Heero sat up, looking down at Quatre with an amused smirk, “I never figured you’d be the dominant one.”
“Well, that was your mistake, then,” Quatre smiled back up at him, a perfect puddle of satiated teenage boy.
“You’re just full of surprises,” Heero said, sinking down as Quatre’s hands reached out for him, pulling him close.
Pairing: 4x1
Warnings: Sap, Quatre with a mission
Rating: Pg 13, I guess
Written for meritjubet on fic_on_demand
Quatre leaned back against his seat, watching Heero with a predatory eye. Heero was completely oblivious, of course, typing away on his laptop as he did every evening.
It was a game Quatre had been playing for a while. Heero was his, though he didn’t know it yet. Soon he would have Heero, to love, to hold, to make love to - he was looking forward to it. He thought Heero loved him, and he knew that unless he was a very bad judge, Heero definitely wanted him. This was fine with Quatre, because he felt the same way about Heero.
However, as you might expect, Heero wasn’t as receptive to hints as Quatre had hoped. So, for a while now, Quatre had been teasing, seducing, coaxing Heero to him.
And tonight, well, that was the culmination of the plan, of course.
He walked up to his unknowing future boyfriend, leaning over his shoulder - ostensibly to check what he was doing. “Hey, Heero,” He said, his breath tickling Heero’s neck. He was rewarded by Heero swallowing slightly and catching his breath.
“Yes?” He couldn’t keep his voice grumpy, which made Quatre smile.
“What are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t I ask you that?”
Quatre took a step back, assuming an innocent expression. “What do you mean, Heero?”
“Well, you’re doing a lot of things I wouldn’t expect you to. One, you’re fighting in this damned war.” Heero turned, his intense dark eyes catching Quatre’s, “Two,” A touch of discomfort came into his eyes, “You’re trying to seduce me, or something.”
Quatre didn’t quite know how to react. But Heero carried on, “Why do you want someone like me?” His voice was steady, matter of fact. Heero told no lies. “If I understood that, I’d have responded to you a long time ago, but until you can give me a reason I won’t be happy.”
To say he didn’t know how to react would be an understatement. Quatre’s mouth literally hung open.
Heero got up, closing the lid of his laptop. “I’m going for a shower now. Don’t use the hot water while I’m in there.” He sounded as if nothing had happened. He walked off, leaving Quatre staring after him, completely confused.
It was a few weeks before Quatre got to speak to Heero again. They hadn’t avoided each other; but missions came up, and there were always the other pilots in the way, and so on. The next time they were alone, Quatre didn’t waste any time. Heero wasn’t on his laptop, that time; he was sitting on the sofa looking expectantly at Quatre.
Quatre didn’t allow himself any time for thought. The second the idea ‘I want to kiss him’ came into his head, he gave in to it, falling on his knees beside the sofa and leaning over to kiss Heero. To his wonder, the other responded for a few seconds, seconds that stretched into almost a minute before either pulled back.
“So you can tell me why you want me?” Heero asked.
“No.” Quatre shook his head, still slightly dazed from the kiss, “But do I have to have a reason to want you?”
Heero regarded him calmly, but he wasn’t having any more thinking. He pulled himself onto the sofa, settling into Heero’s lap. “I mean, you’re beautiful.” He brushed their lips together, “You’re strong, passionate, kind,” Another kiss, deeper, tongue darting out for a taste. “And I love you.”
Heero gasped, his mouth eagerly seeking Quatre’s again, finding it, tasting him this time, and then breaking away. “Good enough for me, I… feel the same way.” He whispered as Quatre’s hands slid up beneath his tank top and Quatre nibbled, kissed and generally lavished attention on his neck.
It was much later when either of them was really coherant enough to hold a conversation. Even then, it wasn’t much of a conversation. It was mostly an exchange of sweet nothings, until the point when Heero sat up, looking down at Quatre with an amused smirk, “I never figured you’d be the dominant one.”
“Well, that was your mistake, then,” Quatre smiled back up at him, a perfect puddle of satiated teenage boy.
“You’re just full of surprises,” Heero said, sinking down as Quatre’s hands reached out for him, pulling him close.