Best Laid Plans
By: Kitty E.
"You said it would be done today," Heero's voice was locked into a deadly monotone, but the greasy mechanic he spoke to didn't seem to realize the danger he was in.
"Yeah, well, it's not. And you ain't driving away until it is. So I'd advise you to go wait in the *waiting* room, until it's done," he replied gruffly. He turned back to the car he was working on, the car that was most definitely not Heero's.
Heero scowled darkly, but forced himself to turn away. He'd never regretted destroying all his guns so much before. After the war, Trowa had gone through great pains to remove all traces of violence from his life, and when he and Heero had gotten together, he had gently asked him to do the same. Of course Heero could have killed the mechanic using simple bare hand techniques, but he was wearing the shirt Trowa had given to him, and he hadn't yet discovered a way to keep blood from spattering towards him, or a bleach that could effectively remove bloodstains from colors.
For a time he sat inside the cramped, stagnant aired waiting room, simply glowering at the walls, but that didn't seem to be making time pass any quicker. He looked around for something to occupy himself with, but found nothing but a bunch of old magazines. Fish and Game was ruled out, ever since he'd seen that little girl's dead puppy, he'd never been able to hurt animals. There was a Health magazine, promising non-fat recipes, and ways to slim down thighs. He assessed himself, and figured he didn't need any pointers, he was especially certain that Trowa didn't need to get any thinner. That only left Cosmopolitan.
He picked it up, and looked at the cover, a blonde woman with tanned skin stared up him, her breasts falling out of a minimal bikini. It didn't do much for him, confirming his suspicions that Trowa probably wouldn't be the only guy he'd ever be attracted to. He began to read the articles advertised around her midriff. 'Is it time?' hot pink letters asked him. 'Take our quiz to see if it's the right night to "sleep over."'
With a small shrug, he opened the magazine to page forty-six. "Take our quiz and see if it's time for you and your lover to start getting it on." Heero paused in reading to consider this, it hadn't taken him long to figure out he wanted more from Trowa than just his quiet kindness, and it was getting harder and harder to let Trowa leave whenever they finally managed to spend time together.
Hit with an uncharacteristic amount of curiosity he read the first question. "First things first, lets make sure you're not rushing it, how long have you and your lover been together." Heero looked at the date on his watch, //Seven months, and 17 days.// He looked back to the magazine, reading the choices. "A: about a month, B: 3 months, C: over six months." Mentally he marked that he had chosen 'c,' and moved on to the next question.
"Things don't always go perfectly, just how comfortable are you with your mate? A: Still trying to seem perfect in his eyes, B: I've accepted his little faults, C: I know he's accepted mine." Heero sat back and thought on this one a little, he had long given up on trying seem perfect in Trowa's eyes, he was too aware of his faults to even try, as for Trowa's little flaws he couldn't think of any. The third choice was what he was struggling over, he wasn't sure that he had ever seen Trowa exasperated or annoyed, much less by anything he had done. //I'll just say 'c,' he may not have accepted them, but at least he overlooks.//
"Now let's see if you're setting yourself up for heartbreak. Where do you see this relationship in a year? A: I can't even look that far ahead, B: We'll probably have drifted apart by then, C: I know I'll still be with him." Heero didn't allow a second of hesitation, he already knew what his answer was. //C, I'll always be with him.//
He continued on, reading through the questions, and answering questions easily, though the question about birth control threw him off a little bit. When he got to the end, he realized his every answer had been a 'c' minus the one about taking suitable precautions to avoid pregnancy. He read through the key, and found the one that matched his answers. "Mostly C's - It's time for you to bag that boy of yours, and take him home to Momma. Unless you've got some serious reservations there probably isn't any reason not to take the plunge. Introduce it carefully, plan it out right, and we're sure they'll be no regretting it. Need help creating the perfect night? Check out our article on page 83."
There was the faintest of smiles on Heero's lips as he flipped through the pages, ending his search squarely on page eighty-three.
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It wasn't often that Trowa was forced to wonder what Heero was up to. His fellow former Gundam pilot was a little too forward, and, well, a little too bad at subtlety to leave him in the dark frequently. However, as he drove to Heero's apartment, he had to admit he was baffled as to why Heero had called. It was too late for dinner, and if Heero wanted to go somewhere he would have come by to pick him up instead. Vaguely he worried that there was something wrong, but he pushed such thoughts away as he drove into Heero's apartment complex.
Taking a deep breath to reinforce himself against what would come of tonight, and knocked on Heero's door. There was a moment of silence before it was answered without a greeting as usual. Trowa blinked momentarily rendered speechless by Heero's appearance. There was nothing wrong really, merely out of place. Heero was dressed nicely, tank top, and faded jeans left behind for pressed charcoal colored slacks, and black button up dress shirt. He looked *good,* Trowa almost felt like whistling his appreciation, but instead a soft smile to formed upon his features. "Heero," he said quietly.
He could have sworn Heero almost looked embarrassed as he stepped aside, allowing Trowa entry. Trowa turned when he heard the door shut, waiting for Heero to say something.
"We were supposed to go out on a date tonight," he said finally. He seemed at a loss for what to say next.
"Supposed to?" Trowa asked, for some reason he felt very uneasy. Heero's demeanor wasn't doing a thing to dispel his worries.
"Hai... but I couldn't wait," Heero was refusing to meet Trowa's eyes looking instead along the floor.
"Wait for what?" //God... I feel like I'm about to be dumped.// Trowa's brow furrowed as Heero bit his lip. //He's nervous... there's something he doesn't want to say.//
Heero took a deep breath, "Do you think this relationship has evolved to the point where we could take it to another level?" he quoted.
Trowa let a sigh of relief burst past his lips, he wasn't being dumped. Rather... "What?"
"The next step," Heero said, finally he looked up, letting Trowa see his own anxiety.
Trowa's mouth opened for a response, but he found he had none. He had never expected Heero to come right out and say it like that, he had expected, or was it anticipated, to be tackled in a rush of several years' worth of repressed sexual tension. He never would have guessed Heero would be so unsure. At last he lit upon something to say, "If you can't wait, then what's stopping you now?"
Heero's eyes flickered briefly, but he didn't waste any time on words. In a flash he covered the space between them, and took Trowa's wrist in his hand. He let their lips collide first before slipping one arm around Trowa's waist. As always, Trowa was slow to react, slowly bringing up one hand to mesh in Heero's hair, his other held down by Heero's grip.
Heero slid his tongue into warm recesses of Trowa's mouth, drinking in his familiar taste like a man dying of thirst. He was inches away from throwing out all his plans in exchange for simply doing Trowa right then and there, but he forced himself to pull away. "I'll be right back, stay here."
Trowa didn't much like being left without any kind of sensation after a kiss like that, but stayed where he was just the same. For a moment he stood in silence, wondering just what the hell Heero was doing, before he let out a heavy sigh.
Heero emerged only a few moments later, and took his hand again, pulling him into the bedroom. He was hit first with the smell of jasmine, then state of Heero's room. The lights were turned off, the normal mess that was associated with a man living alone cleared away. Around Heero's bed, on the twin nightstands were small clusters of scented candles, and a bottle of something. Trowa peered at the label, it read 'Hershey's Chocolate Syrup.' He knew he was blushing, could feel the heat emanating from his cheeks, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
He turned his head slightly, and was confronted with Heero's closeness. Nothing was said, everything was clear as Heero moved for another kiss. Their lips met softly this time, both agreed there was no reason to rush it. For a long time they stood in safe circles of their arms, the realm of familiarity. Heero waited until they were breathing quickly to start to maneuver Trowa over to the bed.
He knew he was voyaging into unfamiliar territory as he watched Trowa lie down, and there was a nagging fear that this wasn't going to work out completely as planned. He made the choice to lie beside Trowa, giving his hands the chance to wander with the sense of freedom he'd never felt before. Lips kept busy by urgent, searching kisses, his fingers roamed over Trowa's chest, mapping out the flesh below through the thin turtleneck. Eventually, they slipped beneath the fabric, questing upwards.
He felt rather than heard Trowa gasp as his thumb made a slow circle over a taut little nub of flesh. Heero grunted slightly as he sat up, and settled his weight over Trowa's lap. Trowa forced himself up on his elbows, uttering a soft sigh as Heero's hands slid up his sides, lifting the fabric. He fell back onto the bed, and with a little more tugging his shirt was removed. Heero's fingers were already at work, making long, winding paths across the newly exposed skin.
He was about to lean down to press his tongue to muscled expanse of chest laid out before him, but stopped, remembering his plans in time. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup. He opened it, squeezed a small amount onto his finger, and then spread some over Trowa's nipple. He leaned down licked experimentally, there was the heavy flavor of chocolate he'd expected, but also an underlying taste he knew was completely Trowa. He heard Trowa moan as he suckled and nibbled the chocolate from Trowa's skin. He smeared the rest of it on Trowa's other nipple, and moved his head to lick it clean as he had the other.
Once finished, his lips wandered back to Trowa's, he smirked a little as Trowa unconsciously sought to devour the chocolate taste that lingered in his mouth. The taller boy seemed to protest the loss of Heero's lips and tongue as he sat up to draw a line with chocolate down Trowa's stomach. When he was finished, Heero slipped his chocolate covered finger past Trowa's lips, sealing them against any further complaints. He found his own breathing was made harsher by the unexpectedly erotic sensation of Trowa sucking on his index finger as he shifted to make a line of kisses along the trail he'd made. By inches and degrees he traveled down Trowa's torso, coming at last to the waistband of Trowa's jeans.
He sat up and removed his finger from Trowa's mouth, using both hands to undo the button, and then the zipper. Trowa's hips lifted from the bed, giving Heero the chance to pull them past his thighs. He caught only a glimpse of Trowa's arousal before the other boy sat up, crashing their lips together as two steady hands began to remove Heero's shirt. For a long moment there wasn't any sound in the room except quick breaths, and the rustle of clothing being removed.
Once every piece of fabric was removed Heero pushed Trowa back down gently, inspecting all that he'd uncovered. Where he first ran his hands, his mouth followed, this time indulging in a sample of Trowa's taste alone. He avoided the center of Trowa's desires lingering in all the sensitive places he found until he was absolutely sure he'd crossed over from teasing to torturing. He grabbed the bottle of chocolate again, this time letting it pour over Trowa's erection. He discarded it, lapping up the separate trails that dribbled down, before fitting his mouth over the tip, and plunging down. Trowa thrust up slightly, forcing Heero to put both of his hands up to still his hips. He sucked, and licked, nibbled, and stroked until there was nothing masking Trowa's own bittersweet taste.
Trowa's voice was hitting a crescendo as Heero pulled away. A sudden thought had struck him, the chocolate was only masking the taste he truly desired. He wanted something to enhance it, and he had just the thing. "I'll be right back," he said quickly.
Trowa blinked open his eyes and found the room empty, "Dammit, Heero..."
His lover returned quickly though, with a small shaker in his hands. Trowa watched as Heero emptied some of its contents into his hand. Closer inspection revealed them to be blue sugar sprinkles. "Heero, what are you-" his words were cut off by a soft groan as Heero's hand wrapped around him, spreading the blue crystals over his erection.
Heero's mouth was on him again, only this time Heero's pleased grunts and sighs were added to Trowa's surprised gasps and moans. The sprinkles did just what Heero wanted, adding a sweet taste, but not overpowering the salty natural flavor of his lover. Again he pulled away when all traces of the sweet stuff was removed, there was another task to be taken care of. He returned his nightstand and grabbed his other provision for tonight. Leaning over Trowa he captured his mouth again, and set to work.
He squeezed out a thick bead of the cool, transparent gel, smearing it over his fingers, and slipping the first inside. Trowa stiffened ever so slightly at the touch, but Heero was quick to correct that, soothing and stroking as best he could. By the time he eased in the next finger Trowa was much more receptive. Heero began to slowly rock against Trowa's hips as the third digit delved inwards, met warmly because of all it promised.
Eventually, Heero decided they were both ready. He removed his fingers to spread another dollop of lube over his own erection. Words were useless as Heero slowly guided himself to the opening he'd prepared. With a shuddering sigh he drove forward, trying to take it slow, but not stopping until he had buried his full length into Trowa. Almost immediately pulled out, and thrust back in, recapturing the ecstasy of being enveloped in Trowa's tight heat.
They fell into a primal rhythm, Heero thrusting with wanton abandon, Trowa rising to meet him. Heero's breath came out in hot bursts against Trowa's neck, panting in time with his movements. Trowa's arms came around him, one entangled in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder tightly. Heero felt himself coming to peak and took Trowa's erection into his hand, pumping with quick, steady pressure to pull Trowa onto the same rising crest of pleasure.
Heero uttered a strangled gasp when Trowa's body tightened all around him. He managed two more deep, hard thrusts before emptying his seed into Trowa the same time Trowa came onto his stomach. For a long moment they were held still by the aftermath, slowly recovering until it was possible to arrange themselves on the bed, and wait for sleep. Heero pulled Trowa into a firm embrace and closed his eyes.
"You had this all planned out..." Trowa noted.
"Hai..." Heero's eyes snapped open. "I forgot something."
"Hm?" Trowa asked, looking up at Heero's face.
Heero looked uncomfortable again, but determined. "I love you."
Trowa's mouth dropped open just a fracture of an inch, before forming into a small smile. "Ah... me too."
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