[FIC] C is for Couch
Title: C is for Couch (part of the Alphabet Series)
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1x2
Wordcount: 498
Warnings: stupidity (on the part of the author and the characters); mentions of sex/sexual situations
Summary: Direct sequel to "M is for Mistletoe".
AN: Please keep in mind when reading these that I was young(er) when I wrote them and didn't know anything about anything. No part of the Alphabet Series has been edited besides for formatting purposes.
It had not been Quatre’s intention to host a “slumber party”, but all four of his friends ended up spending the night anyway. Trowa often did so, but Wufei was forced to stay due to the blizzard outside. No one was willing to check on Duo and Heero until the morning.
Trowa came downstairs to find Quatre leaning against the doorframe outside the living room, the blond’s eyes wide with shock. Trowa raised an eyebrow.
“My couch…” Quatre whispered. “They defiled my couch…”
The eyebrow rose higher. Quatre was obviously traumatized by whatever he had seen in the living room, so Trowa felt it best to investigate. What he saw when he walked over to the couch left the normally quiet (around other people; his friends had no idea how much he talked to himself) pilot speechless.
Heero was asleep on the couch.
He was apparently using a sleeping Duo as a blanket.
They were both butt-naked.
Trowa blinked. Then he glanced around the rest of the room, taking note of what had to be Duo’s boxers (this assumption based on the fact that they were covered in smiley-faces) draped over the angel on top of the tree. He didn’t even want to know how that had been managed, accidental or not. He left the living room and rejoined Quatre in the hall. Quatre turned to his best friend. “You saw?”
“Yes. Honestly, it doesn’t surprise me. They might have found a better place, but it was bound to happen eventually.”
“Maybe, but on my couch! My beautiful, five-thousand-dollar white brocade couch!”
“Your couch cost five thousand dollars? Isn’t that a little cheap for you?”
“The really expensive ones were leather, and I don’t like leather.”
“Yeah, me neither. It chafes,” Duo said, scratching the back of his head. Quatre jumped about three feet into the air with his hand over his heart.
Trowa’s eyebrow went back up as he surveyed Duo. “You could at least get dressed.”
Duo yawned. “That’s what Heero said, but I can’t reach my underwear.” The aforementioned boxers were promptly thrown from the living room and landed on Duo’s head.
Wufei appeared at the landing, glanced downstairs to see what was going on, and let out a shriek of rage as his nose began to bleed. He ran back to the guest room designated as his.
The other three watched this display with mild interest and then returned to their own conversation.
Duo put on his underwear.
Quatre started complaining about the couch again.
Heero came out of the living room fully dressed. He shoved Duo’s clothes at him. “I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” he announced.
Trowa frowned. Heero was not usually in the habit of announcing his plans. So why...?
Duo grinned. “Gotta go.” He followed Heero up the stairs.
Quatre turned around and began banging his head on the door frame.
Trowa wondered vaguely how Heero had managed to get Duo’s boxers off the top of the twelve-foot tree.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1x2
Wordcount: 498
Warnings: stupidity (on the part of the author and the characters); mentions of sex/sexual situations
Summary: Direct sequel to "M is for Mistletoe".
AN: Please keep in mind when reading these that I was young(er) when I wrote them and didn't know anything about anything. No part of the Alphabet Series has been edited besides for formatting purposes.
It had not been Quatre’s intention to host a “slumber party”, but all four of his friends ended up spending the night anyway. Trowa often did so, but Wufei was forced to stay due to the blizzard outside. No one was willing to check on Duo and Heero until the morning.
Trowa came downstairs to find Quatre leaning against the doorframe outside the living room, the blond’s eyes wide with shock. Trowa raised an eyebrow.
“My couch…” Quatre whispered. “They defiled my couch…”
The eyebrow rose higher. Quatre was obviously traumatized by whatever he had seen in the living room, so Trowa felt it best to investigate. What he saw when he walked over to the couch left the normally quiet (around other people; his friends had no idea how much he talked to himself) pilot speechless.
Heero was asleep on the couch.
He was apparently using a sleeping Duo as a blanket.
They were both butt-naked.
Trowa blinked. Then he glanced around the rest of the room, taking note of what had to be Duo’s boxers (this assumption based on the fact that they were covered in smiley-faces) draped over the angel on top of the tree. He didn’t even want to know how that had been managed, accidental or not. He left the living room and rejoined Quatre in the hall. Quatre turned to his best friend. “You saw?”
“Yes. Honestly, it doesn’t surprise me. They might have found a better place, but it was bound to happen eventually.”
“Maybe, but on my couch! My beautiful, five-thousand-dollar white brocade couch!”
“Your couch cost five thousand dollars? Isn’t that a little cheap for you?”
“The really expensive ones were leather, and I don’t like leather.”
“Yeah, me neither. It chafes,” Duo said, scratching the back of his head. Quatre jumped about three feet into the air with his hand over his heart.
Trowa’s eyebrow went back up as he surveyed Duo. “You could at least get dressed.”
Duo yawned. “That’s what Heero said, but I can’t reach my underwear.” The aforementioned boxers were promptly thrown from the living room and landed on Duo’s head.
Wufei appeared at the landing, glanced downstairs to see what was going on, and let out a shriek of rage as his nose began to bleed. He ran back to the guest room designated as his.
The other three watched this display with mild interest and then returned to their own conversation.
Duo put on his underwear.
Quatre started complaining about the couch again.
Heero came out of the living room fully dressed. He shoved Duo’s clothes at him. “I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” he announced.
Trowa frowned. Heero was not usually in the habit of announcing his plans. So why...?
Duo grinned. “Gotta go.” He followed Heero up the stairs.
Quatre turned around and began banging his head on the door frame.
Trowa wondered vaguely how Heero had managed to get Duo’s boxers off the top of the twelve-foot tree.