A little ditty about Jack and Diane - no wait - I hate that song.
Anyway, while waiting at the doctor's office today, I put this goofy little piece together. Since there was no new prompt for GW500, I used the old one. Which is great for me, since I DID want to respond to that one, but I was bit down last week. Had a spat with a classmate and it put in me a seriously bad mood for the rest of the week/weekend. So I spend the whole weekend in my room watching bleach and digging up as much Ukitake fanfic as I could find. (Which sadly isn't much - that's the problem with that show - so many hot characters, so little time. And as usual, I fixate on the secondary guy, or even tertiarty guy in this case, who gets about 1% of the fanbase.)
Anyway, I'm behind on my community reading, on my commenting and on my general interaction with the world. Sorry to all my friends! But in the meantime, here is my silly story, full of lust and fanboyishness and signifying nothing.
Title: Favorites
Author: Lukoni
Characters: Trowa/Quatre, mention of other fandoms
Word Count: ca. 900
Summary: Quatre and Trowa reveal a few secret desires while watching television
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff.
Notes: Due to the impossibility of me writing a short crossover story, I resorted to this instead. Partly inspired by my weekend of binge Bleach fic searching. My apologies to anyone who hasn’t seen any of the other shows referred to. I tried to make accessible to all. Written for the GW500 challenge #199: Quest. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
Favorites
“Mmmm... he’s hot,” Quatre commented, squirming closer to Trowa on the couch.
“Him?” countered Trowa incredulously. “With the prissy... things in his hair?”
“Uh huh.”
“And the stick up his ass?!”
“Uh hmmmmmmm...”
“Kuchiki Byakuya?”
“Oh yeah,” growled Quatre, running his foot up Trowa’s calf.
“He’s a total bastard.”
“He’s principled,” defended Quatre. “He’s also quiet and lethal and completely gorgeous. Just how I like them.” Quatre gave his lover’s thigh a squeezed and smiled smugly at he felt Trowa relax under him. They lapsed into silence as the action before them continued.
“I like him,” Trowa announced a few moments later, pointing at the screen.
“Him?! With the long white hair? Ukitake??”
“Yup.”
“The one who’s always coughing up blood and spends half his life in bed?”
“And what’s wrong with spending half your life in bed?” asked Trowa suggestively.
“But he’s so... useless.”
“He has one of the highest levels of spirit power of the group. And even though he’s stuck with an inherent ... vulnerability, he doesn’t let it stop him.”
“Is that supposed to be some veiled reference to my space heart?” grumbled Quatre. Trowa just shrugged noncommittally and placed a kiss behind his ear. Quatre accepted it grudgingly and took Trowa’s hand, playing idly with the long fingers.
“So if you have this thing for white hair, does that mean you were drooling over Race Bannon during the Johnny Quest marathon last week?” Quatre prodded.
”Race? Not a chance. I’ve known too many guys like that. I’m for Johnny all the way. Blond, blue eyes, great ass. What’s not to like?”
“He’s kind of dumb as a stump.”
“He can figure things out when he needs to. Besides, he motivates everyone around him with his charm and zest for life. And did I mention his great ass? Why? Who do you like? Dr. Quest?”
“Ack! No! He’s way too much like my father.” Quatre shuddered. “Thanks for that image.” Trowa chuckled. “Hadji, obviously, is the hottest,” Quatre informed him. “He’s always calm, has a great sense of humor and was piloting a space shuttle by the time he was fifteen. What’s not to like?”
“Show off,” muttered Trowa.
“And did I mention he has the most beautiful head of hair hidden under that turban?”
“Now who’s got a thing for hair?”
Quatre laughed and ran his fingers through Trowa’s unruly bangs. “I’ve always had it. Hadn’t you noticed?” Trowa was too busy luxuriating under the touch of his lover's fingers on his scalp to answer.
“How about Ouran High School Host Club?” Quatre inquired.
“And what makes you think I watch that?”
“Your search engine history.”
“Hmph.”
“Come on... who’s your favorite? And if you say Hunny I’ll kick your ass.”
Trowa smirked. “Of course not. I'm not into the little kid look. I prefer the twins.”
“The twins!?”
“Mmm hmmm. They are complete devils. Devils with the faces of angels. I have a soft spot for those,” he said smoothly, sliding his hand around Quatre’s waist and slipping his fingertips under the waistband. “You sure you don’t have a twin stashed in a vault somewhere?”
Quatre turned and brought his legs up onto the couch to straddle his lover’s lap. “Are you saying I’m not enough for you?” He grasped Trowa’s head firmly and kissed him deeply. When they finally broke apart, gasping, Trowa managed to say “I’m just saying that if one is so good, then how much better must two be.”
“No twin,” stated Quatre, kissing him again by way of punctuation. “No clones.” Another kiss. “No. Sharing.” One final kiss and some grinding later, Quatre considered Trowa had gotten the point and let his lover breathe again.
“Who do you fancy, then,” asked Trowa, as he caressed Quatre’s taut ass. “And if you say Mori you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Quatre grinned and seemed to consider for a moment. “Nah. He’s a bit too quiet. Even for me. I thought it was obvious. Kyoya.”
“Kyoya?! He’s a bastard too! I’m going to start taking exception here...” Quatre put a hand over Trowa’s mouth to silence him.
“He’s devious and clever and he hides behind his glasses just the way someone I know hides behind his hair.”
Trowa sniffed haughtily. “I can only assume you mean me.”
Quatre shifted his hips to grind his erection against Trowa’s stomach. “That’s right. And you notice how devoted he is to his beautiful blond leader...”
“Leader, is it?” smiled Trowa as he eased Quatre down onto his back.
“Mmmmhmmmm,” affirmed Quatre. “Hopelessly devoted...” He let himself trail off as a nipple attracted his attention and he could not let it go unlicked.
*********
Sometime later two naked, sweat-clad bodies lay tangled on the couch, illuminated by a flickering battle scene from across the room.
“So what have we learned from this?” asked Quatre lazily.
“That I need to get some hair separators, a turban and some glasses. Oh, and apparently I’m also an asshole.”
Quatre smiled and tasted a salty shoulder. “Sounds about right. And I need to bleach my hair white, become a dumb jock and clone myself. Oh, and start coughing up blood.”
“Perfect,” confirmed Trowa. “I’ll get right on that,” he murmured, sliding his leg between Quatre’s thighs.
“Me too,” Quatre managed as he guided Trowa’s questing lips to his chest. On screen, the battle waged on unheeded.
Anyway, I'm behind on my community reading, on my commenting and on my general interaction with the world. Sorry to all my friends! But in the meantime, here is my silly story, full of lust and fanboyishness and signifying nothing.
Title: Favorites
Author: Lukoni
Characters: Trowa/Quatre, mention of other fandoms
Word Count: ca. 900
Summary: Quatre and Trowa reveal a few secret desires while watching television
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff.
Notes: Due to the impossibility of me writing a short crossover story, I resorted to this instead. Partly inspired by my weekend of binge Bleach fic searching. My apologies to anyone who hasn’t seen any of the other shows referred to. I tried to make accessible to all. Written for the GW500 challenge #199: Quest. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
Favorites
“Mmmm... he’s hot,” Quatre commented, squirming closer to Trowa on the couch.
“Him?” countered Trowa incredulously. “With the prissy... things in his hair?”
“Uh huh.”
“And the stick up his ass?!”
“Uh hmmmmmmm...”
“Kuchiki Byakuya?”
“Oh yeah,” growled Quatre, running his foot up Trowa’s calf.
“He’s a total bastard.”
“He’s principled,” defended Quatre. “He’s also quiet and lethal and completely gorgeous. Just how I like them.” Quatre gave his lover’s thigh a squeezed and smiled smugly at he felt Trowa relax under him. They lapsed into silence as the action before them continued.
“I like him,” Trowa announced a few moments later, pointing at the screen.
“Him?! With the long white hair? Ukitake??”
“Yup.”
“The one who’s always coughing up blood and spends half his life in bed?”
“And what’s wrong with spending half your life in bed?” asked Trowa suggestively.
“But he’s so... useless.”
“He has one of the highest levels of spirit power of the group. And even though he’s stuck with an inherent ... vulnerability, he doesn’t let it stop him.”
“Is that supposed to be some veiled reference to my space heart?” grumbled Quatre. Trowa just shrugged noncommittally and placed a kiss behind his ear. Quatre accepted it grudgingly and took Trowa’s hand, playing idly with the long fingers.
“So if you have this thing for white hair, does that mean you were drooling over Race Bannon during the Johnny Quest marathon last week?” Quatre prodded.
”Race? Not a chance. I’ve known too many guys like that. I’m for Johnny all the way. Blond, blue eyes, great ass. What’s not to like?”
“He’s kind of dumb as a stump.”
“He can figure things out when he needs to. Besides, he motivates everyone around him with his charm and zest for life. And did I mention his great ass? Why? Who do you like? Dr. Quest?”
“Ack! No! He’s way too much like my father.” Quatre shuddered. “Thanks for that image.” Trowa chuckled. “Hadji, obviously, is the hottest,” Quatre informed him. “He’s always calm, has a great sense of humor and was piloting a space shuttle by the time he was fifteen. What’s not to like?”
“Show off,” muttered Trowa.
“And did I mention he has the most beautiful head of hair hidden under that turban?”
“Now who’s got a thing for hair?”
Quatre laughed and ran his fingers through Trowa’s unruly bangs. “I’ve always had it. Hadn’t you noticed?” Trowa was too busy luxuriating under the touch of his lover's fingers on his scalp to answer.
“How about Ouran High School Host Club?” Quatre inquired.
“And what makes you think I watch that?”
“Your search engine history.”
“Hmph.”
“Come on... who’s your favorite? And if you say Hunny I’ll kick your ass.”
Trowa smirked. “Of course not. I'm not into the little kid look. I prefer the twins.”
“The twins!?”
“Mmm hmmm. They are complete devils. Devils with the faces of angels. I have a soft spot for those,” he said smoothly, sliding his hand around Quatre’s waist and slipping his fingertips under the waistband. “You sure you don’t have a twin stashed in a vault somewhere?”
Quatre turned and brought his legs up onto the couch to straddle his lover’s lap. “Are you saying I’m not enough for you?” He grasped Trowa’s head firmly and kissed him deeply. When they finally broke apart, gasping, Trowa managed to say “I’m just saying that if one is so good, then how much better must two be.”
“No twin,” stated Quatre, kissing him again by way of punctuation. “No clones.” Another kiss. “No. Sharing.” One final kiss and some grinding later, Quatre considered Trowa had gotten the point and let his lover breathe again.
“Who do you fancy, then,” asked Trowa, as he caressed Quatre’s taut ass. “And if you say Mori you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Quatre grinned and seemed to consider for a moment. “Nah. He’s a bit too quiet. Even for me. I thought it was obvious. Kyoya.”
“Kyoya?! He’s a bastard too! I’m going to start taking exception here...” Quatre put a hand over Trowa’s mouth to silence him.
“He’s devious and clever and he hides behind his glasses just the way someone I know hides behind his hair.”
Trowa sniffed haughtily. “I can only assume you mean me.”
Quatre shifted his hips to grind his erection against Trowa’s stomach. “That’s right. And you notice how devoted he is to his beautiful blond leader...”
“Leader, is it?” smiled Trowa as he eased Quatre down onto his back.
“Mmmmhmmmm,” affirmed Quatre. “Hopelessly devoted...” He let himself trail off as a nipple attracted his attention and he could not let it go unlicked.
*********
Sometime later two naked, sweat-clad bodies lay tangled on the couch, illuminated by a flickering battle scene from across the room.
“So what have we learned from this?” asked Quatre lazily.
“That I need to get some hair separators, a turban and some glasses. Oh, and apparently I’m also an asshole.”
Quatre smiled and tasted a salty shoulder. “Sounds about right. And I need to bleach my hair white, become a dumb jock and clone myself. Oh, and start coughing up blood.”
“Perfect,” confirmed Trowa. “I’ll get right on that,” he murmured, sliding his leg between Quatre’s thighs.
“Me too,” Quatre managed as he guided Trowa’s questing lips to his chest. On screen, the battle waged on unheeded.