[Fic: GW] Jaunty
Title: Jaunty
Fandom: GW
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing Heero/Quatre
Warnings: sex, language
Notes: it was weird to see this,
misanagi's gift fic for me. Because I was already 1000+ words into a Heero/Quatre fic for her. Ah, coincidences, eh? :)
***
Quatre walked slowly into his hotel room. It had been utterly ransacked. Bed sheets pulled off, mattress turned over, desk draws jutting half out with their contents displayed over the floor and his suitcases cut for secret compartments. He swallowed and stepped back, the key card cutting deeply into his hand.
He made his way over to the phone and pressed for the front desk service.
“Hello! Welcome to the Oceania Bay Hotel front desk! How may I help you?”
“I am Quatre Winner,” Quatre said, letting the full effect of his name ring through. “From room 414. My room has been broken into,” he murmured, still surveying the damage with growing detachment. Things could be replaced.
“Impossible!” The man cried out. “With our state of the art security system, shifting buddy system cleaning service and - ”
“Nevertheless, my room had been rifled through, everything is either ruined or on the ground. If you wish for this to proceed well, you will call the police and replace all belongings as well as refund my hotel bill.” Quatre demanded, even as his attention was drawn to something on the ground. He squinted and reached down.
“I, well, I don’t think I have the power to authorise that - ”
“Then put me on the phone that can and then call the police,” Quatre cut in. “Now.”
And placed it in his pocket.
***
Heero arrived on the scene with a feeling that this would not be a normal case. The hotel manager was going on how the break in couldn’t happen despite obvious evidence that it did happen. Heero made his way to the hotel room restraining himself from saying anything but the bare minimum. The victim was leaning against the entrance to his room, almost casually, but Heero could see the line of tension running down his body.
“Yuy,” he said, flashing his badge. “Forensics will be over soon.”
This brought on renewed cries by the hotel manager for the Forensics team to take the back entrance into the hotel. The victim took the badge between long fingers and then stared at Heero intently.
“I’m Quatre Winner,” the man said, holding out that same long fingered hand with easy grace. Heero took it and was surprised by the calluses and firm grip that Winner had. Rich people, like Winner, tended to have soft hands.
Heero let the hand go, bemused by the expression flittering across Winner’s face.
“You came across your room, like this? You didn’t move anything?” Heero said.
“More or less, I had to step over some things to get to the phone,” Quatre said.
Heero stepped in the hotel room, noting the utter chaos. Paper were strewn across the room without care or regard.
“Professional work,” Winner murmured, walking beside him. “It’s a little bit messy for just thieves and a little too thorough for simple burglary.”
“Hiding something, were you?” Heero asked. Winner was, Heero had to admit, probably right.
“Aren’t we all?” Winner laughed. “But no, I wasn’t hiding anything here, at the worst I just had some photocopies. So I suppose I have that to be grateful for.”
“Okay,” Heero said readily enough. It was easier sometimes to let the person talk out their stress. It also could lead to hints for the investigation.
“You’re wondering what a man like me could be hiding?” Winner questioned. “Well, I’m quite rich. I like rich things, antiquities and so on. But I’m also a board member, with a controlling stake, in several companies. Blackmail, maybe? They thought I would be stupid enough to do something Clintonesque in a hotel room, perhaps?” Winner mused, gazing at Heero with apparent openness, Heero saw deeper but.
“Were you?” Heero probed.
“Not on any dress,” Winner said, winking. “I’ll leave you then,” he said, looking outside of the hotel room. Heero could now hear the forensics. “Here’s my card, but,” Winner said, handing over his card. “Update me on what happens, Yuy.”
***
When was safely alone in his new hotel room, Quatre reached into his pocket and drew out what had so captured his attention before. It was an earring and quite distinctive. A sparkling light blue sapphire with a naughty phrase engraved amidst beautiful gold filigree. Quatre also knew who would be in the possession of the other earring. He closed his fingers around the earring and smiled.
He had hoped that she would take the bait but he hadn’t thought that she would be stupid enough that she would leave something behind.
Quatre closed his eyes and stretched back on his bed. The covers were smooth and cool under his touch. Now that was settled he could turn his attention to that dashing young police officer.
After all, Quatre heard so much about how the force was under so much pressure, it was his duty to relieve at least a certain part of that pressure.
Smiling, Quatre started to unbutton his trousers, reaching inside with one hand to place a solid grip on his growing erection.
“Ahh,” he moaned, thinking back to how firm Yuy’s hand had felt in his own. He would probably give great hand jobs, Quatre thought between strokes, he would probably have great control. Yuy would know pressure points and how a soft touch could bring great pleasure and a hard touch could bring even greater pain. Quatre groaned as he came.
Now he would just have to find out.
***
Heero flipped the card over. There was a landline number that would probably be useless since Winner was on vacation. But scrawled on the back was a mobile number. The writing was clear with the occasional flourish. He wondered what a writing specialist would find out about Winner from his handwriting. Heero brought in to his nose and took a deep breath.
He could not tell anyone why he waited until he got home to update Winner about the case, just that he did. This sort of irrational behaviour irritated him, reminded him of all the cases where a person had explained away a deviation of behaviour because of impulse.
But call he did, once he was sitting on his couch, still toying with the card, reading Quatre Winner over and over again.
“Hello?” Winner murmured, voice rather slurred. If Heero hadn’t been as well trained as he was - or rather a tad over curious - he wouldn’t have realised that this particular slur was not the product of an impromptu drinking session - quite understandable after the break in - but rather the sated slur of a man who had just achieved great pleasure.
It made for interesting conversation at least.
“This is Heero Yuy, I was the police officer you spoke with earlier?” Heero said, wondering if he should just hang up and call later.
“Oh yes,” Quatre practically breathed down the line. “I remember you. I gave you my card and told you to ring when you had an update on the case.”
“Uh, yes, well there’s some bad - ”
“I’m rather indisposed at the moment,” Quatre murmured and Heero could hear him stretching on his bed. He was probably naked, Heero thought, judging from what he heard. “I don’t suppose you can meet me tomorrow? Lunch or dinner, according to your shift.”
“I’m not sure if that would be appro - ”
“What time do you get off?” Quatre breezily cut in.
“At two,” Heero started, “But I don’t think it would be proper for us to - ”
“Then it’s decided,” Quatre said happily. “I went strolling, before the break in, of course. But I spotted this delightful little place and the smell from the place smelled divine. Have you heard of the Blue Ochre?”
It would take a week’s pay check for a mere meal, Heero thought, struggling to contain his thrifty side. “It’s terribly expensive,” was all he managed however.
“Hmm,” Quatre hummed and he sounded terribly pleased about himself. Heero thought for a moment that he probably should have protested for a little bit longer. “Maybe, but sometimes it’s nice to indulge one’s senses. Don’t you agree?”
Quatre must be stretching again, was all Heero was thinking, and he’s naked. “Yes,” he blurted out.
“We’ll meet there at two thirty for a late lunch then,” Quatre said. “Goodbye, Heero.” He heard a dial tone and Heero took a deep breath. He had felt almost starved for air after that conversation.
By that time the card in his hand was crumpled. Heero gave it a weary look, as if attributing the conversation and all that entailed to it. Heero didn’t throw it away but, he smoothed it out and placed it on his bedside table.
Just in case he needed it later that night.
***
“Hello, Heero,” Quatre greeted, standing up and holding out his hand. Heero took it and tried to ignore the feeling that rose within him because of the particular way that Quatre said his name.
“Mr Winner. The case is - ” Heero did try to stay on topic. He really did.
“We’ll talk about that later, Heero. We should have lunch first. You’re probably hungry after a long day of protecting this city,” Quatre interrupted, but so smoothly it was as if Heero had never spoken. “Now. What would you like to eat?”
“Um,” Heero picked up the menu, discomforted by how Quatre was staring at him. “The crab dish looks good,” Heero said slowly, noting that the menu did not denote any price. “Uh. Maybe the salad?”
Quatre then signalled the waiter and ordered two crab dishes. Heero watched as the waiter took the order and rushed away backwards, keeping one eye on Quatre. Who was, Heero thought, rather attractive.
“I thought I said the salad,” Heero said, wondering if his wallet could take the hit.
“But you wanted the crab,” Quatre said. “Don’t worry, officer, I’m paying. After all, you’ve been so helpful.”
Heero was not sure how he was going to explain this to his boss. It could get awkward. But for some reason, he couldn’t refuse Quatre’s offer to pay.
“So,” Quatre said, “When did you become a police officer?”
“I went to college and joined straight after,” Heero shrugged. “It just seemed like something I could enjoy as well as feel that I was putting back something into society.”
“I wanted to join the army when I was a teenager,” Quatre said. “Mostly to annoy for father so it was for all the wrong reasons. He was a pacifist and it made my rebellious teenage soul happy to see him rant. But I went to college and afterwards,” Quatre shrugged. “I found a new love.”
“Antiquities?” Heero asked, remembering what Quatre had said earlier.
“Indeed,” Quatre said. “I did classical art for my minor, business as my major - my father insisted - and well. I brought an exquisite sculpture a couple days ago. I think.”
“Do you think it’s related to the break in?” Heero police brain broke in.
“Possibly,” Quatre said. “Only one other person knew of it and she is the type to break into people’s homes. It’s a rather horrible habit of hers.”
“You didn’t tell me this earlier,” Heero said, frowning at Quatre.
“No,” Quatre said. “Back then I wasn’t entirely sure it was her. But you won’t catch her,” Quatre said. “I am sorry about that, but she will have an alibi. Even if she doesn’t.” Quatre sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Heero asked.
“There was a little loophole for the dealer,” Quatre admitted. “If he got a better offer within three days, he could sell it to the next highest bidder. But the only way she could have know that was if she broke in my apartment and read the contract. And today I received a phone call that said my sculpture was no longer mine.”
“So this was just a game between you rich people,” Heero muttered.
“No!” Quatre exclaimed. “I really did think someone had broken in to my hotel room. It wasn’t until later that I realised. She probably meant it as a game and thought I would realise. Please Heero, believe me.” Quatre reached out and placed a hand on Heero’s hand. He swallowed at the earnest expression in Quatre’s face.
“Fine,” he mumbled, looking away.
“Thank you for believing me,” Quatre murmured gratefully. “I know! What’s your favourite charity? I’ll donate something for all this police work that had to be done.”
“Orphans Fund?” Heero offered.
“Good cause,” Quatre agreed. “I’ll write a check after lunch!” He smiled as the waiter arrived and placed their meals in front of them. It wasn’t until the snooty waiter had left that Heero realised that Quatre still had his hand on his own.
The meal was delicious and the conversation was entertaining. Still, Heero was vaguely nervous as Quatre paid the bill and flatly ignored his statement that it really was all right -
Then he saw the bill and thought that just this once, Quatre could pay for him.
“Come on,” Quatre said, standing up and stretching with little of the grace he had displayed before. Heero still had to take a moment before he realised Quatre had said something.
“Uh. Where are we going?” Heero asked.
“The hotel of course,” Quatre said. “I have to write the check. I thought it would be best if you handed it in anonymously. For legal reasons and all.”
“Don’t you want to be known?”
“Not really,” Quatre said, gesturing for Heero to follow. Heero did and looked at Quatre curiously. “Well,” Quatre explained, “They would probably want to hand over a giant check in a ceremony. There would be a dinner and wouldn’t that money be better spent on the orphans?”
“Maybe,” Heero said, “But if you hand over some money then maybe other people will want to hand over money.”
“True,” Quatre said smiling. “I’ll double the amount I was going to give to make up for that then.”
Before Heero had even realised they were outside of Quatre’s new hotel room. “141,” Heero murmured.
“I wanted a room on a higher floor but this was all they had. I suppose it was my fault for coming in the busiest season,” Quatre murmured, shrugging as he brought out his key card and swiped in quickly. “Come in, Heero.”
The room was fairly neat, the covers looked a bit unkempt however and an earring was on the bedside table. Heero stared at it for a second. “Well, the check please,” Heero said brusquely.
Quatre started, “I thought, well. I thought we could go for a drink afterwards,” he murmured, “Maybe get some dinner.”
“I really should be going home. I have a shift tomorrow,” Heero said, gazing straight ahead.
“Of course,” Quatre said, a hurt expression flashing across his face for a moment. “I’ll just get it and - ” Quatre caught sight of the earring. “This isn’t what you think it is, Heero.”
“No?” Heero asked coldly.
“Not at all,” Quatre said, reaching out and picking up the earring. “You know how I said I was perplexed about who broke in? It wasn’t until I saw this earring that I knew who was behind it. I thought at first, someone who really wanted to steal from me but it was just Dorothy.”
“Dorothy,” Heero repeated.
“No doubt she has that beautiful sculpture in her possession right now,” Quatre said, throwing the earring into the waste paper basket. “But I think I got the better deal,” Quatre said, staring Heero firmly in the eye.
“I’m not sure what you want,” Heero said.
“It could be just this,” Quatre reached out and took hold of Heero’s wrist, “Or it could be something more,” he kissed the centre of Heero’s palm. “It depends on you, Heero and what you want.”
“You could be just using me for my body,” Heero accused,
Quatre laughed. “Are you using me for my money? I was going to give you a check. Now doesn’t that sound scandalous?”
“I just want to know,” Heero stated.
“I’m not sure,” Quatre admitted, “We’ve just met, but I feel this instant attraction to you. It was at first, physical,” Quatre murmured. “But our phone call, our lunch together today, it felt so easy to talk to you. As if I was stumbling over pleasantries,” Quatre nodded. “That said,” he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss just under Heero’s ear. “I wouldn’t be adverse to something physical.”
“I wouldn’t be either,” Heero said. “You’ll be leaving soon, but, won’t you?”
Stopping mid nibble, Quatre hummed thoughtfully as Heero groaned and bucked against him. “Well. There are some lovely houses in the town of yours,” he mused.
“Yes,” Heero said, gasping as Quatre briefly resumed his groping.
“My father always says I should become more business orientated. Real estate sounds interesting, doesn’t it?” Quatre asked, hands toying with Heero’s belt.
Heero grabbed Quatre’s hips and ground against him. “Sounds fucking fantastic,” Heero panted out.
“So glad you agree,” Quatre said shakily. Stepping back, his shrugged off his jacket and leaned back on the bed, toeing his hoes off as he did so. “You’ll come over with a welcome basket?” Quatre murmured, unbuttoning his trousers and stroking his growing erection.
“I’ll be just doing my friendly, neighbourly duty,” Heero said, ditching his shoes, belt and trousers. By the time he looked up, Quatre had wriggled his trousers down to his knees and was slowly wanking off. Heero licked his lips.
Putting his weight carefully on the bed, Heero hovered awkwardly over the bed, knees on either side of Quatre’s legs before Quatre reached up and pulled him in by the shirt tails. “Not letting go,” Quatre muttered and arched up when Heero palmed his cock.
“Me either,” Heero grunted, losing his footing for a moment as Quatre shifted and moaned.
“Been wanting this since I first saw you,” Quatre said, hips jerking steadily as Heero made a rhythm. “So stupid. But it seems so long ago.” Heero kissed Quatre, swallowing his cries as Quatre came.
“Not stupid,” Heero said against Quatre’s mouth. “Great. Because I was thinking the same. But this really inappropriate and - ”
“Shh,” Quatre hushed, taking hold of Heero’s right butt cheek and squeezing it. Then slapped it and kissed Heero, taking in Heero’s gasp. While Heero was occupied, Quatre flipped him over and straddled Heero. “Learned a few things while in my army obsession,” Quatre said helpfully, as he finally got rid of his trousers. He reached down and started unbuttoning Heero’s shirt. “I’m glad you went commando.”
“I - yes.”
“You thought I didn’t notice? Of course I noticed!”
“You were occupied at the time,” Heero mumbled, hands clenching at the sheets as Quatre licked at his nipple.
“I always know when I’m getting a package,” Quatre said, moving back several inches and rubbed against Heero’s leaking erection.
“Bad pun,” Heero said, wondering if the sheets could handle how hard he was clutching at them. “Bad…” Heero trailed off as Quatre started to rock back and forth. “I’m.”
“Yeah?” Quatre murmured, reaching down and tugging at Heero’s nipple.
“Coming!” He grunted, hips moving without much restraint. Quatre was smiling however as he rolled off, not wanting to crush Heero.
“Relieved?” Quatre asked, weaving his fingers between Heero’s as Heero slowly unclenched his hands from the sheets.
“In more than you think,” Heero said, squeezing back.
Fandom: GW
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing Heero/Quatre
Warnings: sex, language
Notes: it was weird to see this,
misanagi's gift fic for me. Because I was already 1000+ words into a Heero/Quatre fic for her. Ah, coincidences, eh? :)
***
Quatre walked slowly into his hotel room. It had been utterly ransacked. Bed sheets pulled off, mattress turned over, desk draws jutting half out with their contents displayed over the floor and his suitcases cut for secret compartments. He swallowed and stepped back, the key card cutting deeply into his hand.
He made his way over to the phone and pressed for the front desk service.
“Hello! Welcome to the Oceania Bay Hotel front desk! How may I help you?”
“I am Quatre Winner,” Quatre said, letting the full effect of his name ring through. “From room 414. My room has been broken into,” he murmured, still surveying the damage with growing detachment. Things could be replaced.
“Impossible!” The man cried out. “With our state of the art security system, shifting buddy system cleaning service and - ”
“Nevertheless, my room had been rifled through, everything is either ruined or on the ground. If you wish for this to proceed well, you will call the police and replace all belongings as well as refund my hotel bill.” Quatre demanded, even as his attention was drawn to something on the ground. He squinted and reached down.
“I, well, I don’t think I have the power to authorise that - ”
“Then put me on the phone that can and then call the police,” Quatre cut in. “Now.”
And placed it in his pocket.
***
Heero arrived on the scene with a feeling that this would not be a normal case. The hotel manager was going on how the break in couldn’t happen despite obvious evidence that it did happen. Heero made his way to the hotel room restraining himself from saying anything but the bare minimum. The victim was leaning against the entrance to his room, almost casually, but Heero could see the line of tension running down his body.
“Yuy,” he said, flashing his badge. “Forensics will be over soon.”
This brought on renewed cries by the hotel manager for the Forensics team to take the back entrance into the hotel. The victim took the badge between long fingers and then stared at Heero intently.
“I’m Quatre Winner,” the man said, holding out that same long fingered hand with easy grace. Heero took it and was surprised by the calluses and firm grip that Winner had. Rich people, like Winner, tended to have soft hands.
Heero let the hand go, bemused by the expression flittering across Winner’s face.
“You came across your room, like this? You didn’t move anything?” Heero said.
“More or less, I had to step over some things to get to the phone,” Quatre said.
Heero stepped in the hotel room, noting the utter chaos. Paper were strewn across the room without care or regard.
“Professional work,” Winner murmured, walking beside him. “It’s a little bit messy for just thieves and a little too thorough for simple burglary.”
“Hiding something, were you?” Heero asked. Winner was, Heero had to admit, probably right.
“Aren’t we all?” Winner laughed. “But no, I wasn’t hiding anything here, at the worst I just had some photocopies. So I suppose I have that to be grateful for.”
“Okay,” Heero said readily enough. It was easier sometimes to let the person talk out their stress. It also could lead to hints for the investigation.
“You’re wondering what a man like me could be hiding?” Winner questioned. “Well, I’m quite rich. I like rich things, antiquities and so on. But I’m also a board member, with a controlling stake, in several companies. Blackmail, maybe? They thought I would be stupid enough to do something Clintonesque in a hotel room, perhaps?” Winner mused, gazing at Heero with apparent openness, Heero saw deeper but.
“Were you?” Heero probed.
“Not on any dress,” Winner said, winking. “I’ll leave you then,” he said, looking outside of the hotel room. Heero could now hear the forensics. “Here’s my card, but,” Winner said, handing over his card. “Update me on what happens, Yuy.”
***
When was safely alone in his new hotel room, Quatre reached into his pocket and drew out what had so captured his attention before. It was an earring and quite distinctive. A sparkling light blue sapphire with a naughty phrase engraved amidst beautiful gold filigree. Quatre also knew who would be in the possession of the other earring. He closed his fingers around the earring and smiled.
He had hoped that she would take the bait but he hadn’t thought that she would be stupid enough that she would leave something behind.
Quatre closed his eyes and stretched back on his bed. The covers were smooth and cool under his touch. Now that was settled he could turn his attention to that dashing young police officer.
After all, Quatre heard so much about how the force was under so much pressure, it was his duty to relieve at least a certain part of that pressure.
Smiling, Quatre started to unbutton his trousers, reaching inside with one hand to place a solid grip on his growing erection.
“Ahh,” he moaned, thinking back to how firm Yuy’s hand had felt in his own. He would probably give great hand jobs, Quatre thought between strokes, he would probably have great control. Yuy would know pressure points and how a soft touch could bring great pleasure and a hard touch could bring even greater pain. Quatre groaned as he came.
Now he would just have to find out.
***
Heero flipped the card over. There was a landline number that would probably be useless since Winner was on vacation. But scrawled on the back was a mobile number. The writing was clear with the occasional flourish. He wondered what a writing specialist would find out about Winner from his handwriting. Heero brought in to his nose and took a deep breath.
He could not tell anyone why he waited until he got home to update Winner about the case, just that he did. This sort of irrational behaviour irritated him, reminded him of all the cases where a person had explained away a deviation of behaviour because of impulse.
But call he did, once he was sitting on his couch, still toying with the card, reading Quatre Winner over and over again.
“Hello?” Winner murmured, voice rather slurred. If Heero hadn’t been as well trained as he was - or rather a tad over curious - he wouldn’t have realised that this particular slur was not the product of an impromptu drinking session - quite understandable after the break in - but rather the sated slur of a man who had just achieved great pleasure.
It made for interesting conversation at least.
“This is Heero Yuy, I was the police officer you spoke with earlier?” Heero said, wondering if he should just hang up and call later.
“Oh yes,” Quatre practically breathed down the line. “I remember you. I gave you my card and told you to ring when you had an update on the case.”
“Uh, yes, well there’s some bad - ”
“I’m rather indisposed at the moment,” Quatre murmured and Heero could hear him stretching on his bed. He was probably naked, Heero thought, judging from what he heard. “I don’t suppose you can meet me tomorrow? Lunch or dinner, according to your shift.”
“I’m not sure if that would be appro - ”
“What time do you get off?” Quatre breezily cut in.
“At two,” Heero started, “But I don’t think it would be proper for us to - ”
“Then it’s decided,” Quatre said happily. “I went strolling, before the break in, of course. But I spotted this delightful little place and the smell from the place smelled divine. Have you heard of the Blue Ochre?”
It would take a week’s pay check for a mere meal, Heero thought, struggling to contain his thrifty side. “It’s terribly expensive,” was all he managed however.
“Hmm,” Quatre hummed and he sounded terribly pleased about himself. Heero thought for a moment that he probably should have protested for a little bit longer. “Maybe, but sometimes it’s nice to indulge one’s senses. Don’t you agree?”
Quatre must be stretching again, was all Heero was thinking, and he’s naked. “Yes,” he blurted out.
“We’ll meet there at two thirty for a late lunch then,” Quatre said. “Goodbye, Heero.” He heard a dial tone and Heero took a deep breath. He had felt almost starved for air after that conversation.
By that time the card in his hand was crumpled. Heero gave it a weary look, as if attributing the conversation and all that entailed to it. Heero didn’t throw it away but, he smoothed it out and placed it on his bedside table.
Just in case he needed it later that night.
***
“Hello, Heero,” Quatre greeted, standing up and holding out his hand. Heero took it and tried to ignore the feeling that rose within him because of the particular way that Quatre said his name.
“Mr Winner. The case is - ” Heero did try to stay on topic. He really did.
“We’ll talk about that later, Heero. We should have lunch first. You’re probably hungry after a long day of protecting this city,” Quatre interrupted, but so smoothly it was as if Heero had never spoken. “Now. What would you like to eat?”
“Um,” Heero picked up the menu, discomforted by how Quatre was staring at him. “The crab dish looks good,” Heero said slowly, noting that the menu did not denote any price. “Uh. Maybe the salad?”
Quatre then signalled the waiter and ordered two crab dishes. Heero watched as the waiter took the order and rushed away backwards, keeping one eye on Quatre. Who was, Heero thought, rather attractive.
“I thought I said the salad,” Heero said, wondering if his wallet could take the hit.
“But you wanted the crab,” Quatre said. “Don’t worry, officer, I’m paying. After all, you’ve been so helpful.”
Heero was not sure how he was going to explain this to his boss. It could get awkward. But for some reason, he couldn’t refuse Quatre’s offer to pay.
“So,” Quatre said, “When did you become a police officer?”
“I went to college and joined straight after,” Heero shrugged. “It just seemed like something I could enjoy as well as feel that I was putting back something into society.”
“I wanted to join the army when I was a teenager,” Quatre said. “Mostly to annoy for father so it was for all the wrong reasons. He was a pacifist and it made my rebellious teenage soul happy to see him rant. But I went to college and afterwards,” Quatre shrugged. “I found a new love.”
“Antiquities?” Heero asked, remembering what Quatre had said earlier.
“Indeed,” Quatre said. “I did classical art for my minor, business as my major - my father insisted - and well. I brought an exquisite sculpture a couple days ago. I think.”
“Do you think it’s related to the break in?” Heero police brain broke in.
“Possibly,” Quatre said. “Only one other person knew of it and she is the type to break into people’s homes. It’s a rather horrible habit of hers.”
“You didn’t tell me this earlier,” Heero said, frowning at Quatre.
“No,” Quatre said. “Back then I wasn’t entirely sure it was her. But you won’t catch her,” Quatre said. “I am sorry about that, but she will have an alibi. Even if she doesn’t.” Quatre sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Heero asked.
“There was a little loophole for the dealer,” Quatre admitted. “If he got a better offer within three days, he could sell it to the next highest bidder. But the only way she could have know that was if she broke in my apartment and read the contract. And today I received a phone call that said my sculpture was no longer mine.”
“So this was just a game between you rich people,” Heero muttered.
“No!” Quatre exclaimed. “I really did think someone had broken in to my hotel room. It wasn’t until later that I realised. She probably meant it as a game and thought I would realise. Please Heero, believe me.” Quatre reached out and placed a hand on Heero’s hand. He swallowed at the earnest expression in Quatre’s face.
“Fine,” he mumbled, looking away.
“Thank you for believing me,” Quatre murmured gratefully. “I know! What’s your favourite charity? I’ll donate something for all this police work that had to be done.”
“Orphans Fund?” Heero offered.
“Good cause,” Quatre agreed. “I’ll write a check after lunch!” He smiled as the waiter arrived and placed their meals in front of them. It wasn’t until the snooty waiter had left that Heero realised that Quatre still had his hand on his own.
The meal was delicious and the conversation was entertaining. Still, Heero was vaguely nervous as Quatre paid the bill and flatly ignored his statement that it really was all right -
Then he saw the bill and thought that just this once, Quatre could pay for him.
“Come on,” Quatre said, standing up and stretching with little of the grace he had displayed before. Heero still had to take a moment before he realised Quatre had said something.
“Uh. Where are we going?” Heero asked.
“The hotel of course,” Quatre said. “I have to write the check. I thought it would be best if you handed it in anonymously. For legal reasons and all.”
“Don’t you want to be known?”
“Not really,” Quatre said, gesturing for Heero to follow. Heero did and looked at Quatre curiously. “Well,” Quatre explained, “They would probably want to hand over a giant check in a ceremony. There would be a dinner and wouldn’t that money be better spent on the orphans?”
“Maybe,” Heero said, “But if you hand over some money then maybe other people will want to hand over money.”
“True,” Quatre said smiling. “I’ll double the amount I was going to give to make up for that then.”
Before Heero had even realised they were outside of Quatre’s new hotel room. “141,” Heero murmured.
“I wanted a room on a higher floor but this was all they had. I suppose it was my fault for coming in the busiest season,” Quatre murmured, shrugging as he brought out his key card and swiped in quickly. “Come in, Heero.”
The room was fairly neat, the covers looked a bit unkempt however and an earring was on the bedside table. Heero stared at it for a second. “Well, the check please,” Heero said brusquely.
Quatre started, “I thought, well. I thought we could go for a drink afterwards,” he murmured, “Maybe get some dinner.”
“I really should be going home. I have a shift tomorrow,” Heero said, gazing straight ahead.
“Of course,” Quatre said, a hurt expression flashing across his face for a moment. “I’ll just get it and - ” Quatre caught sight of the earring. “This isn’t what you think it is, Heero.”
“No?” Heero asked coldly.
“Not at all,” Quatre said, reaching out and picking up the earring. “You know how I said I was perplexed about who broke in? It wasn’t until I saw this earring that I knew who was behind it. I thought at first, someone who really wanted to steal from me but it was just Dorothy.”
“Dorothy,” Heero repeated.
“No doubt she has that beautiful sculpture in her possession right now,” Quatre said, throwing the earring into the waste paper basket. “But I think I got the better deal,” Quatre said, staring Heero firmly in the eye.
“I’m not sure what you want,” Heero said.
“It could be just this,” Quatre reached out and took hold of Heero’s wrist, “Or it could be something more,” he kissed the centre of Heero’s palm. “It depends on you, Heero and what you want.”
“You could be just using me for my body,” Heero accused,
Quatre laughed. “Are you using me for my money? I was going to give you a check. Now doesn’t that sound scandalous?”
“I just want to know,” Heero stated.
“I’m not sure,” Quatre admitted, “We’ve just met, but I feel this instant attraction to you. It was at first, physical,” Quatre murmured. “But our phone call, our lunch together today, it felt so easy to talk to you. As if I was stumbling over pleasantries,” Quatre nodded. “That said,” he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss just under Heero’s ear. “I wouldn’t be adverse to something physical.”
“I wouldn’t be either,” Heero said. “You’ll be leaving soon, but, won’t you?”
Stopping mid nibble, Quatre hummed thoughtfully as Heero groaned and bucked against him. “Well. There are some lovely houses in the town of yours,” he mused.
“Yes,” Heero said, gasping as Quatre briefly resumed his groping.
“My father always says I should become more business orientated. Real estate sounds interesting, doesn’t it?” Quatre asked, hands toying with Heero’s belt.
Heero grabbed Quatre’s hips and ground against him. “Sounds fucking fantastic,” Heero panted out.
“So glad you agree,” Quatre said shakily. Stepping back, his shrugged off his jacket and leaned back on the bed, toeing his hoes off as he did so. “You’ll come over with a welcome basket?” Quatre murmured, unbuttoning his trousers and stroking his growing erection.
“I’ll be just doing my friendly, neighbourly duty,” Heero said, ditching his shoes, belt and trousers. By the time he looked up, Quatre had wriggled his trousers down to his knees and was slowly wanking off. Heero licked his lips.
Putting his weight carefully on the bed, Heero hovered awkwardly over the bed, knees on either side of Quatre’s legs before Quatre reached up and pulled him in by the shirt tails. “Not letting go,” Quatre muttered and arched up when Heero palmed his cock.
“Me either,” Heero grunted, losing his footing for a moment as Quatre shifted and moaned.
“Been wanting this since I first saw you,” Quatre said, hips jerking steadily as Heero made a rhythm. “So stupid. But it seems so long ago.” Heero kissed Quatre, swallowing his cries as Quatre came.
“Not stupid,” Heero said against Quatre’s mouth. “Great. Because I was thinking the same. But this really inappropriate and - ”
“Shh,” Quatre hushed, taking hold of Heero’s right butt cheek and squeezing it. Then slapped it and kissed Heero, taking in Heero’s gasp. While Heero was occupied, Quatre flipped him over and straddled Heero. “Learned a few things while in my army obsession,” Quatre said helpfully, as he finally got rid of his trousers. He reached down and started unbuttoning Heero’s shirt. “I’m glad you went commando.”
“I - yes.”
“You thought I didn’t notice? Of course I noticed!”
“You were occupied at the time,” Heero mumbled, hands clenching at the sheets as Quatre licked at his nipple.
“I always know when I’m getting a package,” Quatre said, moving back several inches and rubbed against Heero’s leaking erection.
“Bad pun,” Heero said, wondering if the sheets could handle how hard he was clutching at them. “Bad…” Heero trailed off as Quatre started to rock back and forth. “I’m.”
“Yeah?” Quatre murmured, reaching down and tugging at Heero’s nipple.
“Coming!” He grunted, hips moving without much restraint. Quatre was smiling however as he rolled off, not wanting to crush Heero.
“Relieved?” Quatre asked, weaving his fingers between Heero’s as Heero slowly unclenched his hands from the sheets.
“In more than you think,” Heero said, squeezing back.