[GW] Like, Like Liking [Quatre+Trowa, ensemble] [PG]
Title: Like, Like Liking
Fandom: GW
Pairing: Quatre+Trowa, ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: pure senseless fluff of the school!fic variety. Overuse of the word 'like'.
Notes: written for challenge 252 of gw500 .
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"Like," Duo said and paused. Quatre and Duo were studying in the library for their all important biology exam.
Quatre looked up from his biology textbook gave him a curious glance. "Like what?"
"It is totally true, isn't it?" Duo said.
"What is?"
"That you like like Trowa Barton!" Duo leaned back and grinned.
"So not true," Quatre said and returned to his biology textbook. Interestingly enough it was the biological structure of man. Times had changed. Quatre went to a liberal school. They included naked pictures in their textbooks. The school board thought their teenage students could handle the naked human form.
Quatre blushed. The school board was wrong.
"So you like Trowa Barton," Dorothy mused. Quatre jumped in his chair.
"I really wish you would stop sneaking up on me and whispering your dark thought into my ear," Quatre said.
"But it is, like, so much fun!" Dorothy said. She eyed their textbooks. "Biology, eh? I tend to learn more by example than book learning."
"Did so not need to know that," Quatre said, sinking in his chair.
"Hmm," Dorothy hummed thoughtfully. "So does Trowa know?"
"No!" Quatre exclaimed. Duo and Dorothy exchanged triumphant glances. Quatre tried to rally to his defence. "I mean, he can't know something that isn't true." Dorothy raised one artfully plucked brow. The sleaze in Duo's expression surpassed the rating of most family friendly movies. "I hate the both of you."
Dorothy laughed. It was mildly terrifying. "You so like him!"
"Who does he like?" Heero asked. Trowa was one step behind him. Quatre stared at the ground, wondering desperately why it wasn't swallowing whole. Surely hell would be a better experience than this?
"My lips are, like, totally sealed," Dorothy said, miming closing her lips with a zipper.
"Like me too," Duo chimed in.
All eyes turned to Quatre. He took a deep breath.
"You. I like you," Quatre said, raising his head.
Heero looked flabbergasted. "Um. You know that Duo and I, well, um, you know?"
"Hands off, Winner," Duo said, snaking an arm around Heero's waist.
"No! Not Heero! Trowa! I like Trowa," Quatre said.
"...Oh," Heero said.
"I see," Trowa murmured. "Quatre, do you mind if we have a chat in private for a moment?"
Quatre took a deep breath. And smiled. It looked like a dead person smiling. Trowa was the only one who didn't recoil. "Sure," he said, attempting good cheer. It generally failed.
They left, leaving the rest to gossip.
"I won't act on it or anything, I mean, I wish I could but. I don't want you to feel discomforted or anything. That's the last thing I want you to feel. I want you to be happy but if you don't want to be friends anymore, I. Totally understand. Really," Quatre said.
Trowa raised one brow. "Did you ever wonder how the rumour got around that you liked me?
Quatre mutely shook his head.
"I started it," Trowa said, stepping closer to Quatre. Quatre automatically stepped backwards and was pushed against a bookcase.
"You started it? Why?" Quatre asked. It came off rather more high pitched than he would have liked. But what with the close proximity to Trowa, Quatre was proud that he wasn't jumping the uni-banged boy.
"I wanted to see if you like liked me," Trowa said simply.
"Oh," Quatre said. "Why?"
"Cos," Trowa said, "I like like you." He then kissed Quatre.
Several long moments later, Quatre gasped out, "You could have just asked."
"But where's the fun in that?" Trowa said and kissed Quatre again.
Quatre couldn't argue with the results, that's for sure. And it turned out that Trowa was an excellent real life example for studying for his upcoming biology test.
He later aced the test.
Fandom: GW
Pairing: Quatre+Trowa, ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: pure senseless fluff of the school!fic variety. Overuse of the word 'like'.
Notes: written for challenge 252 of gw500 .
***
"Like," Duo said and paused. Quatre and Duo were studying in the library for their all important biology exam.
Quatre looked up from his biology textbook gave him a curious glance. "Like what?"
"It is totally true, isn't it?" Duo said.
"What is?"
"That you like like Trowa Barton!" Duo leaned back and grinned.
"So not true," Quatre said and returned to his biology textbook. Interestingly enough it was the biological structure of man. Times had changed. Quatre went to a liberal school. They included naked pictures in their textbooks. The school board thought their teenage students could handle the naked human form.
Quatre blushed. The school board was wrong.
"So you like Trowa Barton," Dorothy mused. Quatre jumped in his chair.
"I really wish you would stop sneaking up on me and whispering your dark thought into my ear," Quatre said.
"But it is, like, so much fun!" Dorothy said. She eyed their textbooks. "Biology, eh? I tend to learn more by example than book learning."
"Did so not need to know that," Quatre said, sinking in his chair.
"Hmm," Dorothy hummed thoughtfully. "So does Trowa know?"
"No!" Quatre exclaimed. Duo and Dorothy exchanged triumphant glances. Quatre tried to rally to his defence. "I mean, he can't know something that isn't true." Dorothy raised one artfully plucked brow. The sleaze in Duo's expression surpassed the rating of most family friendly movies. "I hate the both of you."
Dorothy laughed. It was mildly terrifying. "You so like him!"
"Who does he like?" Heero asked. Trowa was one step behind him. Quatre stared at the ground, wondering desperately why it wasn't swallowing whole. Surely hell would be a better experience than this?
"My lips are, like, totally sealed," Dorothy said, miming closing her lips with a zipper.
"Like me too," Duo chimed in.
All eyes turned to Quatre. He took a deep breath.
"You. I like you," Quatre said, raising his head.
Heero looked flabbergasted. "Um. You know that Duo and I, well, um, you know?"
"Hands off, Winner," Duo said, snaking an arm around Heero's waist.
"No! Not Heero! Trowa! I like Trowa," Quatre said.
"...Oh," Heero said.
"I see," Trowa murmured. "Quatre, do you mind if we have a chat in private for a moment?"
Quatre took a deep breath. And smiled. It looked like a dead person smiling. Trowa was the only one who didn't recoil. "Sure," he said, attempting good cheer. It generally failed.
They left, leaving the rest to gossip.
"I won't act on it or anything, I mean, I wish I could but. I don't want you to feel discomforted or anything. That's the last thing I want you to feel. I want you to be happy but if you don't want to be friends anymore, I. Totally understand. Really," Quatre said.
Trowa raised one brow. "Did you ever wonder how the rumour got around that you liked me?
Quatre mutely shook his head.
"I started it," Trowa said, stepping closer to Quatre. Quatre automatically stepped backwards and was pushed against a bookcase.
"You started it? Why?" Quatre asked. It came off rather more high pitched than he would have liked. But what with the close proximity to Trowa, Quatre was proud that he wasn't jumping the uni-banged boy.
"I wanted to see if you like liked me," Trowa said simply.
"Oh," Quatre said. "Why?"
"Cos," Trowa said, "I like like you." He then kissed Quatre.
Several long moments later, Quatre gasped out, "You could have just asked."
"But where's the fun in that?" Trowa said and kissed Quatre again.
Quatre couldn't argue with the results, that's for sure. And it turned out that Trowa was an excellent real life example for studying for his upcoming biology test.
He later aced the test.