Disclaimers and warnings in first part
ADVANCED RESERVATIONS – PART 3
His skin was on fire, sliding against satin that was just as slick with sweat as his own. Loose hair surrounded him, clinging to his body and cocooning both of them as slender yet strong hands traveled the width of his chest, followed by a moist, wet tongue. He cried out when a mouth encircled a nipple, tongue teasing it mercilessly. “OH! God, Duo. I've wanted you for so long. To be able to touch you, taste you…” he trailed off into a helpless moan as Duo worked his way up Trowa's chest, collarbone, neck, and then latching onto his ear.
“Then touch me, Trowa. Taste me,” Duo whispered hotly into his ear.
At the command, Trowa couldn't fight his desires any longer. He rolled them so he was on top of the other man, feasting on his mouth, dipping his tongue inside the warm cavern. Duo groaned, his body writhing under Trowa's own, his hands moving on Trowa's body, never stopping their wonderful torture. Trowa broke the kiss, his breathing harsh, and pulled back to look at the man he held captive. Violet eyes were nearly black, half-lidded, and his breath caught for a moment. He leaned down, once again, this kiss soft and tender, all his feelings and emotions coming through the contact, he heart leaping when feeling the emotions returned.
Slowly, he kissed his way to the other mans ear, exploring the lobe before moving on. When he got to Duo's chest, his eyes widened at the silver that pierced both nipples. “Oh god,” he whimpered, wondering if he had seen anything more erotic in his life. Carefully, he rolled his tongue around one ring, then the other, reveling in the cries of pleasure coming from Duo. He suckled gently then experimentally pulled the ring slightly with his teeth, smiling when he heard Duo groan loudly, his body tensing. “Looks like I found a weak spot,” he murmured, tilting his head to watch the American before exploiting the weakness thoroughly.
They explored each other for what seemed like forever. When Duo rolled them and took Trowa's erection into his mouth, Trowa's cry echoed across the room. He knew that he couldn't hold back under the sweet torment. He had wanted this for so long. Had wanted Duo for so many years and it had been a long time since he had been touched by anyone in an intimate way. In the end, he didn't fight it, threading his fingers into the other man's hair and letting Duo take him over the edge of oblivion.
“Wake up! I can't believe you overslept today of all days! Duo, where the hell are you?”
Trowa woke up at the sound of the slamming door, groaning at the subsequent yelling. It wasn't long before he could hear Duo giving a groan of his own as he came out of his room.
“Dammit, Car. Shut the fuck up or you'll wake up Trowa,” he hissed at the woman.
“So where is he, boss? Did you manage to talk him into bed with you? I know you wanted to.”
Trowa's head shot up, remembering the dream he had had that night. It had felt so real, and amazing, and magical. His blood began to heat as he recalled his dream and he forcefully, but with regret, pushed it from his mind so he could hear the conversation in the room beyond his door.
“He's in the guest room. Mind you own, kid,” Duo sounded tired.
“Boss, you need to tell him,” Car spoke softly, making Trowa strain to hear, feeling slightly guilty for eavesdropping, but not enough to stop. “He should know.”
“He told me last night he's in love with somebody, all right? Please let it go, Car, please,” he had never heard Duo sound so dejected.
“Duo-“
“Why are you here, Car?”
There was a moment of silence and Trowa could imagine Car fighting with herself. Her voice was all business when she spoke again. “You have a meeting with the Felders people in a half hour.”
“Jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick! I can't believe I forgot.”
There was the sound of footsteps running, followed by a door opening and closing. Trowa listened for a moment, smiling as he visualized Duo running around in an effort to get ready in a hurry. He had a feeling that Car wouldn't be able to keep quiet for long, so he remained by the door, listening carefully. He was proved right seconds later.
“Duo, you forgot, its okay. I can call and tell them you'll be a few minutes late because you had a morning meeting that went over,” she said, ignoring the constant stream of curses coming from her boss. “You have every right to be late one day when the cause is the fact that you got to see a friend you haven't seen in years.”
“Car…” Duo's voice had a warning note in it.
Not surprisingly, she ignored the tone, continuing what she wanted to say. “Especially if it's the man you've been in love with for years.”
Sudden silence filled the apartment, broken by a sound that was part moan, part sob. The sound was quickly aborted, but not before Trowa's heart took a journey into his throat, ears straining to hear what happened next, his own breath seeming unnaturally loud to him.
“Car, you have no idea how much it hurts to know that I can never have him the way I want to,” the American sounded so sad, it caused Trowa pain. “It's so good to see him, but it hurts so much at the same time.”
“I know, baby,” her voice was sad, telling Trowa that she had experienced heartbreak of her own in the past.
Trowa wanted to go tell Duo how he felt, but he couldn't get his legs to cooperate, the shock of discovering how the American really felt forcing him into immobility, his mind whirling. He sat there, his thoughts scattering in all directions, trying to understand why Duo was so upset when Trowa had told him plainly that he would have been welcome to share the shower with him the previous evening.
When understanding finally hit him, his eyes went wide. He had told Duo he was in love with someone other than Quatre, and had been for a long time. Duo had apparently never considered himself as a candidate for Trowa's affections.
He almost rushed out of his room, stopping with a swiftness that caused him to stagger. What could he possibly offer Duo? He had a few days before his bodyguard duty had to be addressed, but what happened after that? He would have to return to his own home, in another state, across the country.
At that thought his mind paused, turning over the situation. Was DC really his home? He had lived there for the last seven months, but it really didn't feel like home. It was just where he stayed between assignments. There was really nothing there that he couldn't live without. No close friends, no family, no belongings that meant a great deal to him.
This apartment felt more like home than the one he lived in, and he could see himself coming back after a hard day of work. He could see himself taking Duo into his arms at the end of the day, all problems disappearing in the refuge of the other man's embrace. He could see himself in the restaurant, waiting for Duo to be done while passing the time talking to Car. Thinking about it, he could even see himself working beside Duo after leaving his own job for the day, five or even ten years down the road.
He didn't know how long he sat there, envisioning his life as it could be, but he finally shook his head, clearing the possibilities of what could be in the future. First, he had to deal with the present. He threw open his door, rushing into the main part of the apartment, intent on telling Duo everything. The sound of total silence stopped him in his tracks.
Apparently, while he had been lost in his thoughts, Duo and Car had left the apartment. With a sound of frustration, he took a few minutes to look around in Duo's home, smiling a little when he saw the note on the kitchen counter, a key lying beside it. His smile widened as he read what had been wrote for him.
Trowa,
Didn't want to wake you before I left, we were up late and I wanted you to get some rest. I'll be back this afternoon, once I get some meetings taken care of, probably around 3 or so. If you want to stay here until you have to report for work, I would be glad to have you here. I left a key for you just in case you need to leave and wanted to come back. If you decide not to stay here, stop by the restaurant when your assignment is over. I would like to see you again before you leave.
Yours,
Duo
Trowa picked up the key, holding the small object in the palm of his hand, his eyes wistful. Decisively, he turned back to his own room to get dressed in his wrinkled uniform. He had some things to take care of before Duo got back.