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[FIC] GW: Tomorrow
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karabahdream, for her birthday. It wasn't quite what you asked, but I hope you like it anyway...
Tomorrow
Pairing: 5x4
Rating: PG-13
Words: 468
Summary: ‘How could he, Chang Wufei, have fallen in love with Quatre Winner, of all people?’
Hands trailed down his skin, baby-soft with calluses from frequent use of guns and Gundam controls. The contrast was startling, the alternating texture of rough and smooth maddened him and he breathed a name. A teasing smile, angelic and mischievous at the same time, lit his lover’s lips as he kissed his way down before stopping just before his reddening length. He thrashed, moaning, as he was licked from root to tip, crying out his lover’s name,
“Quat…”
“…tre” he awoke, panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Wufei sighed, flopping down onto the bed once more, staring up towards the ceiling but not truly seeing it.
He had been having those dreams for days… weeks now. He wanted them to stop, wanted them to stop torturing him with things that would never come to pass. He knew the reason for them, of course, but it was the reasons themselves that puzzled him. How could he, Chang Wufei, have fallen in love with Quatre Winner, of all people?
He sighed softly as he curled within himself, drawing the blankets tighter around himself, forming a warm cocoon. It was almost as if he wanted to keep out the world. Was it to keep others out, he wondered cynically, or was it to keep himself in?
He suspected the latter.
Turning, he faced the wall as he mused in silence. He had been having such dreams of Quatre for weeks now, dreams of the blond as his lover. He sighed again, trying to tell himself that Winner… no, Quatre, was a comrade, a friend, and nothing more. He knew a lie when he heard one, and that was a lie, and a horribly embarrassing and badly told one at that.
Could it be that his subconscious was trying to tell him something? It had been greatly debated that dreams showed people what their subconscious thought they needed. He snorted at the thought, but a small frisson of hope ran through him nonetheless. Could it be that he was supposed to confront Quatre about the dreams? Could it be that there was a chance that Quatre loved him also? He doubted it.
There was no harm in trying, a small voice said in the back of his mind. All he could lose was his pride and possibly Quatre’s friendship, after all, thought back sarcastically. The thought remained however, as he tossed and turned and tried to go back to sleep. He lay on his back, facing the ceiling once more as he sighed.
Perhaps… Perhaps tomorrow… Perhaps tomorrow he would tell Quatre how he felt about him. Perhaps tomorrow he would realize that his unrequited love might not be unrequited after all…
He closed his eyes, drifting off the sleep as one last thought floated through his mind.
Tomorrow…
Owari
karabahdream, for her birthday. It wasn't quite what you asked, but I hope you like it anyway... Tomorrow
Pairing: 5x4
Rating: PG-13
Words: 468
Summary: ‘How could he, Chang Wufei, have fallen in love with Quatre Winner, of all people?’
Hands trailed down his skin, baby-soft with calluses from frequent use of guns and Gundam controls. The contrast was startling, the alternating texture of rough and smooth maddened him and he breathed a name. A teasing smile, angelic and mischievous at the same time, lit his lover’s lips as he kissed his way down before stopping just before his reddening length. He thrashed, moaning, as he was licked from root to tip, crying out his lover’s name,
“Quat…”
“…tre” he awoke, panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Wufei sighed, flopping down onto the bed once more, staring up towards the ceiling but not truly seeing it.
He had been having those dreams for days… weeks now. He wanted them to stop, wanted them to stop torturing him with things that would never come to pass. He knew the reason for them, of course, but it was the reasons themselves that puzzled him. How could he, Chang Wufei, have fallen in love with Quatre Winner, of all people?
He sighed softly as he curled within himself, drawing the blankets tighter around himself, forming a warm cocoon. It was almost as if he wanted to keep out the world. Was it to keep others out, he wondered cynically, or was it to keep himself in?
He suspected the latter.
Turning, he faced the wall as he mused in silence. He had been having such dreams of Quatre for weeks now, dreams of the blond as his lover. He sighed again, trying to tell himself that Winner… no, Quatre, was a comrade, a friend, and nothing more. He knew a lie when he heard one, and that was a lie, and a horribly embarrassing and badly told one at that.
Could it be that his subconscious was trying to tell him something? It had been greatly debated that dreams showed people what their subconscious thought they needed. He snorted at the thought, but a small frisson of hope ran through him nonetheless. Could it be that he was supposed to confront Quatre about the dreams? Could it be that there was a chance that Quatre loved him also? He doubted it.
There was no harm in trying, a small voice said in the back of his mind. All he could lose was his pride and possibly Quatre’s friendship, after all, thought back sarcastically. The thought remained however, as he tossed and turned and tried to go back to sleep. He lay on his back, facing the ceiling once more as he sighed.
Perhaps… Perhaps tomorrow… Perhaps tomorrow he would tell Quatre how he felt about him. Perhaps tomorrow he would realize that his unrequited love might not be unrequited after all…
He closed his eyes, drifting off the sleep as one last thought floated through his mind.
Tomorrow…
Owari