For Aoi-chan...
Jan. 18th, 2002 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater... for she is kind in letting me dump my problems on her. And she will get drunk with me tomorrow.
More Wu!angst. Cut for length.
Unfortunately for Wufei, "friends" wasn't the thing he wanted to be with Duo.
More and more often than was probably healthy, Wufei's thoughts would turn to the braided boy. It was as if he could not remove the sight of shining violet eyes, flowing chestnut hair, and a wide smile from the forefront of his thoughts.
It had been even worse when he had woken up this morning.
Yet again forced to share a bed (which both boys were rapidly becoming immune to, and perhaps even expecting), Wufei had awoken from his sleep with Duo curled up against him. The American had been a warm armful, his head tucked up neatly under Wufei's chin and his left arm draped across Wufei's torso. Wufei had been startled at first. Though they had often shared a bed together, and understood that sometimes they would be forced to touch each other in their sleep because of space difficulties, Wufei had never woken up in quite this position before. Oh, he understood now that the braided boy happened to be a cuddler. That fact alone had caused a few embarassing moments in the past until the boys decided that no harm had come of it. Indeed, the night had been cold and they had both come in from tiring missions. If Duo's dreams disturbed him so much that he needed comfort, Wufei was honored to be trusted with that action.
But this morning... this morning Wufei had woken up with his arms around Duo.
That had never happened before. While the Chinese boy was okay with being used as a pillow or teddy bear by his friend, he had never before returned the gesture. But this morning, Wufei had awoken with Duo in his embrace.
And he had enjoyed the feeling immensely.
Wufei had actually lounged in the bed rather than rising, contenting himself with the warm armful. Having Duo's body fitted so snugly against his had made Wufei almost giddy with sensation. He had stroked his hands across Duo's sleep-tangled braid, softly pushed away chestnut bangs away from Duo's sleeping face, and simply watch the other boy as he slept. Then Wufei's traitorous body had betrayed him and Wufei had been forced to extract himself from the comfort of the thick blankets and into the cold confines of the shower cubicle.
And then he had to take matters into his own hands, as it were.
Which was why Wufei was currently standing under a tepid spray of water, his forehead pressed against the cool tiles.
More Wu!angst. Cut for length.
Unfortunately for Wufei, "friends" wasn't the thing he wanted to be with Duo.
More and more often than was probably healthy, Wufei's thoughts would turn to the braided boy. It was as if he could not remove the sight of shining violet eyes, flowing chestnut hair, and a wide smile from the forefront of his thoughts.
It had been even worse when he had woken up this morning.
Yet again forced to share a bed (which both boys were rapidly becoming immune to, and perhaps even expecting), Wufei had awoken from his sleep with Duo curled up against him. The American had been a warm armful, his head tucked up neatly under Wufei's chin and his left arm draped across Wufei's torso. Wufei had been startled at first. Though they had often shared a bed together, and understood that sometimes they would be forced to touch each other in their sleep because of space difficulties, Wufei had never woken up in quite this position before. Oh, he understood now that the braided boy happened to be a cuddler. That fact alone had caused a few embarassing moments in the past until the boys decided that no harm had come of it. Indeed, the night had been cold and they had both come in from tiring missions. If Duo's dreams disturbed him so much that he needed comfort, Wufei was honored to be trusted with that action.
But this morning... this morning Wufei had woken up with his arms around Duo.
That had never happened before. While the Chinese boy was okay with being used as a pillow or teddy bear by his friend, he had never before returned the gesture. But this morning, Wufei had awoken with Duo in his embrace.
And he had enjoyed the feeling immensely.
Wufei had actually lounged in the bed rather than rising, contenting himself with the warm armful. Having Duo's body fitted so snugly against his had made Wufei almost giddy with sensation. He had stroked his hands across Duo's sleep-tangled braid, softly pushed away chestnut bangs away from Duo's sleeping face, and simply watch the other boy as he slept. Then Wufei's traitorous body had betrayed him and Wufei had been forced to extract himself from the comfort of the thick blankets and into the cold confines of the shower cubicle.
And then he had to take matters into his own hands, as it were.
Which was why Wufei was currently standing under a tepid spray of water, his forehead pressed against the cool tiles.
