Wufei smiled slightly. “It did strike me as odd, yes,” he agreed, and then scowled, “but they seem to be evening the score, by delaying most of the con functions.”
“Come on, Barton!” Wufei called impatiently. “The video room is closing. They’re not going to be showing anything more!”
After a few minutes, Trowa emerged from the room, moving a little more stiffly than usual due to having sat in one place for so long. There was a glazed, almost dreamy expression on his face as he walked towards the others.
“Well, Trowa?” Quatre asked him. “Did you have a good time?”
Without answering, the tall boy turned towards Quatre, and in a few quick steps had crossed the distance to the blond pilot. “Trowa?” Quatre asked, a little nervously. “What are you -- mmph.” The rest of his words were cut off as Trowa swept the other boy neatly off his feet, bending him backwards as he attached himself in a long, deep kiss. Startled, Quatre’s hands clutched at the front of Trowa’s turtleneck, but his resistance quickly melted.
Wufei cleared his throat noisily, and Duo looked up at the ceiling, whistling. Thirty seconds passed, and then a full minute, by which point they had gathered a small but appreciative audience.
Seeing their expression, Heero gulped nervously, but Duo grinned. “Looks like he picked something up from all those videos,” he suggested slyly.
At last, the two broke their clinch, to much cheering and clapping, which was ignored. Gripping Trowa’s hands tightly, Quatre reached up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna see what I bought in the dealer’s room?” he said suggestively. Trowa nodded, enthusiastically, and the two nearly broke into a run as they scrambled for the elevators.
Suddenly, Duo snapped his fingers as though remembering something, and pelted off after the two. “Quatre! Oi, Quatre!”
He caught up to them just as the elevator doors were closing, and stuck his foot between them. Quatre stuck his head out of the elevator, looking somewhat annoyed. “What is it, Duo?” he said breathlessly.
Duo reached into his pocket and dragged out the Hello Kitty vibrator, shoving it into Quatre’s hands. “Just thought you would need this more than me,” he smirked, and let the elevator doors close.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Wufei smiled slightly. “It did strike me as odd, yes,” he agreed, and then scowled, “but they seem to be evening the score, by delaying most of the con functions.”
“Come on, Barton!” Wufei called impatiently. “The video room is closing. They’re not going to be showing anything more!”
After a few minutes, Trowa emerged from the room, moving a little more stiffly than usual due to having sat in one place for so long. There was a glazed, almost dreamy expression on his face as he walked towards the others.
“Well, Trowa?” Quatre asked him. “Did you have a good time?”
Without answering, the tall boy turned towards Quatre, and in a few quick steps had crossed the distance to the blond pilot. “Trowa?” Quatre asked, a little nervously. “What are you -- mmph.” The rest of his words were cut off as Trowa swept the other boy neatly off his feet, bending him backwards as he attached himself in a long, deep kiss. Startled, Quatre’s hands clutched at the front of Trowa’s turtleneck, but his resistance quickly melted.
Wufei cleared his throat noisily, and Duo looked up at the ceiling, whistling. Thirty seconds passed, and then a full minute, by which point they had gathered a small but appreciative audience.
Seeing their expression, Heero gulped nervously, but Duo grinned. “Looks like he picked something up from all those videos,” he suggested slyly.
At last, the two broke their clinch, to much cheering and clapping, which was ignored. Gripping Trowa’s hands tightly, Quatre reached up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna see what I bought in the dealer’s room?” he said suggestively. Trowa nodded, enthusiastically, and the two nearly broke into a run as they scrambled for the elevators.
Suddenly, Duo snapped his fingers as though remembering something, and pelted off after the two. “Quatre! Oi, Quatre!”
He caught up to them just as the elevator doors were closing, and stuck his foot between them. Quatre stuck his head out of the elevator, looking somewhat annoyed. “What is it, Duo?” he said breathlessly.
Duo reached into his pocket and dragged out the Hello Kitty vibrator, shoving it into Quatre’s hands. “Just thought you would need this more than me,” he smirked, and let the elevator doors close.