Author: Zazu
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi
Pairings: 3x4
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Not beta-read. This is for Sharon, for the prompt "Quatre getting drunk on eggnog, and Trowa overhearing him saying something interesting". I took a bit of liberty with this, so I hope you don't mind, Sharon!!
Eggnog Strategist
Religiously speak, Quatre didn't really celebrate Christmas.
But the holiday was so secular now anyway, it was always the perfect opportunity to see his friends and his family. And to eat certain foods that were only available during this time of year, like candy canes, gingerbread cookies and eggnog.
Quatre particularly enjoyed eggnog, even if he'd only tried it once last Christmas. He was looking forward to trying it again.
This year, he was hosting a small gathering between his closest friends and family. They had just gathered to spend some time catching up; the actual dinner party would take place tomorrow night.
The gathering had already been going on for two hours. Quatre was itching to try the candy cane eggnog that one of the Maguanacs had walked by talking about, but Relena come up to talk to him and he didn't want to be impolite. He'd been talking to his sisters, to the Maguanacs, to the other ex-Gundam pilots, and his throat was quite dry. When Relena stepped away to take a phone call, Quatre took his chance to go to the food and drinks table.
Picking up one of the small glasses by the label that read 'candy cane eggnog', he took a sip. He decided that he did like the drink, but would prefer the candy cane taste separate from it.
Spotting a bottle that was opened, and realizing with a quick glance at the table that all other varieties of eggnog were gone, Quatre poured himself a glass. He sipped it and perked up immediately. Something was different about this one. He tried it again and decided that he really liked it. He poured himself a second cup and finished it before pouring a third. Just as he was about to read the label, someone clapped him over the shoulder.
"Quatre!"
"Duo," he turned, setting the bottle down to give his friend and one-armed hug. "How are you?"
"Excellent, and thirsty!"
"Eggnog?" Quatre asked. "Have you tried the candy cane one?"
"Nope. Let me try it," Duo picked up the glass and sipped it. He made a face. "Okay. Not bad, but I prefer it plain."
"Try this one," Quatre said, pouring some into the emptied glass. He refilled his own as well and drank it down.
"Where's Trowa?"
"He was on the phone with Cathy. She couldn't make it to this gathering."
"That's too bad," Duo commented as he took a sip. "Mm, this is good! What is it?"
"Eggnog," Quatre said. "More?" He refilled Duo's glass again, and his own, before he set the bottle down and walked along the table.
"Quatre!" Duo suddenly exclaimed. "You...You spiked our eggnog?!"
"I did not!" Quatre huffed. "I only poured it from the bottle. You saw me!" It was only then that Quatre noticed he was feeling a little warm.
Duo was reading the label, and then he began to laugh. "This is alcoholic!" Duo looked up at Quatre.
He had an okay resistance to things like beer, but the one alcoholic drink he couldn't hold a candle to was...
"It has rum in it!"
Quatre was about to set his glass down, but the eggnog had tasted good. Besides, he'd only had a little, so what difference would it make if he finished off that glass? Doing just that, he set the glass down on a table. Duo was still laughing and slung his arm around Quatre's shoulders.
"Nice one, Quatre," Duo said. "This stuff is great!"
Quatre nodded, finding Duo's laughter infectious. "It did taste really good," he admitted as he surveyed the other foods. Picking up a small gingerbread cookie, he munched on it before he found a small tree adorned with small candy canes. He picked one up and unwrapped it.
"Are you all right?" Duo asked. "You're all red."
"I'm fine," Quatre answered with a big smile. "A little rum won't hurt me."
"Oh gosh, you've a low tolerance for rum, I remember now!" Duo was laughing again. "This is too good," he said, pulling Quatre out of the room and away from any potential eavesdroppers.
"Why are we leaving the gathering?"
"Because you're one of my best friends, and I know you're a talkative drunk. I don't think you want to make a fool of yourself, as funny as that would be."
"I'm not drunk. I'm just slightly tipsy. Maybe. There's a difference, you know, drunk and tipsy." Quatre glared. "I'm perfectly fine. I can watch my mouth." He sucked on the candy cane, enjoying the flavours.
"The last time you said you were tipsy, Quatre, you confessed to Trowa. Not that it's a bad thing, and it's not like you didn't confess again when you were sober, but you were pretty horrified that he first heard it when you were tipsy." Duo leaned against the wall.
"I wasn't that tipsy then! I knew what I was saying!"
"But Trowa wasn't all that sure."
Quatre glared again.
"And the time you were drunk, do you remember that?" Duo snickered. "Before you confessed to Trowa. The first time you had rum."
"You weren't there the first time I had rum!"
"I was there the first time you were drunk from rum," Duo clarified.
"You were not!"
Duo raised an eyebrow. "Tell me how I know that you want Trowa to stop wearing those super tight jeans, as good as they look on him, because you thought the would be hard to take off if you were to have sex with him."
Quatre felt his face heat up more. "Well, they turned out not to be that hard to take off! I've become good at it!"
Duo burst out laughing again. "And you say you aren't tipsy!"
"I'm not!" Quatre insisted.
"Then don't tell me how good you are at stripping Trowa! I mean, the next thing you know, you'll be telling me what you want to do to him this Christmas!"
In reflection, Quatre could see that he'd fallen straight into Duo's trap; being tipsy did make him speak before he thought of the consequences.
"I want to trace his body with a candy cane and lick the trail."
Duo was shaking his head, his braid swinging back and forth. "Just don't stick it where the sun don't shine, Quatre, it might not be a good idea."
"I think Trowa would taste good as a candy cane. Besides, it'd probably turn him on to see me sucking on one," Quatre mused. "I want to get some more eggnog." He turned towards the door to the gathering room, his head still tilted in Duo's direction. "The candy cane kind then, which doesn't have rum."
"You've an obsession with candy canes," Duo said. "And watch where you're going."
Quatre bumped into someone and he quickly looked to see who it was. "Trowa! Are you done calling Cathy?"
"Yes," Trowa answered. "What are you doing out here?"
"Talking to Duo," Quatre grinned. "Come on, let's go back for more eggnog."
"I think you've had enough," Trowa murmured, pulling Quatre towards the staircase. He ignored Duo's laughter and took Quatre back to their room. He handed an uncapped water bottle to Quatre, and Quatre sighed, taking a long drink from it.
Trowa took the bottle back when Quatre was done and set it aside. Then, he sat down on the bed, pulling Quatre down in his lap. Nuzzling Quatre, Trowa smiled. "You want me to taste like candy cane?"
Quatre gasped. "What?!"
"I don't mind," Trowa said, taking Quatre's candy cane from him. Trailing the end across his lips, he leaned in and kissed Quatre.
Quatre hummed, licking Trowa's lips. Then, he pulled back. "Is it okay to leave everyone downstairs like that?"
"Yes. It's probably about to break up anyway. And you're on a business call that couldn't wait," Trowa said smoothly. "So, let's test your theory on how good I'd taste with a candy cane trail."
"I think we'll need more candy canes. Or at least, the bigger ones."
Trowa gestured to the bedside table where two larger candy canes were. "I know how much you like them."
Quatre grinned. "I think you like them too. Or you will learn to like them."
"We'll see about that."
Quatre's second reflection was that it would have been a bad idea to put the candy cane into any other orifice that wasn't his or Trowa's mouth, but tracing it around Trowa's opening had been fun. His third reflection was that Trowa did indeed like seeing him suck on the candy cane as he slowly rode his lover.
He made a mental note to avoid getting drunk around Duo so he would never confess these private secrets to his friend, no matter how close they were.
And, he decided as he lay with his head pillowed on his lover's chest, perhaps neither Duo nor Trowa had to know that he'd developed a better tolerance for rum and hadn't been tipsy at all.
After all, he was a strategist and he'd known just how long Trowa would be on the phone based on Cathy's performance schedule, and he knew Duo well enough that his friend would take him to the hall where he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of more than an audience of one...or in this case, two.
Mentally patting himself on the back for a good plan and good execution of said plan, he closed his eyes, licking his lips and still tasting a bit of candy cane and Trowa, and followed his lover into the dreamscape.
OWARI
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