by Hex
Line: "But I don't do that" He paused. "Anymore."
The sun was sinking below the horizon; the world was glowing in a faint orange. The crowd on the boardwalk had thinned a good deal compared to an hour ago. Only a few people milled around rather than the usual crush of bodies. The scene was idealistically romantic. The sky was clear, the beaches white sand had a faint tint and the surf rolled up gently to make a nice soothing background noise.
"I'd like a medium, vanilla, soft ice cream please."
Trowa stared at the way the blonde's lips formed the words. Soft, pink, and slicked by a wet velvet tongue to match. A tongue that darted out and pressed to the middle of the upper lip as the blonde peered through his bangs to stare at Trowa. The brunette flushed and parroted the blonde's order.
He turned around and began making up the ice cream cone. It looked just right; aside from the little extra height he gave it. Vanilla soft serve would go really well with those pink lips. Trowa felt himself blushing at his own thoughts as he handed the blonde his ice cream and then his change. The blonde brushed his lips over the ice creams then licked the substance off.
"So, what time are you done your shift?"
Trowa blinked stupidly for a minute.
"In fifteen minutes." Trowa somehow managed to croak.
"That's wonderful." The blonde said and beamed. " I'll be back in fifteen minutes for you then."
The blonde bounced away and Trowa gaped at him. Trowa had just been picked up. At Work! In his cheesy yellow apron, wearing a navy blue ball cap with a hair net, a black golf shirt and khaki shorts. He was sure the blonde probably didn't see his decaying brown leather sandals. He watched the blonde walk leisurely away from the order window.
Trowa's blonde, because he was now Trowa's for having the guts to hit on the ice cream geek, was sexy. It was hard to judge height because the actually ice cream stand was higher up than the ordering level, Trowa was still fairly certain he was taller. His blonde was wearing a dark blue golf shirt and a pair of black swim shorts. There was a near skip to his step. The blonde seemed rather proud of himself. Trowa wasn't sure how to interpret that so he decided it would be best if he played it cool and indifferent at first.
Trowa puttered around the stand for last few minutes of his shift. He wanted to haul ass out of hell, but he knew Danny, his co-worker, would say something if he left early, the squealing, ass kissing little bastard. Finally his fifteen minutes were up and Trowa was able to quickly ditch his uniform, try and make his hopeless hat hair look presentable and walk outside in about five minutes. The blonde wasn't anywhere in sight. Trowa tried not to be completely disappointed. He should have known it was too good to be true. He should have known that there was no way the blonde was truly interested in him.
Trowa let out a heavy sigh and walked back around the stand and stopped short. His blonde was in the middle of what looked like a lover's spat with a rather sexy looking Chinese man. The both stood fairly close together and agitated gestures were punctuated by intimate touches that demanded the others attention. Trowa tucked himself behind the wall and spied around the corner. It was rude to eavesdrop but it was rude to lead a guy on.
"You what?" The Chinese man snapped. Trowa paused for a minute as he realized the speaker was a guy he had been ogling for the past week. The Chinese man had been by the ice cream stand regularly. His sex appeal had been brightening Trowa's day consistently. He was the same height as the blonde but had straight ink black hair that fell to his shoulders when it wasn't tied back in a ponytail. He had broad shoulders and more of a square stocky body shape rather than the V shaped upper body the blonde had. He was really sexy and Trowa could easily see the value of watching the two of them get horizontal. "You picked up some strange guy?"
"But I don't do that" The blonde paused at the dirty look shot his way. "Anymore."
"Quatre…" The Chinese man growled.
"Wufei, let me make a few random observations for a moment here before we continue this discussion. You hate burgers. You only eat fast food when you're at your most desperate. You're lactose intolerant. And yet, over the past week, you've had three burgers, four ice cream cones, fries and onion rings, which happen to give you indigestion." Quatre folded his arms over his chest. "You know I'm not stupid. And I know how you act when you find someone you're interested in."
Trowa gawked around the corner.
"You didn't." Trowa saw Wufei's lips form the words rather than head them.
"He said he was off in fifteen minutes and that was nearly twenty-five minutes ago. He probably thinks I ditched him. We have to go find him." Quatre said and gave the other man a plaintive look.
"Quatre, that hasn't worked on me in ages." Wufei said, giving the blonde a pointed look. "And what were you going to say to him anyway? I'm Quatre, this is my lover Wufei, he thinks you're attractive and I want to have a threesome. Why don't you come on down to the cabin we rented for kinky sex that will require you to have several parts of your body popped back into place."
"I was thinking something more along the lines of introducing us and offering to wine, dine and romance him until he capitulated and let me do obscene things to him with my tongue while you watched." Quatre replied. It was obvious from the sharp way he said the words he was as frustrated with Wufei and Wufei was with him. Wufei threw his head back and let out a frustrated sound.
"Not everyone thinks the way you do Quatre. A lot of people believe in monogamy or feel uncomfortable about the prospect of a threesome. A lot of people believe that there are rules when it comes to sex and romance and that certain lines shouldn't be crossed. He could find this whole situation really awkward."
"You want him, so do I and I think we should make the offer so he can make his own decisions." Quatre said and brought his chin up a notch. Wufei closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Let's go see if we can find him." Wufei muttered and kicked at a rock that was sitting on the boardwalk.
"If he's gone I'll be very mad at you." Quatre threatened before moving in and stealing a kiss.
"I'm still here." Trowa said, slipping out around the corner. He didn't know what possessed him to reveal the fact that he had eavesdropped, but it was worth it to see both of them a little shocked. The blonde recovered first and gave him a sly smile.
"How long were you standing there?" The question sounded more like a challenge.
"Long enough." Trowa shrugged.
"So you're in the habit of eavesdropping?" Wufei asked, looking just a little ruffled and embarrassed.
"Only when it's to my advantage." Trowa literally bit his tongue after that comment. He couldn't believe he had said that out loud.
Quatre laughed as he walked over. He took Trowa's hand and tugged on it.
"Come with us." He whispered.
"Yeah."
Was the only reply Trowa could manage.
And you guys get to imagine the rest because it's a drabble and not a fic *polishes halo*
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