by Gina Lin
He was doing it again, thought Trowa. True, the weightlessness of a typical shuttle trip seemed to be conducive to relaxation, or in Wufei's case, meditation. He gazed thoughtfully at Wufei's serenely composed features, arms folded, as he floated a few inches above the co-pilot's seat.
Suddenly Trowa realized he was looking into sharp dark eyes, one elegant eyebrow raised ironically at him. He coughed in embarrassment. Busted.
"There are basically two reasons people stare, you know." Wufei's voice held a hint of humor, and Trowa offered a small, sheepish smile.
"Hostility is one reason. Interest is the other. Can I assume that you're not interested in provoking a fight?" A smirk accompanied the question.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have been staring at you. I was….curious, is all." Trowa folded his arms across his chest in a characteristic pose of defensiveness that Wufei was very familiar with by now.
"Am I so forbidding that you can't ask me about whatever it is?" Wufei stood and stretched catlike in the low gravity, bouncing slightly with the motion. Trowa was momentarily mesmerized by the contraction of sleek muscles under Wufei's black silk tank.
"No, no, not at all. I just wondered what you think about when you're like that, is all."
"You mean when I'm meditating?" Wufei was performing an orchestrated series of movements that he had seen before, katas.
"Yes, if it's not too personal."
Wufei surprised him by laughing sharply, and pausing in his fluid movements.
"Trowa, we've practically been living together for weeks during this mission, I doubt I've ever been more `personal' with anyone for quite some time."
"You know what I mean." Trowa ducked his head, silky bangs flopping forward to obscure his features.
"Actually, I try to think as little as possible when meditating. That's more or less the point." Wufei resumed his exacting movements, Trowa watching.
"Sounds useful." Trowa shrugged his shoulders, arms dropping to his lap.
"Would you like to learn?" Wufei paused and wiped a hand across his forehead. A faint sheen of perspiration had developed with his exertions.
"Do you think I could?"
"Certainly, I don't see why not. It's simply a matter of controlling one's breathing and a few other physical responses."
"You make it sound so easy." Trowa chuckled. "I have a feeling that it's not."
"Nothing worthwhile is easy." Wufei sat down across from him again in the other seat, with an appraising look.
"Give me your hands." Wufei held out his hands. Trowa slowly complied, grasping the offered hands lightly. A warm tingle spread from his fingertips and ended up somewhere in his chest. He was acutely conscious of the calluses on Wufei's palms and fingertips, the dark, lushly lashed eyes regarding him solemnly, the few drops of sweat lingering on the other man's upper lip.
He inhaled sharply, and a spicy essence combined of Wufei and some subtle cologne added to the heightened sensations he was experiencing. He swallowed, trying to focus on the other man's words.
"Breathe with me, follow me. Clear your thoughts, nothing exists but the sound of my voice, trust me."
Soon, they were breathing in and out in unison, and Trowa's whole focus had become the mellow tenor of Wufei's voice, the warmth of his hands, the quiet rush of his own blood in his ears.
"That was very good." A hand rested lightly on his chest, and Trowa slowly opened his eyes.
"Amazing." He blinked rapidly, and Wufei answered with a small twitch of a smile.
"Welcome back." He still held Trowa's other hand.
"I may need that later." Trowa looked pointedly at his hand, held lightly by Wufei.
"I'm not finished with it yet." Deliberately, his eyes never leaving Trowa's , he turned the hand over and gently placed a kiss in the palm.
"Wufei?" Trowa's voice was quiet, questioning.
"You're not interested?" Wufei blinked up at him.
"Yes..no, yes…" Trowa stuttered. "I'm just… surprised. I had no idea… I mean, that you, well…" he trailed off.
"Now you know. I like it when you stare at me."
"I like staring at you. So, that whole thing about teaching me to meditate was just an excuse to… you know?" Trowa looked down and noticed that Wufei had dropped his hand and had begun to lightly caress his thigh.
"Not really, but would you like it to be?" Wufei's voice purred in his ear, and hot breath tickled across his neck.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" Trowa tilted his head back in bliss to allow warm lips to linger under his jaw.
"I am kissing you." A hand crept through the short hair at the base of his neck, rubbing lightly and firmly.
"So you are." Trowa gasped, his shirt being pushed up to bare his stomach, then a strong slender hand unfastening the top button of his jeans.
A beeping sound cut through the sound of heavy breathing.
"This is Colonel Une, respond please."
Trowa fumbled with one freed hand at the comm. "Barton here." Wufei rolled his eyes in disgust, grumbling under his breath.
"You sound out of breath, Barton. Do I need to schedule you for a physical when you get back?"
"I was just….meditating, Ma'am."
"Meditating?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Deep breathing, you know."
Wufei snickered, and leaned over to lick Trowa's stomach. Trowa batted at him with his other hand, Wufei dodging easily away.
"Chang is there, I assume?"
"Oh, yes, he's here." Wufei was industriously pulling down Trowa's zipper with his teeth. "He's, um, busy at the moment. Meditating."
"I'm calling with new mission parameters, I'll be sending them via the new encryption code, you'll be gone a bit longer than previously anticipated."
"Yes, Ma'am." Trowa stifled a groan as his erection was freed from the confines of his jeans. "Receiving that….now."
"That's all. Une out." The connection closed with a faint crackle.
"I can't believe you did that." Trowa pulled Wufei's hair loose from its tie and drew him up for a searing kiss.
"I can't believe she thought we were meditating." Wufei replied a few moments later.
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