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"Love Lessons"Written By: Honor Pairings: 1+4, 5+M Rating: PG. Warnings: Shonen-ai. AU. Disclaimers: No, I don’t own them. Don’t
sue. If you try, I will LAUGH at you, cause there’s nothing to
gain, honey. They’re somebody else’s toys. I’m just
sneakin’ into the playhouse. Spoilers: None. Notes: Sorry, this came up and bit me. I wrote
in two days, so if there’s mistakes anywhere, gomen. //thought//
*italicized* C&C ardently craved for, drooled over, and
printed out to hang upon my wall. If begging gets me anywhere, consider
it done. I draw the line at the whole Lady Godiva idea though. " Love Lessons "
“So what you’re saying is,” Quatre parried against Meiran’s comment “you’d break up with a guy if he didn’t kiss you.” “Well, that’s part of it.” Meiran agreed. “But more importantly, he has to be able to kiss in the first place. There’s nothing worse than a sloppy kisser. Dis*gust*ing.” Relena put in, taking another swipe of Duo’s soda while he wasn’t looking. They were in their favorite spot, leaning against the concrete wall near the soccer fields, the handicap ramp up to the math and science buildings at their back. Quatre and the girls were sprawled on the grass, facing the local high school Trinity (or so Hilde called them). Duo was relaxed against the wall, munching contentedly on a slice of pizza. Heero was next to him, legs crossed and tracking the conversation with avid interest. Trowa was napping next to him, a biology book over his face. As far as anyone knew, that was the only time he ever opened the textbook. Most of the time, he didn’t need it. It had taken almost a year for Heero to truly become
comfortable in this group. He had moved in at the beginning of the
school year, quickly distinguishing himself as a loner. Quatre hadn’t
accepted that. Neither had Duo. They had tackled the Junior as often
as possible until they finally had gained his somewhat reluctant friendship. “Uh, yeah.” Duo gave him a smirk. “Heck, I’ve had girls—” “And guys.” Hilde added. Duo nodded his agreement. “—go out with me just because they heard I was good at tongue twisters.” “And break up with you a few days later.” Relena noted, eyes twinkling as Duo gave her a mock-glare. “I wonder why?” “Because they couldn’t get him to shut up long enough to get down to business?” Meiran suggested, looking at the girls for confirmation. The other two nodded wisely. “Yeah, I thought that was it.” Duo stuck out his tongue before continuing with his
pizza. “Where’s Wufei?” Quatre had expected him back at this point. “I’ll give you three guesses.” Meiran responded, giving a put upon sigh. “Library?” Duo hazarded. “Got it one. He said something about doing research for a debate?” Quatre laughed, he simply couldn’t help it. “Is that girl in his English class still arguing with him?” “Worse.” Meiran didn’t bother to hide a grin. “She’s winning.” “Ooh. Ouch. That’s gotta hurt the Wu-moister.” Duo was grinning as well. The bell rang and they all climbed to their feet, shuffling off in various directions to their classes. And when Heero asked Quatre for a favor, and if he could come over later after school, Quatre thought absolutely nothing of it. ***** Quatre had dropped his sister off at the house before continuing to Heero’s. In the year that they had known each other, Heero had never asked for a favor. It made Quatre extremely curious as to what Heero wanted. He parked in front of the rental house, waving at Heero through the screen door. The summer heat was beginning to make an appearance, and most people left their windows cracked in order to let in a cool breeze. “Hey!” “Come on in.” Heero told him through the door. Quatre followed Heero’s casual wave to the back of the house, toward his bedroom. This was something that Quatre appreciated more than he would ever vocalize. Some people were bothered by the fact that he batted both ways, so to speak. When Heero had found out, he hadn’t even blinked, just shrugged and went “Hn.” And never once had he thought twice about having Quatre over for a sleepover or vice versa. Most guys wouldn’t have been so blasé about it. Settling on the bed, he waited for Heero to come in. An eyebrow quirked a little when Heero closed the door behind him and put a cd in to play. Interesting…Heero usually didn’t close the door. There wouldn’t be much point, since usually his parents didn’t come home until late. What was going on? “Okay, Heero, what do you need?” Heero frowned, not looking at him. “I don’t really want this getting out.” Quatre had no idea what was going on, but nodded. “Okay.” Finally he turned, meeting Quatre’s eyes. “I want you to teach me how to kiss.” Quatre stared at him, mind repeating the last sentence over and over like a broken record inside his head. Despite that, he felt that it was necessary to make Heero repeat it. “Say that again.” “I want you to teach me how to kiss.” For a split second Quatre felt nervous laughter bubbling in the back of his throat. Only Heero’s completely serious expression stopped him from thinking that this might be a joke. Heero’s sense of humor was a great deal more subtle than this, usually. “Um…why?” Heero gave him a flat ‘don’t ask stupid questions’ look. “No, no not that why. I mean, why me? Most guys experiment with girlfriends or…something.” In his case, it had been his older sister’s friend’s little sister at her fourteenth birthday party while they were playing murder. Heero hesitated. “I’m not close to any girls. And…you won’t blab.” Ah. Yeah, come to think of it, Heero wasn’t particularly close to any of the girls. He probably had considered Duo (considering that he was bi as well) but since the latter was notorious for not being able to shut up…hm. Quatre tilted his head slightly, thinking furiously. Over the past year he had done everything in his power to get Heero to trust him. Apparently, it had worked. //Good going, me. You’ve dug your own grave, here.// He wasn’t about to sabotage all of that hard work by shooting Heero down now, though. “Okay, I see your point. Is this just kissing or the fine art of fondling too?” Quatre mentally kicked himself. //Idiot, what are you saying?// Heero’s brows scrunched a bit as he considered the question. “I…don’t know.” Swallowing hard Quatre offered brightly “Why don’t we start with the basics? We can just see how things go from, um, there.” The slightest flicker of relief went through Heero’s eyes. “Fine.” Talking about it, Quatre quickly realized, was a relatively simple matter compared to actually doing it. Especially since Heero was simply looking at him, obviously waiting for instructions. Quatre took a deep breath (which did absolutely nothing to slow the adrenaline pumping through him) and rose. “Right. Let’s move to the window seat.” Quatre wasn’t willing to risk the bed. If he lost control, then the bed would be too much of a temptation. When Heero had seated himself on the bench, his back pressed to the window, Quatre forced himself to move. In what he hoped was a casual manner he straddled Heero’s legs, settling on the thighs. Rock-hard thighs, by the way. //Focus, Quatre.// “Okay, there’s a couple of ways to kiss. Just something to keep in mind, proximity is important. How close you stand—or sit—to a person has an impact on the level of, ah, intimacy.” Quatre firmly told his body that, no, that wasn’t to his address. Down, boy. “Hn.” “Kiss on the cheek can usually be done with practically everybody. Ah, I wouldn’t suggest doing it with guys though. On the ear or neck is reserved mostly for boyfriend/girlfriend and lovers. The mouth…well, that’s kinda obvious.” Quatre took a breath of air, prayed for strength, and took a dive in. Framing Heero’s face with both hands he leaned closer and brushed a light kiss against his mouth. Quatre nearly groaned. //Why did that have to feel so good?// Somehow his mouth managed to keep working while his brain went around and around in mental circles, yapping madly. “That’s the first level.” Heero leaned up, returning the chaste kiss. “Like that?” “Ah…yeah.” Fast learner. Oh boy was he ever in so much trouble. //Why did I agree to this again?// “Okay, level two.” Quatre clamped down firmly on his hormone levels as he leaned close. With a gentleness he had never used before, he caressed the mouth in front of him. For a few moments he simply enjoyed the experience. Heero’s response was so open and sweet. //You’re supposed to be teaching// a niggling little voice in the back of his head reminded him. Quatre moved back, only a few inches so he could focus on Heero’s face. The pleasure on that face almost did him in. The only chance he had of getting out of this without shooting himself in the kneecaps was if he got this over with quickly before his hormones got the better of him. “You ready for level three?” Heero quirked a brow. “French kissing.” Quatre explained, stilling his fingers before they could start caressing his friend’s face. Heero nodded, placing a hand on the back of Quatre’s neck and guiding his head down. Quatre gave in to the pressure, nibbling gently before sliding his tongue in teasing strokes against Heero’s lips. Heero, apparently, wasn’t into teasing. He sucked Quatre’s tongue into his mouth and began to rub it along his own. Quatre almost jumped in surprise. He hadn’t expected Heero to be so aggressive. With a soft little moan of pleasure he gave the reigns of control over to Heero, letting him experiment. For several moments they dueled back and forth, the sensations building in the back of Quatre’s head like a drug. Without conscious thought he slid his hands under Heero’s shirt, nails skimming lightly across the ribs. Heero retaliated by laying one hand on Quatre’s hip, kneading gently. It felt incredibly nice. Skimming his knuckles along the skin, he started to push the shirt up and off, needing more contact. From somewhere in the house a door slammed shut. The sound, muted though it was, sounded like a death knell. Alarms went off in Quatre’s head, too late. He jerked back, the full implications of what he had been about to do pounding into his skull. Panicked, he scrambled to his feet, continuing the retreat until his back hit the bedroom door. Heero stood as soon as he moved, reaching out to stop him, eyes confused. “Quatre—” “I’m sorry.” Quatre rasped out, unable to look at him. “I’m sorry.” Completely ashamed, he fumbled with the doorknob, yanking the door open and spilling out into the hallway. “Quatre!” Ignoring the call Quatre kept running, speeding out of the neighborhood at with a squeal of tires. He kept running until he was in his house, in his room, with the door locked. Not feeling like it was enough, he scrunched himself in between his armoire and the desk, face buried into his knees. What had he almost done? //By the name of Allah, what have I done?// “Q-man!” Quatre groaned, letting his head sink against the locker door. He hadn’t been able to convince Iria that he had a fatal and very contagious disease this morning. He had rather hoped to avoid going to school for the next decade or so. When that had failed, he had made plans to avoid everyone. Heero probably hadn’t said anything, but one look at Quatre’s face would announce that SOMETHING was up. Duo hadn’t waited for Quatre to turn around. He tilted his head, bird-like, to get a look at his friend’s face. What he saw made his cheerful grin falter. “Q, you don’t look so good.” Quatre knew exactly what he looked like. He hadn’t managed to keep much food down over the weekend. Sleep had been impossible. Right now he probably resembled a heart-broken zombie more than a human being. At least, that’s what his mirror had helpfully informed him this morning. “Duo, sometimes I wish that you were the idiot that you pretend to be.” Quatre sighed, straightening from the locker. He should have known that his plans wouldn’t work. “What happened?” Duo asked quietly. “I don’t want—” “If you finish that sentence with the idea that you don’t want to talk about it, I’m gonna toss you to Relena.” Quatre winced. Relena didn’t know that the word ‘no’ existed, much less what it meant. “School roof.” Duo grabbed Quatre by the arm and propelled him forward. “I get the feeling that you probably don’t want to talk about it in an open hallway.” Quatre looked for escape routes as he was ‘escorted’ down two hallways and up a flight of stairs. Duo, however, had developed the ability to read minds. Whenever Quatre tensed to make a dash for freedom he would casually wonder out loud where Relena was. Or Meiran. They made it to the school roof without hindrance. Duo made sure to lean oh-so-pointedly against the door, blocking the only escape route. “Spill.” Quatre sighed. Time to admit his defeat. “Long version or short version?” “We’ve got fifteen minutes until the bell
rings. Gimme the short one.” Duo blinked, mouth gapping. After several moments of doing impressive imitations of a beached fish he managed, “And nothing’s broken? You weren’t hospitalized afterwards?” “He…wanted me to.” “Mr. I’m-so-straight-you-could-use-me-as-a-yardstick-Yuy wanted you to kiss him?” Duo repeated incredulously. Despite himself, Quatre felt tension seep out of him. Seeing Duo’s stunned reaction just somehow made him feel better. “Want the long one?” “I think I’m gonna need it.” Quatre slung his backpack near the door and started pacing in front of Duo. “You know how I’ve been attracted to him from the beginning.” “Hard to miss, Q.” “Yeah, well…that hasn’t changed. Last Friday he asked for a favor. I could tell something was bothering him, so I went to his house after dropping off my sister. He,” Quatre faltered in his pacing as the memory washed over him, “asked me to teach him how to kiss.” Duo choked. “It kinda made sense, you know? He’s not really close to any of the girls. And he knew that you and I were bi—” “And he was afraid I would blab.” Duo guessed with a knowing smirk. “Probably.” Quatre shrugged, palms up. “He didn’t say. But I…I just couldn’t say no. It took a lot of trust on his part to ask. I wasn’t about to ruin everything by refusing. I figured I could handle it. Which means that I did something even more incredibly stupid.” “You agreed?” “Two points for you. I lost control, Duo. I was about a second from—” Quatre swallowed convulsively, scrunching his eyes shut in an effort to stop the scene from flashing through his head. Duo whistled softly. “You really can’t do
anything by halves, can you?” “It’s not funny, Duo.” “Do you see me laughing? But, Q, you can’t run away from this. For one thing, I doubt Heero will let you.” Quatre resumed pacing. “After what I did, he won’t even want—” He cut himself off as Duo yelped, rolling away from the door. He barely made it into the clear zone before the door slammed open and Heero stalked through. He stopped when he saw Quatre, eyes glittering dangerously. The only rational thought that made it through Quatre’s blind panic was //I should have had Duo put me out of my misery when I had a chance.// Heero turned the glare onto Duo, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. Duo jumped to his feet, racing to the stairwell. “I’m going, don’t worry!” The door slammed shut behind him, echoing loudly in the graveyard silence. Quatre didn’t expect Heero to yell at him. Not his style. He did expect, however, to get beaten to a pulp. The very last thing that he expected was, of course, what Heero chose to do. Heero closed the distance in three quick strides, catching Quatre roughly against him and bent slightly, kissing the small blond with a ruthless hunger. Quatre blinked before his eyes slipped closed. It felt so good and so incredibly right to be in those arms. When Heero pulled back—a minute later? Five minutes? More?—it took a second to get his body grounded enough to obey him again. He blinked up at Heero, completely confused. Heero is not a man of words, but a man of action. He did recognize that in this instance, though, he was going to have to use words. Quatre was one of those people that thrived on them. There were several things that needed clearing up anyway. “Did you run because you liked it? Or because you wanted more?” Quatre took a breath in. Let it out. “Yes.” The taller boy nodded, as if that was what he had been expecting. “I liked it too.” A year’s worth of celibacy and three days of bottled up frustration and anger finally did its number. Quatre snarled and yanked himself free, backing toward the stairwell. “Don’t you understand? I was a second away from pushing you onto that bench and—” “I know.” Quatre stuttered to a halt. His head whipped around, his wide eyes meeting Heero’s calm stare. “What?” “I know what you wanted. You think I didn’t see it? But you were trying so hard to not be anything more than a friend. I didn’t know how to break through.” Quatre was having a hard time grasping the fact that he had been manipulated. And quite skillfully too. “So when you asked…” “I didn’t think the ‘How do you like to kiss’ [1] line would work with another guy.” Heero responded dryly. Quatre recognized the reference and started laughing, mostly out of pure relief. Heero finally relaxed, seeing that they were finally on the same page. Walking forward he bent and kissed Quatre lightly. The response was very enthusiastic and for several moments they talked in a different language entirely. Drawing back for air, Quatre grinned up at Heero. “You’re way too good at that.” Heero returned the grin with one of his own. “I had a good teacher.” Owari. Footnotes:
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