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"Secrets"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: All of those who agree that the boys
should belong to me say “Aye!” Pairings: 3x4 Spoilers: Nope. Warnings: Lemon, yaoiness, bit of language, AU,
I wrote it (duh). Rating: NC-17 Betas: Lucy and Velvet Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Author’s Notes: Driving an hour to and from work is dangerous. It gives the plot bunnies time to play. For people who love a build-up of a 3x4…here you go! Oh, and just so you know, I’m putting a whole new spin on empathy, telepathy and whatnot. *grin* That’s your only hint. /other people’s thoughts/ //Trowa’s or Quatre’s thoughts// <phone> <<mental conversations>>
"Secrets " Chapter Six: Side-effects, II
Quatre growled to himself. Here he was, in the middle of his midterm test for English, and Trowa wouldn’t shut up. Usually he loved his boyfriend to pieces, but if he didn’t stop, Quatre was going to do something nasty to him later. <<Trowa, I swear, if you don’t stop and let me concentrate, I’m going to bash you over the head. In fact, I’ll just beat on you until I feel better.>> <<Okay, fine, I’ll stop. I’m just bored.>> <<I know you are, love.>> Quatre had timed how long it had taken Trowa to do his History exam—twenty-eight minutes. Of course, it hadn’t been hard considering how often he had heard the material as the teacher went over it. Now he had two hours left with nothing to do. Well, except plague his boyfriend. <<Let me focus on this and finish it, then I’ll talk to you, alright?>> There was some mental grumbling, then blessed silence. Quatre blinked his test back into focus, only to realize that his teacher was standing at his elbow, giving him an arch look. “Are you feeling alright Quatre?” Quatre smiled back at Mrs. Belt gamely. “Yes. I just got lost in thought for a moment.” “I see.” Her tone suggested that she didn’t see anything of the sort. “May I remind you that there *is* a time limit on this test?” “I know.” Quatre’s smile became a little fixed. //Believe me, I know. You try having a telepath for a boyfriend who’s bored and decides to plague you for entertainment. Then you’ll be sympathetic instead of snarky.// With a sigh he turned back to his essay, re-read his last sentence to remember where he was, then picked up his train of thought. + Trowa sat in the principal’s office, morosely wondering if this was his punishment for teasing Quatre earlier. The teacher had realized that Trowa was finished (way too early by any estimation) and had promptly collected his exam to grade it. Trowa usually held on to it until at least five people had passed theirs in, just so he wouldn’t arouse any suspicion. He had watched with a sense of foreboding as the teacher quickly graded it and realized that within a half hour, Trowa had taken his precious exam and passed it with a perfect score. Trowa had been promptly sent to the principal’s office for cheating. And here he sat in said office, listening to the teacher explain to the principal over the phone just how he had caught Trowa. The principal, Mrs. Noin by name, was one of those rare individuals with a strong enough mind that Trowa couldn’t easily overhear her thoughts. If he had truly wanted to, he probably could listen to her, but since she would insist on talking to him anyway, what was the point? Finally she hung up the phone and turned to face Trowa directly. “Mr. Barton. This is the first time I’ve ever heard your name in such a negative light.” Trowa shrugged. Not talking in school usually equaled being ignored by teachers. He wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t really heard of him before this. “Mr. Belt insists that you were cheating, since it would be impossible to take his test in such a short period of time and still ace it. I don’t think he’s correct.” Trowa arched a brow, intrigued. This was interesting. She wasn’t going to automatically take the teacher’s side? “Why do you think that?” “It speaks,” she muttered under her breath. “Somehow I can’t picture you cheating and finishing *ahead* of everyone else. If you were looking on your fellow student’s tests, then you would be behind them, not ahead. And as I understand it, that was the only way for you to cheat considering that Belt makes you pile your backpacks at the front of the classroom before you can begin your test.” Trowa nodded slowly. She had a valid point. He was beginning to like this woman. “But I want to hear it from you. Did you cheat, Trowa?” “No,” he responded softly. “I didn’t need to.” “Indeed. And why is that?” Trowa shrugged, buying himself a second to think. He could hardly tell her that he was a telepath. What other term could he use that would be close to the truth? “I kinda have an audio-graphic memory.” “Something like a photographic memory?” Her eyes were alert on his face. “Yes. I don’t need to write things down. If I hear it more than once, I remember it.” A side-effect of a lifetime as a telepath—his mind was trained to absorb everything that it heard. “I see. Why wasn’t this brought up before?” Trowa’s mouth twisted slightly. “I know how it looks. I didn’t want to catch anyone’s attention, so I usually wait until a few people turn their tests in.” “So you just sit there and pretend to work? That has to be boring.” Trowa shrugged again. His life had been pretty boring—at least until a certain blond had entered into it. “Well. I’ll straighten everything out with Mr. Belt. From now on, don’t worry about catering to people’s expectations, alright?” Trowa frowned at her. “I don’t want to rock the boat.” “That’s the only way you get somewhere, Trowa.” + <<Trowa?>> <<I’m fine. Just a little...>> Even he couldn’t think of a word to describe his state of mind. He glared at the chalkboard, not at all happy to be back in Mr. Belt’s classroom. <<…irritated.>> <<I’m going to ask a dumb question…why?>> <<I was just accused of cheating.>> <<WHAT?!>> <<OW! Quatre, tone it down!>> <<Sorry!>> There was an undertone of sheepishness in the message. Trowa blinked at both hearing *and* feeling from Quatre. Even after three weeks of this, he still wasn’t used to getting an emotional overtone to his mental communications with his boyfriend. <<But why? What happened?>> <<Long story short—Belt couldn’t understand how I managed to ace his test in a half an hour, sent me to the principal, and then the principal decided that there was no way I could have been cheating and asked me how I passed.>> <<Uh-huh…and how did you respond to that? You can’t exactly tell the truth, after all.>> <<I told her I had something like an audio-graphic memory.>> <<Brilliant! It’s even true, in a sideways sort of fashion. So where are you now?>> <<Back in Belt’s class. He really isn’t all that happy with me.>> Trowa sighed, putting another layer of shields up to cut out his teacher’s mental ranting. <<The rest of the semester is going to be a pain.>> <<Sorry, love. Wish I could help you out.>> <<Don’t worry about it. I can always tell when he has it in for me, after all.>> <<Definite point.>> The blond’s presence faded for a moment before coming back. <<Sorry, Mrs. Belt is demanding my attention. I’ll talk to you after class.>> <<Sure thing.>> Trowa blinked back into the real world to see Mr. Belt frowning at him. With a sigh he slumped back into his chair and let his head tilt back so that he could stare at the ceiling. Maybe if he stayed just like that, he wouldn’t get into any more trouble today. + The day improved drastically for both teenagers once school let out. They went directly to Trowa’s clearing, wrote off homework as a lost cause, and settled a blanket on the ground to relax against. Quatre snuggled against Trowa’s side, head pillowed comfortably on his shoulder. <<Midterms are over already.>> “Hn.” <<Not in a conversational mood, I take it?>> <<Sorry, I’m still upset with Belt.>> <<Ah. It’s alright, I’ll just lay here and stare at your very nice profile while you sulk.>> <<…love you too, Quatre.>> Quatre grinned, moving around until he could prop his chin on Trowa’s chest. <<Want me to take your mind off of it?>> <<And how do you plan on doing that?>> Quatre leisurely trailed a hand down to cup between Trowa’s thighs, tracing the increasingly prominent outline he found there. <<I’ll give you three guesses, and the first two don’t count.>> Trowa arched a little into that touch, eyes slipping closed. Quatre never could hold himself back when Trowa surrendered control like that. His boyfriend didn’t do it often. Leaning forward, he kissed Trowa softly, flicking his tongue against his bottom lip in shallow forays even as his hand worked Trowa’s jeans loose. Trowa parted his lips, letting Quatre inside with a moan of pleasure. He focused on responding to the blond’s kiss, wrapping both arms around his torso, just soaking up the sensation of a talented hand wrapping around his length. Quatre growled in his throat as he fought both jeans and boxers so that he could pull Trowa free and stroke him without hindrance. The brunette let his head fall back so that he could gasp in breath. “Quatre—” Quatre grinned to himself. Looked like Trowa didn’t have the focus necessary to speak mentally. His thumb played with the slit, spreading precum around a bit. “Hmmm?” “Your mouthnnnnha!” <<What is this strange fixation you have with my mouth?>> Quatre inquired innocently. Trowa glared at him. <<You’re so cute when you’re sexually frustrated.>> <<You keep that up, and I won’t shut up all day tomorrow.>> Quatre chuckled even as he turned and began licking Trowa’s cock in long strokes. <<Impatient little thing, aren’t you?>> Trowa didn’t respond (well, the response wasn’t articulate, at least) but then, Quatre hadn’t really expected one. He settled comfortably on one hip, hand wrapped around the base and mouth busy tormenting Trowa’s flesh. One of his favorite past times in the world was driving Trowa crazy, and this was the best way of all to do it. Trowa clawed at the blanket, arching further in the wet haven of Quatre’s mouth. “Qua-Quatre, please—” Quatre grinned around the flesh in his mouth. <<As you wish.>> He swallowed as much of Trowa as he could, sucking hard and rubbing his tongue aggressively against the sensitive skin. One hand reached further down, playing with his balls and smoothing the skin back and forth with one thumb. Trowa jerked, a building strain in his gut. He barely had time to grit out a “Pull back!” before his climax ripped through him. Quatre swallowed hastily, trying not to choke on the sudden onslaught. When it died down, he licked his boyfriend clean, glancing up to see that Trowa was completely limp on the blanket. Grinning wickedly to himself, he rearranged the displaced clothes, then snuggled back into his original position. <<What about you?>> Quatre hugged him tight for a moment. <<I’m fine. And we don’t have time, we have to move in five minutes.>> <<I don’t see why I have to cook dinner tonight when it’s just me and Cathy,>> Trowa grumbled. <<Because it’s your turn to cook. Come on, we have to move.>> <<You said five minutes.>> <<At the rate you’re moving, it’ll take longer than normal.>> Quatre heaved himself up, then pulled Trowa up. <<Besides, you’re not the only one cooking dinner tonight.>> Trowa sighed his acceptance, bent and kissed his boyfriend lightly, then gathered everything up and put it back into place. Quatre stole another kiss before leaving, this one more involved than the previous one. Trowa smiled as he walked to his house. Well, maybe today hadn’t been a complete loss after all. + Trowa had taken exactly two steps into the kitchen when he was abruptly yanked around to face his older sister, Catherine. It was a testament to his and Quatre’s shields that he hadn’t immediately known she was there. //Apparently, there are drawbacks to this. Being ambushed by my sister, for instance…// “Who is she?” Cathy demanded indignantly. “And why haven’t I met her?” Blinkblink. Huh? “What are you talking about?” //I could probably lower the shield a bit and hear her, but why bother? She’s going to tell me anyway.// And it was so nice to have that option, not that he could really enjoy it right at this moment. “You walk in here, wearing that silly smile and smelling like sex and you ask me what I’m talking about?!” Trowa swallowed. Oh. Now that he thought of it, it *would* be rather obvious what he and Quatre had been doing. Of course, his sister was coming to the wrong conclusion…erk. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” Cathy settled onto one hip, arms crossed over her chest and a disbelieving frown on her face. “Oh, really.” “Yes, really.” And he wished that he could leave it at that, but *not* giving his sister information wasn’t an option. She was very good at weaseling information out of him. “I…was with my boyfriend.” Catherine’s jaw dropped. “Boyfriend? You’re gay?” Accepting the inevitable, he nodded once. “And why, pray tell, haven’t I met him? For that matter, why didn’t you tell me earlier that you were dating someone?” Trowa’s head canted a bit to the side as he considered her. Apparently his choice in partners didn’t bother her. A grin tweaked the corners of his mouth. What was he thinking? Nothing really bothered Cathy but a lack of information. “You’ve been at school for the past five months, remember?” “Trowa Barton, if you’re suggesting that you’ve been dating this guy for five months without saying *one* word to me about it, you’re dead meat.” “I didn’t say that,” Trowa protested mildly. “Then how long *have* you two been dating?” It was just so much fun to torment his sister. Trowa grinned slightly. “Well, it hasn’t been five months.” Steam started coming out of Cathy’s ears. “TRRROOOOWAAA~!” He held up his hands in surrender as she advanced on him, a militant light in her eyes. “Almost three months.” “And you didn’t tell me?! And don’t use that excuse that I wasn’t here, there is such a thing as a phone!” Trowa, without a defense, shrugged. Then he dodged the swat his sister threw at him. <<Trowa, what is going on over there?>> Trowa dodged another swat, then settled down to wait his sister out as she started ranting about his lack of people skills. <<My sister. She figured out that I was dating someone, so I confessed that I had a boyfriend. She’s now chewing me out for not mentioning something about you when we first started dating.>> <<Oh. And you’re amused by this because…?>> <<It’s fun tormenting her,>> Trowa admitted easily. <<You’re evil.>> <<Yup.>> <<Should I plan on coming by later to meet her?>> <<That might not be a bad idea, actually. And she’ll never let me hear the end of it until she *does* meet you.>> <<Hm. Well, let me finish dinner and I’ll come over. Does an hour sound okay?>> <<That’d be perfect. Later.>> “Trowa, are you even listening to me?!” No. But he wouldn’t dare admit that out loud. “He’s coming by in an hour, Cathy. You can meet him then.” Catherine blinked, then scowled at her brother. He was such a brat. How was she supposed to meddle in his life if he didn’t tell her enough to let her meddle? “Can I at least have his name?” “Quatre.” Somewhat appeased by the promise of meeting this new boyfriend, she huffed and uncrossed her arms to settle hands on hips. “Alright. Go make dinner.” + Quatre walked up to the house, still a little bemused. Trowa had mentioned his sister a few times, but he had never said much about her. From what Quatre could glean, Catherine Barton was hot-tempered and very protective of her younger brother. Other than that, he wasn’t quite sure on what to expect. He politely knocked, but only managed it once before the door was wrenched open. A young woman roughly his height stood staring back at him, her red hair curling around her face and green eyes snapping with aggravation. //This absolutely has to be Cathy.// “Hi. I’m Quatre Winner.” She blinked, a slow smile crossing her face. “Catherine Barton. Come in.” Quatre slid by her and into the living room. Trowa was stretched out comfortably on the couch, eyes closed. <<Brace yourself.>> Quatre glowered at him. <<You’re not going to help me out at all, are you?>> <<Can’t. Cathy won’t let me say a word until she’s done with you. I know how she thinks.>> “Sit down, please,” Cathy invited from behind him. She waited until the blond had settled himself on the opposite end of the couch from Trowa, then she sat on the coffee table in front of him. So far, she liked what she saw. The teen was gorgeous, well mannered, and possessed at least a modicum of people skills (unlike her brother). “Trowa says you’ve been dating for almost three months?” Quatre wavered his hand slightly before him. “Somewhere around there.” “And how long have you known him?” “A little over four months.” Cathy quirked an eyebrow. “That was quick.” Quatre cast an amused glance at Trowa’s visage. “That all depends on your point of view. If I may ask…how did you guess that he was dating someone?” “He walked in here wearing a silly grin and rumpled clothes. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.” Cathy gave Quatre a pointed look, smirking when the blond flushed. “Okay, next question. Why in god’s green earth are you dating my brother of all people?” “Hey!” Trowa protested with a glare. “I’m not diseased or something, you know.” Cathy rolled her eyes expressively. “Trowa, you have NO people skills. I know for a fact that you don’t talk unless you’re threatened or bludgeoned into it. Forgive me if I’m a little curious as to how you managed to catch Quatre’s attention.” “But he’s always talked to me,” Quatre protested with a pleasant smile. He was perversely enjoying this strange interrogation. It was rather fun watching Trowa squirm. Cathy gave him a look that said plainly ‘I don’t believe you’. “No, really. No one ever believes me when I say this, but I’ve never had to work at Trowa talking to me. As for how he caught my attention—I walked into a clearing and saw a hot guy my own age without a significant other in sight. End of story.” Cathy shook her head. This was a little unbelievable to her. Her brother had never even had a close friend while growing up, and now he had this incredible guy as his boyfriend? “Trowa, you’re one lucky idiot.” Trowa grinned at her. “Yup.” “And if you screw this up,” Cathy continued ominously, “I’ll bash you over the head and bury you somewhere so that no one can find your body.” Quatre started chuckling. “You remind me so much of my own sister. That’s exactly something she would say.” “You’re a keeper,” Cathy told him bluntly. “Even I can see that.” Quatre turned his head, smiling warmly at his boyfriend. “So is he.” + It was a perfectly gorgeous Saturday morning. The sun was up, birds chirping, flowers nodding in the faint breeze—generally a beautiful day to be enjoyed by all. Quatre scowled out his window darkly. Rashid wasn’t in the house and wouldn’t be back until late that night. Quatre had a stash of lube on his nightstand with a very large can of whip cream that he wanted to try out. The bedroom was primed for hot steamy sex. There was only one thing lacking. <<Trowa~!>> <<Quatre, I told you. I have to clean out the garage first.>> <<You’ve been cleaning out the garage for *three hours*!>> <<And it’s going to take me even longer if you keep distracting me.>> Quatre grumbled under his breath. He had been itching to get his boyfriend hot and naked, and now that he finally had everything needed to have some kinky sex he couldn’t get Trowa in the same room with him! //Fine. I’ll just give him the proper motivation to get his butt over here.// A purely devious smirk tilted his mouth. Now, how best to go about this…hm… Quatre’s eyes lit on the Karma Sutra book on his bed and the smile went from devious to evil. Knowing that he probably wouldn’t have time for this later, he took off his shirt and socks before stretching out comfortably on the bed. Just as casually he dragged the book to him and opened up to chapter six. Sexual positions. Quatre tilted his head at the first picture. Now that was rather standard, but… <<Be careful to stretch your partner carefully…hm…well, I think we can manage that. Lubricant, check, already have that. What else…>> <<Quatre…what on earth are you doing?>> <<Reading the Karma Sutra book I bought yesterday.>> Quatre smirked as a wave of surprise and lust came from his soon-to-be-lover. <<It’s really interesting. It even covers which foods are best for—>> <<QUATRE!>> <<What?>> Oh yes, this was working very well indeed. <<Please, *please* don’t read that when I’m not in the room.>> <<But I’m bored. Just ignore me, alright?>> <<Like I can do that!>> Trowa groused. Quatre flipped the page. The next picture was much more interesting. <<Hm. I wonder if you’re flexible enough for this…>> <<Quatre, so help me, if you don’t put that book down and get your mind out of the gutter—>> <<—you’ll spank me?>> he finished hopefully. Waves of frustration battered Quatre’s personal shield. Quatre gave himself a pat on the back. Now if this didn’t get Trowa to move faster, nothing would. + Trowa slammed into the house, eyes cutting in every direction, searching for a particular blond with a mean streak. It was hard enough obeying his parents and cleaning out the garage before coming here, but Quatre had made it a hundred times more difficult with his teasing. And he was ready for payback. The angelic blond with devil’s horns was lying on his bed, innocently flipping through a book. And Trowa knew exactly which book. Ripping off his shirt, he pounced. Quatre let out a squeak of surprise as he was abruptly rolled over. Whoops, looked like he had teased his boyfriend a little too much. Before he could even draw a breath, Trowa caught his mouth roughly and started kissing him possessively. Quatre moaned low in his throat as his tongue was caught and rubbed against. Both hands slid up Trowa’s arms to his back, tracing muscle and tendon. Abruptly his mouth was released, Trowa’s lips traveling over his jaw and down to his neck, nipping and sucking in fervent hunger. Quatre let his head fall to the side, giving him access. Small gasps escaped his lips as his skin was sensitized and tormented. <<I guess this means you’re done with the garage?>> <<You are not allowed to do that again.>> Trowa broke away to look at Quatre squarely. <<Cleaning a garage is bad enough *without* having a hard on!>> <<It did motivate you, though.>> Quatre grinned at him shamelessly. <<Oh, I’m motivated alright. When I’m done with you, you’re not going to be able to *walk*.>> Quatre felt like purring, but he restrained the urge. It might get him into even more trouble than he was already in. Unfortunately, Trowa felt his lack of guilt. A pair of green eyes narrowed at him. <<Oh, so this is funny?>> Quatre’s grin tilted sideways. Oops. Now he really was in trouble. <<You’re cute when you’re sexually frustrated, that’s all.>> <<You’d better enjoy it.>> Trowa went back to nibbling on a slim column of skin. <<I’m working out any sexual frustration I have on you.>> What a delightful concept. <<I heard that.>> Quatre chuckled before gasping again as Trowa’s lips traveled further down, latching onto a nipple and sucking gently. “Nnnh!” <<T-Trowa…>> Quatre slid his hands into his boyfriend’s hair to urge him on, moaning as Trowa sucked harder and trailed a hand of his own over to play with the other nipple before sliding it down his side. <<Enjoying it, love?>> The blond nodded, letting his head fall back to the pillows and arching into the inquisitive mouth. He was on fire with only these simple touches and they had only begun! He felt Trowa smirk as he heard that thought. <<Oooh, yes, little tempter. There’s *lots* more.>> Quatre whimpered slightly as Trowa left his chest and began to kiss a path down his abdomen, trailing his hands behind, stroking Quatre’s pale flesh. Quatre slid his hands back down Trowa’s neck and shoulders to his back as far as he could. When he felt Trowa come to the waistband of his jeans, he raised his hips so that they could be pulled off. Trowa, smart boy that he was, pulled his boxers off at the same time, and flung both articles of clothing somewhere. Quatre didn’t care at that point. All he wanted now was his boyfriend in the same state of undress. But Trowa had other ideas. Before Quatre could reach for the buttons of his jeans he captured his hands and held them at the blond’s sides. Quatre was startled by the move and looked down into Trowa’s bright eyes, trying to understand where he was going with this. <<Trowa?>> << I said you wouldn’t be able to walk after I was done with you and I meant it.>> He grinned as blue eyes widened slightly and slid a knee between Quatre’s knees, encouraging them to part and let him settle there. <<Trow- >> Quatre gasped aloud as Trowa’s still clothed erection came into contact with his own and rocked into it. He tried to pull his hands away from the tight grip around them as Trowa continued to torment him, but he couldn’t get loose. It was too much sensation—the rough material of the jeans causing heated friction against his cock, overwhelming him with lust and hunger for more. <<Trowa, please!>> <<Please what?>> Quatre couldn’t think around the inferno building in his mind and he thrashed his head on the pillows, raising his hips to get closer to Trowa. He had to get closer. He felt Trowa’s satisfaction and anticipation wash through him and opened eyes he hadn’t realized he had closed just in time to see Trowa move downward more and take his cock into his mouth. Trowa smiled around the flesh in his mouth as he heard his lover let out a small scream. Quatre’s mind went wild, incoherent thoughts jumbling on top of each other in their efforts to be heard and Trowa felt satisfaction roll through him. Who knew that one could make a mind babble? With that thought firmly in mind –no pun intended- Trowa set about making his boyfriend even more incoherent. He shifted both of the captured hands to one of his, keeping Quatre pinned and in place then lowered his fingers to the insides of Quatre’s thighs. Languidly he sucked and nibbled at Quatre’s cock, letting his fingertips lightly graze the soft skin of his inner thighs. Quatre was nearly sobbing for air, helplessly trying to thrust more into Trowa’s mouth. It was too much—and not enough! He needed release, he needed for Trowa to stop being such a damn tease and give him that release! The brunette shifted his hand to reach under Quatre’s balls to his entrance. When his lover registered the movement, he spread his legs eagerly, hoping that Trowa was ready to move past his teasing and give them both what they wanted. Of course, Trowa knew what he was thinking—and smirked, because it was far from the truth. He wasn’t done yet in tormenting the mischievous blond. He slid one finger in and let it just rest there. It actually felt rather nice to him…he might even add in a second finger in a few minutes. <<TROWA!!!>> Quatre wailed plaintively. “Hm?” The hum around his cock made darkness eat at the blond’s vision. Oh god that had felt so good… Why had he been upset again? Oh, right it was because… <<Come into me—>> It was really hard not to pat himself on the back in victory. Quatre was ready to strangle him he was so desperate. Carefully he slid in another finger and let it rest with the first one. <<That better?>> <<NO! You know what I meant!>> <<Not yet.>> He bit at the tip of the organ in his mouth. Quatre twisted as teeth gently scraped his skin and screamed as sharp pleasure went straight through him. It was only after Trowa had inserted four fingers that he felt Quatre had been punished enough for his earlier teasing. He pulled them free and lifted his head in preparation for shifting positions. Quatre felt the bed shift, and his body slide free of Trowa’s control. Rational thought was completely beyond him—he just wanted his lover. Scrambling to his knees, he tackled Trowa and kissed him fiercely. Trowa grunted in surprise as he was slammed back to the mattress. Purely by instinct he kissed Quatre back, hands coming up to his shoulders to try and soothe him. Quatre was beyond being calm. Tearing his mouth free, he nipped hungrily over jaw, neck, chest, worrying a nub between his teeth with a ferocity that made Trowa’s blood speed up until it was pounding in his ears. Neither one of them would remain sensible at this rate. Trowa could ‘hear’ enough of Quatre’s thoughts to know he had maybe five seconds before the blond lowered himself onto Trowa’s cock without any preparation. Wildly he looked around the bed. Where was that damn tube of—ha! Snatching it up, he tore the top off and smoothed it over himself a millisecond before Quatre grasped his cock with both hands and started to guide it into himself. “No!” Trowa gasped, gripping both of Quatre’s hips in order to stop him. “NOW,” Quatre argued breathlessly. His eyes were wild, and desperate. He didn’t care if it would hurt, he just wanted *release*. Trowa forced him down onto the mattress so that he was over the blond on all fours. Quatre immediately wrapped both legs around him and lifted his hips up. The brunette tried to slow it down, tried to be careful, but as soon as he breached the entrance to Quatre’s body, his lover slammed his hips up and sent him deep. Trowa choked, vision fading for a second as intense pleasure engulfed his body. Damn, it felt so good—he snapped his hips out and back in, barely registering Quatre’s hiss of pleasure. He did have the presence of mind to take hold of his lover’s throbbing erection and start stroking it in time with his thrusts, but it was hard to keep track of that action. Quatre was gripping him so tightly it almost hurt, each thrust returned so that he was sent a little deeper every time. Couldn’t…last…Trowa pumped harshly with his hand, angling to hit a certain spot that would make Quatre wild… Quatre shattered into white light when Trowa hit something inside him that was only made of sensation. Arching, he couldn’t even draw breath to scream and gasped on the tidal wave he was flung on. Trowa dropped against him, still shuddering and trying to regain air in his lungs. He had never come like that in his life. He only hoped that during their shared madness he hadn’t torn his lover—<<Quatre?>> <<I’ve got to tease you more often.>> Trowa started laughing softly at the absolute dreamy quality to the thought. Rolling to his side, he settled his head on Quatre’s shoulder and just let his body recuperate. Quatre snuggled in more securely in Trowa’s arms. This was perfect. Iria had always maintained that afterglow was the best part of sex. Lying next to his lover, Quatre was rather inclined to agree with her. Unfortunately, he would have to spoil the moment soon. He had packing to do, and an early plane to catch the next morning. <<Quatre?>> Erk. Well, it looked like the cat was out of the bag. <<My father called earlier today. I have to meet up with him in Los Angeles for two weeks. Receptions and the like.>> Trowa didn’t say anything audibly, but his whole mood went black. Quatre shifted up a little to look at him. <<Wow. You really aren’t happy about this.>> <<Of course I’m not happy. We haven’t been separated since we met. On top of that, you just showed me how fantastic sex is with you, and now you’re telling me that I’ll have to do without it for two weeks?>> <<You know, when you put it that way…damn, now I’m not happy either.>> He didn’t have any other choice but to go, however. And it was only two weeks, it wouldn’t kill them to be separated for a bit. <<Tell you what, I’ll sneak out at some point and buy us some toys while I’m in LA. Then, when I get back, I’ll make up for your two weeks of celibacy, alright?>> Trowa wanted to huff and throw a fit…but the idea of toys, a naked Quatre, and some makeup sex *was* rather appealing. Not quite appealing enough to make up for two weeks of boredom, but it was a good idea with merit. <<…okay.>> Quatre rubbed his cheek against Trowa’s chest, shifting one thigh to brush against a returning erection. <<Let’s see if we can sate each other’s appetite, shall we?>> <<You don’t have to get up early?>> Quatre smirked as Trowa’s eyes went a little vague. <<I’ll sleep on the plane.>> ~*~*~*~*~ Honor: Kudos to Velvet, who wrote the beginning of that
lemon. Without her, it would NOT have happened, I assure you. Uh…*notices
a lot of activity around the front door* Guys? You going somewhere?
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