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"Take a Chance"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: No, they are not mine. And I’m
not stealing them. I’m just permanently borrowing them for an
undefined stretch of time. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: lemon, AU, Romance, 3x4, slight angst (which I fix!) Pairings: 3x4x3 Summary: Quatre literally runs into the man of
his dreams but life isn't all plain sailing. Author’s Notes: Hiya, my fellow otaku! Our
favorite blonde showed up earlier last week and started stalking me
until I wrote all of this. It’s the entire thing, but of course
I have to cut it up to email it to you all. Enjoy! //phone conversations//
"Take a Chance " Chapter Five: Cloud Nine "I said the *smile* was innocent... Everything
else is negotiable." Never would I have imagined that after four weeks of being an ‘official’ couple—Trowa had actually gotten down on one knee and mock-formally asked me to go out with him, just like a marriage proposal sans the ring—I would still be cherry. Oh, Trowa and I have hot make out sessions. This relationship is not platonic by any stretch of the imagination. Trowa keeps putting on the brakes, though before things can get really interesting. It’s not because he’s afraid or insecure. The feeling that I get is that he wants to take things slowly for my benefit. Under no circumstance does he want to scare me off. There are two problems with this situation. One, I’m a person who’s in love and who wants to be with Trowa in every sense of the word. Several times a day, if I had any say about it. And two, my rational mind (which rather appreciates Trowa’s sensitivity and caution in a way) is encased in a male seventeen year old body with all of the hormones that one generally finds in that species. You do the math. So on this particular day I’m driving toward Trowa’s house with every intention of seducing him. How? No idea. But my first plan of action is to either get Trowa out of the house and into some private place where I can get him hot and naked, or to get Heero out of the house for the day. I think life would be easier all around if I can get Heero to give us some privacy. Which means that I have brought several bribes along to convince Heero that he really wants to be elsewhere. It was Heero who opened the door and let me in. I beamed at him, looking around cautiously for Trowa. “Good morning!” Heero grunted, watching me. “He’s in the den.” “Good.” I took out the pamphlet that I had snitched from my father’s briefcase and handed it to him. “Actually, it’s you I wanted to talk to. Take a look.” Heero accepted the pamphlet, opening it open and scanning the contents quickly. When he got to the main point his eyebrows shot up. “Ten thousand dollars?” What he was looking at was a challenge to all software hackers and security experts within the nation. Someone had supposedly created the unbeatable security system, which my father had installed in several of his buildings. Of course, now he wanted to make sure that it worked. So he was offering ten thousand dollars to anyone who could break into one of the buildings from a remote location within two hours. “I’ve looked at this system, Heero. I’m not a computer expert by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve seen what you can do. I think it’ll take you about twenty minutes.” “Hn.” He looked at the date and frowned a little. “It’s today.” “I know. Short notice.” Heero is one sharp cookie. He looked at the pamphlet, looked at me, looked at the direction of the den, then back at me. “If you wanted me to leave for the day, Winner, just say so.” I love this family. Intelligent people are so much fun to be around. “That’s hardly fair to you, Heero. This way you’ll have a bit of fun too, and it’ll help you save up for college. Or buy a new toy. Whichever.” “Hn.” He looked back at the pamphlet and grinned. “Arigato. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be out of your hair.” I nodded and started setting things up. There was lube in my back pocket, I didn’t have to worry about that. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, leaving them by the door. I also stashed the non-alcoholic champagne I had bought in the fridge and the fancy glasses on the counter. Heero came back through, completely dressed and laptop in hand, as well as a cd case under his arm. He gave me a knowing smirk before he let himself out into the garage. A moment later I heard the truck start up and through the window watched as he backed out and drove away. Rubbing my hands together in anticipation, I let a triumphant smile spread over my face. It’s party time. Ever so silently I moved towards the den. Trowa was lying on his back on the couch, book propped up in his lap. My bare feet made no sound on the carpet as I crept closer. I was moving low to the ground so a chance glance in my direction didn’t give me away. When I was right next to the back of the couch I took in a deep breath and leapt over it. Trowa started when I landed on him, book falling to the ground. “Wha—” Was the only thing that managed to make it out of his mouth before I kissed him. “Mmm.” I hadn’t seen him in exactly seven days, so my mouth was devouring his hungrily. I flicked my tongue against his bottom lip in a silent demand, humming a little when he opened up and accept the invasion. Our tongues did a little duel for control, which I won eventually. Only immense willpower on my part let me pullback from that intoxicating taste that Trowa possessed. He grinned up at me. “Hi.” My answering smile was a little bit naughty. “Hi. Do you know what today is?” He gave me a blank ‘no, should I?’ look. “Let me explain.” There was a definite purr to my voice. My hands were slowly undoing Trowa’s shirt and pushing it aside to feel the skin beneath. He has an incredible chest. “I’ve thought about this all week, and I now have very firm plans. I’m going to strip you of all these bothersome clothes,” my head lowered so that I was murmuring the words against his neck, teeth lightly scraping his ear “and get you hot and frantic until you’re so desperate that you forget all about going slowly and thrust into me. Hard.” Trowa shuddered slightly, swallowing hard. “I take it that you’re ready to take the last step.” “Oh yes.” I breathed, a hand idly caressing his nipple. A low groan sounded in the back of his throat when I turned my head and nipped at his throat. “I don’t have any lube—” “Back right pocket.” I breathed. Trowa laughed softly. “You really are prepared for this, aren’t you?” “Shut up, love.” Trowa’s hands raced to catch up with mine. He pulled my shirt off, throwing it onto the floor carelessly. He at least had the presence of mind to take the lube out of my back pocket and put it on the coffee table behind his head before he started stripping my pants off. I twisted to help him, kicking them off with my feet, muttering to myself as I struggled to return the favor. Finally we were both naked. Full skin to skin contact is more erotic than I could have ever imagined. We both moaned a little when I stretched out over Trowa, covering him like a blanket. Trowa bent and captured my mouth, sucking my tongue into his mouth and…mmm…do that again… Trowa knows some of my weak spots, and he was using that knowledge shamelessly. I began to pant harshly when he traced his way down my chest and latched onto one of my nipples. He sucked on it lightly, lashing and coaxing it into a hard bud with his teeth and tongue. That little motion was throbbing in time with my erection, and bringing me closer to the edge. “Trowa.” I gasped, then groaned as he nuzzled closer to me. “You have to…nh, Allah’s hand, but that feels good…have to stop. I’m not going to…to last…ahhh.” The infuriating man just chuckled and switched to the other side of my chest where he started all over again. Oh, he thought this was funny, did he? Well, I know weak spots too. For instance, if I traced ever so lightly just inside his thighs— Trowa’s mouth stopped and he pulled away, biting his lip and shuddering. He he he. I knew that would do it. “You little minx.” He growled at me. “Did I interrupt your fun?” I wriggled until my head was near his cock. “Quatre—” I ignored the warning I heard in his voice and idly blew a stream of air from base to tip along the impressive erection in front of me. Trowa hissed at the sensation, and just to torment him I did it again. It’s going to feel really good when I finally get Trowa inside me. He’s huge and I can just picture how it’s going to fill me. I leaned forward and took one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue. This produced quite an interesting reaction. Trowa started to talk, the words so rough and quick that I couldn’t distinguish a single word that he said. I braced myself on my hands and tilted my head to the other side, giving the same treatment to him again. I grinned around him when he kept talking, body tensing under me. Hmm…another weak spot. Oh goody. My next step had been to take him into my mouth, but I think Trowa read my mind. He grabbed me by the shoulders and flipped over. I would have landed on the floor at that maneuver but he caught me and lowered me down gently, stilling any of my protests with a possessive kiss. One of his knees came between my legs and nudged them. I understood the signal and spread them, giving him access. A moment later I felt a hand cool with gel come and touch me. Not an altogether unpleasant sensation, but one that I wasn’t really expecting. A finger touched me gently, circling, then—Allah preserve me! Light exploded behind my eyes and I twisted slightly. Trowa grinned against my mouth and hit that spot again. A groan ripped itself out of my throat and my hold on his arms tightened. The second finger slipped in, stretching me. The movement barely registered as Trowa kept hitting my sweet spot, his tongue timed to thrust into my mouth at the same time as his fingers. I think he might have moved all three fingers in me exactly once when I ripped my mouth away. “Trowa, please, now, I can’t take much more of this—” “Hush.” He murmured above my mouth. “A little more.” “Now!” I growled back, pressing my hips up into his hand. I was in desperate straits here. At the rate he was going I would have climaxed before he was even in me. Not something that I wanted. I think he was in desperate straits too because he didn’t argue. He smoothed some more gel over his cock then positioned himself at my entrance. I raised my hips up to match him. As the first slight feeling of penetration registered, I realized that Trowa had been right. I wasn’t quite physically ready for him yet. But it was close enough to where only a twinge of pain accompanied his movements. Most of it was pleasure. Without realizing it I was holding my breath when he moved into me. Once he was settled to the hilt the breath that I had been holding exploded from my chest. What I had imagined paled to how fantastic this actually felt. I kissed him to show that I was okay, that he hadn’t hurt me. Slowly he eased back out, then slammed back in. “Allah preserve me—” Hands were under my shoulders and the small of my back, lifting me from the carpet. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders, trying to find some purchase. Then he thrust out and in again, hitting my prostrate. My vision darkened around the corners, heart beating a rapid tattoo against the inside of my chest. This felt…so…good… Trowa groaned, head dropping to my shoulder as he pumped in me. I was matching him, hips moving to meet every thrust. The easy pace didn’t last long, and soon we were pounding against each other with enough force to leave bruises. “Koi.” He rasped against my skin. “Come…with me—” Words were beyond me. My head fell back as I cried out in completion. Trowa was only a beat behind, calling out my name as he came. I jerked slightly at the hot flood filling me, sending me over the edge again. + The next time that my brain began functioning at something approaching a normal level, I noticed a few things. One, Trowa was draped across me, head cushioned on my shoulder. Two, we were both rather sticky from certain fluids. And three, I had just had incredible sex. There was this happy glow centered in my chest. So this is what it feels like to lay in the afterglow of great sex with your lover. It feels marvelous. I’ve got to do this more often. I wrapped my arms around Trowa’s shoulders and pressed a kiss against his forehead. “Love you.” He muttered and twitched a little, snuggling more into me. I gave him a little more time to recover his wits. A few moments later one emerald eye opened to look at me. “Koi?” “Hmm.” Nothing could dent my good mood at the moment. I was walking on pure air and I wouldn’t come down until forced to do so. “Can you breathe?” “Mmm-hmm.” Trowa gave me a lazy little smile and settled back down. “Good.” The necessity of hunger forced us into action some minutes later. I promised several different exotic sexual favors and managed to bribe Trowa into cooking for me. Then we settled down, just in pants, at the table and ate the stir-fry he had made along with the champagne. When the meal was done I pounced on him again, and this time he took me against the dining room wall, his hands pinning mine above my head. It left me feeling sated, ravaged, and excited all at once. We were back in the den when the grandfather clock struck five, snuggling on the couch. I was contemplating on whether or not I would have enough time to make love with Trowa for the fourth time that day before Heero arrived when the door connecting the house to the garage opened. Drat. Out of time. He came into the den and grinned at me. Wow. A real grin. I grinned back. “I take it that you got in.” “Hn. Ten minutes.” I chortled, bouncing up to hug him. “Ah, I wish I could have seen their faces!” Trowa followed me up. “Would someone explain?” “Sorry.” I turned around, and I just know that my eyes were twinkling. I really wish that I had seen my father’s face when a seventeen year old high school student got into his precious security system in ten minutes flat. “My father installed this new supposedly unbeatable security system into several of his buildings, then to test it, offered a ten thousand dollar reward to anyone that could break in remotely.” Trowa assimilated this, eyes going wide as he looked at Heero. “And it only took you ten minutes to get in?” Heero let his grin answer for him. I did a little happy dance, still chortling. “We’ve got to celebrate this! Grab some shoes, Trowa, I’m taking us out to dinner. Ten minutes! Ten minutes! Ha!” When I had calmed down enough I cocked my head at Heero. “So are you going to save it? Or buy a new toy?” “Toy.” Heero answered. “A motorcycle, I think.” “You certainly deserve it!” “Hn.” I didn’t get back home until late that night. We had gone to a Japanese restaurant that Heero knew of. Heero told us all about how he got in, and the reactions that he got when the security team realized just who—and how young—the man was who had broken in so easily. It’s the most I’ve ever heard him say at one time. It had been a full day, and a wonderful one. I barely managed to crawl into bed before I fell asleep. It was only my hope that I could days more like this one in the future. Well, I also rather hoped for the opportunity to gloat that it was MY friend that had hacked in so easily…but that was petty. I wonder when my father would be home…I could easily gloat then… ~ * ~
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