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"The Boy Next Door"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Teenage Romance, Fluff, angst, sap,
eventual lemon, underage partying! Pairings: Eventual 1x2, 1+4, 2+3, 2+5, 3xOCs leading
to eventual 3x4 (they don’t know each other at first), mention of
(brief) past 3xHilde , 3+2, 3+5, eventual 5xM, 5+2, 5+3 Summary: This is the story of 4 teenage boy’s who grew up in the same neighborhood and the events following Quatre’s introduction to their school in which they learn some of the confusing and sometimes hard lessons of life. Beta'ed by Mechante Fille" ^-^ *snugs* "The Boy Next Door"
Ch 11 “Trowa?” “In here,” he replied, rolling off the couch and placing his book on the table when Quatre entered. “What are you reading?” the blond boy asked, smiling brightly. “Nothing really,” Trowa shrugged. “Just a novel. Did you find everything you need?” “Yes, but they didn’t have tape you wanted. I found this,” he said, holding out a roll of cotton tape generally used to wrap joints. “Will it do?” “It’s fine,” Trowa nodded, accepting the item. “You’re sure your father won’t mind my stringing a tight wire across his back yard?” he asked again. “Don’t be silly,” Quatre chuckled. “He’ll be thrilled by the entertainment factor alone. How often do you practice?” “Twice a day usually,” Trowa explained. “But I haven’t been able to since coming here.” Trowa followed the blonde toward the stairs as Quatre asked. “How is Cathy? You did call her right?” “Yes,” Trowa chuckled, forcing his eyes to remain downcast as he followed him up the steps. “She’s fine but I think she’s still mad at me for not coming home.” “Do you want to go home?” Quatre asked, suddenly stopping on the landing. “Not really,” Trowa replied, smiling sheepishly at Quatre’s uncertain nod before following him into the first bedroom on the left. “I picked up some more of your shampoo,” Quatre informed him, heading for the bathroom that led to the room Trowa currently occupied. “Thanks,” he replied, going over to see what else was in the bag his companion had dropped on the bed. There was a magazine which he pulled out and thumbed through quickly before dropping it on the mattress and up ending the bag. His breath hitched as his eyes zeroed in on the one item he instantly recognized, his face warming over as he rushed to put the items back in the bad and froze when Quatre’s even tone proclaimed…. “You shouldn’t snoop.” “I didn’t mean too,” Trowa quickly explained. “I mean…. I was just curious….” “And did you find anything to your liking?” Quatre asked, gliding purposefully across the plush carpet. “I’m sorry,” Trowa chuckled nervously, handing the loose items and bag over. “Why?” the blond smiled coyly, letting everything drop but the small tube that had Trowa so flustered to begin with. “Don’t you like strawberry?” “I’m a…natural flavor sort of guy… actually,” Trowa confessed, noticing again how very kissable Quatre’s lips were. “I’ll make a note,” the blond boy smiled, moving in to grant him a taste of those very lips. Trowa breathed in very slowly, feeling the latent heat bubble up inside him. He’d held it in by nothing more than sheer will all this time and even now his heart quivered with the fear that it might suffer another blow but he wouldn’t fight it. If that was what Quatre wanted from him then so be it, it was the least he could do, the least he deserved. “You’re trembling,” Quatre observed as Trowa slowly sat on the bed. “You do that to me,” Trowa laughed nervously. “Relax,” the blond smiled, uncapping the tube. “It’s not going to bite.” Biting wasn’t exactly what he was worried about but he put his fears out of his mind and gathered his nerve close as Quatre touched his tongue to the lube tasting it before bending to kiss him and sharing the sweet flavor. He decided he liked it very much or maybe it was the way it blended with the blonde’s natural sapor that tantalized his senses. Either way he was growing more excited by the moment and let his hands demonstrate his enthusiasm by slowly divesting the slight blond boy. Quatre moaned softly as his skin was revealed and caressed, his own hands ridding Trowa’s splendid form of the barriers of cloth until they could roam freely over the sculpted expanse. They crawled into the bed together, each engrossed in the wondrous feeling of the other as Quatre lay atop him and ground their hips together, their cocks warring for supremacy neither expected to attain. It was a most enjoyable experience until Trowa heard the cap of the lube pop open again. “What?” Quatre whispered when his lover’s kisses slowed. “Should I just… do you want me to roll over?” Trowa stammered, feeling decidedly uncomfortable as he chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry,” he said, trying to shake it off. “This is just… a little new to me.” ` “What’re you talking about?” Quatre asked, leaning back a little. “I’ve never…” “Oh please,” the blond rolled his eyes. “No,” Trowa insisted. “I’ve really never done…bottom before.” Quatre stared at him for a long moment before suddenly snorting a laugh. “As intriguing as that thought is I didn’t think catching was quite your style.” “I’m not sure what my style is anymore,” Trowa chuckled nervously. “Well,” Quatre grinned, leaning down to kiss him slowly as he pressed the lube into his hand. “I guess I’ll have to remind you then.” Trowa kissed him back, letting the conversation really sink in before he suddenly growled, rolled them over and proceeded to reclaim a large portion of his personal identity. Quatre was everything he’d ever dreamed of and a million things he’d never thought of before. Once again he was awe struck by the boy’s uncanny control of his body. He groaned loudly as Quatre swallowed him up, worked him around and pushed him back out again. It was almost as if he wasn’t the one in control and he liked the feeling very much. Ultimately he was the one that rocked them hard however, and brought them both to screaming orgasms, leaving them shivering in a puddle of damp sheets and gasping for air as their overheated bodies slowly cooled. Quatre kissed him thoroughly, giggling when Trowa gasped as he pulled away, making his still firm cock slap against his stomach before sliding off the bed and heading into the bathroom. Trowa closed his eyes, savoring the moment as long as possible before reality reared its ugly head and he realized Quatre wasn’t coming back. The shower coming on confirmed his suspicions; his lover was finished with him for the night so he rolled out of the bed, gathered his clothes and clamped down on the painful stirrings in his chest as he headed for his own room. When Quatre stepped out of the bathroom, an invitation to join him for a shower perched upon his lips it was to discover a vacant room and the cold, hard reality of his painfully empty bed. ** The movie sucked but neither of them had any idea what it was about anyway so it didn’t matter. The poor quality of the show had served its purpose, ensuring an almost empty theater save two young boys in the very back row who were much more interested in discovering the limits of human desire than watching foreign films. “Damn,” Duo gasped when they paused to breathe. “Duo,” Hiiro groaned, diving in for more, the sumptuous way the braided boy melted in his arms prompting an overwhelming desire to make him scream himself silent as he called out his name in rapturous fervor. Duo moaned again, panting heavily as his shirt started to disappear, Hiiro’s need to possess him fully driving him beyond the boundaries of reason until Duo suddenly pushed the garment back down around his waist. “Wait.” “Why?” Hiiro breathed, pulling him into his lap and Duo almost sobbed with passionate reply as he ground their hips together. “Not here,” the braided boy gasped. “Where?” Hiiro demanded, already pulling him to his feet. “I don’t know,” Duo confessed, trying hard to think of somewhere but coming up empty. “My house.” “You’re uncle?” “He’s still in Japan,” Hiiro reminded him, tugging him quickly outside where Duo’s bike was parked. “What if Cookie sees the bike’s home and I’m not?” Duo wondered, pulling on his coat and gloves while Hiiro got the bike started. “We can park it in my garage,” the Japanese boy reasoned pulling him on behind him. Duo chuckled, not bothering to argue about who drove, knowing full well Hiiro wouldn’t settle for anything less than having him sheltered safely behind him in the light snow. It was an odd feeling to have someone be so fiercely protective of him but he found he liked it very much. He clung to the larger boy tightly, taking advantage of his sheltering nature by hiding behind his broad shoulders most of the way home but he was still half frozen when they arrived. Hiiro had killed the lights half a block away and the engine far enough back that they barely rolled to a stop at the garage door. “Wait here,” he said quickly, running around to open the small door on the side facing the house instead of the large, noisy garage doors then coming back to help Duo push the little motorcycle inside. They shared a brief but humorous kiss as they rushed into the house, Duo only stopping for a moment to make sure all the lights in the home next door were off before dancing inside. Hiiro had him in his arms the moment he crossed the threshold, kissing him happily and rubbing his chilled body briskly to rid it of the cold. “Gods, it’s freezing out there!” Duo laughed, fighting his chattering teeth even as he pulled off his gloves and jacket. “You must be frozen stiff!” he laughed, coming to rub Hiiro’s hands and realizing only when he grasped the icy digits that Hiiro hadn’t taken the time to put on his gloves before they left the theater. “Damn,” he swore, cupping the chilled fingers in his palms. “You really are frozen.” “It’s fine,” Hiiro insisted, leading him into the living room. “No it’s not,” Duo argued. “You could get frost bite if you’re not…” He yelped softly when Hiiro suddenly scooped him into his arms, crushing their hips together and the presence of a well formed erection dug into the long haired boy’s quickly reviving interest as he thrummed, “I think I could melt Alaska right now.” “Ahhhh gods, yes!” Duo growled, tugging at Hiiro’s shirt as they moved toward the stairs. By the time they reached Hiiro’s bedroom there were more clothes on the stairs and in the hallway than on their person and Hiiro rectified that problem by slipping Duo’s boxers off before laying him back on the bed, their naked bodies sliding and pressing together, their cocks rubbing deliciously as they thrust their hips harder into one another. The heat was incredible, leaving little thought in its smoldering wake so it was without conscious decision that Duo willingly spread his legs. He didn’t really understand what he’d done until Hiiro’s hand rounded his ass and rough fingers brushed over his sensitive opening. “Hiiro,” he gasped not at all certain where this new desire had originated but knowing deep down in his soul it was what he wanted. His body trembled almost violently when the Japanese boy slowed and pulled back to look at him curiously, the burning light of passion shining brightly in his eyes and Duo lost his ability to breath. “I want…” he began, uncertain of how to convey his feelings but it became unnecessary when Hiiro’s eyes turned viciously feral as he suddenly understood. “Are you sure?” Hiiro groaned in a deep and throaty tone that felt like rolling thunder in Duo’s chest as he gasped his reply… “I think so.” Hiiro paused to gaze deeply into his eyes, his gaze so intense it sent a shiver all over Duo’s body then he fell on him kissing him hard and digging his hips into him over and over again. It was wonderful, so primal and free Duo didn’t see the warning signs until it was too late. He wanted to scream for him to stop, to tell him if he didn’t it was going to be too late, to beg for what he really wanted and feel the ravenous length of Hiiro’s passion burn deep inside him but his throat wouldn’t make the sounds. All that spilled from his lips were the ragged groans and repeated rasping of the Japanese boy’s name as he forced them ever higher until they finally exploded in duel succession and came slowly crashing back to Earth. Duo felt the sated wind blow over him, his body and mind content as he lay in the arms of his lover but his heart yearned for something more. He didn’t understand, not really, and tried to push the disappointment aside as their bodies cooled and Hiiro kissed him gently. Once things had settled, both of them wiped clean and comfortably ensconced in each others arms curiosity finally got the better of him and he asked. “Why didn’t you go all the way?” “You weren’t ready,” Hiiro replied, simply kissing his hair before snuggling up a little closer. Duo thought back and couldn’t work out where Hiiro had gotten that impression. He’d given all the signs; he’d even gone so far as to verbally express his desire. “But you wanted to… didn’t you?” he asked, realizing it was Hiiro’s reluctance that was bothering him the most. “You have no idea,” Hiiro chuckled, squeezing him tight. “Then why?” “You weren’t ready.” “I was.” “No you weren’t,” Hiiro argued. Duo felt his irritation prickle. “I told you I wanted to.” “No,” the Japanese boy countered, “You said ‘I think’. That does not constitute readiness.” Duo opened is mouth to argue but couldn’t since it was the truth. He’d have to watch how he phrased things in the future. Hiiro took the opportunity to gain the upper hand. “There’s no reason to rush,” he reasoned. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” Duo couldn’t stop the smile that curled his lips at the lasting implications of those words. ** “Again!” Meilan turned her battered face to scowl up at her tormentor, her black eyes sparkling with the frustration of yet another defeat. “You’re a sadistic bastard,” she told him, pushing herself to her feet. “You know that?” “This was your idea,” Wufei reminded her, leaning back into his stance. She glared at him, thanking herself for choosing a time when none of the other students were present to challenge him and bravely attacked. He made it a particularly humiliating pass by first smacking her in the face then showing his superior speed by also smacking her in the ass as she passed on by and fell flat on the mat. “Damn it!” she growled, punching the ground. “Again,” he calmly commanded. “Why!?” she snapped, getting slowly to her feet. “So you can hit me again?!” she growled as she swayed slightly and clutched her aching side as she groaned, “Why isn’t it working!? Why aren’t I getting any stronger!?” “Strength is not attained through the body alone,” he told her. “I know that!” she spat. “Jin Lee’s twice your size but you still beat him. Tell me how!” He took a moment to consider before answering. “Power does not begin nor end within us,” he explained. “While it is true your brother is physically larger and stronger than I, he lacks inner peace. True strength flows from the heart; to weld it one must learn to embrace their true feelings.” It took a minute before a new light danced in her eyes and she smiled brightly as he set up for another attack. He sighed and prepared but was taken by surprise when she dodged at the last moment, feigning a blow to the head in order to manage a sweep and land him on his back and before he could snap to his feet she’d fallen on him, locking her mouth to his in a powerful kiss that would have knocked his socks off if he’d been wearing any. “How’s that?” she grinned, still sitting on his stomach as he gaped up at her. The smile came slowly, a moderate curl of the lips that was accompanied by the slow rise of his hands as they made their way around her waist and up her back pulling her down toward him as he replied. “That’ll do.” ** “Hi, Quatre,” Wufei smiled, handing the blond boy a pair of shades so he could watch the day’s flight. “Is he ready?” Quatre inquired, donning the glasses and peering out on the runway where Trowa was checking his safety wires while Duo did the preflight check. “Just about,” the Chinese boy nodded, flashing Meilan a little, half smile before looking over the telemetry again. “We’re ready in five,” Duo’s voice came over the comm, mirroring his motions as he held up an open hand to them from the field. “Roger that,” Wufei confirmed, turning to ask Quatre. “Are your men ready?” The blond nodded. “Rashid will record the performance via resource satellite while Abdul and his teams film from the ground. Everything’s ready.” “Well, I hope this satisfies your father’s curiosity,” Wufei commented. “They don’t do this just for fun.” “I know,” Quatre sighed, bringing a crease to Hiiro’s brow. “But my father’s influence reaches far and wide. With this footage there’s no telling how far he might take them.” The conversation died while the pair got airborne and began their routine. “Come on,” Wufei smiled, offering Meilan his hand. “We can see better from the watchtower,” he explained, handing her a pair of high powered binoculars. Hiiro sat quietly watching the show on the visual feeds for a time, at least until he couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. “Is everything all right?” “Hm?” the blond hummed. “Sure, why do you ask?” “Because that’s the sixth time you’ve sighed in the last five minutes,” the Japanese boy chuckled. “Sorry,” Quatre almost sighed again, just catching himself as Trowa did a hand walk down one of the planes wings high above them. The blond boy’s less than enthusiastic response left Hiiro more than a little concerned. “Ok, what’s wrong?” he demanded, pinning his friend with a glare that threatened permanency if he didn’t come clean. It was in Quatre’s eyes to evade but he relented seeing the determination in Hiiro’s gaze. “I’m not sure to tell you the truth.” “Is it Trowa?” “Yes,” Quatre nodded then amended, “And no.” “I thought you two were getting along fairly well?” “We are,” the blond boy breathed, leaning back in his chair. “He’s moved in, you know that, right?” “I figured it out,” Hiiro smirked. “Is that what’s bothering you?” “No,” Quatre replied. “I enjoy his company and the staff loves him it’s just… Well, we live like a couple you know? We shop together, share meals and play games. He’s a wonderful companion. I’ve come to treasure his presence but…” “But?” Hiiro prompted. “Well,” Quatre began, pinking nicely. “There are times when we share a… a bed as well,” he choked out, turning the blush up a notch when Hiiro smirked. “And why is that a problem?” the Japanese boy probed. “It’s not,” Quatre chuckled nervously but the mirth died quickly. “It’s afterward.” “I take it he’s not a cuddler?” “I wouldn’t know,” Quatre sighed. “He never sticks around long enough for me to find out.” “You mean he just…” he made a motion with his hand, “and leaves?” Quatre nodded. “You’ve never slept together?” “Not sleep, no,” the blond confirmed. Hiiro thought about it. “Maybe he’s still not sure of your feelings for him.” “I don’t know how else to show him,” Quatre snorted, the frustration plain to hear in his tone. “Give it time,” Hiiro smiled, folding his hands behind his head as he turned to watch Duo do a barrel roll with Trowa as a hood ornament. “Some things are worth waiting for.” Quatre’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, then sprang open in exorbitant shock. “Hiiro!” he gasped. “Do not tell me that you and Duo haven’t…?” “Of course we have,” Hiiro chuckled, unconcerned but he took the opportunity to flash a toothy smile and add, “Frequently.” Quatre breathed a huge sigh of relief before his friend came full circle and revealed, “Just… not all the way.” “Is he afraid?” Quatre wondered, having faced that problem once himself. “I don’t think so,” Hiiro chuckled. “How can you be sure?” “Because he’s as eager as I am,” the Japanese boy smiled. “Then why haven’t you?” Hiiro drew a slow deep, breath before responding. “Why rush it? We’re only going to get one shot at our virginity,” he grinned. “And I plan to savor every single moment of his.” “That’s so romantic,” Quatre crooned. “You’ve got Trowa,” Hiiro shrugged. “You should know how I feel.” Quatre flushed, turning quickly away. “Quatre?” “He doesn’t know,” the blond confessed. “I think he assumed I was… experienced the first time it happened.” “Oh geez, you have to tell him,” Hiiro enthused. “That’s a very special gift, Quatre. Don’t deny him the knowledge that his is the only hand that’s touched you.” “It doesn’t really matter,” Quatre shrugged. “It’s not like I was his first.” “That’s a bit selfish isn’t it?” The blond boy thought about it but left it at another shrug. “I know what your problem is,” Hiiro surmised, earning his friend’s full attention. “You have too many secrets. Talk to him, Quatre.” The blond remained silent as a small war played out in his eyes before he nodded and turned back to watch the rest of the show.
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