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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 13 Trowa shook off the mild chill as he hung the light jacket Quatre had given him for Christmas on the rack by the door. Mr. Winner had left earlier that week on another of his business trips and Rashid was making his monthly visit to his Arabian home, leaving only a skeleton crew to watch over Quatre in his absence so he was fairly certain what the evening alone would entail. The snow of winter had melted with the onset of spring but there was still a slight chill in the air. He shrugged it off, taking the stairs two at a time with the small bag containing his purchases gripped securely in his hand. “Quatre?” “In here.” He paused, uncertain as to why the blond boy’s voice had come from his room. “Hey,” he smiled, offering a small kiss to his lover as he entered. “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” Quatre shrugged, rolling over to place his book on the bed beside him as he peered up at his confused companion. “Why are you in here?” Trowa asked, letting his curiosity show without sounding defensive. He didn’t mind that Quatre was in his room, it was just that they usually used Quatre’s. “I missed you,” Quatre smiled, grinning coyly when Trowa came to his side. “I think I can remedy that little problem,” the taller boy said, leaning down to give him an upside down kiss. Quatre moaned happily, chuckling when something cold was dropped on his stomach. “Pina Colata? “It was on sale,” Trowa grinned, kissing him quickly again before retreating. “It’s not like we can’t afford what we like,” Quatre chuckled, placing the bottle of lube on the bedside table. “You can,” Trowa corrected, pulling off his shirt. “I’m on a budget.” “All right,” Quatre smiled, wriggling for better position as Trowa lay down next to him and moved in for a kiss. “Then you can buy what I like and I’ll pay for it,” he bargained, receiving a wicked grin from his lover before it was replaced by another deep kiss. Things progressed rather predictably until the blond boy pushed him away and asked, “What are you doing?” Trowa froze. “I thought… don’t you want to?” Quatre sighed… heavily. “What do you want?” he asked. Trowa’s eyes traveled down his exposed chest to where his hand had been working on the button of Quatre’s jeans before he intelligently replied, “Ummmm…” “Damn it, Trowa!” Quatre huffed, pushing him away and rolling over to present his back to him. “What’d I do?” the taller boy gaped. “Quatre?” “Why are you here?” Again Trowa blinked, taken aback by the petulant tone of his lover’s voice then a horrid thought hit him and he felt his insides twist. “Do you want me to leave?” Quatre remained silent just long enough for his mind to fill with terrifying thoughts. What if Quatre had finally grown bored of him? What if he was ready to move on to another lover? Was he already seeing someone? Could Trowa convince him that he was worth keeping around? It couldn’t be over, not like this, he wasn’t ready, he’d never be ready… “How many lovers have you known?” The question caught him completely off guard but he tried to make sense of it. “I… I’m not sure,” he finally replied, shameful of his inability to recall. Quatre rolled over to gaze up at him again before he quietly asked, “How many gifted you with their first time?” Trowa swallowed the lump in his throat but forced himself to answer truthfully. “Only one that I’m sure of but…” “Make it two.” The words didn’t register until the blond boy had turned red and looked away. “What?” “You were my first,” Quatre confessed though he sounded more grumpy than pleased. It didn’t compute. “How can that be?” It didn’t make any sense. Quatre had used him and used him good. He’d been much too knowledgeable and far too talented to have never done the deed before. It just wasn’t possible. “You were so…” “I…practiced,” the blond boy pouted. The look of him made Trowa want to laugh but he was still struggling with the absurd things he was saying. If he’d never had sex with anyone before, why did he jump Trowa in the woods? And why was he having a relationship with him now? His mind rolled back over the many nights they’d spent making love and the long hours afterward as he lie awake and wanting for more in his lonely bed. For the first time he forced himself to face the look that lingered in Quatre’s eyes on those nights, the one that always made him doubt the necessity of returning to his room and suddenly it all started to make sense. “This isn’t a game,” he said softly, letting the truth of it run over him and wash him clean. “No,” Quatre smiled softly, reaching to touch his face. “Is that what you thought?” “I was afraid…”“I was like you?” Quatre finished when he couldn’t. Trowa nodded, obviously ashamed of his doubts but happily accepted the kiss Quatre offered him. “I’m not like that anymore,” he felt compelled to state. “I know,” Quatre chuckled softly. “You’re all I want,” Trowa declared, claiming another small kiss, his body and soul coming together for the first time in his memory in perfect agreement as his heart pulsed eagerly with Quatre’s declaration. “I’m yours.” Trowa smiled as he kissed him sweetly and resumed his earlier efforts to remove his clothes. When the dawn broke the following morning he rolled over with a gentle smile, his arms full and his heart finally healed. ** “Hand me the red pen.” Duo rolled over, making a show of sprawling all over Hiiro’s back and wallowing as he pretended he couldn’t reach the requested object laying half a foot away. Hiiro laughed, letting him have his way for a time before rolling them over and pinning him to the carpet with a firm kiss. “Behave,” he admonished, collecting the pen and returning to their work. “You’re no fun at all,” Duo grumped, scooting back beside him where they lay on their bellies before a large map spread out on the floor. “Mark the route into Beijing,” Hiiro instructed, placing the yellow pen before him. “Why can’t we just take a shuttle from Japan?” Duo grumbled but made the yellow line anyway. “Because jets are a more…personal way to fly,” Hiiro smiled, leaning over to garner another little kiss. “Mmm,” Duo moaned, leaning closer still as he pushed it a little deeper. The way Hiiro put it a private jet did seem like more fun, especially if it had an autopilot. He moaned again as Hiiro gravitated toward him, his mouth nipping softly at his lips as he sank ever deeper into him. It was fairly clear he’d forgotten about the maps and pens they were using to plan their summer holiday as he rolled the long haired boy over and kissed him slowly. Mr. Winner had offered them free rein and a ticket to ride for the six week tour in exchange for a year of service after graduating school. It would be a chance for them to hone their skills and gain some much needed experience in commercial transportation before starting college, not to mention the offer of a rather lucrative salary and benefits package. None of which was on Duo’s mind as he wriggled happily under his Japanese mate. He let his head fall back when Hiiro moved to his neck, his mouth so warm and sweet as the spring time sun streaming in the large bay window in Hiiro’s den played along the dark strands of his perpetually rumbled hair. A few more weeks and they’d be free to fully enjoy each other. The trip would take them around the world and beyond as they intended to visit Mr. Winner on L3 and even drop in on L2 to revisit Duo’s roots. He gasped softly, loving the scent of the sun in Hiiro’s hair, relishing the delicate feeling of his tender lips as they brushed along the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen. “Hiiro,” he whispered softly, groaning low and long when his lover dipped below the waistband of his pants, the quiet sound of a slowly pulled zipper precluding the rush of heat inside him as he felt Hiiro’s hot breath wash over his growing need. He smiled, enjoying the intensity of Hiiro’s affection, knowing that no other thought would fill his mind for the next little while and was awed by it. He still couldn’t believe sometimes that Hiiro had chosen him; that his love was as strong as Duo’s, but each time the Japanese boy took him in his arms helped him believe. His head lolled to the right, his hips rising into the molten heat of his lover’s eager mouth and spied Hiiro’s guitar leaning in the corner. He smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest that went way beyond the physical pleasure his lover was bestowing on him. However, the persistent heat soon claimed its dominance and stole his breath away until he lay panting and groaning and calling Hiiro’s name. His fingers dug into the thick, dark locks above him, his hips thrusting upward in his desperation to claim nirvana as his body endured wave after wave of rapturous heat until he finally couldn’t stand it anymore and cried out, spilling his passion on the sharp intonation of his lover’s name. The world spun, it hadn’t been the usual course of events. He chuckled giddily knowing by means of necessity it wasn’t over yet. Most often when they made love it was a fully mutual experience, especially when they had plenty of time and all the privacy they needed but Hiiro had taken nothing for himself leaving the long haired boy to believe there would be more. He was not disappointed but when Hiiro came to hover over him there was the strangest light in his eyes. “Hiiro?” Duo questioned, shivering hard when he felt the trembling in his lover’s lips, in his arms and indeed, his entire body. It was a most uncommon phenomenon; the Japanese boy was not prone to uncontrollable bodily functions and Duo found himself utterly impassioned by it. Hiiro kissed him long and deep, pausing to take a shuddering breath when he pulled back, his mouth hovering just over Duo’s quivering lips, then suddenly he was gone and so were Duo’s pants. The long haired boy barely had time to gasp before he was back, his mouth hungry and alive as his hands groped and probed, rounding Duo’s ass and slipping into the valley. Duo gasped and arched so hard in the tidal wave that slammed into him the small of his back came completely off the ground, his body pressing hard into Hiiro’s and suddenly the Japanese boy was on top of him crushing their hips together. He couldn’t breath, for a moment he was certain he was going to die but refused to surrender before he’d claimed what was rightfully his. It was happening; it was finally happening. His thoughts swirled as Hiiro’s fingers fumbled and probed. They had shared every intimacy two people could share over the long winter months save this one final step. There had even been the odd occasion that Hiiro had offered himself, nights that would forever live in Duo’s memory as some of the finest points of his life but Hiiro had always shied away when it came to turning the tables. It was almost as if he were guarding a rare and treasured jewel and Duo loved him all the more for making him feel that way. It became clear that the Japanese boy was intent on claiming his prize however, when his fingers found their mark and Duo arched hard. “Don’t stop!” he rasped when Hiiro paused in fear of pain. There was no pain, Hiiro had never hurt him even once in all their experimentation and he had every confidence that he wouldn’t hurt him now. He wanted this, needed it more than the air surrounding them and wasn’t about to let anything stop them. He shook as the passion seized him, his fingers digging into Hiiro’s back, hands frantically clawing to rid his lover of unwanted barriers. His legs spread as his hips came up again and again to meet the short thrusts of Hiiro’s hand. Somehow the Japanese boy had managed to get his pants off without stopping and Duo felt the rock hard evidence of his arousal crushed into his thigh. “Please,” he begged, clawing at him in earnest, his need to complete the union shimmering on his skin but Hiiro refused, taking his time, making sure to properly prepare him for what was to come. By the time Hiiro was satisfied Duo thought he might lose his mind, his body smoldered in the heat, his heart beat steady and quick as the Japanese boy came to rest between his thighs. It had been good when Hiiro had offered himself, something Duo cherished and desired but this was what he craved, to give himself wholly to the one being in all creation he truly felt was his own. Not by right or written decree but by choice; Hiiro had chosen him and he wanted nothing more than to become a part of him in return. He felt the fabric of his world bend and stretch as Hiiro’s slick head pressed hard against him, his body quivering in its readiness as he lifted his hips and begged. “Please.” “I love you,” Hiiro rasped, kissing him hard as he pumped his cock and Duo tensed as his body wrapped tightly around him, his arms gripping, his legs squeezing and his blood boiling as he was slowly and deliberately impaled. Breath was near impossible, words not even a consideration but he did manage a soft sob when Hiiro finally seated his length fully inside him. It was hot, so hot he could barely stand it and tight, he could feel Hiiro shaking as he endured the incredible pressure knowing full well what it felt like to drive ones most sensitive member into the heady flesh of another human being. It was the first time since they had discovered their mutual desire to explore an intimate relationship that Hiiro seemed to have lost the thread. He remained motionless, his hips pressed hard into Duo, his arms shaking hard where they supported him on either side of Duo’s body and his eyes clenched tightly shut in the chaotic grimace on his face. Duo sort of wanted to leave him like that for a while but his need was too great so he rocked his hips and all at once Hiiro came alive. It was slow at first as if the Japanese boy needed time to collect himself but Duo didn’t mind as he too was in need of a moment to adjust. Any more and it would all be over before it started; the thought sent a thrill through him and his hand shot to his cock, griping the base firmly, his refusal to let his climax overwhelm him prompting Hiiro to up the rhythm. Another few minutes and Hiiro had completely recovered, proving himself when he took over Duo’s job of restraint using his fingers splayed out so that Duo’s cock was wedged between them to free the braided boy’s hand and allow them to roam his body. Duo knew how much Hiiro craved his touch, knew and used it shamelessly, raking his nails over the larger boy’s nipples, relishing the sweet, rumbling sounds it caused deep in Hiiro’s chest as he rocked them a little faster, pushing a little harder, bending the slender boy beneath him a little further in his need to crawl deeper inside him. It was all too much but he wanted more. He wanted to feel him, touch him, become one with him body and soul and Hiiro reflected his desires with each kiss, every caress and thrust of his hips declaring the endless depth of the feelings in his heart and Duo was content to listen over and over again until he felt his body suddenly jerk and knew the end was near. “Hiiro!/Duo!” they cried as one, each knowing the inevitable had arrived, neither willing to give in freely yet unable to resist the inexorable call. Duo felt his heart swell to bursting as Hiiro latched onto him, his hand pumping hard between their heated bodies as he slammed into his hips, Duo’s right leg captured in the bend of his left elbow, his right grasped and pulled to the limit of the spread by the braided boy himself as he arched back and rasped his heaving groans then all at once Hiiro shook and called his name, the piteous cry ripping from his throat as his thrusts became erratic and his body twitched. When Duo felt his release claim him there was nothing in his mind but the face of the boy that had helped him reach it, he felt him jerk and shudder above him, knew the divine feeling of being filled with his heat but most of all he knew, no matter what happened in the future, this part of him would always belong to Hiiro. When his vision returned Hiiro was still laying on him, still deeply embedded inside him and kissed his face so softly it bordered on worship. Duo knew as far as ‘first times’ went he’d just experienced one of the all time highs and he was well aware that it had everything to do with the boy currently lapping at his bottom lip. He smiled and offered the kiss which Hiiro drank in with slow determination. He understood. Hiiro had truly understood and obviously cherished the gift they had shared as much as Duo. He moaned softly, lifting his hips a little which prompted Hiiro to press his softening cock deeper inside him, confirming without the need for questions that he was unharmed. Hiiro smiled down on him, his eyes as soft as a summer sky, his feelings raw and naked in their deep, blue depths and Duo knew by the curve of his lips that he saw the same things in his. Everything had turned out fine. Despite the horror of his youth, regardless of all the trouble he’d caused in his misadventures, he knew deep down through it all he’d come out one step ahead of everyone else. He’d never been happier, his friends had found peace and companionship and they’d all managed to stay on the same path. He kissed his lover warmly, pulling him close and glanced at the map spread out on the floor beside them as he smiled. The future was bright, the present unprecedented and the past not so very unbearable after all. He knew Hiiro understood, could feel it in his skin and taste it in his kiss but his heart yearned to take that final step, to grasp the unknown and fling himself into the open void of what was yet to come so he clung to the smile on his lips, gathered his lover in his arms and said the only thing that had been left unsaid. “I love you, too.” owari :)
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