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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 6 “Tell me why we’re doing this again?” “Because,” Duo panted where he held tightly to the less than forgiving face of Mortani’s Rock, a huge bolder that was just this side of becoming a mountain. “You were born with monkey brains and insisted on infecting the rest of us.” “You could’ve said no,” Trowa chuckled, somewhat out of breath. “And miss getting to see a bunch of hot guys in spandex shorts?” Duo grinned. “You have to admit,” Trowa nodded, finding a new hand grip as he looked up at the climbers above them. “The view isn’t bad.” They had only joined the rock climbing group once before but came out on their own several times a year to practice their skills. Duo wasn’t sure exactly why Trowa wanted the company this time but he had a feeling it had something to do with the cute blond boy several yards above them and if Hiiro was a few yards below it was of no real consequence. Really. The climb was relatively uneventful save the slow ascent of a couple of less experienced climbers but everyone eventually reached the top. Camp had been set up previously, as was the norm on these weekend trips, a fire cultivated and groups of friends huddled together. Duo wasn’t surprised to find he and Trowa in Quatre and Hiiro’s company, though they also had picked up a stray by the name of Kavi. The Indian boy had taken an instant liking to Trowa that bordered on reverent worship the moment they met. True to his nature, Trowa hadn’t bothered to discourage the behavior, especially considering Kavi was a fair young man with shoulder length, dark hair and the face of an angel. The rest of him wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes either. He’d been climbing for a while and it showed in the fine muscle tone of his arms and legs though he retained the slender build that usually had Trowa drooling and checking his pockets for lube. He didn’t disappoint. Dinner was a grab bag of assorted dishes ranging from open fired steak to hot dogs on cut twigs that were roasted in the fire. Colton, the rock climbing club’s president and the only person within the tri state area to be able to boast having touched the summit of Mr. Freemon, the tallest peek for a thousand miles, five times, called a short meeting after the meal in which Hiiro and Quatre were praised for their obvious skill and officially welcomed to the group. Duo and Trowa were again invited to join but declined, having little spare time for yet another club activity. Running the Aeronautics club was a great deal more work than simply being a member. Dark had fallen by the time everyone settled around the fire. Some had already turned in or ventured out on short hikes under the full moon, leaving them in the company of Colton and his immediate staff. “I’d forgotten how bright the stars are out here,” Duo smiled lying back on his hand to gaze upward. “You should come more often,” Chris, a broad shouldered, sandy blond boy that had helped found the club commented. “Naw,” Duo grinned. “I prefer being much closer to the sky than this.” “Isn’t it a little hard to see the stars from a cockpit?” Colton chuckled, spitting a seed from his tangerine in the fire. “Not if you’re going straight up,” Duo replied cockily. “Still got shuttles on the brain,” Trowa chuckled, handing Kavi a slice of the pear he was cutting. The boy smiled warmly, hesitating to linger on the brush of their fingers as Duo replied with a hearty… “Hell yeah!” “Is that what you want to do?” Kavi asked, munching delicately on his slice of pear. “Always have,” Duo sighed longingly. “Got the bug when they brought me down from L2. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it, ya know? Having the freedom to move around anywhere you want.” “You were born in outer space?” Colton inquired. Duo shrugged. “He was so obsessed he infected me too,” Trowa chuckled, tossing a bit of peel at his long haired friend. “You’re going to fly shuttles?” Kavi asked dreamily, leaning a little closer to Trowa. “Well,” Trowa smiled, slipping a bit of pear into his mouth. “I do love to fly.” “Can you teach me?” the boy whispered softly. “Absolutely,” Trowa smiled, glancing to find that Quatre was looking entirely somewhere else. “Wanna take a walk?” “Sure!” the boy chirped, bouncing to his feet. Duo rolled his eyes as he watched them walk away, which was the only reason he missed the dark shadow pass through Quatre’s. He was prepared to sulk mightily over it when his axis tilted and he lost control of his jaw when Hiiro sat down beside him with an acoustic guitar in his lap. “Cool,” Chris grinned, tossing his tangerine rind in the fire. “I didn’t know you played.” “Neither did I!” Duo laughed, sitting up. “Since when?” he asked but all Hiiro would give was a shrug. “He took it up last summer,” Quatre explained in a less than enthused tone. “How do you know?” Duo wondered. “Because I taught him to play,” the blond sighed. Duo smiled, accepting the short explanation but it was quite the coincidence. The past summer had been when he had taken a particular liking to the instrument, adding an absurd number of solo guitar CD’s to his collection. He recalled many a night when he’d stayed up till all hours playing the music over and over again until Mrs. Sheebly threatened to take his power cord. “Well,” he prompted enthusiastically. “Go on, play something.” Hiiro cleared his throat, taking a moment to position the guitar just right on his knee, his hand coming to cradle the neck in a gentle embrace that belied the inhuman strength that lay within and Duo’s smile spread wide as he began to play. It continued to grow to dangerous proportion as the melody moved along, the song’s gentle rhythm plucking along his spine as his brain put a name to it. “That’s… Charles Christian,” he smiled, clearly overwhelmed by the odd coincidence that Hiiro was playing something he knew. “You know it?” Chris prompted. “Yeah,” Duo smiled, curling his knees to his chest to hug them. “It’s called ‘Solo Flight.’ I bought the CD last year. Gods, I must’ve played that one a thousand times,” he chuckled, listening to the familiar tune. It wasn’t exactly the same, some of the faster notes were missing and it had been simplified somewhat but hadn’t suffered much to his way of thinking. “I liked it because of that old fashioned, swing melody. It reminded me of the era when ‘Lady Luck’ was built.” “That’s pretty good,” Colton praised, tossing the rest of his tangerine in the flames. “Thanks,” Hiiro smiled but his eyes never left Duo’s as he brought the tune to a close. “Know anything else?” Chris inquired. Hiiro’s smile turned up on one side as he launched into another song that gradually amplified the brightness of Duo’s eyes as he recognized it, too. ** “Trowa.” Trowa ginned as he kissed his flustered partner again, his hands roaming the sleek, firm planes of Kavi’s dark brown stomach. The boy groaned, thrusting his hips forward when he found his prize and Trowa sucked in a long breath around his wet tongue as he gauged the diminutive size and slight curve of his young shaft. Kavi was at least a year his junior but had not yet fully matured, making him, in Trowa’s eyes, the perfect conquest. Boy’s such as this did not know their full potential as men, making them much easier to coax into receiving what Trowa so desperately wanted to give. Again Kavi gasped his name, sending a small thrill down Trowa’s spine as he worked him firmly, bringing him to a nice, steaming simmer as he ground his growing cock into his hip and nurtured his own desire. His kisses were sloppy but Trowa didn’t really mind, he wasn’t planning on being able to kiss him when they got to the good part which he was readily moving toward as his slipped his fingers down past the boy’s sack and into the crease of his ass. Kavi gasped, parting his legs in a most scrumptious way but jumped almost a foot off the ground when Quatre suddenly stumbled into the moonlit clearing. “Oh, shit!” the blond gasped, dropping some of the dry branches in his arms. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” but that’s all he got out before Kavi hastily disappeared. Trowa said nothing, merely sighing heavily and dropping his back against the tree he had had the boy pinned to. “What about Tamera?” Quatre asked sternly, clearly unhappy with unfolding events. “What about her?” Trowa sighed dejectedly. “You’re dating aren’t you?” “We went out.” “According to her you did more than that,” Quatre snipped, dropping his armload of firewood. Trowa grinned, leaning his head back on the tree to peer at the blond. “I didn’t think she was the type to kiss and tell.” “She thinks you really like her,” Quatre growled softly. “I do,” Trowa shrugged. “Then what about him?” the blond snapped, indicating where Kavi had disappeared. “Just trying to accommodate,” Trowa smiled. Quatre’s lips thinned as his eyes narrowed then a sudden light came into his eyes. “Yes,” he said in a tone that set off Trowa’s warning bells. “You’re very… accommodating.” The way the blond was looking him over, his aquamarine eyes sparkling in the moonlight as they raked very slowly up his body left Trowa ill at ease. When they stopped on the bulge still tenting his pants he felt his heart jump into his throat but by then Quatre had advanced and there was no where to run. “We should get back,” he nervously suggested but backed up bumping into the tree when Quatre took another step forward. “What’s your hurry?” the blond smiled and Trowa shivered at the cleverness in the curve of his lips. “I messed up your little game, didn’t I?” he purred, lifting a hand to caress the taller boy’s jaw but it was quickly seized. “Don’t,” Trowa breathed. “Why not?” Quatre smiled, bringing his other hand up to touch and getting it captured as well before he bared a toothy grin. “Or don’t you find me attractive?” he asked, pushing his hips forward as he was unable to touch with his hands. Trowa groaned throatily as his hardened cock was crushed under Quatre’s, the feel of the blonds’ fully developed manhood pressing firmly against his own bringing with it a new sensation that threatened to rob him of his sight. “Quatre,” he breathed, unable to resist when the blonds’ pink lips descended on his own, his hands going weak to lose their grasp and suddenly he was being embraced by a firm, sensuous body. Quatre’s hands roamed his biceps and down his arms as his tongue thoroughly explored his mouth. “Nnnn,” Trowa groaned when Quatre’s leg came into play wrapping in a serpentine embrace around his knee as the blond humped and ground into his hips. “Quatre… please…” he begged but was granted no mercy. “I want you,” Quatre hissed, kissing him madly and Trowa felt the burn all the way down to his toes. “I know you want me, too,” the blond breathed, rocking his hips harder, the increased speed driving his tall partner to the point of ragged breaths and trembling knees. Trowa fought it, desperate to keep the beast in his belly caged, the fear of setting it free holding his control just over the ragged edge as Quatre’s mouth slowly fed on what little resistance remained. He knew he was losing; he’d wanted the blond for too long, dreamed so many times of what it might be like to taste his lips and know the feeling of holding his body close. It took only two, softly whispered words for Quatre to shatter his crumbling resolve. “Take me.” The dam broke with animalistic force and suddenly Trowa used his greater strength and desperate determination, stealing Quatre’s breath away as he gripped his ass and waist firmly, turned them and crushed the blond boy against the tree. It was nothing like he’d ever experienced before but somehow he’d known it wouldn’t be. Quatre met him kiss for kiss, breath for breath and with the same burning desire in Trowa’s heart. It wasn’t a matter of oppressive control anymore, not like it had been with the feminine boys of his past. Quatre was strong but yielding in all the right ways. His hungry kisses were anything but docile, his roving hands insistent and demanding and Trowa felt his chest swell to bursting when Quatre’s hands wrapped firmly around his aching shaft. Many times before he’d danced these particular steps but never had his partner been so proactive. Usually, he was free to enjoy the helpless reactions his ministrations caused but this time, as Quatre’s expert touch fired off flares in his mind he was too caught up in the passion to gloat or tease. He couldn’t take it, he had to have more. With Kavi a hand or blow job might have been enough but Quatre had touched things inside him that demanded more. “Quatre,” he breathed, unable to voice his desires further but quickly discovered there was no need. Much to his great approval the blond began to shimmy out of his pants. As Trowa had expected, at the very most, for them to stop around his knees and be presented with his back it was with jerkily overexcited motions that he helped his partner pull them all the way off. “Son of a…” he gasped when those long, pale legs came up to wrap tightly around his hips. “Hurry,” Quatre gasped, latching onto his mouth again when Trowa’s hands slipped down his ass and fumbled for his opening. “You’ve got something?” the blond breathed, barely able to draw enough breath to form the words as Trowa’s rough fingers played him. The taller boy blushed guiltily but reached for his pocket and applied the lubrication. His cock swelled to even greater proportions when Quatre groaned and arched back, the air hissing inward between his teeth, his eyes clenched tightly shut as the moonlight played along his glistening skin and Trowa paused for a single instant in time as his mind supplied him with a single world. ‘Beautiful.’ That’s what the blond boy was, simply beautiful, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he was there, right there in his arms panting and trembling and begging for him to make him his. The thought quickly overwhelmed him, sending a sharp shudder throughout his body and he leaned forward to claim his lips as he dug in and quickly prepared him. Quatre gasped desperately when he pulled out but was frantic in his desire to shift positions and complete their joining. Trowa was just as anxious and took little time to aim, sinking slowly inside him, the heat of his body enveloping him much as the open mouthed ecstasy on his face had encompassed his soul. It was clear Quatre knew what he was doing and Trowa let go of his concerns of causing injury as there was nothing but pure pleasure in his lover’s expression. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever known, feeling Quatre working his shaft, drawing him in, swallowing him up. Every inch of velvet flesh stealing away a little more of himself until he wasn’t sure exactly which part was his anymore. “Don’t stop,” Quatre gasped when he paused at full penetration. “Quatre,” he began once again, giving into his need not to hurt but the blond was adamant. “Please,” he begged, unable to catch his breath and as he thrust his hips forward Trowa was again overcome with blatant desire. He pulled out and slammed back in, relishing the rapturous cry on Quatre’s lips. “Again!” And so he complied, gripping the slender blond’s firm ass tightly as he pounded him hard and fast. Unlike his lovers of the past, Quatre did not whimper and flail in his arms but wriggled and twisted, arching his body for more depth, tensing at just the right times to maximize Trowa’s pleasure as his shaft impaled the blond boy over and over again. He wasn’t sure how long he had gone on but it seemed his body was growing unstable much too quickly. He growled, pushing harder as the heat coiled inside him, his sack drawing tight as his cock throbbed with the beat of his hammering heart. “Quatre!” he rasped, burying his face in the blond boy’s shoulder as his body was suddenly consumed with convulsive flames, each wave sending a molten stream down his shaft and into the tight heat he was encased in, then suddenly his knees buckled and Quatre was on top of him, his face contorted in the most beautiful expression of pure pleasure Trowa had ever seen as he fell on him and began riding him hard. Trowa groaned piteously, gripping his thighs as he was sucked dry of every last drop of passion he held inside and just when he thought there could be no more, Quatre screamed, bucked and fell on him in a tight ball. He didn’t know what to do so he reacted on instinct and wrapped his arms tightly around the shaking boy, his hips still pumping as Quatre trembled until finally he began to still. There seemed to be only one thing to say. “That was incredible.” “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Quatre chuckled but the sound held little happiness. Uncertain of what to do, Trowa played along chuckling as well until he hissed as Quatre pulled off of him. He still didn’t know what to say but his body was sated and his mind was floating somewhere in the upper stratosphere so he wasn’t all that concerned with his lack of communication skills. He smiled lazily as he watched Quatre pull himself together, his mind playing around idea’s of how they might explore this new aspect of their relationship until he realized Quatre was getting ready to leave. “So,” he smiled, pulling his languid body to a sitting position as Quatre pulled on his pants. “Was it good for you?” he grinned in his most charming of jester’s masks. The blond laughed accordingly, making a small show of zipping up as he casually turned back toward him and smiled. “It was most… accommodating.” Trowa’s smile vanished as a stone the size of Mortani’s Rock hit the pit of his stomach. The delightful sensations that had roamed freely inside him shifted as he watched the blond walk away until he suddenly felt more ill than satiated. He straightened his clothes and finger combed his hair, hoping for the first time Duo wouldn’t suspect what he’d been up to, or at the very least maybe he’d think it was Kavi’s fault his color was so off. He thought of the boy and what they’d almost done on his way back to camp and decided maybe, as his gut turned over and something crawled through his insides, it was better it hadn’t happened after all. ** “That was pretty good,” Duo smiled, lazing in a blanket thrown over his pack beside Hiiro. The others had turned in and since both Kavi and Quatre hadn’t bothered to say goodnight before disappearing into their tents, the two boys were sharing some quiet time together. Hiiro bristled slightly at the praise though he was only strumming quiet melodies in consideration for their slumbering camp. “What was that one called?” the braided boy asked softly, as if afraid to disturb the darkness. Hiiro lay the guitar aside, sinking down a little more on Duo’s level before he quietly gazed into his eyes and smiled. “For you.” Duo flushed instantly, looking away in his embarrassment until Hiiro chuckled and explained, “That’s the title. ‘For you’. I found it in an old jazz instruction booklet.” Duo’s color darkened with this information but he laughed along just the same. “Well, it was nice,” he praised. “But what made you want to take up guitar?” Hiiro shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.” Duo laughed softly again, drawing a deep breath as he leaned back a little and tucked an arm behind his head. “Just like that, huh?” he asked, receiving a noncommittal tilt of Hiiro’s head in response. “Pilot, fighter, number one in your class and now musician,” Duo listed. “Is there anything you’re not good at?” “People,” Hiiro replied, looking somewhat unbalanced by the admission. “You seem to be doing ok to me,” Duo smiled gently. Hiiro gazed at him for a long moment, his eyes shifting from Duo to his lips and back again before he confessed, “I don’t communicate very well.” “Maybe you’re counting too much on words to say what you feel,” the long haired boy suggested. Hiiro considered him; his eyes drinking in the soft glow of moonlight dancing along Duo’s perfect skin then looked away. A moment later his gaze was back but there was a different light in his eyes, a light that sent a shiver down Duo’s spine as the Japanese boy slowly leaned forward, his heavy lashes dropping to shade the smoldering blue of his eyes as his lips gently parted and Duo’s breath caught until there was the sudden sound of shuffling feet and Hiiro quickly pulled away. Duo sighed, turning to see what had interrupted them but his annoyance bled away when he caught the tumultuous expression on Trowa’s face just before he vanished into their tent. When he turned back Hiiro was packing away his guitar and looking anywhere but at him.
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