I wish I were you
Reconciliation
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26. Reconciliation
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style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>It was very quiet
at the pond, very peaceful. He had almost forgotten how nice it was there. The
pond and the surrounding trees carried a lot of childhood memories; he used to
play here a lot.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>It was the
perfect place to think things through. In between all the thinking, he kicked
up some branches and dirt, fed some ducks, watched some wild swans paddle
around in the water with their baby chicks.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The way back was
rather eventful. He’d run into his cat, Mistress. He’d played with her a bit.
And of course, it was always a delight to fetch her charming ass out of a tree.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Now he was standing
in front of Trowa’s bedroom door. It had been less
than an hour since his talk with Heero and Duo, and he hadn’t seen
here.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>His heart pounded
furiously in his chest. He had a whole speech prepared. Nervously, he raised
his hand to knock, then hesitated. He leaned against
the door, almost as if the cold wood would bring him comfort, or advice.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>What if he forgot
everything? What if he started stuttering and make a fool of himself, or if
He’d hurt him, that idée-fixe of him and Duo had made
him say and do things he hadn’t really meant to. He thought he might also be
attracted to Trowa. He always had been.
was a kind person, and he wanted to be wrapped in his kindness, like a soft,
comforting blanket, that would protect him against all the bad things going on
in this world.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>That thought made
him smile. It warmed his heart.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>This was the
right thing to do.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Right at the
other side of that door could be all he ever wanted, all that could make him
happy. His life would get so much better. It felt a bit scary, but in a very
exciting way. His stomach gave a lurch at the thought. It was a happy kind of lurch.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Biting his lip,
he bent down and spied through the key hole. He couldn’t see
covers, and the headless lump was breathing deeply. He peered down the hallway,
almost expecting for someone to come and give him a nudge.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>With a deep
breath, he straightened again. No, this was something he had to do himself. It
wasn’t right if someone held his hand for this. Boldly, he knocked and waited.
There came no answer.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He opened the
door and gingerly stuck his head inside. Trowa lay
motionless, except for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, snoring softly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He stepped inside
and silently padded to the bed. Chewing his lip, he sat down on the bed and
fingered the edge of the sheet. He wondered if it would be weird to crawl under
it next to Trowa. He wanted to.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He reached out
his hand to stroke Trowa’s side, and he could feel
his warmth through the sheet. A soft sigh escaped through Trowa’s
lips. Trowa’s left arm and shoulders were above the
sheet. He wore no pyjama vest; Quatre assumed he slept in his boxers. The
possibility that he even might be naked made him blush.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Screw it.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He toed off his
flip-flops and crawled under the sheet.
fluttered briefly, and he made a purring sound as Quatre shimmied down next to
him. It made Quatre smile. He felt giddy in a most pleasant way. It was the
first time that he smelled Trowa’s scent so
obviously, the first time it aroused
him. Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would feel like to feel
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Another purr made
him open his eyes again. Trowa’s eyes fluttered again
and slowly opened. Quatre gasped and felt his heartbeat quickening.
him a soft stroke along his jaw.
with a start and a very loud yelp. “Quatre! What… what
the hell are you doing here?!” he stuttered. One hand instinctively reached
under the sheet. Quatre didn’t know why.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh!” Quatre
didn’t think he’d react so vehemently. “I didn’t mean to scare you!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Then don’t crawl
into my bed!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You don’t like
it?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes. I mean no!
I mean…” Trowa shook his head in confusion. “I didn’t
expect to wake up and find you next to me in bed after all that’s happened. I
thought you didn’t want me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“That’s why I’m
here.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“To tell me you
don’t want me?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No.
quite in a daze when Quatre reached out to softly caress his jaw. The simple
touch made his skin goose bump. His mouth felt dry. He swallowed and mumbled
something he didn’t know the meaning of himself. “To ap-apologize?”
If it wasn’t for Quatre’s hand on his face, he
about this, in fact, about Quatre here in bed with him. In
several positions, and in several degrees of passion.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre nodded,
smiling. “Yes. I caused you a lot of pain. I knew you were in love with me, yet
I didn’t stop challenging you, ignoring your feelings. I kept on seeking Duo’s
company. I tried to seduce him. And I almost succeeded. I almost slept with
him. And then there was that time… when we were home alone.” He shyly looked up
at Trowa. To his surprise, he didn’t seem to be taken
too much aback. Quatre assumed someone must’ve already told him how Duo got
cold feet, even though he must’ve heard him moaning while Duo was sucking him
off. But he’d never told him about the first time. “You knew?”
a deep sigh. “I’d suspected. You probably remember how I came talking to you
after that night you and Duo had stayed home alone.” He lowered his eyes. “It
was then that it happened, right?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes. You were
right to be so worried.” Trowa kept looking down. An
angry frown appeared on his forehead.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“So Heero was right
after all. And I was right, and then you lied about it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m sorry.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“But then why did
Duo keep on denying. Did he lie about it too?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre sighed
heavily. He knew there would come a time when he should tell this to
was having a wet dream, and he was aroused. He was hard. So I just… rode him.”
didn’t say anything, just kept looking down.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre waited,
but there came nothing. He bit his lip. “Trowa?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>There was
something that sounded like a wet sniffle. “And I was so happy when Heero told
me… When he told me that Duo hadn’t taken your virginity.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre noticed
something falling from Trowa’s face and, quite
shockingly, realised it was a tear. His heart wrenched, and he could feel his
own eyes prickling with tears as well. “Oh god. I’m so
sorry.” He ran a soothing hand over Trowa’s cheek,
and kissed the tears at the corners of his eyes. “But there
are more important things than whether you are my first or not. Like,
that I’m lying here in bed with you. Or how terrible I would find it if you couldn’t
forgive me. I just wanted to be honest with you, I had to, You
deserve to know what I did.”
looked about him, sniffing some more. “Where did I put those damn tissues?” His
friends always thought that he didn’t cry. But he had already cried a lot,
during the war. At night, when the others were sleeping.
And now he did it again. He didn’t care. Actually, he was just a big cry baby.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre didn’t
really know how or where he should touch him to calm him down again. His hand
hovered aimlessly in the air, and eventually settled on Trowa’s
arm. “There are so many things I regret. I’m sorry I slapped you in the face. I
didn’t have the right to treat you like that. But hey…” Sucking his lips
between his teeth, he softly pushed Trowa’s face up
again with a trembling hand. “You and I shouldn’t be fighting each other.
blinked. He wiped some more tears away, and then, to Quatre’s
relieve, smiled for the first time. They were the
first words Quatre had ever said to him. “Right.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You’re not.
Please don’t think that. I’ve always had a deep affection for you,
more. It felt awkward to think of you as a lover.”
nothing, but nodded.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Can you forgive
me?”
sighed, slowly shaking his head. He wanted to say “yes I forgive you”, but
something made him hesitate. Somehow it didn’t feel right to forgive him so
quickly after all he’d done. He had tried to break Heero and Duo apart, he had
thrown tantrums, he had played with Trowa’s feelings,
he had lied and cheated. It wasn’t his prettiest side.
He felt like he should let Quatre simmer a bit for a while.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>But
he had already simmered long enough now. And he also knew that Quatre couldn’t
go back in time to undo all those things, and if he could, that he
sincere when he told him that he regretted everything. He too deserved another
chance.
never had a normal childhood, none of them had. But now he wanted a normal
life. He craved human contact.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Of course I forgive
you,” he said. His voice sounded very shaky.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre smiled
with genuine relieve, and spread his arms to embrace Trowa.
He was surprised when Trowa backed away. “What’s the
matter?”
glanced down, laughing nervously. His cheeks were red. “I’m gonna embarrass
myself.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre glanced
down too, and suddenly felt his own face growing hot. “Oh!” he said, but
wiggled closer nevertheless. His lips curled up in a most mischievous way. “Well,
I think you’re gonna embarrass yourself a lot from now on.” He tentatively
pushed his hips against Trowa’s groin, and giggled
when Trowa groaned.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You’re a mystery,
Trowa,” Quatre said, rubbing soothing hands over
sighed and nuzzled Quatre’s cheek. The sight of his
soft, rosy lips made his mouth fill with saliva. “Can I kiss you?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes,” Quatre
smiled.
different from Duo’s. Duo’s kisses had been hasty, and sexual, and raw. But
passionate. It started with a soft, exploring brushing of lips. Then
Quatre willingly opened his mouth to let Trowa’s tongue
in. It felt warm, and wet, and slippery against his own.
He still tasted of sleep, and Quatre found it a very intoxicating taste, one
that he could get used to.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Suddenly
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What is it?”
Quatre said. “Did I do it wrong?”
his head. His expression was strained. “No but… I’m really gonna embarrass
myself.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre just
stared for a moment. Then he lifted up the sheet and looked under it. A musky,
masculine scent drifted up his nose. He slipped a hand under
gasped when Quatre grabbed his cock. Then he started stroking it, slowly, but
so deliciously, up and down. “Oh god…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre chuckled.
He found it funny how high Trowa’s voice suddenly
was.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>It wasn’t long
before Trowa shuddered and groaned, enjoying his
sudden and fierce release. His eyes never left Quatre’s
face.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre watched
with great interest how Trowa’s eyes glazed over, how
his mouth puffed out strained, pleasurable moans. How his hand had gripped the
sheet while he came. And then his muscles relaxed again. His cock softened, and
his head sank down into the pillow, blissfully. Quatre kissed the corner of his
mouth, his jaw, and then nestled his head against the strong, warm chest.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Why did you make
me wait so long?” Trowa said after a while. His voice
didn’t sound reproaching. He just wanted to know.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre sighed
happily. It felt good to lay there like that, with his ear agains
Trowa’s heartbeat, and his fingers stroking over his hip.
“I saw you as a brother,” he murmured. “And you don’t have sex with your
brother. We’d be crossing that line, you know.”
pressed his nose in Quatre’s soft hair, and inhaled
the sweet scent. “I can understand how that might be difficult for you. So what
made you change your mind?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre looked up
at Trowa. “You don’t see me as a brother. You want
more. I should stop being so selfish.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I hope that’s
not the only reason. I mean, you have to want it yourself.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No, I want it
too. I want our love to be all kinds of love. A brother, a
friend, a lover.” Trowa’s smile filled
him. But he wasn’t scared of it. It felt good. Trowa’s
green eyes were shining with true happiness for the first time since… ever.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>And then, very
slowly, there appeared a suspicious frown on Trowa’s
forehead. “Why is your grin so big? Why are your eyes sparkling like that?”
That blush on Quatre’s cheeks was rather cute.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre chuckled. “It
was pretty cool.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre moved his
head a bit closer to Trowa’s. “To watch you coming,”
Quatre whispered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Hmm…”
even cooler?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Tell me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Their mouths were
very close together. Trowa quickly swept his tongue
over Quatre’s lips. “To come
together.” He suddenly rolled both of them over, so Quatre lay on his
back, and he on top. Quatre’s eyes were big with
surprise.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Quatre, I don’t
want to rush anything. I’ll wait as long as I have to. But…
God, do you have any idea how many times I dreamed about this?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre laughed
when Trowa feathered kisses over his neck. “No. But I
did have the honour to witness you having one of those dreams.”
jerked up again. His eyes couldn’t get much wider. “What do you mean?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Don’t you
remember? When I slept here when Duo and Heero were too
noisy. And then the next day when I woke up…”
no.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh yes. And you
moaned, and writhed, and bucked…” Quatre illustrated his words with gentle
thrusts of his hips.
closed his eyes in bliss. The friction sent tingles up his spine. “Oh Quatre,”
he moaned. His cheeks felt hot. He didn’t know if it was from shame or
pleasure.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“
dream about me.” He let his hands slide down Trowa’s
smooth back and fingered at the waistband of his boxers.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m sorry,
Quatre,” Trowa breathed. He hissed when
nestled between Quatre’s legs, where they belonged, and
his cock had already stiffened again.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“But it’s all
okay, isn’t it? Coz, now you can do it for real.”
blinked when Quatre reached up and nipped at his jaw. He wondered if he wasn’t
taking advantage of the boy. “Now? Are… are you sure?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre panted,
licking up Trowa’s earshell.
His mind told him it was too soon. His heart told him he had already waited
much too long. So did his cock. “Yes. Very sure.
Please make love to me, Trowa.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>It was all
fierce, but Quatre eagerly kissed back. “Just let me know when it feels too
awkward for you, okay?” he panted.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre nodded.
realised that it wasn’t so bad to see him like this. “Okay.”
pushed up Quatre’s shirt, his hands caressing the
soft skin of Quatre’s side. His tongue lapped around
nipples spontaneously hardened at Trowa’s touch.
pleasure. “Kiss me again,” he sighed.
eager to do so. But this kiss was different from the first. It was hungry,
greedy, one born from lust and long suppressed desire. There was also despair
in the kiss, as if Quatre was a soap bubble that could burst any moment.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He broke the kiss
for a moment, just long enough to pull Quatre’s shirt
over his head and throw it aside. As soon as the shirt was history, he had
surprised with the boy’s enthusiasm. Quatre moaned almost continuously while
they kissed, and impatiently pushed at Trowa’s
boxers.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Ah… Little one…”
Trowa groaned.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre pulled
away and playfully pushed at Trowa’s chest. There was
a look of mock insult on his face. “I wouldn’t say that.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What…?”
down. There was a bulge in Quatre’s shorts.
the button through the hole and slowly zipped it open. Then he zipped it up
again. And down. And up. It was like waiting for a present to be unwrapped.
squirmed uncomfortably. All he wanted to do was to pull Quatre’s
hands away and rip the shorts open himself, to see –
and taste - what was inside. “Quatre,
don’t tease me,” he whimpered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre chuckled.
He could see the hunger on Trowa’s face, the need,
the pure, primal desire. He was right. There would still be enough time to
tease in the future. He lifted his hands and pushed his hips up off the bed. The
gesture was laden with an erotic electricity. “You do
it,” he said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>There was a flash
in Trowa’s eyes that Quatre couldn’t quite identify.
He watched how he bit his lip. How he swallowed. Hesitated.
surrendered.
over to briefly nip at Quatre’s bottom lip. “You
drive me crazy, do you know that?” he growled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre laughed
fondly, throwing his arms up to grasp at the headboard. “Show me how crazy!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>With a sound deep
in his throat, Trowa pulled down the zipper and
yanked Quatre’s shorts and briefs down his legs.
in a breath. “God, Quatre…” The words floated on an impressed exhalation. He
looked at it, almost studied it, then he gently ran
his fingers over the pulsing shaft. Quatre’s gasp
made him look up again.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You like it?”
Quatre whispered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Like it…?”
that had always driven him wild. “Smells wonderful.”
He nuzzled up against it, the small curly hairs tickling against his nose. “I’m
gonna take such good care of you. Of this.” His breath ghosted over the wet tip, and he watched
with great delight how Quatre arched up off the bed.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre whimpered
softly. “Trowa, please… Do it now…” His words
dissolved in a cry of pleasure as Trowa started
licking up and down the underside of his cock. It felt wonderful. His head fell
back. He let it seep into him, soothing like a warm shower. Intense like that
first touching of lips, he felt it trickling into his bones.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He looked down
again to look at Trowa’s face. His eyes were closed
in concentration. He looked at his mouth, how it sucked in the head of his
cock. He’d never imagined that mouth capable of doing such wondrous things.
opened his eyes, almost lazily, and noticed Quatre staring at him. He slipped
the tip of Quatre’s cock out of his mouth to speak.
“Is there something wrong, Quatre?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre shook his
head. “It’s just… so strange that you’re doing this to me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Do you want me
to stop?” Trowa wasn’t very eager to ask, but he
wanted to respect Quatre’s feelings.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No. I think I
like you this way.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> smiled and took Quatre’s beautiful organ
back in his mouth, as deep as he could.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre felt Trowa’s mouth engulfing him
completely, the head of his cock enveloped by Trowa’s
throat. “Oh! Are you… deep throating me?” he wheezed.
A low, answering hum vibrated along Quatre’s cock,
and he arched up violently. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Trowa,
that’s amazing.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> hummed again, probably as a thank you.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The heat of Trowa’s mouth around
his hips up, careful not to choke Trowa, but once
anymore and thrust without restraint. His head arched back and he pressed his
eyes against his arm to stop the tears of joy.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> slowly started bobbing his head. He glanced up through his eyelashes
to see Quatre writhing and squirming in rapture, and he wondered how he
could’ve resisted the boy for so long. He swiped his tongue over
the tip over the small hole.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre let go of the headboard and bestowed his fearsome grip on the
bed sheets instead. Trowa’s tongue tickled over the
sensitive head of his cock, sending shivers along his spine. Suddenly
He protruded his tongue, grinning impishly; Trowa
took the hint and pressed their lips together. Quatre could taste the bitter
tang of his own pre cum in Trowa’s mouth. He moaned
eagerly into the kiss, clinging to Trowa, and
heavily when they broke apart again.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You’re so loud,
Quatre,” Trowa panted.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre flushed,
and cast his eyes down. “I can’t help it. I’ll try to keep it down.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Don’t. It turns
me on.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Smiling shyly, Quatre glanced up again. “I didn’t know you could do
that,” he murmured.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I have many hidden talents,” Trowa grinned,
wiggling his eyebrows.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Why did you stop?” He felt a weird kind of tingle in his gut when
breathing quickened.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Say, Quatre,” he whispered in the boy’s ear. “Have you ever heard about…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre gingerly looked aside. Dare he ask? “About
what?” A swift glint flashed through Trowa’s
eyes, making him shiver involuntarily.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“About rimming.”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre gasped and he felt his eyes widening. He quickly looked away.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That is… You’re tongue would… would be…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes,” Trowa murmured slowly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre squeezed his eyes shut to the hot breath on his cheek. Swiftly
licking his lips, he turned again to look into the compelling green eyes of his
new lover. “Show me,” he breathed. He swallowed hard when Trowa
pushed him down on the mattress.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Now, turn over,” Trowa commanded softly. He
grinned as Quatre complied and perched his ass high up in the air for him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre was surprised at himself for showing himself in this way. He
never thought he’d be doing this, sitting there like that, naked, offering
himself so willingly. But he knew it would feel good, very good, and that
offered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Still, it would be so embarrassing. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t,
not now, not when he sat there with up till now probably the hardest cock he had
ever had in his entire life. He loved Trowa, he
trusted him. He wanted to give himself to him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The thoughts that flitted through his head were crushed by a strange
kind of dizziness, when something wet and warmth slowly tickled along his
cleft, all the way, from bottom to top. There it stopped and massaged the
tailbone through the flesh. Then it returned again and halted at the rosy
pucker, gently dancing around before plunging inside. He felt it pulling away
again, and cool air was blown out over it, making him cry out in pleasure. He
felt Trowa’s soft hair stroking over his skin, and
for a brief moment his senses returned long enough to wonder what
splinters again as he found out the answer to that question.
arched his back and violently pushed his hips back, perching his ass if
possible even higher to give Trowa better access. The
sensitive testicle was released and the other one was given the same treatment.
All the while, Trowa’s one hand had slowly caressed
Each time it went up a bit higher, but not quite reached the juncture. At
length, he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking around Quatre’s
hip and reclaiming the weeping cock.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The combination of all those new, exciting sensations caused an erotic
overload in Quatre’s head and made his body react with
an intensity that was as good as strange to him. Sure, he had treated himself
to the occasional hand job before, but never had it felt so consuming. Not even
those two times he was together with Duo. Never had he felt a tongue going up
and down and inside his ass, never had he experienced his balls being sucked
into someone else’s mouth. Trowa’s mouth!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>His nails almost ripped through the sheets and he was starting to worry
the others might hear him, but frankly, he didn’t care. “
you… do that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>With a final wet kiss to Quatre’s entrance,
he crawled next to Quatre again. The boy’s groggy
appearance made him laugh.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Don’t… laugh,” Quatre panted. He lifted his hand to punch
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“How I do that?” Trowa nestled his head on
the pillow, making their eyes level. “Well… maybe you should just try it out
yourself.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre swallowed thickly. “You mean… giving you a blow job, and…?” He
flushed. “And the rimming?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> pressed his lips on Quatre’s again, his eyes
smouldering. “Yes.” His voice seemed to come from the very bottom of his chest.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> “But… How…?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Just let your tongue go wild,” Trowa
grinned. “Look, here’s what we’ll do.” He crawled up. It almost came as a shock
to him that he was still wearing his boxers; he simply hadn’t found the
opportunity yet to take them off. He quickly discarded of them. Then he turned
around, and straddled Quatre’s face.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Trowa, what…?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You know what this is, don’t you?” he said, leaning over and nuzzling
He looked down between his legs and chuckled. Quatre blinked when his cock bumped
against the boy’s nose. After the initial shock, he tentatively took the head
in his mouth and gave a gentle suck.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hmmmm…” Trowa
purred. “That’s nice.” He pressed his nose to Quatre’s
shaft and inhaled the musky scent. “God Quatre, you smell so good.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You already said that,” Quatre giggled.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Because it’s true.”
italic'> He slowly licked up the darkening skin and over the shiny head. “You taste
so good.” Gently thrusting his hips, he arched his back in pure bliss. Quatre
had started sucking harder, in fact, he had the
feeling he was trying to suck his cum right out. Looking down again, he watched
his cock repeatedly sink into Quatre’s mouth. He felt
Quatre caressing up his thighs and squeezing his butt cheeks. He felt them
being pulled open. Quatre shifted a bit under him, and a careful, soft tongue
licked experimentaly at his hole. “God Quatre,” he
groaned, fisting the sheets. It felt nice to be pleasured there. The tongue
wiggled inside and gently moved around. Then it popped out again, sliding wildly
up and down his cleft. Hot breath puffed over the wet skin, sharp teeth grazed
and nipped. “Shit…” he whimpered, letting his head drop. His cock was neglected
for the moment, and ached maddeningly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Quatre… What
would you say if we took it a step further?” Trowa
panted. He looked over his shoulder to
see why Quatre had stopped. What he saw made his cock twitch. Quatre was
staring at him with half lidded, hungry eyes, slightly panting.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I think I’d like that,” Quatre murmured. His voice sounded very
sultry.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> felt Quatre softly bucking his hips, and looking down again, he saw
the legs wide open. “Fuck…” he gasped. He quickly crawled off Quatre and sidled
next to him. “Wait… um… Lube.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You have any?”
Quatre said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No but…”
the bedside cabinet apart in his search for something they could use. “It’s
okay, anything that slides. Here,” he said, digging up a half empty bottle.
“This will do.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre took the
bottle from him. “You use handcream?” To his delight,
he noticed that it had mint and eucalyptus in it. It was like the kind of lube
Duo had wanted to use on him. He’d said that it would feel special.
raised an eyebrow, as if to dare Quatre to ridicule him. “Yes. Got a problem
with that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No. I always
knew you had it in you. That feminine side,” Quatre grinned.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh, but I also
have a very manly side,” Trowa growled, taking the
bottle back from Quatre and unscrewing it. “Besides, I’m not the one using baby
lotion.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You should.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Are you implying
that my skin isn’t soft enough?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes.”
fell open in mock indignation. He tickled Quatre punishingly
in the ribs, and Quatre gave a loud, squealing laugh, attempting a counter
attack. But they were both too horny to keep it up for long, and with a
let’s-get-down-to-business-grin, Trowa pushed
hole. Even though he knew that Quatre had little experience, he was still
surprised to see Quatre tensing up.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Is there…
something wrong?” He was hesitant to ask, afraid that Quatre might get cold
feet.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre forced an awkward smile. “Yeah… It’s just that um… I would like
you to… if you don’t mind… I…” He bit his nails, nervous to say what he wanted.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Go on, Quatre.
italic'> Don’t be shy. What would you like me to?” Trowa
urged him gently.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Would you want to…” He felt his cheeks growing
hot. “Would you want to ride me?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oooh…” Trowa said
slowly, laughing softly. “Does that turn you on?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre nodded quickly. “Yes, I think that would turn me on.” He closed
his eyes and smiled, picturing it. “Do you want to do it?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Sure,” Trowa smiled. He grabbed the cream
and handed it to Quatre, but Quatre laid back and looked up coyly to him.
“Would you do it?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Grinning, Trowa squeezed the cream on his
hand and spread it slowly over Quatre’s length in
rolling motions. Quatre sighed and arched on the bed. “You’re pretty big
yourself, you know,” Trowa said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre chuckled. “Surprised?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Frankly, yes.”
italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Trowa!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> was too late to avoid the pillow being flung his way, and he gave a
punishing tug at Quatre’s cock. Quatre cried out,
making Trowa chuckle. “That’s what happens to naughty
boys.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re naughty yourself!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> straddled Quatre and leaned over to kiss him. “
carefully impaled himself. His face briefly twisted with the shock of pain, but
then it was gone again.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre watched how his cock was slowly swallowed by Trowa’s
ass. The narrow passage squeezed him, tormented him. He pressed fisted hands to
his eyes and tried to control the bucking of his hips. “
thrashed his head to the side, his hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheet. A
purely sexual energy coursed through his veins. A knot of tension was building
in the pit of his belly, and too soon, he felt it about to burst.
gasped.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> noticed, and quickly reached behind him to squeeze the base of
quickly sank down to the hilt. “It tingles,” he panted.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What tingles?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“The cream.
italic'> Don’t you feel it? It feels cold and hot at the same time.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Ugh… yeah… It’s because of the mint.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> lifted his hips again, about to start a rhythm, but Quatre stopped
him. “Wait. Let me… look at you.” He let his fingers leisurely roam over
the smooth skin. Getting to know this side of him better.
“You’re so… perfect. Beautiful,” Quatre sighed. His hand dropped again, and he
started stroking Trowa’s straining length. He looked
up to the smiling lips, the lust-clouded eyes.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> clenched his channel, and laughed as Quatre yelped and bucked his
hips.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Do it!” Quatre hissed. He started squirming, hardly aware of how
erotic he looked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> made a soft growling sound at the back of his throat, and lifting his
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre threw his head back and cried out. His cock felt hot inside of
it feel cold, and the combination drove him wild. Their hips met in frantic
thrusts, though Quatre looked a bit strained. It felt rather unnatural. Their
eyes met, and Trowa quickly shook his head. They
couldn’t find a rhythm.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s not working this way,” Trowa panted,
stopping momentarily. “We’ll try something else.” With a loud thud, he fell on
his back beside Quatre, and opening his legs, he motioned for Quatre to crawl
in between. “Maybe it’ll go better if you go on top.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre leaned up on his elbow, his eyes wide in disbelief.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Relax,” Trowa smiled, the corner of his
mouth twitching mischievously. “I’ll guide you through it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Confused, but also somewhat reassured, Quatre positioned himself
between Trowa’s legs and guided his cock to
amazed how Trowa’s passage accommodated so easily to
the intrusion.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That’s right, just push it all in,” Trowa
instructed patiently.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre was intrigued. Trowa hardly even
flinched this time! “Trowa, are you sure this is your
first time? You already seem so used to it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I used toys,” Trowa confessed. “But believe
me, the real thing feels so much better.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh…” Quatre said slowly. “So, now what?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Now you pull back. Careful! Not too much, it’ll pop out again. Let the
head inside.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Like this?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes. Now, you thrust back in.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre gingerly pushed his cock into Trowa
again. It wasn’t so hard. He tried it out a few times, experimentally, and
shifted his weight as Trowa went lying more
comfortable. When he tried to push in again, he lost his balance, and comically
fell on top of Trowa. “Shit…” he muttered. He
wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That’s okay,” Trowa smiled, amused with the
blush on Quatre’s cheeks. “Just put your hands on
either side of me and lean onto them. Now, you keep thrusting, but faster, and
deeper, and harder.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Deeper?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Yes- Oh!
italic'> Fuck…” Trowa gasped.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre looked up in slight alarm. “What? Did I do something wrong? Are
you hurt? I blew it, didn’t I?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That was my prostate!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh. That’s good, isn’t it?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Very good!”
italic'> Trowa groaned. “Do it again.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Encouraged by Trowa’s eagerness, he did it
again, careful to do it right. The friction made him giddy.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Mmm, yeah.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Like that,” Trowa
nodded. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He grinned at Quatre’s
rosy cheeks and blissful smile.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah,” Quatre panted. “It feels… very hot inside of you, and…
slippery. It feels very different from when I do it myself.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s about to get a lot better. Try do go a bit faster.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes. I’ll do my best.” He leaned over and pressed their torsos
together. Trowa smelled different now. He smelled of
sweat and pre cum. He smelled of sex. Quatre inhaled the scent deeply
and smiled, enjoying Trowa’s heat against him,
careful to keep on hitting Trowa’s prostate.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Do you enjoy it, Quatre?” Trowa asked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Quatre’s
italic'> answer was a strangely deformed gargle, and Trowa
chuckled. “Am I… doing it right?” he panted.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re doing fine. Now, try to thrust a bit harder.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Hard, deep and fast?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes.” Trowa reached for Quatre’s
chin and made eye contact. The boy’s expression was one of pure rapture.
“Quatre, I want you to fuck me like I’m yours. Like there’s no one else in the
world for you.” He watched Quatre blinking a few times. Then his eyes darkened,
his lips curled in a very playful way. He crushed their lips together and
kissed Trowa violently. He gave a particularly hard
thrust, and Trowa wrenched his head away from the
kiss, crying out. Quatre’s cock was slightly thicker
than his own, and stimulated him in a very interesting way. “Quatre…” he
hissed.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre shivered when his name was being hissed into his ear. He plunged
his tongue into Trowa’s ear, then
licked up the ear shell, and Trowa moaned hoarsely.
“God, I just love the way you moan,” Quatre growled. He felt
his spine, down to the small of his back, pressing, gently prompting him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m close…” Trowa gasped.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Me… too…” Quatre panted. His cock felt impossibly hard. The rhythm of
his thrusts had become mad, striving for satisfaction. He once again felt the
knot of tension in his stomach, and this time he welcomed it. “
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Let yourself go…” Trowa squeezed his anus to
give his lover the final push over that blissful edge.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Ah! Trowa
clawing his fingers in the sheets, he felt his cum squirting forcefully into
cum spread between their stomachs, and his cock was gripped tightly in rhythmic
convulsions. “Dear god!” he sobbed. He could feel Trowa’s
raging heartbeat against his chest, and heard his own pounding in his ears.
Gradually, it slowed down again. He fell forward on top of Trowa,
exhausted, and let himself be rolled to the side, Trowa
looming over him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Quatre, you animal,” Trowa said softly.
There was no sarcasm in his voice.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre felt himself flushing hotly. “I got carried away a bit too
much?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m just… surprised.” He smiled and stroked at the sweaty bangs on
a top?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It was amazing. With you… it was just…” He suddenly reached up and
pressed his lips to Trowa’s. Trowa
eagerly reciprocated, kissing Quatre’s lips again and
again. They were like chocolate to him; he just couldn’t get enough of them.
Then he sighed deeply, and smiled, gazing down on Quatre.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What?” Quatre said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>"You just… You're so cute when you smile."
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>"You think so?"
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>"Yes. You have these dimples in your cheeks when you smile."
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre pulled his lips between his teeth. Then he bit them, and licked
them, then they opened up to once again feast on Trowa's
warm and luscious mouth. “I love you.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time. “I love you too,”
he sniffled. “But I think you already knew that.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>They nestled warmly under the sheet. “Say Trowa,
there’s something I’ve been wondering about for a long time,” Quatre said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What,” Trowa murmured, lazily fingering
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Back at the time when you were at the circus, with Catherine…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The fingers in Quatre’s hair stilled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Was there ever… more?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> swallowed. "With Catherine... There might've been the occasional
blowjob.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Really?”
italic'> Quatre said, only mildly surprised.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes. I wasn't really attracted to her. But man, she could do some
wicked things with her mouth though."
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre laughed, and Trowa kissed the dimple
on his left cheek. He had always liked that about him. Quatre stretched, very
conscious of how nice the contact of their naked skin felt. “Will it always be
like this? When we’re together; the passion, the warmth... All
the butterflies.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes,” Trowa nodded with conviction. “I’ll
make sure of it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, it won’t,” Quatre chuckled. “We’re gonna get used to it. We’ll
take it for granted.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’d like to find out then,” Trowa said,
rubbing a finger over Quatre’s upper arm, “how to
keep it interesting. Besides, it’s not so bad if the passion will lessen a bit
in time. I want to create a bond with you, get to know you. I want to become so
familiar with you, like when I'd ask you if you need something from the
supermarket. Just ordinary things, like some milk, or orange juice, and I would
know which milk or orange juice you’d like. Or like when you'd fall asleep on
the couch with your head in my lap, and my ass would hurt so much from all the
sitting, but I'd be afraid to move because I don't want to wake you, and it
would feel so comfy and warm. To wake up in the morning, and
know that I get to spend another day with you. It must feel great."”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But, Trowa,” Quatre sighed. “
you. That is something that will never go away.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I think it’s
already dulled a bit,” Trowa smiled. He couldn’t keep
his eyes off Quatre’s face. After all the stolen
glances, the furtive fleeting looks, he wanted to look at him fully, wanted to
drink in the vision of him, and his thrist for it
would never be quenched. “And it will dull more over time. Until it are just…
stupid, foolish memories.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“That’s so nice
of you to say,” Quatre murmured. “You really must love me a lot.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You have no
idea,” Trowa said with a crooked grin, playfully
nibbling along Quatre’s jaw.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre giggled.
“You wanna go get some breakfast now?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I think I just
had the best breakfast in the world,” Trowa purred, unwilling
to stop the attack on Quatre’s jaw and neck.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The sheet lifted,
and Trowa disappeared under it, and Quatre gasped and
mewled. He suspected that, by now, they might have an audience at the other
side of the wall. He didn’t care. He was happy.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>And the numbers
all added up.
end.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Author’s Note: So,
that was it! :D If you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment. I have worked
on it for more than five long years, so needless to
say, it would make me very happy. ^_^