06-Jun-2000
Category: Hmm. Some Angst
Warnings: Yaoi. LEMON ALERT.
Note: Kind of a prequel to my songfic, Even Deeper. Was going to put the words to The Fragile here, but it's a pretty long fic that I should break up into chapters instead.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them (bet it would be fun). Don't sue. If you don't like male-male relationships, don't read.
Quatre got in his car and headed to the estate he owned on earth. //Come on Quatre, be happy for him. He wants her. Why can't he want me?\\ Quatre almost slammed on his brakes. It was a good thing the stretch of road he was on was deserted. //Is that what the problem is? I'm in love with him? What good is that? He's straight. Sure he didn't seem horrified when I made that foolish move on him, but he could have just done that out of kindness.\\
He pulled up to the house, walked in and headed straight for the study.
"What? Did you get lost or something?"
Quatre jumped at the voice and turned around. Abdul sat on the sofa.
"What are you doing here, Abdul? Shouldn't you be with Rani?"
"Ah, so you did run into her. Was it you who put her up to that speech of missing me?" he asked.
"No. I believe that was sincere on her part. Didn't you believe it?" asked Quatre puzzled.
"You know if she had given me that speech a few months ago, I would have gone back, towed the line and we'd be married by now. Call me a bastard, but I wanted her to feel a little pain for a while longer."
"You rejected her?" the boy asked stunned.
"Yes. I'm a little stunned by it myself. I don't know I would have had the strength to do it, if it weren't for you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. It was one of the few conversations I had with her where I wasn't being silly or trying to joke my way out of a situation. Thank you, Quatre." He got up, walked over to Quatre and kissed him.
Quatre's head was swimming. He pulled Abdul to him for another kiss. More kisses followed. Many heated. Abdul didn't fight any of them, he went along almost as eagerly as Quatre.
"Come home with me," said Quatre breathlessly.
"You are home," smiled Abdul.
"I mean on L4, kisama."
"Again with the foul mouth, someone should do something about that."
"Oh I can think of something..." Quatre said with a twinkle in his eye as he buttoned Abdul's shirt and began to give butterfly kisses all over the older man's neck and chest.
Abdul wanted to protest, but his brain forgot to give the message to his mouth. //Allah, this feels good!\\ His hands started caressing the younger boy's shoulders and arms. Quatre would look up at him with loving eyes, that melted his resolve. He would let the boy do whatever he wanted.
Quatre unzipped Abdul's pants and pulled them down. He was a little surprised that Abdul didn't wear underwear. //How could I not have noticed before? Oh well, doesn't matter, he seems happy to see me!\\ He pulled the older man down on the sofa. He began kissing the man from head to toe. Then he took the man's length in his hands and slowly kissed the tip before going down on him.
A loud groan escaped Abdul's lips. His hips rose to meet the blond boy's warm, inviting mouth. He fought the urge to grab the boy's head to pump into him deeper. He was now breathless and dizzy. "Allah, that feels great, Quatre-chan. Mmm."
Quatre stopped his ministrations. Ahmad was disappointed. "What?"
Quatre looked at the man. "I want you to... I want you in me."
Abdul stared back at him. "I've never done anything like that before. What if I hurt you?"
"I'll help you. It will be okay. I promise." He got up and grabbed a tube of lubricant that he had in his desk.
As the boy walked back to him, the moonlight in the window gave him an almost heavenly glow. He kneeled by Abdul on the sofa. Abdul joined him on the floor. "We're not going to just leap in are we? You've been making me feel wonderful, shouldn't I be doing something to... " now embarrassed.
"If I were a woman, what would you do?"
"Well ..." Abdul began before Quatre's finger pressed against the man's lips.
"Don't tell me. Show me," Quatre whispered.
Abdul began kissing Quatre. He rather enjoyed kissing the boy. Lips so soft. So sexy. He started kissing the jawline and neck. He slightly bit the boy at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Quatre gasped. He took the boy's shirt off and cupped his chest as he would a woman. Mind you a flat chested woman, but he started sucking and teasing the nipples. He could hear small moans and gasps from the younger boy. //Guess I'm doing this right.\\ He slowly took off the blond boy's pants and boxers. He let his hands trail down to the boys thighs and he slowly rubbed the tender skin of the inner thighs. The boy started to buck a little with the touch. He pulled Abdul on top of him for a deep kiss, all the while rocking his hips into him. Their penises rubbed against each other and Abdul almost lost it. He had never felt anything like it before.
"I'm ready," said Quatre, breathlessly. He took Abdul's hand and squeezed lubricant on his fingers. "Start slowly with one finger." Noting Abdul's concerned look he said, "It will be fine."
"Okay." He made sure his finger was well covered. He really didn't want to hurt the boy. He slipped one finger inside the entrance slowly.
The boy gasped then willed himself to relax. "It's okay for you to move it around some."
Abdul did as instructed. He moved the finger around a little.
"More."
Abdul slicked up another finger and slide it in to join it's mate. While moving his fingers around he found a spongy spot. As his fingers barely touched it, Quatre gasped and his body shook wantonly to that touch. Even his erection seemed to get harder.
"Mmmmoooorre!"
Abdul slicked up a third finger and entered it into the writhing boy. Now he was trying to remember where that spongy spot was exactly so he'd remember to aim for it when the time came. Now he didn't have to move his fingers much, Quatre was doing all the work. He assumed the boy was ready. He looked at Quatre and all he could do is nod his head, "yes". He removed the fingers, much to the disappointed moan from the boy. He took some lubricant and coated his penis then carefully position himself.
He slowly pushed in. Quatre moaned in something that sounded akin to pain and he stopped all movement. //I am hurting him!\\ Quatre looked at him and nodded for him to proceed further. He pushed a little more waiting for a response. The process was slow. The sensation excruciating. Quatre nodded his head, and Abdul pushed. He was now up to the hilt. He stopped and waited. He could tell Quatre was trying to adjust to the feel, but that single tear in the boy's eye worried him. He leaned down and kissed it away. The boy was now making noises of protest as he wiggled his hips in frustration.
So Abdul pulled back slowly then plunged in slowly. He started a slow undulation.
"Deeper," Quatre's voice said raggedly. So Abdul pulled further back until he was almost out of the entrance and pushed in remembering what angle he needed hit the sweet spot. That drove the boy crazy and now he was arching to meet with Abdul's thrusts. It was making it harder for him to continue the slow thrust and he started to abandon the slow rhythm altogether.
The sensation was incredible. Different. Quatre was so warm and tight it was driving him to distraction. Thoughts of not hurting him flew out the window as he heard the boy cry out his name in wanton lust. He knew he couldn't keep it together much longer. But he wanted the boy to succumb first. So now he deliberately, repeatedly hit the sweet spot. Quatre began stroking his erection and with a groan, exploded all over the place. The tightening reflex caught Abdul completely by surprise and soon he was releasing his seed deep inside Quatre.
He collapsed on top of the boy, breathing hard. He withdrew his softening penis from the boy and laid next to him, cradling the boy in his arms.
"So did I do okay?"
Quatre laughed. "You did better than okay, my friend. What about you?"
"That was a unique experience."
"One you would repeat again?" He asked the older man, worriedly.
"With you? Yes. With any other man? No." He kissed the boy, then settled in for a quick nap.
End part 4
(:./babaca/fragile4)
