July 2000
Yaoi, Group Sex
Both boys froze. Quatre was basically naked, with his pajama bottoms pooled around his ankles. Heero was still bent over, face to face with Quatre's hardness. Heero straightened up quickly. Quatre looked down, feigning embarrassment, and noticed how tight Heero's shorts had become. Quatre tried to hide a grin at their situation.
"I'm sorry, Heero. I can't seem to help myself," Quatre said softly, trying to hide his amusement and making no effort to cover himself.
Heero tried to back away but soon found himself against the wall. He tried to speak but only succeeded in stuttering. He wanted to issue a denial but then realized his body was betraying him. Quatre was staring fixedly at his obvious arousal.
"I... I'm not like that," managed Heero faintly, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Quatre's lean body.
"Uh huh," agreed Quatre, stepping out of his pants and approaching Heero slowly. "So how do you explain that?" he asked, indicating Heero's hard-on.
Heero blushed furiously, but couldn't deny his arousal. "I don't know. I've never... you know... with... a... guy," he finished slowly.
Quatre stopped just in front of the taller pilot. "I figured that, Heero."
Heero looked down to avoid Quatre's gaze, but then thought better of it when he realized what he was staring at then. He looked up, into Quatre's big blue eyes, and swallowed nervously.
Quatre smiled sweetly up at Heero. "I've always thought you were gorgeous, Heero. I've dreamed of being with you. I just never thought there would be a chance." Quatre reached out slowly and ran a finger down Heero's chest. Heero gasped and closed his eyes. Quatre came closer, almost touching the other pilot. "Is there a chance, Heero?"
Heero opened his eyes to see the cute blond only inches away from him. Not trusting his voice, he nodded. Quatre smiled happily and said, "So what do you want to do, then?"
"I want to... touch you," Heero replied tentatively.
"Go ahead, then, touch me," Quatre said, putting his hands behind his neck and arching his back seductively. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want."
"I don't know how," Heero replied nervously.
"Then let me help you," Quatre replied, taking Heero's hands in his own. He placed Heero's hands on his chest and slowly moved them down his body. When they reached his waist, Quatre moved Heero's hands around to his back and pressed his naked body against Heero's.
When Heero felt Quatre melt against him, and felt his hardness against his thigh, he decided to take control. His own arousal pressed against the smaller boy's stomach, Heero wrapped his arms around Quatre and leaned down to kiss him. Quatre closed his eyes and lifted his face to Heero's. Their lips met at last.
Quatre's lips were soft, softer than any Heero had ever known. They parted easily for Heero's questing tongue. Heero lost himself in the kiss as Quatre opened to him.
The kiss seemed to go on forever as the two pilots melted together.
They parted finally, Heero gasping for breath because he had forgotten to breathe. Quatre smiled up at him. "Are you ok, Heero?" he inquired.
"Not really, but I will be," Heero answered softly and kissed Quatre roughly. When they parted for the second time, the blond's sweet lips were bruised by the force of Heero's kiss. This time, Quatre was the one left panting.
"Oh, Heero, I love it when you're forceful," murmured Quatre.
Suddenly Heero realized that Quatre was still weak. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?" he asked worriedly. Quatre looked so fragile.
Quatre laughed. "I am still a bit weak, yes. But don't forget I'm still a Gundam pilot. I'm tougher than I look. I can take anything you've got, Heero."
Heero blushed, but decided that playing dumb was a bit silly now that he had kissed Quatre. "Are you sure?" he asked with a wicked grin, thrusting his hips against the smaller boy. "I've got quite a lot."
"I can feel that, Heero," Quatre responded, slipping his hand between them and gently stroking the taller pilot's arousal, causing Heero to moan.
"Oh, Quatre..." Heero said. "I feel like I'm going to explode. But I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it!"
"We could start by taking your clothes off," suggested Quatre with an innocent look on his face, though what he was doing to Heero was certainly not innocent. "Let me."
Quatre slid his small hands under Heero's tank top and pulled it up, deliberately brushing against Heero's nipples as he did so. Heero gasped, amazed by the feeling such a simple touch could bring.
Quatre pulled the shirt off Heero and let it drop to the floor. The small blond then focused his attention on Heero's bulging spandex shorts. It was obvious that there was no underwear underneath. Quatre hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled slowly. Freed from the constricting material, Heero's erection sprang out immediately, its impressive length poking out the top of his shorts. Heero moaned with anticipation as Quatre eased the shorts the rest of the way off. Finally, Heero stood as naked as Quatre, feeling slightly embarrassed until he saw the reverent look on Quatre's face as he drank in the sight of his muscled body.
"Oh, Heero, you're amazing," Quatre breathed. He ran his hands over the taller pilot's lean body as if to memorize it. Heero threw back his head and moaned from the attention Quatre's hands were giving him.
Heero was savoring the mounting tension in his body when he realized that Quatre was giving equal attention to all parts of his body-except for one vital area. Thrusting upward, hoping for a stroke, a touch, anything to ease the ache, Heero opened his eyes to see a happy look on the blond boy's face.
"What do you want me to do, Heero?" Quatre breathed innocently into Heero's ear.
Moaning with frustration, Heero thrust his hips against Quatre desperately.
"Do you want me to touch you, Heero?" Quatre asked.
Heero nodded, beyond words. He watched Quatre greedily as the smaller boy slowly sank to his knees in front of him.
Quatre settled on his knees in front of the highly aroused pilot. He looked up at Heero and deliberately licked his lips. Heero panted. Slowly, ever so slowly, Quatre began to lick the underside of Heero's hardness. Heero began moaning and thrusting his hips.
"Now, Heero, if you want me to do this properly, you must be still," admonished Quatre. Normally a man of few words, now Heero could only nod. Quatre returned to his task.
Now Quatre began delicately licking the tip. Heero moaned. Swirling his tongue around ever so slowly, Quatre looked up at the Gundam pilot above him. He loved this so much, taking a man who was always in control and reducing him to a seething mass of greedy nerve endings. Quatre smiled and without any warning, plunged Heero deep into his soft mouth. Heero nearly screamed at the sensation that was so unlike anything else he had ever imagined. So hot, so wet, so... Heero began gasping for air as he forgot to breathe again.
After just a few moments of Quatre's expert tongue, the Perfect Soldier's knees were trembling so much he could barely stand. Realizing this, Quatre suggested they make use of the warm bath water that was currently being neglected.
Quatre led the trembling Heero over to the bathtub, and they slid in.
Quatre and Heero slipped into the warm bath water. Both boys were on their knees facing each other. Quatre slipped his arms around Heero's neck and began to kiss him in earnest. Heero's lips parted and his tongue answered Quatre's with increasing confidence. They moved closer until their wet bodies were pressed together. On their knees, the difference in height was not as apparent as their arousals rubbed together with delicious friction that made Heero moan again.
Heero thrusted against Quatre, looking for more contact. Quatre pushed Heero gently back until he was reclining against the end of the tub. Quatre straddled Heero's legs as he inched his way up the pilot's body, kissing all the way. Quatre paused to tease Heero's nipples for a while as Heero gasped and thrust himself upward involuntarily.
"Quatre, I... can't stand it much longer," Heero panted.
"Then let me show you something even better," smiled Quatre as he finally straddled Heero's lap.
Using the water as natural lubrication, Quatre raised his hips and positioned himself over Heero's rock hard sex. He paused for a moment to savor the look of helpless abandon on the normally stoic pilot's face, then even he could wait no longer. He fixed his eyes on Heero's chiseled features as he lowered himself slowly, impaling himself on Heero. Heero's eyes flew open in shock as unbelievable tightness surrounded him. Quatre bit his lip as he adjusted to Heero, then continued until Heero was fully inside him. Quatre paused.
Heero's mouth hung open as Quatre began to move. Heero gasped as his entire world narrowed to one thing, the unimaginable feeling of being deep inside the blond boy. It was so tight, so hot, that Heero thought he would either explode or burn up. Strong hands gripped the sides of the tub so hard that it seemed they would crack. Quatre continued the delicious rhythm, and Heero began to thrust in answer. Quatre leaned forward to capture Heero's mouth with his. Heero could feel Quatre's arousal now trapped between them. Heero began to thrust harder. Now it was Quatre's turn to moan as the smaller boy was filled repeatedly by Heero's urgent length. Their rhythm became uneven as both boys fought for control, for a few more agonizingly wonderful moments.
Quatre lost control first, unable to resist the twin sensations of his arousal pressed between them and Heero's passion inside him. The blond boy screamed as he reached his climax, coating his and Heero's stomachs. Heero felt Quatre tighten even more, but it was the boy's scream that pushed him over the edge to his own completion. A combination of agony and ecstasy overcame him and a scream came from his throat as he pumped one last time into Quatre.
Quatre collapsed on Heero's chest as the waves of pleasure subsided. Heero released his death grip on the sides of the tub and put trembling arms around Quatre. Quatre wrapped his arms around Heero and the two of them rested that way for a long moment.
A moment which was disturbed by a sharp intake of breath from the doorway.
End Part 2
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