26-Sep-2000
Category: PWP, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 4x3
Warnings: Houston, we have LEMON. Yaoi lemon at that. If that kind of thing bothers you, then please don't read.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Okay, this is my first 4x3 lemon, written at the request of Trowa, ML moderator of GWML among other lists. Here's hoping all went well. You'll have to tell me.
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Trowa had never been to this house of Quatre's. It was different from all the other large estates on L4 and other places that belonged to the Winners. This was a small, rather homey house. Not too large. Not too showy.
"Quatre, what is this place?"
"This was the first house my parents lived in before the Winner fortunes were made. They were struggling to make ends meet. After fortunes were gained and sisters produced, they couldn't bring themselves to get rid of this place. I'm the only one who ever comes here. It's not grand enough for my sisters," Quatre said with a smile.
"It's nice. I like it," Trowa said.
"So do I. It's one of the few places I feel close to both my parents, even though I never knew my mother. Let me show you around."
Quatre proceeded to give Trowa the grand tour of the small house. Being that it was so small two bedrooms, one bath, a small combination kitchen dining room, and living room didn't take long to see. With each room, Quatre removed the coverings to the furniture with loving care. Trowa helped.
Trowa was always amazed when Quatre would share any part of his life with him. He would also try to be equally as open, but that wasn't something that came easily to him. His past was complicated and there was much of that past he would prefer to keep buried. Things he didn't want to dredge up much less sadden or depress Quatre with, so often he said nothing.
Quatre made the two of them a simple meal. The conversation was pleasant, they mostly talked about their fellow pilots and missions late into the evening.
As it got late, Trowa shyly kissed Quatre goodnight and left to go to the smaller bedroom.
Quatre followed Trowa to his room. "Trowa, why do you run from me?"
Trowa mildly surprised by Quatre's appearance in his room, said, "I'm not running."
Quatre walked slowly towards the tall boy, slipping his arms around him and staring up into deep emerald eyes. "You won't let me get close to you. Why is that?" He asked.
Trowa sighed. "It's not that I don't want you to get close," he said closing his eyes, "I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Trowa," Quatre smiled. "You have to stop seeing me as something fragile. I'm only human, like you." He pulled Trowa's head down for a kiss.
"I'm not sure how to be that. Human." Trowa said after the kiss was broken.
"Let me show you, Trowa." Quatre kissed him again. "Will you let me?"
Trowa could feel his resolve melting. "Yes," he whispered. Quatre smiled and kissed him again. More insistent. Trowa relaxed into the kiss.
Quatre felt the taller boy relax. "How about we move this someplace. I'm getting a crick in my neck," he smiled.
Trowa flushed, "Gomen."
Quatre took Trowa's hand and led him to the bed. They sat on the bed and Quatre captured Trowa's lips again. His tongue gently probing, seeking entrance. Trowa's lips parted and he hesitantly allowed his tongue to meet Quatre's. What began as tentative probing got more sensual.
The blond boy stopped long enough to pull Trowa's turtleneck sweater off. He began kissing along Trowa's jawline and down his neck. Trowa began to lie down on the bed as Quatre continued his assault down the neck to Trowa's chest.
As Quatre kissed and gently teased Trowa's nipples into a hardened state, he was thrilled to hear Trowa moaning softly. Every moan spurned Quatre on. Every moan thrilled and excited him. "Trowa I love to hear you moan, don't stop."
If Trowa's brain could form a sentence, he wasn't sure what he would have said. Here was someone he had perceived as an innocent, yet here he himself laid, helpless and on fire. He gasped when he felt Quatre's tongue flick into his navel.
"Gasps are even better," Quatre smiled, as he unfastened the button to those oh so tight jeans. He decided a little a torture was in order, as he slowly unzipped Trowa's jeans.
'How long does it take to unzip jeans?' Trowa groaned in frustration. "Quatre!"
"Oh all right," Quatre said with a hint of mischief, "If you insist!" The jeans were now off, along with Trowa's boxers. He laid along the length of Trowa's body for another long, sensual kiss as he slowly grounded his hips into the beautiful boy beneath him.
Trowa's hips met with Quatre's. The rough texture of Quatre's clothes against his naked body was thrilling. But he knew not as thrilling as it would be bare skin to bare skin. Trowa came back to his senses long enough to attempt to take off Quatre's clothes. But the blond boy stopped him.
"You just stay where you are. I'll take care of this!" Quatre said softly. The Arab boy debated whether to make this a slow strip tease, but decided against it. 'No this time, I must show him how special I think he is to me.' Clothes quickly discarded, he returned to the bed giving his auburn haired lover a soulful kiss as he reached down to caress the boy's length in a gentle yet firm stroke.
Trowa gasped as his body arched desperately to Quatre's touch. Slow, maddening strokes while being kissed and caressed lovingly by Quatre's lips and tongue, left Trowa breathless and pleading. "Please, Quatre."
"Oh course, my love," Quatre responded, giving Trowa a sweet kiss, before reaching for a tube that was in the night stand's drawer. With lubricant carefully placed on his fingers, he leaned in to kiss Trowa as he slid one finger into Trowa's entrance.
Trowa attempted to relax and Quatre's kisses helped. Another finger was slowly added, creating a gentle scissoring motion. Trowa felt slight discomfort but it when Quatre's fingers graze his pleasure spot, he gasped and jerked in surprise and excitement. By the time the third finger was introduced Trowa's body was moving against the fingers so its own accord.
Quatre pulled his fingers away placed lubricant on his aching member and sought to position himself at Trowa's entrance. Trowa's long legs were pulled over Quatre's shoulders. Slowly, Quatre plunged.
Trowa felt minor pain before his thoughts shifted to the sensations of being filled. He felt at peace and as if he were one with Quatre. Now completely seated to the hilt, a fine sheen of sweat over his body, Quatre waited.
Trowa began to shift restlessly beneath his blond lover. Quatre took that as his cue as he slowly pulled back to plunge again. Trowa gasped at the feeling. He wanted more but wasn't sure if he could get the words out. Quatre continued his slow undulations although they were killing him. He wanted to pound the boy into next week, but something told him that going slow was the best method. He didn't want to frighten Trowa or make him uncomfortable.
Finally Trowa found the words, "Quatre, please," he gasped, "harder!"
Quatre complied by pumping into the boy, harder and faster. Trowa had moved one foot to the bed and the other leg was wrapped securely around Quatre's waist. As Trowa would meet each thrust he practically lift himself and Quatre off the bed. Any rhythm to the motion was long lost, as the slapping of skin and deep moans from both boys were the only noises in the room.
When Quatre briefly grasped Trowa's erection again to pump it, the mere touch was enough to send Trowa over the edge, his seed spilling on Quatre's hand and both their stomachs. Quatre tried to make it last longer for his part but the rhythmic clasping of Trowa was too much and he quickly surrendered to his own orgasm as he sent his seed deep inside his love.
After a second to catch his breath, Quatre slowly withdrew from Trowa, but pulled the boy towards him in a loving embrace. He looked lovingly into Trowa's eyes. "Feeling human yet?"
Trowa stared at his lover for a minute before smiling, "Hai. I guess I'm getting there."
OWARI
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