15-Oct-2005
Title: Coming Of Age - 13/?
Author: tkmaxwell777
Fandom: Gundam Wing AC
Category: Yaoi/Yuri/Het
Pairings: 1x2x4 ongoing (2x4, 1x1, 1x4x2), OCx3, 5xH, OCxS, DxR
Rating: NC-17 Overall
Warnings: Angst, Language, Lemon (Threesome), Masturbation, and Sap
Archived: Fanfiction Section at GWA at www.gwaddiction.com AND
Bittersweet_Haven ML at http://groups.yahoo.com/groups/tkmaxwell777bhml/
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or its characters. It is the property of Shin Kidousenki, Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and any other affiliated parties. This story is a parody of its defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original anime series. All underage characters engaging in any sexual activity in my stories are considered Emancipated Minors. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic or sexual relationships. It is not meant to be a commentary on the political, social, or spiritual ramifications of homosexuality. Content neither condones nor condemns any of the lifestyles or views portrayed. I write these stories because of the interesting dynamics between the characters and complex personality types that inspire the exploration of relationships beyond friendship without regard to gender or preference. I make no money doing this, so please do not sue me for writing it. Constructive feedback is always greatly appreciated!
Duo woke to find Heero's blue eyes staring back at him over the mussed hair of their lover, who was still nestled between them, body turned towards Heero, with Duo curled around him. They'd all gone to bed as soon as they'd gotten back to the hotel around two that morning. Quatre had been an emotional wreck, whispering apologies once they were all under the covers. Duo had watched in amazement as Heero soothed him, including Duo in his words of comfort since the braided man couldn't seem to do it. The former Deathscythe pilot had been upset, but mostly because Quatre had taken out his frustrations on Heero and then blamed Duo for it. That hadn't been fair, and he refused to let his blond get by with it. That thought made Duo wince, and Heero gave him an answering scowl.
"You need to quit being angry with Quatre," the dark-haired man said in a low voice, obviously not wanting to wake the blond up just yet. "I know he said some things last night that he shouldn't have, but you know as well as I do why he did it, and that he didn't really mean them."
Duo frowned. "I know that. How can you think I'm still angry since I'm practically wrapped around him?"
Heero snorted. "I might have been emotionally repressed in the past, but that doesn't mean I can't see what's going on with you now. You're just hiding from your feelings. You may be holding him, but you're still hurt about what happened. Just admit it so we can get beyond this."
The braided man huffed, looking away uncomfortably. "There's nothing to admit."
"Yes there is," Heero replied levelly.
"No, there isn't, and even if there was, I don't have to," Duo countered with a glower.
His dark-haired lover smirked, trying a different tact. "Yes, you do... or no topping me for a week."
"Hey! No fair!" Duo exclaimed in a hushed voice. "Quatre and I don't withhold sex because of an argument, so you can't either..."
Heero just smirked wider. "I didn't say I was withholding it. I'll be more than happy to take you."
"That's not funny, Heero," the braided man pouted. He knew Heero was right, but he didn't have to like it.
"It's not meant to be." Heero sighed, reaching out his hand to brush Duo's bangs. "Look, I just don't want you to make this more than it is. This is the kind of thing that can destroy our relationship, and neither of us wants that."
Duo slumped and finally gave in. "You should understand how I feel."
"I do, and I was hurt just as much as you were, but we have to get over it, Duo. We both love Quatre, and I know he loves both of us. This thing with Trowa has become something else other than Quatre wanting him. It's more about giving up the familiar to take hold of the unknown, and that can be scary. We need to be here for him."
Duo gave him a half-hearted glare. "Since when did you become such an expert on relationships?"
"Since I realized that I wanted you," the dark-haired man said with a smile. "I did a lot of reading on the subject of dating these past few months." His smile turned rueful. "I'm just glad it's also relevant to being with two people."
"Guess that does help," Duo grumbled, but he felt warmth fill him at the thought of Heero doing 'research' for him.
"I know the three of us have only been together for less than two days, but I'm beginning to feel just as strongly for Quatre as I do for you, and I want this to work," Heero stated simply.
"I know," the former Deathscythe pilot sighed, "I do too, and I don't have a problem with you lovin' him 'cause of how I feel about you, but Trowa..."
Heero nodded. "He's different because you're afraid of losing Quatre if Trowa changes his mind about him."
"Yeah." It was true, even if Duo didn't want to face it. His heart hurt if he even thought about it.
"Well, we have two choices then," Heero told him softly. "We can either let him go, or we love him in spite of this problem. I'm not letting him go. How about you? You going to just walk away now, Maxwell?"
Duo growled. "Not without one helluva fight, Yuy. He's mine... mine and yours. I'm gonna be selfish for once in my life. Trowa's not gettin' him."
"So does that mean you forgive me?" Quatre asked suddenly, startling the two other mans as he shifted to lie on his back. His face still held a mixture of guilt and fear as he looked up expectantly at Duo.
Duo met that gaze unflinchingly. "I forgave you last night, Cat. I was just hurt over it, yanno? But Heero's right about us being in this together, and nothin's gonna change that."
Quatre closed his eyes. "I never meant to hurt either one of you... ever. I just... it's so hard to explain." He sighed. "I want both of you, I do. I just get all confused over how I feel about Trowa. I feel like I've ruined things..."
"Nothing is ruined," Heero replied calmly, running his fingers through the blond's hair until he looked at him. "We just have to strengthen our relationship and not dwell on the past." He slid his hand down Quatre's chest, causing him to gasp in surprise. "Touch can be a powerful reinforcement tool. I think we need to retrain with physical interaction until our emotions stabilize again."
"What? Tool? Retrain?" Quatre's voice was unsteady, his breathing ragged as Heero's hand continued downward.
Heero looked at Duo. The braided man blinked at him in surprise at first but then snickered as he asked wickedly, "Physical interaction? Do you mean make-up sex?"
"I can't think of a better way to show each other that we still want to be together," Heero said huskily, his hands straying over to brush Duo's thigh.
Duo met Quatre's hopeful gaze and gave him a grin. "Oh yeah, I am so there. Who's doing who?"
Quatre moaned as Heero's hand finally took hold of his morning erection, but he was looking at Duo, needing him to make everything all right again. He and Duo had hurt each other before in the past, especially near the beginning of their relationship, but they'd always managed to work through it. Even though Heero was a new emotional piece to their puzzle now, he seemed to fall into place more easily than Duo at this point. Quatre was encouraged when Duo grinned at him in that familiar way.
"Oh yeah, I am so there. Who's doing who?"
The blond felt the tight band around his heart loosen as violet eyes began to gleam with desire. He looked over at Heero then, seeking direction. It was odd; when they'd begun this relationship, he'd thought that he would be the voice of reason between the three of them, but Heero was the one who seemed to understand exactly what they all needed most of the time. It made Quatre respect him even more, and from that respect, love him as much.
"I want to make sure that my two lovers are truly reconciled," Heero answered with an impish twinkle in his blue eyes. "Duo, I want you to show Quatre that he still belongs with you." When Duo nodded, Heero looked over at Quatre. "Cat, I want to watch you give yourself to Duo again to show him how much you want to be with him."
"Okay, but what will you being doing?" The blond asked, not wanting to leave Heero out.
Heero gave him a heated look. "I'm going to watch you and give myself a 'good morning' session of my own."
Quatre couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the thought. His eyes sought Duo's again and saw a matching need there... and a growing excitement from Heero's words. "Duo?"
Duo didn't need further prompting. Giving Heero one last pleased smile, he focused his attention on Quatre, leaning down to kiss him softly. Then he pulled back to where their lips were just a breath apart. "Do you want me to thrust into you, Cat?" The blond loved dirty talk, and Duo did it well, but sometimes it was more about submission. The braided man rolled his hips, his arousal pressing against Quatre's leg. "Do you need to feel me pulse inside you?" Duo's hand joined Heero's on their blond's skin. "To feel me claim you? To let me have you?"
"Yes!" Quatre cried out, bucking underneath their hands. He'd been so stupid the night before, and thinking that he'd messed things up between them had made him miserable. He didn't want to hurt anymore. Heero and Duo were offering him what he needed... what he wanted... he just had to open himself to them and stop fighting it.
When Duo pulled away, Quatre reached out frantically. The other man just grinned and reached for the lube on the nightstand. "We're going to need this, baby, 'cause I'm gonna make you scream before we're through." He looked over and winked at Heero. "We gotta give Ro a good show, after all."
Quatre saw Heero smirk as the dark-haired man got out of bed.
Heero got up and dragged one of the chairs over to the bed. His two lovers paused long enough to watch him with curious looks, Duo's hand still grasping the lube as Quatre was turning over. Heero just smiled and sat down. This seemed rather commonplace until he draped his legs over the arms of the chair, opening himself to aqua and violet gazes. The stunned yet desirous looks he garnered was worth the setup. Keeping their eyes locked on his own, he licked his palm before grabbing his hardened erection. Duo and Quatre moaned as they watched him pump the length slowly... lovingly... teasingly.
"Shit, Cat, let's get on with this," Duo gasped, flipping the tube open, still taking in Heero's display.
Quatre rolled over, his face towards the chair and its spectacle as well. "Hurry. I can't take watching him like this."
The former Wing pilot smiled in amusement. "Please, don't mind me. Take your time."
The two men did the exact opposite. Although Duo made sure Quatre was stretched well, he was soon thrusting into the blond, Quatre crying out at the feeling of the braided man's entry, both of them still watching Heero's languid yet lusty touches. Heero was enjoying his own show, watching Duo grab Quatre's hips as he drove into him, and Quatre shove back against Duo as he took all that his lover would give. It was an incredible sight.
"Stroke him, Duo." Heero breathed out, letting his thumb brush over his own slit, smearing the fluid there. He was getting close, and he wanted to see his lovers come before he did.
"Heero," Duo panted, as he reached under Quatre and began pumping him. "Come on Cat. We gotta make him lose it before us." He leered at Heero, hair soaked to his forehead.
Quatre laughed breathlessly, as he gazed over at Heero himself. "Like what you see, Ro? Like... ooh... seeing Duo's cock inside me? Wish it were you in my... ahh... ass? I'll let you take me next. Uhn... would you like that? Want to be buried to the hilt... feeling me... oh yeah, Duo right there... clench around you?"
Heero groaned, his imagination painting in the feelings to go with those images. His hand sped up of its own volition, his hips thrusting upwards into his own touch. "Shit." He hadn't expected this.
"He feels... good, Heero," Duo continued Quatre's taunts. "Tight and hot. The way... mmm... the way he moves against you... yeah, like that... makes your balls... touch his soft skin. His cock throbbing... in your hand... makes you want to come inside him... sticky seed filling him... so he knows that he's yours... getting close, Cat... sticky seed on your hand...ugh... so you know that you're his... damn, but it's good!" That last part was moaned as Duo slammed into the blond.
"Duo!" Quatre cried out, arching into the other man's movements, Duo's words for the blond as much as Heero.
That was it for Heero though. His control had once been absolute, but his lovers on the bed had ended that ability in only two days time - J would have been livid over that, but Heero couldn't find the will to care. He spent himself all over his stomach and hand as pleasure shook his body. Warm semen flowed from him as he pumped every bit of his passion out. His eyes never left the scene on the bed, though; he watched as Quatre came, fluid spraying the sheets beneath him. Duo wasn't far behind, his body rigid as he emptied himself into their blond lover.
The three of them tried to catch their breaths. It was Heero who finally managed to speak. "That wasn't very nice, you two. I think you're going to have to make it up to me by letting me take both of you."
Duo snorted as he pulled out of the blond carefully. "And that would be a punishment, how?
Quatre was smirking at his shorter-haired lover. "If that's your idea of determent, you need to rethink your strategy."
"So you're saying that it would be a pleasurable chastisement?" The Japanese man asked in mock disbelief.
Duo and Quatre shared a look before fixing their eyes on Heero again. "Yep," they said in unison.
Heero just chuckled.
The three lovers rested for a while; Heero still in the chair, and Duo and Quatre lying on the bed. Bright smiles of contentment didn't take long to change into grins of mischief, leers of desire, and smirks of affection. Heero didn't move from his place as he looked over the other two men. Duo and Quatre wondered when Heero would give out his 'discipline'. When Heero shifted his legs from the chair arms but didn't get up, two pairs of eyes stayed on him.
"Quatre, why don't you get Duo prepped for me?" Heero finally asked. His groin was still exposed by his slightly spread legs, an erection already beginning to appear again, showing that his interest was returning.
The blond knew what Heero was doing but didn't hesitate to roll over towards Duo. "I can do that." He wanted to touch his longhaired lover again, and it was another way to re-establish their intimacy.
Duo scooted closer to Quatre, smiling before he kissed the other man on the nose. "You're just doing his 'dirty work' for him, you know. Not that I mind, but I would expect more resistance from you, Mr. Winner, sir."
Quatre laughed as he lubed his finger and placed it at Duo's entrance. "The dirtier the job the better, I always say."
"You are such a little slut," the former Deathscythe pilot purred as he tugged on long blond locks.
"And you're always a bitch in heat," the blond replied with a glint in his eyes as he pushed a finger inside.
"And I'm a wanton pervert," Heero interjected, his hand already rubbing himself. "Now that that's settled, let's get on with this."
Duo and Quatre snickered together, but the former Sandrock pilot didn't waste any time getting Duo ready. It wasn't long before the braided man was crying out for more, and they were both as hard as Heero. So taken with their own passion, they didn't notice when Heero joined them on the bed until his hands were caressing their skin. Then Heero was pulling Quatre away, motioning for Duo to shift to the side more, gaining an annoyed but understanding look from the other man. Once positioned, Heero entered Quatre in a single motion, aided by the fact that the blond had just been taken by Duo. The dark-haired man thrust in a steady rhythm for quite a while, bringing Quatre to the brink, before pulling out to keep them from finding release.
"You're turn, Duo," Heero panted as he nudged Quatre over.
The blond man followed his lover's lead but was pouting. Quatre had learned to appreciate Heero's lovemaking much more than he'd expected, and he needed to feel that acceptance again from Heero just as much as from Duo.
Heero noticed Quatre's expression and laughed, leaning over to kiss him. "Oh, I'm not through with you yet."
Quatre gave him a brilliant smile, relaxing on the mattress. "Oh good, because I'm not through with you yet either."
Heero snorted and turned his attention to Duo. "Get on your back, Maxwell. I won't have any insubordination."
The former Deathscythe had been more than happy to take Quatre, but having Heero take him was still new. Duo was pretty sure that Quatre felt the same way, so he didn't feel guilty about it. Familiarity held its own excitement, and Duo and his blond had proven that things were still just as hot between them as they'd always been. This new dimension with Heero was just an added bonus that Duo was glad to have. He winked at his brunet lover looking down at him and quipped with a grin, "Yes, sir."
Heero swatted him on his ass as he lifted the other man's legs up. "Don't think you're getting by so easily. We're both going to take you before this is over, smart-ass."
Duo just grinned wider. "Oh, how good it is to be a bottom boy sometimes."
Heero shook his head in mock exasperation as he positioned his erection. Pressing forward, he entered Duo slowly, making the braided man moan. As he'd done with Quatre, he only took Duo to the edge of release then pulled out, Duo whining his disapproval. Looking at the blond again, Heero smirked. "Okay, Cat, his ass is all yours."
"So long as you get mine," Quatre told him as he took Heero's place between Duo's legs.
The dark-haired man got behind him. "Mission accepted."
Quatre smiled as him over his shoulder before entering Duo again. The braided man cried out. "Oh yeah, Cat!"
"Like I said," the blond gasped, "just like a cat in heat."
Heero spread Quatre's cheeks and plunged inside him on the upstroke, effectively turning words into groans of pleasure. "I think we're all a little oversexed," he observed as his hips began moving.
"No such thing," Duo ground out as he met their combined thrusts.
Their banter died, as their bodies took over that place in the mind reserved for witty repartee, replacing it with the desire for friction and heat. Heero let himself sink into Quatre's body, enjoying how the tight sheathe gripped his shaft. Quatre was relishing the expressions on Duo's face as he took him, reminding himself that this was what he hadn't wanted to give up. Duo was just giving every part of himself to the two men he loved, not holding back anything as they panted and sweated and tried to make each other reach completion.
When Quatre reached down and began ghosting his fingers along Duo's cock, the braided man shuddered, making Quatre constrict in return. That feeling, along with the nice visual Heero had over Quatre's shoulder of the blond stroking Duo, finally sent Heero past his endurance. Duo soon followed, and then Quatre after that, all within seconds of each other. Gasping and groaning, they collapsed onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs.
"I still didn't make either of you come before me," Heero said, his voice almost petulant.
Duo laughed. "Better luck next time, buddy."
"You just can't withstand the sensual team of Maxwell and Winner, so don't even try," Quatre added dreamily.
Heero looked over at his lovers and smiled at the happiness on their faces. "I guess you're right."
Cody roused to the warmth of someone in bed with him and smiled. Then his short-term memory supplied him with details from the night before, and he realized who it was beside him. Blinking his eyes open, he looked over to see Trowa still sleeping, the fall of brown hair covering the part of the younger man's face that was turned towards him. The other man was lying on his stomach, one leg thrown over Cody's, arm resting between them, and hand under his pillow. It was something of a shock in the light of day to wake up with another man in your bed, even if he was so good-looking and tempting first thing in the morning. Cody had thought it was no big deal the night before, getting carried away with their pleasure, but the reality of the situation made him aware of how unprepared he was for the whole 'morning after' thing this time. Green eyes fluttering open left him floundering in slightly unfamiliar territory.
"Hey," he managed, voice rough from more than just sleep.
Trowa smiled at him, but it was obvious that he was assessing the situation as well. "Hey."
They lay there together for a few moments, silence a third bed companion, until Trowa rolled away. Cody watched as the younger man got up, reaching for his clothes. He didn't know what to say - or even how he felt - but he didn't want Trowa to go like this. "You leaving? I thought we might have breakfast or something."
The former pilot turned around, face impassive, but eyes intense. "I have to get back to the hotel. I need to shower and meet everyone for brunch." He looked away and then added. "There's a farewell concert later... if you'd like to see me one more time before I go. It's up to you. I'd like for you to come, but I'll understand if you don't want to."
Cody felt like he'd been punched in the gut. It was obvious that Trowa knew the bouncer was reconsidering things, and those words were meant to let Cody know it. The former pilot was giving him the option of walking away, but that was just it - Cody wasn't sure he wanted to. Even with his uncertainty, he wanted to be with Trowa again - to hold him and touch him - just like he had the night before. That attraction was still there. Admitting that made the vet student crawl over to where Trowa stood, grabbing his waist to bring him closer.
"What time?"
Trowa gave him a tentative smile. "Seven. It's casual. I'll look for you."
Cody grinned back. "We might even be able to have another round of 'Gundam sex' afterward, if you'd like." Trowa leaned down and kissed Cody softly in reply, fingers threading through the bouncer's hair slowly.
It might have led to more involved things if a muffled voice hadn't interrupted them. "Cody? You here?"
"Shit. It's my roommate," Cody mumbled to Trowa as he threw himself out of bed and grabbed his pants, hollering to the man in the other room. "Yeah! Be out in a minute!"
Trowa put his own clothes back on quickly, taking his cue from Cody, which the older man was grateful for. It wasn't that he was ashamed of Trowa; it was just that he didn't know how Bill would react to his roommate being with another guy. Trowa wasn't going to be around until Cody worked out seeing him again, so why complicate things yet? He tried to put the problem aside for now as he made his way to the living room, Trowa following.
"I thought you had shift until tonight," Cody said before he realized the other man wasn't in the living room.
"Schedule changed," Bill replied from the kitchen before walking back in with a sandwich. "Oh, hey. I didn't know you had a buddy over." There was shock on his face, as he looked Trowa up and down in an appraising way.
Cody stepped between them. "Yeah. This is Trowa. He helped me out at the bar last night, so I let him crash here."
"Nice to meet you," the former pilot's voice cut in smoothly, "but I was just leaving."
Cody whirled around to watch his new lover head for the door. He didn't want it to happen, but this time, he knew it would, no matter what he did. "I'll see you tonight at the concert," he offered, trying to let Trowa know it was okay.
Trowa turned and gave him a piercing look. "Like I said before, it's up to you. My friends are more open with their relationships, though, so you should think about that before showing up." With those parting words, he walked out.
"What the hell did he mean by that?" Bill asked bemusedly.
Cody just collapsed on the couch with a frustrated groan. "It means I have something to tell you."
Hilde opened her eyes to a sight she hoped to enjoy again sometime in the near future - Wufei lying next to her. She sighed as she watched him sleep; taking in the way his hair framed his face. He must have unfastened it sometime during the night. It softened his features, making him even more handsome. She traced one of his eyebrows, smiling when his brows furrowed at the touch. He was an incredible man, strong and passionate, intelligent and honorable...
...Stubborn and proud...
She took a lock of his hair and began tickling his nose with it, holding back her laughter as he moved his head to get away from the annoyance. When he finally came awake, his dark eyes opened to scowl at what had interrupted his sleep. Hilde giggled openly, gazing down into the disgruntled face of her new lover.
"Good morning, Dragon. Sleep well?"
Wufei moved suddenly, rolling over on top of her with a growl. "I was until an infuriating Nymph woke me up."
The dark-haired woman just grinned. "Well, I decided it was time for you to get up and entertain me."
Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Entertain you? Certainly, a woman of your skills and intellect can entertain herself while I get some rest."
Hilde laughed outright. "Oh, I can, believe me, but it's so much nicer to have a man do it for me."
It took a few seconds, but then the man in question seemed to catch onto what she was referring to and flushed. "Woman! Do not talk of such things so carelessly."
"I'm not, Fei. I'm very serious," Hilde replied coquettishly, as she reached between them to touch his awakening arousal. "Not like I'll get to enjoy you all the time." The words came out a bit more bitter than she'd intended, catching her off-guard. Where the hell had that come from? She should just be enjoying him being there.
Wufei grabbed her hand, understanding the situation better than she did apparently. "Hilde..."
The young woman suddenly couldn't take the tenderness in his eyes. She pushed at him and rolled away quickly, muttering, "Sorry." She had no intention of becoming one of those clingy women, but she wanted him, damn it! For the first time, she wanted someone other than Duo Maxwell, and Wufei seemed to want her too, so why did it have to hurt so much?
Warmth surrounded her as Wufei rolled over to rest behind her. "Listen. Sally and I are transferring to L2. I didn't get to tell you last night, but it's already decided, and I might even be on your colony, so I should be able to see you as often as you'd like..."
Hilde turned back over abruptly, almost elbowing Wufei in the face in her haste. "Really? You mean it?"
Wufei glared at her from where he'd moved away, but then gave her a smile. "Of course. I want to be with you." He paused, seeming to be at a loss for a moment, but then decided to lead them to more comfortable territory. "Even if you are an infuriating Nymph who will, no doubt, make it her life's ambition to ruin my reputation."
Hilde took the hint. "Funny, that was exactly what this salvage woman had in mind too - so much for surprises." Smirking once more, her hand resumed its task, making Wufei groan. "But I guess that means that I need to begin tarnishing my Dragon right away..."
"Why don't you leave it down today?"
Sally raised an eyebrow as she regarded her lover in the mirror over the sink in the bathroom. She was just getting ready to fix her hair in its usual style when he'd appeared behind her. "Are you serious? Do you have any idea how vexing long hair can..." She cut herself off as she saw him pull a length of his own hair out and point it at her. "Oh, you're such a smart-ass."
Chris chuckled, closing the distance between them to wrap his arms around her from behind. "Yeah, but you love me that way, so quit grousing."
"I can't believe a salvage man actually knows what the word 'grousing' means," she teased, her eyes shining.
The musician stuck his tongue out at her and then proceeded to tickle her. Sally managed to break free, and that led to a bout of Chris chasing her around the room. By the time he caught her, they were so out of breath from laughing that they both collapsed onto the bed. Lying there together, Sally couldn't help but think about what she and Wufei had decided to do the night before. She'd meant to tell Chris right away, but something had held her back from it.
"I'm going to miss you when you go," Chris whispered into her hair, the longing in his voice evident.
It was an opening that she couldn't ignore. Sighing, she asked, "What if I told you it wouldn't have to be for long?"
Chris pulled away enough to look at her. "What do you mean?"
"I... I talked with Wufei... last night... about transferring... to L2." Shit! She was stuttering like a grade school girl with a crush for goodness' sakes! How had this man brought her to this state in such a short time?
"And?"
She looked for any sign of hesitation, but all she could see was hope. "He agreed to it. I already put in the request."
Chris let out a 'whoop' of joy and hugged her closer, rolling them back and forth all over the bed until they were laughing again. "That's great, Sal! You can stay with me whenever you're in town. Hell, if you're close enough, stay with me all the time..." He let go of her again and gave her an expectant look. "If you want to, that is."
Sally felt her heart melt all over again for this man who was so unexpectedly everything she wanted. "Yes."
It was the one word she hoped to use more of in her vocabulary as far as Chris Walker was concerned.
Catherine watched her brother pull a tee shirt on, his still-wet skin making it cling in places. "Want to talk about it?"
Trowa paused for a moment. That was a good thing, in Catherine's opinion; it meant he was at least considering it. Finally he turned to look at her. "I slept with him last night."
"I figured you did," she replied, trying to make it easier for him. "Did you enjoy it?"
Trowa sat down on the bed heavily. "It was the most amazing thing I've ever known. It felt like we were sharing something more than just sex. He was so... careful with me, but he didn't hold back either. I liked it, but..."
Catherine frowned, her heart filled with trepidation. "But?"
Her brother sighed. "But I was the first guy he'd slept with, and he didn't know how to handle it this morning. I was going to leave, to save him the embarrassment, but before I knew what I was doing, I'd invited him to the concert tonight, and then he acted like he really didn't want me to go, so..."
"So, he's coming then?" Catherine didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, considering Trowa's tone.
"I don't know," the younger man admitted. "His roommate came home while we were still in the bedroom. Cody didn't want him to know that we'd slept together, because he introduced me as a guy who'd help him at the bar last night, which was true, but it made it pretty obvious that he isn't planning on guys being a normal part of his sexual exploits. I can see how bad it would be for him if his roommate got upset over it, but... it still made me feel bad."
The older woman hated to be proven right, but at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been. At least Cody had given Trowa a night of passion that had helped her brother to enjoy being with someone sexually. That had been worth it in her opinion, and probably his too, but...
"So what did you do?" She asked softly.
"I left."
Those words held a world of disappointment in them, and Catherine went over to him, pulling Trowa into a fierce hug. There were no tears, but her brother held onto her tightly just the same. That within itself spoke volumes.
End Part 13
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