22-Sep-2000
Title: Temptation
Author: Jade
Pairing: 1x4
Rating: NC-17 overall, this part R
Warning: yaoi, lemon, PWP
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
Quatre was having a wonderful dream. He was snuggled up next to someone warm and wonderful and incredibly sexy. He ran his hands all over the boy's muscled form, admiring the smooth skin and hard planes. Quatre pressed his aching arousal against the other boy as he heard him moan, and Quatre extended a hand, reaching for the other boy's erection, which stool hard and tall, begging for attention, poking out the top of his black boxers...
Quatre awoke with a start, finding that he had been mirroring his dream actions and was about to grab Heero's arousal, which was indeed poking out the top of his boxers. To Quatre's further embarrassment, he also had been rubbing himself against Heero's thigh, and arousal and friction now left him with an aching erection, and his boxers with a telltale wet spot. Thanking Allah that Heero still appeared to be asleep, Quatre carefully extricated himself and stumbled into the bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. Quatre considered taking care of his problem, but just then he heard Heero call out for him. Splashing some cold water on his face and pulling on a pair of pants, Quatre quickly exited the bathroom.
"I'm sorry, Quatre," Heero said, obviously in pain. "I tried to get up, and..." Heero looked up sheepishly from the floor beside the bed. "I guess my ankle is worse than I thought."
"Oh no! Let me help you!" Quatre cried as he quickly ran to Heero's side. "I'm sorry I left you. I had to go to..."
"That's ok, Quatre, don't worry about it. In fact, that's where I was headed too, when..." Heero trailed off, obviously embarrassed by his unaccustomed weakness.
Quatre blushed involuntarily. "Let me help, Heero. It's ok," he tried to sound as soothing as possible. Heero nodded, so Quatre bent down, and Heero put his left arm over Quatre's shoulders. Quatre lifted, and Heero stood, using Quatre as a crutch. In this way, they were able to hobble over to the bathroom. Quatre saw Heero trying to hide his pain, but he could feel it in his heart too. It helped to take his mind off the fact that he was now skin to hot skin with the brown-haired boy, and he could smell his scent, musky and masculine. No, it didn't help enough, and Quatre was getting hard again.
They reached the bathroom, and Quatre realized another problem. But Heero said, "I can hold onto the towel rack and manage from here, Quatre."
Quatre waited outside the door, breathing a sigh of relief and strangely disappointed at the same time. He sighed, disgusted with his weakness. He was trying to get his body under control when Heero appeared again, leaning on the doorway. "I really wish there was a way for me to take a shower. I feel disgusting."
Quatre's mind automatically supplied him with an image of himself helping Heero in the shower, soaping him up. "But the bandages would get soaked, and I don't think I can stand that long," Heero continued. "Maybe you could bring me some towels and water, and I can just sort of clean up? I can't stand feeling dirty."
"No problem," Quatre said, and helped Heero back to bed without further incident.
Quatre gathered some towels, washcloths and soap, and brought them to Heero. Then he went off to make some coffee for them, so he wouldn't be tempted to peek. When Quatre returned with two steaming mugs, Heero didn't look happy.
"I... can't do it, Quatre," Heero snapped in frustration. "My ribs keep me from stretching my arms, my wrist isn't working right, and I keep getting the bandages wet." He looked up at the blond boy, disdain for his own helplessness written across his features.
Quatre thought he knew what Heero couldn't ask. "Do you want me to help you, Heero?" he asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice. Heero nodded miserably. "No problem," Quatre said.
Quatre busied himself with the details to keep his mind from wandering to dangerous places again. If Heero knew what he was thinking, he had no doubt the other pilot would kill him. "Heero, why don't you roll over if you can, we can do your back first, so once you're done with the rest, you won't have to move anymore." Heero agreed wordlessly.
Quatre helped Heero roll onto his less-injured side while he placed a large towel under him. Then he helped him back on the towel, stomach down. This meant that Heero was now facing the other direction, and the other boy wouldn't be able to see Quatre's arousal. But this also meant that Quatre had a perfect view of Heero's tight, firm ass. Which, fortunately for him, was still covered by the boxers. With a sigh, Quatre wet a washcloth, squeezed some liquid soap on it, and allowed himself to ask, "Ready, Heero?"
Heero nodded, so Quatre set to work, soaping and wiping off Heero's incredible back. Even through the washcloth, he could feel how tightly nodded and stiff the muscles were. Heero's muscles must be incredibly sore from the battle, but he had not complained. Quatre started lightly massaging the muscles as he rubbed, and was rewarded by a quiet moan from Heero and a relaxing of his muscles. Unfortunately, the unintentionally erotic moan did nothing to relieve his problem.
Since Heero wasn't objecting, Quatre continued to wash, massage and dry Heero's back carefully. As he worked his way down toward the boxers, Heero relaxed more, and moaned more, as Quatre cleaned and soothed his body.
Quatre paused as he reached the waistband. He hesitated, then heard Heero's voice, muffled by the pillow, say, "Take them off."
Quatre's wide eyes would have given him away, if Heero could have seen his face. It's just a bath, we're just fellow pilots, Quatre kept repeating to himself as he reached out trembling hands and hooked his fingers in the waistband. He began to pull, and Heero lifted his hips as much as he could, to help. But the boxers wouldn't come off easily. They seemed to be caught on something. Realization and hope dawned as Quatre realized what they were stuck on. A small smiled played about Quatre's mouth as he thought, well, well, Mr. Yuy, I would never have guessed.
Quatre finally managed to get the boxers off. He was afraid to say anything, lest Heero change his mind. Finally, Heero's delicious body lay completely exposed to Quatre's eyes. Well, not completely, but Heero would have to roll over sometime, so Quatre could finish the bath/massage.
Quatre reverently massaged Heero's amazing ass, feeling the muscles tighten and relax. If Quatre had been hard before, now he was dripping. Quatre gave this area even more attention than the rest, and was rewarded by even louder moans. Reluctantly, Quatre moved lower to wash and massage Heero's upper thighs. Quatre thought he heard a gasp when his fingers accidentally brushed Heero's inner thigh. Then he moved lower, and Heero seemed to regain control of himself.
Finally, when Quatre thought he could speak without drooling, he said, "I'm done, Heero. Do you want to roll over now?" Quatre couldn't wait.
Before Quatre could help him, Heero rolled over on his own. There the blue-eyed boy lay before him, naked and highly aroused. Quatre tried to tear his eyes away from the delectable sight before him and failed utterly for several long moments. When Quatre was finally able to look at Heero's face, the other boy's eyes were downcast, as if ashamed. Quatre wanted to tell him that it was all right, Heero was beautiful and he wanted nothing more than to be allowed to touch that amazing body. Though that wasn't strictly true, Quatre wanted to do more than touch it. He wanted to kiss it, lick it, caress it, and much more. But once again, words failed him, and all he could do was do continue the bath.
Once again, Quatre washed and massaged, but this time the movements were different. Before, Quatre had been shy, afraid to touch too much. His movements had been designed to wash and relax. Now it was different. Now Quatre intended to stimulate Heero, and his touches became alternately feather light and demandingly aggressive. Torturing Heero and himself, he concentrated on sensitive areas such as Heero's nipples, making the brown-haired boy moan. Slowly, he made his way down Heero's perfect abdomen, brushing his fingers lower each time. Heero began to moan in complaint as Quatre teased him by going more slowly still.
Finally, Quatre had washed and massaged every part of Heero's body except his straining arousal. Heero looked at Quatre with pleading in his eyes, begging the other boy to touch him. "Please," said Heero in a deep, needy voice.
"I saved the best for last," purred Quatre, and then he began. Though he wanted nothing more than to take Heero's hardness deep in his mouth and devour it, he followed the same pattern of washing first. Wetting the washcloth and adding some soap, Quatre gently wrapped the washcloth around Heero's erection and began to slowly draw it up and down his length. Heero began to moan as soon as the cloth first touched his neglected arousal. Up and down Quatre stroked Heero with the washcloth, too slowly to make him climax but firmly enough to drive him crazy.
Heero bucked his hips, thrusting himself into Quatre's hand, trying to increase the speed and friction. Nearly mindless from Quatre's erotic teasing, Heero moaned in protest as Quatre resisted Heero's efforts easily.
"Relax, Heero, you're hurt. Let me do all the work," Quatre said softly. Then he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Heero's gently, still stroking. Heero moaned hungrily and opened his mouth, pressing it against Quatre's. Quatre let Heero's tongue plunder his mouth, while he slightly increased the speed with which he was pumping Heero's erection. Soon Heero broke this kiss with a load moan and an upward thrust of his slim hips that told Quatre exactly what he wanted at that moment.
"Oh, Quatre... want you..." As Quatre leaned in to kiss Heero again, Heero brought his hand to the front of the blond boy's pants, brushing against the hardness he felt there. Heero was rewarded by a sharp gasp from the smaller boy. Encouraged, Heero grasped Quatre's arousal through the thin fabric and squeezed gently. Involuntarily, Quatre thrust into Heero's hand, wanting more. Heero complied and stroked Quatre through the pants until the blond boy was moaning in his mouth.
"Oh, yes, Heero..." Quatre made his decision, and stood quickly and stripped off his pants and boxers. Removing the washcloth from Heero's pulsing arousal, Quatre thought for a moment and grabbed the bottle of shampoo he had been using on Heero. Squeezing some into his palm, he applied it to Heero's erection. Heero's mind was nearly gone, but he frowned at Quatre's choice of lubricant.
"Baby shampoo. Very mild," Quatre answered the unspoken question.
Summoning up every ounce of self-control he possessed, which wasn't much with the blond angel pumping his aching cock, Heero asked, "Are you sure, Quatre?"
Quatre said, "Oh, yes, Heero. I've never been more sure of anything, except that right now I want you inside me, deep inside me..." The last words came out as a moan that made Heero's erection pulse. "Now, just lie back and enjoy."
Quatre climbed up onto the bed and straddled Heero, careful not to hurt him. He wrapped his hand around Heero's arousal and rubbed the tip against his entrance, making Heero moan in anticipation. Slowly, Quatre lowered himself until just the tip of Heero's dripping arousal was inside him. Quatre paused, savoring the feeling of being invaded by Heero's thickness and anticipating more. Quatre looked down at Heero, who had never looked sexier, nearly out of his mind as the blond boy's tightness enveloped him. A light sheen of sweat shone on his sleek chest, and his cobalt eyes were dark with passion. Heero gasped with the effort of controlling the impulse to ram straight up into Quatre.
Millimeter by millimeter, Quatre lowered himself onto Heero. Deeper and deeper, Heero's arousal slid inside Quatre. Quatre moaned as he felt himself filled more and more, his own arousal rock hard against his stomach.
Finally, Heero was fully inside Quatre. Panting, Quatre paused for a moment to adjust, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Heero's. While they kissed, Quatre slowly raised his hips until just the tip of Heero's arousal was inside him. He felt a sense of loss without Heero inside him, but then he dropped quickly back down onto the incredible hardness. Quatre gasped and Heero growled as the blond boy repeated the action over and over again. Quatre's rhythm increased, and soon he was slamming himself down onto Heero as hard as he could. Heero lay back on the bed, face contorted in ecstasy as Quatre rode him.
Savoring every penetration, Quatre reveled in the pleasure-pain of Heero's heat inside him. Heero's every muscle contorted as he was plunged in and out of indescribable tightness. The outside world disappeared as two boys lost themselves in absolute pleasure, straining to make the sensation last for one more incredible minute.
Inevitably, the end neared and Heero knew he couldn't last much longer. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around Quatre's glistening arousal and pumped roughly. Quatre screamed as the new stimulation assaulted his nearly overloaded senses, and felt a wave of intensity wash him toward final release. Moaning Heero's name, Quatre continued to pound onto Heero as he climaxed violently all over the both of them.
Heero watched in rapture as Quatre's sweet mouth screamed his name, his angelic face twisted and his internal muscles clamped like a vise on his hardness. Then Heero lost control, grabbing Quatre's hips and thrusting one last time into the blond boy before the tide swept him too into oblivion, and he emptied his passion deep inside Quatre.
Quatre nearly collapsed on Heero before he remembered the brown-haired boy's injuries. He settled for snuggling up next to Heero. Heero looked over at Quatre, exhausted.
"I think I need another bath."
The End
(:./jade/temptation2)
