Summary: Later that night, Quatre has a visitor, but it's not who he was hoping for. However when the morning finds him and a sweaty Heero alone in the kitchen, something gets cookin'! Yaoi, 3x4 (hinted), 1x4, some lemon (finally some action!)
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Chapter 2: The Second Time
Well the caffeine hadn't exactly settled his nerves, but it did give him a bouncy sugar high to rival Duo's natural energy. In fact, after Wufie and Trowa had disappeared off to their respective rooms; Duo and Quatre decided to play DDR. Duo set his to the hardest level there was, but Quatre had never played before and set his to beginner. Although inexperienced in the fine art of dancing on a pad, by the end of the third song, Quatre had changed his difficulty to match Duo's and was giving the braided boy a run for his money.
Finally worn out, Duo called it quits and headed off to take a shower before bed. Quatre however stayed and played for another hour till he finally began to crash from his caffeine educed sugar high. He swiveled his way towards the bathroom, the adrenaline and remainder of the caffeine making him feel what he supposed it would be like if you were drunk. Finally making it to the shower, he peeled of his sweaty, dirty, disgusting cloths and immersed himself under the steam and hot rain of the shower.
Dropping his cloths into the hamper in the hall, Quatre made his way to his room, towel hanging loosely from his shoulders. He liked to walk around naked when he knew no one else was up, he like to feel adventurous and carefree, though at any sign he was not alone, he'd throw a towel around himself or duck back into his room.
Finally reaching his little personal space, he shut the door quietly behind him and flopped onto the bed. Still cautious that someone might walk in on him, he loosely threw a thin sheet over himself and, finding himself suddenly extremely tired, fell quickly and quietly into a peaceful sleep.
His eyes shot open suddenly, but he instinctually remained still and steadied his breathing. Whoever had opened the door was skillfully quiet, but not quiet enough to evade Quatre's honed senses. A sudden weight upon the bed made his heart skip a beat, had Heero come to see him? With a joyful smile he turned over only to have that smile drop into a disappointed frown.
"Now that makes me feel really special," Trowa mocked a pained voice, "not who you were expecting?"
"It's not that, it's…" but a stern look from Trowa told him that he knew better, so Quatre resigned indignantly, "No."
"So what happened today," Trowa let a hand rest gently on Quatre's side, mildly tickling the skin under it, though Quatre didn't seem to mind, "How did you really get that bruise so high on your neck?"
"Can you just read me like a book?" Quatre mused at his friend.
"It didn't help Heero choked on his orange juice at the mention of it."
Quatre had to laugh. It had given the game away to anyone who was paying attention. Grabbing Trowa by the arm, Quatre pulled him down gently so that he was laying next to him, then carefully he buried his blond head into the green eyed boys chest and enjoyed the warmth and the smell of Trowa. It was true, they had kissed once, actually sort of made out furiously, but Quatre was scared and Trowa gave him all the room he needed. They liked each other, were best friends, and maybe someday it would turn into more, but as of now Trowa was the person Quatre could snuggle up against and tell everything.
Sighing deeply, the young blond spoke, his voice slightly muffled by his proximity to Trowa, "After we set the explosives, we got stuck in a bathroom to avoid detection, that's when he contact you all. I made to sit and wait out till you arrived, but then he confronted me," Quatre's brow furrowed and he looked confusedly off somewhere distant, speaking more to himself than anything, "He knew. I don't know how but he knew about me…about you."
Trowa chuckled, "Well I hate to break this to you little one but you aren't too hard to out. I knew before you asked if you could kiss me." Trowa chuckled remembering a frazzled, frightened Quatre timidly asking Trowa if he could kiss him, as though it was the scariest thing in the world. Yet in a way it was, opening yourself up like that, with the world still at odds with what some called a sinful lifestyle.
"After that," Quatre ignored Trowa's last remarks and continued, "He kissed me. It just kind of, I dunno, happened I guess. We didn't get very far after that though, you guys showed up a half hour early."
"You can blame that on Wufie," Trowa shifted a bit, "He had us ready when you hadn't come back when you were supposed to, we were already headed in to attack when Heero finally made radio contact, till then we thought it was going to have to be a rescue mission."
"Yeah," Quatre chuckled. His brow furrowed again suddenly as he realized that Trowa was fully dressed, "Speaking of being ready early, where are you off to at such a late hour?"
"It's nearly five a.m. sweetie," Trowa chuckled, "I told you I was heading out early to get to my next mission point. Wufie already left, I told him I'd catch up."
"I hate this damn war," Quatre buried his head more so into Trowa's chest, "why do you have to make me feel so good, one of the only comforts in my life, then be sent away from me?"
Kissing Quatre gently on the head and making to get up, Trowa smiled "Life's not fair, my love, life is not fair."
"Amen," Quatre sadly let loose of his friend, "Come back to me safe?"
"Always try," Trowa smiled before slipping back out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Quatre reveled in the short lived warmth where Trowa had been and inhaled the last traces of the wonderful scent that hung around Heavyarms' pilot. Once it had faded he rolled over and looking at the clock. Quatre groaned. 4:57a.m. How the hell was he supposed to get back to sleep now?! Shoving a pillow over his head, Quatre attempted to return to blissful unawareness.
His alarm buzzed annoyingly, waking him up. Apparently he had fallen back asleep, but he was still tired. 'Damn caffeine' he cursed forcing himself out of his warm bed and into the chilly morning air. He quickly put on his robe, not feeling the rush to get clean having showered the night before, and made his way into the hall and towards the living room. The smell of coffee permeated the air and though he hated the taste, the warmth might help to wake him up.
Duo sat at the kitchen table wrapped in a blanket, nursing his own cup of java and reading his laptop screen with a concentrated scowl. As Quatre poured himself a cup of the muddy liquid, he tried to make morning conversation, "Heero out running?" Duo just grunted his response, "What's wrong Duo?"
"Oh those fruck-tards," Duo cursed in his makeshift, laughable way, "They added a gyro stabilizer program to my Gundam and now I have to spend the week training on it."
"Aww sorry Duo," Quatre tried not to smile.
"It's ok," Duo mischievously beamed, "You and the soldier get to help me!"
Quatre about spit out his coffee, not because of the wretched taste but because he would get to spend the entire week with Heero. Yet he felt a twinge of despair knowing that Duo would be around…constantly. They would just have to find time when Duo was occupied to…continue as Heero had so coyly put it. 'Speak of the devil' Quatre smirked to himself as a very tired, very sweaty looking Heero entered the kitchen, having just run what must have been a killer distance.
"Dude you stink!" Duo plugged his nose and grimaced at Heero who coldly stared back at him, "Go take a shower, man!"
"Not till after you," Heero scowled back, "I don't want to be bothered every five second weather I'm done or not."
Duo made to protest but a cold stare from Heero and a shout of "Move!" knocked all such thoughts out of the braided boys head. Begrudgingly Duo stalked off towards the bathroom, coffee in hand, grumbling to himself. A morning Duo was not a happy Duo.
Quatre giggled at Heero who sniffed himself as soon as Duo was out of sight. He frowned at Quatre and asked, "Do I really smell that bad?"
"No," Quatre laughed.
"Good," Heero suddenly smiled wickedly, "Then you don't mind if I get closer do you?"
Quatre raised an eyebrow, the smirk still playing on his lips. As quick as lightning, Heero crossed the room, ripping off his shirt and dragging Quatre to his feet in one swift motion. He roughly pressed his hot, sweaty body against Quatre's and fumbled with the terrycloth belt that held the robe closed.
Quatre suddenly pulled away feeling very shy about himself, "Wait, what are we doing?"
"I don't know," Heero panted, restraining himself from pouncing the blond. His adrenaline was pumping from his morning run and his testosterone levels were through the roof. He had to release and soon, and he and Quatre had something to finish, "I've never done this before."
"Neither have I," Quatre's voice was quiet, but not ashamed. He too was trying to keep control of himself. Though he was sweaty and indeed had a smell to him, Quatre found it intoxicating and wanted to burry himself into Heero and be close to that smell, that warmth in any way possible.
Heero calmed as he realized that this was a new experience for both of them. He pulled Quatre close again and kissed him more gently this time, "Well then, I guess we'll just have to go with the flow."
Heero's hands again found their way to the terrycloth belt and pulled at the knot until it gave way to his tug. The material hung loose from the robe and the front opened a bit exposing Quatre's flesh to Heero's exploring hand. Not breaking the kiss, Heero reached through the opening and place his hand gently onto Quatre's taunt stomach. The blond sucked in a breath, effectively drawing the air right out of Heero's lungs. The feeling was so over powering that the Wing pilot nearly lost it and his hand began to shake slightly.
Steadying himself, Heero began to explore lower, towards a source of immense heat that was between their bodies. His hand gently brushed over well trimmed blond hairs, Quatre groomed himself meticulously and this area was no exception. Finally Heero's hand brushed across the source of the warmth sending shivers though Quatre's body.
"Heero," The young boy moaned quietly.
Heero kissed him even more fiercely now as he wrapped his hand fully around Quatre's warmth, pulling on it gently. Quatre was now gasping and moaning quietly into Heero's mouth, whispering his name in between kisses as Heero quickened his pace.
"Stop stop," Quatre finally sounded pained and Heero was worried he had hurt the blond angel, but a reassuring smile told him otherwise, "I don't wanna go yet."
Heero's eyes widened as he realized that he, Heero Yuy, had brought another man near climax, and he had liked it. Suddenly small fingers found their way around the rim of the brown haired boys running shorts and Quatre moved into a kneeling position, taking the shorts down with him. Heero smirked as he looked down at Quatre who seemed to be contemplating the Wing pilot's erection as it stood out in front of him, in a strange sort of salute.
Suddenly it disappeared from view, Quatre's lips coming all the way down to kiss the flesh around the base. Heero gripped Quatre's shoulder almost painfully as he realized what the warmth around him was. Had Quatre just deep-throated him in the first go? Heero didn't have time to linger as the blond began bobbing his head along Heero's need. Little sparks of pleasure began to build up in Heero and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer. The warmth that started deep in his belly signaled the beginning of the end for him and he warned Quatre, but the blond boy didn't stop his pace and finally, when Heero gasped his name and dug his hands into the boy's hair; he still didn't remove his mouth until Heero was spent completely.
Heero's knees began to buckle and he staggered to keep himself up. Quatre jumped up quickly and wrapped a surprisingly strong arm around Heero to steady him. Heero looked at Quatre with wonder and awe.
"You ok?" Quatre looked concerned but still with the hint of a smile.
Heero could only nod. After a deep shuddering breath he looked at Quatre who had removed his arm for a minute and was wrapping the belt firmly around his waist again, effectively closing his robe.
"What about you?" Heero managed to get out.
"It's ok," Quatre smiled, "You're tired. You need to take your shower and we have work to do with Duo."
"But you," Heero began to protest.
"Really it's fine," Quatre placed a reassuring kiss on the brown haired boy's forehead, "Better throw your pants back on, I heard the water turn off."
Heero fumbled with the nylon shorts until they once more covered him up. He turned quickly to Quatre and placed one last, firm kiss on his lips before collapsing into the kitchen chair and retaking his normal demeanor before Duo could intrude. Sure enough Duo came skipping in, hair still a wet, tangled mess and his cloths sticking to him slightly from where he had not dried himself properly. Upon entering he mock shielded his eyes at Heero sitting in the chair.
"Dude put your cloths back on!" He gouged.
Quatre had to smirk, from Duo's angle, with Heero's shirt off, it did kind of look like he was sitting there naked. Quatre kind of liked the idea, but stowed it away for another time.
"I'm wearing shorts baka," Heero barked unamusedly as he got up and, gathering his shirt up, made his way to the bathroom. As he passed Quatre he smiled softly and winked before returning to his usual scowl.
Quatre smiled and grabbed for his coffee. Going to the sink he poured the muddy liquid out. He didn't need it anymore, he was fully awake now.
A/N: Round two is done, ready for more? Review and tell me anything you'd like to see, anything that needs cut, go for it!