Standard Disclaimers: Not mine.

Warnings: angst, language, yaoi

Pairings: 2x3, 3x4, 1x5, past 1x3, past 2xH

The Road Not Taken

Part Four

Duo decided to pick up beer and dessert on his way over to Trowa's apartment on Saturday. He grabbed a six pack of Shock Top. He had liked the beer and had liked it even more when Quatre Winner didn't. He knew that was stupid and petty, but seeing the incredibly handsome blond man in Trowa's lap had irritated him. It had also made him realize that yes, he was gay. Or at least not as straight as he had previously supposed. There was no way he could consider himself straight after having to fight off the urge to shove Quatre off Trowa and kiss him in front of the other man. Of course, he hadn't, and he doubted he ever would.

He had been fighting off fantasies about Trowa since their first kiss, but over the past few days he had slowly given in and that morning, as he showered, he wondered just what it would feel like to have Trowa touch him. Trowa had large hands, with long, elegant fingers. Larger hands than Duo's and his palms were rough with callouses. How would Trowa's hands feel on Duo's naked skin? On his cock?

Duo started to stroke himself, imagining Trowa's hands on him. Would Trowa grip him tightly? Would he work him fast or slow? Would Trowa suck him off? Would Duo suck off Trowa?

It was that last thought that sent Duo over the edge and he came with a strangled gasp.

Fuck.

He wanted to suck Trowa's cock. He wanted to know what it felt like and how it tasted.

Duo swallowed hard and waited for his heart rate to slow down before he finished his shower.

Okay, so he wanted Trowa. Or at least, he wanted to jack off thinking about Trowa. But did he want more? Did he want sex, actual anal sex?

He remembered the way that Trowa had squeezed his ass and he felt himself start to get hard again. It was one thing to have Trowa feel him up, but did he really want his cock inside of him?

Duo had started searching the internet for information on anal sex. He had come across various statistics that implied that some men didn't enjoy it - that it was painful.

Was he just supposed to get used to it hurting?

That thought successfully put his burgeoning erection to rest and Duo turned off the shower and dried himself off.

He spent the afternoon catching up on his reading list and managed to put thoughts about Trowa and cocks at the back of his mind until he was in the grocery store trying to figure out what kind of dessert to get for them.

Trowa was making pizza, so cannolis seemed like an obvious choice, but of course, their shape was distracting.

He settled on two slices of peanut butter cheesecake - Trowa had mentioned a love for both peanut butter and cheese cake at some point during their first date - and fought against all thoughts of cannolis and cream fillings.

When he arrived at Trowa's apartment he was greeted by the subject of his fantasies with a grin. Of course, Duo had to laugh at his appearance.

Trowa was wearing a faded Yankees t-shirt that fit him well, showing off his trim physique, but it was the dusting of flour across his nose that had Duo chuckling.

"You've got flour on your face," Duo explained when Trowa gave him a questioning look.

"Oh." Trowa's cheeks colored just slightly and he rubbed at his face.

"No," Duo said and handed Trowa the grocery bags with the beer and dessert before reaching up to brush the flour off his nose. "There ya go."

This close up, Duo noticed that Trowa's green eyes had small flecks of gold around the irises. He swallowed hard.

"Hey," he greeted Trowa.

"Hey yourself," Trowa responded and kissed him, a light, fairly platonic kiss that nonetheless left Duo off kilter.

"What's in here?" Trowa asked, hefting the bags.

"Beer and dessert."

"Great, I'll put them in the fridge. Now that you're here I can put the pizza in the oven… and first pitch should be in about twenty minutes."

"Awesome."

Trowa went into the kitchen and Duo took the time to admire his apartment. Trowa seemed to favor a very earthy vibe - dark wood floors, brown and green furniture and cream colored walls. The furniture was sparse but looked to be in good shape, a few of the pieces clearly antiques.

"Can I get you anything?" Trowa asked, coming back into the room.

Duo shrugged.

"No, I'm good for now. I like your shirt," he had to add.

Trowa smirked and plucked at the shirt, pulling it up just enough for a moment that Duo could see his tan stomach and the faint trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans.

Duo's mouth went dry. He had no idea why, but the sight of that trail of hair sent a jolt of lust right to his cock.

"Thanks," Trowa said, releasing the shirt. "It's old, but one of my favorites."

"It fits you. I mean, obviously it fits you," Duo felt like a moron. "It suits you, I guess."

Trowa smirked at him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Nervous? What's there to be nervous about? The Yankees will have this in the bag." Duo arched an eyebrow. "Unless this is all just a ploy? Did you invite me over for dinner and a baseball game as some kind of elaborate scheme to get me alone?"

"Do I need to have an elaborate scheme to get you to agree to be alone with me?" Trowa asked, seemingly half in jest and half in seriousness.

"No," Duo admitted. "Hell, Tro, all you have to do at this point is say my name and I can't think of anything else but you." He felt like inserting his foot into his own mouth. Too much honesty. Once again.

But Trowa's smirk turned warm.

"Duo."

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to kiss you again."

Duo rolled his eyes.

"You can probably stop giving me advance notice now, Tro."

"No one has ever called me that before."

"What? Tro? Er - I'm sorry. I didn't even, does it bother you? I can go back to Trowa? It's an awesome name. I just -"

Trowa silenced him with a kiss and Duo kissed him back. He had been thinking about doing this ever since Wednesday night, and now that it was happening again he just wanted to focus on the sensations Trowa aroused in him.

He allowed Trowa to guide them back towards the couch.

"Is this okay?" Trowa asked him.

"Is what okay?" Duo asked, confused. "This? The kissing, hell yes."

"I meant is it okay to move it to a more horizontal form."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. I'd like that."

Trowa smirked and eased himself back on the couch, pulling Duo down on top of him.

"Good."

Trowa kissed him again and the sensation of their bodies in contact from head to toe combined with the intense, wet heat of Trowa's mouth was considerably more of a turn on than anything Duo had fantasized about in the shower that morning.

Even through both their clothes Duo could feel the hard, trim muscles of Trowa's body. He marvelled at just how much that turned him on. Previously he had only felt the softer curves of a woman's body and he had enjoyed that, but it just didn't compare to the hard planes of Trowa's chest or the muscles in his legs that flexed when Duo shifted against him.

Duo could feel Trowa's erection and he shifted again, rubbing his own against the other man and causing both of them to groan.

Then there was that - the fact that the feeling of another guy's hard cock was this amazing.

Trowa's hands were resting on Duo's back, kneading the flesh there and Duo thrust again, experimenting with the feeling. It was incredible. He was grateful that he had worn thinner jeans, because the friction they created between his skin and Trowa's body was amazing and he doubted he would have felt as much in a thicker pain.

He pulled away from Trowa's mouth and kissed his way across his jaw to his ear.

"You feel incredible, Tro," Duo confessed.

Trowa nipped at the side of his neck, a sharp combination of pain and pleasure that made Duo groan.

"Oh fuck, Tro!"

He thrust against Trowa again, a reflexive jerk of his hips at the sensation.

Trowa hissed.

"If you do that again I'm going to come, Duo," Trowa warned, his voice thready with desire.

Duo kissed him and he couldn't help himself, he thrust against Trowa again and again, delighting in the way that Trowa's hands tightened on him, urging him onward. The frantic thrusting of Trowa's tongue in his mouth only heightened his arousal more and Duo tried to swallow him whole, amazed at the heat and hardness that seemed to surround him.

And then Trowa did something with his hips, rotating and thrusting them upwards in a way that made Duo lose complete control of himself. He came with a startled gasp.

He eased away from Trowa, feeling at once sated and horribly embarrassed.

"I -" he started.

"Don't you dare apologize," Trowa said firmly. He moved out from under Duo so that they were sitting side by side on the couch.

"I just didn't really plan on that happening," Duo confessed. As much as he might have dreamed about it, he hadn't thought he would actually be able to do it.

Trowa smirked.

"Good thing that I'm not the one who needs advance notices, then," he teased Duo as he stood up.

Duo's eyes were drawn to the wet spot staining the front of Trowa's jeans and he realized that he had a matching spot on his own.

Trowa smirked.

"I have some sweats you could borrow if you want me to wash those for you?" He offered.

Duo nodded.

"I would appreciate that." He looked at the television to see the first pitch being thrown. He chuckled. "Jesus that didn't take long, did it?"

"We'll try to draw it out a bit longer next time," Trowa promised, kissing him again.

-o-

Trowa showed up at Heero and Wufei's house on Sunday night for their weekly dinner with two bottles of wine and every intention of drinking them both by himself.

"Uh oh. Homo-hetero relations not going so well?" Wufei asked when he greeted him.

Trowa glared.

"They're fine," he growled.

"Of course they are. That's why you look ready to kill." Wufei took the wine from him. "Heero's out back by the grill. I'll grab a few glasses for us."

Trowa walked through the house, amazed yet again at how perfectly it fit his two friends, and outside to the small backyard that Wufei spent hours working in each week.

"You look pissed," Heero greeted him with a cocky grin.

"His straight boyfriend isn't giving him any," Wufei said, walking out and handing Trowa a glass of wine.

Trowa glared.

"He can't be straight and be my boyfriend, can he?" He demanded.

Heero shrugged.

"Is he gay?"

"He doesn't know yet."

"And are you two dating?"

"I guess."

"Then he's your straight boyfriend," Heero concluded and accepted a glass of wine from Wufei.

"How have things been going with him?" Wufei asked.

"Good," Trowa admitted with a sigh. "Actually good. He kind of just… accepted my Quatre baggage."

"Then he's a saint," Wufei mused.

"Or straight," Heero muttered.

"He's kind of a cock tease, though," Trowa mused. "He's not trying to be but he is."

Wufei arched an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"He wants it - he's said as much so don't get all pissy on me," he added when Wufei started to look angry, "but he's still afraid or intimidated or something. I don't know."

"So, nothing between you two except kissing?" Heero asked.

"No," Trowa sighed. "We fooled around on Saturday - with our clothes on and my hands on their best damn behaviour," he added, remembering how hard it had been to just let Duo set the pace as they rubbed against each other. He had ached to touch the other man's penis, to feel it's heavy weight in his hands or his mouth, and it had been torture to just rub against him and get off like horny high school boys twice.

"So he's still straight."

Trowa took a sip of his wine.

"I don't know. He thought you two kissing was hot - by the way - so he can't be that straight because the two of you kissing is one of the most homoerotic things I can think of."

Heero and Wufei smirked.

"You can flirt with us all you want now, Trowa, but your chance for a threesome passed when Heero proposed."

"And I shall regret missing that opportunity every day of my life," Trowa said solemnly, though in truth he did regret it, a little. Heero was amazing in bed, and he could only imagine that Wufei was as well. He often wondered what it would be like to be part of such an intense partnership as they had. It was nothing like what he had had with Quatre.

"At least your straight boyfriend makes you happy," Heero mused. "Happier than Quatre ever did," he added, as if reading Trowa's brain.

"Can we please stop calling him my straight boyfriend?" Trowa asked.

Wufei and Heero shook their heads in the negative.

"Nope," Wufei said, "it's too funny to stop now."

Trowa sighed.

"So you fooled around - hands free - not enough for you?" Wufei guessed.

"It's not that it wasn't enough. It's the fact that it felt amazing to be with him and I'm pretty sure he's never going to want to fuck me or let me fuck him."

"Well, that's what happens when you try to date a straight guy," Heero said, earning glares from both Wufei and Trowa.

-o-

On Thursday night Duo showed up at Trowa's house with Thai takeout, intent on having a conversation about sex and trying to figure out just how far he would be able to go. He wanted Trowa. He wanted to touch him and taste him and feel him, but he was also more than a little scared about the idea of Trowa putting his cock in his ass.

They had finished dinner and were in the process of cleaning up when Duo broke down and just spilled his fears to Trowa.

"This whole sex thing, it kind of freaks me out. I mean, what if it hurts and I'm not - I don't think I'd be able to get off on the whole pain thing."

Trowa shrugged.

"You can always top me, if you prefer."

Duo frowned.

"You're not - I mean, you're a bottom?"

Trowa smirked.

"No. I'm not a top either. Some men prefer to do one or the other, but I enjoy both."

"Oh."

"There are other ways to have sex, Duo, if you aren't comfortable with anal sex."

"You mean oral sex and masterbation?"

Throw shrugged one shoulder.

"Yes, but I meant frot."

"Frot?"

"Frottage - we've already done a bit of it I suppose, with our clothes on. Instead of any kind of penetration you rub against each other."

Duo frowned.

"And that works?"

Trowa smirked.

"Want me to show you?"

"Ah…" Duo didn't think he was ready to go that far yet.

"I meant a video," Trowa soothed him. "On the internet."

"Oh. Sorry. Yeah?"

Trowa left Duo alone on the couch and went into his bedroom to retrieve his laptop. When he came back he sat down beside Duo.

Duo watched Trowa pull up a webpage and made a mental note of the address. So far he had limited his gay male porn searches to just images and most of those were of improbably large cocks shoved up another guy's rectum. He found them almost as disturbing as he found them erotic.

Trowa queued up a video and set the laptop on the couch cushion beside Duo, angling it so they could both watch it. Trowa put one hand on the back of the couch, just behind Duo's head, and settled back.

Duo tried to hold himself upright and still, but felt awkward and he leaned back against slightly Trowa instead. The other man shifted closer, pressing his front to Duo's back.

"Try not to overanalyze this. Just watch it and enjoy it," Trowa said, his breath hot on Duo's neck.

Duo nodded, his mouth suddenly dry.

The video featured two men, one blond and one a redhead - college roommates as it turned out - who were forced to share a shower together. Both had lean builds and their hard cocks were an impressive size, but not nearly as huge as some of the images Duo had seen. The two men started to lather each other up until one dropped the soap and came into contact with his roommates hard cock. He started to suck him off and Duo felt his own cock start to get hard. The man stopped after a few minutes, releasing his roommate with an audible pop that made Duo groan out loud.

"Do you mind?" Trowa asked.

"Huh?"

Trowa rested one hand over the tent in Duo's pants.

"May I?"

"Uh, yeah?" Duo swallowed hard as Trowa undid the zipper on his khakis and he shifted his hips, helping Trowa pull them down enough so that the other man could reach inside and grasp his erection.

"Watch them, not me," Trowa admonished Duo when he looked down at Trowa's large hand engulfing him.

"Sorry," Duo moaned when Trowa tugged on him.

Trowa kissed the side of his neck.

"You don't have to apologize. Just watch."

It was hard to concentrate on the porn with Trowa stroking him, but Duo tried.

The two men were now covered in soap and kissing each other. The red head pushed the blond against the shower wall and started to move against him, trapping their cocks between their bodies and thrusting together. They moaned and Duo found himself doing the same.

He leaned back against Trowa, desperate to feel more of his body as his hand continued to work Duo's erection.

"Do you like it?" Trowa asked. Duo wasn't sure if he was asking about the video or the hand job.

"Yes," Duo breathed. It felt amazing to have Trowa's strong grip on his erection and Duo realized that this should be freaking him out. Another guy giving him a hand job while they watched gay porn together was about as gay as Duo could think of being. He shifted back against Trowa again and felt the sharp stab of his hard cock against the base of his spine. Okay, now it was as gay as Duo could think of being because he wasn't at all freaked out by that either.

Trowa nibbled on his ear.

"We could try it sometime, if you want." Trowa offered it in such an offhand, calm manner. It was completely at odds with the way his hand was confidently, firmly working Duo's erection.

"God yes. Yes, please. Trowa - Tro, I'm going to come."

"Good. Come for me Duo."

And he did, just as the two men in the porn did, hot, cream colored semen splashing over Trowa's hand and onto Duo's khakis.

"Oh my god," Duo breathed. He turned enough so that he could kiss Trowa. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Trowa assured him before chuckling. "I think you might want to start bringing a change of clothes with you, though."

Duo looked down at the semen on his pants.

"Jesus. Yeah, I guess so."