"Trowa…Oh no…please stop I-"
"Quatre…don't talk…"
Trowa said. He wrapped his mouth around
the small blonde, Quatre almost screaming from the pleasures he was getting. Trowa licked up from where he was and up his
body, kissing the blonde forcefully.
"Trowa I
don't…can't…no…" Quatre pleaded. Trowa
held his face, placing a kiss on his nose lightly.
"But you want this…I
know you do my little one…" Trowa whispered. Quatre gasped, the other man's hands exploring his body.
"I…Tro…don't
know…just…that I-"
"Quatre are you ok?"
Trowa asked, shaking the boy to his senses.
Quatre gasped and turned to the man.
"Huh?" He asked. Trowa lifted his hand, feeling if the blonde
had a temperature. Quatre gulped at the
touch.
"Are you alright? You don't look too good…" Trowa said,
noticing the blush on the blonde's pale face.
Quatre gasped, turning from his crush.
"I can't…Trowa I can't
hold back…"
"Wha-" Quatre put a hand
on Trowa's face, stroking it with his thumb.
"I love you…I've loved
you since as far back as I can remember.
Trowa Barton- I can't live without you." Quatre said. Trowa silently gasped, hand on the blonde's. His eyes were so intense at that moment, he
couldn't look away.
"Quatre…you…love me?"
Trowa asked. Quatre nodded slowly, eyes
on his lips as if the picture he held earlier.
"No…I'm sorry Trowa I
shouldn't have said anything…" Quatre walked past Trowa to the door, but felt
his hand grabbed, his body pulled back and pressed against something…someone
warm.
"I'm sorry Quatre. I would've said something sooner. I wanted to tell you today-"
"Trowa…Don't talk…We've
said too much…" Quatre said, hand to the man's mouth. Trowa could see what he had on his mind…
"I'm sorry Quatre…"
Trowa whispered, laying to the side of his lover. Quatre had tears running down his face. He didn't want that…had he?
He was having second thoughts.
Was that rape? Or did he just
feel guilty?
"Trowa…I'm sorry. Don't be sorry. I should-"
"Quats…just sleep. You've said enough." Trowa assured. Quatre curled up, snuggling into the tall
boy's frame. Trowa smirked, his arms wrapping
around his lover's body, and they fell asleep.
Trowa's hand
traced over the other's face, grazing over the blonde's cheeks, his
eyelids. He softly traced over his
lips, Quatre continuing to gaze into his green eyes. Trowa parted his lips, and moved to his hair.
"Trowa…"
"Shh…No words." Trowa
gently kissed the blonde's forehead.
Quatre seemingly melted into the other boy. Well, he wrapped his arms around his neck and hung from him.
"Trowa I can't…I'm
sorry…Don't love me."
"Quatre!" Trowa embraced
him, the Arabic trying to get away.
"Trowa let go! LET ME-" Trowa let him go, but smacked
him. Hard, right across his face. Quatre gasped, on the floor holding his
face.
"Don't you DARE tell me
not to love you. I'm sorry but…Quatre I
can't not love you. Stop…Why are you
acting like this?" Trowa said angrily. Quatre was breathing harder then earlier
Trowa had noticed. He backed from the
blonde.
"Because…I…Don't
leave…Trowa I'm sorry…Just…Ho-"
"Of course." Trowa
said. Quatre gasped, looking at the boy
who was walking in back of him, sitting on the floor next to him and holding
him. He sighed, laying into the other
boy, trying to relieve his needs.
"I…want…"
"No." Trowa answered
automatically. Quatre turned to him,
eyes begging.
"Why? You didn't know…How?" Quatre asked. Trowa smiled placing his hand over the cloth
covered erection visible through his khakis.
"Easy." Trowa said,
Quatre gasping, moaning slightly and writhing in his lap.
"Tro…wa…pl…ease…" Quatre
moaned, grabbing for Trowa's face.
Trowa smiled.
"No no. I can't.
It's too soon little one." Quatre sighed, the telephone ringing. He got up, Trowa grabbing his hand. He pulled his hand, his face down to his
into a kiss. Quatre closed his
eyes. This was satisfying.
Trowa's tongue pried
open his small blonde's lips, Quatre obliging and opening his mouth for
him. Trowa's tongue darted forward,
conquering the other's mouth, searching, teasing, fondling, caressing
inside. Quatre melted to the floor,
sitting next to Trowa, who searched on, pressing the blonde's head down to the
floor.
Quatre wrapped his hands
around Trowa's neck, Trowa's hands pressed against his body, wrapping around
his back. Until the kiss was broken
off.
"Trowa…but you said-"
"I'm not going to screw
you…It's…called…kissing" Trowa said, kissing in between words. Quatre smiled. This would be a long lasting relationship.
Yeah…That's the
end. Whatcha think? Sorry for not posting for a while…bad report
card…^^' Thanks a lot stupid high school!
Quatre: I'm not Hentai!
Trowa: Quats…yes you are…
Quatre: * Goes Hentai *
Heero: Dare I ask?
I don't really want-
Duo: HEEEEEEEEEERO! He's thinkin' bad stuff…
Heero: Hypocrite…You always go Hentai.
Duo: * Sweatdrop *
Me: Hell aren't we all Hentai? Let's make a club!
Quatre: * grabs Trowa,
runs into random bedroom *
Everyone else: -.-*
Alright that's enough
randomness! Pwease weview? I wuv you!
Tank you to Lissa and
Rachie and Kat for helping me through my writing! This one's for you! *
laughs insanely *
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