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only had like 15 minutes to write it, so... sorry.
CHAPTER TWO FOR:: Little One
"Tro~wa...Tro~wa..."
"mmmmmppppphhh?" The banged pilot made an inaudible nose into his hand and opened his one visible eye lazily, quickly shutting it as light flooded the room. A small beeping noise got his attention.
Beep Beep Beep Beep
"BOMB!"
Trowa jumped up at Quatre's panicked voice and leapt towards the door in his plaid boxers, tripping over his sheets that were entwined with his legs and running into the door. He started to get up when he heard someone laughing hysterically. He turned his head and saw Quatre on the floor laughing like an idiot, holding an alarm clock. The smaller boy was clutching his sides and every once in a while would point and gasp something like "Oh my god Trowa, you shoulda seen your face!" then he would fall back into a fit of giggles.
Trowa stood up feeling very foolish. And walked over to where Quatre was sobering up. The blonde looked up innocently "Morning Handsome." Trowa felt a blush coming but willed it away. "Quatre." He tried to sound mad. "Yes Trowa?"
"That was dangerous, you should know better."
"Ooooohh?"
"Yes."
"Well... what would you have done?"
"I could have shot you or something." Quatre looked at his feet and mumbled "Sorry." Trowa helped his younger friend off the ground. He could tell the boy was about to burst with laughter. "I couldn't have been THAT funny!" he managed finally.
That did it. The arab burst into yet another fit of giggles and fell over on the bed. Trowa took this opportunity to forget all reasoning and pounce on the boy tickling him senseless. "Not fair!" yelled Quatre. He pushed the taller pilot off the bed and ran to the bathroom locking the door. "Not fair!" repeated Trowa, who could have just as easily broke the lock and stormed right in. But he settled with flopping down on his bed breathlessly. Trowa stared blankly at the bathroom door wondering how Quatre winner could make Trowa feel so happy, so... free?
Quatre sighed heavily thanking Allah that Trowa hadn't decided to break down the door. Right now the younger boy had a problem. He looked down at the obvious arousal in his pajama bottoms. How could Trowa create these feelings in him? No one had ever been able to truly make Quatre laugh. He would however be polite and pretend, but with Trowa it just felt right. And then there was the sexual attraction... Quatre sighed again. Trowa was indeed beautiful, strong, tall, everything anyone could ask for, and certainly... he would be straight as an arrow right? The blonde shook his head and headed for the shower.
Heero and Duo had faintly heard Quatre yell "BOMB!" but even that could have made them leave.
"Oh God Heero! Oh God More!" Duo panted as the older boy thrust his hips. The two were at it, yet again and no one, let alone a bomb was going to disturb this. Heero was getting higher, his passion and pleasure driving him on as he built up the rhythm, going deeper and hitting his lovers magic spot every time. Seeing Duo on the edge with his mouth open in pleasure, hands gripping the sheets along with the incredible tightness was driving him insane, "Duo" he moaned reaching up to stroke the long-haired boys length. That took Duo to climax and he yelled loud enough to wake the dead. "HEERO!" the perfect solier came hard, shuddering in pleasure. They lay quietly in each others arms before Duo whispered "Heero, I want in you... now."
'I'll never be good enough.' Trowa was now thinking about Quatre, who from the sounds of it was currently showering. The dark haired boy lay back on the bed lacing his slender hands behind his head. His brain was running a million miles an hour. He thought he had been in love with Heero, but he had never felt so close, so connected to anyone as well as Quatre, the beautiful blonde looked like an angel to Trowa and brought out feelings he never knew could exist. The younger boy was so calm, so nice, it was unreal. He felt his eyelids grow heavy and before he shut them whispered "What Do I Do?"
CHAPTER TWO FOR:: Little One
"Tro~wa...Tro~wa..."
"mmmmmppppphhh?" The banged pilot made an inaudible nose into his hand and opened his one visible eye lazily, quickly shutting it as light flooded the room. A small beeping noise got his attention.
Beep Beep Beep Beep
"BOMB!"
Trowa jumped up at Quatre's panicked voice and leapt towards the door in his plaid boxers, tripping over his sheets that were entwined with his legs and running into the door. He started to get up when he heard someone laughing hysterically. He turned his head and saw Quatre on the floor laughing like an idiot, holding an alarm clock. The smaller boy was clutching his sides and every once in a while would point and gasp something like "Oh my god Trowa, you shoulda seen your face!" then he would fall back into a fit of giggles.
Trowa stood up feeling very foolish. And walked over to where Quatre was sobering up. The blonde looked up innocently "Morning Handsome." Trowa felt a blush coming but willed it away. "Quatre." He tried to sound mad. "Yes Trowa?"
"That was dangerous, you should know better."
"Ooooohh?"
"Yes."
"Well... what would you have done?"
"I could have shot you or something." Quatre looked at his feet and mumbled "Sorry." Trowa helped his younger friend off the ground. He could tell the boy was about to burst with laughter. "I couldn't have been THAT funny!" he managed finally.
That did it. The arab burst into yet another fit of giggles and fell over on the bed. Trowa took this opportunity to forget all reasoning and pounce on the boy tickling him senseless. "Not fair!" yelled Quatre. He pushed the taller pilot off the bed and ran to the bathroom locking the door. "Not fair!" repeated Trowa, who could have just as easily broke the lock and stormed right in. But he settled with flopping down on his bed breathlessly. Trowa stared blankly at the bathroom door wondering how Quatre winner could make Trowa feel so happy, so... free?
Quatre sighed heavily thanking Allah that Trowa hadn't decided to break down the door. Right now the younger boy had a problem. He looked down at the obvious arousal in his pajama bottoms. How could Trowa create these feelings in him? No one had ever been able to truly make Quatre laugh. He would however be polite and pretend, but with Trowa it just felt right. And then there was the sexual attraction... Quatre sighed again. Trowa was indeed beautiful, strong, tall, everything anyone could ask for, and certainly... he would be straight as an arrow right? The blonde shook his head and headed for the shower.
Heero and Duo had faintly heard Quatre yell "BOMB!" but even that could have made them leave.
"Oh God Heero! Oh God More!" Duo panted as the older boy thrust his hips. The two were at it, yet again and no one, let alone a bomb was going to disturb this. Heero was getting higher, his passion and pleasure driving him on as he built up the rhythm, going deeper and hitting his lovers magic spot every time. Seeing Duo on the edge with his mouth open in pleasure, hands gripping the sheets along with the incredible tightness was driving him insane, "Duo" he moaned reaching up to stroke the long-haired boys length. That took Duo to climax and he yelled loud enough to wake the dead. "HEERO!" the perfect solier came hard, shuddering in pleasure. They lay quietly in each others arms before Duo whispered "Heero, I want in you... now."
'I'll never be good enough.' Trowa was now thinking about Quatre, who from the sounds of it was currently showering. The dark haired boy lay back on the bed lacing his slender hands behind his head. His brain was running a million miles an hour. He thought he had been in love with Heero, but he had never felt so close, so connected to anyone as well as Quatre, the beautiful blonde looked like an angel to Trowa and brought out feelings he never knew could exist. The younger boy was so calm, so nice, it was unreal. He felt his eyelids grow heavy and before he shut them whispered "What Do I Do?"