Wakey, Wakey Quatre
Duo is sitting in Quatre's bed, waiting for him to wake. He has opened the curtains and the yellow light of sunrise shines through the glass planes and onto the twitching pale face of Quatre.
His dark blond lashes are quivering, and his legs are restless, bumping into the back of Duo. Quatre likes absolute darkness when he sleeps, this light really annoys him.
Normally Duo wouldn't do this. But during the night he came to realize something very important that he couldn't wait. He just had to tell Quatre the news.
But, for some reason when coming face to face with Quatre, the sleeping, tousled form of Quatre clad in too small pj's of his teenage years, he just stilled... Opened the curtains, watched the orange, pink, blue sunrise wafter through the bedroom and saw Quatre sleep.
Quatre was good looking and all, but he still drooled slightly.
Now that annoys Duo. With a nervous hand, he had wiped it away with a corner of a sheet. Hurriedly letting go of the infectious, dangerous germs. Wiping it on his boxers. Shuddering in disgust.
Lips are parting, a small groan of distress leaves the confines of his throat and passes through his mouth. he's making little mewling sounds, not of pleasure (which Duo has heard) but of discontentment.
It worries Duo momentarily, but he shrugs away and brushes away a strand of pale blond hair away.
In his sleep, Quatre turns around, away from Duo. Shocked at the movement, Duo stills, then leans over the hunched shoulder of Quatre catching a flash of aqua eyes before they shut tightly.
He's awake. Grinning, Duo grabs the shoulder and shakes it lightly, speaking in a soft tone he says in a sing song voice, "Wakey, wakey Quatre." He smiles.
Slowly opening his eyes Quatre glares at him, pouts and settles back into bed.
Putting his head close to Quatre's ear, the breath making the blond tense and shiver, Duo whispers, "I've got something important to tell you Quatre."
Sighing, Quatre faces Duo expectantly, sitting up and putting a pillow between their bodies.
Duo becomes nervous, of what to say and what not to say.
"What is it Duo?"
It comes out in a rush.
"I, I really like kissing you Quatre. I love it in actual fact. Love your lips... How you kiss me, you do that thing with your tongue... I love kissing you Quatre."
"Duo..." Quatre breathes out.
"I really like you Quatre." He says earnestly.
Quatre grabs his hand, "Me too Duo, me too."
They are staring into each other's eyes. Just that and nothing more. Quatre's simply, softly stroking the underside of Duo's hand. the sensitive flesh, reacting quickly to Quatre's feathery touch.
"I want you to kiss me Duo."
That voice, that husky wanton voice drove Duo wild.
Fingers flumbling, he gently grabbed the back of Quatre's head pulling their heads together, foreheads touching, just simply staring intently into each other's eyes.
"Now, Duo... Please!"
Lips slammed against each other, sparks and stars behind their eye lids. The cool, warm feel of his lips and slip of tongue doing that to him. Duo moaned into Quatre's lips.
He was very glad that Quatre was awake and ready for a day's hard work, very eager too.
Kissing Quatre, was dreaming, dreaming of a better place.
