Warnings: yaoi, lemon
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't
It was a slow day at Preventers headquarters, so
Quatre decided to take a
long lunch break and work out in the gym. He had
been very frustrated lately,
because Trowa was on an extended mission, and
hadn't been back for 2 weeks.
He wasn't due back for at least another week,
and Quatre was climbing the
walls. He'd never gone this long without sex.
Something no one would suspect
from his angelic looks, and known only to Trowa
and himself: Quatre was
basically a nymphomaniac. The sweet little blond
regularly wore out his tall
lover. They were even talking about trying a threesome,
to help satisfy
Quatre smiled to himself; he was getting aroused
just thinking about Trowa.
He went into the locker room and changed into
his workout gear, hoping there
was no one else in the gym; he was looking forward
to a quiet workout, to
burn off some excess energy. The gym was usually
empty at this hour.
Entering the gym, Quatre quickly scanned the room.
It appeared to be empty.
Exceptâ€¦ over in the corner,
there was a sight that made the small pilot
instantly hard: Zechs Marquise, wearing only short
shorts, lying back on a
weight bench, legs spread, muscles straining,
bench pressing at least 220
Quatre stared at the longhaired pilot, trying not
to drool all over himself.
He had never seen Zechs out of his Preventers
uniform, or flightsuit. Quatre
knew Zechs was in good shape, and he had often
admired the tall pilot, with
his flowing hair and piercing eyes. But Quatre
had never imagined Zechs was
hiding a body like that under the uniform. Washboard
abs, bulging biceps,
incredible legsâ€¦ and he was
just lying down. Quatre's mind wandered as he
imagined what the rest of the package looked like,
when Zech's sultry voice
cut into the fantasy.
"Hello, Quatre," Zechs seemed to purr, "Great day
for a workout, isn't it?"
Quatre realized he was staring, and tried to think
of something to say. "Hi
Zechs! You know, you shouldn't do that without
a spotter," he babbled,
wincing inwardly at how inane that sounded. Being
around Zechs was making him
"Yes, I know," said Zechs contritely. "I was just
playing around with the
small weights, just hoping someone would come
along to help."
Quatre swallowed. Zechs considered this a small
weight? It weighed twice what
he weighed. Quatre's mind wandered off again,
this time picturing Zechs
bench-pressing him. He realized Zechs was speaking
Zechs had sat up, revealing all sorts of lovely
new things to look at, and
was looking at Quatre. "Would you mind helping
me out, Quatre?"
Oh, god, yes, thought Quatre, but he managed to
say, "Sure!" Just then he
lost the power of speech completely as Zechs stood
up and went to get some
more weights. Zechs walking away was nearly as
nice as Zechs walking toward
you, Quatre thought as he feasted his eyes on
the blond's tight ass. Then
Zechs bent over to pick up something, and Quatre
decided to seduce him.
Zechs walked back with more weights and put them
on the barbell. He looked
at Quatre and said, "Are you ready?"
Quatre thought, you have no idea how ready I am.
Then he realized he was
wearing fairly tight shorts and Zechs probably
actually could tell how ready
he was. He nodded anyway, hoping Zechs hadn't
noticed his arousal.
Zechs lay back on the bench again, and Quatre took
up the spotter's position
at the head of the bench. Then Quatre realized
that this meant Zechs would
look straight up at his shorts. He couldn't help
Quatre tried to think unsexy thoughts, but the
sight of Zechs lying in front
of him, half naked, muscles bulging, hot and sweaty,
made that impossible.
Quatre was so intent on his losing battle with
his body that he didn't notice
that Zechs was having a similar problem. He tried
to concentrate on smoothly
lifting the weight bar, but his eyes kept straying
to the blond angel behind
him. He had never seen Quatre out of his trademark
dress pants and vest, and
Zechs was definitely enjoying the view of Quatre's
lithe form and creamy
skin. Enjoying it too much, as he began to get
hard. The small shorts he wore
would do little to hide this fact. Zechs tried
to throw himself into pumping
the weight bar up and down, but he kept thinking
of pumping into Quatre
Zechs looked up at Quatre. The smaller blond frowned
in concentration, never
taking his eyes off the weight bar. Wondering
what was so fascinating about
it, Zechs then noticed something that nearly made
him drop the weights on his
own throat. Quatre's silky shorts were stretched
out with a very obvious
Zechs' eyes darted up toward Quatre's face. The
younger boy hadn't noticed
that Zechs had noticed. Zechs mind tried to process
this information. Quatre
wanted him? Well, there was no one else in the
room, and he knew that Quatre
preferred men, soâ€¦ Zechs put
two and two together and came up with
sixty-nine. Oh, this was going to be a very
Zechs finished the set and sat up. He stared straight
into Quatre's turquoise
eyes and said, deliberately, "Would you like to
Quatre licked his lips, trying to drag his eyes
back to Zechs' face. "It's
much too bigâ€¦ I mean heavy,
for me," he answered, fluttering his eyelashes
and wondering if Zechs was a natural blond.
"Oh, that's no problem," Zechs said, standing up
and removing some of the
weights and bending over a bit farther than he
really had to, "But I bet
you're a lot stronger than people think."
Quatre giggled, "I do like to keep in shape."
Zechs looked deep into Quatre's eyes and said,
"I can tell."
Quatre gulped. If he didn't know better, he would
have thought Zechs was
coming on to him. And he was the one that was
supposed to do the seducing!
"Let's do it then," Quatre said, and slipped between
Zechs and the weight
bench instead of going around. This meant he brushed
the taller blond. Settling himself on the bench,
he waited for Zechs to take
up the spotter position. "Are you ready?" Quatre
said, echoing Zechs' earlier
Zechs smirked. This could be fun. "I'm always ready,"
he said seductively.
Quatre looked surprised for a moment, then said,
Zechs looked down at Quatre on the bench and murmured,
"Would you like to
Quatre looked up at the gorgeous longhaired man
above him. "Oh, yes," he
Zechs kneeled beside Quatre, and leaned in close,
his long platinum hair
brushing teasingly against the smaller boy. Quatre
reached out and ran his
fingers through the blond silk, reveling in the
texture. Zechs brought his
lips to Quatre's, and hesitated. Quatre was having
none of that, however; he
desperately wanted to taste Zechs, and he wanted
it now. Patience was not one
of Quatre's virtues.
Wrapping his small hands around Zechs' strong neck,
he pulled the taller
pilot down and kissed him savagely. Zechs responded
instantly, his tongue
exploring Quatre's mouth quickly. God, he tasted
Quatre began running his hands over every part
of Zechs he could reach, as if
he were memorizing the blond beauty. He especially
couldn't get enough of the
long, flowing hair he had often admired. Burying
his hands in the platinum
locks, he started to moan when he felt Zechs'
hands on him.
Zechs was amazed by the responsiveness of the small
blond. He ran his hands
underneath Quatre's shirt, and when his fingers
brushed against his nipples,
Quatre responded with a loud moan and an involuntary
upward thrust of his
Breaking the kiss, Zechs pushed Quatre's shirt
up higher and proceeded to
kiss and lick a trail down his chest. Biting Quatre's
produced another moan. Zechs then kissed down
even farther, trailing his hair
along behind to further tantalize the boy.
Quatre writhed on the bench, slowly losing all
control. Zechs knew exactly
what to do to drive him wild. As he felt Zechs
kiss lower and lower, Quatre
moaned louder and louder.
Zechs paused, and Quatre moaned in protest. "Would
you like me to lock the
door?" he asked.
Quatre shook his head. "I don't want you to stop.
In fact, I like the idea
that someone could walk in at any moment. Unless
you want to."
Zechs laughed. "I don't mind either. I have nothing
to be ashamed of."
"You certainly don't. You're incredible," Quatre
breathed, as Zechs started
to toy with the drawstring of his shorts.
"And you are an angel. A beautiful angel, and I
want to see all of you,"
answered Zechs. With that, he pulled Quatre's
shorts off in one smooth
motion, and the boy's aching arousal was free.
"Beautiful," Zechs repeated,
and lowered his mouth.
As he felt the wet heat of Zechs' mouth envelop
him, Quatre gasped and arched
his back. He buried his hands in Zechs' flowing
hair and tried not to fall
off the bench. He felt Zechs' hand come up between
his legs, brushing his
inner thigh and easing his legs further apart.
"Zechs!" Quatre moaned, "Iâ€¦
it's been too longâ€¦" The combination of his
frustration and Zechs' skilled mouth was proving
too much for him. "I'm going
"Good," Zechs smirked and redoubled his efforts.
Quatre screamed and climaxed
in Zechs' talented mouth with a final thrust.
Zechs swallowed every drop, and
licked his lips. "You taste as good as you look."
Zechs stood up. Quatre sat up on his elbows and
looked at him. Quatre said,
"That was amazing. Now I want to taste you. Take
off your shorts."
Zechs did as he was commanded, proving that both
of them were indeed natural
blonds. Quatre thought he looked like the
statues of ancient gods he had
seen. Except this god had a huge erection he wanted
to wrap his mouth around.
Sitting up on the bench put Quatre at just the
right level. Motioning Zechs
forward, Quatre delicately licked just the tip
of his erection, tasting the
drop of liquid there. Zechs shuddered.
Quatre licked again, the underside this time, in
a long line all the way back
to the tip. Then he took just the tip into his
mouth and swirled his tongue
around the end. Zechs said, "Oh, god, Quatre,
you're so good." Seeing his
hardness disappearing into that delicate mouth,
in that angelic face, was
almost too much to bear. He ran his hands through
the silken hair, then
buried his hands deep in that hair when Quatre
suddenly took him in all the
way, swallowing his aching length whole.
Reluctantly, Zechs moaned, "Stop, Quatre, oh, god,
I wantâ€¦ to be inside you.
Will you let me?"
Quatre smiled sweetly, despite the fact that he
was slowly pumping Zechs'
manhood while he spoke. "I want you to, Zechs,
but what will we use? I wasn't
exactly expecting this."
"Mmmm, uh, I have some lotion in my gym bag," Zechs
managed to gasp out.
"Will that be ok?"
"Oh, I hope so," Quatre answered and stood up,
pulling Zechs down into a
passionate kiss before going over to Zechs' bag,
leaving the taller pilot
Retrieving a bottle, Quatre returned to Zechs'
side, then got on his knees
and draped himself over the weight bench sideways,
pushing his firm ass up in
the air invitingly. "Will this work?"
In answer, Zechs got to his knees behind Quatre
and rubbed his arousal
against the offered prize. He was rewarded by
a pleading moan from the
smaller boy and the bottle of lotion.
Zechs squeezed out some lotion and carefully used
one finger to start to
prepare the boy. Quatre pushed back and wiggled,
so he tried another finger.
Quatre began to moan now, and when Zechs inserted
a third finger, Quatre
began to thrust back against the fingers, seeking
"Please, Zechs, hurry! I need you inside me NOW."
Quatre pleaded, and pushed
Zechs' own arousal was demanding that he hurry,
too, so he removed his
fingers and applied some of the lotion to his
manhood. Then he positioned
himself at Quatre's entrance and started to slide
into heaven. Quatre took
him in, inch by inch, and Zechs could only hope
he wasn't hurting Quatre,
because there was no way he could stop now.
Gripping Quatre's slim hips, Zechs finally paused,
buried completely in the
smaller boy. Zechs' breath came in short gasps
as he tried to control the
savage impulse to pound Quatre mercilessly.
Then Quatre looked back at him and begged, "Please,
do it, do it hard," and
Zechs could hold back no longer. He began to slowly
withdraw and was about to
slowly enter him again when Quatre threw himself
back against Zechs, impaling
himself again. "Hard! I need it hard!" the small
blond begged, still managing
to look innocent despite the circumstances.
"Well, that's what you're going to get, then,"
Zechs hissed and began to
pound Quatre as hard as he could. The small blond
met each thrust with one of
his own, driving Zechs deeper, and driving him
Zechs had never been able to use his full strength
with other lovers, but
this delicate looking boy was taking every thrust
and wantonly begging for
more. Zechs fucked Quatre as he had never fucked
anyone before, vowing that
this would not be the last time he took the small
pilot. The weight bench
rocked back and forth with the force of their
coupling, and their moans made
it sound like someone was being killed in the
Finally, Zechs knew his climax was fast approaching,
so he reached down and
began to stroke Quatre's erection roughly. Quatre
screamed Zechs' name before
his muscles tightened even more and he emptied
himself all over the bench and
Zechs threw back his head and moaned, "Quatre!"
as he pumped the small blond
full of his passion. The ecstasy went on for what
seemed like forever, until
they both collapsed onto the sticky bench, Zechs
still inside Quatre.
Then a familiar voice intruded into his semi-consciousness.
"Just couldn't wait till I got home, little one?"
Quatre and Zechs looked up to see Trowa leaning
against the doorframe. Zechs'
blood turned to ice as his body prepared for violence.
But Quatre just smiled happily and nuzzled up against
Zechs' chest, playing
with his platinum hair. "But he's such a NICE
toy, Trowa. Can I keep him?"
"You know I can never say no to you, angel," Trowa
answered. "And you do look
VERY nice together."
Zechs relaxed as he realized that Trowa was not
going to try to kill him.
Then he realized that Trowa might have other plans
as the brown haired pilot
approached with a very obvious arousal showing
through his skintight jeans.
Quatre giggled as he asked Zechs, "Did you really
mean what you said about
always being ready?"