by Hex
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Keep in mind the only thing I own is my car. If you really want my 89 grey toyota crapolla err... Corolla on it's second transmission and refurbished alternator go ahead. I think you'll get $50 at the scrap yard for it. Well, I did just get new CV boots and brake pads.
"How are you getting home?" Quatre asked. Tomorrow. Quatre added silently,praying that it was true.
"I'll walk from here after I make sure you get up to your apartment all right." Trowa said getting out of the cab. He helped steady Quatre as the blonde climbed out as well. Quatre smirked as he turned towards the door his face out of Trowa's view. Sometimes looking so damned innocent really had its advantages. Quatre lead Trowa up to his apartment and leaned back against the door facing the taller man.
"I was wondering Trowa." Quatre said taking a deep breath and tilting his head to the side slightly. "Are you gay or just messing with my head?"
"I uh....." Trowa's eyes widened and he blinked slowly. His eyes narrowed and he looked deeply into Quatre's eyes. "That was a little more lucid and direct then I was expecting. How drunk are you?"
"Not very drunk any more at all." Quatre said and to demonstrate the fact tossed his keys in the air and snatched the one for the door to his apartment out of the cluttered ring before it was back at his face level. "Now answer the question."
"I'm gay." Trowa replied looking at Quatre a little caught off guard.
"Good. Can I ask you another question?" Quatre asked turning to slip the key into the lock and open the door.
"Yes." Trowa said. Quatre caught the slight quaver in his voice.
"Would you think I was a slut if I asked you in?" Quatre said, turning to face Trowa. His face was turning a tomato shade he could feel the heat radiating off his face in waves. He leaned against the door frame to make sure his knees didn't shake him to the floor.
"It would probably kill me if you didn't." Trowa replied leaned towards the blonde resting his hand on the door frame.
Trowa's lips tentatively pressed against Quartre's. The brunette pulled back from the blonde to look into his eyes still slightly dazed even from the slight contact. The simple touch of lips proved to be no where near enough. Quatre grabbed to handfuls of the taller mans shirt pulling him into the apartment. Their lips locked again, this time insistent. Trowa grabbed the backs of Quatre's thighs dragging the blonde up his body so short, dance toughened legs could wrap around his waist. The blonde's hands buried themselves into Trowa's hair grasping handfuls of the cinnamon coloured silk to pull their faces closer together. Quatre rested his elbows on the taller man's broad shoulders. Trowa pinned Quatre to the wall grinding into the little blonde, who moaned deep in his throat. Trowa was cupping Quatre's upper thighs keeping him at just the right height so that he could forcibly rub his jeans covered erection against Quatre's equally restrained sex. They stayed that way for a while kissing and rubbing against each other. A vain attempt to satisfy themselves through their clothing.
Trowa slide his hands up Quatre's legs to his sides. He hooked both his hands under the blonde's armpits and lifted him higher. This allowed Trowa to fasten his mouth on one of Quatre's nipples. Dark circles that just barely showed through Quatre's white shirt. The suction was wicked and making Quatre moan as he viciously buried his fingers in Trowa's hair. The blonde's legs wrapped themselves where they could around Trowa's body and tried fruitlessly to pull the brunette closer to him. The blonde whimpered from the ineffectual actions. Trowa chuckled low in his throat and rubbed his stomach against Quatre. The blonde hissed tightening his hold in Trowa's hair. Quatre pulled on the hair roughly, tugging Trowa away from his chest. He let Quatre slide down until he could properly reach the blonde's mouth then he claimed it again. Their tongues fought back and forth making forays into each others mouths. They broke apart to pant in between kissing at each others necks and faces.
"Bed. Now." Trowa growled and pulling away from Quatre who reached over and pushed the door shut. The hallway had already had enough of a show.
The blonde's shirt was now sweaty at the back and clung to him in an uncomfortable way. He tugged at it while he tugged at Trowa's hand leading him to his bedroom. As the blonde walked into the room he released Trowa's hand and yanked his shirt over his head. His arms were still in the sleeves when Trowa pulled him close by his belt loops. One hand spread out to massage his pecs while the other let teasing fingers dip into the waistband of his pants. Quatre shook the shirt off his arms then reached behind himself to grab handfuls of the taller boy's pants. The blonde twisted his neck at the most uncomfortable position possible to plunder Trowa's mouth telling him how badly he wanted to move this to the bed. Trowa's fingertips stole into his pants and underwear to brush lightly at the tip of his arousal. Quatre gave a throaty moan and turned to press himself against Trowa. He grabbed Trowa by his shirt and pulled him to the bed. The blonde stopped when the back of his calves were brushing the bed frame. He tugged at Trowa's shirt, which the banged man quickly discarded onto the floor. Quatre fumbled with the button on Trowa's jeans for a moment, then finally managed pop it open. Quatre carefully unzipped Trowa and found the banged boy naked underneath his pants. Completely naked. Quatre couldn't help but lick his lips nervously. He knew what he wanted but Trowa was big. Very big. It was intimidating for someone who had only had one other sexual experience. An experience that had gone from awkward to wrong over the course of the night.
"I won't hurt you." Trowa said softly.
Quatre felt himself blush again. He had been staring. It seemed ridiculous to be embarrassed about staring considering what they were about to do, but he still was. Quatre reached up on tiptoe to press his lips against Trowa's once again. Trowa returned the kiss gently. Quatre had to smile. He knew what Trowa was doing. It wasn't that Quatre was scared or felt pressured. He was the one that asked Trowa in after all. He just felt a little less knowledgeable then he would have liked, considering the situation. The blonde tried returning the kiss with a small measure of urgency. It worked as Trowa began to try forcing his jeans down his legs while still kissing Quatre. Trowa broke the kiss with a curse. He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his jeans. Trowa returned his lips to Quatre's as he helped the blonde undo his pants. Trowa let the pants slide to the floor while he plundered Quatre's mouth. One of the tall man's forearms supported the blonde's spine, his hand coming up to cup the back of his head. The other hand had slid up Quatre's boxer shorts to tease the valley in between his cheeks. Quatre shivered and pressed back suggestively against those fingers while struggling to toe himself out of his shoes so he could get his pants the rest of the way off. Trowa cupped his hand over Quatre's cheek and gave it a possessive squeeze. The taller man leaned Quatre over until the fell to they bed. Trowa bucked his hips against Quatre's and moaned. He pressed his lips against Quatre's whispering.
"Oh god silk." Was what Quatre thought the incoherent jumble might have been. Obviously a comment on his choice of boxers. 'Silk boxers are a good thing.' Quatre made a mental note and groaned as Trowa broke off the kiss to slide down his body. Trowa helped Quatre get the shoe that he hadn't managed to dislodge off his foot and discard his pants. Trowa nudged Quatre who scrambled on his back to settle in the middle of the twin size bed. The brunette took up residence in between Quatre's legs his face level with Quatre's silk clad erection. He nuzzled the bulge briefly letting his tongue flick out to stab at the sack. Quatre jolted and fisted his hands in the comforter. Trowa wrapped his mouth around the base of Quatre's erection and rubbed his tongue against its underside. The blonde moaned and grabbed handfuls of Trowa's hair tugging roughly. The taller man obliged him and brought his lips back up to Quatre's. The blonde used one hand to awkwardly wiggle out of his boxers. Trowa yanked them off the rest of the way shifting to let the silk slide away from Quatre. He tossed them off into the darkness of the room. Trowa's hands trailed back up Quatre's legs to stroke his inner thighs. Quatre couldn't stop the low moan or the spreading of his legs. Trowa let a finger slide around the blonde's sac then up his erection.
"Oh God please more." Quatre begged reaching for Trowa.
"Where?" Trowa asked still letting his finger tease Quatre. The blonde was beginning to claw at his shoulders. "Quatre." He wrapped his hand around the blonde and squeezed. "Where?"
"Drawer-uh... nightsta-and." Quatre managed to say despite the fact that Trowa was leisurely pumping him now. The blonde reached flailing in the direction of the night stand. Trowa leaned over and pulled open the drawer. He searched by feel for a few moments before he found the tube and a foil packet. He put the foil packet off to the side for the moment and leaned in to kiss Quatre. He balanced himself on his knees, his lips still locked with Quatre's and spread some of the lube onto his fingers. He reached down to gently tease Quatre's entrance. The blonde jumped. Trowa stilled his hand and pulled away to look Quatre in the eye.
"Cold." The blonde whispered. Trowa nodded and slid his finger over Quatre entrance a few times before letting one slim digit slip in. Quatre squirmed slightly as Trowa buried his face into the hollow between his shoulder and his neck. It wasn't as uncomfortable as he remembered. Maybe he was just better prepared this time. Trowa let the finger slide in and out. The feeling became comfortable quickly but it wasn't enough. Trowa slipped in another finger using the same in and out motion. Finally a third finger was added. Trowa kept hitting the spot that made Quatre arch off the bed.
"I'm re-ready." Quatre gasped then moaned. Trowa patted the bed searching for a moment before his fingers found the foil packet. He used his hand and teeth to rip it open. He gently disengaged his other hand from Quatre and rolled the condom onto himself with Quatre's hands helping. In between twining their tongues together they stroked lube onto Trowa. Trowa positioned himself putting one of Quatre's legs over his shoulder and entered Quatre slowly. Quatre tried not to tense too much as Trowa pressed into him. Quatre's thighs were brushing his chest as Trowa pressed into him all the way. Trowa's hands were cupping his face and the brunette's tongue was stroking his mouth wildly. Quatre spread his hands out on the taller boy's back, feeling how tightly Trowa was holding onto his control. Slowly Trowa began to move. He made shallow thrusts with his hips. His thrusts got progressively deeper and more powerful. Quatre thrust to meet him. Their hips snapped together roughly as their mouth muffled sounds of passion that got louder and louder. The bed rocked and scraped on the floor as they climbed closer to climax. Quatre came first, arching his neck so the contact of lips was broken as he let out a lusty scream. Trowa followed quickly with something like a sob and buried his face into Quatre's neck. They stayed in that position as their breathing slowed. Suddenly Quatre began to laugh. Trowa pulled away to look him in the eyes surprised and a little insulted.
"Five hole!" [15] The blonde declared and laughed until tears came to his eyes. Trowa only groaned in response and buried his face back into Quatre's neck.
[15] Fivehole is a term in hockey used to describe a goal that goes in between the goalies legs. So since Quatre is a goalie and Trowa did score between his legs.......... FIVE HOLE!^_^ *cackle* and yes that was the point of the entire fic. I know I'm insane.
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