Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Awkward Situation ❯ Trowa Makes his Move ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SweetasStrychnine 
what do you think's gonna happen. Beware the lime, my children!!! although considering the rating...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.20.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
what do you think's gonna happen. Beware the lime, my children!!! although considering the rating...
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.20.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
What if Quatre was straight? I don't think he is but just imagine...mind boggling. Anyway this is the first hard core lime thing I've ever written and I know it took me a long time. On the bright side, it's long, right? Watch for the next chapter of The Taming, to the people who are reading it. I swear it'll be up soon.
Not my series, not for readers who don't feel they are mature enough to read this. Does contain mature content. I think that's it so here we go.
Chapter 2: Trowa Makes his Move
Heero was typing at the kitchen table on his laptop when they finally got back to the safe house. He looked up when they entered and stood just in time to catch Duo when he leaped at him.
"Hee-chan!" Heero held him tightly but was able to meet Trowa's eyes over the top of Duo's head. "He's upstairs."
"Thanks," Trowa quietly walked up the stairs to see his boyfriend, soon-to-be-lover. The third door on the left was their room. Trowa crept forward without making a sound; he wanted to surprise Quatre. He paused in front of the door and opened it just a crack to peer in at the little blonde.
Quatre was bent over putting his vests in the bottom drawer of the chest. Trowa entered the room quietly and closed the door behind him. He stared at the pretty picture Quatre made, bent over as he was. That tempting rear... so round...so ...without noticing he was doing it, Trowa moved across the room until he was standing directly behind his blonde boyfriend. One of his hands shot out without his conscious control and landed on that tempting behind.
"Trowa!" Quatre gasped and he straightened quickly, "I didn't hear you there." He didn't seem to notice that Trowa had yet to remove his hand. "What did you and Duo get up to while we were gone?"
"Not a lot, we went shopping," Trowa thought of his recent purchase, "I missed you." Trowa put his other hand on Quatre's lower back to bring him into an embrace.
"I missed you too, Trowa." From his position in the other's arms, Quatre tilted his face up for a kiss and Trowa was eager to comply. Trowa thrust his tongue inside Quatre's mouth and quickly gained dominance. He growled possessively as his arms tightened around the little blonde.
Quatre melted at the onslaught and leaned further into his boyfriend as his knees gave way.
Trowa smiled and scooped him up, carrying him to his bed and laying the little blonde down on the sheets. "Stay here, okay?" At Quatre's nod, Trowa hurried back downstairs to the kitchen.
Where he saw Heero and Duo.
Who were rather busy.
Trowa stared. Had Duo ever been in the circus? That was one of the more advanced contortionist...oh...
Trowa cleared his throat and Heero looked up at him.
"Barton."
"Uh, shouldn't you guys take this to your room? What if Wufei comes home? He only went to the hardware store."
"Hn."
"Trowa, is that what you came down here to tell us? I thought you'd be busy," Duo smirked.
"I am," he said defensively, "I was just wondering where Duo left the bag."
"Bag? Oh, Bag! Good idea Tro, I think its by the door."
"Thanks," Trowa watched Duo try to hitch his pants back into place as he followed Trowa to the door, grabbed his purchase and pulled Heero up to their room.
Trowa rummaged through the bag at a more leisurely pace. He found his lube and stared at it for a moment. Was he sure? He thought about the little blonde lying in his bed. Yes, he was sure. Clutching the lube tightly, he made his way back to the room he shared with Quatre.
Quatre was lying on Trowa's bed where he had been left. He was curled up on his side with his eyes closed but instantly sat up with a smile on his face when Trowa entered the room.
"Are Duo and Heero happy to see each other?"
Trowa smiled faintly, "Remind me to wipe the table before we eat." Trowa sat on the bed beside his boyfriend and manoeuvred him so that the blonde head was pillowed on his shoulder. "Tired?" he asked, noticing the look of sleepy contentment on his boyfriend's face.
Quatre shook his head, "Not if you want to talk."
Trowa was silent, thinking about his plans. He wrapped his arm more tightly around the little blonde and leaned back into the headboard. He listened as Quatre's breathing began to slow into sleep patterns and Quatre let out one of his adorable happy sighs. 'It would be a shame,' Trowa thought, 'to disturb Quatre now, when he's just getting to sleep. But...' Those lips, gently parted, his shirt had slipped enough to allow the brown-haired boy a glimpse of one creamy shoulder, Trowa couldn't resist.
He leaned over to place a gentle kiss on those pink lips.
Quatre, more than half asleep, was slow to respond to Trowa's questing tongue. He sleepily opened his mouth to allow Trowa entrance but as Trowa slipped his hand into Quatre's shirt to stroke across his smooth stomach, Quatre's breathing began to quicken once more. He opened his eyes with a slight moan to see piercing green eyes staring at him. Quatre began to blush as Trowa's clever fingers unbuttoned his shirt to gain better access to the seldom-seen skin.
As the shirt parted, Trowa's hand once more slipped inside and began to make its way down Quatre's chest. He circled Quatre's nipples for a few moments before sliding his hand underneath the blonde and lifting him so he could reach the nubs with his mouth. Suction, tongue and teeth, all served to distract Quatre while Trowa ever-so-slowly allowed his hand to travel to the waistband of his pants.
One of Quatre's hands buried itself in the brown hair while the other clutched uselessly at the sheets as Trowa found his arousal. Quatre moaned into the kiss.
"T-Trowa!" Trowa's hand sped up slightly.
"Shh, little one." Trowa abandoned all other activities, just using his hand to stimulate the little blonde and loving the sounds he was making. He watched, mesmerized, as his boyfriend writhed on the bed, his face twisted into an expression of pleasure and something else*...something...
Trowa couldn't stand it anymore. The tossing head, parted mouth and all that skin, he decided that he had to have him. Now. Trowa leaned down to plant a soothing kiss on Quatre's forehead and he backed off for a moment to find the lube.
WHERE THE HELL WAS THE LUBE??? Oh, right. Much relieved, he held the little tube triumphantly in front of Quatre before opening the lid and spreading some of the cool gel on his finger. His other hand brushed through Quatre's hair and then slipped underneath the blonde to lift him enough to be prepared. Trowa marvelled that Quatre was so light he could be lifted with only one hand and then became totally focussed on the round globes of Quatre's pert ass. He slipped his finger into the crack and smiled as Quatre giggled at the tickling sensation. Then Trowa found the opening. He gently circled it a few times and then ever so slooowly pushed his finger inside. That's when things started to get weird.
Quatre squirmed at the invasion. "Trowa-ah-, what are you doing?"
"Shh, little one. I'm preparing you."
It was then that Quatre said something that no one could have foreseen. Two little words but so important in the circumstances. They immediately put Trowa's passion on hold.
"Shh, little one. I'm preparing you," Trowa had whispered and he was. Right up until Quatre asked, "For what?"
* get it? It was confusion.
Not my series, not for readers who don't feel they are mature enough to read this. Does contain mature content. I think that's it so here we go.
Chapter 2: Trowa Makes his Move
Heero was typing at the kitchen table on his laptop when they finally got back to the safe house. He looked up when they entered and stood just in time to catch Duo when he leaped at him.
"Hee-chan!" Heero held him tightly but was able to meet Trowa's eyes over the top of Duo's head. "He's upstairs."
"Thanks," Trowa quietly walked up the stairs to see his boyfriend, soon-to-be-lover. The third door on the left was their room. Trowa crept forward without making a sound; he wanted to surprise Quatre. He paused in front of the door and opened it just a crack to peer in at the little blonde.
Quatre was bent over putting his vests in the bottom drawer of the chest. Trowa entered the room quietly and closed the door behind him. He stared at the pretty picture Quatre made, bent over as he was. That tempting rear... so round...so ...without noticing he was doing it, Trowa moved across the room until he was standing directly behind his blonde boyfriend. One of his hands shot out without his conscious control and landed on that tempting behind.
"Trowa!" Quatre gasped and he straightened quickly, "I didn't hear you there." He didn't seem to notice that Trowa had yet to remove his hand. "What did you and Duo get up to while we were gone?"
"Not a lot, we went shopping," Trowa thought of his recent purchase, "I missed you." Trowa put his other hand on Quatre's lower back to bring him into an embrace.
"I missed you too, Trowa." From his position in the other's arms, Quatre tilted his face up for a kiss and Trowa was eager to comply. Trowa thrust his tongue inside Quatre's mouth and quickly gained dominance. He growled possessively as his arms tightened around the little blonde.
Quatre melted at the onslaught and leaned further into his boyfriend as his knees gave way.
Trowa smiled and scooped him up, carrying him to his bed and laying the little blonde down on the sheets. "Stay here, okay?" At Quatre's nod, Trowa hurried back downstairs to the kitchen.
Where he saw Heero and Duo.
Who were rather busy.
Trowa stared. Had Duo ever been in the circus? That was one of the more advanced contortionist...oh...
Trowa cleared his throat and Heero looked up at him.
"Barton."
"Uh, shouldn't you guys take this to your room? What if Wufei comes home? He only went to the hardware store."
"Hn."
"Trowa, is that what you came down here to tell us? I thought you'd be busy," Duo smirked.
"I am," he said defensively, "I was just wondering where Duo left the bag."
"Bag? Oh, Bag! Good idea Tro, I think its by the door."
"Thanks," Trowa watched Duo try to hitch his pants back into place as he followed Trowa to the door, grabbed his purchase and pulled Heero up to their room.
Trowa rummaged through the bag at a more leisurely pace. He found his lube and stared at it for a moment. Was he sure? He thought about the little blonde lying in his bed. Yes, he was sure. Clutching the lube tightly, he made his way back to the room he shared with Quatre.
Quatre was lying on Trowa's bed where he had been left. He was curled up on his side with his eyes closed but instantly sat up with a smile on his face when Trowa entered the room.
"Are Duo and Heero happy to see each other?"
Trowa smiled faintly, "Remind me to wipe the table before we eat." Trowa sat on the bed beside his boyfriend and manoeuvred him so that the blonde head was pillowed on his shoulder. "Tired?" he asked, noticing the look of sleepy contentment on his boyfriend's face.
Quatre shook his head, "Not if you want to talk."
Trowa was silent, thinking about his plans. He wrapped his arm more tightly around the little blonde and leaned back into the headboard. He listened as Quatre's breathing began to slow into sleep patterns and Quatre let out one of his adorable happy sighs. 'It would be a shame,' Trowa thought, 'to disturb Quatre now, when he's just getting to sleep. But...' Those lips, gently parted, his shirt had slipped enough to allow the brown-haired boy a glimpse of one creamy shoulder, Trowa couldn't resist.
He leaned over to place a gentle kiss on those pink lips.
Quatre, more than half asleep, was slow to respond to Trowa's questing tongue. He sleepily opened his mouth to allow Trowa entrance but as Trowa slipped his hand into Quatre's shirt to stroke across his smooth stomach, Quatre's breathing began to quicken once more. He opened his eyes with a slight moan to see piercing green eyes staring at him. Quatre began to blush as Trowa's clever fingers unbuttoned his shirt to gain better access to the seldom-seen skin.
As the shirt parted, Trowa's hand once more slipped inside and began to make its way down Quatre's chest. He circled Quatre's nipples for a few moments before sliding his hand underneath the blonde and lifting him so he could reach the nubs with his mouth. Suction, tongue and teeth, all served to distract Quatre while Trowa ever-so-slowly allowed his hand to travel to the waistband of his pants.
One of Quatre's hands buried itself in the brown hair while the other clutched uselessly at the sheets as Trowa found his arousal. Quatre moaned into the kiss.
"T-Trowa!" Trowa's hand sped up slightly.
"Shh, little one." Trowa abandoned all other activities, just using his hand to stimulate the little blonde and loving the sounds he was making. He watched, mesmerized, as his boyfriend writhed on the bed, his face twisted into an expression of pleasure and something else*...something...
Trowa couldn't stand it anymore. The tossing head, parted mouth and all that skin, he decided that he had to have him. Now. Trowa leaned down to plant a soothing kiss on Quatre's forehead and he backed off for a moment to find the lube.
WHERE THE HELL WAS THE LUBE??? Oh, right. Much relieved, he held the little tube triumphantly in front of Quatre before opening the lid and spreading some of the cool gel on his finger. His other hand brushed through Quatre's hair and then slipped underneath the blonde to lift him enough to be prepared. Trowa marvelled that Quatre was so light he could be lifted with only one hand and then became totally focussed on the round globes of Quatre's pert ass. He slipped his finger into the crack and smiled as Quatre giggled at the tickling sensation. Then Trowa found the opening. He gently circled it a few times and then ever so slooowly pushed his finger inside. That's when things started to get weird.
Quatre squirmed at the invasion. "Trowa-ah-, what are you doing?"
"Shh, little one. I'm preparing you."
It was then that Quatre said something that no one could have foreseen. Two little words but so important in the circumstances. They immediately put Trowa's passion on hold.
"Shh, little one. I'm preparing you," Trowa had whispered and he was. Right up until Quatre asked, "For what?"
* get it? It was confusion.