Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Awkward Situation ❯ The Pay Off ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SweetasStrychnine 
Weelll, here's the lemon you've been waiting for. 3x4 action for all you fans of the pairing. There's still an epilogue to come.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.03.2004 | Updated On: 09.04.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 881 | Status: Completed
Weelll, here's the lemon you've been waiting for. 3x4 action for all you fans of the pairing. There's still an epilogue to come.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.03.2004 | Updated On: 09.04.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 881 | Status: Completed
Yes, I'm working on the next chapter of The Taming, its probably three quarters done. You've no
idea how Shakespear inspires me.
So anyway, this is by far the most graphic lemon I've ever written and I'm fairly proud of it. Of
course, my family wouldn't see it that way but we don't have to tell them now do we? EJ don't go
there. As always, thanks to everyone who reads, you're the reason I write, and special thanks to
the people that review, you're the reason I keep trying.
LEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMON
In case you hadn't realized, this chapter contains the lemon that the story's been building
towards. NC17 rating! No kids! No deleting this story without giving a reason (please)because
the warnings are adequate! And I don't own GW.
Epilogue to come!
Chapter Five: The Pay Off
Trowa heard the slow footsteps come up the stairs and all but dove into bed. There was a long
pause as the owner of the footsteps evidently needed a few minutes to gather his nerve. As the
doorknob turned, Trowa had an inspiration and rolled off the bed, using moves seen only on
"Mission Impossible" to get silently from the bed to the bathroom. That way he could casually
walk out after Quatre had a chance to see how much work he put into making the room look
perfect for him. 'Trowa,' he congratulated himself, 'you romantic devil, you. He'll love it.'
Trowa made it soundlessly to the bathroom. And waited...
And waited...
...and waited...
Although he would never have admitted it, Trowa began to get the teensiest, itty, bitty bit
impatient.
Trowa began to rethink his oh-so-casual fresh-from-the-shower plan and decided to open the
door and then be "surprised" that Quatre was standing there. He reached the door just as Quatre
worked up the nerve to enter.
***
The "thwack" of the door hitting him in the head was clearly heard in the room down the hall
where Duo and Heero were still panting and thrusting. Heero paused. "What...?"
"The hell?" Duo finished for him. "Good lord, what did he *do* to Q?"
Heero shrugged and shifted his hips slightly. "Do you want to stop and go see?"
"Oh...god no...Heero move!"
***
Quatre was gently pressing a cold cloth to Trowa's forehead when he came around. "Oh god
Trowa, I'm so sorry."
Trowa blinked and sat up as Quatre peered urgently into his eyes. "Do you like what I've done
with the room?"
"Huh? Oh...yes but are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Quatre, don't worry." Trowa leaned forward and caught Quatre's lips with his own.
After a few moments, one of his hands slipped from Quatre's shoulders down his back to his
waist and then slightly lower, sliding under the little blonde. He used his leverage to hoist his
smaller lover until Quatre's body was pressed flush against his own, his arousal telling Quatre
just how long he had been waiting for this moment. He ground against his lover and Quatre
helplessly ground back.
Trowa shifted until Quatre was lying under him and then leaned down once more. He gently
kissed down the arc of Quatre's neck and then dipped his head to nip at the part of his flat
stomach that was exposed. The tender flesh flinched away from the sharp, teasing teeth and
Trowa smiled evilly as he got an idea. He slowly slid his hands up to Quatre's chest and then
violently ripped the shirt off the little blonde. Trowa's lips and teeth instantly found a nipple,
stalling Quatre's protests in his throat. The smaller man threw his head back and his hands
worked restlessly in the sheets.
Quatre's eyes opened saw Trowa staring intently down at him, lust evident in his eyes. Quatre
gathered himself and reversed their positions. He smiled down at the surprise in Trowa's eyes
and began to explore that lean body. Quatre's delicate fingers worked their way into Trowa's
shirt and down his chest, rubbing at the nubs and circling his bellybutton. The shirt was removed
so Quatre could thoroughly examine Trowa's chest and then he shyly slipped his hand into
Trowa's jeans.
As the teasingly inexperienced touch encircled his rapidly hardening member, Trowa's eyes slid
shut. He leaned his head back as Quatre's fingers curled underneath the shaft and a loud moan
escaped him. Quatre's fingers instantly stilled.
'Trowa? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry..."
"No," Trowa choked out, "it felt good. But..." Trowa flipped them so he was once more on top. "I
have other plans." His voice was husky from want. Trowa's clever fingers worked their way into
Quatre's trousers and brushed across skin that was not yet exposed, fingering the rapidly
stiffening flesh.
"Ahh Trowa!"
Trowa smiled. "It gets better..." Trowa opened the fly on Quatre's dress pants and leaned close,
blowing cold air into the confined space and loving the shivers it caused his little one. He then
unfastened the button, the only thing holding the pants up, and unveiled the rest of the creamy
skin. Beautiful...
"Quatre...you are amazing..."
The pinkish tinge that spread from his face halfway down his chest and back only served to
make Quatre even more adorable.
"I...I want to see you," Quatre whispered and Trowa quickly shed the rest of his clothing until he
was as nude as the blonde. He lay beside Quatre, his olive skin a sharp contrast to Quatre's
paleness, and then reached over the blonde to find the lube in the night stand. Prize in hand, he
looked at his soon-to-be lover. The perfect trust in Quatre's eyes was the only reassurance he
needed. Trowa uncapped the small tube, took Quatre's hand and squeezed some onto his palm.
"Little one," he whispered, "just relax and let this get warm in your hand, okay?" Trowa dipped a
finger into the gel pooled in the blonde's hand and swirled it around, tickling his palm at the
same time. When he had gotten Quatre giggling, he gently spread Quatre's legs and slid between
them. Reaching between the exposed thighs, he found the opening and circled it a few times
before pressing his first finger inside. Quatre gasped and then sighed as his body adjusted to the
slight invasion. Trowa swirled his finger around and got more lube from Quatre's palm and
added a second. It took a little longer but Trowa felt Quatre relax and watched as his hand
unclenched to allow him to get more lube for a third finger to be inserted.
Quatre winced once and then again as Trowa spread his fingers and stretched his passage
further.
Trowa noticed and immediately felt guilty. Despite his best efforts, he was hurting his little love.
Trowa began to slide his fingers out, determined to only take things further when he could do so
without hurting Quatre when it happened. His retreating fingers brushed a small bundle of
nerves and Quatre threw his head back and moaned.
Erotic.
That was the word that seared across Trowa's brain. With his moist lips parted, a faint sheen of
sweat making his muscles stand out and his back almost impossibly arched, Quatre looked
erotic. Like sex. Trowa's fleeing fingers changed direction and surged back into their warm
haven. Trowa waited until the blonde's panting had turned into hiccuping mewling sounds before
withdrawing and using the rest of the nicely-warmed lube to slick his throbbing erection. He
grabbed Quatre's hand slowly eased into his tight passage.
Quatre's sudden death grip on his hand told him he was hurting the smaller man and he instantly
stilled his movement. "Try and relax," Trowa said softly, "I promise you it gets better."
Quatre nodded and tried to steady his breathing, eyes closed in complete concentration.
Slowly, the muscles clamped around Trowa's length relaxed and then Quatre's hand followed
suit. Trowa took that as his signal and slowly withdrew.
Quatre opened his eyes and the perfect love he saw took away the last of the pain until all he felt
was a strange feeling of fullness and heat.
Trowa withdrew once more and this time the pause before he thrust back in was shorter. A few
more thrusts and he was almost mindless with passion, taking less care to be gentle as Quatre got
used to the sensations until the little blonde was rocked back by the force of his pounding. And
then Trowa hit Quatre's prostate.
Quatre didn't see stars or fireworks like the cliches all said, what he saw was green. He was
drowning in a pool of green so intense for a second it was all he could concentrate on. Then
Trowa struck his prostate again and his eyes flew open. The green he had been imagining was
the colour of Trowa's eyes...
It might had lasted seconds or hours, neither man was in any state to keep track, but once they
had both reached their satisfying conclusions, Trowa rolled off the blonde and lay beside him,
still panting.
"Trowa, that was wonderful."
"I didn't hurt you?" Trowa looked searchingly into Quatre's eyes.
"No. Well, maybe a little but it was...perfect."
Trowa smiled and shifted Quatre's weight until it lay comfortably along and slightly on top of his
side. "You know I love you, Quatre."
Quatre smiled sleepily. "I know."
No one said anything for a short while.
"Quatre?"
"Mmm?"
"I'm waiting."
Quatre leaned over and kissed Trowa on the nose. "I love you too. Happy?"
Trowa's arm wrapped tightly around his lover. "Very happy."
Then they fell asleep.
idea how Shakespear inspires me.
So anyway, this is by far the most graphic lemon I've ever written and I'm fairly proud of it. Of
course, my family wouldn't see it that way but we don't have to tell them now do we? EJ don't go
there. As always, thanks to everyone who reads, you're the reason I write, and special thanks to
the people that review, you're the reason I keep trying.
LEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMONLEMON
In case you hadn't realized, this chapter contains the lemon that the story's been building
towards. NC17 rating! No kids! No deleting this story without giving a reason (please)because
the warnings are adequate! And I don't own GW.
Epilogue to come!
Chapter Five: The Pay Off
Trowa heard the slow footsteps come up the stairs and all but dove into bed. There was a long
pause as the owner of the footsteps evidently needed a few minutes to gather his nerve. As the
doorknob turned, Trowa had an inspiration and rolled off the bed, using moves seen only on
"Mission Impossible" to get silently from the bed to the bathroom. That way he could casually
walk out after Quatre had a chance to see how much work he put into making the room look
perfect for him. 'Trowa,' he congratulated himself, 'you romantic devil, you. He'll love it.'
Trowa made it soundlessly to the bathroom. And waited...
And waited...
...and waited...
Although he would never have admitted it, Trowa began to get the teensiest, itty, bitty bit
impatient.
Trowa began to rethink his oh-so-casual fresh-from-the-shower plan and decided to open the
door and then be "surprised" that Quatre was standing there. He reached the door just as Quatre
worked up the nerve to enter.
***
The "thwack" of the door hitting him in the head was clearly heard in the room down the hall
where Duo and Heero were still panting and thrusting. Heero paused. "What...?"
"The hell?" Duo finished for him. "Good lord, what did he *do* to Q?"
Heero shrugged and shifted his hips slightly. "Do you want to stop and go see?"
"Oh...god no...Heero move!"
***
Quatre was gently pressing a cold cloth to Trowa's forehead when he came around. "Oh god
Trowa, I'm so sorry."
Trowa blinked and sat up as Quatre peered urgently into his eyes. "Do you like what I've done
with the room?"
"Huh? Oh...yes but are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Quatre, don't worry." Trowa leaned forward and caught Quatre's lips with his own.
After a few moments, one of his hands slipped from Quatre's shoulders down his back to his
waist and then slightly lower, sliding under the little blonde. He used his leverage to hoist his
smaller lover until Quatre's body was pressed flush against his own, his arousal telling Quatre
just how long he had been waiting for this moment. He ground against his lover and Quatre
helplessly ground back.
Trowa shifted until Quatre was lying under him and then leaned down once more. He gently
kissed down the arc of Quatre's neck and then dipped his head to nip at the part of his flat
stomach that was exposed. The tender flesh flinched away from the sharp, teasing teeth and
Trowa smiled evilly as he got an idea. He slowly slid his hands up to Quatre's chest and then
violently ripped the shirt off the little blonde. Trowa's lips and teeth instantly found a nipple,
stalling Quatre's protests in his throat. The smaller man threw his head back and his hands
worked restlessly in the sheets.
Quatre's eyes opened saw Trowa staring intently down at him, lust evident in his eyes. Quatre
gathered himself and reversed their positions. He smiled down at the surprise in Trowa's eyes
and began to explore that lean body. Quatre's delicate fingers worked their way into Trowa's
shirt and down his chest, rubbing at the nubs and circling his bellybutton. The shirt was removed
so Quatre could thoroughly examine Trowa's chest and then he shyly slipped his hand into
Trowa's jeans.
As the teasingly inexperienced touch encircled his rapidly hardening member, Trowa's eyes slid
shut. He leaned his head back as Quatre's fingers curled underneath the shaft and a loud moan
escaped him. Quatre's fingers instantly stilled.
'Trowa? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry..."
"No," Trowa choked out, "it felt good. But..." Trowa flipped them so he was once more on top. "I
have other plans." His voice was husky from want. Trowa's clever fingers worked their way into
Quatre's trousers and brushed across skin that was not yet exposed, fingering the rapidly
stiffening flesh.
"Ahh Trowa!"
Trowa smiled. "It gets better..." Trowa opened the fly on Quatre's dress pants and leaned close,
blowing cold air into the confined space and loving the shivers it caused his little one. He then
unfastened the button, the only thing holding the pants up, and unveiled the rest of the creamy
skin. Beautiful...
"Quatre...you are amazing..."
The pinkish tinge that spread from his face halfway down his chest and back only served to
make Quatre even more adorable.
"I...I want to see you," Quatre whispered and Trowa quickly shed the rest of his clothing until he
was as nude as the blonde. He lay beside Quatre, his olive skin a sharp contrast to Quatre's
paleness, and then reached over the blonde to find the lube in the night stand. Prize in hand, he
looked at his soon-to-be lover. The perfect trust in Quatre's eyes was the only reassurance he
needed. Trowa uncapped the small tube, took Quatre's hand and squeezed some onto his palm.
"Little one," he whispered, "just relax and let this get warm in your hand, okay?" Trowa dipped a
finger into the gel pooled in the blonde's hand and swirled it around, tickling his palm at the
same time. When he had gotten Quatre giggling, he gently spread Quatre's legs and slid between
them. Reaching between the exposed thighs, he found the opening and circled it a few times
before pressing his first finger inside. Quatre gasped and then sighed as his body adjusted to the
slight invasion. Trowa swirled his finger around and got more lube from Quatre's palm and
added a second. It took a little longer but Trowa felt Quatre relax and watched as his hand
unclenched to allow him to get more lube for a third finger to be inserted.
Quatre winced once and then again as Trowa spread his fingers and stretched his passage
further.
Trowa noticed and immediately felt guilty. Despite his best efforts, he was hurting his little love.
Trowa began to slide his fingers out, determined to only take things further when he could do so
without hurting Quatre when it happened. His retreating fingers brushed a small bundle of
nerves and Quatre threw his head back and moaned.
Erotic.
That was the word that seared across Trowa's brain. With his moist lips parted, a faint sheen of
sweat making his muscles stand out and his back almost impossibly arched, Quatre looked
erotic. Like sex. Trowa's fleeing fingers changed direction and surged back into their warm
haven. Trowa waited until the blonde's panting had turned into hiccuping mewling sounds before
withdrawing and using the rest of the nicely-warmed lube to slick his throbbing erection. He
grabbed Quatre's hand slowly eased into his tight passage.
Quatre's sudden death grip on his hand told him he was hurting the smaller man and he instantly
stilled his movement. "Try and relax," Trowa said softly, "I promise you it gets better."
Quatre nodded and tried to steady his breathing, eyes closed in complete concentration.
Slowly, the muscles clamped around Trowa's length relaxed and then Quatre's hand followed
suit. Trowa took that as his signal and slowly withdrew.
Quatre opened his eyes and the perfect love he saw took away the last of the pain until all he felt
was a strange feeling of fullness and heat.
Trowa withdrew once more and this time the pause before he thrust back in was shorter. A few
more thrusts and he was almost mindless with passion, taking less care to be gentle as Quatre got
used to the sensations until the little blonde was rocked back by the force of his pounding. And
then Trowa hit Quatre's prostate.
Quatre didn't see stars or fireworks like the cliches all said, what he saw was green. He was
drowning in a pool of green so intense for a second it was all he could concentrate on. Then
Trowa struck his prostate again and his eyes flew open. The green he had been imagining was
the colour of Trowa's eyes...
It might had lasted seconds or hours, neither man was in any state to keep track, but once they
had both reached their satisfying conclusions, Trowa rolled off the blonde and lay beside him,
still panting.
"Trowa, that was wonderful."
"I didn't hurt you?" Trowa looked searchingly into Quatre's eyes.
"No. Well, maybe a little but it was...perfect."
Trowa smiled and shifted Quatre's weight until it lay comfortably along and slightly on top of his
side. "You know I love you, Quatre."
Quatre smiled sleepily. "I know."
No one said anything for a short while.
"Quatre?"
"Mmm?"
"I'm waiting."
Quatre leaned over and kissed Trowa on the nose. "I love you too. Happy?"
Trowa's arm wrapped tightly around his lover. "Very happy."
Then they fell asleep.