Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Duo and the Crunchy Peanut Butter ❯ Quatre and Trowa Lemon ( Chapter 3 )

Duo and the Crunchy Peanut Butter . . . Lemon Two: Trowa and Quatre

Trowa hauled Quatre out of Duo and Heero's room right after Duo called his Quatre, honey-boy.

At first Trowa was as confused as by the comment as Wufei and Heero. Quatre blushed hard, his face turning crimson. As soon as they got to their room Trowa tackled Quatre and kissed him passionately.

"Honey-boy," Trowa purred in Quatre's ear. He looked a Quatre with a loving smile.

"Yes Trowa-Koi?" Quatre purred looking up at his lover.

"Where's that honey I asked you for?" Trowa asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Quatre giggled when Trowa tickled him for the information (1). Trowa laughed when Quatre found Trowa's ticklish spot. Trowa's laugh made Quatre, it was a full rich sound, he sighed hearing Trowa's laugh.

"I give up!" Quatre gasped breathlessly.

"Good my Koi," Trowa purred. "Now, where's the honey?"

"In the nightstand," Quatre replied. Trowa smiled and stood, he then walked over to the door and locked it.

"So, my Arabian Koi," Trowa purred (2). He turned out all of the lights except for the one in the bathroom. "Whatever shall I do with you?" Trowa glided; walked was not the appropriate term, to Quatre.

"I don't know," Quatre whispered back. He stared as Trowa came closer and closer. He was completely mesmerized by the sensuous movements of his lover's hips, the way the emerald green eyes sparkled in the dim light from the bathroom.

"Well then," Trowa said. "I guess I'll just have to think of something all by myself," Trowa pouted (3). Quatre loved it when Trowa let down his guard and was . . . playful.

"Sorry," Quatre replied. "I didn't realize that I was being tested today."

Trowa had reached the smaller boy by now. He stopped and simply basked in the love that radiated off of Quatre. He looked into the endless teal depths and was breathless.

The two lovers quietly stared at each other for several minutes. Then suddenly, Quatre surged forward to embrace Trowa tightly. They stood that way for several minutes. Trowa pulled back slightly so that he could tip that beautiful face upwards.

Trowa leaned down to capture that beautiful mouth with his own. Tongues darting into each other's mouths. After several minutes they broke away gasping for breath. Quatre smiled coyly and pulled Trowa back into another heated kiss, he began to pull Trowa's shirt insistently. Trowa relented and pulled back long enough to pull his turtleneck over his head. Quatre pressed his small body up against Trowa. Both of them were already painfully hard. The pair kicked off their shoes and kissed again.

Trowa began unbuttoning Quatre's vest, he then moved onto Quatre's shirt. In the meantime Quatre's long, nimble fingers weren't idle. They moved down to Trowa's pants and quickly undid the button and then unzipped them. Trowa gasped when Quatre's hand snaked down into Trowa's protected heat.

"Quatre," Trowa gasped. He hugged the small Arabian to his chest. Quatre smiled and wrapped his small hand around Trowa's straining member, then began to slowly stroke. Trowa shuddered as sensation racked his body.

"How's that Koi?" Quatre asked.

"Y-yes," Trowa gasped. "Wait," he moaned into the top of Quatre's head. Quatre stopped and slowly pulled his hand out of his lover's pants. Trowa found that he already missed the feel of Quatre's hand.

"What are we waiting for Koi?" Quatre asked insistently (4). He threw his purple vest into a corner of the room.

"Bed," Trowa managed, getting a hold of himself. He then pulled his pants off as Quatre finished the job Trowa had started on his shirt. They tossed the said items into a corner. Quatre sat on the bed waiting patiently to see what Trowa was planning. "Lay down," Trowa said in a lustful voice.

"Like this?" Quatre asked laying on the bed in a very sexy manner. Trowa nearly lost his hard won control.

"Perfect," Trowa said, he pulled his now too tight briefs off. He heard Quatre gasp in appreciation.

"Please Trowa!" Quatre whined.

"Shh . . . little one," Trowa crooned making his way over to the bed. His emerald eyes were hazy with lust. Trowa sat on the bed and unbuttoned Quatre's pants. "Scoot to the middle Koi."

"Whatever you want Trowa," Quatre replied moving to the center of the bed. Trowa moved on to the bed. He then moved into a position that had him straddling Quatre's thighs.

"Quatre," Trowa said with a bit of disappointment in his voice. "These pants aren't necessary." He then pulled Quatre's pants and underwear down his thighs.

"Trowa," Quatre moaned as soon as Trowa freed his erection. Trowa scooted off of the bed and pulled Quatre's pants with him.

"Now that we have the proper attire . . ." (5) Trowa purred picking up the bottle of honey. He put the bottle between his teeth and crawled onto the end of the bed on his hands and knees.

"Wh-what are you doing Trowa?" Quatre gasped. He stared at Trowa with lust filled eyes.

"You'll see," Trowa said, he gave Quatre a predatory smile. He then began to crawl - no - slink, cat fashion towards the head of the bed, straddling Quatre the whole time. He stopped when he reached Quatre's erection. "Now then, let's have a little fun, shall we?"

"Whatever you say Trowa," Quatre moaned, getting harder from the passion rolling off of Trowa. His `space heart' easily picking up the emotions that came from his Koi.

Trowa straddled Quatre's thighs once more. He sat up and opened the honey bottle with his hands. He poured the honey all over Quatre's upper body; he bent over Quatre to capture his mouth in a kiss once more.

Finally, Trowa broke the kiss with a whimper from Quatre. "Not yet, little one," Trowa murmured gently placing a finger on Quatre's lips.

Trowa then began licking and sucking a trail down Quatre's body, he paused to suckle at each of Quatre's nipples. Quatre gasped and moaned Trowa's name. His back arched off the bed into Trowa at the touch. Trowa rocked his hips causing their erections to rub together which made them both gasp at the delicious friction.

Trowa continued his slow, sensuous, tour of Quatre's body after he had regained his breath. Quatre gasped as Trowa stuck his tongue into Quatre's bellybutton after the honey he had poured there earlier. He flicked his tongue around inside of Quatre's bellybutton.

Trowa left Quatre's bellybutton to travel lower. He sat up and grabbed the bottle again and poured the cool substance over Quatre's throbbing erection. Quatre gasped, hips bucking and back arching off of the bed. Trowa smiled at the reaction, he then scooted down on the bed until he was poised right over Quatre's pulsing erection.

Trowa licked his lips and leaned down. He began to slowly lick the honey off of the length of Quatre. Quatre gasped and writhed under Trowa's administrations. Finally; after several minutes of torture, Trowa took pity on Quatre. He took the head of Quatre's erection and sucked hard. Quatre made a strangled noise.

"Oh . . . Trowa!" Quatre screamed. He tangled his fingers into Trowa's hair to hold him where he was. "Please Trowa," he begged, "more!"

Trowa grinned around Quatre's erect member. He dropped his head down taking Quatre down to the hilt. Quatre moaned loudly, he unconsciously thrust into Trowa's mouth. Trowa pulled back up and off of Quatre. "How's that?"

"More please," Quatre whimpered.

"But how am I doing?" Trowa insisted.

"Wonderful," Quatre sighed running his fingers gently through Trowa's hair. "Koi, you're wonderful. Please, take me now."

"Okay," Trowa murmured. He pulled out a tube of lubricant. He scooted up on the bed, he lubed up three of his fingers. Quatre spread his legs for Trowa.

Trowa gently began to stretch Quatre who lay moaning and writhing beneath him. Trowa's brow furrowed, "Are you alright?" He pulled his fingers out. Quatre whimpered at the removal. "Quatre?"

"Oh," Quatre moaned again, he wrapped his strong legs around Trowa's waist effectively trapping him.

"Quatre," Trowa said, voice commanding, "You have to answer me! Are. You. Okay?" Quatre pulled Trowa down with his legs. "No! Quatre you're scaring me." That seemed to snap Quatre back into reality, his legs relaxed around Trowa's waist.

"Trowa? Love, what's wrong?" Quatre asked, eyes wide and dilated with lust. He looked at Trowa, concern clearly evident.

"I-I thought I might have lost you there. You wouldn't really respond to anything I said," Trowa said a bit sheepishly, he sat straddling Quatre's thighs. Quatre sighted sadly looking up at Trowa.

"Trowa," Quatre sighted and sat up on his elbows to look Trowa in the eye. He was flushed with passion, but his breathing was calm and even. "Trowa, love, you know me. I swear, I'd tell you if something was wrong." Quatre smiled at Trowa who smiled back at him warmly. "Get up lazy, we might as well wash this honey off of us."

Trowa grudgingly climbed off of Quatre and padded off to the bathroom to get a couple of towels out for them. Quatre smiled as he thought of the first time they had made love. He heard the sound of water running, after a moment Trowa's voice floated out to him.

"Come on Quatre! Shower's ready!" Trowa called poking his head around the corner.

"I'm coming," Quatre said standing. He walked over to Trowa and kissed him, he wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck.

Trowa moaned into the kiss. Quatre held onto Trowa's neck tightly, he wrapped his legs around Trowa's waist. Trowa nearly stumbled as he adjusted to the unexpected weight, but once he had adjusted he had no problem holding up both of them.

"Trowa?" Quatre asked breaking the kiss.

"Yes Koi?" Trowa replied nuzzling Quatre's neck.

"We're not going to get clean without getting into the shower," Quatre replied with a giggle.

"You're so right," Trowa smiled and carried Quatre into the shower. Trowa closed the curtain and felt Quatre let go of him with one hand to grab hold of something behind his head.

"Close your eyes love," Quatre said popping the top on the shampoo, he then poured a liberal amount onto Trowa's head. "Hold me tight," Quatre said quietly.

"Don't worry," Trowa said holding Quatre tighter. "I won't drop you."

"Good," Quatre said with an evil grin. He let go of Trowa with both of his hands. He allowed Trowa to readjust to his new position before he started scrubbing Trowa's hair. Trowa obediently closed his eyes. Quatre's scrubbing shook his little body up and down which rubbed Trowa's erection. Trowa gasped.

"Oh, Quatre," Trowa moaned. He held Quatre close.

"My turn," Quatre said with a wicked grin. Trowa looked at him confused when Quatre raised himself up in Trowa's arms. He gasped when Quatre impaled himself on Trowa's erection. "Well?" Quatre demanded.

"What?" Trowa moaned quietly, confused.

"Well, I can't do this all by myself," Quatre replied coyly. Trowa smiled knowingly and began moving in and out of Quatre. Both moaned as their pleasure built. Trowa silently thanked the fact the safe house had a huge water heater.

"Oh . . . Trowa!" Quatre screamed in ecstasy as he came. His body clamped around Trowa.

"Oh Gods! Oh Quatre!" Trowa screamed as he came a few seconds after Quatre. Trowa carefully pulled out of his lover and carefully settled the two of them to the floor of the tub. The two of them just lay in the hot spray and cuddled as the water washed away the evidence of their lovemaking.

The water remained blessedly hot. Finally they stirred and Quatre shut off the shower. "Let's go to bed now love," Quatre said smiling. Trowa nodded and allowed Quatre to climbed off him. They dried quickly and went back into their room. Quatre put his arms up waiting for Trowa to pick him up. Trowa laughed and picked his Koi up and carried him like a child. Quatre giggled in happiness.

"How's that?" Trowa asked smiling.

"Oh," Quatre replied with a coy smile. "I really enjoyed that . . . but I want you," he punctuated the last comment with a poke of one slender finger on Trowa's chest.

"Again?" Trowa asked incredulously. Still surprised by his lover's stamina.

"Yes Koi," Quatre replied as Trowa laid him on the bed. Quatre pulled Trowa down into a heated kiss, he heard Trowa moan into his mouth. Trowa broke away for a moment. Quatre smiled again.

"Quatre," Trowa moaned as Quatre's hand moved down to Trowa's sac and massaged him gently making Trowa hard once more.

"Quatre," Trowa tried again, his voice a husky whisper. Quatre's talented mouth trailed kissed, nibbles, and licks all over his lover.

"What's the matter?" Quatre asked taking a break for a moment. He trailed lazy lines along Trowa's chest.

"Quatre," Trowa panted. "I'm too tired to do much of anything. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Quatre grinned. "I was planning to do all the work this time around." He smiled coyly. He picked up the tube of lubricant. "I'll take care of everything."

Trowa stared at him for a moment. He suddenly began laughing.

"What's so funny?" Quatre asked.

"You," Trowa chuckled. At his lover's quizzical look he elaborated. "Well think about it. I'm just a nameless mercenary who some how ended up with one of the wealthiest men in the universe as my lover. To most you seem like an innocent little angel. You're really a Sensitive, rich, nymphomaniac." He laughed some more.

"Is that what you really think?" Quatre asked.

"Yes," Trowa replied honestly. "Not to mention that I love you."

"I supposed that I should live up to my reputation," Quatre giggled. He lubricated himself, he then stretched Trowa who still lay on his back. "Are you ready?"

"Take me," Trowa begged the smaller boy. "Quatre, take me!" Quatre giggled and teased Trowa's entrance again. Trowa writhed and whimpered.

Quatre smiled and took pity on his lover. He gently slipped inside of Trowa who moaned in relief.

"Thank you Koi," Trowa whispered pulling Quatre back into another kiss while his body adjusted to the intrusion.

"Are you okay my Love?" Quatre asked smiling down at Trowa.

"Oh yes my Koi," Trowa said huskily. "Go ahead, I won't break."

"If you say so," Quatre said. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in again. They both gasped at the sensation. Trowa wrapped his long legs around Quatre's waist. They moved together in their rising passion.

Quatre's eyes glazed over as he was overwhelmed by the double sensation. His `space heart' allowed him to feel Trowa's rising pleasure as well as his own.

"Oh Gods, yes! Oh . . . QUATRE!" Trowa screamed as he came, releasing over him and his lover.

"Trowa!" Quatre moaned. "By Allah! TROWA!!" Quatre screamed as Trowa's body clamped down around him, pushing him over the edge.

"Are you all right my little one?" Trowa asked lovingly as Quatre collapsed bonelessly against Trowa, he gently ran his hand through his lover's short blonde hair.

"I'm fine," Quatre mumbled into Trowa's chest. He finally managed to muster up enough strength to carefully pull out of Trowa.

Trowa pillowed Quatre on his chest. They slept like that all night. The next morning Quatre woke up bright and early to shower with Trowa. The couple then wandered down stairs. Quatre began making breakfast; he knew it was the best way to wake the others up.

Trowa gave a little smile as he watched his lover's lithe form move about the kitchen.

"Good morning Wufei," Quatre greeted warmly as the Chinese pilot entered the kitchen.

"Morning Winner, Barton," Wufei nodded to each of them. "Sleep well?" he asked a knowing smile. The pair looked at him surprised.

"Yes, we did actually did sleep quite well," Trowa said finally eyeing Wufei cautiously.

"Over all the screaming last night?" Wufei asked incredulously. "I left the house."

"Where'd you go?" Quatre asked.

"Well, let's just say that I didn't get a whole lot of sleep over at Treize's house," Wufei said mildly embarrassed.

"So that's were you went," Duo said coming into the room with Heero right behind him.

~TBC~

(1) I think that Trowa would have a very nice laugh and a hard to find ticklish spot. Don't sue me. It's only my opinion.

(2) I also think that Trowa's the kind of guy that would purr when he's in - ahem - the bedroom.

(3) Okay, so I think Trowa's more playful with Quatre when they're alone.

(4) Wow, Quatre's a little sex fiend.

(5) This is just Trowa making fun of Quatre always being the perfect host. You know what I mean.