Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I Got Game! ❯ White Flag ( Chapter 16 )

Alternate Universe, Sci-Fi? Sporty, Some Events Based On Authoress's own experiences....(wee! Basketball!)

Standard Disclaimers Apply: Don't own Gundam Wing, but I own every original character that emerges...Don't own the songs listed with the chapters, either...

Pairings: 4x3/3x4, 1+2, 5xM & various others...

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A/N: Sweet. I'm very glad you liked that chappy, TM! Wa-ha-ha! I have so many evils planned for this story, that it'll take a lot of chapters to get it all out! And, yes, I know I'm a little slow in getting these lemons out, but hey-it's high school. There will always be sex lying around. :chokes: Sex is practically the second main subject one must learn to get ahead in life-well, that's how it was when this old gal was in school...not that I was...participating...er. ::coughs amid cricket noises:: Never mind! Onward ho for more drama!!

Chapter Sixteen~

"White Flag" = Dido

Quatre felt his cheeks continously keeptheir flushed color as he went through his classes Saturday morning, where, in Anatomy, they were learning such things as the muscles in the human body. How appropriate it was to be gazing upon a holographic display of the male body and being unable to concentrate on the entire thing in a clinical matter. Every time he tried to look at it to take notes about the various muscles of the hologram, he found his eyes dropping to the penis, and he'd feel his cheeks heighten with color as memories of last night flooded him. He finally had to pretend busying himself with a bottle of water to wash away his dry mouth and nervous stomach. While he certainly enjoyed last night's...activities...he felt somewhat embarrassed...ashamed...and yet wonderfully excited about it. It was certainly much different than his one time with Jamie. He couldn't even compare it to that one time.

Last night, it was....well, exciting. For one, it was with Trowa, who had a very beautiful, very strong, very-well, virile body. He felt ashamed because the thought of his cock in his hands made Quatre's eyes close and his face flush once more, hand shaking as he brought the bottle of water to his mouth. He could still feel the velvety smoothness in his palm, the heat of the curly pubic hair in his fingers, the feel of his naked body over his... It was a very memorable experience, indeed. He finished off the bottle of water and wished he had another. As he set the empty bottle aside, he began taking notes again, swallowing hard as he kept his eyes averted from the flaccid penis of the hologram.

Which brought him some more trouble, he found, as he began recalling Trowa's nakedness under his hands and his lips. The musky smells, the sweet and yet bitter taste of his cum, the smooth planes and flats of his long, lean-

"Winner?"

"The zygomatic bones are connected to the femur!" he blurted out with panic.

Amid snickers and confused laughter, he realized what he'd said and turned red.

The teacher stared at him, then frowned, gesturing at the hologram. "Does this look like the skeleton, Winner? Have you not been paying attention to what we're studying? That's not until next week," he said with annoyance.

"Sorry. Er...w-what was the q-question again?" Quatre stammered.

While the teacher repeated his earlier question, the blond was very glad that he'd chosen to lay his notebook over his lap, because last night's memories had definitely begun to show.

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Quatre wondered what Trowa was doing as they walked up to the nurses's station within the main school building after school. Trowa hadn't given him a chance to walk to the dormitory to change yet, merely met him outside his last class and told him to follow him. Quatre felt his face heat as he stared at the person he'd just had intimate relations with last night. Trowa showed him no similar feelings as he continued to address Quatre in the same way as he had before. Quatre knew he was having some trouble showing his face to the goth, and knew it in the way that he could barely look at the other straight in the face or even talk without blushing.

He knew such things were expected, though-it wasn't as if he felt any more confident about their relationship, or anything. Rather, he felt more timid. Simply because he was starting to relax more about his sexuality and with the fact that things were definitely much different than they were before.

As they walked, quietly, he noticed, he saw that they were being followed to the nurses' station. A straight couple was following their example by making their way to the quiet wing of the building. Quatre and the girl exchanged nervous smiles as their boyfriends walked ahead of them, greeting each other cheerfully.

The nurses' station consisted of one large, main office, followed by a couple of open hallways that led into various areas and rooms for medicinal use. The cheerful secretary behind the main desk looked up from her work and smiled cheekily as she watched the two couples approach her.

"What can I get you gentlemen today?" she asked, smiling.

"Sign-up sheet for sex education," the other boy said while Quatre froze in mid-step, eyes widening with both stunned shock and embarrassment when he realized what had been said. The girl looked at him, giggled nervously, then clutched her boyfriend's hand as the nurse agreed and passed over a holographic notepad. Quatre shifted his look up to Trowa, his hand clenching around the handle of his backpack. The goth looked down at him with a broad smile, and despite his shock over what was happening, Quatre saw the faint outline of braces, of which he didn't even notice while his own tongue was in that mouth the night before. Come to think of it, he was so caught up in the moment, he didn't even try to search them out. He didn't even think he even felt them.

"Sign here, and here, and put your room numbers here," she instructed as Trowa looked back at the nurse. "How long have you been together?"

"Eight months," the other boy answered happily, looking at his girlfriend as he signed both their names on the notepad.

"Three," Trowa answered.

"So quickly! Well, I'm happy that you've chosen this route rather than go about it the other way," she replied, shooting Quatre a cheery grin. Quatre was frozen in place, unable to do anything but blink. "All of you should be proud that you're going about it the responsible way...rather than risk your health and humility. Oh, you too, hon. Sign right here..."

"Er," Quatre muttered, feeling his face heat with shame as he realized that he and Trowa were signing up for sex.

Trowa grinned at him, passing the notepad over. His hand shook as he filled out the information.

When he passed it back, the nurse had already looked over her appointment book and was jotting some things down. "Well, we can book the lot of you in with the Wednesday afternoon class. It's generally two hours long, and the instructor is very nice. He'll be coaching both gay and straight couples. Now, I'm going to instruct that the four of you wait until after you've received the results of your testing. Testing can be performed here upon appointment. Let me just make those...boys, the doctor's in Monday morning, from eight a.m. until eleven-thirty. Shall I sign you up now, or...?"

Trowa answered for Quatre, once he realized that the blond had lost his voice. As appointments were made, the girl looked at Quatre, giggling once more. As the nurse jotted down the information, she began prodding the girl for her appointment as well, Trowa looking back at Quatre and finding the blond entirely paralyzed. He reached out with a comforting hand, patting Quatre's shoulder as the blond blinked fuzzily.

"Okay, here you guys go," the nurse said, handing out small slips of paper. "Until then, have fun and be safe! Wednesday at five thirty! Plan to be there!"

As the four walked off, Quatre socked Trowa in the shoulder in humiliation.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Trowa exclaimed, rubbing his arm and wondering if he should turn around and beg for a cool He-Man band-aid.

"You didn't tell me we were signing up for this!" Quatre hissed. "How humiliating! We have to go through a class to have sex?"

"Why? You want it sooner?"

"NO!! I just-! I-! It's-! You suck, Trowa!!"

"And you found out how well I can, didn't you?"

Trowa smirked with pleasure as Quatre's face turned extremely red, and the blond was once again at a loss of words. As they entered the cold air of the outside, he reached over and found Quatre's hand, squeezing briefly. Mortified of that small display of affection, Quatre tore his hand away and glanced from side to side to see if anyone had seen. Upon realizing that he was going to take a class with the goth to HAVE SEX, he turned extremely bright red and hid his face behind his hands.

Trowa, seeing his trouble, wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders, pressing a kiss against his hair. "Don't even worry about it!" he murmured against a heated ear. "It doesn't mean that we're going to rush right into it, Quatre. It's just a precaution. Like putting on a condom. Everyone who has sex here goes through the same thing every time! Everyone's been there! Gay, straight, whatever! It doesn't mean we're going to go and screw right as soon as we get in our rooms..."

"It's just-! Embarrassing!" Quatre said from behind his hands. He was so caught up in his mortification, he didn't even register that Trowa was hugging him from behind. "This is just so..I don't know."

"It's not done at your school, either, huh? Sophia Darken went through some controversial shit to get this far with its students. I mean, kids are going to have sex no matter what's being told to them," Trowa said, pulling away once they reached a populated area and keeping a respectable space between them. "And this being a residential school...well, they figured they might as well as keep the kids educated about sex and have them at least practice safe sex! Most of the time, to be truthful, Quat, they go about it so that some are actually discouraged from having sex. Straight and gay couples are given this really extensive course about the entire procedure, the diseases, the after-effects...with the gay couples, I hear that they get pretty pornographic and yet, most are discouraged upon following through with it afterward. With the straight couples, they actually go through an extensive pregnancy class that includes videos of the actual birthing process and then on...it's really quite neat."

Quatre looked up at Trowa, then shook his head, unable to find words to explain what he was currently feeling. He hoped that his face wasn't as noticeable and comparable to a tomato as they entered the dormitory.

"Really, Quat, it's all right. Really. Wait, we have to go over here, too," Trowa said, gesturing at the security desk. He paled.

"They have to know, too?!" he gasped in mortification, eyes nearly rolling at the process a couple had to go through just to have bodily relations to each other. It felt that the entire world was going to have to know what they were doing before they did it. All the attention and sudden attitude toward the act was having a somewhat cold wash on him-even if he were thinking about it earlier, he certainly wasn't going to be thinking about it later.

"Yes. But it's not like the sex ed classes," Trowa said, lowering his voice as they approached the security desk. The guard on duty, a friendly woman named Lindy, looked up from her screens and complied when Trowa asked to be on the list of students that were having relations with others. Quatre was mortified when he watched as Lindy smiled, asked if he were registered with the nurse's for the sex education class, and it seemed that the pair were speaking so loudly about it that everyone within hearing range could hear what was going on. Glancing about, Quatre saw that no one was even paying attention to them, but still...

"And your partner?" Lindy asked, and Quatre turned a fiery shade of red upon Trowa gesturing at him. "Come over here, sweetie, and sign this. The both of you need to be registered with the sex education class before you can register here. Sign here, your room number, and the expected date of your consummation."

If he could, he really would have melted into the floor by now. Hand shaking, Quatre signed the appropriate information, but hesitated on the date of the actual 'consummation'. It sounded like they were getting married. He looked at Trowa for help, hiding his mouth behind a hand, feeling ready to bolt out of here within a second's notice. Trowa shrugged and off-handedly picked a date a month from now. Lindy smiled, said a few things that went straight through one ear and out another, and congratulated them on being a healthy, respectful couple that respected each other enough to go through this process.

After that was finished, Trowa had to lead Quatre away from the desk and up the stairway.

"Don't even stress about it, Quat," he said as he tried hard not to laugh at Quatre's red face. "It's nothing, really."

"Did you ever go through with this, before?" Quatre asked.

"No. But I know it enough to know what I have to do. This could be really embarrassing and we could have gone about it the wrong way and get into tons of trouble." Trowa shrugged. "But this way's easier..."

"Er...Fuck, this is embarrassing! Er, Trowa, one question-because we have to, um, register here and everything, er, are parents notified?"

"Well, yes."

Quatre paused in place, all color draining from him. Trowa saw this, and panicked, moving back down the stairs to hold him steady. He'd never seen a person faint before, but that awful, gray complexion shouldn't be too good on an otherwise very healthy person. "Quatre! Are you all right? Quatre!"

Hearing a very loud buzzing between his ears, and the fact that he was seeing spots, Quatre felt his knees wobble and Trowa was holding him up all of a sudden, a dead weight in his arms.

Consciously, he heard Trowa repeating his name over and over again, and while he was conscious enough to know that he hadn't yet fainted, he knew that he wasn't that responsive to even command himself to stop acting like a pussy and straighten up.

Suddenly Trowa's arms were gone and he was looking at the floor, all the blood rushing to his head. And everything was clear again as he took deep breaths and realized that he was all right.

He was forcefully straightened, having been pushed into a position that had him resting his hands on his knees, shaking knees bent. Trowa was still staring at him with a mixture of concern and somewhat fear, and the person that had helped him was bent low to stare eye level with him.

"You okay, Quatre?" Castok asked, his gigantic frame filling up his sight. "You were about to faint, there. You all right? Do you need to see the nurse?"

Quatre shook his head, taking another deep breath. "No, no, I'm fine."

"You're not overworking yourself, are you?" Castok asked, straightening to his regular size and towering over the both of them. "You look like you lost weight. Maybe you need more greens in your diet. You could be low on iron."

"I'm fine, fine," Quatre muttered, hands on his face as he realized just what a wimp he was acting like. "I just...I'm fine."

"Well, okay, but...really, maybe you should see the nurse and have her check your iron. Okay? I'll see you guys later," Castok said, waving at them and continuing his way up the stairs, long blond ponytail flicking from side to side as he walked.

Trowa moved over to Quatre once more, pressing his hand to his forehead. Quatre pushed him away rather roughly with an annoyed, "Don't." Smiling, Trowa lowered his hand to his side and put them into his pockets, his need to constantly check on the blond making him vibrate in place. He had nearly ten shades of his life shaved off when Quatre nearly fainted, almost resuming that deathly relaxed expression Trowa remembered from that horrible night last weekend.

Then he frowned, remembering what was being said before Quatre's near faint. "Why---? Oh..." he breathed, blinking upon realizing why Quatre would panic. He suddenly felt immensely guilty that he'd pressed his blond for this. He reached out to apologize, but Quatre pushed past him and hurried up the stairway toward his room. Unable to move, Trowa stared after him, feeling so intensely guilty about the entire thing. He sighed heavily, wondering how he was going to fix things this time.

"I fucked up...."

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Felicia immediately sensed the mood upon entering the goth's room later that night, holding a Macy's bag within one hand and another holding tightly onto a bag clearly marked, "Jimboy's". Handing the Macy's bag over, she frowned down at the goth, who looked simply tense as he took it.

"What's with you?" she asked, shifting to sit down on Duo's bed and munch on the fries that she had also bought.

"Nothing." Trowa looked into the Macy's bag, and found a very elaborately wrapped present and a unwrapped box within. He took out the unwrapped box and opened it, finding a fake ID with his picture and fake information on it. The other documents proved to be plane tickets, travel papers, passport and a gift certificate to NikeTown. He pulled it out, frowning in Felicia's direction. "What's this?"

"Dude, have you been to Wyoming this time of year?"

"I haven't even heard of it until Quatre came to school here..."

"Wyoming's like, so cold. Ya'll are gonna need hella jackets and shit like that just to survive. I'm sure they have primitive means of survival, I mean, this is modernized civilization and all...anyway, I figured I give ya guys that to stock up on shit. You being all clueless an' all," she answered, offering her fries in his direction. He shook his head, then set that certificate aside and looked through the other documents.

"My name's Corey Lavigne?"

"Groovin', huh? His is Justin Nelly. I so clever!" she giggled. "Anyway, use those to get around. I've given thought to other things, so...it's all there, anyway. His last game's on the eighteenth, and his first game of the year's on, fuckin', the eighth. Ya'll's flight leaves on the twentieth, and you'll be there until the second. That okay? Anyway, here's your change..."

"I gave that to you for this job."

"I'm overpaid. Anyway," she said, rising and handing him a roll full of cash. "You'll do the rest?"

"Yes."

"Groovin'. Well, have fun, you lovebirds! Suck dick with me in mind!" she said cheerily, waving as she left the room.

Trowa snorted at that last comment, and shuffled through the information he had in one hand. There was a direct flight that left New Park to Laramie, the red eye. It would take approximately an hour and twenty minutes to reach there, and from there...he supposed he would allow Quatre to do the rest. As he handled the other information that he'd paid for, he wondered how the blond was doing. He truly felt bad about the entire sex thing-he'd surely jumped the gun. He hadn't at all given any thought to what Quatre's father was going to do about the notification of his son's intentions with another boy. The parents were regularly notified of their children's 'progress' through periodic updates sent personally to each parent. Therefore, every kid had no chance to go back on their words on how their grades were, which classes they were having trouble in, etcetera, etcetera. He doubt that Cathy, who was his legal guardian until he turned twenty-one, would even care. She would be surprised that he was with a boy, because she was so sure that the experience with Ralph would have sent Trowa to girls. But she wouldn't entirely care...not like Quatre's father.

Trowa shuddered to think of what his father would think of his son now. After shipping him hundreds of miles away just to escape one small thing in a small town...

Trowa sighed. Well, really, what was done was done. He was sure he could have Felicia figure out a way to intercept the notification, but then...what the hell. While he felt bad about the entire thing, he really did want to be prepared just in case something did happen...he sighed again and rolled his eyes ceiling wise, hoping that Quatre would forgive him just this once over his own selfishness.

Or, was it the third time? Tenth? Shit. Trowa lost count on how many times he hoped Quatre would forgive him over something like this.

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Locked in a tight lip lock, the pair wrestled for dominance within Quatre's room, each of them trying to put the other on his back. Trowa, having the longer legs, managed to trip Quatre onto the bed, where he pinned the smaller boy until he found leverage to keep his body over the other's. Still sucking face eagerly, the pair ground against each other, frantic in newly discovered needs to be satisfied by the other. Trowa removed his mouth from the other's, latching onto the soft throat, careful not to give too much pressure. After that last incident, Ramos had scolded Quatre for having hickies, of which were embarrassingly apparent in his practice clothing. If he were to show up once more on the court with those telltale marks of passion, he would be benched. Quatre had let Trowa know very well of what would happen if any visible hickies prevented him from playing.

Eager because that did not mean he still couldn't give them, Trowa pulled the shirt collar down and applied a telltale mark just within, sure that the jersey would cover it on Friday, during his away game at Ferndale. Quatre's hands were in his hair, his knees pressing against Trowa's hips with urgency. Trowa could feel the obvious erection pressing against his stomach, so he moved from his chest to mouth the arousal over the slick basketball shorts. Quatre moaned then, holding his head there, pressing upward into his mouth, so Trowa reached up to pull away both shorts and underwear, exposing Quatre's erection to him. He lowered his mouth onto it with a low hum, enveloping the hot length within as the blond stiffened completely, uttering a low cry. Reaching up to cradle his hips, Trowa held on as he bobbed his head, sucking and alternating with licking and very light nibbling. After a few minutes, he was tasting Quatre's cum, and he swallowed quickly, eager to note that he did it better this time than he had last time. Experimentally, he sucked until he was sure there wasn't any more leaking out from the small slit and the member had gone soft. Pressing kisses on the exposed hip bones and toned stomach, he made his way back up to Quatre's mouth and kissed him gently, noting the laxness of his love as the blond lazily kissed him back, satisfied.

Trowa smiled against the curved lips, breathing in the familiar scent of his boyfriend and the newly familiar scent of his privates that still lingered on his lips. "Happy, now?" he whispered, pressing kisses along the smooth jaw line, up to small nubs that were Quatre's ear lobes.

"Very...thank you."

"No problem...I'll do it whenever you're mad at me..."

"Well, if that's the case, then you'd better get on your knees again.."

"Whatever, you insatiable little-!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow, ow, ow..."

"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" Trowa gasped, rising from his love's body, automatically searching out what had gone wrong. Quatre was holding his thigh with a grimace, pushing Trowa away from him with his other foot.

"Oh, God, a cramp! Ow! Ow...ow...OW!"

"Did I do that?!"

"No! No, no, no, no, no! Where's my-! Ouch! Ooh, ow, ow," Quatre moaned, trying to rub out the cramping muscle with both hands, kicking his leg about. Trowa relaxed upon seeing that he hadn't caused the pain, and he shifted from the bed, picking up Quatre's shorts and underwear, separating them to toss them next to the blond. Though his own pleasure hadn't been satisfied, he was fine with it. Even though his body was screaming bloody murder to be reciprocated in the same way he'd satisfied his blond basketball fanatic, he figured he was cool with how things were progressing. There would always be a chance for him later, anyway.

"I have some Icy Cold," Trowa said as Quatre finished rubbing at his leg, sitting up and modestly covering himself with his practice shirt.

"Really? That's the one thing I forgot to pack when I came here," Quatre said, pulling on his shorts. Trowa noticed that underwear wasn't bothered with and found his eyes were captured on the free swinging motions of Quatre's privates. His own groin seemed to twitch in hungered remembrance of what it was denied.

"Um...you're forgetting something..." he said lamely.

"Never mind that. It's almost time for bed. I need a shower..."

"Wait." Trowa held onto him, looking up into the face that looked down at him. Trowa rose to stand over him, smoothing the hair that was steadily growing back into its familiar style, the bangs hanging over his forehead. Then he grew distracted by the sight of the small white head pimple that was just barely visible within the hairline. With a determined expression, he reached up and squeezed that sucker, making Quatre yelp and shove him away. "Wait! That's wasn't-! That wasn't what I was going to do," Trowa said, capturing him. "I just want to know if things are okay with you."

"Um...yeah? I mean, with what?" Quatre asked, looking up at Trowa with a slight frown.

"You know...with...with the class, and your dad."

"Yeah. I kinda figured that he may as well as get used to it," Quatre said on a sigh, looking down. Trowa captured his face within his hands and forced him to look up.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Trowa said quietly, pressing his forehead against the other's. "You don't have to go along...if you're really uncomfortable-"

"I'm not, Trowa," Quatre muttered, pulling away from him and moving to walk away, but Trowa grabbed him and pulled him back into his embrace. Quatre squirmed half-heartedly, but looked up when Trowa lifted his chin to administer a small kiss against his lips.

"Are you telling me the truth?" Trowa asked before pressing another kiss on the other boy's lips.

"Yes."

"You're okay with everything?"

"Yes, Trowa-!"

"You're not lying just to make me feel better?"

"No!" Quatre started to pull away, but Trowa kept him firmly within his arms, so Quatre gave up the fight and kissed him back. Wrapping his arms around Trowa's neck, he pressed himself against the other boy's body, recognizing his own bodily desire to be close to him once more. Everything just felt so good, so right that he didn't want to stop. It was the same as it was the other night, when everything just naturally led right down to the fellatio. He certainly found himself looking forward to pleasuring Trowa the same way, and dropped an arm to lightly cup the other's privates, finding his dick and fondling it. Trowa groaned into his mouth, pausing in exploring Quatre's teeth, and pressed his hips forward, into the hand that was touching him. Quatre lowered his head, awkwardly pressing kisses on Trowa's throat and trying to keep himself close by holding onto Trowa with one arm. He could feel the curved member respond to his touching, growing thick and rising into his palm. Stroking it through the material of Trowa's pants, he shifted away to fumble with the button and zipper with his other hand. Trowa assisted him, and Quatre shyly pulled the material down, maneuvering carefully over the goth's arousal. He could feel his face burn with the sudden moment of seeing Trowa's dick for the first time, and he reveled in the obvious differences that were apparent from his own.

Carefully, he set his fingers around it, judging the thickness, curiously stroking the velvety heat as he observed the darkness of it, the curving length so much different than his. The light of the room illuminated the dark auburn curls of his pubic hair, and illuminated the pale skin around it. He moved to his knees as he kept staring at it, inhaling the scent of the other's musky smell. Touching his lips to it tentatively, he held tightly onto the curved length and pulled himself closer to pull the goth's dick into his mouth. It was so hot and musky, the tip rubbing against the roof of his mouth, and he heard his partner's soft moan as he began moving, pulling it out and sucking it back in. He touched the goth's hips, of which were bony and jutting against his palm as he steadied them, keeping them from pressing further into his mouth.

He began to suck, his saliva lubricating it, coating his own chin. The taste of Trowa's pre-cum made him wince a little, but he lapped that up, tonguing the small slit, then enveloped the entire thing into his mouth, forcing himself not to gag as it touched the back of his throat. He heard Trowa's soft moans, and began to bob his head, sucking hard, finding that the action made his lips sore with the constant movement. His teeth scraped against it, making Trowa suck his breath in hard, so he apologized around the curved length in his mouth and moved a little slower.

He lowered his hand from the hard dick to cup the balls, fingering the rigid curves and finding that smooth spot that separated anus from balls. Curious about that, he continued to suck, shifting so that he was sucking only on the flared head, and steadied himself against Trowa's spread legs, reaching up to rub the top part of his index finger against that smooth spot. He heard Trowa's soft moans turn a little louder, felt the dick twitch in his mouth, and he rubbed again. Even as his face burned at the utterly private area, he slowly moved his fingers back further, touching the puckered exit of Trowa's lower body. It was so exciting and yet utterly nasty at the same time, but he couldn't stop himself from doing so. He felt his cheeks burn as he explored that area with his finger, feeling conflicting emotions warring within him, making his hand shake. As he drew the pad of his finger over the pucker, he had the sudden inclination to push upward, so he did, finding the ring of muscle hard to penetrate, and yet easy to bypass as he found his finger clenched tightly just upon entrance. The movement of his finger, the alternating movements of his mouth on his dick made the goth gasp suddenly, and Quatre quickly pulled his mouth from the curved length, shifting his hands so that he pulled his cock downwards, white cum spraying over his shirt and body.

"Oops," he muttered, trying not to react negatively to the accident, covering Trowa's dick with one hand and trying to prevent being sprayed.

Trowa caught his breath, bending slightly at the waist, feeling his knees wobble. Quatre looked around his room for something to use to clean up with, and grabbed one of his shirts that laid nearby. He cleaned himself off, then carefully, gently, cleaned Trowa as well. Upon finishing that, he rose to his feet, noting Trowa's own expression of satisfaction, the blush of contentment on his partner's face.

Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, and kissed his chin, unsure of how the other felt if he pressed his lips on him after sucking his dick. Trowa didn't find it at all offensive, because the goth then shifted his face so that they were kissing once more, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Trowa really wanted to say it-he really wanted to let the other know just how much he cared for him. But even as his emotions screamed at him to do so, he couldn't. It was too soon, it was too quick, it was too out of ordinary. The expression of his words would most likely frighten Quatre off. Everyone knew that if someone uttered those words to another so quickly, and at such a young age, it would just be... scary. It would be like proclaiming one had the clap. Trowa didn't want to lose Quatre again. Not when they had come so far...!

He could taste himself on the other's mouth, and found that incredibly arousing. Unfortunately, it would be awhile before he could express it bodily. He licked at Quatre's mouth, and reached down to cup his buttocks, shifting him against his hips. Upon a silent cue, did they pull away, staring at each other.

Trowa found himself at a loss for words as he watched emotions pass through the blue/green eyes, and he found himself opening his mouth to utter the dreaded words, pressing his forehead down on the other's. Just as he opened his mouth to form the word "I', there came a dreaded banging on the door.

Pulling away from each other as if they were shot, Trowa quickly pulled up his pants and shifted everything back into place, while Quatre scurried around to pick up various items from the floor, throwing the dirtied shirts into the hamper and sitting on his bed, pillow over his lap. Trowa glanced at him, looking for a cue on whether or not he should answer the door.

Quatre shrugged, and Trowa answered it, frowning and yet happy for the distraction.

Triton stood there, looking rather annoyed that Trowa had answered the door. And, as if sensing what had been going on inside, he scowled, turned, and walked off. Quatre blinked, wondering what that was all about. Trowa, meanwhile, frowned at the leaving junior and shut the door, looking at Quatre.

"What was that about?" he wondered aloud, turning to face his boyfriend.

"I don't know." Quatre shrugged, reaching up to wipe his mouth and chin, wondering if Triton knew what was going on. He felt his face flush at that.

Trowa frowned, feeling a little insecure by the junior's sudden presence. It wasn't that he was personally scared of Triton-he just felt scared because he had been burned before. It was harder trying to forget that when one was trying to move on. Sighing, he uncrossed his arms, and crossed the room to Quatre. He kissed the blond's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow, all right?" he said.

"All right. Good night, Trowa."

"'Night."

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Quatre stared at the various couples that were seated in the desks (which resembled normal desks and not sets with built-in computers) within the room. Trowa sat at his side, yawning as he tapped his sketchbook with a charcoal pencil. There were at least four straight couples and three gay couples-him and Trowa, a couple of boys he recognized from the senior class and a pair of girls that he knew were freshmen. The couples were separated in pairs throughout the room, the straight ones up front.

Quatre was nervous as to what was to become of this class, unsure of what to expect. When he'd told Felicia where he and Trowa were going that afternoon, she'd erupted into hysterical laughter, which earned her a very painful noogie. Quatre felt comfortable enough to address, act and behave toward the girl as he would with a boy, and found no trouble at all with wrestling her into submission. Which made the entire thing so much fun because she was so like a male that he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Such boundaries gone, he also became victim to her mean dead-legs and purple-nurples. Of which, of course, he couldn't bring himself to reciprocate for obvious reasons.

A man strode into the classroom then, smiling broadly. He was dressed in a tan blazer and plain brown trousers, his auburn hair combed back, a few strands hanging rather boyishly forward. Quatre frowned at the forked eyebrows and the aristocratic expression of the man, who waved at them cheerfully.

"Good afternoon, children!" he exclaimed, making Quatre snort, choke back laughter, and earn a glare from Trowa. "And how are you all today?"

Amid mutters throughout the room, Quatre clapped his hands over his mouth and tucked away this interesting character among the many in his impersonation files. Trowa sunk low in his seat, sure he was going to see this guy pretty soon after class.

"Today, we are here to be educated on sexual education!" the man continued in his cheerful, stereotype lisp. "And how do we feel about that?"

Quatre was sure he was going to die-it was bad enough Gabriel had spoken that way, he now had to endure a sex ed class with a man that spoke that same way.

"Good, good! Today, children, we're going to go through a two hour course on expressing our affections through our bodies with each other. And to do it safely...by the way, my name is Treize Kushranada! You may all call me by either 'Treize', or Mr. K. Super! Let's get on with the course...."

He began setting things out to help him with the lecture, including some holographic projectors. While he set up, he continued speaking. "This class is a sexual education class, designed to inform the willing virgin or new-again partner, of both consequences and benefits of sex. Since it has been proven that many kids will learn this all on their own and contribute many woeful diseases and shameful experiences among their peers, Sophia Darken Academy is proud to introduce this course to educate you about-disease. Feelings. Love. Bodily affections. And, how to go about it. This is in no way some perverted course designed to get me off-I have a boyfriend, thank you very much, but it's too aid the lot of you in physical expression. Well! Let's start things off by going through basic human anatomy to get the flow of things..."

Quatre calmed down enough to register what was being said. He wasn't sure if he were to take notes on this particular course, so he gestured at Trowa to give him a piece of paper. When Trowa refused, Quatre frowned and insisted while Treize began to lecture on the general anatomy of both genders. Trowa continued to refuse, simply because he knew Quatre was going to bother him with this guy later on, so in response, Quatre gave him a dead leg. While Trowa bit in a groan and tried not to draw in too much attention to himself, Treize noticed their behavior and stopped lecturing.

"Boys? Can I have the pair of you stand up and introduce yourselves?" he asked, waving at them as everyone turned their attention on them.

Quatre snickered, rose from his chair and introduced himself. He tried not to pay too much attention when the gay couple nearby whispered excitedly to each other upon hearing his name. Trowa rose with a wince, introduced himself, then flushed at the attention he was receiving.

"Aren't you an unusual couple?" Trieze asked, lifting one forked eyebrow. He looked from the obvious athlete in his Spurs jersey, baggy jeans and basketball shoes to the goth in his black Dickies, black Die Whitey t-shirt and eyeliner. He took in the shaggy white-blond hair of the one on his left and the auburn banged one on his right. They were as different as night and day, yet the body language, the slouching shoulders and the way the goth kept glaring at the snickering athlete was a dead giveaway to how close the two were, despite their obvious differences.

"From two entirely separate cliques...isn't that just lovely? Isn't it? Yes, it is...everyone, let me hear your applause for two entirely beautiful boys that look beyond their obvious stereotypes to engage with each other in the language of love. Come on! Yes, yes, that's right..."

Quatre burst out laughing hysterically while Trowa just wanted to die.

After they sat down, Trowa fiercely ripped a piece of paper from his sketchbook and passed it to Quatre, who was still snickering. "This should be easy," Quatre muttered, digging out a pen from his bag and marking down some notes.

Trowa glanced at him with a wary eye, then faced forward, crossing his arms over his chest and sinking low in his seat.

Treize, seeing that the class was calmed down enough, gestured with his fine-boned hands as he began his lecture. About an hour into the class, Quatre stared in horror at the holographic imagery that was being displayed in front of all of them, a clinical and rather detailed image of a penis working inside the anus being shown. Trowa looked away from the imagery and sneaked a peek in Quatre's direction, nearly snickering at the horrified expression on the blond's face. With a weak expression in Trowa's direction, the blond subtly reached back to hold his backside as he slid low in his chair. Treize slowly smirked with satisfaction from his position in front of the entire class.

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"Trowa?"

Trowa looked up from his taco salad, wincing at the bland taste of the salsa. "Yes, my little blond beauty?"

"FUCKING STOP CALLING ME-!! Never MIND!" Quatre calmed himself, poking at the rubbery grilled chicken in front of him. "Um...about this sex thing..."

Trowa laughed, drawing attention to himself. When he noticed that people were looking in his direction, he calmed himself and kept his eyes on Quatre, who was frowning at him. "Yes? What about it?"

"Well...er...maybe we should wait."

"I will wait eons for you."

"No, seriously. I mean...I think I just felt my asshole retreat further into my body at the sight of that... that display." Quatre shuddered, recalling the detailed imagery. "I mean, I...I don't want to make you mad, or anything, I just don't think I could...do that. I mean, you know, you or me. I mean...man, it was just...er...wrong."

Trowa smirked in Quatre's direction, poking at his salad. "Quat...I would not be pissed at you. Well, unless I catch you with someone else, or you pull another stupid stunt like you did that other weekend...but I would never be mad at you because of that decision. That's yours to make. I l-like you enough to wait. You know? Nothing you've done so far as scared me off, even though I should have been running in the other direction the moment you decided to give me stitches...but still. Quat. I would not leave you because of that."

"I don't know if that comforts me, or scares me."

"Just know that I would suck out my intestines with a straw for you. This shouldn't be too bad."

"Whatever. Sick freak."