Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I Think I'm Gay ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Warnings: AU, OOC, Yaoi, Lemon, sap

Rating: NC 17

Pairings: 4x3, Relena x Noin

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Summary: Quatre has been dating girls and involved in a steady relationship or two but finds he isn't interested in taking things to the next level with his companions. Thinking he has yet to meet the right person he is persuaded to go out with his friends to a nightclub where the unexpected happens and he meets someone very interesting.

Authors Notes: This is a fic along the lines of my other one "Am I Gay?". A sort of companion piece if you like. This fic explores Quatre and Trowa's get together and first time.

"I Think I'm Gay."

May 2004 ShenLong.

Chapter 3

Quatre shivered despite the heat that was rolling off and through him, pooling in his groin. Trowa's lips descended upon his own once more and he lost himself in the kiss. Tongues met again and danced, entwining and stroking, raising the desire to greater heights. When it broke, Quatre was trembling from the sensation.

Running his fingers gently over Quatre's shirt covered back, Trowa thought about the best way to approach this. Leaning in, he began to feather kisses over Quatre's neck, speaking softly as he did so. "I want you to let me know what feels good, Quatre. If we do anything that you're uncomfortable with I want you to tell me, don't think for one minute that you have to participate in something that you don't like or doesn't feel good, okay?"

"O,… okay," Quatre breathed out shakily. Trowa's kisses were burning a line of fire along his neck.

Trowa continued, with both is kisses and his explorations. "Making love to a woman is different to doing it with a man. You have a choice, Quatre. You can be top or bottom; I can take you or you can take me."

Now that was something Quatre hadn't thought about. "I,… I don't know," he replied honestly. "Which do you prefer?"

"I don't mind. I like it both ways. Sometimes I like to feel myself embedded deep inside in a warm, tight passage and other times I like the feel of a hot hard length inside me." Trowa's words were breathed over the flushed skin of Quatre's neck.

Quatre could only moan and dig his fingers deep into Trowa's shoulders. It all sounded so - erotic.

"It's your choice, Quatre. I can make love to you or you can make love to me." Trowa left the decision in the air, closing his mouth over a sensitive spot on Quatre's neck and sucking lightly.

Through the haze of lust clouding his mind, Quatre thought about Trowa's words. He knew how to make love to a woman and assumed it would be a similar act with a man. As for being made love to... That was something he didn't have any clue about. Maybe if her were to be 'top' as Trowa put it and experience the lovemaking that way first, he would glean some knowledge of what to expect when being bottom; from Trowa's reactions if nothing else. With his mind finally settling on his decision he informed his partner of his choice. "I think I would like to take you, Trowa. To be top as you called it."

Trowa's soft moan echoed his own as they kissed again. When the kiss broke Quatre found himself gazing into deep emerald pools that swirled with lust. "Let's go through to the bedroom, Quatre. It will be more comfortable there."

Nodding in reply as his voice had suddenly left him, Quatre allowed Trowa to coax him to his feet, stumbling a little as Trowa continued to kiss him whilst leading him in the direction of the bedroom. Finally they arrived, having dodged the coffee table, sidestepped the bookcase and narrowly avoided connecting with the stereo system. Feeling the mattress at the back of his knees, Quatre let himself fall back to the beckoning softness, Trowa immediately following him, landing just to the side and then rolling slightly to claim Quatre's mouth again.

The heat of Trowa's body engulfed him just as Trowa's mouth did. Quatre had never felt so alive; every nerve in his body was drawn tight, straining to feel everything this experience promised.

As the kiss deepened so Trowa worked his hand underneath Quatre's shirt, brushing lightly over skin until he found a nipple. He began to play.

"Ahhh..." Quatre moaned, his back arching up.

"Sensitive," chuckled Trowa. "I guess you've never had your nipples played with before?"

Quatre shook his head. "No," he whispered.

"Women somehow don't seem to think that a man's nipples are sensitive and that they could possibly enjoy the stimulation just as much as a woman does," Trowa informed him. "And yet, as you have just felt, the sensations can be very arousing." Trowa returned to his tormenting of Quatre's nipples.

His head rolled from side to side as the new sensations washed over him. Quatre had on many occasions pleasured his female partner's nipples, with both his fingers and his tongue but never once had the touch been reciprocated. Now he was feeling and experiencing first hand just what Trowa meant when he'd said that a man could pleasure another man much better than any woman could. "Ahhh..."

The kisses continued, along with Quatre's rising excitement. His hands grabbed at the comforter, not sure what to do. His fingers flexed, fisted and unfurled, searching for something. Finally he settled on moving one to Trowa's back where he began to rub up and down, pushing the fabric of Trowa's shirt over the smooth skin of his back.

Moaning softly, Trowa left his torment of Quatre's nipples and slipped his hand out from underneath the shirt. A soft whimper came from the creature he'd been teasing. "Hush now," he whispered and once more took those soft, kiss bruised lips with his own, catching any further protests and swallowing them. His fingers moved to the buttons of Quatre's shirt, nimbly persuading each one to slip through its secure hole and reveal the treasure it hid. The soft material parted, drifting lazily aside and unveiling the pale, creamy skin beneath to Trowa's sight and touch. Carefully Trowa traced his fingers over the skin, feeling the texture through sensitive fingertips. The muscles shivered and shifted under his touch and reluctantly he left his abuse of Quatre's lips to kiss down the sweet neck, across the collar bone and along Quatre's sternum. Then he took a little detour, capturing a dusky nipple with his lips and teasing it with his tongue.

Jolts of electricity tore through Quatre's nervous system as sparks flew inside his head. Trowa's mouth upon his nipple felt... perfect. Idly he wondered if a woman felt this sort of pleasurable torture, if it was remotely like what he was feeling then it was no wonder they enjoyed having their breasts fondled. As Trowa's tongue flicked over the hardened nub, Quatre couldn't stop himself from arching into the touch, craving more.

Trowa smiled around his mouthful, the petite blonde was so sensitive, so responsive and it was a joy to gift him with such pleasure. He left the teasing of the nipple and switched to the neglected twin, flicking his tongue across the rapidly hardening nub and causing Quatre's body to squirm beneath him.

As his nipples were laved with attention so Quatre managed to tug Trowa's shirt free from his jeans and slide his hands underneath. He was eager to feel the skin of the other man, to return some of the pleasure he was receiving. Cautiously he began his exploration, running his fingers delicately over the soft skin, delighting in the slightly differing textures. The muscles shifted under his touch and he could feel goose bumps rising on Trowa's skin. Knowing he was the one causing those reactions sent a delicious ache through his chest. Becoming a little bolder, Quatre carefully worked one hand around, over ribs and under Trowa's armpit, brushing lightly through the downy hair before finding Trowa's chest and ultimately, a nipple.

At first it was confusing to his fingers, his mind telling him that this chest was flat and therefore something was wrong, but he shoved that thought away, telling his mind to listen to his heart and hormones for a change. He continued to explore the tiny nub, tweaking, pinching and rolling it between his finger and thumb. He'd like nothing more than to suckle on it, see if he could draw the same moans from Trowa as Trowa was coaxing from him, but that would mean that Trowa would have to stop his ministrations and Quatre wasn't ready for the pleasure to stop just yet.

Trowa's breath hitched a little as Quatre found his nipple and began to experiment. The hesitant touches delighted him, but the warmth that flooded his body came from the knowledge that the blonde wanted to touch and play with his body as much as he wanted to play with Quatre's. He shifted his position slightly so Quatre had easier access to his chest but he could still toy with the sensitive nub in his mouth.

Knowing Quatre was distracted with both the giving and receiving of pleasure, Trowa let his fingers dance lightly over the exposed skin of ribs and stomach, enjoying the feeling of sleek skin and muscle under his fingers. He paid homage to the indents of abs, before sneaking lower to the waistband of Quatre's pants. Idly he followed the line of the fabric from hip bone to hip bone, pausing to brush lightly at the thin line of downy hair that disappeared beneath the cloth. His fingers itched to dive underneath, his eyes longed to feast upon the treasure still hidden and his ass clenched with the anticipation of being fucked.

What he'd told Quatre was true; he enjoyed it both ways. Sometimes he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside a heated, pulsing channel and other times he ached to be filled. Now was one of those times. He could feel the heat building in his groin and he welcomed it. His fingers found the button to Quatre's pants and flipped it open.

Moaning softly, Quatre was lost in sensation, Trowa's tongue and mouth laving his nipples with such devotion causing his blood to burn through his veins. His own fingers mimicked Trowa's actions, hoping he was doing this right. He guessed from the soft grunts that came from Trowa that he must be doing something right. Feeling the gentle caress of fingers along his stomach, he sucked in a sharp breath, the sensation somewhat akin to being tickled - only nicer.

When those same fingers danced around the waist band of his slacks his breathing became ragged pants. He was vaguely aware of Trowa slipping the button to his slacks free and then lowering the zipper, the painful restriction to his nether regions was eased a little as the fabric parted, allowing his arousal to push up against the only remaining barrier. His underwear.

Skillful fingers parted the cloth of the pants but didn't touch what the straining fabric still hid. Instead they played over the delicate skin of lower abdomen, teasing as they threaded through soft, golden hair. Leaving his torment of Quatre's nipples, Trowa began a journey of worship with his lips and tongue. Bathing Quatre's silky skin with soft kisses and small nips, Trowa worked his way slowly southwards.

Quatre continued to moan softly, his hands now relegated to grasping the comforter as his 'toy' had moved. Trowa's mouth left a trail of fire in its wake and Quatre was eager to be consumed by it. He shifted slightly and groaned; cool air brushed over his hip, or was that Trowa's breath? Either way Quatre didn't care. His body was singing, Trowa playing him expertly and he ached to be touched. He became aware of the elastic of his boxers being lifted and then the rush of heat as his cock was freed. His eyes squeezed shut, his heart pounded in his chest and he was aware that he was holding his breath. Did Trowa like what he saw? Was he big enough? How did he compare to Trowa and other lover's that Trowa had had? Why it mattered so much to him, Quatre wasn't sure, all he knew was it was suddenly very important to him that Trowa approved of his length and girth.

Green eyes greedily appraised the stiff column of flesh revealed to him, while his tongue licked over dry lips in anticipation of what he would like to do. Quatre's penis reared up, damp with excitement, swollen to the point of being almost painful. Quatre was circumcised, allowing Trowa an unhindered view of the darkened crown and weeping slit. He blew a soft puff of air over the head and smiled to himself as the organ lifted slightly, searching for that ghostly touch. He repeated the action, amused by the obvious begging of the stiffness for some form of stimulation. "You're beautiful, Quatre," Trowa breathed out as he lowered his mouth to take a taste of the blonde.

Quatre cracked open an eye, feeling is cock twitch as heated air blew across the tip. When the action was repeated seconds later he felt wanton as his cock shamelessly begged for more. He heard the whispered words and the blush crept over his cheeks. He bit down on his lip as Trowa's tongue licked over the smooth head, barely able to hold the scream that wanted so desperately to leave his throat.

Quatre tasted fresh and sweet, reminding Trowa of rainwater and honey. The smell of arousal mingled with the aroma of Quatre's soap - cinnamon and apple, Trowa guessed; and then there was the underlying scent of Quatre himself, musky, sensual and erotic. Trowa licked over the head again, softly torturing the sensitive organ with his feather touches, amusing himself by watching the organ jump and try to follow the teasing tongue. He felt Quatre's body tensing, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow, so he took pity on the blonde and carefully enveloped the head with his lips, sucking lightly at the small slit as he tried to coax more of the sweet nectar from within.

"Ahhh..." moaned Quatre. As he'd told Trowa earlier, he'd been on the receiving end of a few blowjobs before and enjoyed being sucked off, but this... this was mind blowing. Trowa hadn't lied when he'd said that a man gave better head than a woman. Quatre's mind was on overload, trying to explore all the new sensations his nervous system was being bombarded with. He desperately wanted to see Trowa, to touch him and return some of the pleasure. Not to mention find out if he enjoyed giving pleasure to another man with his hands and mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to suck Trowa's cock, would Trowa be thick or thin? How long would he be? Was he circumcised like himself? Then he gave up all rational thought as Trowa engulfed his penis completely.

Wanting more than just the taste of the tip, Trowa relaxed his jaw and took Quatre entirely into his mouth, swallowing the shaft until his nose was buried in the soft, golden curls. Then he began to move up and down, hollowing his cheeks as he varied the strength of his suction to that sweet length. His teeth scraped lightly over the shaft, feeling the throb and pulse of the vein as he pressed his tongue to the heated length.

Trying desperately to hold onto some shred of sanity, Quatre was reduced to a quivering mess. Surely pleasure such as this should be outlawed. Oh sweet Jesus, never had a blowjob felt this good before! Quatre's hands found their way to Trowa's hair, threading through the locks as he encouraged Trowa to continue, not that it seemed Trowa was about to stop anytime soon. Hips began to thrust only to find themselves being pinned to the mattress and Quatre whimpered his protest at being stilled.

Licking along the heated shaft, Trowa skillfully flicked his tongue over the tiny slit, drawing more sweet moans from his new lover. The soft cries were music to his ears and Trowa continued the dance of his tongue. Laving the shaft, he paused for a second and then began to taste the heavy sac, sucking gently and then teasing one testicle into his mouth to be tortured with thorough attention.

"Nnnn..." There were no longer any coherent words left in Quatre's vocabulary, he was reduced to a mindless puddle; grunts, moans and groans being pretty much the only form of communication left to him. His hands returned to their grasping of the bedclothes as he would rather hold them in a death grip than Trowa's hair!

Then, Trowa stopped.

Quatre looked up in confusion as Trowa ceased his torment and raised his head. "I want you to come inside me, Quatre," Trowa announced to the panting blonde. He raised himself slowly and stalked his way back up the length of Quatre's body. When he reached Quatre's lips he kissed the blonde, letting him taste a little of himself in Trowa's mouth.

Strangely enough, Quatre found it extremely erotic.

"I want you to make love to me, Quatre. I want to feel your thick cock buried deep inside, I want to feel your hot cum inside my channel."

"Oh..… God..." Quatre murmured, his hands reaching for Trowa's shoulders and pulling the slender man against him. He kissed Trowa, a desperate kiss full of longing, need and desire. He moved to Trowa's ear and nibbled gently on the lobe while his breath ghosted over hot skin. "I want to make love to you, Trowa... but... Please, show me what to do."

Stealing another soft kiss, Trowa's emerald eyes gazed deeply into Quatre's aqua orbs. "Firstly we need to get rid of the clothes," he whispered and then pulled back a little. His hands went to Quatre's pants as he raised himself up slightly. "May I?"

"Please, be my guest." Quatre quickly toed off his shoes as Trowa gently but firmly took a hold of the waistband of his pants and began to tug them down. He raised his hips slightly to aid in their removal and shivered a bit as the cool air washed over his heated skin.

With the pants and underwear now joining the shoes on the floor, the only clothing still adorning Quatre's silky skin were his shirt and socks. The socks were quickly dealt with, the shirt taking a little longer because Trowa persisted in pressing kisses to the soft body now on display. The shirt eventually became history and Trowa sucked in his breath as he appraised the beautiful body laid out before him.

Deciding he'd been patient for long enough, not to mention he was becoming a little warm with the obvious scrutiny of his body, Quatre reached up and tugged at Trowa's shirt. "Off," he growled softly. "I want to see you too." Quatre could clearly see the outline of Trowa's excitement pressing against those tight pants; hell, he'd felt it pushed up against his thigh, but he wanted to see Trowa, all of him and was impatient to do so.

Trowa gave a smile and slowly teased his shirt up, pulling at the hem and working the garment over his well toned chest. He tossed it to the floor without a second glance. Trowa gazed at the man on the bed, the look in those eyes warming him and he knew he'd made the right decision that night when he'd approached the blonde to dance with him. He'd never dared to hope that the youthful man would want him like this. It would have been a bonus just to have been able to see him on a regular basis, not that Trowa had any intention of letting Quatre go now. Quite the opposite in fact. He hoped to hold on to Quatre for as long as possible. The blonde was so innocently unaware of his own sensuality, his beauty, both inner and physical. Trowa wasn't a religious man but he knew without a doubt that he wanted to worship every day at the Temple of Quatre.

His cock gave an impatient throb and drew his attention back to the matter at hand, namely removing his skin tight pants. Carefully he flipped open the button and slipped the zipper along the gleam of metal teeth, mindful of the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear. It wouldn't do to catch his sensitive shaft in the bite of the zip. The restriction to his lower regions eased and he was able to peel the cloth from his flesh, bending to tug the pants off his legs and kick them away to the side.

Watching the grace of the man before him as he slowly removed his clothing made Quatre shiver in a way he knew wasn't from the cold. Trowa exuded sexuality with a confident air, whether he was aware of it or not. Quatre had never really seen another naked male; well, he had when at college and they'd all taken showers together after Phys' Ed, but you didn't let your eyes stray anywhere below the chest; you did and serious trouble followed.

Now he was faced with a body that no sculptor could possibly hope to do justice to and Quatre's eyes were free to roam all over the delicious form before him. There would be no recriminations for his obviously lustful appraisal, no admonishment for letting his gaze dip lower than the navel for the obvious desire for this was standing proudly to attention between Trowa's firm thighs. The broad shoulders, strongly muscled arms and well defined chest had Quatre catching his breath. The torso, tapering to a narrow waist and slim hips, accentuated by the ripple of abdominal muscle had Quatre shivering in anticipation. The long, lean but well toned legs had Quatre moaning his approval and the elegant, stiff penis with the dew drop at the tip and the heavy, swollen sac beneath had him drooling with desire. / I must be gay, / he thought / No woman has ever turned me on like this before. / As Trowa approached him so his skin flushed with heat, his cock twitched with hope while his hands reached out, eager to touch and explore.

Sinking softly to the mattress, Trowa was pleased to note the desire that radiated from Quatre. He was happy to see that his maleness and what they were about to do hadn't dampened the blonde's enthusiasm. As tentative hands reached for skin so he surrendered his body to Quatre's explorations, the shivers of need racing through his body while soft moans escaped his mouth. He lay down next to the petite man, enjoying the gentle touches, the hesitant caresses and whispered for more. "Touch me, Quatre. I need to feel your hands upon my body, fulfill my need... please."

The blonde was only too happy to comply. Trowa's lovely body stretched out before him, a wilderness of the unknown just waiting for him to discover and bring to life. Cautiously he began by letting his fingertips roam the golden skin, feeling the differing textures under the pads of his fingers. Trowa's skin was slightly rougher than his own, there was also a fine spattering of coarse hair over Trowa's chest and Quatre found himself mesmerized by the feel of it as he ran his fingers gently through it. He tweaked at a nipple and smiled at the resulting moan. Slowly his hands worked their way downwards, drifting in lazy circles around Trowa's navel before following the trail of hair to the treasures below. He by-passed the straining erection for the moment, electing to stroke the skin of Trowa's thighs instead; thighs that spread eagerly for his touch. Delighted, he compared the soft silkiness of the inner thigh to the slightly harsher texture of the outer thigh, all the time his hands worked towards the one thing he really wanted to investigate.

Finally he placed a finger upon the enlarged shaft and traced the pulsing vein from root to tip. He was fascinated with the response, Trowa's cock bouncing up eagerly, desperate for more. He found Trowa's foreskin to be especially intriguing, being circumcised himself he'd never known the pleasure of that soft skin sliding over the swollen head. He was held; mesmerized by the way the silky skin stretched and slid easily beneath his touch, happily following his direction, eager to please.

The torment was exquisite, shy fingers taking in every inch of his need, reading his cock like Braille. Trowa's body was on overload, eagerly pushing for more attention, craving further friction that would lead to the inevitable pleasure of release but reluctant to find it. He wanted this to last as long as possible. As Quatre's fingers grazed the swollen head he had to bite back the scream that wanted so much to break free. "Ahhh..." he moaned and jerked with the stimulus.

Quatre jumped with the sound that Trowa made and for a moment he thought he'd hurt the other man. He released the organ and went to turn away but a strong hand on his arm prevented him from doing so. He looked into sparkling emerald. "I hurt you?" he asked, questioning his own actions.

Trowa shook his head. "No, you didn't hurt me, Quatre, I'm, the head, it's just so sensitive. I wasn't expecting..."

Quatre's smile returned then as relief and understanding flooded his features. Then he gave a wicked grin. He lowered his hand again and once more swiped his fingers over the head, snickering as he heard the sharp hiss of in drawn breath. He felt elated, warmed in the knowledge that it was he that was the cause of Trowa's excitement and pleasure.

As Quatre's fingers continued in their exploration, so Trowa let his own fingers dance across the milky skin of the blonde's back, steadily working his way to Quatre's ass. Slowly he rubbed over the globes and casually let his fingers dip between the cheeks to ghost over Quatre's opening and along the crevice.

The reaction was electric. Quatre let out a stifled yelp of surprise and turned sharply to face his new lover. "Wh... what?"

Trowa smiled softly. "You have made love to a woman?"

Quatre nodded.

"Obviously a man is equipped differently."

Another nod.

"This is where two men make love."

"Oh."

Continuing to smile softly, Trowa returned to his gentle teasing along Quatre's cleft. "Besides the obvious physical differences, there are other concerns that need to be addressed." Trowa ceased his teasing and gently pulled Quatre towards him. He carefully lifted Quatre's hand from his penis and slipped it further down between his legs, spreading his thighs and bending one leg at the knee at the same time.

Shivering slightly, Quatre allowed Trowa to guide his hand over the heavy sac to the crevice beneath.

Pausing when he had Quatre's fingers running lightly along his cleft, Trowa began to speak again. "To make love to me, Quatre, you need to prepare me."

"I'll never fit in there," Quatre stated as his finger brushed against the tiny opening. "I'll rip you apart."

"No, you won't. Listen to me, Quatre. Two men can make love together, happily and safely with no pain. Just do what I tell you and everything will be all right. You trust me?"

"Yes, I trust you."

"Good." Trowa stretched a long arm out to the bedside cabinet and pulled open the drawer. He fiddled around inside for a moment and then locating what it was he sought he withdrew his hand and dropped the articles to the bed.

Quatre quirked an eyebrow in question as he looked at what Trowa had deposited on the mattress. He recognized the foil packet; he'd used condoms before, but the tube? That was something completely alien to him.

Seeing the confusion, Trowa turned his gaze back to the blonde. "You know what this is, don't you?" he asked as he held up the foil packet.

"Yes."

Trowa dropped the condom back on the bed and fumbled for the tube. "In order for you to make love to me you need to stretch me first. The muscle is very tight and if it's not stretched and loosened then it will hurt and I could possibly tear."

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Quatre began, his eyes widening at the possibility of hurting Trowa. Fingers to his lips soon silenced his protests as Trowa continued to speak.

"There is no reason why we cannot enjoy sex together, Quatre. You said you trusted me, now it's time to show me that trust and listen to what I tell you."

Quatre took a deep breath. "Sorry."

Smiling softly, Trowa continued. "You need to stretch the muscle, get it to loosen and relax and then the entry into my body will be fine. In order to do that you use your fingers. First one and then as the muscle gives so you can add a second and then a third. Three is usually enough, by that stage the muscle will give more easily to your cock." Trowa showed Quatre the tube he held. "This is lube. Unlike females we men do not self lubricate. Using this makes it so much easier. Use it on your fingers first and then once I'm stretched and ready for you, you coat yourself with it. That way there is minimal friction and it becomes more pleasurable and easier for you to slide in and out of me."

"Ahhh..." Now Quatre was beginning to understand the big picture and realize just how naive he really was. "There's a whole lot more to this than I'd thought," he said quietly.

"Not really, most of it is just common sense; but believe me, it's all worth it." Trowa reached up and captured Quatre's lips in a heated kiss, restoring the passion that had begun to wane a little with the clinical explanations. "Now, prepare me, Quatre. I want you to make love to me."

Quatre felt the prickling of tears and hastily blinked them away. There was a tightness in his chest that he was unfamiliar with and he made a note to try and figure that out later. Right now he had a gorgeous man spread out before him, willing to share his body and knowledge, and Quatre was a student eager to please. His touch and gaze softened as he appraised Trowa and he hoped he would be able to spend more time with this gentle and caring man.

"You still with me, Quatre?"

Trowa's soft words broke through his dreaming and he shook his head to clear it. "Sorry, I was thinking."

A soft smile graced Trowa's mouth. "Nice thoughts, I hope."

A silvery laugh came from Quatre's lips and the slightly somber mood was lifted.

Flipping the cap on the tube of gel, Trowa pulled Quatre's hand towards him and squeezed a generous amount of the slick lube onto his fingers. Capping the tube Trowa let it drop back to the bed and turned to Quatre again. "Rub it around my entrance and then work one of your fingers inside me."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Trowa gave the blonde an amused smile and soft kiss. "I'll guide you through it and let you know if it hurts at all."

"Okay." Taking a deep breath, Quatre dropped his hand down and back between Trowa's spread legs. He located the cleft and ran his fingers along it, smearing the gel as he did so. Finding the puckered entrance he massaged it a little.

"Mmmm..... That feels good, Quatre," Trowa panted. "Now ease your finger inside and move it around a little to stretch the muscle."

Following the instructions Trowa was giving him, Quatre gently pushed his finger against the tiny ring, insisting that it allow his finger to enter. Slowly it gave to the persistent pressure and sucked the digit in.

Trowa's body's natural reaction was to try and expel the invader but he forced himself to relax and accept the gift. It was rather endearing in a way how gentle and shy his new lover was. "You can push it in further. I'm not going to break and you're not hurting me," he murmured and then sighed as he felt the finger delve more firmly into him. "That's better. Now, move it around a bit, get the muscle to start to loosen. In reality Trowa could have prepped himself, probably a lot quicker, but given Quatre's completely unsure standing in regards to his own sexuality he thought it best for him to experience all that went with lovemaking in the gay man's world. At least then the blonde would be able to come to a fully informed decision in his dilemma of being gay or not.

As his finger slipped inside Trowa's body, Quatre thought he would be repulsed by the act but in fact it was entirely the opposite. He found himself getting even more turned on. Trowa's body was unbelievably hot and tight and he loved the way the other man moved as he touched him. The ache in his own groin intensified to a level he'd never felt before. It served only to confuse him further. Not wanting to deal with his thoughts at the moment, he shoved them to the rear of his mind and concentrated on the task at hand. Slowly he continued to work his finger in and out of Trowa's passage, not sure if he was doing it correctly but trusting Trowa to tell him if anything was amiss or if he hurt him. Gradually he felt the muscle beginning to loosen, it was easier to work his finger in and out and Trowa confirmed the fact a moment later with his words.

"Add a second finger, work them both in and out and then scissor them a bit."

"Scissor them?"

"Yes, like this," Trowa proceeded to demonstrate, opening and closing his index and middle fingers.

"Aaaa." Now Quatre understood. He slipped the second finger inside, feeling the tightness once again and began to work them in and out. After a minute or so he felt the muscle give a little more and so he began to open and close his fingers like Trowa had shown him. He was still amazed that his ministrations were affecting Trowa in this way, the man's skin was flushed and he was panting heavily. Those soft green eyes were glazed with lust and when Quatre's eyes rested upon Trowa's groin he could see the pearly drops leaking from the tip of that gorgeous erection.

"Push your fingers deeper," Trowa asked. "Deep inside is a man's sweet spot, guaranteed to blow your mind and turn your world upside down."

"Sweet spot?" Quatre questioned.

"Yes. Your prostate, Quatre. It's a small gland..."

"I know what it is," Quatre interrupted Trowa. "I've been unfortunate enough to suffer through a doctor's examination before." Quatre recalled his not so pleasant experience at the doctor's hands and wondered how on earth Trowa could possibly think that the prostate could be a sweet spot and 'blow your mind'.

Trowa chuckled; obviously Quatre needed a little enlightenment here. "My sweet Quatre. When a doctor examines you and checks out your prostate it is done in a very quick and clinical way, so therefore you wouldn't think anything of it. If stimulated the right way, it gives you pleasure like you've never dreamed. A doctor can't afford to examine your prostate the same way a gay couple do, otherwise all their patients would be getting turned on, he would be struck off and it would all be extremely embarrassing for both doctor and patient alike."

Quatre still looked extremely doubtful.

"Let me show you." With a wicked gleam in his eye, Trowa gently pulled Quatre's fingers from his passage and sat up. He picked up the tube, opened it and squeezed some gel onto his fingers. "Lie on your stomach for me."

Quatre did as he was asked, a little confused. He felt Trowa spread his legs and dip between his cheeks. He shivered; a little from fear and a little from anticipation.

"This may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but it shouldn't hurt." Trowa could feel his own body twitching with the knowledge of how good prostate stimulation could be and he longed to feel it again. Carefully he worked a finger against Quatre's tight hole and then gently eased it inside.

/ Trowa was right, / Quatre thought, it didn't hurt but it felt damn uncomfortable. He did his best to relax though and not squirm away from the intrusion.

"Just relax, Quatre, I'm nearly there," encouraged Trowa as he eased his finger deeper. Quatre's tightness and heat was unbelievable and Trowa's cock hardened further. God, how he'd love to deflower this beautiful man but that would all depend on Quatre's reactions to making love to him and if he discovered he preferred men to women. All Trowa could do was hope. His finger caressed along the velvety walls, softly probing a little deeper and then...

"Ahhh..." Quatre's eyes stood out, his body tensed and his cock throbbed as unbelievable pleasure washed over him.

"Bingo." Trowa gave a smug smile and crooked his finger again; rubbing calmly at the spongy bump, amused as Quatre visibly writhed and tried to hump the bedclothes.

"You weren't kidding were you?!" Quatre stated s he panted his pleasure. "How the hell am I going to walk into a doctor's office again for an exam of that nature?"

Laughing at that statement, Trowa carefully slid his finger out. "I thought you'd change your mind."

Rolling over to face the lithe man, Quatre bit his lip. "I had no idea. Damn that felt good."

"Well, I know something that feels even better." Trowa gave a wink as he spread his legs again and guided Quatre's fingers back to his own entrance. "Finish prepping me and make love to me."

With a soft snort of amusement, Quatre allowed his hand to be placed back at its former position. His two fingers slid easily back inside and he began to repeat his earlier actions, spreading his fingers as well as working them in and out of Trowa's body. He began to push deeper, seeing if he could find that sweet spot inside Trowa and give him a taste of the pleasure that had been his privilege to enjoy. As he rubbed along the soft inner walls he came across a spongy lump and curiously caressed it. When Trowa suddenly moaned and arched up off the bed he knew he'd found that special place.

"Nnnnn.... That's it, Quatre. Oh sweet Jesus, that's my sweet spot." Trowa lost all control over his body as he was swept away with the sudden burst of pleasure. Automatically his hips pushed down, seeking to draw those tormenting fingers in deeper, wanting to feel that unbidden pleasure again. "Please, Quatre. I'm ready now. Make love to me."

Carefully Quatre eased his fingers from within Trowa's eager body and fumbled for the condom. A pair of slender hands took the foil packet from his shaking hands and tore it open.

"Let me."

He glanced at Trowa and nodded, pushing his pelvis forward a little to make it easier for Trowa to slide the latex over his swollen head and along the shaft. He picked up the lube, only to have Trowa take that from him as well and apply the slippery substance to the covering of his length. The thin barrier still allowed him excellent feeling and he moaned softly with the gentle touches.

Satisfied that Quatre was ready, Trowa eased back again, head resting upon the pillow as he spread his legs and drew his knees towards his chest, placing his feet upon the mattress. He waited, open and vulnerable for Quatre to make love to him.

Shifting his position, Quatre crawled between Trowa's thighs and stared down at the spread man. A small tinge of fear crept into his heart as he rested the head of his penis against that small hole. He hesitated, two thoughts running through his head. The first was that there was no way in hell that his cock was going to fit in that tiny entrance without causing a lot of pain. And secondly that he was about to make love - to another man.

Quatre began to doubt himself. Was he sure this was what he wanted? He began to question both himself and his objectives. Yes, he'd found himself extremely attracted to this man. Yes, he'd discovered that during the short time he'd been with Trowa that he enjoyed the man's company far more than any woman's and yes, Trowa's kisses, touches and caresses were by far the best he'd ever experienced, turning him on more than any woman ever had. But still there was this niggling doubt in the back of his mind. Would he enjoy it? Did he really prefer being with a man as opposed to a woman? Could he go through with this?

Sensing the turmoil within the blonde, Trowa raised a hand and caressed the milky skin covering the hip bone. It was a touch meant to soothe. "What's wrong, Quatre? Are you having second thoughts?" While Trowa was in a heightened state of arousal and wanted nothing more than for the blonde to sink into his body, make love to him and find his release; he knew that forcing Quatre would be wrong. The young man had to finish this because he *wanted* to, not because he *had* to. As disappointing as it would be to stop now, Trowa knew he would if it was what Quatre desired.

Hearing the words and feeling the gentle caress brought Quatre from his thoughts and he looked into the trusting emerald of the man beneath him. "I...I..." He stammered, searching for the words. He swallowed and tried again. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I'm never going to fit inside there; I'll only hurt you..."

Trowa squeezed the milky hip. "It stretches a lot more, Quatre. You won't hurt me; if it was painful then I wouldn't be lying here asking you to make love to me. You've trusted me so far, Quatre... Trust me now." Trowa gazed into the aqua eyes. "If you are having second thoughts, if you really don't want to do this then tell me now, Quatre. I won't force you and I certainly won't think any less of you if you want to stop."

Looking at Trowa's face, Quatre knew the gentle man meant every word he said. He bit his lip, recalling how his body had reacted to Trowa's gentle ministrations and suddenly he knew he wanted to finish this and determine once and for all his own orientation. So why then was he still hesitating?

"It's okay to be afraid. This is your first time, Quatre." Trowa shifted and brought his arms to wrap around the youth, drawing him into a warm embrace. He feathered kisses along the soft skin of the neck, feeling the muscle quiver under his lips. Gradually Quatre relaxed under his soft ministrations.

"I'm sorry, I want to, Trowa, I just can't get past this fear that I'm going to hurt you."

"Shhh... It's okay, I understand." Trowa continued to nip and kiss at the creamy neck, restoring some of the passion that had been lost with Quatre's hesitancy. Soon his hand slipped between the blonde's legs and kneaded the heavy sac, he smiled as Quatre moaned and arched into the touch, his cock surging forth once more, eager to participate. Carefully Trowa continued his caresses and touches, bringing the young man back to full arousal and without Quatre knowing it, worked them both around on the bed until Quatre was lying underneath him and he was hovering over the top of the smaller man's body, all the time never ceasing in his ministrations.

Quatre once more became a slave to his body's needs and desires, his vision clouding and narrowing to Trowa's fingers and mouth upon his heated skin. Everything else disappeared into the background. Slowly he became aware that Trowa had manipulated him and he was now lying on his back with Trowa hovering above. His eyes opened to stare at the man above him, reading the longing and lust in those emerald pools.

"Trust me?" Trowa asked quietly.

Quatre smiled. "Yes," he replied softly and lay back, relaxing completely and giving himself totally over to Trowa's care.

Still keeping his fingers active to distract Quatre, Trowa straddled the blonde's hips. One hand continued to toy with Quatre's shell pink nipples while his other hand located the base of Quatre's penis and held the organ steady. He lowered his hips until he felt the latex covered head brush lightly against his entrance. Holding the root of Quatre's arousal firmly, Trowa carefully lowered himself, feeling his entrance protesting the persistent pressure at first and then relaxing to allow the penetration.

Still continuing to lower himself, Trowa felt the slow burn of penetration and let a low hiss escape through his teeth. It felt so good. Inch by inch, his passage swallowed the entire length of the blonde's shaft. Once Quatre was completely sheathed, Trowa paused, giving both himself and Quatre the chance to adjust to the new sensations. He watched the face below him contort as the sensitive nerves were stimulated and marveled at the varying emotions that flitted across the sweet face.

Quatre moaned softly as Trowa's body engulfed him. The heat, the tightness was unbelievable. Never had he imagined it could be this good. It was similar yet different to a woman. The passage was a lot hotter and tighter than a woman but not as easy to move in; lubrication obviously being the main factor in that. The body was also harder, not the soft pliability of a female but Quatre found that it only served to heighten his enjoyment. His eyes searched those of Trowa's seeking reassurance.

Running his hand along Quatre's flank, Trowa leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to those soft lips. "How do you feel?"

"Ahh..... Feels good," Quatre murmured in reply.

"It gets better." With those words Trowa began to raise his hips, Quatre's penis sliding out with the movement. When only the head remained inside, Trowa lowered himself again, engulfing the shaft to the root. Gradually as his channel and muscles began to relax so Trowa established a rhythm; hips rising and falling, drawing Quatre's cock deep inside and then allowing it to slip back out again.

"Mmm..." Quatre moaned, the sensations traveling along his length driving his system wild with pleasure. The ripple of Trowa's channel as his cock was sucked in and then released was unlike anything he'd ever felt with a woman. The muscles contracted and released around him, massaging his swollen need with dedication and filling him with overwhelming pleasure. As the excitement built so Quatre found himself beginning to respond. His hips thrust up in countenance to meet Trowa's downward push and the pleasure increased even further.

Feeling the blonde responding to his body's motions, Trowa began to move faster, raising and lowering himself with abandon. He shifted slightly, changing the angle a bit, hoping that Quatre's cock would find his prostate and drive him insane with pleasure. His own cock hung heavy between his legs, his need building gradually until he could feel the familiar fire in his gut just waiting for that final spark to turn the flame into an inferno.

With the motions of Trowa's body above him so Quatre began to thrust in earnest. He could feel his release hovering and was eager to find it. His hands snaked out and feverishly searched for Trowa's hips; finding them he locked on and began to pump his own pelvis faster. His eyes partially closed as his nervous system was overloaded with stimulation, visual, aural and touch all driving his desire higher and higher.

With the slight change of angle so Quatre's tip found Trowa's prostate and massaged the sensitive gland from time to time, pushing Trowa's enjoyment to newer heights. Knowing he wouldn't be able to last much longer, Trowa reached for his aching length, wrapped his fingers around it and began to stroke; occasionally running his thumb over the engorged head and spreading the droplets of pre-cum across the smooth skin of the tip. His balls ached and throbbed, heavy with need while his voice rose slightly in volume, giving sound to his obvious enjoyment.

Lust clouded Quatre's eyes as he watched the lithe man pleasure himself. He was mesmerized by the movement of Trowa's hand over his thick shaft, the enjoyment that was written in every line of the young man's body adding to Quatre's level of pleasure. Tentatively he removed one hand from Trowa's hip and brought it between the green eyes man's legs to cup the enlarged sac, gently rolling the testicles in his hand, squeezing and manipulating, adding to Trowa's sensory overload. The slightly wrinkled skin felt hot in his hand, and he was left with no doubts as to Trowa's need for release. His own was building steadily towards the point of no return.

The gentle, hesitant fondling of his sac drew more moans of pleasure from Trowa. Quatre's cock buried deep inside him, filling him and stroking his sensitive inner walls adding to his arousal. He hadn't felt anything this good in a while, Trowa being fussy with his love life the way he was. "Ahhh... More, Quatre, more. Oh, so good," he moaned.

Bodies soon became slick with sweat as muscles strained with the effort of their love making. Nerves drew taut, sensations singing along neural pathways and lodging deep inside. Panting, grunting, groaning and the sound of flesh meeting flesh provided the background music, moans and cries of pleasure the lyrics as both men fought to reach the pinnacle.

Love making with a man was so much better than with a woman, Quatre's body told him and he wasn't about to question his body. Trowa's passage squeezed and gripped him, reluctant to let him go and eager to suck him back in with each pump of the hips. The heat was exquisite, burning his length with decadent torture. Once Trowa's channel had adjusted to his size and the lube did its job, his penis slid in and out with ease. How could he ever have doubted that he wouldn't fit? Trowa had said to trust him, that he would be fine and the slender man had been right. Quatre let his mind wander back to all his previous sexual encounters, and while he had enjoyed them all he found they were sadly lacking in comparison to what he was feeling now. / I must be gay, / he thought to himself. How could he ever lay with a woman again after experiencing this? His mind was brought back from its musings as he felt Trowa's body beginning to tremble above him and so he turned his aqua gaze to the vision before him; and drew in a sharp breath. Trowa was at the beginning of his orgasm, face twisting in ecstasy as the tide of euphoria swept through him. Quatre didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful sight but he didn't get much of a chance to fully appreciate it as his own orgasm began to reach for him, drawing him into nirvana and he wasn't about to resist.

With Quatre's hand fondling his balls, the thickness of the length inside him, prodding his prostate time and time again and the pressurized strokes to his cock, Trowa was unable to resist the fire that raged within. A soft cry escaped his lips as the inferno tore through his groin, along the pulsing vein and spurted from the small slit, splattering on Quatre's belly and coating his hand. He felt his passage clamp down on the shaft inside, spasming around the thickness and heightening his pleasure. As his channel pulsed so he cracked open an eye just as the blonde beneath him reached his own climax. Trowa watched in awe as the young man moaned and writhed, then stiffened as his release hit. It was the perfect accompaniment to the after glow he was currently enjoying.

As Trowa's body climaxed so Quatre let his own control go and fly to nirvana. Trowa's hot seed hit his stomach and the passage tightened around his length, rippling and coaxing his own thick fluid to come forth. As the heated channel continued to flex so he found it almost impossible to move. Desperately he thrust himself a couple of more times into Trowa's body, released his hold on Trowa's balls and gripped the dancer's hips tightly. His body began to tense, the heavy feeling in his balls increased as the ache in his cock began to grow. His length swelled further and his vision turned white as his milky seed surged forward, tearing along his shaft and bursting from the small slit only to be captured by the latex covering and splashing back against the sensitive head, adding to Quatre's pleasure.

Trowa slumped forward his orgasm having drained his reserves and leaving him deliciously sated. He felt Quatre's fall into ecstasy, the pulsing of Quatre's cock against his velvet walls pushing the last of his own seed from his body.

They clung to each other, sharing the experience and riding the last of the waves, hanging onto the feelings for as long as they could. Feeling Quatre softening inside him, Trowa gently eased himself off the blonde and collapsed to the bed next to his sated lover. Brushing away a few damp strands of blonde hair from Quatre's forehead, Trowa gazed at the man and whispered. "How do you feel?"

Quatre thought about the question for a moment before taking a deep breath and replying in a soft voice. "Wonderful, happy, sated, content." He shifted slightly. "Thank you, Trowa."

"You're most welcome. Thank you too." They continued to lie in silence, limbs entwined as their heart and breathing rates returned to normal.

Once he had regained the use of his limbs, Trowa reached over and peeled the used condom from Quatre's now limp cock. He shifted from the bed and went through to the bathroom where he put the latex and its contents in the bin and then cleaned himself up. He returned to the bed with a warm cloth and towel and proceeded to clean Quatre of the stickiness. Happy with his efforts, Trowa returned the items to the bathroom and then crawled back onto the bed, pulling Quatre into his arms and pressing feather kisses to his forehead, neck, cheek, nose, chin and lips. "Have you recovered enough?"

"Mmm, I have but I'm too comfortable to move."

Trowa gave a small chuckle and gently ran his fingers through damp blonde locks. "So tell me, Quatre. How did it compare to being with a woman?"

Thinking carefully, Quatre replied as honestly as he could. "It was definitely different. Hotter, tighter, more..... Ummm..."

"Intense?" Trowa offered.

"Yes, intense. You made me feel... alive. I never knew I could feel so much pleasure and I've certainly never achieved such a high state of arousal or as intense an orgasm as I did tonight. This time I didn't feel as if there was anything... missing. I feel complete."

"Did it..." Trowa paused trying to find the right words. "Has it helped you to understand your sexuality? Did it answer your question about being gay?" Trowa thought his words were a little blunt but there really wasn't any other way to put the question.

Again thinking before answering, Quatre snuggled up close to Trowa's warmth. "I'm not a hundred percent sure. I think it has. I mean sex with you was definitely wonderful and somehow I don't think I would ever enjoy sex with a woman again half as much, but..." Quatre's brows knitted. "...but I don't know if I would experience the same feelings or intense arousal with another man as I've felt with you." Quatre turned his eyes to Trowa. "Does that make any sense?"

Smiling, Trowa kissed the blonde. "Actually, it does. I think I can safely say you're gay, Quatre; but to enjoy sex and everything with it with another man, well, you need to have that special someone to share it with."

Stealing a kiss, Quatre tightened his hold on his new lover. "I think I have found that special person," he said shyly.

"I think I have too, Quatre," Trowa sighed contentedly. "Stay with me? Be mine?"

"I'd love to, Trowa."

~ Owari ~