Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Oxfords ❯ Crescendo ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5 Crescendo

"Cat, Trow?" She warned, opening the door. Scanning she saw Cat standing a few feet from Trowa with lips reddened and cheeks flushed, then she turned to see a similar look of disarray on Trowa.

Smirking, she took a step in and hung herself from the door frame, "If you two kitties are playing nicey-nice now, you can come on a wittle trip." She sang, "Ma and the boys are heading out and we want YOU!" She mimicked the 'Uncle sam' stance and winked.

They both seemed slightly winded, but hey! Trowa was Latin after all, supposed to be great kissers and everything, she'd be winded too! And please, she was past grade one; she could put two and two together.

"C'mon! Get your scrawny ass in gear Winner!" She called while she grabbed his wrist and began out. And hey, with the blonde as bait, she knew Trowa would follow like the good little fishy he was.

"Hey G, are they both still intact? They didn't kill each other?" Duo hollered as they hit the last stair.

"Nope." G answered.

She grinned back to her chain of followers, and smirked seeing Trowa gulp preparing to face his father about the music thing, his hair up at odd angles.

She sprang into the "one more thing!" pose, and practically sparkled, "Oops! I forgot to check..." She dropped Cat's wrist and sent her finger's into Trowa's impossible hairstyle and starred into two astonished green eyes. Flipping the bang up, she gave him a reason for the hair to be messed to the standards it was that would not have his father glaring at the little kitten. Cat was already emotionally tense; he couldn't take that glare if it came.

"YEP! The cat didn't scratch out his other eye." She gave as an explanation of ...still... starring into Trowa's full face. "And, Duo! See. He doesn't have some weird deformity under the bang!"

Swatting her hand away lightly, he couldn't help but smirk at her bright smile. Almost as bright as Cat's...

"Well beautiful, we're leaving this old folks home. You're welcome and wanted, babe!" G said through bubble gum and winked at Trowa.

Trowa couldn't stop the chuckle as he nodded and started to follow the rest out the door.

A hand to his shoulder stopped him as that con-artist gleam his father wore when greasing wheels met him. "Put on my Armani coat. It'll impress 'em." He whispered.

Trowa felt an overwhelming sense of spite shake his mind. It was listening to him that had made him so afraid to speak his mind.

Opening the closet, he pulled out his plain pleather jacket he got at Wal- Mart for 25 bucks and slid it on as he walked out. Glad, because he loved this coat, and gratified with the outraged look his father had because of it.

The group was already gravitating out onto the lamp-lit street when Trowa strode out. Everyone stopped and eyed him. His recent confidence dwindled and he felt like the worlds greatest fool for not listening to his father.

Heero lifted an appraising eyebrow and was the first to speak, "Trowa, don't take this the wrong way, but, " His eyes scanned the black pressed pants and ribbed turtleneck now covered with the jacket, "You look sexier than hell."

Trowa just blinked.

G hooked her arm around Trowa's neck and pulled herself in, "We just need to get you some eyeliner and we're talking gothic god to rival Heero, babe." G said with gum snapping intervals. "Better watch it Yuy, Barton here may take your throne."

"Now, woman! Where are you taking us?" Demanded Wufei as the group meandered onto the street and started away from Trowa's house into the night sky.

"Pa~tience is a Vir~tue!" G sang back, practically skipping, unfortunately for Trowa's neck.

Michael Barton watched the girl and his boy together overtop of David's head. She was obviously weird, but connected. And although he disproved of the coat fiasco, the group leader, Heero, accepted him anyway. Yep. A father's job was never done when it came to pushing his son towards the right kind of friends. The connected and rich type.

Although this group was weird, he was willing to overlook it, since they were his boss's kids. Yep. He had steered him right. And Trowa had even found the Vice President's daughter on his own. He taught him well!

~*~

The wind danced Trowa's bangs around his face and kicked up dirt from the path they were walking on. Which he found particularly interesting, since he tried not to make eye contact with anyone, lest they ask him about... Well about anything that had happened that week!

Okay... He could admit that he had a slight inclination to boys before he got there... but he never thought he'd ever be in this position. The gay porn magazine was just... experimentation! Experimentation that he liked… But experimentation none the less. He was not gay.

But what about Quatre?

He was so sweet, he didn't deserve someone who treated him as badly as Trowa did. Hell! Trowa had gone up to him, asked him to dance, kissed him first, then turned around and jumped away from him! What was he doing! The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt Quatre. He wanted him to be happy. He wanted to make Quatre happy. Did he want to be with Quatre? DAMN IT! This was making his head hurt!

He decided to chance sneaking a peak at the object of his musings, and hope that he found he wasn't attracted to him anymore. But looking up, he froze.

Christ, why had he been such an ignorant prick!

Cat had his thin white sleeves bundled to his shaking arms, practically curling upon himself for warmth with blue lips shivering. In that thin shirt he was freezing to death as Trowa was starting to sweat.

"Christ, Cat! Why didn't you say anything?" He finally let out, bringing everyone's attention to the petit blonde who tried to act fine.

Trowa slid the coat from his shoulders and dropped it onto Cat, hugging him to his body while rubbing his arms for extra warmth.

"I'mmm mmmm Finnnnnne. Realll llly." His voice even shivered!

Sliding his hands into the pocket, Trowa pulled out a pair of thin black gloves and slid them onto Cat's barely dangling fingertips. Taking the soft pale hands into his own, Trowa rubbed and brought his rose lips to their tips and warmed them with slow, heated breathes sending a pink to Cat's pale cheeks.

Well, the evidence spoke for itself. He was more attracted to Quatre than any girl he'd ever been with. And not just physically. Cat was a beautiful soul and understanding to a fault. His smile lit up the world and his tears stabbed into Trowa's heart.

But he was still a little hesitant. What would his father do when he found out?

After he was sure Cat was set, he stepped back to his place and lost himself in his musings, weighing pro's and con's of letting himself be with Quatre.

~*~

"Damn it woman! Where THE HELL are you TAKING US!!!! We're only about 10 MINUTES from the God forsaken LAKE! We've been following you for over an HOUR!!!" Wufei blasted, despite his point that it was, in fact, past 11 o'clock and civilization now came only in the form of cottages dotted along the dirt road they were walking.

"Well then, Fei babe, We're only about 10 minutes away from our destination!"

And, as promised, about 10 minutes later they stood outside a moderately large summer cottage. Which was good, since everyone seemed a bit cranky from such a long walk. Even the ever energetic Cat and Duo stepped wearily!

G did a wave Vana White would've been proud of, and opened the door, letting the group of six shuffle into the pitch black hall.

G started pushing around to find the switch and Trowa felt a warm something tumble against his chest. The vanilla scent and the adorable little 'meep' when tumbled into him gave Trowa's poor angel away immediately.

"Click... Click, click...Click, Click... Click, Click, FUCK!" Nope, never good sounds in the still pitch black... in the middle of cottage country... at 11 o'clock at night... with no way back other than another hour walk.

"Well..." G's voice was controlled and calm, exactly why Trowa was slightly worried. "Seems the power is out... and since it's way out here, it's unlikely to be fixed until morning..." then her voice sang out, "But we have Can~dles!"

Shuffling through the parting of bodies, G strode past and around again, effectively knocking Cat right into Trowa's protective arms and she found her way into what could've been a kitchen.

A few drawer and shuffle sounds later, a dim glow emanated from the door and Trowa could make out his own hands again, which held a clinging Quatre, whom didn't seem to like the dark much. Perhaps because he was the one who seemed to get into people's ways.

Although Trowa didn't mind in the least that he ended up curled around him. In the dark. With nobody around for miles. Every lecherous teen movie set in the dark stampeded through his mind as light came to them in the form of G's candles.

She lit a large one and handed it to Heero; who was revealed to be participating in some of Trowa's previous thoughts to the obvious delight of Duo, who took the candle as Heero's hand were busy elsewhere.

Then, she handed a rather disgruntle Wufei another candle. "This is the worst idea you have EVER had 'Guenivere' Connalty!" He spat.

G gave him a twitch, "I will KILL my brother for telling you that. And I told you it'd be worth your while and it WILL be! My brother will be ditching the Tupperware and meeting us here soon!" Shoving the candle into his hand, she pointed her large flashlight up the stairs that had suddenly appeared, "Move Chang! Phone is upstairs!"

Shoving a pack of matches and a little candle into Trowa's hand, she galloped up after Fei and left the doorway in pitch darkness, since Heero and Duo went off somewhere, leaving poor Quatre and Trowa alone in the black.

"Tell me she left you matches..." Cat's pleading voice came adorably muffled from Trowa's chest, which moved as he chuckled.

Answering by expertly juggling his hand contents around until he got light from a match, he led them to a table in the cottage living room. Lighting a second match, he lit the small candle and placed it in the middle of the table, between them and illuminating the two opposite each other.

The beautiful, yet slightly mischievous clear blue eyes looked up at Trowa from behind Cat's folded arms on the table, "What do you want to do?" He asked slightly bored.

"Do you have any ideas?" Trowa guessed, catching Cat's look.

He smirked and straightened up, sliding the gloves back into Trowa's jacket's pocket before opening a drawer in the table by his stomach. Digging around with his fingers while his little pink tongue came out just a bit, he twisted and dug until he smiled and produced a worn deck of cards.

Smiling sweetly, he began to deal 5 cards to them both and declared the game poker.

Trowa had a straight, beating Quatre's gays, err, pair of Kings. The blonde just shrugged non-chalontly, collected the cards, and passed them to Trowa.

Cat slid off Trowa's coat, perching it on the back of the chair, and rested his creamy elbows on the table. "This is your chance to change the game Trowa. If you deal, you're committing to the end of the game. Those are the rules." Cat said seriously, watching Trowa shuffle.

It seemed a bit of an odd request, but Trowa didn't really care. Poker was fun. So he agreed and dealt.

Trowa beat him again with a two pair to Quatre's fold. But this win was different. "I lost again." Cat said, his voice not sounding at all disappointed then his hands disappeared under the table, and in one flurry of white, his shirt slid over his head, revealing his lean and creamy pale stomach, practically glowing in the candle light and begging Trowa's fingers to run across the expanse.

Then turning back from placing the shirt atop the previously shed coat, Trowa got a good look at his delicious collarbone, just defined over his heart. Trowa could see every breath from the angel make the shadows dance over his lightly defined chest. It practically begged Trowa to taste the sweet skin and run his fingers down-

Pulling his eyes away, hopping he wasn't caught drooling, he saw the smirk and mischievous glint the little devil in an angel's body wore.

The little shit had roped Trowa into a game of strip poker! Now he understood the glint! He had tricked him into the whole game, too! He couldn't get out! Damn, he was good...

The Cat reclined back, waiting for Trowa to deal, but also giving him a perfect view. Damnit all! Quatre was wearing low riders! His bellybutton and thin hip bones slightly peeked out, and seemed to tease him with every movement and tantalizing twitch, he realized how tight his own pants had gotten...

Quickly avoiding looking more, Trowa shuffled the cards again and dealt. He had been winning... Cat was the one half naked already... And he had promised to play through. He wouldn't let the siren win.

Despite Quatre's lack of poker face and Trowa's perfectly cool look, Cat still seemed to be able to read him like a book and have the devil's luck.

Six hands later, Cat still had on his pants and shoes, while Trowa reluctantly slid off his last sock and realized he was at his last hand.

If he lost again, he'd have to take off his pants... and the affect Cat in the candle light was having on him would become all too obvious...although Trowa had a feeling Cat felt the same; He kept shifting just enough that his hips and stomach would glimmer a little different in the light to glue Trowa's eyes back to the ivory expanse and hardened pink nubs.

The practical drop of his jaw when Trowa shed his own shirt made him feel like a God. While Trowa himself couldn't keep his eyes off Quatre, the Cat starred at the swimmer's physic and olive tanned chest Trowa bore. He wasn't Adonis or anything, but Cat seemed impressed...which gave him the biggest confidence boost of his life.

Trowa picked up the cards, throat dry and palms sweating, then dealt. He hopped for a good hand to postpone his fate a little longer... But had no such luck.

After picking up, he made a pair of tens and the bright look of Quatre told him he was dead in the water anyway. Cat laid down his flush and Trowa's pair was just that: flushed.

Cat's lips curled mercilessly sweet and he looked up to Trowa, "Stand up and take 'em off." Cat's wicked grin grew.

Trowa stood... but couldn't bring himself to do it... This was beyond embarrassing.... At least with his pants it wasn't so obvious what Cat was doing to him!

Noticing he wasn't doing anything, Quatre stood grinning ear to ear, "Need help?"

"NO!" Trowa yelped and jumped back from the shirtless and grinning blonde. But now a new game had begun.

Cat reached out as his mouse dodged further and further away from the candle's soft light.

But finally, he got hold of his prey's belt loop.

Trowa still stumbled away, only half-heartedly desperate to get away from the angel, who had latched another finger in the other side of his belt loops and now had Trowa's hips, which he held and rubbed as Trowa tried to wiggle away and stumble around in the silhouetted room.

He dodged left, then right, and rotated Cat in front to try and stop him from unzipping his pants, since the dexterous little blonde already had the button undone.

Through giggles and laughs they stumbled around almost blindly, continually stubbing and bumping into walls as Cat almost had his pants undone. Trowa tried to step him into another direction, but Cat's shins stopped while he didn't!

The soft upholstered couch arm tripped Quatre's legs out from under him and with a 'meep' he fell flush onto the deep couch, pulling Trowa's hips and sending him over the couch arm and grinding into him.

Trowa's arms braced. One beside flowing blonde tendrils as his other arm stayed at the boy's hips. But he was face to face with Quatre... Their legs intertwined and hips ground against rather sensitive area's of both of them.

The far away candle lent just enough light so Trowa could make out his angels soft parted lips and half-lidded eyes as he breathed quick and shallow under Trowa.

He couldn't help himself; it was calling to him...

Trowa closed his eyes and captured the quivering pink lips in his own, nipping, sucking and devouring the sweet taste of Quatre.

Cat's lips matched back, giving Trowa's tongue eager entrance to the savory heat inside Quatre.

Battling back and forth, Quatre's aching arousal pulsed against Trowa, who obeyed with a deep grind and sent Quatre's head arching back in ecstasy.

Trowa took the opportunity and captured the pale exposed neck. Quatre was so hot under his lips, he could feel him writhering beneath him and grasping Trowa's back, pulling them closer.

Making his way slower and further, Trowa sucked at Quatre's neck, nibbling onto his collarbone to moans of delight from Cat. True, Trowa had a lot of girls before, but none ever responded like Quatre. He bucked and moaned and ground up against Trowa's arousal as he raked his fingers down Trowa's muscular back, arching at Trowa' eager lips, and begging for more.

Trowa's tongue rounded one hard pink nub as he practically held down the squirming angel. Quatre clawed at Trowa's already loose pants and begged them off. Letting the captured nipple free, Trowa eagerly complied and his pants flew across the room followed by Quatre's.

Taking some lead, Cat again captured Trowa's lips as they rocked against each other gaining a hard and fast rhythm of pleasure. Scratching down Trowa's chest, Cat found his hard nipple and pinched to the gasp of the taller brunette.

Leaving Cat's red swollen lips, Trowa went down to dip his tongue into Quatre's belly button, massaging the slender waist and running his thumb over the squirming hips of the angel.

Deciding, Trowa slid his thumbs under the baby blue girl's underwear Quatre wore and seeing no complaint from the boy, slid them off to reveal his manhood.

And male he was for sure.

Trowa again saw no complaint, and kissed the salty tip, tasting Quatre's essence to a moan for more while pale feminine fingers entwined in Trowa's dark locks.

Remembering how girls had done it to him, he mimicked, and took Quatre into his mouth swirling his tongue around his throbbing member and dipping his tongue to revel in the sweet taste of Quatre.

He readied himself, and took Quatre deep, almost gagging when he went too far, but continued to swirl his tongue and lightly suck. Finding a rhythm, he bobbed and swirled around Quatre while he clawed at the couch and his nails raked Trowa's hair desperate for more, driving Trowa insane with want. Soon Quatre's entire body was being held down only by Trowa's firm hands gripping and massaging Cat's writhering hips. Christ, he was making Trowa's blood pump harder than ever before. He wondered if he would explode himself!

Quatre's breath grew shallow and harder as his bucks grew more incensed and strong, urged Trowa on more and more.

Cat shot up before he was too far gone, and pulled Trowa's slick lips to his own and landing him atop again.

Need and hunger took over. Trowa's only want was Quatre.

Devouring his mouth and tongue they worked up a hard rock and continued the fight through hard gasps for air and needy nips and scratches.

Quatre clamped down on Trowa's hips, his nails digging deep into the tanned flesh and slid under the elastic of Trowa's short navy boxers, wrenching them down and letting Trowa kick them off, all the while mauling his tongue and kneading his ablaze flesh.

The rough, passion filled kiss continued as Cat shot his legs out form under his new lover and sent Trowa slamming into his now spread and waiting groin. Both men let out growls, continuing their kiss, and grinding themselves together.

Quatre groped blindly from the couch until the small coffee table came to his fingertips. Never missing a beat in their play, he wrenched open the drawer inside and clawed through the junk until his fingers wound around the tube of lube taped at the top.

Thank God G's brother Eric was gay and brought Fei out here with him all the time.

Trowa finally glanced at what his partner was doing and smirked like the devil he was. His angel certainly did have an evil streak in him... and evil suited him just fine.

Trowa lathered the oily stuff onto his arousal and onto Quatre's, then slightly tucking one of his digits inside to the cry of pleasure from the blonde... That education from the gay porn was sure as hell handy now.

Trowa inserted another of his slim fingers to stretch the blonde, ready for the slow torturous process, but Cat stopped him, "Don't care. Just go slow at first." Quatre's deep husky voice sent shivers down his spine with the heat of his breath on his neck and made his blood pulse even harder. Cat breathed deep into his ear and started to suck and nip, flicking his tongue across Trowa's ear, playing like a cat's toy. Trowa didn't care what he asked for, whatever it was he'd give it to Quatre, and if he wanted no prep, he'd get it.

Already positioned, Trowa merely pushed and he felt the tight muscles milking him. Sliding a bit out, he pushed again, further this time, trying his hardest not to hurt Quatre, who looked uncomfortable, but thankfully not in pain.

He slid out again and then back harder and further into the enveloping tightness, trying to hold himself back.

With one more push, Quatre screamed and arched up into Trowa, clawing his back and bucking deeper. Nothing had ever driven him this insane before and he became a man possessed, desperate to hear Quatre's scream of pleasure again.

He withdrew and thrust in again hitting the same spot that made the blonde's head snap back and his body tighten.

Wrapping the blonde's member in his hands, he pumped in time with his thrusts. Again and again, faster and harder with each thrust and deeper with each scratch and breath as the two rocked to their own pulsing beat. Screams of passion and grunts of pleasure filled the room as they claimed each other as lovers.

Quatre's body thrust Trowa into him faster and his body tensed. His breath ran short and hot as he gasped and moaned. Adrenaline and testosterone erupted with a scream of Trowa's name from the angel's kiss- swollen lips as his essence spilled into Trowa's hand and spilled onto their stomachs.

Cat's orgasm sent Trowa over the edge and empting himself into the tight heat that was his lover before he collapsed over the equally sweaty and tired blonde.

Finally catching his breath, Trowa pulled his blonde angel to him and sucked at his neck and shoulders, worshiping the salty taste and heat coursing through his body.

Quatre started to feel the chill of being naked and sweaty in an unheated cabin in fall and curled himself into Trowa while his foot searched for the blanket.

A deep chuckle echoed in Quatre's ears as a warm blanket was pulled down on top of them by Trowa's decidedly very capable hands. Before the two knew, they were fast asleep intertwined.

~*~

Trowa awoke feeling a warm lump against his chest who was adorably mashed into his shoulder, and blonde splayed around a tacky afghan sitting sideways over them. Then he heard noises from behind and voices, and he froze.

All the movement from his pillow woke the blonde and he gave said pillow the evilest glare he could muster.

But the fact that he was half-asleep, his hair sticking up at odd angles and pouty lips, he was about as threatening as a kitten.

Seeing the tense look on his boyfriend, so named since Cat would kill him by setting Fei and Heero on him if he wouldn't go out with him after that, he looked around and listened to the voices.

"SHUT UP! Some people want to go back to sleep curled up with their new sexy pillow!" Cat's mumbled morning voice broke through and the voices all chuckled.

"Heard you had one hell of a night, Cat," Duo's voice chimed, "and with this..." he held up a sock high so it could be seen from over the back of the couch, "I'd believe it."

"Damn, I'll tell you," A new voice to Trowa chimed in, "These two are vicious! I came in and they were too busy to even notice Makae and I! Cat sure as hell lives up to his nickname!"

"Shut up, Eric. You and Fei were louder!" G quipped in menacingly to her brother. "Plus, this whole excursion was just to get the two of them in... couch."

With that, Trowa sat up and glared over the couch, at least with him, mussed hair made him look even more menacing, "WHAT!" He barked.

Most of the kitchen table, revealed to be inhabited by Duo, Heero, Wufei, a dye-blonde boy with black roots huggling to Wufei, G, and probably the afor mentioned Makae (A petit gothish girl wearing a skirt and nothing but a crimson bra sitting at the table eating cheerios) all shrunk back at the glare, except Heero the glare king himself who only looked slightly guilty, but not sorry.

"It was obvious," Heero clipped in, "You just needed a hard shove in the right direction." Heero leveled his glare with Trowa's. This time instead of the look of omnipotence, he had a resigned and almost normal look. "It was your decision." Heero finished with a casual shrug.

Quatre shifted and sat up as well and caught Trowa's eyes, "Do you regret it?" He asked in a slightly unsure voice. But Trowa's answer was loud and sure. He smirked and captured Quatre's lips as he pulled him back down and draped and afghan completely over them.

"Guess NOT!" Duo chorused to the laughter.

~*~

Tired, messy, and sated, Trowa dragged himself into the front door and made his way towards his room for some much needed sleep.

"Trowa?" His father's voice came out from the kitchen.

Shit.

His father scanned his son's mussed appearance and hid his grin, not successfully though, "Someone got Lu~cky!" He sang, letting the smile grow.

Trowa's face took on a pensive look. "Yes. Yes I did."

He did get lucky, lucky he met Heero and G and even luckier someone like Quatre was a part of his life. Nodding to himself, he started up the stairs to his blessed bed.

"Uhh, Trowa?" his father questioned again, breaking his stupor. He was gazing at his son's feet encased in little white sneakers with penned on bunnies, "Those aren't your Oxfords...."

Smiling sincerely and grateful he finally understood himself even a little, he looked his perplexed father right in the eyes, "No," his lips smiling with finality, "They are not." And with that, he climbed into bed, and got some sleep.

End

Author's Notes

Well, there it is, my baby is over.

As you can probably tell, I'm still having some trouble getting used to this formatting, so there are a few (just let her think they are unnoticeable for now) errors. A few. (Yeah right!)

I just wanted to make sure people understand why I did the end the way I did: The whole story revolves around Trowa trying to not break out of his "Straight" shell, and yet knowing with all his heart (not mind, heart!) that he is not straight. He has such a hard time breaking out that if he didn't go all the way with Quatre right then, and hard, it wouldn't have happened.

Rough? Yes. Rape-esque? Quatre was MORE THAN willing!

They are also Teenage boys. Just because Quatre seems cute and innocent does NOT mean he doesn't have just as many hormones on overload as Heero, or Duo, or Trowa.

Now, left at the very end will have you asking: How does Trowa fit into Quatre's shoes?

Answer: He doesn't really, Physically, they hurt like hell on the poor boy and Cat is probably flopping around in these huge Oxford shoes until he gets home. Metaphorically, they still hurt like hell on the poor boy because it's still not HIS personallity, he just had to have something to metaphorically "cover" his lack of image now that he is no longer "jock". He will go through a phase where he is 'hard core' goth, fully immersed in what the other guys seem to be about. Searching for your place. That's the name of the game. But later he'll even out and find his own balance... If it all has a happy conflict-finishing ending.

It's for the reader to surmise really, that's why I ended it there. It's for the reader to decide when and if and how he comes out to his dad. How long do they stay together? Is Cat and Tro's relationship really going to be strong? The foundation was rocky...

Actually I'd like to hear what you guys think should be the "Ever after".

Thank you's: