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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gundam_Wing
  Relationship:
      Trowa_Barton/Quatre_Raberba_Winner
  Character:
      Quatre_Raberba_Winner, Trowa_Barton
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-27 Words: 1548
****** Lucky ******
by mmmdraco
Summary
     What happens when a wishbone breaks down the center?
Notes
     I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff
     like that. Yeah.
Quatre stared in disbelief at the short piece of turkey bone in his hand. Then,
he looked at the equally short piece in Trowa's hand. Finally, he looked down
at the small v-shaped piece on the ground that used to connect the other two
pieces.
Finaly, Quatre cleared his throat. "You know, I've never seen it do that
before."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Me either. Do you suppose that means that we're not
going to get any luck now?"
There was a pause, then the sound of Quatre laughing softly. "Perhaps it just
means that we're both going to be lucky."
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre and laid his head on his lover's shoulder.
"Perhaps it means we'll *get* lucky. How about it?"
"Can I be on top?"
Trowa smiled. "If you'd like. Just, be gentle. Last time I couldn't sit still
for a week."
Quatre blushed, then began to pull Trowa along to the bedroom. "I'll try, but I
get around you and I can't help but want to screw you into next week."
Following happily, Trowa chose not to comment. The pair reached the bedroom and
entered, locking the door, then giving one another quick kisses before
undressing and racing for the bed. The bed squeaked as they hit it and they
both laughed, falling into each other's arms and holding one another close.
"Mmm... Quatre... You have the lube?"
Quatre's eyes widened and he quickly dove for the nightstand, pulling open the
drawer and securing a small tube in hand before closing the drawer and
returning to Trowa. "Now I do. Okay, lean back, knees up... Good. Now,
relax..."
Trowa followed Quatre's instructions. He liked it when his lover took charge.
It made him able to sit back and relax a bit more instead of feeling like he
had to make everything perfect. When Quatre did things, they just *were*
perfect. He didn't have to try. The things he did were as perfect as he was,
and nothing could change that.
The small tube was wavering in front of his eyes as Quatre made it do some sort
of silly dance, placing his fingers in a downward V-shape beneath them, making
the lube dance across Trowa's stomach. Trowa giggled at the sensation, reaching
down to capture the tube in his own hand. He unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a
good dollop on Quatre's fingers. Quatre nodded to him and pulled his fingers
away to go explore. Placing the top back on the tube, and securing it, Trowa
heaved soft little pants of breath as Quatre licked at the head of his member
while easing one finger into him. It was always such an experience to be taken
by his lover. It was incredible, amazing, wonderful, and a million other
superfluous adjectives that couldn't even truly begin to describe it. However,
he only allowed himself that pleasure on rare occasions, usually allowing
Quatre his penchant for being taken as forcefully as possible when he was more
than willing. Yet, for some reason, Quatre wanted to take him now. He couldn't
complain, but he could be curious.
Yet, his curiousity didn't remain in his mind long as Quatre continued to
stretch him. It was sublime pleasure to imagine the blond-haired angel over
him, thrusting. And, oh, so very soon... it would happen, and he'd come out of
the bedroom wrapped in a silk bathrobe, hobbling like a foal which just
discovered what its legs were for.
Quatre had just eased a third finger into Trowa, gently teasing the rim as he
prepared him, knowing that even after participating in many sexual acts in his
life time, some willing, some unwilling, Trowa was still tight. Quatre's
reasoning behind wanting to take the taller man came from a deep-seated
yearning to overpower the bad sex with the good sex... the incredibly good sex.
It didn't hurt that Trowa was so eager to please that all of Quatre's needs
were fulfilled.
With Trowa properly clenching for him, biting his lip so that he wouldn't cry
out and beg, Quatre eased his fingers out, wiping them on the bedspread as he
kissed the inside of Trowa's thighs. His legs spread wider, and Quatre crawled
up the bed to position the head of his member against Trowa's entrance, feeling
Trowa properly prepared for him in that he slid right in, drawing a soft cry
from Trowa's normally passive lips.
Allowing Trowa time to adjust, Quatre leaned down and showered soft kisses upon
his partner's face and neck. "I love you, Trowa."
Trowa smiled up at him, sliding one hand in a familiar manner across Quatre's
chest, letting his hand come to rest lightly on the back of Quatre's neck. "I
love you, too, Quatre."
They stayed still momentarily. Quatre was desperate not to give in to primal
urges, instead, waiting for Trowa's to be drawn out. He didn't want to be
begged, he just wanted to get confirmation.
Biting his bottom lip softly, Trowa let one of his legs hook around Quatre's
waist, pulling him closer. "You can do it now, Quatre. I'm ready."
Quatre smiled. "Good." He began with shallow thrusts, getting Trowa's body
reaccustomed to the feel of being filled and emptied in a repetitious pattern.
The contented moans that were let into the air let Quatre know that he was
doing just what he wanted to be doing: drowning Trowa in the pleasure that he
so rightfully deserved.
His member already tight against his abdomen, Trowa moaned a bit louder. Quatre
was being so gentle and loving with him. It made the experience more than just
physical pleasure. But, the physical couldn't be forgotten as Quatre's member
brushed so solidly against his prostate, eliciting even more groans as the
messenger of his ultimate arousal. Quatre began thrusting harder into him,
knowing well that he could handle it with ease now. His lover knew him so well
in and out of the bedroom. It made every day with him amazing since Quatre
always knew just what was needed.
Letting his hand trace down to Trowa's member, Quatre began caressing it
gently, deliberately focusing on the sensitive line of flesh just below the
head. His head fell to Trowa's chest and he lavished attention on the hardening
nipples there, nuzzling them with his lips and suckling them gently,
occasionally nipping gently and drawing louder moans from his relatively
passive partner.
And then came the time that Quatre loved best of his times taking Trowa. He
pulled out and grinned at the sigh of disappointment that he heard. Trowa met
Quatre's eyes, and Quatre nodded, moving so that he was the one laying on his
back. Eyes lowered, Trowa sat up and straddled him quickly, using one hand to
balance himself and the other to guide Quatre back where he belonged. He sank
back on Quatre's turgid member in bliss. There was no better way to feel so
filled, and it helped him get over his pseudo-fear of having to be an actual
participant in sex. Quatre knew how to make him work for it, and he loved the
dear man even moreso for it.
Trowa raised himself up so that Quatre only remained in him the tiniest bit.
Moaning again, he plunged back down, drawing a sharp cry from Quatre. Trowa
continued riding Quatre like a favorite toy, and murmuring soft phrases of
acceptance and love. He threw in gasps every few words as Quatre's hand
returned to the physical manifestation of his intense arousal. Every part of
his body that could possible bring him pleasure was being exploited by the
strokes of the blond man now beneath him. He was close to release, oh, so
unbearably close, and he knew he had one more thing to do before he could allow
himself to let go.
Reaching for the hand of Quatre that wasn't stroking his member so exquisitely,
Trowa brought it to his lips, kissing each finger as his body worked overtime
to thrust himself onto Quatre. He placed a final, hard kiss to Quatre's palm
and found his release, muscles tensing, and thighs quietly jackhammering
against Quatre's hips. He felt the man beneath him milking his member softly,
hips hitting back with an equally delicious force. Quatre came with a soft sigh
and his own tensing muscles, calling out Trowa's name in a sweet vibrato.
Eventually, their muscles decided to relax and they collapsed bonelessly
together, arms wrapped around one another. Trowa shivered in delight as he
pulled himself off Quatre with still-shaky movements, collapsing next to him
with one hand still holding on to Quatre's. "Thank you. You always make it
so... perfect. Just like you."
Quatre turned to him, looking adorably sleepy, and stroked Trowa's cheek with
his unoccupied hand. "Just like *you*. My perfect partner..." He nuzzled up
against Trowa's chest, disregarding the semen currently coating his own chest.
"Thank *you*. We should do this more often."
Trowa yawned, and smiled, pulling Quatre closer to him. "Only before bedtime, I
think. Otherwise, I'll never be able to do anything but lay in bed with you."
"And what's wrong with that?" Quatre blinked innocently.
Kissing Quatre firmly, Trowa nestled against the pillows, savoring the
afterglow and cuddling session. "Nothing at all, my love. Nothing at all."
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