Quatre
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"Would that be a double bed or a single bed sir?" The front desk lady asks.
"Um...single will be fine," the blond pilot turns around and sees Trowa Barton standing by the wall. He sure doesn't look like he's planning on sleeping here tonight. "Trowa, aren't you going to stay here?"
"Can't afford it. Don't need it."
"Oh..." A pang of guilt hits the kind, generous Quatre at heart as he realizes how unfortunate it will be if the other pilot has no place to stay. "Um...ma'am. I'm sorry but would you make that a double bed instead?"
The lady looks up at Quatre and then shifts her gaze to Trowa before her cheeks start to turn red. "That will be $459.00 for one night sir." She answers with some uncertainty and embarassment.
"Thank you!" Quatre puts down five hundred dollars on the counter and grabs the key before dragging Trowa down the lobby.
"Where do you think you're taking me?" The green-eye pilot asks calmly.
"You're gonna stay with me tonight Trowa," Quatre replies cheerfully. "You've gotta have a place to stay after all. I don't mind, you can keep me company then!" Trowa doesn't say anything as he silently follow the blond pilot into the elevator.
Meanwhile, several OZ undercover spies are lurking around the hotel lobby. "Yes captain, it has to be them. Two of the gundam pilots. Do you want us to kill them?" The man with the mustache whispers into the walkie talkie. "What?! But sir! You want us to... Yes, I understand but where can we get that? The love toy store?" A huge sweatdrop appear in the back of his head, he is, after all, an honorable man. "Yes sir, I'll tell the men to get right to it."
"Wow...no wonder it's so expensive," Quatre wanders around the hotel room, fuzzing over the small welcome candies the cleaning maids have left behind. "Hm...I wonder why it's all white..." The blond pilot picks up a small card on the table and it reads: From the hotel management, we wish that you newlyweds have a wonderful time at our quality wedding suite. Quatre feels his face turning red for no reason.
"They must've thought we're married," Trowa comments as he plays around with the light switch. It seems that the hotel uses one of those sensors where the clap of a hand or a sound can make the device turn on and off. Trowa keeps on snapping his fingers as he sees the different lights in the room flicker on and off in a indecipherable pattern.
"Um...Trowa...would you stop that please? I'm getting a headache..." Quatre sits down wearily on the bed. "Hey! I know! Let's order food to the room! Room service!!" Quatre picks up the phone excitedly and calls the counter. "Room service? Yes, I would like two plates of grilled steaks, with baked potatoes, deserts. Wine? Um...no thanks, just tea will be fine. Thank you."
"I'm not hungry," Trowa responds flatly.
"Well I've already ordered the food," Quatre shrugs and lays back down on the bed. "You can always wrap it up in a doggie bag and eat it on the mission."
And while the two pilots are in the room, the group of spies hide in the dark corners outside of their room. When the room service delivers the food, one of the spies jumps out of the shadow and gives the poor man a karate chop on the neck. Then the other spies quickly open the lid and sprinkles some shiny powder onto the steak and into the tea while yet another spy changes into the room service outfit. And when all is set, the spy knocks on the door and delivers the food to a cheerful Quatre.
"Food!!!" Quatre exclaims happily while Trowa watches on with disinterest. "Here Trowa, now we can get to know each other better and be friends!" Quatre pours the tea into the cups.
"There isn't much to know about me," Trowa takes in a bite of the steak. Not bad, but tastes a bit strange...just a bit strange but he can't place his finger on it. Quatre on the other hand, is eating his meal as if there is no tomorrow.
"You know, maybe I should've ordered ice-cream too," Quatre wipes his mouth. "I don't know about you but it sure is stuffy in here. I wonder why they don't have air-conditioning."
"The air-conditioner is on already," Trowa points out as he too, gets up. He walks to the air-conditioner and turns it on full blast. "That's better."
"Are you sure the air conditions is not broken?" Quatre asks worriedly. "It's still ... hot in here." Quatre starts to fan himself impatiently, he has never felt this hot in his whole life, not even when he was in the desert.
"I thought you grew up in the desert, shouldn't you be used to this?" Trowa asks as he sits in front of the air conditioner.
"Hey! You're blocking all the cold air." Quatre rushes over and stands in front of Trowa.
"That's a bit rude, don't you think?" Trowa remarks and turns off the machine all together. "Maybe it'll be a better idea to take off your clothes and run a cold shower?"
"I want air conditioner!" Quatre turns on the air conditioner again. He wonders if he's getting a fever, it's so stuffy that he can't stand it anymore. And that Trowa...Quatre has thought that Trowa is a nice guy but then why is Trowa being so difficult now? Quatre looks at the brown haired pilot with dismay.
Trowa lays down on the bed and turns on his side. There's no way that he's going to use the cover to sleep tonight, it's too damn stuffy around here. Finally, he gives up and pulls off his turtleneck before finally drifting to sleep.
It is the feeling of a hot body next to his that wakes Trowa. He still feels hot and he even feels a bit strange right now. He opens his eyes and realizes that the blond pilots is ... is...
"Trowaaa..." Quatre complains while he rubs against the latter like a cat does to its masters. "I don't feel wellllll..."
"Uh...Quatre...would you mind getting off of me?" It feels good actually but it's also scaring Trowa. Nobody has been this close to him before and he's feeling just a bit uneasy.
"But...I'm feeling tingly all over...." Quatre looks up, his eyes full of confusion and fear. He rubs against Trowa some more. "Hm...that feels better... Sorry Trowa...I know it's rude to wake you up but I really feel like crap."
"Can you at least roll over? I have to ... to... go..."
"Huh?? Where are you going?" Quatre looks up curiously.
"Bathroom...um...I have to go to the bathroom..." To jerk off, Trowa adds to himself. This is not good, why in the world is he getting a hard on anyway? The only time he has ever gotten a hard on was that time when he happened to stumble upon one of Ralph Kurt's Playboygirl Magazine.
"But...I feel better like this. If I roll over I may puke all over you..." Quatre clambers up more and stares down at Trowa. He knows it's definitely rude to do this but he can't help it, because he really feels sick. He sees Trowa staring back up at him and Quatre is about to say something when one of his hands slips and his whole body collapses on top of Trowa; but that's not what embarassed Quatre, what really embarassed him is that he found that his lips are on Trowa's.
The shock is unmistakable. It actually feels really nice, Trowa reasons. And when Quatre is still too surprised to do anything else, Trowa rolls over on top of the smaller pilot.
"Ow...I'm going to puke now..." Quatre complains. "I feel so...sick..."
"You sure looked fine when you kissed me..." Trowa remarks. Those guys back at the base are right, it sure feels nice to be on top of someone. Trowa shifts a bit and frowns a little when he feels his hard on gets even harder. He'll have to do something about that.
"But that was an accident Trowa!" Quatre protests. Strange...but it feels good to have Trowa on top of him, even if the latter is a bit heavy. He is getting hot again as he feels something stirring between his legs. Quatre blushes as he realizes what it means...he's getting turned on. He guesses that all those embarassing instances of talking about sex with his older sisters have not been in vain after all. But what good does that do now that he is experiencing this situation for real?
"Must've been a rather deliberate accident then," Trowa feels something hard against his legs and sees Quatre's embarassed stare. So the blond pilot is feeling the same thing too...strange. It's getting so difficult for Trowa to think clearly as he feels his mind getting muddled again. "let's do something about this dilemma, shall we?" Trowa bends down to kiss Quatre again, who returns the kiss eagerly...almost too eagerly.
Quatre opens his eyes and with a bit of strength and force, he rolls over on top of Trowa again. "Haha, now I'm on top."
Trowa gives Quatre a brief predator smile before suddenly slipping downward and runs his tongue over Quatre's chest. Then not even knowing what he is doing or why he has thought of doing this for that matter, Trowa opens his mouth and takes one of Quatre's nipples into his mouth.
"Waah! Trowaa!!!" Quatre cries out in surprise before stopping himself. Did he just rhyme? Doesn't matter, what Trowa just did feels incredibly good.
When Trowa hears no more protests from Quatre, he proceeds to do the same with the other nipple and this time, Quatre gives a soft cry, something that can be interpreted as a moan.
"Is that a groan?" Trowa looks up, but returns his attention to Quatre before the latter has a chance to answer. Trowa moves lower and licks at the blond pilot's belly before giving him another lick at the heat between his legs. Quatre cries out again in startlement and Trowa uses this chance to roll over and pins Quatre under him. "Now I'm on top again."
"Mm-hm... Awww...Trowa....why did you stop??" Quatre whines and rubs against the taller pilot again, his mind no longer thinks coherently.
"I thought you were going to throw up?" Trowa comments, not that he really cares anyway, he doesn't even know what he is thinking anymore. "Anyway...I think somewhere a magazine says if you do this..." Trowa opens his mouth and takes Quatre's heated member into his mouth. "the person can 'explode'...wonder what that means..." Trowa says to himself, though not so coherently.
"Hmm...interesting..." Trowa mumbles and starts to work harder at it, making the smaller boy twisting and moving under him. Trowa figures that he must be doing such a great job to make someone react like that. "now...why does that feel good... hm..."
"Oh my god...." Quatre gasps and starts to pull at Trowa's hair. "Waaah!!! This is ... so... this feels so ... funny!!!" Trowa can hear the other boy giggling and panting, something that normal people probably will not be able to do. Must've been some kind of Arabian culture thing, Trowa tells himself. Trowa is about to work harder at Quatre when he feels the body under him tenses up like an arrow and the next thing he knows, he can feel his mouth fills up suddenly by some kind of strangely sweet and salty sticky fluid.
Trowa swallows the strange fluid and almost throws up afterwards. Now just what the hell is that? He leans up and one the spur of moment, presses his lips against Quatre's.
"Owww!! Trowa!" Quatre complains. "Your arm is on my hair and that hurts!"
"Your hair hurts?" Trowa looks at the blond boy, more than just mildly confused.
"You're too heavy!" Quatre pushes Trowa and rolls back on top. "Haha, I'm on top again! Yay!" He peers through the brown hair pilot's long bangs and plays with it. "Do you use a lot of hairspray or something?" Now why in the world is he behaving like that? Quatre wonders to himself but he can't help it as he continues to act like a small child.
"I don't use hairspray, this...is generic!" Trowa wraps his arms around the smaller boy and pins Quatre under him. "Now...I wonder about that hair...maybe you bleached it..." Now it is Trowa who is rubbing against Quatre. Somehow he's starting to feel strange between his legs. Trowa looks down and sees that his hard on is getting bigger and he wonders if he should try out what the magazine says.
"What is that?" Quatre peers down. "Haha, you're getting big too! Haha..."
"Um...yeah..." Strange enough, he's feeling hotter than ever now, his heart is just racing to an impossible speed. Maybe he is getting a heart attack, Trowa thinks to himself and dismisses the thought. He lifts up Quatre's hips and places his tongue on the little hole he sees, feeling himself getting even more painfully hard upon seeing Quatre's reaction. "Forget it...I'm gonna do it..."
"Do what??" Quatre looks down, his face full of questions.
"I dunno...something I read on a magazine..." Trowa shakes his head in an attempt to remember. "they say ... it can work for girls too,but I don't know...if it is accurate...never tried it out on anybody...hm..."
"Girls? But I'm a boy!!" Quatre protests and then starts to laugh again. Quatre knows that he is acting like an idiot but his reasonable side just won't surface. "I'm a boy!! Ahaha..."
"Yeah...let's...experiment..." Trowa says as he readies himself at the entrance.
"What...are you doing?" Quatre peers at Trowa curiously before he feels something against his anus. "Uh...what...in the world...?"
"People told me it feels good, I dunno..." Trowa looks down at Quatre, looking as confused as ever. "Here we go..." He shoves himself into Quatre.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!! That hurts~~~~~~~~!!!" Quatre shrieks. "You're wrong!! It...sucks! It hurts!!" The blond boy glares up at Trowa. "Get off me now! It's my turn!" He tries to shove the taller pilot off of him.
"Ho...hold on!!" Trowa blinks several times before moving in deeper, wringing another angry cry from Quatre. "I was right, it feels good." Trowa says in monotone.
"No it doesn't! It feels reall- Ah...aaah..."
"What was that?"
"Ah..never...ahhh...mind..."
"Huh?"
"Just...just keep going!!" Quatre starts to shove himself back onto Trowa.
"Um...okay!" Trowa replies, his low voice cracks in eagerness. He starts to move faster inside of Quatre and soon he is too involved to care about anything else. And while the two pilots are having fun inside the wedding suite, the OZ spies are plotting to thwart the pilots' missions.
"I guarantee you sir," says one of the spies. "That this aphrodisiac will make them tired for at least a week afterwards!" The head of the spy team nods approvingly at the report. If what his inferior says is true, then by the time those pilots wake up from their exciting adventure, it will be too late.
"Waaaaaaaaaah~~~~~!!!" Quatre cries out and then laughs. "That feels so funny!! But...it feels sooo good!!!"
"They call that orgasm..."
"Who's 'they'?" Quatre looks up wonderingly before rolling over on top of Trowa. "Hahaa...my turn!"
"The magazines I read." Trowa looks around and blinks dazely, why is he doing this anyway? He's feeling so strange again. But then having the weight of the blond pilot on him feels strangely good. "Quatre, what are you doing?" Trowa looks down calmly as he sees Quatre crouches between his legs, parting them.
"It's my turn Trowa, we have to be fair," Quatre replies matter-of-factly. "Besides, friends should share!"
"...friends?"
"Yup! Friends!" Quatre nods ethusiastically. Strange, he is still feeling really high and he knows that somehow, it's not right to do this but then at the same time it feels so right. Quatre shakes the confusion away from his mind and concentrates. "Okay! Here we go again!"
Trowa's eyes widen when he feels the blond boy entering him. "Quatre...maybe...uh..." The green-eyed pilot shifts uncomfortably, those magazines are wrong, sex is not really that nice, it hurts...
"Wow!! It does feel good!!" Quatre starts to thrusts in eagerly, ignoring Trowa's attempt to tell him to slow down. But soon enough, they've again lost themselves into the orgy. Trying out new things and digging up interesting items from the closets, forgetting completely that they've barely known each other. They've been overwhelmed by the power of the aphrodisiac.
"Say, Trowa! What is this?!"
"Hmmm...handcuffs??"
"It's so pretty!!! Look at all these engraving, I betcha it's pretty expensive! Wanna try?? Huh? Oh come on Trowa!!! It looks so nice!"
"......Ok."
"Yay!! Uh...Trowa, what are you doing? I thought you were going to...waaah!! Hahahaha...hey, that's not fair!! Whaaaa...come on!!! Aaaah...okay okay...hahaha..tie me up then!!!"
"I found these long things in the closet... Wanna use that Quatre?"
"Yes yes yes!! That looks fun too!! Let's try that! Hahahaha..."
"There's a whip too Quatre..."
"No fair! You find the most interesting things! Hey I know!! You can be the horse and I'll ride you!! Haha, gimme the riding crop!"
"But I'm not a horse!"
"Waah!! You're not being fair Trowa!"
"......fine... Looks interesting enough to try."
"Yay!!!" Followed by more squeals and cries and laughters.
And outside, the spies continue to guard the outside of the room lest anyone else should decide to pay a visit and end up thwarting the plans of the OZ spies. Throughout the night, the spies endure those noises coming from the wedding suite.
"I think our plan is working out just fine sir," one of the spies report again while the others cheer. Perhaps they can get rid of those rebels after all.. But little do they know that they've underestimated the physical ability of the gundam pilots.
Trowa wakes up feeling sore and hurt all over. He tries to get up but find that someone's head is on his chest and looks down to see Quatre, who is still asleep but will no doubt wake up any minute. There's something that's tugging at his mind and for a brief moment Trowa can't quite place his finger on it. Then as he slowly sits up after trying to disentangle himself from Quatre, he realizes that they're both naked.
"Whatta..." Then it hit him, hard. Everything that happened the night before comes rushing back to him like a tsunami, almost knocking him literally back onto the bed. Trowa can't believe he has just done something this spontaneous. He thought he wouldn't do such things until he's found he has trusted enough, but...who would've thought that it would happened last night?! What triggered it? Trowa shakes his head as he tries in vain to analyze logically.
"Mm...?" Quatre looks up dazely and sees Trowa. "Morning Trowa..." The blond boy rubs his eyes and freeze in mid-motion, he must've remembered what happened last night as well, Trowa figures. "Oh.My...!!!" Quatre bolts up, red-faced. "Wah!!! We...we...we...uh..."
Trowa nods his head soleumly. "Don't say I forced you, because I didn't... and I had no idea why we-" He stops as he stares at the food. "They know we're here."
"Who're they? Everybody in the hotel? My family? They knew what we did?" Quatre stares at Trowa wide-eyed.
"No, the OZ... they must've put something into the food, meaning that-"
"That we have to get going soon before it's too late! But why..."
"They probably double or trippled the dosage, thinking that it would ... exhaust us, but they forgot that we've gone through extensive training and all types of vaccinations that no medicine can influence us..."
"But we still got tricked and..." Quatre trails off. That's a real stupid thing that he has done. Not only has he embarassed himself, he has no doubt dragged Trowa into this as well. Here he is originally thinking that he can befriend this pilot, but now he's not even sure if Trowa would be afraid of him because of what they did. "Oh...I'm so...sorry..." Quatre trails off, he knows he may end up crying.
"What's done is done." Trowa shrugs and gets out of bed. That's really easier said than done. Trowa thinks to himself, this has got to be the strangest way to lose virginity.
"Well...well...we can still be friends, right?" Quatre looks hopefully. "I mean... I mean... it was an accident and-"
"Yes."
"Huh?"
"I said yes," Trowa repeats as he pulls on his jeans, no time to take a bath now. "Now let's hurry up and get going before it's too late."
"Un!" Quatre nods his head in agreement as he gets dressed as well. As embarassed as he is, this is not the right time to go over such things, he would have to sort everything out with Trowa in another time. Despite the embarassing and strange encounter, that one strange night has certainly in some way, drawn the two pilots closer together.
----------------------------The Second Time They Met (END)--------------------------