{ A STICKY SITUATION }

Quatre hummed to himself as he stirred the rice. He tapped the spoon on the side of the pot, and set it down on top of the stove. Then he placed the lid over it, and turned the heat to low. He continued to hum his self composed melody as he bounced up the step ladder to reach some ingredients over the stove. Trowa walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door, completely preoccupied with watching his little lover hum while he cooked. Quatre was wearing a loose button up shirt, and a pair of pants. His feet were bare, and he was standing on his tiptoes trying to reach some much needed spice for the food. Trowa smiled as the blonde found it, and held it up with a triumphant a-ha!


Quatre skipped down the step ladder and sprinkled whatever it was into a pot of boiling something. The Arabian looked so adorable, and utterly domestic. Trowa snuck up behind him, his own bare feet noiseless against the tile floor. He wrapped two strong arms around his lover's waist, and placed a wet kiss to his neck. Quatre gasped as hands wound around him, but after the shock, he leaned back, and sighed contentedly. Trowa smiled, and suckled Quatre's neck, nipping a little, and then smoothing the area with his tongue.


Quatre melted against him. "Mmmm, Trowa. You're being so forward."


"Can't help it love," he whispered into Quatre's ear, as he ran his tongue over it, "you're just too damn sexy for your own good."


Trowa's hands moved up to the buttons on Quatre's shirt. He started to undo them, and pulled the shirt off Quatre's shoulder. His mouth attacked the blonde's neck, and then licked his way down, and across the bared shoulder. He growled, and sunk his teeth in a few times, leaving bite marks in the pale flesh.


Quatre yelped as Trowa's teeth marked him, more in surprise than pain. "T-Trowa! What has gotten into you?"


Trowa smiled hungrily, and licked the red spots on Quatre's skin. "Nothing," he purred, "but I hope to get something into you, very soon."


Quatre blushed, and pulled out of his enthusiastic lover's arms. He turned to face the smiling banged boy. "Trowa, I'm in the middle of dinner. Don't you want to eat?"


Trowa closed the gap between them, and pinned Quatre against the counter. Quatre tried to frown in mock severity, but it didn't work, as Trowa lowered his head, and began to nuzzle his neck. Trowa tilted the blonde's head back, and went to work sucking the hollow of Quatre's throat. Quatre mewled and leaned into the light sweeping licks of his lover's teasing tongue. Trowa's hand slid down, and unbuttoned Quatre's pants. He slipped his hand inside, and raised an eyebrow when he found the Arabian wearing nothing under the thin khakis.


"T-Trowa..," he panted,"..din-dinner.."


Trowa smirked, and he used his free hand to bring their foreheads together. "I am hungry. But there's only one thing I want in my mouth lover."


His hand wrapped around Quatre's cock, and began to stroke lightly. Quatre moaned, both at the sensations, and Trowa's daring. He loved it when the green eyed boy acted so frisky. Suddenly the pot on the stove boiled over, and hissed noisily.


"T-Trowa, love.. the food."


Trowa ignored it, and kept right on caressing Quatre, loving the way his lover's cock hardened under his fingers.


"Tro--oohhh--wa.."


The banged boy saw his lover looking worriedly at the burning food, and sighed. He pulled his hand out, and buttoned Quatre's pants back. Quatre whimpered, torn between Trowa's hand, and dinner, which was quickly being ruined. Trowa pressed a light kiss to his forehead, and released him.


Quatre smiled at him. "Dinner first love, and then dessert."


Trowa smiled back, looking like he wanted to devour Quatre right there. He ran a long finger down Quatre's smooth cheek. "Can't we skip to dessert right now? You taste so sweet."


Quatre batted his hands away, and put his hands on his hip. "Stop that. I'm not candy."


Trowa leaned in close, and kissed his nose. Then he turned and sauntered away. Before he left he turned back to Quatre. "You're wrong love. You are candy. You'll melt in my mouth, not in my hand."


Quatre gasped and threw a potholder at him. Trowa smirked, and went to the dining room to wait. Quatre turned back to the stove, and tried to ignore the throbbing between his legs. He turned off the heat under the bubbling pot, and wrapped a towel around the handle before he moved it. He pulled some plates out from the cabinet, and dished up the food. Before leaving the kitchen he buttoned his shirt back up, so it wasn't hanging off his shoulders anymore. Then he grabbed the plates, and made his way to the dining room.


Trowa was waiting for him. The banged boy was lazily seated in the chair, one leg tossed over the arm. His shirt had vanished, leaving his muscular chest open to Quatre's wide eyes. And the green eyed boy was casually sucking on his index finger. When Quatre walked in he pulled the finger from his mouth, and traced a wet trail down his chest. The blonde's hands shook, and he almost dropped the plates.


Trowa smiled sensually. "*Coming*, love?"


He gracefully swung out of the chair, and walked around the table, to where Quatre stood. He pulled the plates from the Arabian's hands, and set them on the table.


"T-Trowa.. what happened to you shirt?"


Trowa shrugged, a little hint of mirth in his eyes. He leaned against the table, and arched his back. Quatre gulped.


"I.. I.. have to.. get drinks," Quatre said, before he bolted.


Trowa chuckled. "You won't get away so easily angel."


Quatre stood quivering in the kitchen. What was going on with his lover? By all the gods he wanted Trowa so badly! But it was rather fun playing hard to get. He rarely got to see Trowa acting like a shameless hentai. He did so want to enjoy it. But his ability to withstand the advances was wearing thin. He filled up two glasses with water, and braced himself.


He was surprised to see Trowa sitting at the table looking calm, and collected. Quatre wondered how he could act so aloof, when his own heart was racing madly. He reached across the table and set a glass in front of Trowa. The green eyed boy nodded, and winked at him. Quatre eased himself into his chair. His lover's beautiful smile doing little to help his pulsing hardness. They began to eat. Quatre almost choked as Trowa obscenely mouthed his fork. The banged boy sucked the utensil in, and then pulled it out, his tongue lapping every speck off.


He looked over to see Quatre staring at him. He licked the fork some more. "Ohh, Quatre.. you, I mean, *this* tastes sooo good", he practically moaned.


Quatre blushed scarlet, and looked down, eating quietly, and trying to ignore the sucking noises Trowa was making. It was getting stuffy in the room. Quatre unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt. He reached for his water, and took a big sip. Then he felt something sliding up his leg. He gasped, and sprayed water everywhere. Trowa smiled, and continued eating, as his toes danced their way up Quatre's calf. The five teasing digits reached the blonde's knees, which were shaking, and pressed together. Trowa slid his foot between then, and worked his toes along Quatre's thighs. Quatre shuddered, and spread his legs, his fork clutched forgotten in his fist. The Arabian was panting, anything but that foot long since mattering.


Trowa closed his eyes half way, peering out at Quatre from under his eyelashes. His little lover was enjoying this. And this was but the appetizer. The green eyed boy stopped playing with his utensils, since Quatre's eyes were closed. He concentrated solely on teasing his lover. His foot moved higher, toes massaging the uppermost part of Quatre's thigh, almost reaching the bulge in his pants, but not quite. Quatre whimpered, and slouched lower in chair. The blonde shamelessly spread his legs as wide as they would go. Trowa rewarded him by brushing his foot across the swollen protrusion. Quatre gasped, and slumped lower, moving closer to the light touches.


Trowa slid his foot, back and forth over Quatre's hardness in slow, even movements. The Arabian was trembling, and arching forward against the foot. The exquisite friction was driving him mad. The room was getting hotter, he felt a thin sheen of sweat moistening his body. His skin was tingling, warm and alive. And then, as quickly as it arrived, the foot left. Quatre moaned in protest, and opened his eyes. Trowa was serenely sitting across from him, looking completely innocent.


"Tro~wa," he whined in frustration.


Trowa looked at him, eyes wide with curiosity. "Yes, love?"


Quatre wiggled around in his chair, his erection straining the front of his khakis. He slid his hand down to caress himself through his pants.


Trowa's eyes widened even more. "Q-Quatre?"


Quatre licked his lips, and tossed his head back. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as he panted. "N-Need.. need.. you," he managed out during breaths.


The passion filled voice of his blonde lover was all it took to send Trowa leaping onto the table, and across to Quatre. Dimly Quatre heard the sound of the china breaking as it was pushed to the floor. But it was only a passing thought before Trowa was in front of him.


The tall boy reached down, and lifted him up by his underarms onto the table. His plate was thrown to the floor, as Trowa maneuvered him onto his back. His banged lover covered his body with his own. Trowa pinned his hands above his head, and caught his mouth in a searing kiss. He coaxed Quatre's pink lips open, and slipped his tongue inside to taste the warmth. Quatre wound his legs around Trowa's waist, and pulled him closer, as their tongues moved against each other. They moaned into the other's mouth as their arousals brushed together. It was becoming too much for Quatre as the heat, and tautness built up to an unbearable level. He squirmed around, bucked up against Trowa, and sucked the boy's invading tongue almost frantically.


The green eyed boy took pity on his frenzied lover. He had been teasing the blonde all night. He was amazed that Quatre had lasted as long as he had. He let go of Quatre's hands, and tried to sit up. But the moment his hands were free, Quatre wrapped his arms firmly around his neck. The Arabian drew him down, and attacked his mouth with renewed force. His tongue searched Trowa's mouth, stroked his tongue, explored the moist heat. Trowa propped himself on his elbows, his mouth never leaving Quatre's. His hands grabbed either side of the blonde's shirt, and yanked harshly. Buttons flew off, and rolled to the floor, as the fabric parted. They broke the kiss, both breathless, and panting. Trowa pulled back, and tore the shirt the rest of the way open.


He pulled his blonde lover up, so that he was sitting, and slid the shirt off, discarding it to the floor. Then he lowered the Arabian back down.  Quatre laid there, content with letting Trowa have complete control. The tall boy removed the legs from his waist, and planted them on either side of him. Deftly he unfastened the button on Quatre's pants, and unzipped them. The grinding sound of the teeth scraping sent shivers down their spines. Trowa scooted back, and pulled the pants down, over Quatre's erect cock, down his smooth thighs, and slender calves. He threw the pants over his shoulder, not caring at all where they landed. Quatre lifted his hips to help, and then laid there as Trowa stared. The tall boy drank in his lover's body, like he had an unquenchable thirst.


Quatre was spread out under him, a veritable banquet of creamy flesh. Quatre smiled, and waited, as his lover dined on the appearance of his body. It used to make him nervous, the way Trowa would gaze at him. But he had come to understand that he was beautiful in Trowa's eyes, and that his green eyed lover truly enjoyed just looking at him. So he spread his limbs, unashamed, and gave his koi an eyeful. And look at him Trowa did. It was a look something akin to reverence. Because he could never quite get over just how stunning his angel was. He loved him for more than body, but the celestial air about Quatre always made his heart beat faster. The golden hair, spread unruly across the table. The blue green eyes, so brilliant, and now hazy with desire. The slender figure, almost every inch the color of fresh cream.


He ran his hands up Quatre's legs, tracing the flesh as if for the first time. Quatre's hands reached up to cup his face. The smooth pads of his fingertips, tracing Trowa's cheeks. Their eyes met, and their passion wove a spell around them. All else faded from existence except them. They remained like that for a few seconds, trapped in the euphoric incantation. Until Trowa's wayward fingers stroked over Quatre's erection, and the blonde closed his eyes. Trowa closed his too, and let his mouth take over for his eyes. He leaned down, and began to sample what he had been viewing. His soft mouth opened to suckle one pink nipple. Slowly he nibbled at it, first licking, and biting gently. He heard Quatre gasping, felt the slim body arching up. His long fingers began to knead tenderly on Quatre's hyper sensitive thighs. He felt the blonde's breath hitching, as he was virtually sobbing with intense need.


Trowa moved over, and stared toying with the other nipple. He drew it into his mouth, and teased it into hardness. Quatre's hands tangled themselves in his hair, and were none too subtly urging him downwards. Trowa obliged, knowing his angel was being driven to the brink with all the playing. He licked down over the silky, flat stomach, finally opening his eyes, when he reached the area between Quatre's legs. The Arabian's cock was hard, and shuddering. He was so excited, that it dripped with enthusiasm. Trowa feasted his eyes on the sight. He moved his hands to Quatre's hips, and held them gently in place. Then slowly he licked a warm, wet trail up the underside of the swollen flesh. Quatre hissed, and tried to arch up, but Trowa held him down.


The banged boy reached the head, and swiped his tongue over it, tasting the moisture beaded there. Then with deliberate movements, he pulled the tip into the damp recesses of his mouth. Quatre cried out as the moist suction surrounded him. Waves of pleasure rolled from his groin, drowning his every sense. He writhed around, brazenly begging Trowa for release. Trowa measuredly drew Quatre's throbbing cock onto his mouth, inch by glorious inch. Then he pulled back, bobbing his head up and down the length of his love's rigid arousal. Quatre's hands were buried in his hair, encouraging him to hurry. Trowa sucked the heated flesh hard, finally devouring the one thing he wanted all day.


He relinquished Quatre's hips. Quatre wrapped his legs around Trowa's neck, wantonly thrusting into his lover's hot mouth. Trowa sucked harder, relishing the rock hard flesh in his mouth. His tongue stroked Quatre, each lick catapulting him higher, and higher. The blonde squirmed, arching up, as Trowa plunged his mouth down. Trowa took him all the way, his throat muscles working the sensitive head. Quatre cried out, as the heat in the room became unbearable. He was damp with sweat, as he rocked up into his lover's mouth. Everything was a blur, except Trowa's wonderfully wet heat. The green eyed boy ran his palms up Quatre's chest, and was rewarded with a gasp, as he brushed over hardened nipples. He pulled back, and plunged his mouth down, and he squeezed the hard nubs.


Fire burst through Quatre's body, as he reached his pinnacle. When Trowa pinched his nipples, the burning torrent of passion swept him away. He arched into his lover's mouth, and cried out his name as he reached his climax. Quatre spilled himself into Trowa's mouth, and the banged boy greedily swallowed. Not a drop escaped, as Trowa licked Quatre clean. The blonde collapsed bonelessly onto the table, quivering slightly with the force of his release. When Trowa had thoroughly suckled him spotless, he climbed up to cover his lover. He smoothed the damp bangs from Quatre's forehead, and placed light kisses along his brow. Then he moved down, and captured Quatre's mouth, letting the blonde taste himself with a sweet kiss.


Quatre sighed in contentment, and returned the kiss with equal fervor. Then the Arabian began to kiss his jaw line, and down to his neck. Trowa lifted his head, to give his lover access. As he did, he spied a pitcher sitting on the end of the table. Something that hadn't been cleared away after they'd eaten breakfast. His eyes gleamed wickedly, then burned bright as Quatre sucked the soft skin of his throat. The blonde worked his way down to the base of Trowa's neck, licking the hollow. Trowa closed his eyes, and purred with pleasure. His hands fumbled above Quatre's head, searching for the pitcher.


Quatre moved the wet onslaught up, and licked over to Trowa's shoulder. He nipped at the soft skin, leaving slight teeth marks, which he then pressed light soothing kisses to. Trowa's hand finally found the pitcher, and he grabbed it, and moved away from Quatre's assault. The blonde looked at him in surprise, but Trowa kept him silent with a promising smile. The green eyed boy tipped the pitcher, and spilled some of the liquid onto Quatre's slick chest. The Arabian gasped as the sticky substance coated him. It wasn't hot, or cold, but room temperature. And it felt marvelously gooey all over him. He sat up a little to see what it was. It was a dark purple, almost blackish color. Trowa set the pitcher on the table, and pushed him back down. He licked a trail from Quatre's navel to his nipples.


Then the tall boy sat up, smacking his lips. "Mmmm.. blackberry syrup."


Trowa began smearing it all over his chest, covering the fair expanse with the syrup as if he were a human canvas. He thoroughly slathered Quatre's nipples with it, before sucking it off noisily. Quatre moaned under him, heady with the twin sensations of the thick syrup, and Trowa's tongue on his sensitive nubs. Trowa continued to swirl his tongue around one syrup stained nipple. Then, without warning he bit down lightly. Quatre shot up, and moaned loud enough to wake the dead. Trowa chuckled, and moved to the other one. Slowly circling his tongue around it, before rolling it between his teeth. Quatre tugged him up, and brought their mouths together. Their tongues met, blending the rich flavor of blackberries between them. Quatre's hands cupped Trowa's face, and he pushed him back slightly.


Then the blonde began to clean some of the syrup off his lover's face. Trowa had it smeared all over his lips, and around. With light, sweeping swipes Quatre licked the sticky liquid from his face. He lapped at him rather like a cat does his cream. Slow, precise sweeps, with that pink, now purplish, tongue. Licking all around Trowa's mouth, and then finally slipping inside. As their tongues stroked, so too did their hands. Trowa's wandered down to caress Quatre's hips, his thighs, anything he could touch. He left purple hand prints all over the milky flesh. Quatre's roamed over Trowa's back, rubbing the muscles, delighting in feeling them flex under his fingers. Quatre could feel Trowa's hardness, trapped behind it's cloth barrier, as it pressed urgently into his thigh.


Trowa was rubbing up against the blonde's silky leg, trying to lessen his pounding cock. The Arabian's own cock was quickly becoming hard again under Trowa's motions. Their mouths parted, lips tinged purple. Quatre reached between their bodies, and fumbled with the button of Trowa's pants. Trowa reached down to help him, but was foiled by his syrup covered hands. Between the two of them they finally managed to get them undone. They ended up so stained with purple splotches, they could never be salvaged. Trowa wiggled out of his pants, and kicked them aside. Quatre reached back down, and wrapped his hand around Trowa's arousal. The banged boy cried out, and thrust into his hand.


Quatre stroked him slowly, not wanting his lover to reach climax just yet. Trowa could feel himself soaring as Quatre teased him with his smooth hand. He reached down and reluctantly pulled his lover's fingers off, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. Quatre smirked, and let go, as Trowa sat back, and tried to catch his breath. Trowa poured some of the syrup into his hand, and Quatre's smirk turned into a gasp, as that hand encircled his cock. The thick stickiness coated him, as Trowa pumped up and down his rigid length. As he was caressing him Trowa stuck his free hand into the syrup pitcher. His fingers came out dripping with the purpley substance.


He bent down, hand still moving on Quatre's cock, and took a stiff nipple into his mouth. At the same time he steadily inserted a finger into Quatre's tight haven. Quatre shifted a little at the intrusion, but Trowa stroked him harder to take the focus off. The blonde relaxed, and the green eyed boy pulled the finger out part way before pushing it back in fully. Once Quatre had grown used to the first one, Trowa added a second finger. He drew a hard, sticky nipple into his mouth, and bit it, as he spread the two digits to stretch his lover. Trowa moved his fingers around until he brushed against the blonde's sweet spot.


Quatre arched up into his mouth, and then began to rock between Trowa's fingers, and his hand. Trowa felt it safe to add a third, as he opened his love for the pleasure he was about to experience. Quatre started to push back insistently on those invading fingers willing them to be longer. Each time they connect with his magic spot he whimpered, as fire spilled over his senses. He unabashedly thrust onto them, as they moved deep within him. Sensing his love was more than ready, Trowa removed his fingers and poured the remaining syrup over his dripping cock.


The blackberry liquid spilled onto the table, but he didn't much care. He released Quatre's cock, and the blonde cried out in impatient need. The taller boy grabbed his lover's slim hips, and gently thrust into the waiting heat. The throbbing, sticky passage almost made him climax on the spot. The tight flesh grabbed him and suckled him in. The rich, heavy syrup added to the friction between his cock, and Quatre's tightness. Quatre's fingers dug into his shoulders at the initial pain. Trowa buried himself in fully, and halted to wait for his lover to adjust to him. Quatre panted as he felt himself stretching for Trowa. He forced himself to relax and open fully for his lover.


Trowa moved a bit, and hit his sweet spot. Quatre's body shook at the sensation, and he rocked against his lover letting him know he was ready. Trowa felt Quatre relaxing, and then moving against him. He pulled out halfway, and thrust back in. Quatre moaned at the feeling of fulfillment. Trowa plus the warm, gooey decadence of the syrup was ecstasy. Their sticky bodies rocked together, as Trowa thrust down, and Quatre arched up. Their skin was stained with the syrup, and shiny with sweat. Trowa pulled out more, and drove in deeper, angling for his love's sweet spot. He knew he had succeeded when Quatre bucked up against him.


He reached between them, and wrapped his sticky hands around Quatre's equally sticky cock. He began to stroke in time with his thrusts. The green eyed boy pulled out almost completely and slammed back in, hitting that special spot, as he squeezed the blonde's erect cock. Quatre cried out, and caressed every part of Trowa he could. Purple fingerprints marred the tall boy's back, and shoulders. Both were caught in a tight, sticky web of passion. They raced toward their release. Trowa was pulling out as far as he could, and then thrusting back in forcefully. Quatre met every brutal downward movement, and rivaled it with a harsh arch of his hips.


They were panting, seeming to share the same hurried breath. Quatre dug his nails into Trowa's back, urging him to move faster, go deeper. The banged boy took the silent invitation, and rocked in harder, slamming their hips together, as he filled Quatre with his cock. Trowa could feel himself rising to a heart pounding climax. Quatre was right with him, as he too ascended to his release. Trowa stroked him faster, hands moving hurriedly along the hard flesh. The green eyed boy bent down, and swiped some more syrup off his chest. The liquid had warmed thanks to Quatre's body heat. And it had mingled with his perspiration, melding it into a uniquely Quatre flavor.


Sweet flames of pleasure coursed through their bodies. Waves of ardor licked at them. The white hot desire flowed between them, biding them together, engulfing them. Trowa thrust into him fully, and took a sticky nipple into his mouth. Simultaneously he slammed into his sweet spot, and squeezed his cock. Quatre's senses overloaded, and he was swamped by the fiery sensations. He arched into Trowa's hand, and screamed as he spilled his seed into the sticky fingers. His passage tightened almost painfully around Trowa's cock, and then tall boy succumbed the fire that had been building in him. It erupted, and he flooded Quatre's haven, mixing himself with the syrup. He cried out, with the violent force of his climax.


Then he slumped on top of his wild little lover. Quatre wound two shaking arms around him, and cuddled him close. Trowa kissed the blonde's lips tenderly. He slowly pulled out, and rolled them so that Quatre was lying on top. The green eyed boy ran his purple fingers up and down Quatre's back, tracing his spine leisurely. With twin sated sighs they snuggled together, and fell asleep.


Quatre awoke some time later, feeling stiff, not relaxed like he usually did after his lovemaking workouts with Trowa. He cracked open an eye, and shifted. He winced at the ache in his muscles. The blonde looked around and saw that they had fallen asleep right on top of the table. He was sprawled half on Trowa, with his hip, and one leg on the table. He tried to roll off but found that were stuck together. The syrup had dried on them, and practically fused their skin together. Ever so carefully, so as not to wake his slumbering love, Quatre pried himself off Trowa's chest. Then there was the matter of unsticking his leg from the table top. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he finally managed to separate his skin from the table.


He searched around for his pants, he didn't feel like wandering the house nude. He found them, and pulled them on. The feeling of sticky syrup plus fabric was none too pleasing. He sighed, and figured he'd toss them away when he got upstairs. He fully intended to take a long, hot shower. He could wash off the blackberry stickiness, and ease his muscles as well. Then he'd come back, and collect his lover. Quietly he snuck from the room, and headed upstairs.


Back in the dining room, one green eye slid open, twinkling with mischief, and a feral smirk formed.


* * *


Quatre crept up the stairs and down the hallway. He entered the master bedroom, which was at the very end of the hall, and closed the door behind him. He moved through the room, and into the adjoining bathroom. He padded over to the shower, and pulled the glass door open. He leaned in, and turned the water on, placing his hand under the spray to make sure it was heating up. Satisfied that it was, he shut the shower door, and wandered around collecting the various things he would need.


He got out two large, fluffy towels, and a washcloth, and checked to see that his robe was still hanging on the back of the door. It was, right next to Trowa's. He pulled off his pants, turned and caught his reflection in the full length mirror. He sighed and shook his head. The blonde looked like he had some sort of weird plague, or pigmentation problem. Most of his body was splotched purple. It covered his entire chest, and parts of his neck. There were even purple smudges on his face, and matted in his hair. The blemish continued downward, covering his stomach, his cock, and most of his upper legs.


And that was only the front. He had to wonder how Trowa had managed to coat his entire body with one pitcher of syrup. He smiled at that as he reached under the sink, and pulled out a new bottle of body wash. He had a lot to clean, so he knew he'd need it. He flipped open the top, and inhaled deeply. The fragrant scent of honeysuckle wafted up. Trowa's favorite. He grabbed the washcloth, and opened the door to the steamy shower. The vapor wrapped around him like a warm, welcoming cloud. He stepped inside, and under the hot blast of water.


Downstairs, Trowa was cursing the fact that most of body was glued to the table. He had wanted to sneak out right after Quatre had left, but he found unsticking himself was proving to be quite a problem. He braced himself, and jerked his body up harshly. He hissed as the skin was parted from the table. After a few more fast yanking movements he was free of the syrup coated table. Unabashedly naked he strolled up the stairs, and went in search of his lover.


As he neared the end of the hallway he heard the distinctive noise of the shower running. His smile widened, and he licked his lips, as he entered the bedroom. He crept over to the bathroom door, and cracked it open. He saw a figure in the shower, so he eased the door open, and slid inside, shutting it noiselessly behind him. The room was beginning to fill with a warm fog from the heat of the water. Quatre's back to him, so he didn't see Trowa creeping up on him. The blonde was facing the shower wall, body under the spray of water, trying to scrub off the stains.


Trowa took the opportunity to stare at his love unobserved. The blonde locks were soaked, and hanging straight down. The water cascaded down over his head, and ran the length of his body. It flowed over his slender frame, making him shiny and slick. The warmth of it making the pale skin flush. Quatre moved in the shower, the steam making him appear to be in a haze. The heat of the steam, plus the sight of Quatre were making Trowa feel sultry.


He went quickly to the door of the shower, the urge to be with Quatre could be quelled no longer. The blonde got about three seconds warning. He felt a rush of cool air, and then strong arms were around him, a hot, wet mouth was on him. The washcloth fell forgotten to the floor. The cool air was making him shiver in his lover's arms. One arm left his waist, and the door was slammed shut, before it snaked back around him. Quatre closed his eyes, and let the feeling of the hot water, and the equally hot mouth wash over him.


He was spun around, and the mouth seized his, a soft tongue worked its way between his lips. He whimpered against the mouth, as the heat swirled around them. But he returned the kiss with matching fervor, his tongue licking at the other's mouth. Long fingers tangled in his wet hair, and pulled him even closer. The burning torrent of water rained down on them, soaking their bodies, and making them slide against each other. Trowa broke the kiss, and pulled a breathless Quatre from under the falling water.


Quatre opened his eyes as Trowa smoothed his soggy bangs back, and tenderly kissed his wet forehead. "Missed you," the tall boy murmured.


Quatre nuzzled up to him, and lightly pressed kisses to his collarbone in response. Trowa smiled, and pulled a bottle of shampoo from the shelf, and poured a generous amount into his hand. He began to work it through the fair hair as Quatre continued to lavish his neck with sweet kisses. The blonde was purring as Trowa massaged the shampoo into his scalp. Soapy hands ran down the Arabian's back, leaving a trail of lather in their wake.


He was then pushed back under the water as Trowa washed the shampoo from his hair. His blue green eyes shut again, Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist, and leaned his head back. Long fingers stroked all the soap from his tresses. He felt it running down his back, the thick bubbles tickling the sensitive flesh. When his hair was fully clean Trowa moved him forward again, and ran a finger down his cheek. Quatre smiled, and cuddled close to his lover's slippery chest. Trowa pried himself from the enthusiastic hug, and kneeled down to retrieve the washcloth. He motioned for the body wash, which Quatre handed down to him. His eyes turned smoky with passion as he saw the scent of it, and he smiled promisingly up at Quatre.


The green eyed boy poured the honeysuckle wash onto the cloth, and rubbed it together, building up a large mass of lather. He moved it briskly, and yet teasingly over the blonde's thighs. With each stroke, more and more of the syrup washed off, revealing the creamy skin beneath it. Quatre's cock began to stir under the ministrations, and by the time his thighs were clean he was rock hard again. Trowa noticed his obvious state of arousal, but decided to ignore it for the time being. He stood, and brought the cloth up to tenderly clean the syrup smudges off Quatre's face. The he moved down to wipe off his neck.


The taller boy cleaned his lover's arms, his side, and then worked the washcloth over the flatness of Quatre's stomach. The muscles tensed as he brushed the cloth over them. Trowa scrubbed briskly, but not harshly, until the skin was once again it's normal cream color. The end of the washcloth brushed over Quatre's erection, and the blonde moaned, and thrust forward toward the too light sensations. The taller boy smirked and moved the washcloth behind him, to cleanse his gorgeous, round ass. Quatre whimpered as his erect cock brushed against Trowa. Taking pity on his lover, Trowa rinsed out the cloth, and applied more of the scented gel.


Then he wrapped the cloth around Quatre's straining arousal. The Arabian moaned loudly, and his fingers clutched at Trowa's shoulders. The green eyed boy pressed a soothing kiss to the blonde's forehead, as he continued to clean, and stimulate him. Quatre thrust into the washcloth, the slight roughness of the fabric driving him mad as it stroked over his sensitive cock. The body wash made it slide smoothly up and down the length of his erection. Trowa's hand slid around to rest at the small of Quatre's back. Lightly, the tall boy pressed him forward into the motions of the washcloth. Quatre willing arched into it, wanting to release the need he felt building inside him.


His flesh was overly sensitive. He could feel every drop of water as it slowly caressed it's way down his body. His legs began to wobble as Trowa cleaned him harder, moving the washcloth faster over his arousal. The steam around him clouded his senses, making everything feel hazy and warm. As Trowa stroked him, all else faded into the background. The rushing water was a dull noise in the distance. He ceased to feel the water on his body. All that he was aware of was that washcloth. It slid down to the base of his cock, sending tingly waves of ecstasy rushing though him. Then back up to the head, making him cry out in pleasure.


His fingers dug into the skin of Trowa's shoulders. The blonde tossed his head back, and shamelessly thrust into the movements. He felt himself rising so high, his body was taut, as he bucked his hips in rhythm with Trowa's actions. The green eyed boy knew his lover was close. The slim hips arched towards him with wild abandon. He smiled and quickened his pace. Quatre's whole being was centered on the motion of the washcloth. He swore he could hear it as it rubbed over his cock. So when it sped up, he groaned, and moved with it. The exquisite sensations were becoming too much for him to handle. He lost himself in the rocking dance they were engaged in.


The tenseness of his body built upon itself, until he was rigid, his muscles strained to the breaking point. He heard Trowa growling, felt the hand on his back slide between the slick cheeks of his rear. With a sob he came, climaxing all over the washcloth. His body shook, as it was freed from restraint. He slumped into Trowa's arms. Trowa used a clean part of the wet cloth to gently clean him. Quatre panted in his lover's strong arms as he was washed. As Quatre stood there, his surroundings finally came back to him. He could feel the water cooling down. He shakily moved from the warm embrace of his love, and twisted the knob to make the water warmer.


Then he switched places with his lover, moving Trowa under the hot spray. Trowa moaned in appreciation as the hot water covered his body. Quatre took the washcloth from him and rinsed it thoroughly, as Trowa lathered his hair up. When the tall boy stepped under the water to remove the suds, Quatre slipped behind him, and began to wash his back. He used the bubbles sliding down Trowa's back, working them into the flesh, cleaning away all the traces of purple. Quatre kneeled down, and worked the cloth across over Trowa's ass, rubbing the flesh roughly. Then he slid the washcloth down to stroke over firm thighs.


Trowa spread his legs a little, letting Quatre clean between them. The blonde reached up, and stroked the cloth once up the length of Trowa's cock. The taller boy jumped, slightly startled by the sensations that suddenly flared in his body. Quatre smiled, and began to run the cloth over Trowa's long legs, scrubbing them until they were shiny and clean. Quatre got back to his feet, and reached his arms around Trowa, cleaning his lover's stomach from behind him. Trowa hissed in frustration as Quatre stroked over his nipples. The little buds hardened under the constant stroking of the cloth. Then the blonde wandered down, cleaning the rippling muscles of Trowa's abdomen, sweeping the cloth over him lightly.


Trowa groaned as Quatre neared the area that desperately needed attention. Trowa's cock was growing harder by the second as his blonde lover continued to play with him. Finally, the green eyed boy had had enough. He poured the honeysuckle body wash into his palm, and took his own erection into his hand. Quatre's eyes widened as he saw what Trowa was doing. The washcloth landed on the floor, as Quatre slid around to his lover's front. Trowa's green eyes stared into his blue green ones, as his long fingers pumped his arousal. The emerald orbs were dark with lust as he stroked himself. Quatre's breathing grew heavy as he watched his lover pleasuring himself.


Trowa's hands left his cock, and yanked Quatre to him. With a shriek the blonde was pulled forward. Trowa captured the slender form in his arms, and squeezed lovingly. Quatre's arms wound around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their mouths met with burning intensity. The Arabian could feel Trowa's hardness pressing into his stomach. It triggered his own desires, and he could feel his cock growing again. Their tongues slipped into the other's mouth, and stroked the inner warmth. Trowa's hand, still slick with the body wash, slid between the cheeks of his ass once again.


One finger teased over the tight ring, brushing it, coating it with the gel. Quatre moaned into Trowa's mouth, and writhed in his arms. Trowa slowly slid the first finger inside Quatre's passage. Quatre pushed back, trying to urge the finger deeper. They broke the kiss and Trowa chuckled at Quatre's eagerness. A second finger joined it's mate, pushing itself deep within Quatre's body. The blonde rubbed against Trowa, a silent plea for him to hurry. But Trowa would not be rushed. Quatre rocked back on the digits sliding in and out of him. He shifted, and took one of Trowa's erect nipples into his mouth. The fingers moving within him, pushed deeper, as he licked the stiff bud.


Suddenly, with a startled yell, Trowa jumped and moved them forward, away from the water. Quatre looked at him in surprise. The water had been steadily cooling, until finally it sent an ice cold stream rushing down. Quatre, realizing how chilly it actually was, shivered in Trowa's arms. The banged boy reluctantly removed his fingers, and turned off the water. Both stepped out of the shower, and finally noticed how wrinkled their fingers and toes had become. Trowa grabbed the towels, and wrapped one about his waist. He used the other to dry off Quatre's dripping body. He wrapped the damp towel around Quatre, then he picked up his lover and set him down on the edge of the counter.


Quatre watched with passion filled eyes, as Trowa rubbed himself dry. He slid down from his perch, and let his towel drop to the floor. Trowa, never able to resist the charms of his lover, let his towel fall too, as he pulled the blonde into his arms. He gently lowered him onto the large, thick rug in front of the counter. He folded up his discarded towel, and placed it under Quatre's still dripping, blonde locks. Then he scrambled back into the shower to retrieve the half used bottle of shower gel. He returned to his lover's side, and slid a hand between his milky thighs.


Quatre parted his legs, and let Trowa settle between them. The taller boy saw that Quatre's hair was not the only thing dripping. The blonde's cock rose from between his legs, and dripped with pleasure. Trowa purred as he leaned down to take the erect flesh into his mouth. As he slowly suckled the head, he slid two fingers back inside Quatre's warm haven. They struck something deep inside him, and Quatre bucked up off the floor. The Arabian moaned and squirmed as an electric fire worked to consume him. Trowa's tongue swiped at him, the texture and the teasing threatening to drive him insane with desire.


He was torn as to whether he wanted to be deeper inside Trowa's mouth, or further impaled on his fingers. Trowa's free hand tried to keep his hips steady, but it was a losing battle. The blonde was all over the place. Trying to rock between that mouth, and those fingers, rubbing his now heated skin all over the nubby fabric of the rug. Wanting to feel everything, anything, touching his skin all over. Trowa eased his head down and took all of Quatre's throbbing length into his mouth. The blonde cried out as that fabulous, moist heat enclosed over him. His hands gripped the rug with white knuckles, as Trowa started to suck lightly.


The banged boy's hand slid off his hips, and Quatre wasted no time in arching up into that glorious suction. Trowa's free hand moved upwards to stroke and pinch Quatre's stiff nipples. And he added a third finger to the bunch, wanting to stretch his love as much as possible. Trowa keep striking his sweet spot every time he pushed his fingers in. Quatre was nearly sobbing with frustration. He could feel the blazing within him, as he ascended higher and higher. Waves of lust filled fire poured over him, washing away his senses. Trowa could feel that Quatre was ready, so he slowly slid his mouth off the blonde's throbbing arousal. He pulled his fingers out, and sat back to coat his own aching cock with more of the honeysuckle scented wash.


Quatre watched him through half closed eyes, panting, waiting, needing to be filled in only a way that Trowa could fill him. Trowa leaned over and pulled Quatre into his arms. The fair face was flushed, brilliant eyes clouded with passion. Trowa thanked his lucky stars, and everything else for gracing him with his angel. Their cocks rubbed together, and both boys groaned as pure ecstasy shot from their groins, and sped through them. Trowa pulled them up into a sitting position, and got comfortable, as he positioned Quatre over his straining cock. The Arabian was biting his neck, nails scratching his shoulders, as he begged Trowa to stop torturing him.


The tall boy's hands were gripping his love's slim hips, as he slowly lowered him down onto his erection. But Quatre was too far gone to be patient. Slyly his slid his fingers between them, and pinched Trowa's nipples hard. The green eyed boy gasped, and dropped Quatre quickly onto him, impaling the blonde fully. Trowa almost climaxed at the sudden, hot, tightness that squeezed every inch of his cock. His world shook at the dizzying pleasure. Quatre tensed at the pain that flashed through him, but it was forgotten just as fast, as Trowa hit his sweet spot.


There was still the slight pain of being so filled, but the pleasure far outweighed it. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Quatre's ass resting on Trowa's thighs, as they both breathed heavily. Then Trowa's hand tangled itself into Quatre's wet hair, as he yanked the boy's mouth to his own. Their lips crushed together, and their tongues snaked out to stroke against eachother. The banged boy could feel his love stretching around his width, expanding to accommodate him. His free hand ran up and down the blonde's spine, in an effort to ease the tension from him.


He could feel the muscles loosening, as Quatre relaxed. They broke the kiss, breathless, and lightheaded. Trowa's hands strayed back down to Quatre's hips. He grasped the pale skin, and lifted his lover slightly off him, and then lowered him back down. Quatre gasped as Trowa moved in and out of him. But the shallow movements did little to sate his need. The blonde gripped Trowa's shoulders and lifted himself up, and lowered himself down quickly onto Trowa's cock. Trowa's hands fell from his hips, as he was plunged fully into that tight, gripping warmth.


Quatre's fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving marks. But Trowa couldn't feel it, all he could feel was Quatre's passage surrounding him on all sides. The blonde's eyes were closed in concentration as he moved up, and down. He shifted as he lowered himself quickly, trying to force Trowa's cock as deep as he could. The green eyed boy thrust up, as the blonde moved down. Quatre cried out, as Trowa rammed his sweet spot. His nails scratched at the smooth skin of Trowa's shoulders. They began to build a rhythm, Quatre moving up, and then slamming down, Trowa raising his hips to meet him.


A slow fire started to burn inside them, like the end of a lit fuse. Quatre lifted up, almost fully off Trowa's arousal, and plunged himself back down on it. They both gasped as wave after wave of delicious pleasure rolled through them. They rocked together, Quatre rising as far off Trowa as he could, and then slamming back down, as Trowa drove upward. All their thoughts were consumed by the mere action of moving up, and sinking down. Each brush of the taller boy's cock against that spot deep within Quatre causing the blonde to moan.


The fuse burned brighter, as they moved against each other frantically. It was burning down, almost reaching the point when it would detonate both their worlds. Quatre lifted up, and impaled himself down brutally, Trowa arched up, meeting each downward motion as roughly. The banged boys hands clenched Quatre's hips painfully. The blonde's cock rubbed against the muscles of Trowa's stomach, causing ripples of friction which were almost too much for him. The fuse was growing shorter, as their bodies burned with the intensity.


Quatre rode Trowa's cock with wanton abandon. Moving himself up and down the length feverishly. Trowa couldn't be deep enough in him, couldn't fill him enough. He wanted more. The Arabian slammed down, embedding Trowa as deep as possible. The amazing sensation of that hard cock so deep inside him, stretching him to the limits, was incredible. Every downward motion causing Trowa to smash into his sweet spot, and letting his cock rub the toned flesh of his stomach.


Trowa was feeling the same highs. Quatre moving on top of him, the tight flesh stroking his cock. It squeezed him as he was dragged in and out. The fuse ignited in them burned it's hottest. It was so close to exploding. Quatre rocked up and down as fast as he could, feeling himself climbing to his climax. Trowa let his love work them as high as he could. The pace increasing to breakneck speed.


The fuse reached its end, it sparked as Quatre lifted himself up. As the blonde pushed back down, it detonated, blasting both boys away. Trowa's cock filled Quatre, and struck his sweet spot. The Arabian tensed, and came, coating Trowa's chest, as well as his own. He screamed loudly as his body shuddered with the force of his passion. Trowa thrust up, burying himself in the contracting tightness. As it clenched around his erect cock, he too came, filling Quatre with the warmth of his seed.


They clung to each other, as their worlds spun madly. Their breath coming in short pants, their bodies shaking. They kissed widely, tongues moving rapidly against each other, as the last of the aftershocks tore through them. Their kissing slowed, becoming less rushed, and more lazy, as the feeling of completed satedness washed over them. Their mouths broke apart, and Quatre nuzzled his face into the crook of Trowa's neck. With a sigh of utter contentment the taller boy brushed his fingers over his love's back. They were happy to stay that way for a few minutes, just resting against each other in the aftermath of fervent love making.


Trowa could feel Quatre's breathing slowing, marking the blonde's descent into slumber. He nudged his love, and slid the boy off him, laying him back down on the rug. With wobbly legs, he went back into the shower, and retrieved the washcloth. Trowa settled back by Quatre, and slowly cleaned him. The blonde purred as the cloth was rubbed over him. Trowa finished, and then hurriedly cleaned himself. He helped Quatre to his feet, and then flung the washcloth back into the shower. The two walked hand in hand into the bedroom.


Quatre moved to the bedside, and went to pull down the blanket. Trowa stood behind him, watching the sight his fair lover made. Bent over, looking so unknowingly sexy. Blonde hair still damp, and skin flushed.


"Quatre?"


Quatre looked up from pulling back the covers. "Yes, love?"


"I'm still hungry..."


And that was the only warning the blonde got, before his lover pounced.

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the end.

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