The moon was glowing brightly in the night sky, reflecting off the side of the massive building. One lone occupant sat diligently working at his desk. His blonde hair hung over his eyes, as he read through yet another document. It was a long, and tedious, not to mention repetitious process. And he wasn't even half way through. He had finally sent the rest of his staff home for the day. It looked like he would have to pull another all-nighter. He sighed irritably, and pushed the papers to the side. He picked up the picture of Trowa he had sitting on his desk, and gazed at it longingly. What he wouldn't give to be home right now...
He set the picture down, and pulled the papers back. The sooner he finished them, the sooner he could start on the next batch. Slim fingers rubbed his temples, trying to ease away the headache he could feel coming. There was a light knock on the door to his office. Quatre jerked his head up, startled by the sudden noise. Who would be here at this hour? He had sent everyone home.
His cautious nature took over, and he approached the door slowly. "Who's there?" he called out.
No answer.
"I said, who's there?"
It was still eerily quiet. He went back to his desk, and phoned the security officer on the first floor. The guards were supposed to be the only other ones here. If anyone had gotten in, then they would have seen them. Unless this person didn't want to be seen...
He talked briskly with the head of security, and the man informed him that no one had entered the building. Quatre politely, if not a bit sarcastically, informed him that someone had indeed entered, and they were knocking on his door. The man quickly barked off some orders in the background, and told Quatre that a team was on it's way.
Quatre placed the phone back softly in it's cradle. Another knock was heard. He picked up a letter opener, and held it tightly.
He moved toward the door, "Who's there?"
Nothing.
Quatre stood behind the door, and opened it slowly, ready to pounce on whoever entered. But no one did. He slowly peered around the door. It was Trowa.
Quatre sagged against the frame in relief, "Trowa! You nearly gave me a heart.. attack..."
The boy's attire had finally sunk itself into Quatre's brain. The letter opener slipped from his fingers, and landed silently on the rug. Trowa was dressed.. he was dressed like a girl scout! He had on little black and white saddle shoes, and knee high white socks.
The rest of his long legs were bare, and disappeared under a short, almost indecently so, bright green skirt. He had on a white blouse, and a green vest that matched his skirt. He even had a sash, with a variety of colorful patches. And a little, green beret was perched on top of bangs.
Quatre took this all in slowly. Then he stepped back, looked his lover up and down again, and let out a low wolf whistle.
"I was in the neighborhood," Trowa began, "and I wondered if you would like to buy some Girl Scout cookies.."
Quatre smiled, already beginning to get aroused by this little game, "You just happened to be in the neighborhood? I hope I was your first stop."
Trowa leaned close, and his lips lightly brushed Quatre's ear, "First, and last."
Quatre's breath became a little short. He stepped aside, and motioned for the other boy to come in. Trowa gracefully pranced into the room. Quatre was shutting the door when he heard a commotion down the hall. The security team was rushing towards him. Trowa heard it too, and looked highly nervous. He obviously didn't want anyone else to see him like this. Quatre stepped out of the room, and pulled the door closed behind him.
The officers rushed up to him, clearly glad to see he was unharmed, "Is everything ok here Mr. Winner?"
Quatre nodded, "Yes. I have a.. business meeting.. that I had forgotten about.. I just need some privacy. Sorry to bother you."
One of the guards picked up a bag full of cookies, "What's this sir?"
Quatre snatched it away quickly, trying to ignore the blush he knew was creeping over him. "Umm.. one of the people here must have a daughter, and was trying to sell these.. I'll keep them for her."
The officers smiled, slightly confused. But, if Mr. Winner said as was fine, then they went with it. They headed back down to the security room. When they got there they noticed the live cameras that were inside Mr. Winner's office were turned off.
The head of security looked at them, "Don't ask."
* * *
Quatre reentered his office, and saw Trowa sitting daintily on the sofa, his long legs crossed demurely. The blonde held up the bag. The taller boy smiled, and took it from him.
Quatre brushed a hand through his hair, and regarded Trowa hungrily, "Now.. where were we?"
Trowa pulled a box of cookies from the bag, "I was asking if you were interested in buying my cookies.."
Quatre walked over to his desk, and sat behind it. He motioned for Trowa to take a seat in one the chairs on the other side. The banged boy crossed the room, and sunk into one of the plush chairs.
"Now," Quatre began, "I *am* a business man. Tell me, why should I buy cookies from you?"
Trowa looked thoughtful, "Well.. they taste wonderful in your mouth. You could eat them all day and never get tired. "
Quatre loosened his tie. "I see. That does sound.. appetizing. Do you offer free samples?"
Trowa licked his lips. He spread his legs wide apart, and pulled his skirt up some, letting Quatre see that he wore absolutely nothing underneath it.
The blonde gulped, "I s-see.."
Trowa stood up, and walked around the desk. He climbed into the chair, and straddled Quatre's lap.
"Sample away," the tall boy whispered seductively.
The Arabian purred, and pulled his lover down to kiss his teasing mouth. His hands slid underneath Trowa's ass, and he squeezed the soft flesh.
Trowa moaned into Quatre's mouth, and sucked on the blonde's tongue. He could feel the Arabian's cock growing rock hard under him. He moved against it, rubbing their arousal's together, enjoying the friction of Quatre's pants against his naked erection. His teasing drew a gasp from Quatre, and the blonde broke the kiss. Quatre looked at his lover, growing harder at the picture he made. His lips were swollen from the kiss, and his green eyes were already foggy with lust.
Quatre reached up and pulled the beret from his head, and then helped him lift the sash off. The vest went next, thrown to the floor near the sash. Trowa removed Quatre's tie, and his fingers went for the buttons on his shirt.
Quatre stopped him, "I want to sample slowly.."
Trowa nodded, his breathing heavy. Quatre looked at the banged boy's shirt. It was so thin, it was almost transparent. He could see the dark circles of Trowa's nipples. He gently brushed his fingers over them. Then he placed his thumbs over the buds, and rubbed them through the material. Trowa closed his eyes, and arched into the touch.
The light fabric rubbing against him quickly worked his nipples to hard peaks. Quatre could feel their stiffness through the shirt. He moved his fingers, and leaned over to lick them through the shirt. Even though Trowa couldn't feel that hot wetness directly on his skin, it still sent pulsing waves of pleasure through him. The fabric chafed the swollen nubs, it was so thin he was starting to feel the dampness of Quatre's tongue seeping through. Then Quatre bit down, his teeth squeezing into Trowa's aching nipple, and making him gasp.
He moved to bite the other one, teasing Trowa with his mouth, while his hands strayed to the banged boys toned thighs.
The green eyed boy dug his fingers into Quatre's upper arms. "Please.. touch me.."
Quatre's fingers left his legs, and moved to the buttons of the wet blouse. He began to lazily undo them. Trowa took Quatre's hands into his own, and forced the blonde to rip the flimsy material. Trowa shrugged it down his shoulders, and let it slide off onto the floor. Quatre ran his fingers over the toned chest, the pads tracing light trails all over.
Trowa took one of the pale hands in his own, and slid it over his stiff nipples. His cock grew harder, pushing up from under his skirt. He took Quatre's other hand, and led it under the green material. Quatre sat back a little, and let Trowa lead him where the tall boy wanted. Trowa moved Quatre's hand over his nipples, back and forth between the two, delighting as his smooth palms brushed them. His other hand wrapped Quatre's around his erect cock, and began to move it slowly up and down.
The blonde's cock throbbed, watching, and feeling his lover touch himself through Quatre's hands. It was almost self gratification, with Trowa using the Arabian's hands to get himself off. Working with Quatre to touch himself where he desperately needed it. Trowa's hand squeezed tighter around Quatre's hand on his cock. The ivory digits tightened around the flesh, making Trowa moan, and throw his head back. Trowa grabbed Quatre's wrist, stilling the hand that was stroking his chest. Holding it almost like a lifeline to keep him from falling over.
But Quatre wanted to send his lover over the edge. He stopped his motions on Trowa's cock. The green eyed boy lowered his head, and looked at him pleadingly. Quatre shook his captive hand lightly, and Trowa let go. The blonde slid his free arm around his lover, and pulled him close. Quatre's face was now inches from Trowa's chest. Their hands were still wrapped around Trowa's dripping erection, and now they were trapped between them. The blonde moved his face closer, and drew a hard nipple into his mouth. He licked over the pink bud, biting it, and then kissing it better.
Trowa's hips moved against him, reminding Quatre that his other hand had not yet resumed it's actions. The Arabian smiled as he sucked the nipple, and began to lightly caress the head of Trowa's cock, his thumb rubbing back and forth. He brushed over the opening at the end, and his thumb became wet with Trowa's excitement. Trowa still held that teasing hand in his own, but his fingers were lax around it. The taller boy's other hand went to grasp the top of the chair they were sitting in. He buried his face in Quatre's hair, rubbing his cheek through its softness. He purred like a cat being petted.
Quatre's hand began to slowly work its way up and down the length of Trowa's cock. He rubbed wetness seeping from the head of Trowa's arousal down the hard flesh, coating the banged boy with his own passion. Trowa shifted closer, arching his hips into Quatre's motions, curling his fingers more firmly around the hand stroking him. He was able to slide through the blonde's fingers easily, and he thrust into the fist faster, as he steadily climbed towards his climax. Quatre began to nip and suck at his collarbone, leaving little possessive marks on the smooth skin.
Trowa whimpered into his hair, each bite, each thrust sending him higher. The green eyed boy tightened his hand around his lover's, making the blonde squeeze him so perfectly. Trowa started to pant as his world closed off, and centered only on the two of them. On their hands caressing them. On the hot breath, and scalding tongue moving over him. His thighs began to quiver, as a liquid fire blazed through his veins. Quatre moved his free hand to the small of Trowa's back, pulling him closer, giving him that much more access to the throbbing cock in his other hand. Trowa began to thrust in earnest into the pale hand, his own hand moving with it. The two of them moving in sync to bring him to climax.
He was like a run away train, completely out of control. The hand on his back shifted slightly to pull his skirt up. Cool air breezed over his bare ass, making him shiver at feeling so exposed. Quatre's slacks rubbed to deliciously against his naked thighs, the fabric teasing the tense muscles. And he could feel the Arabian's own hard cock pressing into him. The taller boy was moving even faster in to the slim hand. His hips rocking quickly into the gripping, sliding fingers. He was almost to his summit, pushing hard to get there, digging his own fingers into the pale ones below.
His moaning, and Quatre's panting was the only noise in the room.
"Come for me, my love," came the whispered command.
Trowa cried out, his need so intense he was almost sobbing. The white-hot dam of passion he had been restraining was freed, and he was washed away in the current. Yelling his lover's name, he spilled creamy strands of seed all over them. The wetness covering their hands, their clothes. He slumped against Quatre, his body trembling in the aftermath. The blonde let his skirt fall, and stroked his spine gently.
Trowa's hands left the chair, and his sated erection, and wrapped themselves around Quatre's neck.
The Arabian nuzzled at his chest, brushing his smooth cheek against it. "You're a very persuasive little salesgirl," the blonde teased.
Trowa moved his head down, blowing hot breath in Quatre's ear. "Just wait.. once I finish you'll never want to get to cookies from anyone else."
Quatre wiped his hands on his pants, and moved them up to cup Trowa's face. Bringing it close to his own.
His blue-green eyes were unusually serious. "You're the only one I would *ever* want them from. I'll never need anyone else's."
Trowa's eyes softened to warm pools of melted sea glass. "Let's move to somewhere more comfortable," he whispered, "so I can finish my *presentation*."
He shifted back, and lowered his feet to the floor. He stood up, and smoothed the green skirt down. Quatre moved forward some, scooting to the edge of the chair. He ran his hands up his lover's long legs, from his knees to his thighs. His fingers disappeared under the hem of the skirt. Trowa's fingers brushed over Quatre's face, caressing the fair skin.
The blonde looked up. "You're so beautiful. I can't stop touching you."
Trowa blushed sweetly, and Quatre withdrew his hands, and stood.
Trowa took Quatre's hand in his own, and started pulling him over to the couch. He stopped when the blonde did, and turned around to see what was wrong. Quatre was just staring at him, a faintly dreamy look on his face.
Trowa tilted his head, and looked at his lover. "What?" he asked.
Quatre just shook his head slowly, and smiled at him. "Nothing. I just like looking at you."
The Arabian tugged him closer, bringing their bodies together. Gently, he lowered them to the floor, and maneuvered his lover onto his back.
He laid out on top of Trowa, and snuck a hand up the other boy's skirt. He teased the taller boy's thighs, brushing his fingers lightly over the shaking muscles.
Trowa gasped. "You beast. I'm just an innocent little girl trying to sell cookies, and here you are seducing me."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Innocent, huh?" he moved up to lick at Trowa's ear. "Mmm.. so why didn't you have on anything under your skirt?"
Trowa opened his mouth to reply, but Quatre silenced him with a kiss.
The blonde pulled back, and smiled. "I think your cookies weren't the only thing you wanted me to eat my dear."
The Arabian's wandering hand found its way between Trowa's legs, and wrapped itself around his cock.
The banged boy closed his eyes, and nodded. "You figured me out. Whatever will you do?"
Quatre smiled and started kissing down the side of Trowa's neck. "I'm going to ravish you silly."
Trowa moaned, and arched into Quatre's touch. The blonde's fingers were lightly stroking him. And his warm mouth was trailing all over his neck, and shoulder. His hands reached up to clutch at his lover. He frowned when they came into contact with clothing. The banged boy moved his fingers to the shirt front, and shakily undid the buttons. He slid it down the Arabian's shoulders, and it stuck at his elbows. Trowa made a whimpering sound, frustrated when he couldn't get the shirt off. Quatre kissed him lightly on the mouth, and then removed his hands, and sat back.
The blonde undid the buttons on the cuffs, and let the shirt slide fully off. Trowa sat up on his elbows and watched, captivated as his love undressed. Quatre licked his lips and toyed with the button on his pants. Trowa panted, waiting breathlessly for him to continue. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, the button was undone. And even slower still, the zipper was lowered. The blonde's cock burst free, unhindered since he had worn nothing beneath his slacks.
The green eyed boy raised an eyebrow. "I see I wasn't the only one who did wear anything under their clothes."
Quatre smiled wickedly, and divested himself of his pants, stopping only to yank off his socks and shoes.
Trowa sat up to remove his own socks, and shoes, but Quatre urged him to lie back down. "Leave them on," he whispered, "I like them."
Quatre's words turned his tall lover on even more. Trowa's cock was fully erect, making his skirt rise over the swollen flesh. The tall boy spread his legs, and bent his knees. Quatre moved between the trembling limbs, taking time to runs his fingers over every inch. He caressed Trowa's calves, still encased in the white socks.
Then he moved his teasing upwards to play with the bare skin of the banged boy's knees. And then he made he made his way higher, to Trowa's defined thighs. They shook as Quatre's fingers danced on them. He kneaded them tenderly, and then went back to brushing them lightly. Trowa shivered, each little vibration somehow making his cock even harder.
The front of his skirt grew wet, as his rock hard erection wept with need. "Quatre," he pleaded.
The blonde continued to harass his inner thighs, touching them so gently, it was maddening. Trowa cried out as Quatre's soft hand slipped up his skirt, and cupped his full sac. The Arabian rubbed his thumb over it, stroking it deliberately. Trowa's chest heaved, his breath short. His body was so hot, and his cock was throbbing so hard he thought it might explode. Quatre removed his hand, and slid the hem of the green skirt up to Trowa's middle. He blew lightly on Trowa's dripping cock. The green eyed boy jumped. His breathing became even more rapid. Quatre leaned over, and licked a trail up Trowa's thigh, before taking the leaking head of his arousal into his mouth.
The tall boy jerked in pleasure, and moaned loudly. His long fingers worked themselves into the golden hair of his lover, as he urged him on. The blonde sucked lightly on the head of Trowa's cock, running his tongue all around it. He tasted the warmth of his lover's passion as his tongue swiped the opening. Trowa tried to arch his hips, frantic to bury himself in that sweet, warm mouth. Quatre held him firm with one hand, as he moved down the length, suckling more of that heated flesh. Trowa's head thrashed around on the carpet, his bangs flying all over.
The amazing sensation of that soft flesh working over his hard flesh was quickly bringing him to release. The Arabian's long bangs brushed against Trowa's stomach, tormenting him further. Quatre moved his head back, and began to suck, and lick, and then swallowed him whole again. Each touch from that wet tongue flowed through Trowa. He could feel it everywhere. Every nerve, every inch of skin was stimulated. He ached, he burned, he yearned for release. His body was coiled tight, his muscles tensed, and ready to spring free. He was so close..
And then Quatre removed his mouth. Trowa wailed in protest, as the warm suction was taken away. His cock glistened now, jutting up from between his legs. Trowa released Quatre's hair, and whimpered. Quatre was looking around, his eyes searching for something.
"In the cookie boxes," Trowa panted.
Quatre looked confused for a second, before he smiled in understanding. "A Girl Scout is always prepared?" he teased.
Trowa nodded, his green eyes glazed with passion. He sat up part way, moving his face closer to Quatre's. "Now prepare me, and make love to me, before I go crazy."
Quatre purred at the undisguised lust in his lover's voice. His blue-green eyes darkened in response. He pushed Trowa back down, and crawled on his hands and knees over him, to a nearby box of cookies. Sure enough, when he opened it numerous tubes of lubrication spilled out.
Trowa was lying back, and as Quatre moved over him, the blonde's stomach was near his face. With an evil smile, the banged boy slid down some, and took the Arabian's rock hard cock into his mouth. Quatre gasped as burning, wet heat surrounded his aching arousal. Molten warmth pooled between his legs, and made them turn to jelly. His arms wavered, and he almost fell onto Trowa. The tall boy grasped his lover's hips, and bobbed his head up and down his pulsing cock. Quatre cried out and thrust down into Trowa's mouth, those rosy lips making his erection pound. He ached to fill Trowa's mouth with his passion.
Then Trowa pulled back, and moved up. Quatre panted trying to regain his senses, and the use of his body, before he moved back. He crawled between Trowa's thighs, his eyes scanning the form of his lover. He tried to frown at Trowa for that unmerciful taste of heaven, but his lips curved upwards instead. Trowa's beauty never ceased to awe him. He ran his fingers up, over his flat stomach, and then brushed his erect nipples. He caressed him tenderly, loving the feel of Trowa's skin under his fingers.
All pretense of their little game was forgotten. "You're so beautiful, Trowa. I'm in love with the most beautiful boy ever created." Quatre's eye's shone with affection, and sincerity.
Trowa brought one of his pale hands to his face, and nuzzled his cheek against it. "No. *I'm* in love with the most beautiful boy ever created." Trowa placed a light kiss on Quatre's palm. "Now love me Quatre. Love me as only you can."
Quatre's hand shook as he withdrew it. He lightly kissed Trowa's mouth, his face, as he applied the lube to his fingers. He parted the cheeks of his lover's pert ass, and brushed over the hidden entrance. Smoothly, he eased an oiled finger through the tight ring of muscle and into his Trowa.
The tall boy's mouth dropped open as he squirmed to push that digit in further. He could feel the cool gel coating his inner walls, it contrasted greatly with the heat consuming the rest of his body. Quatre slid the first finger in as far as he could. He wiggled it around, making Trowa's hips buck at the sensations. The he pulled it almost all the way out, and pushed two back in. He could feel the tight muscles relaxing as he stroked them. The blonde moved his fingers in and out, spreading the lube all inside his panting lover. Trowa's hips were moving in time with his fingers.
The banged boy rocked back on the digits, wanting them to be deeper, thicker. Quatre added a third, and Trowa could feel himself stretching around them. It felt so wonderful, his love massaging him in the most intimate way. His hips shot up suddenly, as electric pleasure shocked through him. The blonde had found his sweet spot. Quatre aimed for that spot, hitting it again. Trowa's fingers were trying to grip the carpet as he worked his body onto the Arabian's slim fingers. He was writhing around on the floor, helpless under the onslaught of sensations.
Quatre withdrew his fingers, knowing his green eyed love was more than ready. Trowa looked at him with pleading eyes. Quatre nodded, and squeezed a bunch of lube into his hand. He took his aching cock into his slippery fingers, and coated it heavily. The tall boy's breath stopped as he watched his lover lubricate the rigid cock he knew would soon be inside him. The blonde wiped his hand on the carpet as he leaned over the banged boy. Their mouths met, lips on fire, as Quatre slowly pushed himself into the slick tightness. They moaned together, their joined mouths quieting the sounds.
Trowa's hot passage stretched around Quatre's thick cock, the muscles gripping into him in the most mind blowing way. And Quatre's throbbing erection filled Trowa completely, opening him as it slid deeper. They panted, breaking the kiss as the blonde impaled the banged boy fully. Their foreheads rested together as they halted, both trying to absorb all the amazing feeling their bodies were experiencing.
Trowa brought his legs up to wrap them around Quatre. The Arabian moaned as he was forced further into the warm haven of his lover's body. He hit Trowa's sweet spot, and the tall boy cried out, and arched his hips. The blonde began to move, thrusting shallowly into Trowa's tightness. Trowa's arms wound around Quatre's neck, keeping them close as they moved together. Quatre pulled out a bit further, and drove back in. Then out further still, and in even deeper. Trowa arched his hips up to meet every thrust, wantonly slamming their hips together as Quatre sunk his cock in. The tall boy's arousal rubbed along the tight muscles of the blonde's stomach.
Trowa's hips swayed back and forth between the two equal stimulants. Quatre's hard cock filling him, stroking all along his inner walls. And the feeling of his own throbbing cock being teased by Quatre's stomach. He was warm all the way to his toes. Each thrust sending hot tingles through him, making his body almost unbearably hot. He was sweltering, sizzling passion working his senses, inflaming his awareness. He was moaning incoherently, too far gone to control himself.
Quatre began to thrust harder, the sweet moaning from Trowa spurring him on. He pulled out, until just the tip of his cock remained, and then slammed back in, burying his length inside the enticing heat. The tight flesh surrounded him perfectly, like it was made to fit him. He cried out as it squeezed him. He was lost in the impassioned fervor. The heat from Trowa's body spreading to him, devouring his sensibility.
They moved together quickly. Quatre pounding deep into Trowa, driving him to the edge, hitting his sweet spot, making him yell as the pleasure drowned him. They were fast approaching the brink that once toppled over would fling them into bliss. The blonde wrapped his hand around Trowa's cock. He pumped it hard, wanting to send his lover deep into orgasmic heaven. The tall boy arched his hips up, bending his back into a position only he was capable of. The angle drove Quatre deep inside him, making him hit that glorious spot. The blonde's fingers squeezed his stiff cock as he plunged into his passage.
Trowa cried out, choking on all of his desire. He tensed under he lover, and screamed his name as he covered them with his sticky ecstasy. His body exploded, everything breaking apart into tiny pieces, all of them throbbing in rhapsody. Quatre continued to thrust, the tense walls around his invading cock becoming a vise. They gripped him, tightening more and more. He pulled back, and thrust back in, the contracting haven becoming too much for him to resist. Crying out, he let himself fall over into the oblivion. He filled Trowa with his creamy seed, coming so hard it was almost blindingly pleasure full. His nerves burst, all of them on fire, and screaming in delight.
Quatre dropped onto Trowa's chest, both panting, sated beyond belief. Trowa's legs tightened around him, keeping him deep, not letting him go. The blonde pressed light kisses to the sweaty chest below him. Needing to keep touching his lover, to assure himself that these sensations were real. They held each other close, their hearts beating rapidly in unison. The universe was a haze around them, all that existed for them was the other.
Reluctantly, Quatre lifted himself up. Trowa's legs shakily slid to the floor. The blonde pulled out slowly, kissing his lover at the same time. They cuddled back together, sticky, sweaty, and thoroughly satisfied. Trowa sighed happily as Quatre ran his fingers though his damp hair.
He wiggled out of the wet skirt and tossed it away. "So, do I get my great sex badge?" he teased.
Quatre chuckled, "Oh, most definitely. But.. what will I do about mine?"
Trowa licked his lips, "You'll look stunning in the beret."
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the end? ^_~
Other disclaimers: I don't hold any claims to The Girl Scouts of America. The uniform, and cookies are used without permission. And the great sex badge is purely fictional ^_~ |