{ ON THE GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP }

Trowa wearily eased the front door open. It had been a long night. The circus had been sold out, and the show had run two hours over schedule. Then, one of the lions had gotten sick, and he'd had to sit with it while the vet checked it out. All in all it was well past midnight before he got back to the safehouse they were currently using. The only thing he wanted to do was take a shower, then curl up in bed with his blonde haired lover. He crept silently past the other pilots' room. Hmmm, that's funny. Usually those three are at it until all hours. But tonight their room was noticeably quiet. He chanced a glance inside the bedroom and saw it was uninhabited.


Trowa shrugged his shoulders, he was too tired to wonder. He continued down to the end off the hall, and pushed open the door to his and Quatre's room. He was surprised to see the lights on, and the bed vacant. Where is everybody? Usually when I get home this late Quatre's asleep already, and Heero, Duo, and Wufei have screwed themselves into a stupor.


"Quatre?" he called out tentatively.


"I'm in the bathroom, Trowa. I'll be out in a second."


Trowa let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Quatre, why are you still up? You didn't have to wait, I could've woken you when I got in."


Quatre's voice wafted out from the bathroom. "I have a surprise for you."


Trowa's curiosity was piqued. Quatre's surprises were usually.. inventive. He stifled a yawn. Quatre better hurry, or I'll be asleep before he gets out here. Trowa wandered over to the bed, and sank into it's softness. He pulled off his shoes and let them fall to the floor. His socks and turtleneck quickly met with the same fate. The tall pilot laid down with his arms folded behind his head.


He made quite a yummy sight, stretched out like that, clad only in form fitting jeans with nothing below them.


"Quatre, love, you better hurry. I'm not going to last much longer."


"Just a few more minutes. It'll be worth it. Keep talking, it will keep you awake."


"OK. Where are Heero, Duo, and Wufei? Their room was empty."


"I sent them out. It didn't take too much convincing. There's some new club in town and Duo was dying to go. So, predictably he dragged Heero and Wufei with him. God only knows when they'll be back. You know those three. Get a few drinks into them, and they virtually ravage eachother where they're standing. But, that works out well for us, since I made it clear I didn't want to be disturbed."


Trowa closed his eyes, a barely visible smirk on his lips. When Quatre got into one of his moods, nothing stood in his way. Once he got an idea into his head, he was more goal oriented than Heero "perfect soldier" Yuy. Trowa's thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door creaked open. He sat straight up, all thoughts of tiredness leaving him. His eyes widened in shock (and pure lust), and his mouth hung agape. He looked like the cartoon wolf, who'd just spotted little red riding hood.


"Well, Trowa? I trust you like it?"


Trowa could only nod, the sight before him left him speechless. Quatre was dressed in a very short, very pink dress. It was high waisted, with a large bow that tied in the back. It had small, puffy sleeves that were trimmed in lace, as was the hem. There was so much netting underneath it, it practically stood straight out. And as Quatre turned around, it flared up giving Trowa a view of Quatre's panties. They were white, with three evenly spaced pink ruffles. He had on little white socks with delicate pink frills, and shiny black Mary Jane's. Quatre's hair was done in numerous fat curls, with a pink bow nestled in them. And in his right hand he carried a striped lollipop that was at least twice as big as his head.


Then Quatre lifted the lollipop, and began to lick it slowly. His tongue traveling from the bottom to the top, then back again. Until the entire surface was glistening. The sight of Quatre garbed like Shirley Temple had made Trowa harden instantly. But then seeing the blonde's tongue work that lollipop, Trowa realized just how tight his pants were.


"Quatre," he pleaded.


Trowa reached out to grab him, but Quatre sidestepped and walked to the end of the bed.


"Trowa," he chided, "I'm not finished."


Trowa just watched him hungrily, his eyes never straying. Quatre began to dance daintily, his shoes tapping on the floor. Every now and then he'd spin, and give Trowa another glimpse of those ruffled panties.


Then Quatre started singing, and Trowa all but lost it. "On the good ship, lollipop, it's a sweet trip to the candy shop. Where bon-bons play, on the sunny beach of a peppermint bay."


About that time Trowa knew if he didn't have Quatre soon, he'd just come in his pants. As if sensing this, Quatre stopped his dancing and walked to the edge of the bed.


He put his lollipop in Trowa's face. "Wanna lick on my lolly?" he said coyly.


Trowa nearly growled and snatched it away. He threw it to the ground and pulled Quatre to him. "I want to lick something, but not that damned lollipop."


"Oh yeah? Maybe you'd like to taste my man-candy instead?"


Trowa made a strangled noise, and yanked Quatre onto the bed. The two tumbled back with Quatre landing on top. His skirt was so short it had risen to his waist, which left his ruffled clad rear wiggling appealing in the air. Their mouths met, and Trowa released his pent up longing. His tongue slid out, desperate to gain access to the Arabian's mouth. Quatre obligingly opened it to let Trowa in. Their tongues caressed eachother, then they began exploring the other's inner crevice.


Trowa noted that Quatre tasted of the lollipop he'd been enjoying earlier. Quatre's hand strayed down his chest. He began to trace circles around Trowa's nipples. At his slightest brush, they hardened immediately. When he tweaked them, he was rewarded by Trowa groaning into his mouth. Wanting to illicite more reactions from the green eyed pilot, he moved his hand lower, until he was cupping Trowa's erection through his jeans. Trowa moaned and arched into his hand. The HeavyArms pilot didn't think he could handle much more of this delicious torture. So he flipped them over, placing himself on top. It was his turn to dish out that enjoyable agony.


His eyes drank in every inch of Quatre. From the bow, which was now slightly askew, to the panties, which could scarcely contain his straining hardness. Trowa settled between Quatre's legs, and casually ran his hands up the blonde's thighs. He continued rubbing his inner legs, until the Arabian hissed in frustration. Trowa's fingers grazed his aching arousal, and Quatre cried out in need. Then Trowa leaned over and kissed him roughly, which Quatre returned with equal force. At the same time, his hand slid inside Quatre's panties and encircled his swollen member. The blonde whimpered and Trowa broke the kiss.


"Keep singing," he whispered.


Then the banged pilot started to lick his ear. His tongue tracing the delicate shell, leaving no part untouched.


"On the good ship, lollipop, it's a nice trip, into bed you hop. And dream away, on the good ship, lollipop," Quatre choked out.


"Keep going," Trowa urged, as he pumped Quatre's length. Quatre was panting so hard he could hardly get the words out.


"Lemonade stands, everywhere. Crackerjack bands, fill the air. And there you are, happy landings on a chocolate bar."


Trowa was stroking him harder now. His hand was sliding from the tip to the base, and back, a never ending assault. The brown haired boy felt the blonde's hip bucking upward, and knew neither of them would last much longer. His own neglected manhood was throbbing behind his zipper. He pulled his hand away and Quatre protested at the loss.


"Quatre, I want to be in you," Trowa said hoarsely.


Quatre nodded. Trowa crawled over to the bedside and nearly jerked the drawer from the night stand. He frantically searched it, tossing various items to the floor, before he found what he was looking for. He grabbed it, then returned to his lover.


"Turn over," the tall boy commanded huskily.


Quatre rolled onto his stomach, then lifted himself onto his hands and knees. His skirt was all bunched up around his midsection. Trowa reached over and slid the ruffled undergarments to his knees. Then he reached down and unzipped his pants. His cock essentially burst from it's confinement. He wriggled his jeans downward a bit.


"Ohhhh, Trowa hurry!"


Quatre waved his ass around, as if to prove the urgency. It was all the motivation Trowa needed. He squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers and inserted two into Quatre. The blonde gasped at the sudden intrusion, but he quickly grew accustomed to it.


Trowa added a third finger, and began to spread them. Soon Quatre was pushing back on those fingers, trying to make them go deeper. Trowa took this as a sign he was prepared. He pulled them out, and coated his cock liberally with more lubrication. He positioned himself at Quatre's entrance, but hesitated.


"Oh, God, Trowa! Fuck me hard! Fuck me now!"


That was what the banged boy was waiting to hear. He seized the Arabian's hips, and lunged forward, until he was fully sheathed in Quatre's tight heat. It took all Trowa's will not to pound Quatre like there was no tomorrow. All his muscles were tensed, but he held back and waited for Quatre to adjust to him.


When he felt the blonde relax, he started to thrust in and out, until he heard his lover cry out. Stars exploded before Quatre's eyes. Trowa knew that he'd hit Quatre's sweet spot. Trowa angled himself so that every time he drove in he hit that same spot. He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in again and again. Quatre's tightness was massaging Trowa's cock on all sides. The sensation was making him heady. He knew he was on the verge. He reached beneath Quatre and grasped the blonde's cock, his hand still greasy with the lube.


His other hand clutched Quatre's shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric. Trowa started to caress Quatre's cock in time with his thrusts.


The Arabian started to writhe under him. "Oh, Trowa! Harder! Harder!"


Trowa ground his cock in harder as he groped Quatre faster. His hand was traveling up and down Quatre's length in frenzied motions. The other clenched the blonde's shoulder with a vise like grip. And he was driving his cock in frantically. Suddenly Quatre stiffened and screamed, as he spilled his seed all over Trowa's hand and the bedspread. His inner walls convulsed then clamped down on Trowa's erection. One more thrust was all Trowa needed, before he sprayed Quatre's passage with his hot seed.


Both boys were so exhausted that they collapsed in a heap of limbs, and pink ruffles. They were gasping, but neither wanted to move. They were too busy enjoying the waves of pleasure coursing through them. Trowa, realizing he was most likely crushing Quatre, pulled out, relishing that final spasm that hit him. They laid there for a while, the couple too sated to stir. Then the tall pilot rolled over and squirmed out of his pants. Then he reached over and unzipped his lover's dress. Then he tugged his panties the rest of the way off, and tossed them to the floor. He turned Quatre over and helped him out of the dress. The socks and the shoes went next, followed by the bow. Then Trowa pulled the stained comforter out from below them and it joined the other articles on the bedroom floor.


Once all this was accomplished, Trowa pulled Quatre into his arms. Then he pulled the sheet over their naked bodies. Quatre snuggled in closer, his curls tickling Trowa's neck.


"This is what I dreamed of doing all day," Trowa murmured.


"What?" Quatre asked sleepily.


"Holding you."


"Mmmm, me too."


Trowa pulled back so he could look at Quatre's face. "Of course, all the stuff in between was nice too. Thank you."


He leaned over and brushed a kiss across Quatre's lips. Then he pulled back again. "How *did* you know about the Shirley Temple thing?"


Quatre blushed. "Well, I was cleaning your closet, and I noticed the tapes. At first I though maybe they were porn, but I was more surprised to see they were Shirley Temple movies. I never took you for that type."


"It's my secret addiction. Well, that, and you." With that Trowa hauled Quatre onto his chest and kissed him soundly. "Besides, I'm not the only one. I saw your "Annie" tapes."


Quatre nuzzled Trowa's neck, and planted light kisses there. The blonde shifted up and began to nip at Trowa's ears. Then his tongue darted out and he began to suck the banged pilot's earlobe. Trowa started to squirm, delighting in the treatment.


Quatre stopped and whispered. "I'll be Annie, if you'll be Daddy Warbucks."


Trowa's eyes widened at the though of Quatre in that little red dress. "Tomorrow, little one, tomorrow."


Then Trowa closed his eyes and let the blonde continue with his ministrations, taking pleasure from all the passion that was once again flowing through him.

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