{ SPLISH SPLASH }

Trowa was still pouting. Quatre sighed to himself. Four days. Four looong days. And his lover was still sulking. Quatre felt overly guilty for what had happened. It hadn't really been the blonde's fault. He simply asked Trowa to take the pan out of the oven. How was he supposed to know Trowa would forget the oven mitts? The tall boy had burned his hands quite thoroughly. Not bad enough to scar, just enough to warrant medical treatment.


Now Trowa had to keep his hands bandaged for the next week. He couldn't touch Quatre, hold his hand, feel his skin. To say the least the banged boy was rather unhappy.


Quatre wandered around the kitchen, taking out various food items in an attempt to bake, and therefore release some of his pent up tension. He had already made six pies, three souffles, a two layer cake, a twenty pound turkey, nine loaves of bread, and he was halfway through strawberry shortcake. It wasn't helping.


He was pureeing the strawberries when he heard Trowa shuffle into the kitchen. He turned around to see his lover staring forlornly at the ground, and sighing. Quatre couldn't have expressed it better himself. Four days of not having Trowa be able to touch him. Four days without the feeling on long fingers in his hair, running over his chest, up his legs.. Quatre turned the blender on high. He missed the light touches, the soft caresses. But the worst part was when Trowa had told him that they couldn't make love until his hands were healed.


Trowa said that since his hands were incapacitated he couldn't prepare Quatre fully, and he didn't want to risk hurting him. Quatre had said he would be fine, but Trowa was steadfast. And it wasn't that Quatre couldn't wait, it was just that he didn't want to. They had been able to do other things, that were definitely satisfying. And it wasn't just that they were fifteen, and they had raging hormones. They loved each other, and they liked to touch. But that couldn't match the feeling of having Trowa take him, fill him, claim him so completely.. Quatre looked at the liquid goo that used to be strawberries.


He turned off the blender. This wasn't helping matters. They were both edgy. They needed to relax, to be together. But Trowa was adamant about waiting. Quatre pulled the blender off the stand, and looked at the ruined fruit. He could wait. It would only be a week more. He turned around, blender in hand, and saw Trowa trying to itch a spot high on his chest. The green eyed boy's hands were so thoroughly bandaged they formed thick, shapeless gloves around his hands. His shirt was pulled up to mid chest, and he was rubbing a swathed hand over the spot, trying unsuccessfully to scratch it. Quatre almost dropped the container onto the floor.


No, no. He *couldn't* wait. But how could he convince Trowa? Wait. What was it Duo had been saying? Quatre racked his brain. oh, yes! Duo had been rambling on about his and Heero's exploits in the bathtub. Duo said that Heero had taken him without lubrication. That the bath water had been enough. Hmm...how to get Trowa into the tub, without him suspecting.


Quatre looked down at the blender, and smiled as the plan came to him. "Oh, Trowa, let me itch that for you," he said.


When he was close enough the blonde "accidentally" tripped, and splattered the entire contents onto his lover's shirt, chest, and pants. Trowa gasped as the fruit hit him, and began to run down his body.


Quatre rushed up to him. "Trowa! I'm so sorry! Oh, let me help you get cleaned up."


Quatre grabbed a towel, and tried to wipe off the red liquid that seemed to cover Trowa.


He sighed, "It looks like you'd better take those clothes off so they can be cleaned. And then you should take a shower, and wash it off."


Trowa eyed him funny, not quite trusting him. "It will be hard to take a shower with my hands like this," he indicated to the large, gauzy lumps at the end of his wrists.


Quatre thought for a moment. "Hmmm.. You're right. How about a bath then? I could help you."


Trowa looked at him closely, and then shrugged. "Ok. I might need help undressing though."


Quatre fought the urge to giggle madly. It had worked! He forced himself to stay calm. Trowa might balk if he caught on too soon.


Best to play it innocent. "Of course I'll help. I mean it was my fault being so clumsy, and all."


Trowa gave him one last suspicious look, and then turned and headed upstairs. Quatre waited until he was gone, and the danced around the kitchen. Yes, Yes! It was working perfectly! He stopped. What was he doing? He had a gorgeous lover upstairs waiting to be undressed. He threw the blender into the sink, and rushed after Trowa.


The Arabian ran up the stairs, and straight to the bathroom. Trowa was standing in the middle of the spacious area looking at his hands in frustration. He turned around at Quatre's entrance, and lowered his hands to his sides.


He sighed angrily, "I can't..."


Quatre walked over to him, and put a hand on his chest. "It's ok Trowa. I'll help you. Just relax. I'll do everything."


The blonde backed away, and walked to the bathtub. It was a huge, sunken tub, with three small steps leading up to it. Quatre stepped up, and leaned into the tub, to stop the drain. He knew Trowa was watching, so he stayed bent in that position for a bit longer than necessary.


He finally leaned up a little and started the water, adding some bubbles, and various bath oils in. It smelled sweet, without being overwhelming. And it would hopefully provide enough lubrication. Quatre crossed his fingers, and hoped that all went according to plan. He turned, and walked back to his lover who was waiting patiently for him. The blonde reached out, and grabbed the hem of Trowa's shirt, sliding it up over his chest. Quatre's hands brushed over his nipples, and Trowa let out a little gasp. He couldn't do anymore than that, because Quatre pulled the shirt over his head, muffling him.


It was pulled down his arms, and the Arabian carefully removed Trowa's injured hands from the sleeves. Then Quatre dropped to his knees before Trowa. The tall boy inhaled sharply. Quatre just smiled, and reached for his shoe. Trowa exhaled, and made a small disappointed noise. The blonde quickly freed his lover of his socks, and shoes, and stood back up, his fingers going for the button of Trowa's pants. The muscles of Trowa's stomach tightened, as Quatre's fingers ghosted across them, and unfastened his pants. The blonde glided the pants down Trowa's long, supple legs. He wore nothing underneath.


The green eyed boy stepped out of them, and Quatre took a long appreciative look at his lover. Trowa seemed to get more stunning every day. Strong, muscular arms, a well defined chest, and those shapely legs. He was well built, but still managed to look lean, and graceful. It was marred only by the sticky, red stain covering his stomach. Quatre finally realized he was staring when he looked up to Trowa's face, and found his lover blushing. The blonde reached up, and wrapped his arms around the banged boy's neck. He pulled slightly, causing their bodies to rub against each other.


Trowa leaned down, and caught Quatre's mouth. They kissed languidly, with Quatre slowly coaxing Trowa's mouth open. Trowa obliged, and let Quatre's tongue leisurely explore his mouth, as his own tongue unhurriedly slipped into Quatre's. The blonde could feel Trowa's enjoyment as it hardened against his stomach. One teasing hand slid from Trowa's neck, and proceeded to trail down his side. It moved behind him, and began tracing lines up and down the tall boy's spine. Trowa shivered slightly, and Quatre pulled him closer. The green eyed boy moaned into his lover's mouth as his erect flesh was ground into Quatre's stomach.


Trowa could feel Quatre's own excitement growing against his thigh. Quatre's kisses turned more passionate, as the Arabian's tongue worked the banged boy's mouth. Sweet, pink velvet sweeping over every part of that moist heat. Quatre claimed Trowa's mouth, licking all of it, blending their tastes into one. The constant stroking of their tongues making both boys dizzy with desire.


And suddenly Quatre moved away. Trowa whimpered, and moved closer, trying to recapture that delicious feeling.


Quatre just skirted away, and tried to catch his breath. "Trowa.. I think you should get into the tub now."


Trowa sauntered over to him. There could be no other words to describe the sexy sway of his hips. The tall boy leaned in very close to Quatre. The blonde could feel the warmth of his exhales on his face.


"Are you sure that what's you want?" Trowa questioned, as he lightly brushed a swathed hand over the bulge in Quatre's pants.


Quatre bit back a groan, as he forced himself not to lean forward into that caress. As much as he would enjoy it, he had bigger plans.


He steadied his breathing, and put his palms on Trowa's chest. "Yes. You're a mess, let's get you cleaned up."


Trowa's lower lip jutted out slightly in disappointment. He made quite a sight standing there, naked, aroused, and pouting. It took all of Quatre's will not to pull the banged boy on top of him, and let Trowa have his way. But the blonde knew his lover wouldn't be upset for long.


He guided Trowa to the tub, and helped him step in. The green eyed boy sank into the water with a sigh of contentment. He placed his bandaged hands on the rim of the tub.


Quatre kneeled beside him. "There. Now doesn't that feel nice?" Quatre asked.


Trowa smiled slightly, a hint of something in his eyes. "I know something that would feel nicer."


Quatre gulped. Just who was doing the seducing here? If he wasn't careful Trowa would wear down what little resistance he had, and all of this would be for naught. He smiled innocently, and picked up a nearby sponge, refusing to rise to the bait. He dipped it into the water, and began to carefully wash Trowa's arms. The tall boy frowned at first, wondering why Quatre was being so stubborn, but as the blonde moved the sponge across his skin all coherent thoughts fled.


The Arabian slowly cleaned his arms, and then turned him around and began on his back. The soft, light strokes of the sponge making Trowa's flesh tingle. Quatre dragged the sponge across his shoulders, and worked it in smooth motions down his back. Trowa closed his eyes, and leaned into the touch. The green orbs fluttered open when Quatre abruptly stopped. Trowa turned around to see why, and his breath caught in his throat. Quatre was slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Once it was fully opened, he slid it down off his milky shoulders, and let it puddle on the floor.


Quatre looked into Trowa's curious eyes. "It was getting wet, so I thought I'd remove it," he said simply.


Trowa nodded, and turned back around, a knowing smile gracing his features. The blonde picked the sponge back up, and resumed his path down Trowa's back. He moved the sponge lower, and lower, softly cleaning his lover with smooth strokes. He had to lean further into the tub, to reach all the way down. By that time his arms were fully submerged.


"Hmmm," Quatre thought aloud, "this is harder than I thought. It's just hard to get all of you from this angle..."


Trowa smirked to himself, "Maybe you should get in then. It would be easier that way."


Quatre nodded thoughtfully, as if he hadn't thought of that. He stood up, and walked down the steps. He turned away from Trowa, and bent over to remove his shoes, and socks. He could feel Trowa's hungry gaze burning into him, and he shivered in delight. He straightened back up, and unfastened the button of his pants, and pulled down the zipper. Slowly he slid his pants over his firm, round ass, and down his ivory legs, bending over completely in the process.


He heard Trowa gasp, "Q-Q-Quatre. You weren't wearing underwear.."


"That's right lover. And now I'm not wearing anything."


He kicked his pants away, turned around and stood there, letting Trowa see every inch of his smooth, slender body. Trowa gaped, committing every curve, every nuance, of Quatre's body to his memory. The blonde was so beautiful. His smooth, pale skin screamed to be touched, caressed. Trowa cursed his bandages for the millionth time. Quatre walked back over to the tub, and stepped in. He too sighed, as he submersed himself in the warm water. Trowa stared at him ravenously, his eyes darkening with desire. Quatre merely smiled, and grabbed the sponge. He was going to push Trowa to his limits, so the banged boy would be helpless to refuse.


The Arabian shifted, so he was on his knees, and moved closer to his lover. Gently he began to run the sponge over Trowa's muscled chest. Trowa began to pant under the tender strokes. Quatre pushed him back lightly, so that Trowa was laying against the side of the tub, his arms outstretched on the rim. The tall boy leaned his head back with his eyes closed, and started breathing heavier, as the sponge worked its way lower. It moved down over his nipples, causing him to hiss, and arch slightly upward. Quatre chuckled, and stroked it over his flat stomach. The blonde could feel the muscles tensing as he brushed across them. He lingered there, scrubbing away the strawberry mess he'd made earlier.


Trowa's breath hitched, as that teasing sponge moved even lower. The banged boy felt the water moving and he opened his eyes, and nearly cried as he saw that Quatre had moved away. He whined in protest. Quatre looked at him, and smiled devilishly. He picked up one of Trowa's legs, and rubbed the sponge over the arch of his foot. Steadily he moved it higher, up over thin ankles, and shapely calves. He stopped at the knee, and began the same torture with the other leg. Once that was finished the blonde spread his lover's legs, and moved between them. With deliberate movements, he washed Trowa's thighs. Never once touching the throbbing region between them. Trowa thought he would pass out from need if Quatre didn't stop playing.


The Arabian dropped the sponge into the water, and Trowa let out a breath of relief. Finally Quatre would stop tormenting him. He smiled, chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation.


Quatre smiled back, "All clean. Do you need help getting out?"


Trowa's mouth dropped in shock. He growled and wrapped his legs around Quatre's waist, and pulled. The blonde fell against his chest in surprise. Quatre's own breath started to come quicker as he felt Trowa's erection rubbing against his stomach.


"I think you missed a spot," Trowa whispered.


And with that he arched against Quatre, moaning as his rigid cock brushed against that smooth skin.


Quatre started panting, as he snaked a hand between them. "Mmmm, I think that needs to be *hand* washed," Quatre said coquettishly.


The Arabian wrapped his fingers around Trowa's engorged, pulsing cock, and squeezed it softly. The tall boy threw his head back, as fire blazed its way through his veins. That one simple touch had rocked him to the core. His legs turned to jelly, and they fell from their vise like grip around Quatre. Unconsciously he spread those long limbs, giving Quatre free reign to do as he pleased.


The blonde massaged the tip of his arousal, his thumb tracing circular patterns. Quatre rubbed the digit over the opening at the end of his cock, and felt Trowa's pleasure dripping out. He ran his hand up, and down the length of his lover's ample cock, pumping slowly. Trowa thrust up in that hand, urging it to go faster, give him the release he needed. Quatre continued to pump idly, ignoring the green eyed boy's frantic pleas. A burning heat was scalding it's way through Trowa. It started to pool between his legs, making him forget everything but that satiny hand stroking him. The banged boy could feel himself climbing to his peak. Each measured stroke catapulting him higher, and higher.


Trowa's mouth fell open, as he panted. Every nerve was alive in him, strained and humming. Quatre moved his hand faster. Sliding along Trowa's cock more roughly, more urgently. Trowa continued to thrust into the tunnel the blonde's hand made. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, and imagined it was Quatre's tightness surrounding him, and not just the Arabian's hand. The green eyed boy was almost to his pinnacle. White hot flames overtook his blood, and coursed through him. Trowa's body quivered with the sensations. Quatre noticed this, and removed his hand.


Trowa whimpered piteously, and bucked up, trying to satiate his aching cock. His eyes flew open, as he felt Quatre settling on top of him. Felt the blonde's swollen cock jutting into his stomach.


"Q-Q-Quatre," Trowa managed to say between pants, "what.. what are you doing?"


"Sshhh, love. I want you to take me. I need to feel you inside of me."


Trowa's control was frayed, and he was nearly sobbing with need. But he knew that if he took Quatre this way, he'd hurt his little lover. He was torn, as he felt Quatre shifting over him. But his will to never cause Quatre pain won out. Trowa wiggled around, trying to get out from beneath Quatre.


Quatre stopped moving, and sat frozen, a stunned expression on his face.


"Quatre, no. I don't want to hurt you."


Quatre smiled earnestly, "Trowa, you won't. I put so much oil in, that plus the water will lubricate me."


Trowa steeled himself, and put his hands against Quatre's chest, and pushed lightly. The bandages got a little damp, but at the moment he didn't care. He knew if he didn't get Quatre off his lap, and very soon, that he'd lose his last shred of control, and pound into the boy. Trowa applied more pressure, trying to remove Quatre.


Quatre took the hint, and lifted himself from Trowa, scooting back to the other side of the tub.  The blonde looked at him, blue-green eyes full of hurt and confusion. A wounded look evident on his cherubic face. "Trowa. Please. I need you."


Trowa shook his head mournfully, trying to ignore his howling cock. He would have liked nothing more than to bury himself into Quatre, and fuck him until the blonde screamed his name. But he wouldn't. No matter how much he wanted to, he would control himself.


"And I need you too. You don't know how I ache to touch you. But, I can't until my hands are healed. I won't take you without preparation. If I don't stretch you, it will hurt. And I refuse to hurt you."


The injured look left Quatre's face, and was replaced with a wicked smile. "Whatever you say Trowa."


Trowa was taken aback, as Quatre once again swept forward, and clasped his hand around the banged boy's erection. "What are you.. ohhh.. doing?"


Quatre nuzzled his chest, licking around a nipple as he pumped. "I thought that was rather obvious."


The flames that had died down while they talked, where renewed. Trowa arched his back, and rocked into Quatre's caress.


He was rapidly rising again, heat filling his senses. "Wha.. ohhh God.. what about.. ohhh more.. you?"


Quatre squeezed harder, and sped up his strokes. He suckled a hard nipple into his mouth, and smiled around it as Trowa moaned long and low. "We'll take care of me later. Now relax, and let yourself go."


That was all Trowa needed to hear. The tall boy had been waiting for so long, and the blonde's blistering touch was more than he could take. His climax built up quickly, and ferociously. Every touch sending him closer to completion. Quatre bit down on a pebbled bud, and wildly ran his hand up and down Trowa's rock hard cock, tightening, and releasing as he stroked. Trowa thrust up, and surrendered to the scorching desire. He let it overtake him. His body tensed, and he cried out, as he spilled himself into Quatre's hand, and the water. Quatre continued sucking his nipple, as Trowa's world exploded. The green eyed boy quaked with the intensity of his release.


Quatre kept stroking the softening flesh, with gentle movements. More to soothe, than to arouse. Trowa trembled underneath him, and Quatre ran his finger's along his lover's back to calm him.


Trowa's breath was coming to him in slow pants. He could feel Quatre caressing him softly as his world struggled to right itself. He was still trembling slightly when Quatre released him, and shifted up to claim a kiss. The blonde placed a hand behind Trowa's neck, and pulled him down until their lips met.


The banged boy happily opened his mouth for his love, and let Quatre's tongue slip in and caress him. They stayed like that for a few moments, with their tongues lazily stroking one another. Quatre ran his fingers along Trowa's face, grazing his cheeks, before coming to cup his face in his hands. Trowa made a sound that could only be described as utter delight. He lost himself in the feel of Quatre's tongue moving against his own. The tall boy pulled himself back, though, as he felt Quatre's neglected arousal pressing into him.


"Quatre," he said rather breathlessly, "let's get out, and I'll return your favor."


Quatre shook his head impishly, and moved back off Trowa's lap. The water around them began to move, and lap at Trowa's chest. The Arabian receded until he was kneeling a few feet away. And then he smiled devilishly, blue green eyes sparkling.


"Quatre?" he asked in confusion.


Quatre's smile turned from playful into something far more lustful. "Trowa, you said you wanted to touch me, right?"


Trowa looked at him, want, and uncertainty mingling on his face. "Yes," he began hesitantly.


"Really? Where would you touch me first?" the blonde asked.


Trowa had no idea where this little game was going, but his curiosity led him to play along. "First I would.. run my fingers through your hair."


Quatre lifted his dripping arms from the water, and ran his wet fingers through his blonde locks. He arched his back, and continuously ran them from his forehead back, dampening the golden strands.


Trowa looked a little surprised at the action, but watched in silence.


Quatre looked over at him, never stopping the motions. "Is that all you would do?"


Trowa still wasn't sure where this was headed, but he was determined to find out. "No. Then I would run my fingers down your chest, and tease your nipples."


Quatre smiled at him, and let his fingers drift from his hair, to run a wet line down his chest. And dragged them back up again. Quatre ran the tips of his fingers in circles around his nipples, not once touching the hardening buds.


Trowa's mouth fell open, and he gasped. Quatre looked at him, as he ran his thumbs over his stiff nipples, biting his lip in pleasure. The blonde took each one between his fingers and squeezed lightly. He couldn't hold in the groan that touch caused. Quatre released them, and rubbed them, only to pinch them lightly again. Trowa was starting to pant again, as he watched his lover tease himself.


He desperately wanted to see more. "Then.. then I would stroke down your chest, and start on your thighs."


Quatre obligingly moved his fingers downward, caressing over every inch of his chest. He could feel his own stomach muscles going taut, as he rubbed over them, coming dangerously close to touching his swollen erection. The Arabian sat back on his heels, and spread his legs more. His fingers attacked his silky inner thighs, caressing them softly at first.


He ran those digits over them in smooth lines, and then began to massage them more thoroughly. The bubbles had dissipated almost fully, so Trowa had a clear view of everything. He could see Quatre's fingers stroking his ivory legs, much in the same way Trowa longed to.


The green eyed boy could feel his cock already beginning to stir again. Seeing Quatre running his fingers all over himself was having a profound effect on him. But there was so much more Trowa wanted to do. So much more he wanted to see Quatre do.


He licked his lips, "Now I'd move higher up your thighs."


Quatre's fingers slid further up his legs, so close to where he direly wanted to touch, and yet not quite there. He whimpered as his fingers slithered higher across the sensitive flesh. Back and forth they ran, each spot they grazed sending waves of heat to his rock hard arousal.


It was a strain for the blonde not to sate his desire, but he didn't want to ruin the game he had going. The agony of waiting was serving to make him even harder. He caressed himself faster, his eyes never leaving Trowa's.


Trowa was so turned on by everything it was all he could do not to stop Quatre and take him right there. The teasing motions were pushing him to the edge. But he wanted to see just how far his little lover would go.


The banged boy stared into those twin blue green pools of passion, and finally said what Quatre had been waiting to hear. "Then I would take your cock into my hands, and stroke it."


Quatre's hands left his thighs, and hovered over his cock for a brief second. He smiled ferally, and grasped his cock in his hand. They both gasped simultaneously. Quatre gasped as pleasure rolled over him. He threw his head back, and began to pump his cock slowly, teasing himself with his fingers.


Trowa gasped at the sight of Quatre touching himself so intimately right before him. The Arabian was taking something that was usually so private and putting in on display right in front of him. The tall boy's cock swelled back to it's full size, standing out hard between his thighs.


Quatre continued to pleasure himself, running his thumb over the head of his erection, roughly stroking it. He began to squeeze, and pinch his cock lightly at first, but with increasing pressure, as his need mounted. He ran his hands up and down the length of his arousal faster as he felt his climax nearing. He looked back at Trowa, pleased to see his lover panting along with him. Quatre tried to slow his breathing as liquid warmth swept through him.


He was so close, but he wasn't done yet. "Is.. is.. ooohh.. is that all you would do Trowa," he gasped out.


Trowa's eyes widened as Quatre's free hand slid behind him. The banged boy was at a loss for words, and all he could do was shake his head. Surely Quatre wouldn't...His breath caught as he saw one slim finger work it's way inside the blonde. He couldn't restrain himself, Trowa moaned loudly. It was the single most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Seeing Quatre stroke himself, inside and out was the most incredible sight. The blonde was the picture of sex, with his damp, tousled hair, lust clouded eyes, and wayward fingers stroking every inch of himself. He looked like a wet dream come true.


Trowa's cock began to ache with need. It was throbbing between his legs. He tried to ignore it, but found that impossible as Quatre slid another finger deep inside his body.
Quatre thought he'd explode as he heard Trowa moan. It the deepest, sexiest, most guttural noise he'd ever heard. And it excited him even more. He slid the first finger in deeper.


The digit went in smoothly, he was so wet already. It was bizarre at first, to be the one touching himself there, but at the same time filling in a naughty way. He felt like an exhibitionist. Touching himself so openly in front of Trowa. And he found that it was a feeling he liked.


The blonde added a second finger, spreading them as he had felt Trowa do so many times. It was awkward at first, but then he brushed against something that made his head swim. He moaned and bucked upward, as he hit that spot over and over. The hand on his cock sped up, pumping the stiffened flesh almost frantically.


Quatre added a third finger, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "T-T-Trowa.. ohhh.. I'm.. ohhh.. going to come.. ohhh!"


Trowa smiled at him hungrily, "That's right. Come for me Quatre."


Quatre buried his fingers in as far as he could, as he squeezed his cock hard. His senses clouded with the rampant flames, as the burning in his blood overflowed. He screamed loudly, and came, spilling his warm seed into his hand. His legs were so shaky he all but collapsed.


The blonde knelt there, legs quivering, and fingers still inside him. He was gasping with the force of his climax, and found it hard to focus for a few seconds. When his vision cleared he saw a very hard, very wild looking Trowa right in front of him. Quatre removed his fingers, and steadied himself.


The tall boy was struggling with the need to grab Quatre, to touch him as he had touched himself. He decided to damn it all and began to rip the gauze from his hands with his teeth.


Quatre who was still trembly, tried to stop him. "T-Trowa, no. Those have to stay on."


By then Trowa already had one hand freed. He set upon unwinding the other, using both hands and teeth.


He looked up, gauze in his mouth, eyes burning with lust. "No. I want you. I'm going to take you."


Quatre shivered at his lover's undisguised need, and watched as he tore the bandages away.


Before the blonde could blink, Trowa lunged forward, and pinned him to the side of the tub. The quick movement caused the water to rock, and splash over the side. Trowa caught Quatre's mouth in a beastly kiss, opening the blonde's mouth and devouring it with his tongue. Quatre mewled into the banged boy's mouth which caused Trowa to growl, and thrust against him.


Quatre threw his head back, and Trowa attacked the smooth column of his throat, licking and sucking over the pulse beating erratically through the flesh. The green eyed boy's long fingers worked themselves inside Quatre's wet passage.


His other hand encircled Quatre's cock, stroking it back to life. The Arabian cried out as his senses overloaded. He had just come down off an amazing peak, and Trowa was rapidly sending him back up. He could feel his cock growing in his lover's hands as Trowa mercilessly rubbed that spot deep inside him.


The tall boy moved his mouth down to pull a hard nipple into the moist warmth. He ran his tongue over it before biting down. Quatre yelled and arched up, wanting more of everything. Trowa chuckled and gave the same treatment to the other nipple.


Quatre couldn't catch his breath, Trowa was assaulting his every weak point. The blonde began whining, not being able to articulate his needs. Trowa kept driving his fingers in, making him dizzy with the sensations. At the same time he pumped Quatre's cock quickly.


The tall boy was rock hard, and his cock was dripping. It ached to be buried deep within his lover. But Trowa was going to stretch Quatre fully, since he knew neither of them wanted to take it slow. Quatre arched against him again, and Trowa felt the blonde's rehardened cock throbbing in his hand. He decided Quatre was well prepared, so he pulled his fingers out, and relinquished his erection.


The banged boy wrapped Quatre's legs around him, and he felt those smooth thighs trembling. Quatre rubbed against him, urging him to hurry. Trowa guided his cock to Quatre's waiting heat, and teased the little ring, brushing the wet tip of his erection over it. Quatre cried out, a keening wail, and Trowa silenced him with his mouth as he thrust into him.


Quatre attacked Trowa's tongue, as he arched into his lover, embedding his rigid arousal deep inside him. Glorious stars danced before his eyes, as Trowa slammed into him, hitting his sweet spot.


The tall boy stayed still, and let Quatre adjust, but the blonde was squirming around, desperate for Trowa to move.


"Please Trowa," he begged, "fuck me hard. I need you so badly."


Trowa made a low rumbling noise deep in his throat. "Oh, yes, little one. I'm going to fuck you until you come screaming my name."


Quatre was almost sobbing his need was so great. He nodded, and began arching up. Trowa took the hint, and pulled out some, and thrust back in. He moaned as Quatre's tightness sucked him in, and squeezed his aching cock.


Quatre moaned as Trowa filled him completely. The blonde wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, and pulled their chests together. Trowa moved out and surged back in. As he drove in, Quatre rocked his hips up, all his thoughts concentrated on getting Trowa as far inside of him as the tall boy could go. As he impaled himself on Trowa he cried out in fulfillment.


Trowa nearly climaxed as Quatre screamed. It was too much. The blonde's tightness rubbing him all over, and Quatre screaming in ecstasy as he pounded in. Trowa reached down, and took Quatre's swollen cock into his hand again. He began to pump the heated flesh in time with his thrusts.


All he focused on were those two motions. Stroking his hand along that stiff cock, and driving himself into that tight passage. Up, down, in, out. Quatre's passionate wails were pushing him to the brink. He could feel the fire building up to an intense level. He slammed again, and then pulled back, and thrust in deeper, all the time angling himself to strike Quatre's sweet spot.


Quatre closed his eyes against all the sensations running through him. Trowa thrusting into him, that thick cock filling him, stroking every inch of his insides. The width stretching him, rubbing him all over. And then the slick fingers pumping his cock, squeezing it, fondling it. He was skating the precipice. He knew any second he would fall over into bliss.


Quatre arched his hips up, meeting every brutal thrust, and savoring each one, "Harder Trowa. Harder. *Harder*!" he screamed.


Trowa drove in harder, pushing Quatre back into the side of the tub with the force of each thrust. The sex crazed sound of his voice succeeding in driving Trowa's control out the window. He stroked his lover's cock faster, as he plunged deep into him. He could feel the blonde's thighs tensing around him. He knew Quatre was close. He pulled out, and thrust back in as hard as he could. Quatre couldn't take anymore, the final slam did him in.


Trowa struck his sweet spot, and Quatre tumbled over the pinnacle. "Ohhhhh! Trowa!" he screamed.


Quatre climaxed violently all over Trowa's hand. His small frame was shaking with aftershocks, and he tightened even more around Trowa's invading hardness. But it was the scream that did the tall boy in. Trowa was poised on the edge. He pulled out, and thrust back in one final time, and his body stiffened as he flooded Quatre's passage in complete exhilaration.


He threw his head back, "Ohhhhh! Quatre!" he screamed.


He collapsed against Quatre. Then they slumped together, both too worn out to move. They were quaking as they lay there, and neither could find the will to move. They cuddled close and let the flames lick at them, as they recovered. Trowa lazily cracked open an eye, to check on his lover. The little blonde was lying under him with a satisfied smile on his face. Trowa slowly removed himself from Quatre. Quatre stretched, and ran his fingers through Trowa's hair. He yawned happily. Trowa leaned down and kissed his little lover softly on the lips. Quatre purred, and hugged Trowa tighter.


The blonde pulled the burned hands to his lips and kissed the palms softly. "I'll have to rebandage these. I hope you didn't get hurt."


"I don't care. It was worth it."


Quatre's eyes softened. He cuddled closer to Trowa.


It was only then that he noticed the murky water. "Ummm.. Trowa?"


"Hmmm?" he replied, half asleep.


"I think we need a bath, to clean up from our bath...."


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the end.

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