By DRL
Quatre ran small, slender fingers
through the cinnamon hair of the head that nestled comfortably against his
chest and sighed contentedly. The
rather severe crop-style haircut that Trowa had had several weeks ago was beginning
to grow out, much to Quatre’s satisfaction.
The experiment with the trés
fashionable ‘French Crop’, as he had been reliably informed that his husband’s
new hair style was called, had been interesting, but Quatre preferred Trowa’s
hair longer and he made a mental note to mention this to Nicky at their next
consultation. Their over-zealous image
consultant obviously loved his work and was apt to get a little carried away at
times. One of Nicky’s ideas that Quatre
had wholeheartedly approved of, however, was the all-over ‘Brazilian’ waxing
that he had somehow coerced Trowa into enduring. It brought tears to Quatre’s eyes each time he thought of how
painful the process must surely have been, but he just could not get enough of
Trowa’s lean, well-toned and now completely smooth and hairless body. Quatre would never actually ask it of his
husband, but this was one look that he hoped Trowa would maintain.
As his thoughts turned to Trowa’s naked,
hairless, unbelievably sexy body, Quatre felt a familiar stirring in his
groin. He glanced up at the clock. It was almost 10.00pm. The staff would have retired for the evening
so all caution could be thrown to the winds.
Trowa and he were currently lounging in the ‘family’ room, ostensibly
watching tv, but really just enjoying being with each other after a hard day at
their respective offices. Quatre lay
outstretched on the huge sofa, his back against the sofa’s arm. Trowa lay between Quatre’s parted legs, his
back resting against his husband’s torso. While the fingers of his right hand continued to toy with Trowa’s
shorn locks, the fingers of Quatre’s left hand, hitherto entwined loosely with
his husband’s, now disengaged themselves and began a quest. They stole beneath the hem of Trowa’s
t-shirt and roamed lightly across his firm abdomen, pausing to probe his
delicate bellybutton before proceeding.
The questing digits then deftly unbuckled Trowa’s belt and nimbly
unfastened the fly buttons on his jeans.
Delighted by the absence of any restricting underwear, the blond slid
his tiny hand along the plane surface, ever lower, until his fingers finally
furled around their prize, Trowa’s glorious jewels. He gently massaged his husband’s groin, relishing the feel of the
smooth, depilated skin beneath his fingers.
Trowa emitted a soft, low moan of pleasure and shifted slightly against
Quatre’s body, spreading his legs slightly to allow his love easier access, the
friction thus caused doing no harm at all to Quatres own groin, and Quatre felt
life stirring within his own member, even as Trowa’s swelled beneath his
ministering fingers. Quatre was just
about to take matters a step further when the shrill peal of the telephone rent
the air and caused both Trowa and he to start violently.
“Shit!”
Quatre exclaimed with annoyance.
“Who can that be at this time of night?”
“On of these days I am going to kill
that man.” Trowa murmured, as he rose
and refastened his fly buttons with uncharacteristic awkwardness born of
frustration. He snatched up the telephone
receiver and hissed into the mouthpiece, “Duo Maxwell Yuy, I am going to kill
you!” Before tossing it into Quatre’s lap and leaving the room.
“Hello”? Quatre said anxiously, as he watched his chagrined lover leave.
“Hey Q,” Duo Maxwell Yuy’s voice came
across loud and clear, “What’s up with Tro?”
“Oh Duo, you have just the worst
timing.” Quatre said, but not unkindly.
“Why, what…? Oh, you guys were having sex, right?”
“Not quite, but we were well on the
way.” Quatre replied with a resigned sigh.
“Gee, I’m sorry Q. I would offer to let you get back to him,
but he’s probably jerking off right now so…”
“Duo stop it! Must you twist the knife in the wound? My poor Trowa,” Quatre looked longingly at the door through which
Trowa had just exited, “I really ought to go…”
“Nah, leave him,” Duo cut him off,
“It’ll build his character, and anyway, this is important.”
“So is Trowa!” Quatre replied indignantly.
“Sure he is, sure he is.” Duo hastily agreed. Quatre was like a tigress protecting her cub
when it came to Trowa, and Duo knew better than to go down that rocky and
well-trodden road. “Anyway, listen
up. The General just called to give the
latest on Wufei.”
“How is he?” Quatre asked with obvious concern.
“Still asleep. The General asked me to pass on the message and he said to
apologise for his not calling personally.
He said that Wuffers came out of surgery about an hour ago. He hasn’t come round from the anaesthetic
yet, but everything seemed to go okay, although they won’t know for a few days
yet. He said that the docs expected
Wuffers to come round any time now, and he wanted to be there when he woke up,
which is why he didn’t call you himself.
He only ran out quickly for a few minutes.”
“Oh I do hope that he’s okay.” Quatre said in a worried voice. “Do you think perhaps we ought to be there?”
“The General said he would let us know
when we can come visit.” Duo
replied. “He said that it would be best
to speak to Wuffers first, you know, to see how he feels about visitors and
all.”
“I guess he’s right.” Quatre said. “Wufei will probably be feeling a little apprehensive, and he
might feel better if he didn’t have too may people around. Anyway, I thought Treize told you quite categorically
not to call him The General?”
“Yeah, he did. That’s why I’m doing it,” Duo said with a laugh, “It gets him
real mad.”
“But Duo, that’s really mean, you know
he doesn’t like it.” Quatre said in a
censorious tone.
“But Quatre,” Duo mimicked the blond’s
manner and voice, “There would be no point in doing it if he liked it. Shit Q, you so miss the point of teasing, don’t you?”
“No I don’t,” Quatre said in own
defence, “I just don’t like being mean.
Anyway, back to Wufei. Treize
will keep us posted with any developments, won’t he?”
“Yeah, he said he would.”
“Good.
And how are you Duo, are you well?”
“Just peachy. Heero and I spent almost all day in bed today, just lounging,
talking, making the beast with two backs, you know, the usual ‘all day in bed’
stuff. We got up around six, went out
for dinner around seven and we just got back.”
“Well, it’s nice to know that at least
someone is getting some.” Quatre said
dryly.
“Ah quit complaining Q,” Duo replied remorselessly,
“Just think, when you and Tro finally do get down to it, it’ll be all the
sweeter for the delay. You’ll probably
even thank me.”
“I doubt it.” Quatre said. “Anyway, so
you’re enjoying having Heero with you all the time?”
“Sure.
It’s not hearts and flowers all the time, but I wouldn’t change things
for the world. I mean, he yelled at me
big time yesterday.”
“Why?”
“Nothing much. We have a perfectly good laundry room in the apartment, but we
always send everything out to be cleaned, right down to socks and
underwear. I just thought that I might
try doing it myself, so I put all the clothes in the washer, put the detergent
in and turned it on. I even put in
softener and shit to make everything all fluffy. Only, when it was finished all the white stuff came out kinda
greyish.”
“Oh Duo, didn’t you sort them?” Quatre asked.
“Well you see, that was just what Heero
asked.” Duo replied. “Anyway, he hauled off and yelled at me,
saying that I couldn’t even do a load of laundry without messing it up.”
“And what did you say?”
“I told him that if he didn’t have his
big fat head stuck so far up his ass, he would see that I did actually sort
them, it was just one black sock that snuck its way in amongst the whites that
did the damage. Then I stormed out of
the house and went to my studio for the rest of the day.”
“Duo you are a tonic, you really
are.” Quatre said with a light
laugh. “What happened when you got
home?” He asked.
“He apologised, we made up and had wild,
passionate sex well into the night of course.”
Duo replied.
“Tell me Duo, is there anything that you
and Heero do that doesn’t culminate in wild, passionate sex?” Quatre asked. Duo gave the question serious thought for a moment before
replying.
“Ummm…, no, don’t think so.” He said finally.
“I thought so, I was just checking. Anyway, what are you working on at the
studio, anything good?” Quatre asked.
“Er…,
well…, yeah, that is to say, no, not really.” Duo stammered. He was momentarily caught off balance by
Quatre’s question because what he was actually working on was a commission from
Trowa. Quatre’s 30th
birthday was fast approaching, and by way of a gift,, Trowa had commissioned
Duo to paint a portrait of Trowa himself, to be hung in Quatre’s office at the
W.E.I. building. He had more than once
observed Quatre point at the bare wall facing his desk and state that he was
saving the space for a portrait of his beloved. It had proved a slow process, because sittings could only be
managed when Trowa could fit them into his busy schedule, but the work was now
almost completed and Trowa was delighted with it. “So, have you decided what to do for your birthday?” Duo said quickly, changing the subject, but
not doing so at the same time.
“I
still can’t decide.” Quatre replied
with a sigh, suspecting nothing. “I
would like to celebrate it quietly, just Trowa and I, but I would like to
celebrate it with all of you guys also.
My family probably have a big party planned, so I don’t intend to plan
another… Oh just what I needed,
thank-you my love.” Duo heard the
distinct sound of a kiss being bestowed, and then muted words of love. He smiled indulgently to himself. Ah… Quatre and Trowa, two turtle-doves if
ever he saw them. Quatres voice
suddenly came crisp and clear once again.
“Sorry Duo. Trowa just brought
me a pot of tea. He is so
thoughtful…” Quatre tailed off
wistfully.
“So
he’s finished jerking off then?” Duo
asked.
“Duo!” Quatre said sharply. “Anyway, he wouldn’t have needed to if it
hadn’t been for you.”
“Okay,
okay, I said I was sorry. Geez, what do
you want from me?”
“Hey
Duo,” Quatre’s voice dropped conspiratorially, “Have you spoken to Heero about
the waxing yet?”
“No,
I haven’t found the right moment to broach the subject yet, but I’m willing to
go for it. Figured I’d go get it done
first, then give him a surprise. It
looks good you say?”
“You
have no idea.” Quatre replied
emphatically. “I was in a really boring
meeting today, and I got to thinking about Trowa lying naked on the boardroom
table, all smooth and tanned like he is…, well, all I can say is that I was
very glad that it was not a glass-topped table.”
“So
now I know how you get through all of those meetings.” Duo laughed. “Heero doesn’t have that problem any more, but I’ll still give
him the tip. I’m definitely gonna go
for it though. It hurts you say?”
“Yes,
I should imagine so.” Quatre
replied. “Trowa never really tells me
when I ask him, but his eyes always take on this haunted look whenever I
mention it.”
“Yeah
well, I’ll just take a piece of leather to bite on, I’ll be okay. Maybe I can persuade Heero to come with me
and we can do it together.” Duo mused.
“Absolutely
not!” Quatre stated. “If I know the pair of you, you would end up
doing something together, but it sure
as hell would not be the waxing.”
“Spoilsport.” Duo said glumly. “Anyway, get your guy to set it up, I’m game as hell.”
“Okay. Anyway Duo, it’s been lovely talking to you,
but I really must get back to Trowa now.
Give Heero my love won’t you, and give the same to Treize if you speak
to him again. If you do tell him to
tell Wufei that we all love him and we are thinking about him. I will have Nicky call you about the
waxing. Speak to you soon, love you,
goodnight.”
“Goodnight
Q.” Duo said and broke the connection.
Quatre
drained his teacup, rose and left the room.
He quickly ascended the widely sweeping staircase to the sumptuous bedroom
suite he shared with his patiently waiting husband, determined to pick up just
where they had left off.
“Hmm, must remember to take the phone
off the hook.” He murmured to himself as the vision of Trowa on the boardroom
table swam back into his ken.