One Night in Albuquerque:
Part Two
By: Kitty E.
It's amazing how one kiss can turn into many, that one could lose track of something that was, a moment ago, so cherished. Quatre was beginning to lose himself in a barrage of kisses that ranged from feather light to bruising, whatever suited him. He wrapped one arm around Trowa's waist and pulled it tight so that the full length of their bodies were pressed together. Trowa seemed startled by that, but thankfully it only seemed to make him more responsive. His mouth was beginning to work under Quatre's, nipping and suckling at his bottom lip, light hands leaving fiery trails wherever they roamed.
Quatre realized his eyes were tightly closed, having drifted shut long ago. He broke their kiss as he decided he wanted to see as well as feel. He placed butterfly kisses on his most cherished features of Trowa's face before sitting up slightly. He thought he should say something as he threw one leg across Trowa's hips, and made himself comfortable on his somewhat too slender lap.
"This is ... okay, right?" he asked hesitantly, the first words he spoken that night since 'Goodnight, Trowa.' He didn't want to stop, and there was a strong feeling that any more of this and he wouldn't be able to if he tried.
"I think so," Trowa said, his voice was even, if a little breathless. Quatre wasn't exactly encouraged by his words, but he was definitely pleased it wasn't a 'no.'
Cradling Trowa's face for a moment, Quatre took a long look at the boy beneath him. He's so beautiful � This is almost too much, he thought as he leaned down to kiss him deeply again, to seal their consent. He was going to make love to Trowa, but there was a small voice inside pointing out that he had no idea exactly *how* he was to do that. He simply let his body do what it wished, as it seemed to have a quite a few ideas of its own.
He did nothing more than explore the inner resources of Trowa's mouth, licking at his lips, and teasing with his tongue until the taller boy's hands came up to hold him once more, sliding down his back to clasp him at the hips. He shifted slightly, inadvertently putting more pressure on rise in Trowa's shorts, causing the other boy to wriggle slightly.
Urgent kisses became soft bites as Quatre worked his way down the neck to the collarbone. One hand supported him as the other made long sweeps across Trowa's stomach and chest. Suddenly, his fingers brushed over a small, hardened nub of flesh which had been aching for some attention. The soft circles Quatre made across it brought a low, sweet moan from Trowa's throat, and Quatre shivered despite the growing heat within his body.
"Do that again," Quatre whispered, as more sensual words were lost to him.
"Do *that* again," Trowa replied wryly.
Quatre flashed a very sheepish smile, and leaned back down. He gave up on not putting his full weight on Trowa, laying across his chest. His tongue darted between swollen lips to flick over Trowa's nipple, but he got a gasp instead of a groan. He began to suckle one, fingers toying with the other, until he got what he wanted. Trowa's voice sounded so warm, felt so close, it was almost as though he could feel each pleasured, little noise travel down his spine, igniting sparks of desire so sharp it made him wince.
Quatre panted out his own gasp as Trowa's hands slide up his sides, vaguely wondering when he had become so sensitive. It didn't seem to matter as Trowa took full advantage of it, using the lightest of touches to send him reeling. His body came up with more ideas, more needs, and demands. One of them he recognized as the wish to undress Trowa, and get the sensation of cloth off of his own skin.
Anou� How do I do this gracefully? He actually shrugged a little as he moved up to place a wet kiss on Trowa's parted lips. He rubbed his palms over Trowa's chest again, and slowly slid them down, giving Trowa a chance, albeit a brief one, to figure out his intentions, and object to them. He smiled into Trowa's kiss as his body lifted to meet his hands as they made their downward path. 'I think so,' Quatre thought smugly, as he slipped his fingers just under the waistband. I wasn't the only one losing sleep, I think. The tips of his fingers were just brushing over dark, coarse curls when he tried to pull Trowa's shorts off in one fluid movement, but he soon discovered couldn't get them off when he was sitting on top of him.
Sighing in frustration he broke the kiss, and removed himself from his comfortable perch. Tugging impatiently, he pulled off the offending garment, and threw it over his shoulder. Why do his legs have to be so lon- Oh!
Quatre stared for a long moment, eyes raking over the lean figure before him several times before finally coming to rest on the erect proof of Trowa's compliance. He shyly put one hand around it, the other clenched his thigh to keep him from taking care of his own desire. He pumped his hand a few times, watching Trowa's reaction. The look of ecstasy that flickered across his features made him want to want to find new ways, indeed, every way to glimpse it. He swirled his fingers around the rim, thumb pressing at the base of the head, nearly laughing as Trowa jerked in surprise. He pressed his index finger against the tip, rubbing slightly before lifting it off. The gossamer strands of fluid that trailed from his finger shone blue then purple in time with the neon light outside the window.
An unbidden thought struck him, and he liked it immediately. He leaned down and pressed his tongue over the tip experimentally. Trowa's hips strained upward, and he slowly took him into his mouth, sucking softly, then hard. Well, Trowa certainly likes it� he thought contentedly. The initial unfamiliarity, and unease faded as Trowa's heavy pants became moans. His hands went up to still Trowa's thrusting hips, then one slid down to stroke the soft skin of his testicles. He pulled away, and plunged back down, lips forming a tight circle around Trowa's shaft. Gentle hands became embedded in his hair, encouraging his movements.
He had Trowa nearly mindless when his own need became too much. He sat up, and leaned over Trowa again. "Trowa?" he panted. "Will you let me?"
Trowa's brow lifted slightly, and they stared at each other for a moment. "Well, obviously," he said, finally.
Quatre laughed a little, tackling Trowa in a hail of kisses, and trapping him against the headboard. Reluctantly, his hands left Trowa's thighs to rip his boxers off. He blushed slightly, when his feet became entangled in them. With a grunt of frustration he kicked them off, and returned his attention to Trowa. He buried his face in Trowa's neck, reaching down to ease one of those long, lanky legs over his shoulder.
He was just starting to guide himself to Trowa's tight, hot entry, when he felt hands pushing him back. He paused, looking up in hurt, and surprise to find Trowa looking warmly up at him.
"Quatre, aren't you supposed to�" he trailed off. After a moment he realized Quatre didn't quite understand. "Prepare me," he finished.
"Oh, right." Quatre said, his cheeks colored as he criticized himself sharply for forgetting. He moved back, biting his lip harshly. "Trowa ... anou," he raked his fingers through his bangs, only to have them fall in his eyes again. "I- I don't have ... anything�" he fumbled. He could feel the mood shattering all around him, and he was starkly aware that the chance to actually take Trowa was slipping away. Hidoi� We can finish in other ways, I guess. I can't believe I-
Trowa made a soft noise, though whether it was in disappointment, or exasperation Quatre couldn't tell, and he didn't really want to decipher it. "You owe me one," Trowa said, suddenly.
Quatre perked visibly, Trowa could only just make out his face, as he asked, "Is it ... is it really all right?" His hands were wandering idly over Trowa's skin, unable to resist temptation when it was laid out before him.
"It will be," Trowa replied, there wasn't any doubt in his voice.
"Hai," Quatre promised, as he kissed him again. I hope so. Slowly, he rebuilt the ruined moment, waiting until it only seemed natural to try and push back into the warmth he'd been teased with before. He slid his hand back up Trowa's thigh, drawing it up, and slipping his hand under, caressing and searching the little piece of Trowa he would claim tonight. He found it, sensing it pucker in response. The little voice was back again, taunting him with his ignorance as he eased his index finger inside.
Trowa stiffened, supple body going rigid. Quatre did his best to distract him with deep kisses, and soft strokes to his rock hard erection as he slipped another finger in. He cursed his inexperience, wishing he knew how to make it better for Trowa as the other pulled away from a kiss to clench his jaw. He cursed his inability to wait, knowing he should try to stretch his lover more, but his only desire, his one thought was fast becoming to fill him completely. Finally, he just cursed. "Shimatta," he muttered as he removed his fingers, and set about replacing them.
He recaptured Trowa's mouth, and pulled the other boy's legs to wrap around his torso. One ... two ... three� He drove forward, burrowing into a wet heat he decided he never wanted to leave. He forced himself to still after that, his breath was ragged with the fight for control as he asked, "Are you all right?"
"I just ... didn't think it would ... hurt like that," Trowa gritted out. It sounded as though he was struggling to say the words.
"I'm sorry," Quatre breathed, offering sweet kisses which Trowa eventually returned. He pulled back slightly, and thrust forward, impaling Trowa onto his full length. Slowly, slowly, slowly� It became a mantra as he retreated and thrust back into the hot channel Trowa's body had provided for him, and, he decided, only for him. The world might have exploded around them, or fallen away leaving them in nothingness and they would not have noticed. Quatre's consciousness was rapidly shrinking to only encompass the increasing pleasure of thrusting over and over into his lover.
He felt himself coming to a cliff, and with selfish abandon he threw himself over the edge. The room blurred slightly, the lovely, little gasps Trowa was making were muffled for a moment, and with two, or three hard, deep thrusts he came. He nearly collapsed, but he forced himself to steady. Still buried deep within him, Quatre reached between them and wrapped his hand around Trowa's erection. It was only a short moment before Trowa shuddered violently, crying out as he spilled his warm, sticky seed over the both of them.
I was right, Quatre thought as he carefully pulled out. He sounds *so* good when he comes. I don't ever want to leave this bed. Well, maybe for a shower. He thought about suggesting it, but doubted whether either of them could actually make it to the bathroom. Instead, they played out their passion with weak kisses, and soothing caresses, finally ending it as they fell asleep in each others arms.
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Part Three