heart

Quatre glanced over at his bedside clock radio. Eleven fifty eight. Just in time. He climbed out of bed and slipped out of his room, not bothering to cover his nudity. He knew none of the other pilots would be up now.

He crept over to the barely open door of Heero�s bedroom, settling down and extending his senses. The others seriously underestimated his Space Heart. They assumed that he could barely touch upon what they were feeling, occasionally feel when one of them was hurt. They were wrong. If he concentrated on a single individual, he could feel some of their basic emotions, and every single physical feeling they experienced.

Which came in handy, considering that every night at midnight Heero�played with himself.

Quatre was not sure why his secret crush chose to do that at the same time every night�perhaps part of his soldier�s regiment? The thought of Dr. J telling Heero when he could and could not jerk off sent the blonde into a fit of laughter, quickly stifled out of fear that he would be caught.

Glancing at the nearby clock, Quatre saw that it was time. He was sitting just outside Heero�s slightly opened door, focusing every bit of his empathetic ability on the Japanese boy inside.

Heero, after making sure no one was awake to catch him, slowly traced a hand along his chest, lightly fingering the nipples there. Quatre lay perfectly still, feeling that hand. It was easy to close his eyes and imagine that Heero was actually doing this to him. The hand glided down his belly, then lower. Quatre sighed in pleasure as he felt the hand encircle the hard flesh there. He idly wondered whose erection was harder, his or Heero�s. Then all thought was dashed away as Heero began pumping himself, slowly at first then faster and faster.

It was a struggle for Quatre to remain silent and undetected, as he knew it was for Heero too. The Arabian�s hips bucked against the invisible hand, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud.

A whimper escaped Quatre as he felt Heero�s other hand caressing his chest, pinching his nipples, much more forcefully than earlier. All the while the first hand continued its onslaught.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of pleasure, both boys came in unison. It took every ounce of willpower for Quatre not to cry out, and he could feel Heero struggling to remain silent as well. Both collapsed, in bed and against the wall, spent. Quatre opened his eyes, feeling as he always did the sadness that Heero had not really been doing that with him. He had had a crush on his comrade for a long time, and would give up his entire inheritance to be with him. It was fun to pretend that Heero was screwing him senseless, instead of simply feeling what Heero did to himself. But every night, Quatre felt a deeper despair as he opened his eyes and remembered that he was alone.

The disappointment was brief as Quatre found himself looking at a pair of bare feet. He swallowed nervously as he looked up to see Heero standing over him, wearing nothing but an amused look. Panicking, he attempted to hide evidence of what he had been doing, without success.

�Do you think I never knew that you were here?� the Japanese boy asked quietly. �I saw you out here the very first time�why do you think I�ve been jerking off at the same time every night?�

Quatre�s eyes widened and shame filled him. Heero had known all along. �But�why didn�t you��

�Stop you?� Heero finished for him. �Or�ask you to join?�

Quatre felt his face heat. �Either.�

Heero shrugged. �It was fun. Like a game, I guess. But I�ve grown tired of playing�� He grabbed Quatre by the shoulders and lifted him to his feet.

Oh geez, I�m in for it now, Quatre thought miserably. It took a few seconds for his brain to register that Heero was kissing him, not punishing or yelling at him. His eyes widened in surprise, and he passionately kissed back.

It was sweeter than Quatre had ever imagined. He explored every nook and cranny of Heero's mouth with his tongue, and Heero did the same to him. Their tongues met in an erotic battle, neither of them trying to win.

Without breaking the kiss, Heero picked Quatre up and carried him into his room, placing him gently on the bed and laying down atop him. Despite their recent activity, both boys were again fully erect, and the feeling of those erections rubbing together made them both moan into each other�s mouths.

Heero finally broke the kiss, trailing smaller kisses down the other boy�s chin, neck, and chest. He paused to suck briefly on Quatre�s nipples, then continued kissing downward. He tickled his belly button with his tongue, then abruptly lowered his head and took Quatre�s member in his mouth. Quatre, no longer caring if anyone else heard him, moaned loudly at the feeling of the wet mouth engulfing him. He thrust into Heero�s mouth, clutching at the sheets and panting.

Abruptly, the mouth was gone and the sudden cold air startled him. Still panting, he opened his eyes and watched as Heero found a tube in his nightstand�s drawer.

Now why would he have that? Quatre wondered. Never been opened�he�s been planning this all along!

�Just relax,� Heero was murmuring. �This�ll feel weird at first, but just relax.� He coated a finger in the lubricant and gently inserted it into Quatre virgin opening.

Quatre hissed at the strange sensation, but forced himself to relax his muscles. A second and third finger were gradually added, stretching him. Quatre whimpered, until suddenly those fingers brushed something that made his eyes open wide and a wave of pleasure flow through his body. Heero grinned at him, and jabbed that spot again. Quatre whimpered again, only this time in pleasure.

The fingers were withdrawn, leaving Quatre squirming for more. Heero coated himself in the lube, then gave the blonde a questioning look, silently asking if it was all right to continue. Quatre nodded wildly, not wanting anything else at the moment. Heero smiled, drawing Quatre�s legs up over his shoulders and gently easing himself into the willing body.

Willing or not, it still hurt. Quatre clenched his teeth against the pain. Heero again was murmuring to him, trying to soothe him with comforting phrases. He didn�t move, letting the other boy get used to the new sensation. Heero leaned over and kissed his lover. As Quatre�s pained expression gradually softened, Heero gently began to move a bit.

The pain began to fade and Quatre smiled up at Heero. The Japanese boy smiled back and began thrusting harder. When he finally hit the same spot he had with his fingers, Quatre gave a sharp gasp and writhed around, trying to make him hit it again. Heero did, continuing to gain speed with every cry of pleasure Quatre uttered.

When Heero grabbed ahold of Quatre�s erection, the Arabian nearly screamed in ecstasy. This was nothing like he had imagined! All those nights he had been partaking of Heero�s fun, he had never dreamed that the real thing could be this good. With Heero, the object of his desire, pumping into him and jerking on him at a rapid pace, it didn�t take long for Quatre to come. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, causing his vision to dim and his whole body to tremble violently with sheer pleasure. Heero was soon to follow, crying out in ecstasy as he came inside Quatre.

Both boys lay like that, panting and exhausted, for several minutes. Finally, Heero withdrew from Quatre�s body and lay beside him, holding him tightly. Quatre, unable to remember the last time he had been so happy, embraced Heero back. Unable to sleep after such an experience, he settled on watching his Japanese lover; occasionally kissing his lips, slightly parted in sleep.

Quatre could not help but wonder whether this was a one night only thing, or if it would last. He dearly hoped they would be together forever, but forced himself to not dwell on it and simply enjoy the present.

Who would have known Quatre�s Space Heart would come in so handy?

~owari

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