Romancing the Stone:Lemon
by: *kelley*
3x4 NC-17



All the other couples on the dance floor faded away, as the pair continued to kiss. They parted, breathless. Quatre's heart was racing. All his novels hadn't prepared him to experience the real thing. Trowa's hand had been tangled in his hair, but as they broke the kiss, it came to rest on the back of his neck. The taller boy rubbed the skin lightly, sending shivers down Quatre's spine.
The hand moved back up into the blonde locks, as he pulled Quatre to him for another kiss. The blonde opened his mouth instantly this time, and Trowa took the invitation. Their tongues stroked against each other. Soft flesh caressing, stimulating the warm recesses of their mouths. They broke the kiss, both panting. Trowa leaned in close to Quatre.
"Shall we take this to somewhere less...conspicuous?" he teased, motioning to the other couples all around them.
Quatre blushed, finally realizing their surroundings. He nodded. Trowa smiled, and took hold of his hand. They walked hand in hand back to Trowa's hotel room. They reached the room, and as soon as they were inside Trowa slammed the door, and pinned Quatre against it. He caught the blonde's sweet mouth in a bruising kiss. Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, and pulled the boy closer. Their mouths opened for each other. Tongues slipped out to stroke and explore.
Trowa pulled Quatre's shirt from his pants, and slid his hand underneath it. His rough fingers slid over the smooth skin, until they found a nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, and pinched lightly, until the bud was fully hard. Quatre moaned into his mouth, and arched his back, urging Trowa on. The taller boy began kissing along the side of Quatre's neck, nipping and sucking on the satiny skin. Trowa moved his hands, and started his assault on the other nipple, working it to a stiff peak.
He suckled the creamy flesh of the blonde's neck, making Quatre writhe against him. The blonde was floating on a cloud of pleasure induced sensations. Never in his life had he felt things such a this. His entire body was on fire. Heat blazed through him, and pooled between his legs. Trowa, too, could feel the blonde's obvious arousal. It matched the one quickly growing between his legs. The banged boy slid his fingers down Quatre's milky chest, and just into the waistband of his pants. The long fingers grazed just above where Quatre longed to be touched.
The blonde whimpered, and arched against Trowa. Quatre was breathing heavily, and his eyes were partially closed. It was all so much. Trowa stopped his ministrations to the blonde's neck, and leaned forward until their foreheads touched. Quatre could feel the warm breath on his face. It felt so wonderfully sensual. He rubbed himself against Trowa, in a silent question as to why the other had stopped. Trowa looked deep into the lust filled blue green eyes.
"Quatre...have you done this before..?"
Quatre bit his lip, and after a few seconds of silence shook his head. Trowa closed his eyes, and sighed. The he pulled away, and cursed. Quatre looked confused for a second. He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. He took a step toward Trowa.
"T-Trowa..? Did..did I do something..?"
Trowa looked up, and strode over to him. He wrapped his arms around Quatre, and squeezed the smaller boy slightly.
"No..no. It's just...I can't be your first..I'm not Youji"
Quatre smiled up at him.
"I'm tired of loving a dream...I want the real thing."
He slid his hand between them, and stroked Trowa's erection through the fabric of his pants. The taller boy had to bite back the moan that wanted to escape. Quatre might not be experienced, but he sure knew how to turn Trowa on. The blonde continued to tease him, his soft hand working the ever growing bulge. Trowa wanted to thrust into the motions so badly.
Quatre smiled up at him. The expressions crossing Trowa's face told him all he needed to know. The taller boy wanted him. The blonde leaned closer, his nimble fingers stroking harder over Trowa's cloth covered arousal. Trowa's hands rose to Quatre's shoulders. He was going to move the blonde away, to stop the torturing touches. But somehow he ended up dragging Quatre closer, pressing their bodies tightly together. The blonde let out a lusty moan, which further clouded Trowa's sensibilities. The hand groping his erection moved to cling to his arm.
Trowa was panting, as he lowered his mouth to nibble Quatre's ear. The blonde shivered as a warm, wet tongue slowly slid over the delicate shell. Heat spread from his ear like wildfire. His hardened cock throbbed with need. The light, gentle licking only furthering his arousal.
"Quatre? You're sure you want this?"
Trowa's warm breath grazed against the blonde's ear, sending shivers throughout his small frame. Trusting blue green eyes met questioning green ones.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life. This is what I've always been waiting for."
Trowa's heart twisted at the amount of emotion swirling within Quatre's eyes. He could see the blind trust. The faith in him, which he probably didn't deserve. A faith he discovered he would sacrifice all for. He saw the lust that was rapidly fogging the crystal orbs, but there was something else. Something he had never seen. Something that rocked him to the core, and made his cock throb furiously. It was love. Pure, sweet, and innocent love reflecting in Quatre's eyes. And it was directed at him.
He was drawn back to the present as Quatre lightly brushed his face. Trowa looked down at the beautiful boy.
"You've been waiting for this long. Let's do this right."
The taller boy swept the blonde off his feet and carried him to the large bed. Quatre squeaked in surprise, but nuzzled closer to the warmth of the banged boy. He sighed as Trowa deposited him gently on the mattress. The blonde was nervous, yes. All the writing in the world couldn't prepare him for the real thing. But here, with Trowa, it just felt right. He let go of his inhibitions, and tried to relax into Trowa's touch.
The taller boy moved so that he was lying over the blonde. He softly stroked Quatre's fair cheeks, his lips, his neck. Then his mouth descended to trail light kisses over all the places his fingers had been. Quatre's fingers ran through his hair, and lightly stroked the base of his neck. Trowa lifted them up, and hastily removed Quatre's shirt, baring his pale chest. The teasing glimpses he'd seen earlier were nothing compared to this. Trowa desperately needed to see all of him.
He slid down Quatre's body, and pulled on his pants. The smaller boy lifted his hips, and the fabric slid off easily. Trowa smiled at since the blonde had worn nothing underneath them. Fully unclothed, Quatre was stunning. The blonde was slender, but finely muscled. His body not looking skinny, but more perfectly shaped. A slim neck leading to a small chest, and smooth, flat stomach. Long, trim legs, with quivering thighs, and shapely calves.
His skin was quite fair, it almost glowed it the soft light of the room. Quatre's flesh flushed pink under Trowa's gaze. He had never before been looked at like that. Like Trowa was going to devour him whole. Shivering waves of pleasure flowed through him at the thought. His two, pale pink nipples stood out against the ivory flesh. The banged boy moved back up, and brushed his fingers over them. At Trowa's lightest touch they hardened instantly. The taller boy couldn't resist. He bent his head and drew one of them into his mouth.
Quatre's fingers curled back in Trowa's hair, as his warm mouth worked his nipple to a wet peak. The blonde cried out in surprise, and delight as Trowa lightly bit down. Quatre wrapped his legs around Trowa's waist, and pulled him closer. Their aching cocks rubbed against each other, causing both boys to moan in pleasure. Trowa looked up from lavishing Quatre's nipple with his tongue. Panting, he placed a light kiss on the end of the blonde's nose. Then he smiled wickedly, and lowered his head to tease the other nipple.
Quatre writhed beneath him, as Trowa sucked his nipple, his teeth grazing the tight nub. The writer's fingers curled onto his lover's shoulders. The taller boy stopped his licking and lifted his head to blow lightly on the glistening nipple. Quatre's skin tingled with chills that make his cock throb harder. His hands pushed at Trowa, trying to force the boy to satisfy the building ache. Trowa chuckled at his little one's eagerness. That is, until Quatre arched against him, and their erections rubbed together.
Trowa gasped, and moved to capture Quatre's mouth. The tall boy's tongue slipped out to ravish the blonde's mouth, in a wet, sloppy kiss. Quatre broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes glazed with lust.
"Trowa, please!", he begged.
Trowa, trying to catch his own breath, was mesmerized by the mere sight of Quatre. As much as he wanted to take the boy hard and quick, Quatre was too precious to just ravish.
"Please what?", he teased.
Quatre arched up again, delighted to see Trowa gasp, and throw his head back.
"Please make love to me. Take me! Please! I can't stand it anymore!"
Trowa kissed him gently, and then slid down, until he was resting with his face between Quatre's legs. The muscles of the blonde's stomach tightened as each warm breath from Trowa ghosted over his cock. He implored his lover with his eyes to stop torturing him. Trowa kissed his thigh, his tongue sliding out to lick a wet trail along the trembling, creamy flesh.
"I will take you. But first I want to show you pleasure like you've never known."
Quatre whimpered, his cock pounding with just those words. And then he was catapulted to nirvana. Lifted up to heights he'd never dreamed of. Heaven in the form of Trowa's hot, wet mouth. The banged boy rolled his tongue around the dripping head of Quatre's arousal, and slowly sucked it into his mouth. He tasted the wetness leaking out onto his tongue. Quatre tried to buck up, to bury himself in that sweet mouth. But Trowa held him firm with his hands. He inched his mouth down the pulsing length of Quatre's cock.
His tongue licked up, and down, under, and over, covering every inch of the blonde's arousal. Quatre cried out over and over. Each lick sending him soaring higher and higher. His body was aflame, it was so heavy, and so tense, and yet he felt as if he was flying. Trowa began to bob his head up and down the heated flesh. He sucked hard on the head of Quatre's cock, and then slowly pulled more, and more inside his mouth. His throat muscles worked the erect flesh, making Quatre scream as his whole body shook.
The blonde's whole world was focused on the motions of his lover. His frame was throbbing, shaking, quivering, everything going fuzzy, everything unbearably hot. He shifted around, feeling release coming so close. It was building up inside him, overwhelming him. Trowa sucked harder, his tongue roughly caressing the stiff cock in his mouth. Quatre hands roamed over his own body, rubbing his aching nipples, touching himself all over. He felt so overly sensitive, like every nerve in his body was alive for the first time.
And suddenly the intense heat in him blazed so hot that it engulfed him. He was lost in the burning torrent of sweaty passion. Quatre cried out loudly as he climaxed, spilling himself into Trowa's waiting mouth. The banged boy swallowed his lover's creamy seed, some of it spilling out over his lips. He slowly let Quatre slide from his mouth. Then he wiped the spilt seed from his lips with his tongue. Quatre was collapsed on the bed, his body trying to recover from the mind-blowing sensations.
Trowa crawled up and kissed him lightly. Through his pleasure induced haze, Quatre could feel Trowa's neglected arousal throbbing against him. He reached down, and stroked the brunette through his pants. Trowa moaned, and arched towards his hand.
"Quatre," he managed out, " you don't have to. If you aren't ready..."
Quatre licked his lips.
"I am ready. This is what I want. *You* are what I want."
Trowa groaned, more at Quatre's words then at the nimble fingers caressing his erection. The tall boy moved back, and got off the bed. Quatre opened his mouth to protest, but Trowa leaned over, and silenced him with a quick kiss. Then the banged boy headed into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, minus his clothes. Quatre got his first look at his lover unclothed. He was lean, and muscled. Tan from being outdoors, but pale in certain places. His arms were muscular, as was his chest. He was thin, but still built. His legs were incredibly long, with hard thighs, and sculpted calves. He had a large cock, that stood stiffly out, and was already dewey with excitement.
He was gorgeous. The blonde's breath caught in his throat. He could only smile, and beckon Trowa forward. As soon as he was on the bed, Quatre pulled him close, and seized his mouth. Their tongues stroked each other. The soft flesh moving rapidly, almost frantically. They pulled apart, struggling for air. Trowa smirked at his love.
"As good as Youji, I guess?"
"Youji who?", Quatre breathed.
Trowa's eyes darkened with passion as he kissed Quatre. Their feelings being expressed through quickly moving tongues, and roving hands. Trowa pulled back. He held up the small bottle of lotion from the bathroom.
"I have to prepare you.."
Quatre half smiled.
"I know. Sort of.."
Trowa smiled back, and then his face turned serious.
"I don't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. I want this to be the most amazing thing for you."
"It will be..with you."
Trowa unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poured a fair amount into his hand. He moved between Quatre's legs, and the blonde opened them wider to give him access. Trowa leaned over to kiss him tenderly, Quatre's mouth opening easily for him. The tall boy slid his fingers between the round cheeks of Quatre's ass. He found the small entrance he was looking for, and stroked it with his oiled finger. He didn't penetrate the warm opening right away, he just massaged around it. He kissed down Quatre's neck, and over his collarbone. He nipped lightly, and then licked over the injured areas.
And slowly, and ever so gently, he inserted one finger inside his lover. He could feel Quatre tensing underneath him. He stilled his finger, not moving it in further, but not withdrawing it. He continued to kiss, and suck all along the blonde's shoulder, waiting for him to relax. Finally Quatre's body seemed to become less taut, and Trowa felt it safe to slide his finger in deeper. Quatre shifted around. It wasn't painful, just different. He tried to relax his muscles, and get used to the feeling of that slim finger filling him.
Then a second finger was working it's way inside of him, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat. Trowa looked up from kissing the side of his neck. The digits inside Quatre stopped moving. The tall boy's green eyes were reassuring, letting Quatre know it was ok to stop. The blonde moved around a bit, trying to get comfortable. He stroked Trowa's face to let the other know he was fine, and to continue. Trowa stared into his eyes for a few seconds, looking for any uncertainty. Quatre pulled him up, and bit his earlobe.
Trowa purred and began to slide his fingers deeper. He pulled them out some, and worked them in further, slowly, and gently getting Quatre used to being opened. The blonde sucked his ear in reply. His soft tongue sliding along the edge, and then delving inside. Trowa shivered as hot breath and a warm tongue lavished his ear. He pulled his fingers almost fully out, and added a third as he began to push back in. Quatre gasped a little, as his unused muscles were extended. Trowa's fingers slid deeper inside him, stroking his tight inner walls.
Suddenly Quatre cried out, and arched up. White hot pleasure raced through him, as something deep within him exploded. Trowa smiled, and brushed the spot he had just hit again. Quatre moaned and grabbed hold of him, his fingers digging into the taller boy's arms. His cock began to harden again, as Trowa drove him mad, assaulting that same place. Trowa kissed him soothingly as the blonde wiggled beneath him, desperate for the slim digits to touch that spot again. Trowa withdrew his slick fingers, and Quatre whimpered. The blonde sat up, panting with desire.
Trowa tried to push him back down to the bed, but Quatre sat firm. He grabbed the bottle of lotion from the bed.
"Omi always prepares Youji. It's tradition," he whispered seductively.
The writer poured lotion all over his hands. Trowa sat back on his heels, and let his lover have complete access to his throbbing cock.
"Well, far be it for me to break Tradti..ohhhh..."
Trowa's speech was cut off as Quatre took his swollen erection into his slippery hands. The blonde liberally covered the stiff flesh with the lotion, stroking it in. Trowa gasped, and panted, and arched into the motions.
When Quatre felt he was well enough coated, he laid back down, and spread his legs. Trowa moved between them. He ran his slick fingertips over the blonde's trembly inner thighs. Quatre cried out plaintively, and forced his thighs further apart. His body felt feverish, the creamy skin blushing pink with fervor. He was hot, and sweaty, and coiled into a tight mass of passion. Trowa leaned over him, feeling the blonde's erect cock brushing against his stomach. He guided his arousal to Quatre's entrance. Quatre bit his lip in anticipation. Trowa teased the little ring of muscle with the weeping head of his cock. He didn't enter, he merely grazed the sensitive area, teasing Quatre into a frenzy.
Quatre gripped Trowa's shoulders, squeezing them, pleading with his lover to stop the torture. The banged boy conceded, and steadily eased the tip of his cock past the small ring, and into the waiting tightness. He measuredly pushed forward, burying slightly more of his rigid length inside the warm haven. Quatre's body went tense, and his already tight passage, became even more constricting. Trowa gritted his teeth, and controlled the overwhelming urge to slam himself deep inside the gripping walls.
Tears formed in the blonde's eyes at the pain that came with being opened so fully. Even though he had been prepared, his muscles still protested at being stretched so far. His nails dug into the soft skin of Trowa's shoulders, a silent plea for the taller boy to stop. Trowa didn't push in any further, he let Quatre adjust to the feeling. Holding himself still, all his muscles strained, the banged boy reached between their bodies and wrapped a slippery hand around Quatre's cock. He stroked the flesh slowly, working it to full hardness.
Some of Quatre's muscles relaxed as a languid heat began spread throughout him. The green eyed boy leaned in close, his lips brushing Quatre's ear.
"We can still stop. You don't have to do this, there are other things we can do.."
Quatre opened his eyes, the blue green pools misty. He shook his head, and tried to find his voice.
"No. I *want* this. I just..go slow. Please."
Trowa nuzzled at his neck, his fingers lightly squeezing, and stroking Quatre's erection. The taller boy could feel Quatre relaxing, his small frame untensing under his ministrations.
"Ready?"
Quatre nodded, and willed himself to relax. He took a deep, calm breath as Trowa thrust into more. The green eyed boy sped up his movements on Quatre's arousal at the same time. Quatre exhaled when he felt Trowa buried fully inside him. Trowa stopped moving again, and focused his actions on Quatre. The blonde was so amazingly tight. Just being inside him was enough to drive Trowa to climax. But he wanted this to be perfect for Quatre.
He ran his thumb back and forth over the head of Quatre's cock, massaging in circles. Then he slowly worked his way down the pulsing length, caressing it, squeezing it. Quatre began to lift his hips, arching into Trowa's fingers. The pain was ebbing away under the glorious sensations of Trowa's hand. Still continuing to stroke Quatre's cock, the brunette leaned down to bite a rosy nipple. Quatre shrieked, and moaned, and writhed. His hands ran up and down Trowa's back quickly, letting his lover know just how much he was enjoying it.
Leaning back up, but keeping his hand moving, Trowa pulled out of the slick passage a little, and thrust back in. Quatre panted under him, spurring Trowa to pull out further, and drive back in. This time when he entered fully, Quatre shot up, and cried out. The blue green eyes were wild with lust, and the pale body was glistening with sweat. The taller boy pulled out even further, and pushed back in quickly, aiming for the same spot. He hit it again, and Quatre though his body would combust. The pain was gone, all he could feel was Trowa's hard cock sliding in and out of him. It rubbed every inch of his inner passage.
Trowa was trying to hold back from ramming Quatre into the mattress, although the boy wasn't making it easy on him. The throbbing walls clutching at him, the lusty moans, just Quatre himself. On Trowa's next inward thrust Quatre raised his hips to meet him. The banged boy sank deep into him, and hit his sweet spot. They moaned together as they climbed to new heights of pleasure. Quatre's hot, tight haven groping Trowa's cock. Trowa's hard, throbbing cock filling Quatre completely. Quatre's wandering fingers pinching Trowa's nipples. Trowa's teasing hand sliding up and down Quatre's erection.
Their sweaty bodies rocked together in the most primal of dances. Every time Trowa plunged down into him, Quatre raised himself to meet the thrusts. And every time Trowa impaled him, he slammed into the place inside Quatre that make his world spin. As Trowa pounded into Quatre, the blonde's tightness squeezed every inch of his aching cock. Liquid flames of ecstasy licked at them. Quatre could feel his climax mounting. Trowa inside him, Trowa's hands on him, it was more amazing that anything he had even known, or thought he had known.
Trowa thrust in roughly, and his fingers squeezed Quatre's cock. The blonde couldn't hold back anymore. He screamed Trowa's name, and spilled his hot seed all over Trowa and himself. Hearing Quatre scream his name in complete rapture, combined with the extra tightening of his already small passage was enough to send Trowa over the edge. He flooded Quatre with the creaminess of his seed. They collapsed together, both too tired to move. Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, and sighed in contentment. Trowa kissed his neck softly. They laid together for a while. Both happy to just bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Quatre tenderly ran his fingers through Trowa's damp hair.
"You know, if I had the money, I buy a boat for just the two of us, and we could sail away...around the world and back again. I promise one day I'll get the money," the tall boy murmured, a dreamy look in his eyes.
The brunet nuzzled his lover's neck lovingly. The blond closed his eyes and smiled.
"Then why haven't you taken the map from me yet?"
Trowa froze, and then looked up at him surprised.
"What are you talking about?"
"I saw the way you looked at the tree today. And I know it was on the map, so we must be close to it..."
"So? What's that got to do with anything?"
"I was just thinking about what you said the other day, about having more to bargain with."
"Yeah, if we have the treasure we can waltz into Cartegena holding all the cards."
Quatre looked over a the picture of the yacht resting on the nightstand.
"I'd really love to see you on that boat," he whispered, and then looked back at him,"But if we have to give it up to save Iria..."
"Then hell yeah, we give it up! It's for your sister so of course we will."
Quatre yawned and nodded. Trowa sat up, and gently slid himself out of his lover. They threw the messy blanket to the floor, and cuddled under the sheet.
Within minutes Quatre was fast asleep, curled up against Trowa. The banged boy quietly reached a hand over the side of the bed, withdrew the treasure map from underneath the mattress, and slid it into Quatre's bag. Then he laid in silence and simply watched his lover sleep. He stroked the side of Quatre's smooth face.
"Mi corazone...," he whispered. [Mi corazone~My heart in Spanish]
Then he gently hauled the sleeping Quatre onto his chest, and joined him in slumber.