by Gina Lin with a large nod to Lady Bast
The beach was pristine white sand, looking virtually untouched by the hand of man. The perfect place to relax and forget that the rest of the world existed.
Quatre sighed as he slipped off his sandals, which had become more of a hindrance than help in walking in the sand. Sand he was familiar with, but not with this expanse of liquid azure surrounding it. The feeling of warm sand between his toes was enticingly comfortable and invited him to sit, which he did.
"It's nice, isn't it?" he asked his partner, who had quietly come to sit alongside him.
Trowa nodded, heavy bangs obscuring his expression momentarily. Quatre reached out and smoothed them back, a habitual gesture when he wished to read the expression in those startlingly bottle green eyes.
"It's like no one else has ever been here." Trowa murmured.
"It's like we're the only two people in the world." Quatre lay back on the sand, scooping up a handful and letting it trickle through the callused fingers.
"Is this where you ask me what I'd do if we were stranded on a deserted island together?" Quatre looked over in time to catch the smirk that flitted across the other man's features.
"That's one question to which I already know the answer." Quatre put a protective arm over his face, shielding it from the hot sun that was almost directly overhead now.
"Very sure of ourselves, aren't we, Mr. Winner?"
"Sometimes, and about some things." Quatre sat up and slid closer to his partner, giving him a direct, smoldering look over the top of his sunglasses.
"I'd hate to get too predictable, you might wake up one day and find you're bored with me." Trowa pretended to pout, which earned him a roll of teal blue eyes and a one armed embrace.
"Never!" And Quatre proceeded to prove the sincerity of that statement by attacking the side of the long tanned neck of his partner with a series of nips that were in turn soothed by a gentle swipe of his tongue.
"If you're that eager, lover, we should take this inside." Trowa said, after returning the favor until Quatre was panting to catch a breath.
"Haven't you ever wanted to make love on a beach, under the hot tropical sun with the sounds of the waves breaking against the shore?" Quatre gave him a sultry look with a hint of steel underneath. Trowa sighed inwardly. He knew that look and it meant Quatre had his heart set on something and nothing would deter him. Foolishly, he put up a token protest.
"You watch too many old movies."
"It's romantic! We came here because we agreed we needed to spice things up a bit, didn't we?"
"It's sweat, sunscreen, and sand in your ass, Quatre! Excuse me if I'm a huge fan of nice clean sheets, air conditioning, and a handy shower."
"You're spoiling my vacation AND my mood, Trowa!" Quatre folded his arms and drew down pale brows until they formed a V of annoyance over his expressive eyes.
Trowa sighed outwardly. "I'm sorry, and you're right, we agreed we needed this time to do fun, romantic things together."
"I think you can find a better way to apologize than that." Trowa grunted loudly as he found himself on his back in the sand, arms pinned above his head and straddled by a grinning blond satyr.
"Does this mean I've forgiven for being dull and unromantic?" He blew a piece of hair out of his mouth.
"Well, I'm thinking about it, but I need more evidence of repentance." Was the teasing response as a blond head bent down to systematically torture the smooth chest below him.
"Please!" Trowa attempted to buck off his "tormentor" but found himself willing to capitulate as the oral assault moved further and further southward until his stomach rippled under the tickling tongue laving his navel.
"I should have your tongue registered as a lethal weapon." Trowa groaned as he lifted his hips to facilitate the removal of his last bit of clothing.
"But, where would I keep the permit?" Quatre grinned down at him, equally and gloriously nude.
"Smart ass." Trowa grumbled playfully and reached around to fondle the aforementioned body part.
"Happy ass." Quatre gently corrected him. "And about to get happier."
Trowa looked up into the blazing sunshine and had to grin at the illusion of sunlight gleaming off of platinum blond hair making Quatre appear to have suddenly gained a halo.
"What are you leering at?" Quatre peered down at him and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
"Nothing."
"I'll show you nothing."
"Where'd you put it?"
"In the pocket of my trunks, I'll get it."
Quatre performed a small feat of kinesthetic dexterity by retrieving a small bottle from the zip pocket of his discarded surfer trunks and still never breaking suction from Trowa's mouth.
"Impressive." Trowa said when he could.
"You know what they say about practice."
"I plan on being too deprived of blood to my brain to attribute that quote."
Quatre poured a large dollop of the slick substance into his palm.
"Coconut?" Trowa raised his brows.
"I was inspired by the tropical setting."
"It makes me hungry for cream pie."
"You can't have any pudding until you have your meat." Quatre waggled his brows and grinned, showing even white teeth against the beginnings of a tan.
"Quatre, that feels…odd." Trowa wiggled and frowned up at an intent Quatre, who was putting the coconut scented lube to good use.
"Oh, it looks like I've gotten some sand in it, love. No problem, I'll wipe it off and start over."
"This is really uncomfortable." Trowa grimaced and rolled over.
"Well, the sand is sticking. You'll have to jump in and wash off."
"You know the only thing worse than sand in your ass, Quatre?" Trowa asked between clenched teeth as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Sand stuck to lube in your ass?"
"Got it in one." Trowa stood up carefully and winced as he gingerly walked into the warm ocean until he was waist deep.
"I'm so sorry, baby." Quatre waded in behind him, looking contrite.
"It stings!"
"What?" Quatre looked alarmed.
"The salt water. It's not feeling really great were the sand was rubbing me."
"Well, at least the sand is gone, lets go inside." Quatre guiltily tugged at Trowa's arm.
"Okay, give me a minute."
"Quit stinging?"
"Yeah, I think I'm fine now. A little raw, but I'll survive."
"You were right about the sand, I'm sorry. They never mention this in those movies."
"That's because it's the movies." Quatre smiled apologetically and Trowa pulled him into an embrace.
"Ah, shit, what was that?" Quatre yelled, suddenly jumping backwards.
"What?" Trowa looked around in alarm.
"Something stung me, and it's burning like hell!" Quatre moaned and flailed around behind his back in the water.
"Where?"
"Right on the ass!"
"We need to get out right now, probably a jellyfish!"
"Isn't that poisonous?" Quatre's eyes were shut tight with pain.
"Yes, but we won't know how bad it is until I can see." Trowa grabbed his lover by the arms and practically dragged him to shore.
"It really hurts!"
"Just hang in there, I need to look at it."
Trowa pushed Quatre to the sand and gently turned him over. A palm sized mottled red area graced Quatre's left buttock.
"Do something, it's burning!" Quatre's eyes were still squeezed shut against the pain.
"I've heard you're supposed to pee on it."
"What?" Quatre hissed through clenched teeth, giving Trowa an incredulous look over his shoulder.
"Pee on it." Trowa enunciated clearly.
"You're fucking kidding me, right?"
"No, I'm perfectly serious, something in urine that's supposed to neutralize the poison."
"Go ahead."
"Well, I don't know…" Trowa said hesitantly.
"Just DO it!"
Trowa shrugged and took himself in hand, aiming.
"I can't."
"Can't what?" Quatre glared at him, biting his lower lip.
"I can't pee when I'm nervous."
"Oh, I cannot believe this!"
"You're not helping."
"Piss on me or I'll kick your ass!"
Trowa bit his lip to keep from laughing. "I never thought I'd hear you say that!"
"Only you would think this is kinky."
"Only me, Mr. `Let's pretend you're the delivery man'?"
"It really hurts." Quatre rested his head on his folded arms and bit his lip again.
"Okay, okay, I'll try."
Trowa took aim again along with a deep relaxing breath.
Quatre felt warm wetness on his back and buttocks.
"You really peed on me, didn't you?"
"I believe at your request?"
"It's…not stinging so much." Quatre sighed in relief as the pain faded somewhat.
"I think we need to get you to an emergency room, love."
"Bring me the wireless, and I'll call the helicopter."
Trowa nodded and turned towards the beach house up on the hill.
"And, oh, Trowa?"
"Yes?"
"Some clothes?" He gestured down at his still nude body.
"Yes, dear."
"And lover?"
"Hm?"
"Tell Duo that I begged you to pee on me, and I'll be putting sand in the lube from now on."