by Hex
That Old Love Song; Lyrics and Music by Jarvis Church. I'm assuming the song is property of Jarvis Church and Sony Music Canada but I could be wrong. Enjoy!
Trowa awoke to a familiar click followed by whirring sound. He rolled over in the bed and looked to the CD alarm clock as it began to play a song that made him smile faintly. He hated regular alarms. The sharp busing sounds nearly made him jump out of his skin when they went off. The CD alarm had been Quatre's idea. He said it would help Trowa not have a heart attack first thing in the morning. Quatre. He rolled the name over in his mind, trying to mesh the man laying next to him with the idea of being in love. The ideas coexisted so easily but for some reason Trowa often found himself wondering if he really wasn't dreaming it all. The brunette changed position so that he was lying on his back. He turned to the side his head so he could look at the other occupant stretched out in the bed.
Usually pale skin looked slightly tanned against the pristine white sheets. The blonde was lying on his stomach, both arms curled under him. He was pressing his face into the pillow pointedly shutting his eyes against the opening strains of music. The blanket was pulled up to his armpits, clutched tightly in the hands tucked under his body. Trowa had been with very little blanket covering him for most of the night. Sensing that he was being watched, sleep clouded sea green eyes slowly focused in on Trowa. A soft smile curled Quatre's lips and he stretched like a cat. Coming up on his knees, the blonde stretched his arms out in front of him, his hands pawed at the sheets. His butt went high in the air as he made a rather odd sounding groan in the back of his throat. His back gave a few rather satisfying pops as Quatre let out a small yawn. He flopped back down on the bed peering at Trowa over the bulge that was caused by pressing the side of his face into the pillow.
As if sensing Trowa was having one of his moments of doubt Quatre shifted under the blankets and languidly draped himself over Trowa. He rested his chin on Trowa's chest making sure Trowa had a good view of his face where he was settled. He began to sing a long to the song playing, his voice still scratchy with sleep.
There's something in my heart I must confess
I'm not worthy of this happiness no
The blonde leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Trowa's lips singing all the while. The action made Trowa smile. Trowa began to gently massage Quatre's scalp.
'Cause there's a love song that can make a woman fall
in love
A love song that can give a man what he's been dreamin' of
Quatre straddled Trowa and pressed his lips gently against the bridge of Trowa's nose. He used both hands to brush the brunette's hair from his face. He leaned down and began mouthing the words against the skin of Trowa's cheek.
And when I put it on, that old love song
I know I will have you forever I can do no wrong
Quatre pressed his forehead against Trowa's and began singing the words again while running his eyes hungrily over the brunette's face.
But hey, it's just an illusion
Oh baby I don't know what I'm doing
I'm sorry but you
You're the one I've been foolin'
Trowa smiled so broadly he showed teeth, something that was out of the ordinary for him. He grabbed Quatre by his thighs and rolled them over. He pinned Quatre's hands down and interlaced their fingers. He began to breathe the words into the shell of Quatre's ear.
I'm just an ordinary man
Just a face in a crowd, just a little grain of sand
But when I hear this love song, I can be who ever I wanna be
With this love song I can win your heart so easily
Trowa gave Quatre's earlobe a sharp tug with his teeth. Quatre shook his head to get his ear free. The blonde tried to capture Trowa's lips with his own but the brunette thwarted him. Quatre growled in frustration and clamped his teeth down on Trowa's neck. It earned the blonde a startled groan and a jerk of hips. Trowa let out a low chuckle pressed his forehead into the pillow so he could sing next to Quatre's ear.
And when I put it on, that old love song
I know I will love you forever I will do no wrong
But hey, it's just an illusion
Oh baby I don't know what I'm doing I'm scared it's you
It's you that I'm loosing
Quatre untangled his fingers from Trowa's. The blonde took Trowa's cheeks in his hands and forced the other man to look him in the eye. He placed a finger on Trowa's lips as he continued the song from where Trowa had left off.
But this love song doesn't have to be pretend
This love song right here is genuine
This love song never, never, never has to end
Quatre teased Trowa's lips until they parted and the pair began twining their tongues together in earnest. The last part of the song was completely ignored as the pair pressed close and tangled their tongues together.
And when I put it on, that old love song
I know, I know, I know I can't go wrong
But hey, it's just an illusion
Oh baby I don't know what I'm doing I know it's you
You're the one I've been foolin'
But hey it's just an illusion
"Was there a reason you set the alarm this morning?" Trowa asked, curling up alongside Quatre once they had broken apart. He tucked his head under Quatre's chin and began tracing a lazy pattern on Quatre's side with his finger.
"I just wanted to wake up to that song. Is there something wrong with that?" Quatre asked.
"There is when you know what it does to me." Trowa replied.
"Oh, you mean how it makes you horny?" Quatre teased and slipped a hand underneath the blankets. It wandered along Trowa's side and stalled at his hip. A soft fingertip drew circles on his hipbone.
"Why are you always at your most perverted first thing in the morning?" Trowa mused aloud.
"Because I've had all night to store the energy."
Quatre's hand began tormenting him under the sheets. Trowa shivered happily and rocked his hips into the attention. The brunette pressed his forehead against Quatre's temple and panted softly. Trowa groaned and reached up to pull Quatre's face to his. They kissed. Quatre with a controlled, seductive, claiming of Trowa's mouth as he chuckled around Trowa's attempt at devouring him. Trowa tried to run a hand down Quatre's chest but it was pinned to a pectoral by Quatre's upper arm. The brunette wiggled his hand free and buried it in Quatre's hair.
Trowa's world had narrowed down to Quatre's hands and lips when they suddenly left. The blonde pushed Trowa back and rolled over to face away from him. Trowa could only blink stupidly at the curve of Quatre's naked back as it shook with laughter.
"If that's all you had the energy for, you're dead." Trowa growled. Quatre's howl of laughter dissolved into groans and squeaking springs.