by Sonnet
Quatre's apartment was on the edge of the Thames in the residential district of the Docklands, the large apartment was on the third floor of a converted warehouse and Trowa wondered, somewhat in awe, how Quatre could have afforded such a place.
Trowa gazed out of the window in the sitting area as Quatre rummaged through his fridge to find them something to eat. 'I hope you like pasta Trowa...' I usually go shopping on Sundays so I haven't got much in at the moment, I'm sorry.'
Trowa shook his head, the blonde seemed to have some kind of subconscious need to be constantly apologising for things out of his control. 'Pasta is fine Quatre,' Trowa replied as he moved from the window to stand behind the blonde.
When Quatre stood up Trowa wound two arms around his waist and pulled him against his chest, resting his head on the blonde's shoulder. Quatre gave a quiet sigh and melted into the embrace his eyes slipping shut and the pasta makings clutched forgotten in his hands.
Trowa reached up to take the ingredients from the blonde before placing them on the counter; shifting back slightly he moved his hands up to rest on Quatre's shoulders and began to gently kneed at the tension there. Quatre moaned his approval as the brunette began to massage his shoulders and suddenly found himself having to try very hard to keep his legs from collapsing from underneath him.
Suddenly Quatre pulled away from Trowa and turned to face him his face anxious, 'Trowa, I-I just need to know, I don't mean to sound ungrateful but...well, do you really like me? I j-just don't want you doing this out of pity...I couldn't take that!'
Trowa brought one hand up to caress the blonde's jaw line while his other arm encircled Quatre's waist and brought the young man's body to press against his own. 'It's not pity Quatre...I promise you' he whispered before slipping his hand around the back to the blonde's head and pulling soft pink lips close to meet his own.
Quatre brought his hands to rest on the brunette's chest as he leant closer to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth in silent acceptance when Trowa ran his tongue across his lips. Trowa let his hand fall from Quatre's hair and slip down to rest on the blonde's rear gaining a shudder from the other man as he squeezed gently.
Reluctantly pulling away Trowa glanced at the food on the side, he knew if he let this get any further they wouldn't eat, and Quatre would not be able to speak to him until the next day. For some reason Trowa knew it was important that the blonde was able to get things off his chest tonight rather than waiting and with that in mind he placed one more fleeting kiss on soft lips before resolutely moving away and gesturing to the food on the side.
Quatre pouted for a moment but seemed to understand Trowa's reluctance to let things get too far too quickly and moved next to the brunette to continue preparing dinner.
Once they had finished their meal they retired to Quatre's sitting room, Trowa sat comfortably on the cream leather sofa while Quatre curled up next to him his head laying on Trowa's left leg.
'So Quatre...you needed to talk?'
Trowa broached the conversation. Instinctively knowing that Quatre was having trouble beginning he decided questioning the blonde may make it easier for him to commence. 'Why don't you start with Mark?' Quatre's body tensed at the very mention of the man's name and Trowa ran a soothing hand down the blonde's back.
'H-his father was the editor of the paper I used to work for, I met him at our work's Christmas party last year. He was very charming and well...although I've always known I'm gay, I hadn't really had any relationships before...knowing and actually having experience in relationships is completely different.' He paused for a moment and Trowa waited for him to collect his thoughts.
'My father is the Managing Director of Winner Enterprises PLC...have you heard of it?' Trowa chuckled slightly, 'Quatre I think I would have had to be living as a total recluse not to of heard of Winner Enterprises, they deal in everything from computer software to real-estate right?'
Quatre nodded miserably, 'yeah...well anyway I finally worked up the courage to tell my father of my sexual persuasion about a eight months ago, I thought he'd go nuts...you know, but he turned out to be really supportive.'
'He told me that he'd always had some idea, but he'd wanted me to sort out my own feelings and to tell him in my own time, to be honest I was really quite shocked...I'd expected him to hit the roof! We'd decided quite a while ago that I wouldn't be the one to take over father's position in the company when he retired. I've never really had any love for board meetings and that sort of thing so I went to university to study journalism instead. My sister Iria is quite a bit older then me and is married to the son of one of my father's regional managers so he'll take over when the time comes.'
Quatre shifted so he could move closer to Trowa, the brunette pushed him back slightly so he could move to lie down on the sofa before pulling Quatre down on top of him and wrapping his arms tightly around the blonde's body.
Quatre sighed and brought his head down to rest on Trowa's chest before continuing. 'Anyway, this was all just before Christmas, and then at the party I met Mark and everything just seemed to be falling into place you know? I guess I was so enraptured about having someone paying that kind of attention to me without having to worry about my father's reaction, that I rushed into things a bit sooner than I should have.'
'We dated for a few months and things seemed to get quite serious between us, but then he started getting all clingy and aggressive, he'd start huge arguments about who I'd been seeing behind his back if I ever had to work late, things like that. In the end it all just became too much, I couldn't even go out with friends because he'd throw a fit when I got back and I'd already realised I didn't love him anyway so I called things off.'
'He seemed to take it ok when I told him, but then I got to work the next day to find all my things packed up and a letter on my desk telling me I'd been...relieved of my duties...'
'They came up with some stupid excuse about mistakes I'd made concerning client confidentiality but it was pretty obvious what the real reason was. Anyway I searched around for a couple of weeks until I found the position at the Oracle, which to be honest suits me better anyway.'
'Mark seemed to have backed off after getting me fired so I sort of assumed that I'd heard the last of him and that was the end of it, that I could get on with my life. Then as soon as I started at the Oracle he started phoning me there, and at home, and now every time I turn around he seems to be there. When I come out of work, come home, go out, every time I look around I see him sitting in some coffee shop or standing across the street, he sits in his car outside my apartment and sometimes I just feel like I'm going to go crazy!'
Quatre drew a shuddering breath and Trowa tightened his hold around him before reaching up to wipe away the tear that slid down the blonde's cheek, 'it's alright...' he soothed as Quatre too a deep breath before nodding.
'When he phoned today, it was just the last straw...I told him that if he continued like this I'd go to the police and he threatened that if I did his father's paper would print all about our relationship on the front page. I-I'm just so worried about what that kind of publicity is going to do to my father, he's got a large contract going through at the moment and this is probably the worst time for any bad publicity!'
Trowa nodded thoughtfully. 'It's really not you fault Quatre and I'm sure your father will understand that, why don't you go and see him tomorrow and tell him about what's been going on...at least that will give him warning if anything does get printed about you.'
Quatre sat up slightly to look at him and smiled, 'you're right...thank you Trowa, I feel much better just talking to you!'
Trowa returned the smile, 'as I said before Quatre your welcome, I'll always be here if you need to talk...but right now, I think maybe we've done enough talking!' He pulled Quatre forward and the blonde shifted so that he straddled the brunette before leaning over and pressing his lips against Trowa's.
This time Trowa made no attempt to cool things off as Quatre deepened the kiss and began to run his hands across Trowa's chest delighting in the feel of firm stomach muscles beneath clothing.
Trowa took hold of the blonde's wrists and held them above his head as he pulled Quatre's polo neck over his head and threw it on the floor beside them. Quatre arched into his touch as Trowa ran his hand down his body, hissing as longs fingers flicked over rapidly hardening nipples.
Quatre gave a surprised yelp as Trowa stood up sending him onto his back on the sofa, the brunette took full advantage of Quatre's momentary shock to pick to blonde up off the chair and settle him against his chest.
Quatre laid his head on Trowa's shoulder and pointed to a door at the opposite side of the room, 'that's the bedroom...' he said before catching Trowa's head between his hands and delivering a breath robbing kiss.
Both young men were gasping for breath when Quatre finally pulled back and Trowa made his way quickly to the bedroom laying Quatre down on his front on the bed and covering his body with his own.
Quatre gasped as Trowa began to slowly grind his cloth covered erection against the blonde's equally covered ass, Trowa's lips coming to rest on his back as the brunette proceeded to lick and nip his way down Quatre's spine.
Quatre lifted his hips as Trowa's hands wound their way around to the front of his trousers and the brunette slid them and Quatre's boxers down slim hips, baring the breathless blonde before him. Throwing Quatre's clothes behind them Trowa continued his downward exploration of Quatre's body urged on by the smaller man's soft cries and moans.
Quatre's body went ridged and a gasp escaped his lungs as Trowa lifted his hips slightly and began to lick at the sensitive area behind his sacs. Trowa let a self satisfied smirk cross his face as he flipped Quatre's body over and was rewarded by loud moan as he let his tongue trail lazily along the blonde's ridged erection.
'Mmmm...Trowa...I-I need...oh god!' Quatre gasped out incoherent phrases as Trowa circled the base of his arousal before beginning to suck lightly.
The blonde's hips shot off the bed as Trowa took his whole length in his mouth and began to build up a rhythm, bringing Quatre closer and closer to the edge before backing off and releasing the blonde's throbbing erection, gaining a cry of frustration from the man beneath him.
Trowa smiled promisingly and laid a soothing kiss on Quatre head, Quatre took the hint and smiled back pointing toward the small bedside table, 'top drawer...' he panted and watched with half lidded eyes as Trowa leant over to remove the pot of oil from the drawer.
Sitting up Quatre pulled Trowa's t-shirt off before moving his hands down towards the brunette's jeans. Trowa threw his head back and moaned as Quatre began to run his hand against his cloth cover erection before slowly pulling down the zipper and peeling Trowa's clothing down to his knees. Standing the brunette pulled his jeans and underwear down the rest of the way before stepping out of them and sliding back onto the bed beside Quatre.
He moved forward again to straddle Quatre and kissed him passionately before moving his assault down to the blonde's neck. Quatre purred as Trowa began to bite softly at his collar bone but the sound quickly shifted to a gasp as cool oil was poured down his throbbing erection and slipped down his skin to soak into the sheets beneath him.
Trowa continued attacking Quatre's neck as his hand stole down collecting the oil from the blonde's skin before gently slipping a finger past tight skin and gaining a loud moan from the man beneath him.
Quatre gasped and pressed himself down onto Trowa's finger, 'ungh...oh god, Trowa! Please...not enough...oh...Trowa please!' Trowa let the blonde's cries surround him sending his lust to new levels as he added another finger and then one more, fully stretching his partner and continually striking the spot deep inside Quatre that made him jerk and cry out.
'Trowa! P-please...can't wait anymore...ahhh...damn it Trowa now!'
Driven to distraction by the blonde's blatant demands Trowa removed his fingers from Quatre's body and rolled him over so he was once again lying on his front.
Grasping the oil from where it had rolled forgotten to the end of the bed Trowa coated himself liberally loving the way his hand felt as it slipped across heated skin. Positioning himself against Quatre he paused briefly leaning down to whisper in Quatre's ear 'you ready?' The blonde nodded emphatically 'yes...oh god yes please...ahhh!' he cried out as in one swift motion Trowa seated himself bringing his hips to rest against Quatre's ass.
'Oh god...' Trowa muttered as tight walls grasped him pulling him deep inside Quatre's waiting body, he felt the blonde tense against him and stopped moving, laying soothing kisses alone Quatre's backbone as he waited for his body to relax.
It wasn't long until Quatre began to move against him impatiently and Trowa pulled back slightly before pushing himself back in gaining a moan from Quatre as the blonde shifted to raise himself on his knees. Trowa groaned as the new position clenched Quatre's muscles tighter against him and he pulled out further angling slightly as he drove back in. He knew he had hit the right spot as Quatre cried out his name and slammed himself back brutally.
The rhythm between them built quickly, Trowa surging forward to bury himself as deep in Quatre as possible, the blonde slamming himself back into Trowa just as roughly calling out a stream of commands as he did, more, faster, harder, deeper pushing Trowa to the very edge with the sound of his voice.
Knowing he was unbearably close and that Quatre needed to use both arms to support their position Trowa shifted slightly so he could reach down and encircle the blonde's dripping erection with his hand.
Quatre cried out at the added stimulus rocking frantically between Trowa's cock and his hand. 'Oh...ahhh...Trowa...so...so close...I-I'm...ahhh!' Quatre cried out Trowa's name as he came covering Trowa's hand and the sheets beneath him in his pleasure.
Quatre's muscles tightened around Trowa almost to the point that it was painful and with a triumphant cry Trowa buried himself one final time before feeling his body tense as he came deep inside his lover.
Pulling out, Trowa shifted and fell back onto the bed pulling Quatre over on top of him. Both men lay panting for some time, their bodies occasionally shuddering with aftershocks as they came down from their high.
'Mmmm...Trowa lift your hips up,' Quatre murmured and Trowa wearily complied as the blonde pulled the covers down from beneath him and pulled them over to cover their bodies. Sighing contentedly he laid his head on Trowa's chest before throwing one of his legs over the brunette's body and letting his eyes slip shut.
'Are you feeling better...?' Trowa asked, the question marred slightly by a yawn. Quatre nodded into his chest and smiled, 'much...thank you for being here for me Trowa.'
Too tired to sit up Trowa merely wrapped his arms more tightly around the blonde and laid a kiss on the top of his head, 'if you'll have me, I'll always be here Quatre...' he whispered and Quatre sat up slightly to look into deep green eyes.
'Then you'll be here for me and I'll be here for you...always,' he said before laying a soft kiss on Trowa's lips. The brunette smiled softly and closed his eyes as Quatre laid back down, 'always...' he murmured before they both fell to sleep.
The following Friday:
Trowa awoke to find Quatre already gone, they had stayed the night at Trowa's flat but the blonde had to be in the office for eight and had slipped out without waking his lover. How Quatre had the energy to get up at such a hour after the night they'd had Trowa would never know. Smiling softly he made his way down the stairs to fix himself some breakfast.
He and Quatre had gone to see the blonde's father on the Sunday as Trowa had suggested, also as Trowa had said the man was extremely understanding and assured his son that he could deal with the repercussions of any articles now that he was aware of the problem.
However Quatre had heard nothing from Mark in the last week and Trowa truly hoped that meant he would no longer cause the blonde any problems.
Trowa smiled and shook his head as he entered the kitchen and spotted the paper resting open on the breakfast table a single rose lying on top of it.
He moved over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs before looking down at the paper. The Oracle was open on the centre spread, Trowa's photograph taking up about a quarter of a page. Trowa chuckled as he began to read the introduction; exclusive interview with newest Jazz sensation Trowa Barton, he smiled as his eyes came to rest on the headline, All That Jazz...