* * * * * * * * * * *
Quatre beamed at Trowa in the romantic restaurant. The brown-haired boy
looked even better, if that was possible, in the candlelight, and Quatre
found Trowa irresistible anyway. Trowa was just so graceful, the lithe body
making even simple movements seem elegant. Quatre could get turned on just by
watching him eat. Especially watching him eat, the blond boy mused, watching
Trowa lick his lips and thinking about what those lips did to him every
Trowa noticed his blond lover wasn't eating, but was staring at him with a
dangerous smile on his lips. Trowa knew his angelic-looking lover well, and
that look told him that Quatre's thoughts were far from angelic at the
moment. His delicate lover was very inventive and adventurous, and Trowa knew
that Quatre wanted something. He looked up to meet his love's eyes.
Quatre smiled at Trowa. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Trowa?"
Trowa shook his head and answered, "You're the beautiful one, my angel." And
Quatre certainly looked a picture of innocence, blond hair glowing in the
candlelight, pink cheeks flushed, aqua eyes sparkling. But Trowa knew looks
could be very deceiving.
Quatre scooted closer to Trowa in the semi-circular booth. "You look
positively delicious tonight, Trowa. Good enough to eat."
Trowa felt his arousal respond to Quatre's words, his mind supplying him with
visions of just how good it felt to have that mouth wrapped around him,
sucking... "Little one, you're teasing me."
Quatre smiled again, and scooted even closer. "Oh, but, Trowa, you're wrong.
I never tease. I always follow through, don't I?" Trowa felt a small hand on
his thigh, inching higher. Luckily, there was a long tablecloth, so their
activities weren't completely obvious. Trowa felt his cheeks flush as he
realized Quatre's intent.
"Quatre," warned Trowa, but the name ended in a moan as the blond moved his
"Yes, Trowa?" Quatre replied, the very picture of wide-eyed innocence. "Is
there a problem?" All the while, his hand continued to slide upwards.
"No, no problem, my naughty angel," Trowa said as then other boy's hand found
his zipper and began toying with it. His breath caught as Quatre eased the
zipper down gently. Questing fingers reached inside.
"Oh, Trowa, you're the naughty one. No underwear?" Quatre smiled as he
wrapped his fingers around his lover's erection.
Trowa tried to keep his voice even as the blond boy squeezed his length. "I
thought you liked that, my love. Are you angry?" An involuntary moan came
form his lips as Quatre stroked slowly.
Quatre glanced around the restaurant; no one seemed to suspect what was going
on in the booth. He began to stroke more, pulling Trowa's cock free of his
pants so he had better access. "No, I'm very happy."
Trowa's face was flushed and he was gripping the seat with both hands to keep
from crying out. "I could make you even happier, little one."
"Oh, really?" Quatre asked, squeezing and stroking. He rubbed his thumb over
the tip of Trowa's erection and he could feel the moisture, proof of Trowa's
excitement. "How would you do that, my love?"
Trowa turned to look directly into Quatre's eyes, his green orbs smoldering
with passion. "I would bend you over and bury my cock deep in your beautiful
ass, over and over, my Quatre," he whispered.
It was Quatre's turn to shiver; the brutal words and barely restrained desire
in his usually calm lover's eyes drove him wild. He stroked Trowa's arousal
faster, making the tall boy moan again.
"Oh, Trowa, I want that so much. But I don't want to wait till we get home,"
Quatre breathed, his own erection throbbing relentlessly.
"Nor do I, angel. I have an idea," Trowa answered as he signaled for the
Trowa managed to get Quatre's hand out of his pants, and his erection back
in, by the time they had paid the check. It seemed to take forever to get to
the car. Trowa had insisted they drive themselves this time, and they had
parked in a nearby parking garage. To get to the right level, they had to
take an elevator, and Quatre seized the opportunity to rub against Trowa as
much as possible. Trowa moaned as he felt his angel press against him
enticingly. He had been so hard for so long, he was sure he was about to
They approached the car, a black Jag. Trowa led Quatre around the far side,
and paused, drawing his love close. Quatre pressed himself against Trowa,
grinding his erection against the other boy. "Oh, Trowa, I want you so much,"
the blond breathed.
"How much?" Trowa replied, sliding a hand down Quatre's back to cup his ass.
"Enough to let me take you right here?"
Quatre gasped. "Trowa! You're such a hentai! Here? In public?"
Trowa nodded. "You didn't seem to have a problem stroking me under the
table," he answered. "Now let me please you. You turn me on so much, I just
can't wait until we get home to have you screaming underneath me."
Quatre was moaning form Trowa's words alone. The normally reserved boy was so
turned on, that he wanted to risk getting caught... the very idea excited him
even more. "Anything you want, Trowa."
Trowa smiled. He walked up to his angel and unbuttoned the immaculate dress
pants, letting them fall to the ground around Quatre's ankles. He also eased
down the black silk boxers, and Quatre stood before him, rock hard and
trembling. "Beautiful," breathed Trowa. "Turn around."
Quatre turned around, and felt Trowa come up behind him. Trowa pushed his
lover gently forward, up against the car. "Bend over."
The blond boy moaned as he bent over, leaning on the car, leaving his ass
exposed to the air and Trowa's eyes. He looked over his shoulder and shivered
when he saw the way his lover was regarding him, undisguised lust in his
green eyes. Trowa had a tube of lube in his hand, and a wicked smile on his
Then Trowa was behind him, spreading his legs as far as the pants around his
ankles would allow. Quatre felt a lubricated finger enter him, and gasped. He
was bent over the hood of his car, pants down, getting ready to be
fucked...in the middle of a parking garage... it was so kinky, Quatre loved
Trowa's cock ached as he prepared his angel. The idea that Quatre would let
him do this, here, was enough to drive his passion to the limit. All he
wanted was to be inside the blond boy, anywhere, anytime.
Quatre squirmed on the hood of the car, anxious to be taken. He felt Trowa's
hands leave him, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper. He moaned. "Please,
"Hurry? Why, Quatre? Because someone could come down here at any time, and
see what deliciously depraved things I'm doing to you?" Trowa positioned
himself, teasing them both by rubbing his slick cock up and down the cleft of
Quatre's perfect ass.
Quatre moaned and tried to push back onto Trowa's erection. "Please, I need
it so bad. Fuck me, Trowa!"
"Mmm, I will, Quatre, but I'm not going to hurry. I'm going to enjoy every
second of this. Every inch of my hard cock is going deep in your sweet ass,
my little angel." Trowa entered him then, pushing in slowly, taking his time.
Quatre tried to push back, but Trowa's superior strength held him still.
Quatre whimpered, beyond words.
Trowa continued to press inside his love, saying, "And if anyone does come
down here, I don't care. They can watch me fuck the hell out of you on this
car, Quatre. You're mine, only mine, and I don't care who knows it." With
that, he was all the way inside his angel, and he rolled his hips slowly,
making the blond boy gasp.
Quatre was gone, reduced by Trowa to a creature of sensation. He leaned
against the car, giving himself over to what his love was doing to him,
trusting Trowa to hold him tightly. And Trowa did hold Quatre, gripping the
blond's slim hips firmly as he began to thrust his arousal in and out.
Trowa built up a pounding rhythm, reveling in the sounds his thrusts wrenched
from his lover's sweet lips. Quatre took every thrust, begging for more in a
rapidly rising voice. The sports car rocked with the boy's coupling; then
Trowa pulled Quatre back against him, still driving in and out, so he could
reach his angel's erection.
Wrapping graceful fingers around Quatre's straining cock, Trowa pumped the
other boy inside and out. Quatre couldn't take any more; he cried Trowa's
name and emptied his desire all over the shiny black car.
Quatre's body clenched around Trowa's arousal; Trowa quickly followed his
love into ecstasy. "I love you," the green-eyed boy gasped, and filled Quatre
with his passion.
The two boys clung to each other, lost in the aftermath of ultimate pleasure.
Quatre mumbled, "Love you, Trowa... forever," as the taller boy gently helped
his lover back into his clothes.
Bonelessly, Quatre slid into the passenger's seat, sighing with happiness.
"Home?" he inquired softly.
Trowa smiled at his blond angel, who had captured his heart as well as his
body. "Anything for you, Quatre. But might I suggest we go through a car wash