Keeping My Hands Busy

Here ya go...I had a bit of writers block but I am all better now.

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Thinking that his little one was just going to be ok was a huge mistake. Trowa didn't know if he had anything left to give his little one to help him heal. So here was his dilemma, the blonde had woken up in tears and when Trowa had tried to hug him, the blonde backed away so fast that he had fallen off the bed because he didn't even take the time to get his feet off the bed first. They stayed that way for a few moments before Quatre had bolted off the floor and locked himself in the bathroom. Trowa had tried knocking but when he didn't get an answer he asked if the blonde was alright. All he got was a sniffle in response from the other side of the door.

So now here he was, laying on the bed staring at the ceiling waiting for his little one to come out of the bathroom. He had called Duo and told him that he and Quatre would be in late...if they got in at all. The braided boy immediately started getting graphic with what he thought Trowa had done when he joined Quatre the previous night and Trowa had to hang up on him because he didn't even pause to breath, let alone let someone else talk. The braided boy could think what he wanted, but silently, Trowa knew that Duo didn't even consider sex with Quatre an option right now. Trowa wasn't sure if he appreciated that...no matter how true it was.

"Trowa!" Said boy was at the bathroom door in a heartbeat.

"What do you need little one?" He asked quietly, seeing as how he didn't need to shout across the room.

"It...it's not going away." Why did the blonde sound like he was starting to panic? What wasn't going away?

"You need to be a bit more specific little one."

"It's embarrassing...it always goes away as soon as I step in the shower." Had the shower been running? Maybe when he was on the phone with Duo.

"What goes away? Quatre...will you let me in, it isn't easy to understand without seeing you." Trowa was near pleading, his little one was sounding more worried and fearful by the second and now he sounded as if he was in pain.

Sighing in relief as he heard the lock click, Trowa took a small step away from the door. As soon as the blonde swung the door open, Trowa nearly fell forward and grabbed onto the door frame to steady himself. His little one was naked...well, he had a towel around his waist, but Trowa was fairly sure he wasn't wearing anything under it. The blonde was still dripping wet as well, but that wasn't what made him off balance, oh no. What immediately captured his attention was the lump in the front of the towel. So that was what wouldn't go away. Trowa immediately pulled his eyes towards the blonde's face. Silently questioning him about it.

"It won't go away." He whispered and Trowa was shocked when he saw a tear fall. His little one really wanted it to go away, but why didn't he just get rid of it? "It always goes away...for two years it's gone away. Why won't it stop?" Oh god...there were so many ways Trowa could handle this and honestly he didn't think any of them were the right way to go. Wait did his little one say two years?

"This hasn't happened in two years? Meaning you haven't touched yourself in two years? Is this why you wanted to get away from me so badly when you woke up?" Only receiving a nod, Trowa had to bite the inside of his cheek in order to keep from smiling. There was one way he could fix this really quickly.

"Trowa...why won't it go away?" The blonde was pleading with him now.

"I can help you...if you want me to, but the only way I know how to get rid of one without a cold shower is to finish it off." The blush that spread over Quatre's face was so cute, Trowa knew there was no way that the blonde would agree to it though.

His little one was shaking his head but Trowa could see the real emotions in his eyes. His little one was actually thinking about letting him finish him off. He wasn't going to expect anything though, because Quatre had wanted things before and not given in. Trowa took the smallest step forward he could.

"I'll help you if you want me to, otherwise I'm not going to touch you." Quatre had to ask one question before he could decide.

"Will you stop if I ask?"

"In a heartbeat." Quatre closed his eyes tight and very slowly nodded once. Trowa forced himself to go slow, knowing that his little one would finish without him actually having to touch. Two years was too long to hold off.

Leaning down, Trowa met Quatre's lips. It really was an addiction he was getting that he didn't see himself ever having to give up. Feeling soft hands on his face, the taller boy smiled into the kiss and ghosted his fingers over the blonde's bare sides. Feeling the blonde's entire body twitch, Trowa did it again to see if he would get the same reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Trowa very cautiously opened his mouth to see the reaction he would get. Silently rejoicing when the blonde slipped his tongue in his mouth, Trowa finally put his arms around his little ones back and pulled him so they were flush.

Feeling Quatre tense the moment their bodies pressed together, Trowa kept his entire body still except to kiss. His little one relaxed as the kiss got deeper and Trowa noticed that the small lump he had seen now felt like a rather big problem. Pulling away from the kiss, Trowa looked into his little ones eyes, silently telling him, he was going to help now.

"Trowa...wait, maybe this isn't...I mean I don't think I can..."

"Do you want me to stop?" Quatre was silent for a long time.

"It hurts, and I don't think it'll go away. Maybe I should just do it myself, I can't ask you to-"

"Of course you can. I'm more than happy to help you."

"But Trowa, I can't...you know...to you." His little one was worried about not being able to do it back?

"This is for you, not for me. You aren't ready to finish me off, and I'm alright with that. I told you, I won't push you." The hands that were on his face slipped down to grab onto his belt loops. They stood there for a while just waiting for Quatre to make a decision. When he finally nodded, Trowa very carefully maneuvered him so his back was against the bathroom counter. It would give him a little leverage. The blonde was no where near ready to feel his hands on him, so, he'd do the next best thing.

Pressing their lower halves together, Trowa shifted just enough to cause friction. He had prepared himself for a lot of reactions...mainly ones where he was going to get hit, but he wasn't prepared for the soft gasp, the hands raising to his shoulders, tightening to leave marks. What surprised him most was that his little one pulled him into a kiss and shifted his lower half against him.

Oh Allah, Quatre felt sick, but it felt too good to stop. Shifting again, he wasn't sure if he was more pleased or scared when Trowa pushed back. He moaned into the kiss when, on the next push, Trowa kept the hard pressure and moved his hips in small thrusts. At this point, Quatre didn't even care that the towel was rubbing against him, he just cared that Trowa was the one pushing him closer to the edge and that he was equally hard.

Trowa was impressed to say the least. If he had held out for two years he would of already spilled from just the small amount they had done. It looked like Quatre was actually trying to draw it out, the thought turned him on more than he thought it should have. His little one wanted him.

"Trow-I can't-I'm going to-"

"Let go little one." Feeling the shutter run through the blonde's body, Trowa didn't even care that the front of his pants were still extremely tight. He hadn't gone over the edge, but his little one had, and that was all that mattered. Pulling away just the slightest bit, Trowa swore he got harder. Quatre's entire body was flush, his hair was drying, but now it was sticking up at weird angles, the front of his towel was wet and to top it all off, his seed was dripping off the towel and running down his leg.

He stood like that for almost a full minute before he started turning green. He couldn't believe he and Trowa had just-that he let him...oh Allah, he really did feel sick now. This entire thing was a bad idea, Trowa should leave, Quatre would never be fully ready for this. He didn't think he could get over it, not even for Trowa. Finally looking up to the taller pilot after his mind cleared, Quatre couldn't help but start crying. Even if he wasn't empathic, the emotion was written all over his face. Love and desire, not lust like the men who had broken him had. Smiling and wiping the tears away, Trowa helped him into the shower before gently pulling off the towel.

"Clean up little one, I'm going to use the other bathroom." Receiving a nod, Trowa smiled and closed the bathroom door on his way out. "Best morning I've had in a long time." Trowa said to himself as he headed off to take care of his own problem.

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O.O Wow....I can't believe I wrote it like that...oh well ^.^ I like it, Review please.