Keeping My Hands Busy

So I know I said I wasn’t going to start another story until this one was finished, but I’m SOOOOOO blocked on this story, (which I figured out is because I’ve NEVER written a serious story) so I’m going to start another and hopefully get more ideas for this one.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy.


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Trowa quietly shut the door behind himself and cringed when he heard the bedroom door nearly slam shut and the lock click into place. Looked like he was going to sleep on the couch tonight. He still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. It was obvious that the blonde had been shocked by him saying he loved him…but…this much?

Sighing to himself, Trowa made his way into the smaller bathroom and stripped to his boxer. How was he going to fix their blonde this time? All he had done was tell the truth. It didn’t matter that he knew it was a bad idea, it was time his little one knew.

Finishing in the bathroom, Trowa went to the linen closet and grabbed some blankets, barely casting a glance at the bedroom door. He made a bed for himself on the couch and grabbed his school bag…just because the professor had gone missing didn’t mean they didn’t have homework.

Pulling out a sketch book, he started on his assignment. It was five when he started, since they had left the charity so early, but he jumped when the phone rang an hour later. He looked down the hall wondering if the blonde was going to get it from his room. The ringing immediately stopped and Trowa couldn’t help wondering if the other had just picked the phone up and set it back down.

Getting back to work, Trowa tried his hardest to ignore the small sounds coming from down the hall. It sounded like the blonde was mumbling to himself…which he probably was. The brunette just left him to his thoughts. He had to figure out that Trowa really did love him. Sighing for the second time that night, Trowa shook his head. Quatre would have to do something…make the next move, so he could figure out where to go next.

Feeling someone watching him, he held back the smile. He hadn’t even heard the bedroom door open, but the blonde was standing by the beginning of the hall watching him. He continued, waiting for the blonde to move first.

“Trowa-” It was little more than a whisper, but he turned toward it anyway. He tried his hardest to not let his eyes roam over the blonde, but he was shirtless and Trowa really didn’t stand a chance.

“Yes little one?” Trowa forced his eyes up to the blonde’s face.

“That was…it was…the doctor.” The brunette nodded before realizing what that meant.

“And?”

“I’m clean.” Trowa couldn’t describe how he felt. This was fantastic…wasn’t it? Why did his little one look mortified by the information?

“That’s great.” He wanted to add ‘isn’t it?’ but held back.

“Yeah…” Quatre barely breathed out as he walked over and sat on the makeshift bed. “I’m…I’m not-” Seeing the blonde hold himself was killing him. He wished he could just reach out and pull him close, but he still didn’t understand what was going through the blonde’s head. “Can I-” Quatre stopped himself, but Trowa saw the glance at him and smiled as he opened his arms.

“Come.” Quatre hesitated the briefest second before sliding over to sit on the brunette’s lap. He really liked his blonde topless against him. “Are you alright?” Trowa wouldn’t have asked, but his little one…he wasn’t shaking, wasn’t crying…he was just…still.

“Will you…touch me?” The blonde was sure he would be permanently red after asking that, but when Trowa’s lips brushed his forehead, he could feel the embarrassment draining from him. He knew he was being brave…but…he had to know that this wasn’t a dream…he really was clean. He had wanted Trowa to touch him for a while, but every time the thought entered his mind, he felt nauseous.

Did his little one really just ask him that? Well he sure as hell wasn’t going to say ‘no’ to him. Kissing his way down the others face, Trowa hesitated before taking the others lips in a kiss that was deeper than any kiss he had given the blonde before. Feeling his little one immediately let him take control, Trowa couldn’t help but groan. Why was his little one being so complacent with him?

Running his hand down the others chest, the brunettes body tried to get his brain to stop working. This was what he wanted…and the blonde wanted it to. Question it later. Trowa hated to do it…but he knew his body would win out. Sliding his had down just to the edge of the cotton pants, he let his fingers glide over the skin above the waistband.

He was about to ask what the blonde wanted him to do, and was surprised when he didn’t need to. Quatre had reached down and led his fingers to where he wanted them to be. The blonde could feel the shock radiating off of the taller boy. He couldn’t do this…not willingly…not on his own…not again. He felt the tears start falling before he could stop them. He knew that Trowa would pull away as soon as he felt them, but when the blonde shifted, Trowa’s hand moved and nothing at that moment could have made either of them stop.

The taller pilot was feeling a bit out of place. His little one had gasped when his fingers had moved and suddenly the blonde had grabbed his hand and slowly led it underneath the soft material. He could feel the tears falling against his chest, and he was sure that was the reason that his little one wouldn’t let him break the kiss. He had to stop this. He tried to remove his hand but felt the blonde grab his wrist.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“I told you in the shower-”

“I’m not pushing myself!” The blonde urged Trowa to believe him. “I don’t want to go farther than this. Please?” The blue eyes looked at him through those dark eyelashes, damp with tears and Trowa couldn’t say ‘no’ anymore. Consequences be damned.

He allowed the blonde to replace his hand and sighed. This was good for both of them…at least, that’s what he was trying to tell himself. Watching the blonde tilt his face up, Trowa smiled and kissed him. If Quatre really wanted a hand job then he’d get the best one Trowa could possibly give him.

Wrapping his fingers around his little one’s shaft, Trowa gave an experimental tug. Quatre had to pull away from the kiss to gasp after his breath left him, that was only the first stroke! He realized he wasn’t going to last long at all, but he found himself thinking that he really didn’t care how long he lasted, just so long as it was Trowa that got him off.

Trowa had the sudden urge to lay the blonde down and take him into his mouth, but stopped that thought in its tracks. Maybe one day…but not right now. Slowly running his fist from base to tip, Trowa pulled his hand back. Quatre was about to complain but watched as the brunette licked his palm before grabbing his shaft again. He repeated the action and watched as the blonde started squirming.

Trowa could tell the exact moment the blonde realized what he was squirming on. He pulled slowly as he watched the blondes face. Not green and not pink…well, no more than it was before he felt the brunette’s erection. Quatre shyly met his eyes before tilting his face up again. Trowa knew that was the sign for ‘kiss me now’ so the blonde didn’t actually have to utter the words.

The brunette took his mouth softly and thrust his tongue in time with his fisting hand. Trowa felt the blonde start squirming just the slightest bit more, trying to gently thrust into the brunette’s hand. Trowa released his little one again as he shifted the blonde’s pants and boxers over his hips.

“Wha-” The blonde had pulled back so fast that Trowa wasn’t even aware his lips were missing until he had spoken. Quatre was already trying to pull his pants back up, but froze when Trowa’s hand covered him again.

“Easier to see what I’m doing little one. You said no farther and I‘ll keep your wish.” After a few strokes, the blonde relaxed enough to let himself sink back against the arm of the couch and watch what the green eyed boy was doing. He shivered as he watched the hand slowly move over him and blushed when he realized Trowa had felt the shiver.

Trowa couldn’t decide which was better. Watching his little ones expression or watching what his hand was doing. He decided that switching between them was just as good. The brunette wasn’t sure that the blonde would be able to look at him in the morning, but he was fairly sure of his reasoning for this. Yes, he was clean, but it had come as such a shock he didn’t believe it.

Both of them groaned when Trowa swiped his thumb over the tip and found a drop of liquid there. The blonde was trying not to move, but he couldn’t keep his hips still. He knew he was going to cum soon, but for some reason, he desperately wanted Trowa to reach his end too. The thing poking into his backside had scared him half to death when he had first felt it…but he was sure that Trowa wasn’t going to use it on him.

Shifting a bit more, Quatre watched as the brunettes visible eye drifted shut. He was enjoying this too? But…the movement couldn’t be doing much for him. Quatre’s brain melted as Trowa gave two quick tugs and pulled him into oblivion. He hadn’t thought he was that close to his end, but Trowa was holding him loosely and was gently rocking him down from his high. Blinking off his haze, Quatre smiled uneasily up at the other.

“Hey there little one.” Trowa smiled at the blonde he was cradling. Quatre started to sit up but was gently held back from it. “You’ll make a mess if you get up little one.” The blonde looked down, not understanding and could literally feel the heat radiating off himself at what he saw. His belly and chest were…uhh…covered in his cum and his pants were still around his hips. Quatre risked a glance at the brunette and felt himself getting interested again. The green eyed boy looked like he would swallow him whole if he could.

“Oh…umm…” Quatre couldn’t force anything else out.

“Do you mind…can I clean you up?” He blushed but nodded at the question.

Feeling a tentative hand against his soft member, Quatre watched as Trowa very carefully used his fingers to wipe up the small drops of cum there. He couldn’t look away as he followed that hand to Trowa’s mouth and watched his tongue come out just long enough to lick his fingers clean. Quatre wasn’t sure if he should be turned on by the sight or want to puke…but at the moment he didn’t exactly feel nauseous. The blonde couldn’t help covering his face with his hands when he heard Trowa groan and wiped a few more stray drops before returning his hand to his mouth.

“You can-” Quatre cut himself off. What was he thinking? He couldn’t tell Trowa it was-

“’I can’ what, little one? Do you want me to do something?” Quatre kept his hands covering his face as he managed to mumble out the most embarrassing sentence of his life.

“You can use your mouth.” When Quatre didn’t hear or feel anything, he peeked from in between his fingers up at the brunette. Who looked like Wufei did right before he got a bloody nose. “Sorry, I- I didn’t- I mean-” Trowa had cut the babbling off by dipping his head down and licking at the blondes chest. Quatre couldn’t help the small moan as the tongue cleaned him.

Trowa was beyond shocked…but he did as his little one requested…and it was SO good! Watching the blonde’s face throughout the entire process had actually let him see some of what his little Quatre was thinking. And the way he tasted! He couldn’t get enough of it. Trowa only pulled back when he was sure his blonde wasn’t going to be sticky in the morning.

“I think it’s bed time little one.” Quatre was still hiding behind his hands but nodded in agreement. Feeling his pants being tugged into place, Quatre peeked down to watch Trowa make him somewhat presentable. He didn’t hesitate to grab onto the brunette’s neck and snuggle in as the taller boy stood and headed to the bedroom.


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Yeah…so you’ve all been very patient with me :D Especially since I haven’t added much lovin to this story…I hope this’ll tide you over for a while and remember next chapter is gonna be their date.