Blushing Moon

Blushing Moon


Duo Maxwell yawned and stretched, then looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was a quater past eleven. He stretched again and put the manga he had been reading on the end table beside the couch and stood up. He decided he should turn in, and needed to brush his teeth and comb out his hair, as well as get a blanket from the hallway closet. He also needed to check on Quatre, who was spending the night up in Duo's room. The blonde had turned in almost an hour before.

The braided brunette stretched again and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. He made short work of brushing his teeth and relieving his bladder, but when it came to his hair there was nothing fast about it. He spent almost fifteen minutes brushing it out of his braid before he was satisfied. His next stop was to check on Quatre, as his bedroom door was right before the linen closet. His bare feet made no noise on the wood floor as he walked down the hall.

The door to the bedroom was just barely open and Duo was about to push it in so as to look in on his guest when he heard a noise from within that made him stop. He wasn't sure, but he thought he had heard his name. Another noise, very quiet and breathy, came from the room and a wave of curiosity overtook the brunette. He positioned his ear by the crack of the door, using the door frame for support so he wouldn't push the door open, and strained his ears to listen.

Quatre's voice wafted through the door and this time Duo was sure it was his name. He blinked several times, staring at the wooden barrier in disbelief. If he wasn't very much mistaken, prim and proper Quatre Reberba Winner was in his, Duo's, bedroom, on his, Duo's, bed, moaning his, Duo's, name. The thought of this gave Duo a warm feeling in the lower part of his body and when he looked down he saw that his pajama shorts were tenting.

More noises emerged from the room and Duo rested his forehead against the door frame. Quatre. In his room. Pleasuring himself over him. It was something the brunette had only dreamt about, and now it was happening this very night! He battled with himself: a part of him wanted to burst into the bedroom and fuck Quatre until they both came in glorious climax, the other part not wanting to embarrass the blonde. What won out was a mixture of the two; Duo decided to watch his friend by pushing the door the tiniest way open, just enough for him to see through the crack.

This he did and what met his eye made him take in a sharp breath. Quatre's pale skin and blonde hair contrasted greatly with the dark blue of Duo's bedlinens and the effect was to make him stand out more and give Duo an almost perfect view of the blonde. Quatre's small frame was lying flat on the bed, his legs spread apart. The brunette could just barely see the other boy's shirt, as it was unbuttoned and off his shoulders, hugging his taught body around his elbows. This was all taken in during a single second, as Duo's violet eyes were almost instantly pulled towards the blonde's length. He was stroking it rhythmically with one hand, the other, as Duo mentally noted, was clutching the sheets.

Duo bit his bottom lip, trying to resist the urge to moan at what he saw. His eyes were transfixed on Quatre's delicate hand, moving up and down along his penis, extracting moans and whimpers from his soft lips. The brunette's mind began to wander, imagining that it was him, not Quatre, who was stroking that hot length, him, not Quatre, who was causing the blonde to call out his name. He imagined running his tongue over those soft, pink lips as he played with the blonde's manhood.

He heard another moan and instantly Quatre stopped. Duo blinked and then realized that it had been he, not the blonde on his bed, that had made the noise, and he cursed himself inwardly for making it. He also realized why he had made it. Looking down he saw that he had unconciously been rubbing his hand against the bulge in his shorts.

"D... Duo?" came a voice, out of breath and full of the embarrassment that the brunette had been hoping to avoid.

It hadn't been avoided, though, and Duo had been caught. He paused for a moment, thinking over what he was going to do, then nodded his head in affirmation. Letting out a breath through his teeth he pushed open the door all the way, cringing slightly as Quatre raced to cover himself up with the topsheet. He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking down at the blonde Arab, who was blushing furiously and staring at the sheets.

"I-I'm sorry, Duo..." Quatre stammered.

Duo smiled, told himself that this would be okay, and crawled into the bed with the blonde, pushing him back onto the mattress and, without a single word, pressed his lips against the Arab's. He could feel Quatre's astonishment, but the blonde didn't try to pull away, and after a second, he felt him returning the kiss. The brunette positioned himself over the other boy by placing one arm on the bed beside his shoulder and one leg between the blonde's. His other hand he placed on Quatre's face, delighting in the softness of his skin, and the heat of the blush that was apparently still on his cheeks. After a few heavenly moments, the brunette forced himself to pull away from the Arab's soft lips and he smiled down at him.

"Duo..." Quatre breathed, sounding both happy and confused.

"I'm sorry I was spying on you, Quat..." the American said softly, brushing a lock of Quatre's baby blonde hair out of his eyes, "But I'll make it up to you."

He simply smiled in response to the boy's look of bewilderment, and began to kiss at his skin. He started with Quatre's lips again, so soft and moist, and began working his way down his jawline, his neck, over his shoulder and chest. He paused at one of the blonde's nipples, running his tongue over the brown circle, causing Quatre to shiver. He moved downward in almost a zigzag, planting little peckish kisses all over the blonde's abdomen. He finally settled himself between Quatre's legs, planting a kiss on the inside of his thigh.

"Wait, don't," he heard his partner breath.

Duo paused and looked up into Quatre's face. "Isn't this what you want, Quat?" he asked, feeling a surge of panic run through his gut. What if this wasn't what the blonde wanted?

"... Yes, but-" he began.

Duo let out a sigh of relief. "Then it's okay," he whispered. He ran his the tip of his tongue over the head of Quatre's penis, extracting a gasp from him. He smiled to himself and did it again, this time tasting the blonde's precome. If he had been a cat he would have purred.

Before Quatre could protest again the brunette took his length into his mouth, pressing his tonge against his. For a moment he just let it be there, tasting it, and then he began to move along it, sucking it in, then releasing it again. It was better than any of his fantasies and dreams. He felt Quatre's delicate fingers intertwining in his long hair, which was draped around his face like a chestnut curtain as it was no longer in its normal braid.

Quatre's hips pushed up at him as he worked, and he looped his arm under the blonde's leg to give himself more leverage. He bobbed up and down over his length, pausing every so often to run his tongue over the slit and taste the precome all over again. Quatre's moans and gasps pushed him faster, his desire to taste his climax becoming overwhelming, but when the blonde's body tensed around him and he tasted the sweet, hot liquid running over his tongue he decided that it had happened entirely too fast.

He pulled off of Quatre, wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand, and smiled down at the blonde. Quatre looked dazed, his eyes half closed and his mouth open, still breathing hard. Duo leaned forward and took the Arab's lips in another kiss, enjoying a new taste of Quatre's mouth mixed with his come.

Again he forced himself to break the kiss after a minute or so and leaned over the blonde to open the drawer of his bedside table. He could feel the blonde's deep, sea blue eyes watching him as he rumaged through it. Finally he found what he was looking for and pulled it out, shut the drawer, and settled himself between Quatre's legs again. He looked up at his lover's face and saw that those blue eyes were staring wide eyed at the thing in Duo's hand.

Duo's violet eyes traveled down to the tube of lubricant in his hand, then back up to the face of the other boy. "It's okay. I'll be gentle," he cooed.

Quatre nodded slightly, dropping his head back onto the pillow. Duo shifted around a bit, pulling out of his pajama shorts, then pulling his t-shirt off his body and tossing both onto the floor. He then popped the top of the tube of lubricant and squeezed a little out onto his finger. He positioned his finger at Quatre's opening, then leaned up and kissed him again before pushing it in.

The blonde's body tensed around Duo's finger, but between the kiss and the brunette's gentle touches he soon relaxed into it. The American methodically moved his finger in and out of Quatre, preparing him for another. When he pushed the second finger in the blonde tensed again, but it took him only a second to relax this time. As Duo sucked on his tongue and fingered him rhythmically he felt the Arab's length harden against him again.

When he felt that Quatre was sufficiently stretched he broke the kiss and licked the blonde on his parted lips. He then sat back on his heels between the boy's legs and squeezed some more lubricant from the tube and applied some to himself, then some more to Quatre's opening. He positioned himself above the blonde and looked down at his face and smiled gently.

"Are you ready?" he asked quietly. His answer was a nod from the Arab and so he began to push his erection into him slowly, closing his eyes. Quatre was tight, and it was almost painful, but he slid himself completely in and then opened his eyes to look at the blonde. "Are you all right?" he asked in the same quiet voice.

"It... it hurts," Quatre breathed, and Duo noticed that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, completely ready to do so if he was asked to.

The blonde wrapped his arms around the American tightly and shook his head. Duo leaned down and kissed him gently, tenderly, then began to move in and out of his lover's chasm with the same care and tenderness as the kiss. With each stroke Quatre let out a little cry, at first out of pain, but after a while Duo realized that the sound had become full of pleasure.

He moved faster within the blonde, trying to restrain himself from being too rough. At first he tried to kiss the Arab as he had done while fingering him, but soon found that he couldn't hold it long enough because of his own moans. He moved instead to Quatre's neck, nipping and kissing and sucking on it between his outbursts of lust. He ran his fingers through Quatre's soft blonde hair, every so often taking it in his fist.

He could hear Quatre calling his name, moaning in pleasure, could feel the blonde's fingers digging into his back and the friction of his member on his stomach. In among this Duo became lost, and he pushed into Quatre forcefully, pushing his lover into the bed and causing it to move. He could vaguely hear whimpers and cries of passion, and then suddenly he felt Quatre's body constrict around his and the hot liquid of his coming on his stomach.

Something snapped inside Duo's body and with a final shove he filled Quatre with his own climax. He was tense for a long moment, his orgasm pulsing through him like a tidal wave. Finally he fell forward onto the blonde, feeling very winded, and wrapped his arms arond him. They lay like that for a long while, a tangled mass of sticky bodies and long limbs.

******

Duo looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was almost three in the morning and he still wasn't asleep. He lay in his bed, his arms wrapped around his lover, covered with the topsheet and a blanket with little black cats all over it. He nuzzled Quatre and gave a contented sigh.

"Duo?" came the blonde's voice through the darkness, causing the American to jump.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, running the tips of his fingers through Quatre's soft, blonde hair.

"Not really," came the reply, "I've just been wondering something... Why do you have that lubricant?"

Duo sat up a bit and looked down at Quatre's profile. Even in the pale moonlight shining through the open window he could tell that the blonde was blushing. "You'd be amazed how many things that stuff comes in handy for. In fact, just the other day I used it to stop the hinges on my door from squeaking. Now... I have a question for you, Little One."

"What is it?"

"Why were you masturbating in my bed?" Duo laughed softly as Quatre's blush became even more apparent in the moonlight.

"It... smelled of you. I... I didn't mean to, I've just..." his voice trailed off and Duo could tell that he had embarrassed his blonde lover again.

"It's all right, Quat," he said soothingly, leaning over and giving the boy a kiss on the cheek, "Now go to sleep and wake to me in the morning."