Homecoming

Title: Homecoming
Author: Moreena
Show: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 3x4
Summary: Quatre returns home after a long busy month, wondering if Trowa has left him or not. There’s a surprise in store for our lovely blonde.
Warnings: Boy-smut, sex, cuteness, tiny self-insertions, sex and other sexual things that will ruin the story.
Note: I know the part with the driver is not something that actually happens. We’ll say Quatre doesn’t like to use his own jet or driver and prefers to be as close to societal ‘normal’ as possible. Ok, thanks?
Disclaimer: Don’t own Gundam Wing or the boys (or Delta Airline). I own expensive college text books which I will sell back and get nothing for. I also own my other half.
Dedication: To my other half, MY perfect person. You deserve this love! You know who you are…

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Quatre let out a sigh as he settled back into his seat. His first flight had gotten in late and as a result, he had been forced to run to the other side of the airport to make his connection. Things had compounded from late last night to assure that he’d had no time to call his lover and tell him of his arrival home. Which made the flight home all the harder and almost not worth it.

‘Over a month… Hardly talking to one another… I miss you Trowa, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not home, or if you’ve gotten tired of waiting and just left me for someone else to stay with.’

With another sigh he settled back more comfortably, toed off his shoes, and closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep for the three hours he would be flying. He nuzzled the side of his face into the pillow and drifted off into sleep. As he slept, his face relaxed and he dreamt of a wonderful homecoming, complete with flowers and being swept off his feet into bed. A stewardess happened to be walking by and smiled at him. She reached up into the overhead compartment and pulled out a blanket, carefully covering him before moving on with her duties.

As the plane was beginning its initial descent, she returned to the front of the plane with a cup of hot coffee and gently shook his shoulder. She couldn’t hold back the smile that came to her face as he struggled to wake up. His face frowned and his nose wiggled slightly in distaste before his aqua eyes fluttered open. His hand automatically and drowsily came up to take the cup and he thanked her as she walked away. He turned to stare out the window as the city lights came in closer. With a slightly happy sigh, he slid his shoes back on and played more of the waiting game.

Plane landed and carry-on bags successfully with him, he followed the signs to baggage claim where another waiting game began with a large group of people from different planes. As he stood, waiting for the carousel to start up, he grabbed his phone and turned it on. He stuck it back in his pocket and waited. As the baggage began to come around a good ten minutes later, he pulled his phone back out and frowned when the screen came up empty, with no new messages or voice mails, despite the ones he had left for Trowa last night before the chaos had started. As he stood, he fought back the worst case scenarios about why he had nothing from his lover. The moment he spotted his bag, he walked and grabbed it, dropping it on the ground, almost on his foot before he pulled up the handle and headed out the terminal door to the row of waiting taxis. Before he could even pick one, a tall man in a business suit and black hat came to remove his suitcase from his hand. He followed him to a sleek black town car and gratefully climbed into the back seat, not even needing to tell the man where to take him. He sat back against a seat for the very last time of the day he turned to watch the window; half wishing that Trowa had been there to greet him.

“Can you stop at the driveway? I’d like to surprise someone,” Quatre said, half whispering the last half of the request.

The chauffer smiled at him in the mirror and did as requested, climbing out to open his door and retrieve his bag from the trunk. Quatre thanked him and gave him a tip, to which he politely thanked him and gave the standard;

“Please don’t hesitate to fly with Delta Airlines again Mr. Winner.”

Quatre smiled and nodded and watched the car pull away before he turned to look up at the house that he’d shared with Trowa going on three years. He smiled at the handful of lights that were on. Then he wondered if his lover was awake. It was one of the cute quirks that had developed after everything had gone on. He closed his eyes and could picture it perfectly.

Trowa working on a project of some sort, unwilling to accept help and stuck on one of the millions of miniscule details. To help he gets up from the desk and runs a hand through his hair before he starts pacing and glaring at the work. Then he winds up at the door and goes through, turning on the light and pacing there until he comes to the next door. He goes in and turns on the lights. It continues until inspiration hits and he practically runs back to his work to try to finish, forgetting all the lights.

Quatre smiled and adjusted his bags before starting up the driveway, eyes watching all the lit windows. He quietly unlocked the door and deposited his bags just inside the doorway. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his jacket on top of the pile of bags. He stepped into the hallway and let out a soft cry of surprise at a sharp pain in his left calf. Looking down, he found a ball of grey fuzz with claws extended into his leg.

“Hello little one. Do you know where Trowa is?” He asked as he knelt down, gently extracting the claws and scooping up said fuzz ball into his arms.

He rose and rubbed gently at the little belly and smiled at the answering purr and nuzzle. Quatre turned and entered the kitchen, turning off the light when he was assured that Trowa was no where to be found in said room. Finally finished with the downstairs, he gently placed the kitten on the stairs and began to make his way up, being followed by his little grey shadow. At the top of the stairs, he scooped her up again and walked quietly towards the office.

“Is he in here little one?” Quatre asked the kitten, nose wiggling when she mewled softly at him.

Quietly and gently he pushed open the door and almost dropped the kitten at the sight before him. Trowa sat in his chair, head in front of his keyboard, back rising and falling rhythmically in light sleep. He knelt down and placed her on the floor, leaving her to her own devices. With light steps, he found himself next to the chair and placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Love. Time to wake up.”

With a start, Trowa sat up, eyes looking all over, hands twitching into a defensive movement before his brain managed to catch up with what he was seeing. He pushed back from him and looked him over. His breathing slowed to a more normal pace and Quatre smiled.

“Hello Trowa love. Are you alright?”

There was no vocal response. Trowa’s arms quickly wrapped around Quatre’s waist, pulling him close, face nuzzling in his chest, inhaling and memorizing his almost forgotten scent.

“Quatre…”

Quatre smiled and let his hands tangle in the auburn locks. His breathing slowed and his entire body seemed to sag in that single instant. Trowa’s face turned back and forth, gently rubbing before he pulled back, needing to look into his lover’s eyes.

“Why didn’t you call me and tell me you were coming home? I would have gone and picked you up.”

“I didn’t have time. After I sent those messages last night, things became so hectic. I almost missed my flight home so I do apologize.”

“What messages?”

“Last night… Around dinner time I sent you a few text messages about what I was doing and I called you to say I love you. It went right to voice mail.”

Trowa frowned, not remembering his phone going off for several hours. He dug into his back pocket and came up empty. Frowning, he turned, one arm still locked around the blonde’s waist. He slid papers aside and dug around on the desk until he let out a short triumphant cry. He deftly flipped open the phone with practiced ease that comes from flipping open a bottle of lube in a moment of rushed passion. They both watched as the screen remained dark.

“I never charged it Quatre. I let the battery die.”

Quatre looked down at him in disbelief and shock. In an almost comical way, his eyebrow twitched slightly and he gently pulled away from his lover.

“You didn’t charge your phone? What if something happened to me?” Quatre asked in a soft yet serious tone.

Trowa looked down and his hand fumbled blindly on the desk for the charger. He found it and carefully shoved the charger into the appropriate hole on the phone. He turned slightly, allowing his eyes to gaze over the haphazard piles of papers and other things.

“I’ve been busy with work lover. This mess is all for one project,” Trowa responded softly with an almost sad lilt to his voice.

Quatre smiled and any anger he harbored vanished in that instant. He closed the distance between them and gently held his love’s face to his body, hands softly threading in his hair. Trowa nuzzled and inhaled deeply, content just holding him. Slowly the nuzzling turned to Trowa gently kissing Quatre’s stomach through the fabric of his shirt. With sly skill, Trowa moved until his face was near the line of buttons on his love’s shirt. The tip of his tongue wormed in between the buttons to lightly tickle the skin beneath the fabric. Quatre’s hands tightened their grip on his hair and his eyes slid closed slightly.

“Trowa.”

Trowa looked up and stood in a fluid motion, keeping his arms around his love. Once at his full height, he leaned down to softly press his lips against Quatre’s, still shocked at how soft they were after so many kisses. Quatre allowed his lips to barely part, Trowa’s tongue slipping inside despite the limited amount of room. His fingers slid up Quatre’s hip to press strong fingers against his lower back, pressing them closer. Quatre’s hands naturally slid up to grip tightly on his upper arms. Trowa pulled away from the kiss to look into Quatre’s slightly glazed over, unfocused eyes.

“Do you want this love?”

“Trowa please. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten what your body feels like against mine,” Quatre responded.

Trowa smiled and brought a hand to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss to the back of his hand. He threaded their fingers together and kept his eyes roving over his little lover as he slowly started to walk backwards to the bedroom, leading him, afraid that this was all just a perfect dream.

“I’m real Trowa,” Quatre whispered softly, closing the distance between them.

Trowa blushed slightly at his thoughts being so obvious to his love. He hugged him tightly and gently pushed open the door to their bedroom to the crisply made bed. There were clothes strewn all over the floor and dressers were in disarray from being used. But the bed remained crisp and well made. As perfectly made as when Quatre had made it, the day he left.

“Have you slept in the bed Trowa?”

Trowa blushed slightly and looked away from him. He slowly turned his gaze back to Quatre and shook his head in a ‘no’ gesture. Quatre laughed softly and shook his head as well.

“Why not love?”

“The bed was just too big for me by myself. Plus I would be in the middle of work and just fall asleep. Or I’d forget and just drop onto the couch or at my desk and sleep.”

“That’s bad for your back and neck. Come here so I can get the kinks out.”

“There’s time for that later Quatre. Right now I want to make love to you so we can pass out together in our bed.”

Quatre smiled and blushed deeply, but nodded his head.

“Now then Quatre Winner, I am going to make you mine after all this time. You will be mine as many times as I can have you before we both become exhausted,” Trowa whispered into his ear as his fingers casually slid down to his stomach, pulling at the shirt to lift it out.

Quatre placed his head back against his love’s shoulder and gently let his hands fall against Trowa’s body, eyes drifting closed slightly. Trowa smiled at the reaction and slid his face up to press just his lips against the perfect skin there. He let out a hot breath and laughed softly at the tremble that ran through Quatre’s body.

“I have to ask my love, did you touch yourself at all while we were apart?” He asked as his fingers made short work of the shirt.

Quatre blushed and let the shirt fall off his shoulders, reaching down to pull the white tank top over his head as he spun around, letting his hands fall to Trowa’s shirt, starting to press it up.

“Yes,” was all he responded with.

With a devious smile, Quatre pulled the shirt up and over his love’s head, dropping it to the floor as he let his fingers caress the taught flesh of Trowa’s chest, mouth hurrying to taste whatever skin he could reach. Trowa smiled, gently grabbing a handful of blonde locks and pulling him away from his chest.

“We’ll have none of that my love. This, tonight will be done right,” Trowa whispered, gently leading him to the bed and pushing him to sit.

Quatre let out a short huffing sound before Trowa softly touched their lips together, Trowa’s body hanging above his, using superior height to slowly lower them both backwards until Quatre’s back touched the bed. His thighs naturally parted as Trowa slowly deepened the kiss until they needed air. They came out of it gasping for breath and darkened emerald met stormy aqua.

“Trowa I have to confess, I haven’t done anything to myself to stay, adjusted to you,” Quatre whispered with a slight blush to his cheeks.

Trowa smiled warmly and softly kissed him again, hands searching out his and tangling their fingers together. He broke the kiss to look down into aqua eyes and released one hand to caress a cheek.

“That is beyond alright my little one. We’re having our first time all over again,” he whispered, pulling away to kiss lightly down Quatre’s neck to his chest.

Quatre let out a soft cry and squeezed at the hand in his grip tighter. His body arched into that single touch as his eyes drifted closed. Trowa slowly removed his hand from the death grip Quatre had on it, letting both hands rest on the top of his head before allowing them to slide down the sides of his face, along his neck and very lightly over his chest to his sides. From there they slowly slid over his hips to the center of his pants. Quatre sucked in a breath that made his entire stomach cave inward. Trowa snatched up the opportunity to place a single kiss to the indented belly button.

“Trowa love,” Quatre gasped out.

“That’s my name love. I’m glad you still remember my name,” he whispered slyly.

Quatre moaned and bucked his hips up, urging Trowa to proceed with the final act. Trowa laughed softly and with deft fingers pulled the button from his jeans, and with aching slowness, lowered the zipper and sat back, just watching.

“You wore something a little daring for me?” Trowa asked, raising his eyebrow at the spot of fabric that was poking out at him.

Quatre blushed slightly at the comment and looked up. He nodded before letting his hands gently fist in the bed covers. With deliberate movements he pressed his hips up, silently telling Trowa to remove his pants. With a soft chuckle and murmur about impatience, Trowa pulled them away and down the slim legs, tossing them to the floor with ease.

“So why the treat my love?” Trowa asked, eyes moving over the body beneath him.

“I knew I was coming home and I wanted to give you at least a little something. Part of my plan to assure that we actually got to make love after so long,” Quatre replied with a smile.

Trowa raised and eyebrow and gave him a look. His hand idly slid down Quatre’s chest to his hip then over to softly caress the hardening shaft under the deep red material.

“Why on earth would you think that I would need enticement to actually make love to you after so long little one?”

“It was just a thought. And I thought you liked these anyway. Don’t complain,” Quatre responded with a smile, suddenly pressing up, causing Trowa to back off slightly.

With determination, Quatre’s fingers attacked the button and zipper of the jeans his love still wore, wanting to see and feel him after so long. His tongue slid out between his lips as he frowned in concentration. Trowa let out a gasp and reached gentle hands down, trying to pull Quatre away from his self appointed task.

“Let me do it love.”

“No. I can never do it and I’m going to at least once in our relationship!” Quatre replied, looking up with fire in his eyes, letting out a cry as the button and zipper finally fell to his skill.

Trowa laughed softly and pressed Quatre’s hands away and stood up to tug at his jeans, pulling them down his thighs and letting gravity take them to below his knees before kicking them off, too lost in the presence of his love to care when they headed under the bed.

“Will you please touch and kiss me Trowa?” Quatre asked with a small smile.

“Yes my little one, I will,” he responded with a smile.

Quatre let out a sigh of relief as Trowa pressed the length of his body against his lover, pale skin to slightly darker. Long lean lines against clean barely curved lines. Trowa smiled at the breath that escaped his love and pressed a single kiss to his lips before pulling away to lightly kiss along his jaw to his earlobe where he bit gently. His lips moved slowly up to the top of his cheekbone, then to the tip of Quatre’s small nose to the opposite cheekbone. Trowa’s kisses slid to the earlobe and back down his love’s jaw line back to the lips where they rested, tongue slipping out of his mouth to tease the pink lips, begging for entrance. Quatre gave it willingly, slipping a thigh up between Trowa’s as his own tongue stroked against his before he broke the kiss, turning his head to gasp for breath.

“Trowa love. Please do it. It’s been so long,” Quatre whispered softly.

Trowa chuckled, “No patience for my lovely is that it?”

Quatre nodded and pulled him down for a kiss, thigh pressing up against Trowa’s cock, rubbing and enticing. He arched his back skillfully to press their chests together, moaning into the kiss when Trowa’s hands gently wrapped around his torso as much as possible. Slowly, Trowa pulled away from the kiss, panting softly, and eyes roaming over the blonde’s face.

“You look delectable my little one,” Trowa panted out softly.

Quatre blushed slightly reaching out to the table, quietly handing over the lube, smiling up at him. Trowa smiled and slid down his love’s body with a series of soft kisses until he reached his hips, kissing one then the other, gently parting the blonde’s legs, settling between them softly. With a steadier hand than he thought, he opened the bottle of lube and lowered his mouth towards Quatre’s cock.

“Trowa.”

Trowa said nothing, lowering his mouth, just above his cock. His fingers rubbed along the cleft of Quatre’s ass. As he arched his back up, Trowa opened his mouth and greedily took in his love’s cock as a single digit carefully pressed inside.

“You are beyond tight my little one. It feels like that first night… Almost three years ago,” Trowa whispered, removing his mouth from Quatre’s cock long enough to state the obvious.

Quatre groaned and threw his head back, fingers slipping down to tangle in the dark brown locks as he arched his back slightly. He panted, keeping his body relaxed by sheer force of will, wanting it beyond anything in the universe as the moment. He took a deep breath and let his eyes slide down to watch, gasping as Trowa slowly slid his finger in all the way, feeling him twist and angle it before letting out a loud cry. Trowa smiled and pulled his mouth up to barely lick at the head as he pressed his finger in a bit more, grinning as he brushed against his lover’s prostate.

“Trowa!”

With nothing but a sly grin from his taller lover, Quatre could only writhe and whimper as a second finger was slowly worked inside his entrance, eyes closing slightly as he was stretched.

“Trowa… Love it feels so good,” he gasped out, letting his head fall back.

With shallow thrusts, Trowa worked his fingers in and out, carefully pulling them apart inside, stretching him further, mouth gently working over his cock as his eyes drifted up to stare at Quatre’s face. Quatre whimpered and his eyes fell closed before fluttering open, desire clogging every working function of his body.

“Trowa, I can’t beg you any more. Please fill me my love,” Quatre panted out.

With calculated determination, Trowa pressed a third finger just against his entrance and removed his mouth from its endeavor. He smiled as Quatre arched his body up, follow after the treat that had been taken from him, which pressed his fingers deeper inside him. Quatre let out a howl and clawed at the sheets, panting hard, mouth hanging open. He was about to speak when Trowa pressed his fingers just a bit deeper, searching, and when they brushed against the little bundle of nerves inside him, he let out a louder cry and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Trowa stop it please or I’m finished,” Quatre whispered softly.

“Very well my little one. Time to give you what we both need and what,” Trowa responded, pressing their bodies together.

Quatre mewled and arched up, rubbing against his love, kissing him back with passion. Trowa wiggled back between his legs and gently broke the kiss, sitting on his knees, panting softly. He grabbed the lube and gently dribbled some over his cock, groaning when it touched. With a shaky hand, he looked down into Quatre’s face as he gently slicked the lube over his cock, working it in. Quatre watched him, panting and writhing, batting his eyes.

“Stop trying to entice me Quatre. You’re already getting me. There’s no need to rush things. I refuse to hurt you this first night back. Maybe tomorrow if you want it,” Trowa said with a smile, dropping down to cover his love’s body, kissing at his neck.

Quatre whimpered and grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss, legs wrapping around his waist. “Fuck me.”

Trowa smiled and let out a soft sound, adjusting his hips as he slid a hand down to gently take hold of the base of his cock and nudge the head against the quivering opening of his lover. With a deep breath, he slid his hips forward slightly, cock head butting against his opening. Slowly he pressed forward, groaning as the head slipped inside. Quatre’s hands gripped at Trowa’s back with white knuckles as he gasped.

“Trowa, you’re so big inside. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” Quatre whispered into his love’s ear.

“I’ll never stop my little Quatre.”

Quatre nodded and pulled Trowa down firmer with his legs, and pressed his cock deeper inside. Trowa let out a groan and gently pulled his hips back, then slowly pressed his hips forward and a little deeper, repeating the action again. Quatre moaned and closed his eyes, back arching up. He opened his eyes again, shifting his legs around Trowa’s waist then pulled hard, plunging his love down, pressing their bodies flush together, forcing his cock all the way deep.

“Quatre!”

Quatre smiled and panted, wiggling his lower body, eyes darting over his face. He lifted his hips, trying to adjust to the girth inside him.

“I’m never leaving you again. This, is wonderful love but I can’t take this every time,” Quatre panted out.

Trowa responded with a smile and pulled his cock out almost all the way before pressing back in deep, tilting his hips to strike at his prostate, grinning when Quatre let out a loud cry and clawed at his back. He did it again, pulling back out all the way then dipping back in.

“You feel perfect Quatre. I’m home,” Trowa whispered.

Quatre nodded and arched up, pulling him closer, rubbing his cock against his lover’s stomach. Trowa smiled and began to hurry his pace, slipping in and out with ease, pelvis slapping against Quatre’s. As he slid inside, Quatre began to gasp and arch up faster, rubbing harder. Trowa smiled and shifted his grip, pounding inside his lover, letting his own moans rise with Quatre’s.

“Let go Quatre. Let go with me.”

Quatre cried out and arched up against Trowa’s stomach one last time, letting his love’s cock shove against his prostate, and he was undone. He cried out, clawing one last time at his love’s back as his cock twitched, his release slipping out between their stomachs, body tightening and tensing, stroking Trowa’s cock with an even tighter grip. As his body locked down, Trowa’s responded in kind, shoving in one last time to attack his prostate, letting his cock rest against it as his release spilled out, coating the insides of his lover.

Slowly, they came down off the high, both panting hard, eyes locked against the other’s eyes. Carefully, Quatre extracted his fingers from Trowa’s back, blushing. Trowa cocked his head, looking at Quatre.

“What is it love?”

“I left marks in your back,” Quatre whispered, turning his fingers, showing his nails which had skin and bits of blood stuck underneath them.

Gently, Trowa kissed each hand, smiling and carefully pulling Quatre’s legs from around his waist. He rose up, putting his weight on his arms and pulled his cock carefully out of his lover’s entrance. Quatre whimpered as he pulled out at the loss and slightly relieved to not be so stretched after so long of a time.

“I don’t mind that at all my love,” Trowa responded, rolling to his side and gathering the blonde into his arms.

With a soft sigh, Quatre snuggled into the touch, hands sliding over his body as he let out a loud yawn. He turned to face him, blushing slightly as he shifted and felt release trickling down the backs of his thighs. He rested his face in the crook of Trowa’s shoulder and kissed gently.

“I love you and thank you,” he whispered sleepily.

“I love you too little one. Let’s get some rest. We have a lot to talk about later on. Lots of catching up to do, kisses to do, loving to make,” Trowa replied with a smile, pulling the blankets up and Quatre closer.

Quatre could only nod and smile, nuzzling his face a bit closer before he closed his eyes, content to finally be home for good, with the only person who truly mattered to him. Trowa leaned down and placed a single kiss to the top of the blonde locks and settled down into the bed, pulling him closer. Now the bed was just right for sleeping in.