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" Cotton Tail "Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own GW or their boys, wish
I did. Warnings: Language, lemon Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: Quatre enlists the assistance of Duo to help with his gift for Trowa for Christmas Rating: NC 17
"Cotton Tail " Quatre's pale cheeks flushed as he clutched the phone, nearly afraid that Trowa could somehow hear from across the table. He stiffed a nervous giggle. Trowa's green eyes lifted from that morning's paper at hearing this. The deep emeralds held a curious expression to them. It was clear what he was thinking. . .why was his cute little lover blushing deeply and attempting to hide laughter? Despite his outward appearance, Quatre turned his giggling lips into a usual cheery smile. He then blew a silent kiss across the table to Trowa before pushing to his feet for an escape. "I can't believe you just said that." Quatre hissed in a playful tone, once he was assured that Trowa wouldn't be able to hear him. The American burst into a fit of laughter through the phone. "Trowa thinks something's up." "I can kinda guess what he's thinking." "Duo! I could never do that." "Then come on over, and I'll do it for you." Quatre's jaw dropped. Duo was his best friend, but somehow, he felt slightly uncomfortable about following through with what his friend was suggesting. "Heero'll be at work until three. There's plenty of time. Just tell Tro that I need you. . .oh wait, that didn't come out right, did it?" Quatre leaned against the wall and laughed slightly louder. "You're so dirty." "I thought that between me and Tro, you'd be use to it by now. Heero is." "It still catches me off guard. . .okay?" He tried to sound defensive, but he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you know what I meant. It'll be worth it, trust me. I can even make it totally real." Quatre considered this for a moment. He knew that he and Trowa had a party to attend, but that wasn't until six that evening. Right now, it was only noon. "It won't take long, and you won't regret it. . .that much I can promise you." "I don't know Duo." "What do you have to lose?" Quatre bit his bottom lip as he looked back into the kitchen. He could still slightly see that Trowa remained in his spot, where Quatre had left him. His eyes then shifted to the plush carpet of their living room, as he wondered what Trowa would say. "Have I ever steered you wrong?" "No." Aside, if he did go through it, and has regrets, there's no reason that Trowa had to know anything. "I'll be over in half an hour." "Kudos. See you then." Quatre hung up and rested the phone against his cheek. He then looked back toward Trowa, wondering what to tell him that wouldn't seem odd about his going to Duo's house. Deciding on a believable story, he pushed from the wall and slowly headed for the kitchen. His slow pace allowed him to properly place every word he was going to say, as well as every possible question and answer that could unexpectedly appear. When he finally entered, he stood in silence, a few feet from Trowa. At first, Trowa waited for him to speak as he sipped on his coffee and continued reading. . .however, Quatre's blue eyes only stared at him, as if trying to silently tell him what was on his mind. Pulling his reading glasses, Trowa laid the paper on the table and turned his eyes upward to Quatre's. He appeared worried. That wasn't a good sign. Trowa couldn't remember a time, since the war, that the beautiful blue eyes were so filled with concern. . .and he was nearly sure that he could feel a touch of guilt within them. "Is something wrong?" Trowa asked softly as he pushed his chair back further from the table, and pulled Quatre to perch on his lap. "No." The Latin then allowed his nose to lightly run the hallow of Quatre's neck, tickling him to the point of squirming. "So you were just staring at me until you could sit on my lap?" "No." Trowa nipped lightly at Quatre's smooth flesh as his hand ran along the Arab's hip and thigh. "Does it have something to do with what Duo said?" "Maybe. . ." "Are you going to make me keep guessing?" "No. . .Duo hasn't bought his costume for tonight yet. He wanted me to go with him to pick one out." Trowa pulled from the tender gestures and his eye brow arched. "Does he know what you picked out?" "Yeah. . .but it's more like a 'taking him to go get his costume' type of helping." Quatre shifted uncomfortably as he stepped into Duo and Heero's bedroom. His eyes instantly landed on the tools that were laid on the bed. Duo stepped in behind his friend and headed straight for the bed. He sat cross legged on the comforter, near the center, and looked up at his guest. "What are you waiting for?" "Duo, I don't think I want to do this." "Why? It'll be great, I swear." Quatre turned his gaze from Duo and began fiddling with his fingers as he did when he was a child and his father had scolded him for being disobedient. Seeing this, Duo stood straight. "Are you really that uncomfortable?" "It's just that. . .Trowa's. . ." Quatre's cheeks flushed and Duo suddenly understood. "He's the first one to have touched you. I get it. If you don't want to, then I won't force you. I just thought it would be. . .different. . .and interesting. . .and I have a feeling that I wouldn't be the only one to think that." Quatre lifted his gaze to his friend. "How long will it take?" "Depends on how much you want." "Just the basics." "To make it really good?. . .fifteen to twenty minutes." "That long?" Quatre's eyes widen and he couldn't prevent his jaw from dropping slightly. Duo's eyes jittered from one side to the other. "Yeah. Perfection can't be rushed. Look, if it makes it easier on you, just think of him the whole time. Believe me, I won't mind." Quatre slowly brought his thumb to his mouth and nervously bit against the nail as he considered this. What Duo was suggesting was simple enough. . .or at least it sounded that way. However, he hadn't lied about Trowa being the only man to have touched his body without boundaries, and that left him slightly embarrassed and shaky. "Do you have anything to drink?" "Yeah. Soda, water,-" "Something more intoxicating?" Duo thought for a moment, wondering if getting Quatre drunk for this is really okay. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you have to get drunk to follow through-not to mention Tro'll probably kill me if I bring you home that way." "I'm not going to get completely drunk Duo. . .just something to relax a little." "Heero's got a little sake left from last night. . .that's about it." "I'll buy him some more later." Nodding, Duo left the room. At first, Quatre remained standing, his eyes glued to the bed and its contents. Figuring the first step was to actually sit on the bed, he pushed himself to do that. A moment later, Duo returned with a shot glass filled with Heero's favorite drink, and the nearly empty bottle. He handed Quatre the glass and sat next to his friend. He watched Quatre drink the clear liquid straight, and was a little surprised that the meek Arab could handle it so well. Grinning, Duo took a quick swig from the bottle before pouring the rest into Quatre's glass. After handing the glass to Duo, whom set it on the floor along with the empty bottle, Quatre laid back on the bed and unbutton his jeans. He pulled the zipper, and with clamped shut eyes, pulled the khakis from his waist. Duo watched his friend and couldn't help but snicker as he found himself staring at Quatre's briefs. "Well, that answers the most important question I had about you Mr. Winner." Duo teased, in hopes of lightening the mood. "It is briefs." "And what do you wear, Mr. Maxwell?" "Boxers." Duo lifted his shirt and reached just below the belt line to pull the tops of his boxer high enough for Quatre to glimpse at them. Quatre's eyes widen as he noticed the prints of Duo's underwear. Realizing that Quatre seen too much, Duo released his shirt to cover his clothes again. "Duo, does your boxers have hot dogs on them?" "No." "That looked like a hot dog." Quatre sat up and attempted to pull Duo's shirt up for another look. Duo quickly grabbed Quatre's hand, a little astound that the Arab was already drunk off one glass of sake. In truth, he had been use to Heero having to drink nearly a bottle and a half before he became buzzed. Then again, Quatre was use to wines and champagne. . .not sake. "Come on Duo, let me look. You got hot dogs on your undies." Quatre laughed while attempting to fight with his friend for another look. "Hey, cut it out. We're not here to compare underwear." "You know, it'll make me soooo comfortable, if you took off your pants too." "That would make you comfortable?" Quatre nodded. "Fine. . .but then no more stalling." "Deal. You loose the pants, and you'll get the full lion." Duo couldn't help but laugh at Quatre as he stood and removed his belt. "I get the full what?" "Lion." Quatre perked and pointed toward the front of his briefs. "Trowa calls it his little lion cub." Duo near fell over from laughing. Tears poured from his eyes as he held his sides. "You're kidding me?" Quatre shook his head happily. "But don't tell him that I told you." "Sure." Duo released his zipper and his jeans pooled at his ankles. "We should probably get started." Grinning, Quatre removed his underwear and tossed it aimlessly about the room. "So. . .umm. . .is there anything else you'd like to tell me?" Duo asked as he crawled onto the bed between Quatre's legs. He gently pulled his friend's legs apart so that he could have better access to his goal. "About what?" "About Trowa." Quatre laughed as he stared at the ceiling. "The things I could tell you about him-but then he'd probably wouldn't want me anymore." "Trowa loves you, he'd be able to forgive and forget." Duo assured as he shifted through the supplies, searching for the perfect one to begin. "Well. . .he likes going commando. . .wait, if I tell you stuff about Trowa, you have to tell me stuff about Heero." Duo stopped his search and faced Quatre again. "Huh?" "It's only fair. That way, I can blackmail you into keeping it between us." Duo grinned and admired the fact that Quatre could still think clearly even while intoxicated. "Besides, Heero's sexy. If he didn't hate me, I'm sure we'd get along a lot better." "You are completely wasted Quatre." "Nope. So tell me what type of undies does Heero have?" "He doesn't have any." Quatre laid on his back and laughed loudly. "I wonder if he thinks like Trowa-ooo, cold hands!" He jumped up and pulled from Duo's touch. Duo laughed, wondering again if getting Quatre drunk was a good choice. "Aren't you going to warm those up before touching me?" "Sorry. Heero likes his sake really, really cold." Duo informed and took a moment to rub his hands against the comforter to warm them. "So what were you saying about Heero and Trowa thinking alike?" "Trowa figures no underwear just means easier access, and less to soil." "I don't think Heero thinks that way. . .he more or less can't." "Why?" Duo grinned, and in Quatre's drunken state, understood the double meaning of that grin. "How big is he?" "How big's Trowa?" They answered each other's question at the same time, but heard what they wanted. "Not bad." "Wow. No wonder you walk so funky half the time." "Okay, that's enough out of you. You need to be quite so I can work here." "Do you tell Heero that?" "Smart ass." Duo gently grasp Quatre in his left hand and held it firmly. Quatre closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on thoughts of Trowa. This was going to be a rather long twenty minutes. Duo stopped as he suddenly realized how quite his friend had become. His violet eyes ran up Quatre's body to his face. The Arab's eyes were closed; his breathing peaceful, and Duo wasn't sure if he should be appalled, or overjoyed at the fact that he had fallen asleep within the first five minutes. On the bright side, it would make his job easier, and without guilt. Sighing, he set back to work. Just as he was nearly done, the bedroom door opened to expose Heero. The deep cobalt eyes took the scene before him literally. Coming home to find Duo and Quatre in bed, with Quatre's penis in Duo's hands didn't leave hardly any room for logical explanations. Duo quickly released his friend and stood to explain. "What the hell is this?" Heero questioned without tearing his eyes from his lover. Seeing such deep hurt, tore at Duo's heart. "It's not what you think Heero. Nothing happened." Heero's accusing eyes darted from Duo back to a sleeping Quatre. Quatre was half naked, and passed out. The empty sake bottle and glass explained that. "Nothing happened?!? You expect me to believe that Duo?!?" Heero's angered tone woke Quatre from his sleep. It took the blonde a moment to regain full composure. Once he finally understood, he attempted to cover himself. "Heero-" "I trusted you Duo." "Can you let me explain?" "Explain what?" Annoyed, Duo pulled Quatre's leg down. Quatre fought against it, but Duo's glaring eyes met aquamarine. "Quatre stop it! He's already seen you." That said, he pinned Quatre's leg to the bed and grabbed the limp manhood. Quatre's face turned beet red at the actions, and he did the only thing he possibly could. . .he grabbed Heero's pillow and covered his face. "Quatre, what the hell are you wearing?" Heero wondered out loud as he and Duo approached Trowa and Quatre. The blonde clung to Trowa's arm as he remembered earlier that after noon. "Beckie's party was supposed to be theme by famous couples." He continued bluntly. "We are a couple." Trowa stated, while trying to keep a straight face at the expression on Heero's face. "Wait! Let me guess!" Duo bounced over to Trowa. "I think, you're the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. . ." He stated, pointing at Trowa. He got the first one right. Trowa's hat was green, as well as his long coat and pants. However, they held more of an adult style to them, opposed to the normal children's fairy tale. In place of the large card, attached to the pimp style hat's strap was a pack of cigarettes with ½ written on it. Duo's eyes then turned to Quatre, and he became confused at the blonde's attire. Pink bunny ears. . .small white tee shirt. . .pink bunny bikini bottoms. . .and pink and white stripped stocking creeping to his thighs. "I don't get it. . .are you his bunny ho?" "I'm his March Hare." Quatre supplied and hugged Trowa's arm tighter. "Isn't the March Hare brown?" Quatre wavered under Heero's question, and bowed his head. "They sold the last bunny suit just before I arrived. . .so I had to make due." Heero's gaze then lifted to Trowa. He leaned closer to the Latin and spoke in a tone that only Trowa could hear. "You let him go in public like this?" Trowa smiled at Heero's comment and chuckled. "I couldn't tell him 'no'. He's just too cute." Trowa's eyes ran Heero's costume. "Are you who I think you're suppose to be?" "If you're thinking of a certain heavy metal artist that has his own home video pornos, then yes." Heero assured. Trowa's eyes ran back to Duo's costume. Big blonde hair stuffed under a pink hat. . .skin tight dress. . .and false breast the size of Duo's head. Trowa chuckled. "I'm glad you find that funny." "I sure hope you're wearing something under that trench coat. . .it's a pretty cold night. Does that mean you get to slap Duo around a little tonight?" "At this point, I've thought about it a few times." "So, what are you guys dressed as?" Quatre wondered as he slacked from Trowa's arm. Since he and Heero were talking, Quatre figured that Heero wouldn't be able to criticize any more. "Isn't it obvious? Tommy and Pamela Lee. You have no ideal how long it took me to talk Heero into dressing up like this." "I could imagine. Are you wearing heels?" "Five inches. Now, I'm taller than Trowa. Hey, by the way, nice costume. When you said that you were coming as a bunny, I was thinking a big gawky costume with a poofy tail." "Well, I do have a tail." Quatre turned around to show off the white cotton tail sewed onto his pink bottoms. "Cute." Duo smiled and poked at the fluffy ball, causing Quatre to huff in annoyance. "You have no ideal how many girls Trowa had to swat away, that was doing the same thing." As if on cue, Trowa was glaring at Duo for the same actions. He stepped closer to Quatre and slipped his arm around his lover; placing his strong hand across Quatre's backside to prevent anyone from touching. Quatre rested against Trowa's chest, enjoying the closeness. "Oh, come on Tro, I was just checkin' out the bounciness of your bunny." Duo stated, standing straight. "I will check the bounciness myself, thank you." Duo started to say more, but caught Heero's eye. Obviously, the Japanese man was still a little uncertain of that afternoon. Thinking of this, Duo leaned close to Quatre's human ear. "Did you let him know about our little secret yet?" Quatre's cheeks colored, it was all the answer Duo needed. "Sorry." That said, he bounced over to Heero and grabbed his forearm. "Come on stud, and show me your dance moves." Duo beamed, pulling Heero, reluctantly, toward the dance floor. Emeralds met sapphires, and no words needed to be exchanged as the couple headed toward the dance floor. They were only able to dance to the fast pace song for the last few notes. A seductive song followed. For the first verse, they danced, holding each other. It was during the second that Quatre turned around to press his back against Trowa's chest. The Latin watched him hungrily as he rubbed himself against Trowa's body. Obviously, Quatre didn't really want to dance. For once, his mind was where Trowa's usually stayed. Quatre lifted his left hand to Trowa's neck, while putting more emphasis on rubbing his backside against Trowa's groin. He wasn't blind to the fact that Trowa had been gradually getting more and more excited at seeing Quatre in his costume. One thing was for sure; after tonight, this little bunny suit was going into the closet. Trowa's hands traced Quatre's frame until they reached the hip; where they rested patiently. He tenderly nipped the shell of Quatre's ear, while pulling the smaller body closer to his own. Though Heero and Duo had just arrived, Quatre and Trowa had been there for an hour and a half already. As far as Trowa was concerned, now was a great time to head home. "What are you thinking?" Quatre asked loud enough for Trowa to hear over the music. Trowa placed his lips close to Quatre's ear and whispered lustfully. "How much I want to burrow into your bunny hole." "What are you waiting for?" Clasping Trowa's hand, he lead the taller man from the dance floor, and the party altogether. Thankfully, Beckie's home wasn't too far from Quatre and Trowa's apartment. No sooner had the front door been closed, than Quatre removed Trowa's long coat. The Latin then snaked his stronger arm around Quatre's waist and lifted him from the ground. Sheer habit brought the blonde's legs to wrap his boyfriend, and their lips met. Somewhere on the plotted course to the bedroom, Quatre slid his hand under Trowa's hat and tossed it aside. He then proceeded to begin unbuttoning the Latin's shirt. He had only gotten to the third one when Trowa laid him on the bed. Quatre pushed to his knees and pulled Trowa's shirt from his body, he then proceeded to kiss his lover's hard stomach. Trowa ran his fingers through Quatre's blonde hair for a moment, before adding slight pressure for his boyfriend to sink lower on his body. Trowa closed his eyes and panted softly while Quatre pinned his erection against his leg. The Arab continued by kissing and biting Trowa through the material. He allowed his lover to do as he pleased for the next few moments, before taking full charge again. Cupping Quatre's chin, he pulled him from his task, and laid him back on the bed. Trowa soon joined his lover, their lips meeting once again. He parted Quatre's legs so that their groins could rock together while they kissed. Trowa's hands slid under Quatre's shirt, causing the Winner heir to arch into the touch as his harden nipples were brushed against. The second time around was a little more harsher, bringing Quatre to kissed him more deeply. "Stop teasing me Trowa." Quatre ripped from the kiss, breathing heavily. Trowa lifted him enough to remove his tee shirt. "I want you." Quatre interrupted their kissing from continuing. "Please." "Not yet." "No. . .now." Trowa kissed his bottom lip, loving the fact that he was starting to beg. He whimpered slightly as Trowa's hand slid between flesh and stocking. The Latin took his time removing the article of clothing. . .the other one, he took even longer as he pushed it along Quatre's smooth leg. "Trowa!!" "What?" In the dim light, he could see the anger in Quatre's face. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked, and rubbed himself against Quatre's backside. "Give it to me!" That was all he wanted to hear. It was just the right mixture of whining and demanding that broke his patience barrier. He pulled from Quatre long enough to remove the bikini bottom and plunge deeply into the rabbit hole. Quatre wailed in pleasure; gripping the bed sheets in a white knuckled grasp, until Trowa came close enough for him to transfer the hold to the Latin's shoulders. The pain only added to pleasure. Trowa's eyes ran his lover in the vaguely lit room, and a smile pressed his lips. The only remaining article left on the Arab were his pink bunny ears. At first, Trowa considered removing them, but then remembered Duo's comment. Keeping this in mind, he stopped his current actions and slipped from Quatre. "What's wrong?" Quatre asked, somewhat confused. "I want to test your bounciness." Trowa teased as he sat next to the blonde, then pulled him onto his lap. Once inside his lover again, he slipped his arm around the thin waist. Using it for leverage, Quatre did as Trowa wanted. Quatre leaned against Trowa's chest, and moaned in pleasure. His eyes dropped to his own aroused manhood, and he suddenly remembered that afternoon with Duo. If Trowa kept to normal routine. . .Quatre pulled Trowa's arm from his waist and lead his lover's hand to wrap his penis. Trowa, still panting, leaned forward to kiss the nape of Quatre's neck. "Petting?" "Please." Though it was a little unusual, Trowa obeyed. He stroked his boyfriend firmly, while quarterly wondering why Quatre wanted it this way. Normally, the Arab would wait for Trowa's release before receiving oral pleasure. It had always been the normal routine that Quatre asked for. . .but it didn't really matter. Trowa was in it for the pleasure, and if going this way pleased Quatre, then so be it. Trowa released first. Though he attempted to supply more enjoyable means for his lover, Quatre refused, and insisted on Trowa's hand to complete the job. Though he was confused, he silently agreed and pumped his boyfriend into release. "Can I ask what that was about?" Trowa questioned once the two men removed the comforter of the bed and settled between the clean sheets. Quatre scooted closer to Trowa and kissed his lips tenderly. "Can I tell you in the morning? I'm really tired right now." The Arab answered groggily.
Like every morning, Trowa was sitting at the kitchen table. His reading glasses perched on his nose as he read the paper and sipped his coffee. As Quatre entered the room, he didn't even bother to look up as he greeted the smaller man. Quatre stood at the doorway for a moment before walking over to his lover. "You didn't even see the rest of my costume last night." Quatre stated and Trowa turned his eyes toward the blonde. The Latin smiled as he realized that Quatre was still wearing his bunny ears. "Quatre, there wasn't much to your costume in the first place." "Well, this part was meant for you specifically." Trowa took a drink of his coffee when Quatre's next motion caught the corner of his eye. He looked up in time to witness Quatre slightly pulling the hem of his bikini bottoms down to expose his penis. At first, shock consumed Trowa's face. Had it been anyone else, their jaw would have dropped slightly. His green eyes soaked in the sight before him as he realized what Quatre had done. In turn, he coughed abruptly, causing his coffee to spray against the newspaper. Quatre smiled at the result. Duo had been right, and now he was glad that he agreed. Not only was Trowa's face priceless, the fact that it actually aroused the Latin was just as pleasing. Trowa could only stare, now understanding why Quatre was reluctant to allow oral sex. "Tell me that's not a real tattoo." Trowa stated, allowing his eyes to lift back to Quatre. The blonde smiled. "No. Duo drew it yesterday before the party." "You let Duo touch you?" "It wasn't anything bad. . .you don't like it?" Trowa studied it again. It was a little possessive, but he sorta liked the fact that written in Gothic print were the words: Trowa's love handle. "Actually, I think I do."
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