Bending the Rules
by Jade and Pharlain
Part 7
Zechs drove to the address Treize had given him. He started getting more
nervous as the neighborhood got fancier and fancier. He'd never been in this
part of town before. He was fairly well-off, but these houses spoke of money
far beyond even a upper-middle class salary. Finally, he reached the address,
and looked up. Treize's house was massive, but not ugly like some of the
surrounding houses. Zechs wasn't sure if he was transferring his feelings
about the man to his house, but he was sure that this house was more tasteful
than the others. He still felt self-conscious pulling his truck into the
circular driveway. He double-checked the address to be sure he was in the
right place, then took a deep breath and got out. Just as he shut the door,
the front door of the house opened and Treize walked out.
Zechs tried not to drool all over himself; he had never seen the older man
out of a suit. Tonight, Treize was wearing a silky dark blue shirt that was
tucked into snug blue jeans. The shirt was open a few buttons, and Zechs
thought Treize looked good enough to eat. The man had an incredible body, and
the blond thought it was wasted in those suits.
"Zechs! Welcome! Please, come in," Treize said as he held the door for Zechs.
"You look amazing, as always."
Zechs blushed slightly, almost feeling the weight of the older man's eyes on
him. He hoped he looked good; he was wearing butter-soft black leather pants
that he knew showed off his ass, and a white t-shirt that hugged his torso.
His long blond hair was loose as always, and just looking at Treize was
making him hard.
Treize shut the door behind him, and Zechs commented, "You have an incredible
home."
"Thank you. It's much nicer now that you're in it," purred Treize, accepting
the bottle of wine the blond man offered him.
Zechs blushed slightly, wondering why the handsome man was making him so
nervous. "Thank you."
"Please, come into the kitchen. I need to check on dinner, it should be
almost ready," said Treize, putting a hand on the blond man's shoulder and
guiding him toward the back of the house.
Treize led Zechs into the kitchen. Zechs looked around; the room was large
and full of gleaming marble surfaces and stainless steel. It might have
looked cold, but Zechs could see immediately that this kitchen wasn't just a
showplace. It was a kitchen that was cooked in, and Treize was definitely
cooking. Wonderful smells were coming from the oven, and various things were
scattered around. There was a long counter on the other side of the stove
that had stools in front of it, and Treize indicated that Zechs should sit
there. That way, the two men could talk while Treize finished dinner
preparations.
"Can I help with anything?" Zechs inquired, though it looked like Treize had
things well in hand.
Treize smiled and said, "You can get us both a beer out of the refrigerator,
if you want. Otherwise, I think I've got it all under control."
"Sure!" Zechs grabbed two bottles out of the oversized refrigerator, located
an opener, and handed one to Treize.
The older man touched his bottle to the blond's, and said, "To new
possibilities," he toasted, and Zechs smiled and nodded.
+
Quatre clutched at Trowa's arm as they exited the fast-food restaurant. At
first, Trowa had been embarrassed that he couldn't afford to take the blond
boy to a fancy restaurant, but Quatre had put him at his ease immediately,
saying, "Don't be silly! I can't afford it either. And I don't even like that
fancy food! I don't mind, as long as we're together."
They had a simple meal, then Quatre said he would like to walk in the park.
The night was warm and pleasant, and the sky was clear. The stars and moon
blazed brilliantly, and it really couldn't have been a more romantic night.
They walked along the trail, the path lit by moonlight and the occasional
lamp. Quatre laced his fingers with Trowa's, and they walked in contented
silence for a while. They had talked nonstop in the restaurant, getting to
know each other, but Trowa couldn't seem to make the conversation more
personal under those bright fluorescent lights. But now, under the moon, he
finally got up the courage to say what he wanted to say. He took a deep
breath and plunged in. "Quatre?"
The blond boy turned his face to Trowa, and in the moonlight he was luminous,
so beautiful Trowa almost lost his nerve. But those aqua ayes looked up at
him, and Quatre squeezed his hand, and he had to speak. "Quatre, I... since I
first saw you I haven't been able to get you out of my head. I think about
you all the time."
The smile that lit up the blond's face made Trowa's heart swell. "Oh, Trowa!
I was wondering how to tell you the same thing without sounding like a
weirdo!" He lowered his voice conspiratorially and continued, "I'd been
harassing Duo to look in the yoga center records for your phone number, when
you showed up at the restaurant!"
Trowa smiled, relieved and elated. "You did?"
Quatre nodded, and Trowa felt brave enough to continue. "Quatre, I never
believed in love at first sight before... but from the moment I first saw
you, my life changed."
Quatre giggled. "Stop that now, before I fall hopelessly in love with you.
Oops, too late!" He stopped and flung his arms around the taller man, burying
his face in Trowa's neck.
Trowa held Quatre close, almost dizzy from the feelings he was having. He had
never wanted anything, anyone, as much as he wanted the golden angel in his
arms. And to think that angel returned his feelings... this just might be it,
the love of his life. He had begun to worry he would never find anyone for
him. He had had bad experiences in the past... luckily, he and Zechs had
found each other, but both knew it would never be love. "Quatre," he
breathed, "I want..." he found he couldn't go on.
Quatre pulled back just enough to look into emerald green eyes. "Anything,
Trowa. Tell me what you want."
Trowa took a deep breath. He felt shy, but his body was burning for Quatre,
and surely the blond could feel it. "I want to touch you... kiss you.... Will
you let me?"
Quatre smiled. "You're such a gentleman, Trowa! Don't you know by now that I
could never refuse you anything?"
Trowa couldn't think of anything profound enough to say at such a moment, so
he settled for bending his head down toward Quatre, and brushing his lips
across the mouth that had been haunting him for days now.
It started as a soft kiss, gentle and slow. But Trowa couldn't resist the
sweet heat of the blond's mouth, and he slowly ran his tongue along Quatre's
lips. Those lips parted readily for him, welcoming Trowa's tongue into the
wet heat. Trowa accepted, exploring the other boy's mouth as he pulled the
slim body closer to him.
Quatre melted into Trowa; now, this was a kiss, the kind of kiss he had
always dreamed of. Hot, perfect, yet still undemanding and gentle, promising
much more. The feeling of the taller boy against him was incredible. He ran
his hands up Trowa's arms, relishing the feel of the hard muscles. If the
rest of Trowa's body was like this, he was going to have a wonderful time
exploring it...
Trowa couldn't get enough of kissing the blond boy. He felt so good against
him, he wanted more. He put one hand on Quatre's back, splaying his fingers
out, and pulled him even closer, running that hand down the blond's back as
if to seal their bodies together completely. Quatre's body was lithe and
slim, and he wanted to touch all of it.
Pressed together, Quatre felt the delicious hardness against his stomach that
meant Trowa wanted him as much as he did. In answer, he pressed his own
arousal against the tall boy's thigh, rocking slightly. He could feel Trowa
moan into his mouth. He pulled back, panting slightly, and looked up at the
other boy. He looked perfect, his face flushed with desire.
Trowa couldn't stand it any more. "Quatre," he breathed. "I need you so
badly..."
Quatre moved his hand, brushing against one of Trowa's nipples though his
shirt, loving the sound of the gasp this produced. "I want you too, Trowa...
so much..." he thrust his hips against the other boy so there could be no
mistaking how much he wanted him.
Trowa took a deep breath. "Do you want to go back to my place, or..." he
tried to think straight, to control his breathing, but the soft body against
him was making that nearly impossible.
The blond's response made him even hotter.
Quatre panted, "I don't care where we are, Trowa. I want you. Inside me.
Anytime, anyplace. Now."
Trowa groaned, "Oh god. I've never..."
Quatre smiled. Just as he thought... "Never what, Trowa?" He slid a hand
under Trowa's shirt, running his fingers along the sculpted abs, moving
upward.
Trowa replied shakily, "I've never done this, but I know... we need..." he
broke off, moaning, as the blond teased his nipples.
Quatre smiled innocently up at Trowa, pulling a small tube out of his pocket.
"I've got everything you need, Trowa."
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Heero walked up to the yoga center apprehensively. It looked closed; when he
tried the door, it was locked. His heart sank. He couldn't last one more day
without seeing Duo. He was losing his mind. But toward the back, he could see
a light on in one of the studios. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like the
one they had had class in the other day. Heero let himself hope; maybe Duo
was still there? He knocked, but no one answered. He had a thought; there was
a side entrance... maybe he could get in that way? He walked around the side
of the building. If he was sure it was Duo in there, he would do anything,
break a window, whatever it took to get in there. He had to talk to Duo, make
him understand, make him forgive him.
He found the door, and tried it; to his immense relief, it was unlocked. He
ran through it; it led into a narrow corridor. He walked down it, trying to
get his bearings, when he came out into the hallway across from the studio.
It was the right one, and there was definitely someone in it: Duo. Heero
stopped, spellbound, and just looked.
The longhaired boy was wearing the same type of pants as the other day; but
he had shed his shirt this time. His hair was loose, and the silky hair
brushed his lithe torso as he moved fluidly. The pants rode so low that
Heero's eyes were drawn irresistibly to Duo's hip bones and lower abs, which
made him think of lower things. Heero faltered; Duo was so beautiful. He
found he was losing his resolve. But then he remembered the hurt look on
Duo's face when he ran out; he had put that hurt there. He had to make it
right.
He strode up to the door and flung it open quickly. He stepped in and waited
for Duo to notice him. He watched in the mirror as the longhaired boy caught
sight of him. Duo spun around, long hair settling around his glistening body,
surprise turning to a glare. "What do you want?" he demanded, sounding more
confident than he felt. He had stayed after his last class, working himself
hard, trying to chase away the memories of the last few days. Heero and Wufei
and... now here he was. The reason for his disquiet. And damn if the man
didn't look perfect in casual beige pants and a crisp white shirt tucked in
to accentuate his slim hips. His heart ached; how was he supposed to stay
angry at a vision like Heero?
"I... wanted to apologize," Heero began, aware of how pathetic that sounded
given the circumstances. "I had to see you again."
"What, so you could walk out on me again?" Duo meant his words to sting. If
he didn't stay mad he would have no strength. "You just ran out on me! I
didn't know what to think. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is? How
much it hurt? To feel like I'm falling for somebody and..." Duo wanted to
clap a hand over his mouth, to stop the words from coming out, but it was too
late. What had he said?
Heero stared at the beautiful man. Did Duo mean what he had just said? "I...
can't stop thinking about you... I was so confused, I've never felt this way
before... do you have any idea what you've done to me? You've turned my life
upside down! I don't even know who I am any more!"
Duo looked at Heero. Wait a minute, this was starting to make more sense...
"You weren't out, were you?"
Heero looked even more confused. "Out? What do you mean?"
Duo stifled a giggle. This wasn't a time to be laughing. But Heero was
adorable when confused... "Nobody knew you were gay did they? *You* didn't
know you were gay?"
Heero looked down. "No, no one has ever made me feel this way before. Like
I'm going to explode if I don't touch you..."
Duo's heart melted even more. He took a step toward the cobalt-eyed man. "I
feel the same way, Heero. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.
I... I understand why you ran out. I don't like it, but... I didn't realize
you were so confused. Luckily I think we can do something about that..."
Heero looked up, and Duo was so close to him. "We can? Here?" He started to
blush, and suddenly noticed a bruise on Duo's beautiful face. "What happened,
Duo?"
Duo's hand flew up to his cheek. He stammered, "Oh, I'm such a clumsy idiot.
Walked right into the door the other day." He had to change the subject, so
he closed the remaining distance between them. "Yes, right here."
The two men stared at each other, lips inches apart, and finally Heero did
what he had been dreaming of since he had first seen Duo. He kissed him. He
pressed his lips against Duo's soft mouth and forgot about all else.
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