by Alleyprowler
Quatre had finished cleaning the oil off of his tools and off of himself-mostly, anyway-and went into the house to finish the job. It was a hot day, and although he was acclimated to the heat, he still wanted a cool shower. Mecha work could get a little sweaty.
In the kitchen, he found Trowa leaning up against the counter, snacking on something from a cylindrical container.
"Hi koibito. Is that something good?" Quatre asked, pouring himself a glass of water.
"Ice cream." Trowa said coolly.
Quatre blinked at him. "What is ice cream?"
It was Trowa's turn to blink. "You've never had ice cream?"
Quatre shook his head, sending his blond bangs flying to and fro. "I've never heard of it. What is it?"
Trowa was about to tell him, but then he got a better idea. He took a large bite of his strawberry ice cream and then leaned forward to give Quatre a kiss. Mid-kiss, he transferred the sweet stuff to Quatre's mouth then stood back to watch his reaction.
"Oh! It's cold!" Quatre said, surprised. His eyes opened wide and one hand flew up to his mouth.
"That's why it's called ice cream, Quatre." Trowa smirked.
Quatre ignored him; he was too caught up in his first ice cream experience to reply anyway. The expression of surprise on his face gave way to delight, then to ecstasy. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back as he swallowed, purring deep in his throat. "Mmmmmmm...."
Trowa's pants suddenly felt way too tight.
Beginning to feel the familiar stirrings of anticipation, he slid another spoonful between Quatre's lips and was rewarded with a moaning sigh. "So good..." Quatre breathed.
Teasingly, Trowa rubbed a third spoonful of ice cream back and forth across Quatre's lower lip. A narrow pink tongue darted out to lick at it, and small mewling sounds of thwarted pleasure came from his throat.
Yes, the pants were definitely going to have to go.
Trowa leaned forward to lick the sweet pink lips. "You know, we could finish this upstairs." He suggested softly.
Hazy blue eyes opened, and the blond pilot smiled. "You read my mind."
Trowa gathered the blond into his arms and began to haul him upstairs. Just before they rounded a corner, though, Quatre caught a flash of violet eyes and gave Duo a broad wink and thumbs-up. Once again, Shinigami's plan had worked.
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