by Hex
Written for Calli's request in the GW Smut-a-thon.
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"Bye Quatre!" Dana chirped as she skipped out of the "dressing rooms." Quatre used the term loosely in his head. The dressing rooms had a thick heavy black cloth that hung on a rope strung up as close to the ceiling as the maintenance crew could manage. The cloth clearly declared a boys' side and a girls' side in which the actors were supposed to change. Both rooms had chairs and tables littered with mirrors and high-powered lights so that stage makeup could be applied and removed backstage instead of in one of the school washrooms.
Quatre glared at himself in a mirror. He should have been happier. This had been their last dress rehearsal before their performance the following night and everything had gone off without a hitch. No one missed their cues, nothing had gone wrong with props or costumes and Quatre was still miserable. He stared at himself in the mirror. His blond hair was a little messy under the crown of fake green leaves that sat on his head. His torso was nude and covered in gold glitter that winked as he moved. Actually, the glitter had crawled all over him. It had started only on his face and shoulders and slowly worked its way all over his body. It was even between his bare toes and was making them almost unbearably itchy. Not surprisingly, the glitter had made its way onto the loincloth that served as his costume. Quatre once again, adjusted it feeling rather self-conscious.
When the costume people had handed him the loincloth and crown of leaves, he had politely asked where the rest of his costume was. When they said that was it, Quatre had choked on the breath he was taking. Quatre had worked hard at ignoring the fact that he was wearing very little on stage compared to his fellow actors and finally felt comfortable enough to (he hoped) do his role justice. Even if the role was responsible for making him a bigger target for teasing than usual.
Quatre had always been picked on in high school. He had never been able to escape it. He was intelligent, soft spoken and had such well ingrained manners that they were second nature to him. After winning the role of Oberon in "A Midsummer Night's Dream", the more intelligent of his tormentors started to call him 'Fairy King'. He was generally able to let most things roll off his back, but this was slowly wearing Quatre down. Another year, however, and Quatre would graduate. He'd be free from all of the stupidity of high school and go out into the real world.
Quatre grabbed a face cloth off of one of the desks and began to scrub the makeup from his face. The makeup was smearing off nicely but the glitter would not go away. He would wipe his face clean, only to have glitter magically appear on his face. Quatre gave it a rather loud growl. He was the last person from the cast still there so he didn't feel as ridiculous as he could have.
"Are you having problems Quatre?" A voice asked.
Quatre nearly jumped out of his skin. Quatre spun to see their assistant director Treize, hovering near the edge of the drape between the girls' and boys' side of the dressing room.
"Ah, yeah, the glitter is annoying. Clings." Quatre said nervously and began scrubbing his face almost viciously.
Treize was watching him curiously before a smile worked its way across his face. Quatre tried to pretend he wasn't looking, no staring, at the other man. Treize was a graduate of their high school. He had graduated just after Quatre had finished his first year of high school. He was now studying drama at the local university and was helping out their drama department with the play.
Treize looked immaculate as always. He was wearing a pair of beige slacks and white dress shirt. The dress shirt had the first few buttons undone and it showed off the line of his pecks. His hair was arranged so just a few locks would occasionally fall into his eyes, they were casually pushed away from his face after he bellowed acting directions to the cast. In all, Quatre considered Treize to be one of, if not the sexiest man he had ever had the pleasure of being in the same room with.
Quatre cleared his throat nervously. Treize had moved slowly to stand behind him. His breath was tickling the back of Quatre's neck, making the short hairs stand on end.
"Is something wrong Quatre?" Treize asked. The question was whispered right into Quatre's ear.
"It's nothing, really." Quatre whispered the reply. He didn't know why, but he decided it was best to follow Treize's lead.
"You're lying." Treize countered. He moved slowly and gently held the hand that was scrubbing the sparkles from Quatre's face. He pulled the hand away from the pink cheek and held Quatre's gaze in the mirror. "What's wrong?"
Quatre shifted his gaze away and tugged his hand from Treize's grasp.
"Ah, someone uncovered your little secret? Or did they just guess?" Treize asked.
Quatre opened his mouth, a denial or a snappy reply on the tip of his tongue. He shut it with a click.
"It's none of your business."
"There's nothing wrong with who you are Quatre. On stage or off." Treize breathed in Quatre's ear.
Quatre shifted his gaze back to the mirror. Treize was staring at him. It was an intense knowing stare that made Quatre even more uncomfortable. Or it might have been the fact that Treize was still standing so close Quatre could feel the heat rolling off the taller man. Quatre couldn't quite place the source of his unease. Treize's arm slipped around Quatre's bare waist and he pressed his nose against Quatre's ear. Treize's eyes slipped shut for a moment as he breathed Quatre in, then they opened again. Treize was staring again, he dragged the back of his nails across Quatre's chest.
The hand or more to the point, the nails, began to trace a nonsensical path over the blonde's upper body. Quatre stiffened. He didn't know what to feel or what to do. Treize wasn't just a person he admired; Treize was someone he had lusted for. He was the central subject of a large number of Quatre's fantasies. He was someone Quatre dreamed about having but never thought he would. Treize was an untouchable object to Quatre. An untouchable object that was touching Quatre at that very moment. The nails left a faint red path that twisted and swirled across the pale skin of his chest. Quatre sucked in a deep breath. The path was working it's way steadily downward. The man's nails were steadily circling in closer to Quatre's belly button. Treize pressed his full hand against Quatre's stomach. Quatre felt all of the muscles unconsciously tense.
"Tr-treize."
Quatre swallowed any further attempts at speech as Treize's hand by passed his costume to settle on his thigh. The hand paused just below the edge of Quatre's loincloth and dragged it up and underneath the material. Treize's knuckles were rubbing suggestively against the base of Quatre's erection as the taller man stroked the inside of Quatre's thigh.
Quatre knew he should have stepped away, but he stumbled backwards to lean against Treize's chest. The older man's arm slipped around his waist and steadied him. What was happening made no sense. He couldn't wrap his brain around it. Fantasies didn't become real that was why they were called fantasies. They were the minds perfect version of the impossible. Treize dragged the tips of his fingers from the head of Quatre's penis to the base. He dragged his fingers back up and then rubbed his palm against the head. Quatre could feel the pre-cum being smeared around and he felt himself blush slightly. Quatre closed his eyes and grabbed handfuls of the material of Treize's pants while Treize grabbed a handful of him.
Treize began to stroke him at a leisurely pace. Quatre was trembling just a bit, he realized his own excitement was acting as lubrication and he was unsure if he felt humiliated, excited or just didn't care. The blonde shook his head and tried to keep his senses somewhat clear but Treize was taking away his ability to think at all, let alone clearly. Quatre tried not to moan out loud, he bit his lip to stem the tide of sound.
Quatre started to move his hips to increase the contact and pace Treize had started. The boy craned his neck to press small bites and kisses to Treize's jawline. Treize moved so that he could look down at Quatre. The blonde tried to press his lips against the other man's but was thwarted, Treize dodged and began to gnaw lightly at his chin. He moved to lick at Treize's lips but the taller man by passed his lips to nibble on Quatre's ear. Quatre made a frustrated noise and tried to maneuver himself in for a kiss, but Treize arched his neck back so Quatre ended up latching onto the exposed flesh and giving it a rough nip. The blonde was squeezing his eyes shut against the pleasure from Treize's hand. Treize's free hand snaked up Quatre's torso to grasp his chin.
"Watch Quatre. I want you to see yourself." Treize growled the words into Quatre's ear.
Quatre did as he was told. He opened his eyes and stared at the picture they made. He was flushed, his mouth open and panting with Treize looming behind him. Treize's hand was still holding his jaw, an almost feral expression on his face. The taller man's tanned hands disappeared under Quatre's costume, the delicious motion only hinted at by the shifting of the material. Quatre could see that the hair at the back of his head was standing up at odd angles from rubbing his head back and forth on Treize's shoulder. He looked like a picture from a realistic porno film.
"I want you to watch yourself. I want you to see what happens." Treize's voice was raspy but commanding in Quatre's ears. Treize gave Quatre several quick, rough strokes that had the blonde arching his back and grinding his hips towards the attention. Treize smirked as he slowed the pace back down. These were slow, barely felt ghostings of Treize's hand up and down Quatre's cock. Quatre tried to shift his hips to encourage Treize to pick up the pace. Quatre craned his neck and moved to kiss Treize.
"No." Treize said firmly and pushed the blonde's face towards the mirror with his chin. "I want you to see the face of your own passion."
With that Treize began to give Quatre satisfying strokes of his hand again. Quatre made a frustrated noise, but couldn't articulate anything beyond that. The blonde gave up and began to grind his hips into Treize's hand while trying to maintain eye contact with his doppelganger in the mirror. Quatre clenched his teeth, trying not to moan out loud. He blinked rapidly as he felt his orgasm begin to build, soon it would crest over and he would cum all over Treize's hand but he had to watch. One of Quatre's arms moved of it's own accord and Quatre's hand settled to paw roughly at the back of Treize's neck, probably leaving bright red scratches there. Quatre's eyes began to water as he watched his mouth become a round 'O' of pleasure. Quatre clenched his mouth shut and growled out sounds through his teeth.
"Watch, Quatre. I want you to see a king in the midst of his passion." Treize moaned into Quatre's ear as he ground his hips suggestively against the blonde's ass.
Quatre couldn't hold his own gaze any longer. He threw his head back and came with a loud cry.
Quatre panted as he came back down. He forced his eyes open again and stared at himself. He was all sweaty, red faced and wide eyed. Treize looked smug and devilish peering over his shoulder as he was. Quatre's knees shook ever so slightly. Treize wiped his hand on his pants as the blonde lowered himself into a chair. Treize gently kneaded his shoulders for a moment as Quatre tried to even out his breathing.
Treize bent at the waist and turned Quatre's chin so the blonde was looking into his eyes. Quatre sucked in a breath of surprise as Treize kissed him. Quatre had been trying to kiss Treize during their little interlude and now that the other man was kissing him, Quatre felt almost overwhelmed by it. Treize took advantage of the fact Quatre was stumbling with the kiss. He tilted Quatre's head back and ravaged the open mouth. The blonde reached up and fisted his hand in Treize's hair to keep the taller man where he was.
Treize slid away slowly and Quatre let him. Quatre swallowed loudly and tried to think of something almost intelligent to say. He failed miserably and bit his lip instead. Treize gently kissed him on the temple. He straightened his clothing and looked annoyingly smug. Quatre narrowed his eyes.
"You do realize I still qualify as jail bait." Quatre tried to sound casual but he was confused and angry. He knew what happened although he had no way of explaining it to himself. And that bothered him.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the performance." Treize said, a dangerous smile curving his lips. "And I'm fully aware of the fact that you're only a few months from being eighteen. I apologize for my loss of patience. I'll make it up to you. I'm sure you can understand why I lost control." Treize fingered the edge of Quatre's loincloth. "After the play we will sort this out. I give you my word."
With that he slid his hand down Quatre's chest and kissed the blonde on the ear. He turned and left as Quatre watched wide-eyed. Treize had lot his patience? There was a lot implied in that statement. Quatre shifted in his chair. He was a mess. He decided that he could think about the rest at home, at the moment, he needed to clean up and get out of the school.
"After the play." Quatre muttered. He grabbed the cloth he had been using to clean his face and began to carefully clean himself as well as his costume.
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