February writing challenge TQ7
fair warning... the formatting of this is odd to try and make something happen in five sentences...i cheated a little, i think. let's just call it artist dramatic effect, and leave it at that, shall we?
using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: NC-17, Warnings: half-beat humor, male/male sexual situation, BL, word count: 201 note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #06 - Silver and Gold
He always believed his first time would be with Trowa; he hadn’t counted on it happening nearly two weeks after Trowa come to stay, but there he was, in Trowa’s room,
naked,
kissing
touching,
stroking,
riding,
barely breathing
and Trowa was returning those kisses, doing some touching of his own,
stroking,
licking,
caressing
ooo~sucking
filling him,
stretching,
splitting
…pain!pain!pain!
…burning and pleasure
…more, more, more …moremoremoremore -
there!
Quatre opened his eyes slow, every muscle in his body lax, breathing rapid - the word languid came to mind; Trowa was watching him with lips curved and smiling but…a hint of blue ringed his mouth and his exerted pants for air were shallow wheezing draws. Quatre swore and dove for the oxygen mask at the edge of the mattress, putting the rubberized plastic over Trowa’s mouth and the strap over his head; the doctor had warned extraneous exercise would shorten breath. Trowa’s hand touched at Quatre’s face, his thumb wiped the moisture wanting to spill, and Trowa's lips, still blue, were smiling; Trowa tugged Quatre down, whispering and Quatre jerked back, his hand striking out to slap at Trowa’s shoulder.
“No you will not die on me, Trowa Barton, a happy man or otherwise!”
.
using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: NC-17, Warnings: half-beat humor, male/male sexual situation, BL, word count: 201 note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #06 - Silver and Gold
He always believed his first time would be with Trowa; he hadn’t counted on it happening nearly two weeks after Trowa come to stay, but there he was, in Trowa’s room,
naked,
kissing
touching,
stroking,
riding,
barely breathing
and Trowa was returning those kisses, doing some touching of his own,
stroking,
licking,
caressing
ooo~sucking
filling him,
stretching,
splitting
…pain!pain!pain!
…burning and pleasure
…more, more, more …moremoremoremore -
there!
Quatre opened his eyes slow, every muscle in his body lax, breathing rapid - the word languid came to mind; Trowa was watching him with lips curved and smiling but…a hint of blue ringed his mouth and his exerted pants for air were shallow wheezing draws. Quatre swore and dove for the oxygen mask at the edge of the mattress, putting the rubberized plastic over Trowa’s mouth and the strap over his head; the doctor had warned extraneous exercise would shorten breath. Trowa’s hand touched at Quatre’s face, his thumb wiped the moisture wanting to spill, and Trowa's lips, still blue, were smiling; Trowa tugged Quatre down, whispering and Quatre jerked back, his hand striking out to slap at Trowa’s shoulder.
“No you will not die on me, Trowa Barton, a happy man or otherwise!”
.