After a short silence, Heero spoke up. "Do you really want to?" He said.
Quatre took a breath. "Yes. I want you inside me, I want you so bad it almost hurts."
"Here? Now?" Heero said nervously.
"Well, we can go into a closet or something, but yes, now." Quatre replied. "Don't make me take matters into my own hands, Heero."
Heero smiled, then looked around. His eyes fell on a spot.
"There." He pointed. Quatre couldn't believe what was being suggested.
"The cockpit of your Wing Zero? Are you sure?"
"Yes." Heero said, taking Quatre's hand and leading him over to the cockpit. Heero jumped down first, then helped Quatre down. They wasted no time. Almost as soon as Quatre's feet touched the floor his lips touched Heeros'. Heero's hands went through Quatre's hair while Quatre's fingertips were memorizing the feel of Heero's body. His hands slid down until they reached Heero's beautiful ass. Quatre was sure that Heero would've moaned if his mouth weren't so full.
Heero started pulling off Quatre's vest, then began to work on the buttons of his shirt. Quatre slipped his hands into Heero's shorts, then up under his shirt. He stopped kissing long enough to get it off of Heero, but then paused to look at him, drinking him in like a man drinking from an oasis in the desert. That's when Heero finished with Quatre's shirt and pulled that off. Presently they were both admiring the other's body. Heero then leaned down and began kissing Quatre's chest and stomach. He worked his way up slowly as Quatre's fingers tangled themselves into Heero hair.
When Heero reached Quatre's chest, he turned his attention to the nipples that were perking up to his touch. He kissed and gently sucked on each one, Quatre moaning and groaning in response to this forbidden pleasure. Heero moved lower, then he started undoing Quatre's pants. Quatre leaned back so Heero could take them off, which Heero did promptly.
Quatre took Heero's face in his hands and indicated he wanted him to stand up. Heero did, and Quatre hooked his hand behind Heero's neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. He worked his way to Heero's shoulder, then he kneeled down in front of Heero in order to take off his shorts. Heero leaned back against the seat of the Wing Zero to make it easier for Quatre. When Quatre pulled Heero's shorts off, the age-old question of boxers or briefs was answered: Heero wore neither.
Quatre gently guided Heero into the seat, then he took his own underwear off, doing it somewhat slowly, almost teasingly. He finally got those off, and they stood, staring at each other for a moment. To Quatre, that moment seemed to stretch on for eternity and a day. Then he moved forward. He crawled onto Heero and started kissing him. He heard Heero moan his enjoyment.
Heero gently pushed Quatre away. "I'm ready to explode." He said, panting.
Quatre understood, but first he moved out of the seat enough that he was facing Heero's hard, throbbing penis. Quatre kissed the tip, then took the head into his mouth and sucked gently.
"Q-Quatre...Unh." Heero groaned. "Oh, God." he arched up slightly in response to Quatre's touch. "Quatre, please..."
Quatre let up, not able to take it anymore himself. he had to have him, like the rose had to have the sun's warmth. he shifted his body until he was facing opposite Heero, who then took over from there.
Heero put his hands on Quatre's hips and slowly guided him onto his waiting erection. Quatre gasped when he felt Heero penetrate him.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Heero said, worry in his voice.
"No, it's...well, I've never...you know." Quatre said.
"Yes. I understand." Heero replied, and this time he went a little slower, until he was totally inside Quatre.
Quatre leaned back onto Heero, who placed his hands on Quatre's chest. Then Heero gently moved his hips forward in an experimental thrust. When he was sure that he wasn't hurting his lover, he continued, a little more than before, his penis bumping into the blond boys' prostate, which made him moan with pleasure.
"Oh God, Heero. Ooh, that feels so good." Quatre sighed. His world was dissolving right in front of him, all his worries and fears melting away. He was making love with a boy whom he loved, and nothing else mattered at that moment except Heero Yuy, and the intense feelings and sensations he was recieving.
Heero's hands went all over Quatre's body, and Quatre caught one of them in his own and entwined his fingers with Heeros'. Beneath him, Heero's groaning and thrusting was steadily getting faster as he neared climax.
"Quatre, I'm close," Heero breathed into Quatre's ear. "I'm soo close."
"Yes...yes," was all Quatre could utter.
"Oh God, Quatreee!" Heero moaned. He bucked, and went right over the edge, trying not to yell with all his might. Quatre was also pushed to orgasm, tensing up and shaking.
"Ooohh Heeroo!" He cried as semen cascaded from his penis as water from a fountain would flow.
When his climax passed, Quatre relaxed against Heero, and they cuddled for a while, feeling the tension of the past several months ebb away.
"I love you." Heero said softly in Quatre's ear.
"I love you, too." Quatre responded. He turned and kissed Heero on the mouth. Quatre couldn't've been happier at that moment.
Too late, they heard the sound of someone climbing up the side of the Wing Zero.