Lips Don't Lie
"I don't love you." Trowa's face was shuttered revealing nothing.
Quatre shook his head, anger and hurt radiating from him. "And I'm calling bullshit." His expression softening a little as he moved into Trowa's personal space. "I've seen the way you look at me. The way you touch me." With one hand he rubbed his chest as if it pained him. "I feel you."
Trowa stood his ground, arms crossed in a clearly defensive posture. "You see and feel what you want to."
"No." Quatre spit the word out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "I see someone who is afraid. Afraid of loving and being loved. Afraid of taking a chance because he doesn't think he deserves it." Stepping closer so that he was almost nose to nose with Trowa he let his voice drop and smooth out. "I'm scared too. But not enough to give up on us. On you."
In one smooth motion he surged up, his lips covering Trowa's, curving into a smile when Trowa made a small, helpless sound, then clutched Quatre as if he was incapable of ever letting go.