The cool airconditioned air raised chillbumps on Quatre's bare skin as he looked at Trowa with wide eyes. "Are you sure you want this? I know I'll hurt you" Trowa whispered. "Yes, it has to be you, it wouldn't be right otherwise. I know you'll be careful" Quatre said, blushing a little. It still felt very odd being naked in front of anyone else. "I'll try not to hurt you…" Trowa said softly. "I'd do it for you, if you wanted it." Quatre said, closing his eyes. Quatre tried not to tense up as the penetration occurred, but he couldn't help it, it hurt! And tensing up only made it hurt that much more. He whimpered softly, but at least it was over quickly. Trowa grunted softly as the liquid was squirted into his only love, then withdrew. Quatre felt a big fat tear leak out but he couldn't help himself, it had hurt, and it still hurt with lingering soreness  that probably wouldn't go away for a while. But he so hated to cry in front of Trowa, he knew it would only make the taller pilot feel guilty. Trowa reached out and gently wiped the tear away. Quatre looked up at him again. "T-thank you. It didn't hurt too bad, really." He lied. He gave a weak little smile. "I…" Trowa didn't get to finish what he was going to say, but was interrupted. "Men, worse than babies" The nurse said, slapping a cheerful Snoopy bandaid on Quatre's arm then taking the syringe from Trowa. "It's just a little shot. No need to make such a fuss" She handed Quatre his clothes back. "Ok, we're all done with the physical, Mr. Winner. Mr. Barton, you're next." Trowa gulped as the nurse, who looked like she took time off from a pro-wrestling carrier to work at a doctor's office dragged him off. "Remember! You said you'd do the same for me!" Trowa called out, just as he was dragged into another office room. Quatre hurried to get dressed, smothering giggles.