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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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Zechs stood out on the balcony, robe pulled tight and a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He gazed out over the snow covered trees and took a deep breath of the brisk, fresh air. Arms wrapped around him from behind.
“It's beautiful here.”
He nodded in agreement. “Where are the others?”
“Quatre and Duo are eating breakfast. I'm not sure about Wufei and Trowa.”
“If I had my guess, Trowa's still in bed and Wufei found somewhere to work out.”
Heero chuckled. “Probably.”
Zechs sipped his coffee. “How are you feeling?”
He tightened his hold on the blond. “Good, and getting better every day.” The truth was, there were still times when his mind felt fuzzy and sobriety seemed odd. But that was the price he had to pay for years of drug abuse. Every day was a struggle. He couldn't simply say he'd never do drugs again, but he could get up in the morning and tell himself he wouldn't do them that day. It all came down to him deciding what he would do and not thinking too far ahead.
“Do we have plans for today?”
“Quatre said there's a strip mall not far from here. He and Duo are going.”
Zechs glanced to Heero out of the corner of his eyes. “What kind of shops do they have?”
“An art supply store, a vintage music store, glassworks place, and some other stuff. I wasn't really paying attention. Do you want to go?”
He finished his coffee as he thought. “Do you think the news about Treize is national?”
“I don't know. I haven't been watching the news.”
He nodded slowly. “I don't think I want to go.”
He sighed. “You can't just stay holed up for fear someone might recognize you, Zechs. It isn't healthy.”
He snorted. “And you're just the epitome of health, aren't you?” It was out before he could stop it and he instantly regretted it.
The arms fell from him as if burned. “I'm going with them to town,” he said in a low, strained voice before leaving the balcony.
Zechs wanted to turn and call for him to come back. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to pull Heero to bed and stay there all day just lying together. But all he did was stand there until he heard an engine roar to life and tires squelch over fresh snow that had fallen overnight. He looked up to the overcast sky. He wished he'd put a better leash on his mouth.
“You fucked that up, Zechs,” he whispered to himself.
“He'll get over it.”
Zechs started and moved to the edge of the balcony, peering over the side. Wufei was on the patio beneath it, towel around his neck. “Have you been there the whole time?”
He wiped at his face. “I was doing my katas. I didn't know you were up there till Heero spoke.”
“Oh.”
“He knows you're hurting so he's giving you space. Just apologize when he gets back and it'll be water under the bridge.”
Zechs pursed his lips. “That easy, huh?”
Wufei met his gaze. “He loves you, doesn't he?”
The blond tilted his head to the side. “Is it really that simple for you?”
He shrugged. “No one ever loved me before Trowa. We haven't been together long but every day he shows me a little more what it means to care for someone. He doesn't have money, but he turned down a million dollars for me.” He shook his head. “I don't know about you, but that speaks volumes to me.”
Zechs licked his lips. “Yes, I suppose it does.”
“And Heero's no different. He gave up mourning his lost love after years of believing he'd never find love again. But he did.” Wufei smiled softly. “If nothing else, his love of Solo should prove to you how loyal he is.”
Zechs smiled softly. “You're a wise man, Wufei.”
“I don't know that I'd go that far, I just call it how I see it. But I am cold and need a shower. Excuse me.”
He nodded, feeling quite cold himself. He moved back into the bedroom. Much like the rest of the chalet, it was large, but not overly done. The decorations were tasteful and the hardwood floors a rich mahogany that managed to give the large room a cozy feel.
He went into the bathroom and brushed through his long mane, staring at his reflection. He'd heard over and over again for years that he was beautiful, but what had once seemed a compliment had now turned to curse in his mind. If he'd been ugly, Treize probably wouldn't have touched him. Hell, he probably wouldn't have taken him in.
But then, would that have meant he'd have never met Heero or the others? He didn't want to give Heero up for anything. Heero wasn't innocent or pure like the others, even Duo, seemed to be. He was rough around the edges and had seen things most people hadn't and would never want to. Was it wrong of Zechs to somehow get a relieved feeling about that?
It wasn't that he was glad Heero had seen or done certain things, but he was... more comfortable with him because of it. Both had, in some way, sold a valuable part of themselves. Both had given up something precious. Heero, years of wasted time mourning. Himself, innocence that should have been given to one who loved him. Someone who really cared for him.
He shook his head and pulled his hair back into a low ponytail. He returned to the bedroom and stripped off his robe, pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants and a long-sleeved navy T-shirt. He went down to the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal, sitting at the table.
Trowa came in moments later, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. Zechs laughed softly.
“What?” he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
“It's amazing how well you can get to know a person in just a few months.”
“Huh?”
“He and Heero were guessing where we were earlier,” Wufei said as he came in, running a towel through his wet hair. “Zechs figured I'd found somewhere to work out and you were still asleep.”
“I see.” Trowa leaned down to place a quick kiss to Wufei's lips as the shorter man put water on to make some tea.
“No coffee?”
“I had some earlier.”
Trowa frowned. “How long have you been up?”
He affected a hurt pout. “You didn't notice when I left the bed?”
Trowa chuckled softly. “Of course I did, I just didn't bother to look at the clock.”
“Hm. I got up at five.”
Zechs and Trowa both stared at the Chinese man and he raised his eyebrows. “What?”
“Don't you know the meaning of vacation? You're supposed to sleep in late, cuddle with your love.” Trowa folded his arms around the shorter man and ran teasing fingers up under his shirt to rake blunt nails over his tight abs. “Make love at crazy hours of the day,” he whispered into his ear.
Wufei shivered slightly and tilted his head as Trowa nipped at his neck, obsidian eyes slipping closed. Zechs shook his head. “You guys do have a room, you know.”
Wufei pulled himself from Trowa and sent an apologetic look to the blond. “Sorry.”
Trowa sighed and grabbed some eggs from the fridge, along with milk, onions, mushrooms, bacon, and tomatoes. Wufei tilted his head to the side. “What are you making?”
“An omelet, would you like one?”
“Sure.” He sat at the table and both watched as Trowa expertly made some of the pretties and fluffiest omelets either had ever seen. Wufei took a bite and sighed in appreciation. “I didn't know you were such a good cook.
He shrugged. “It's a well-kept secret. I'm really good at it, but I don't like to do it very often.”
“This is really good.” He held a forkful out toward Zechs. “Want a bite.”
The blond quirked an eyebrow but leaned forward to take the eggs from Wufei's fork. At that moment the other three came in and Heero paused, taking in the scene of his boyfriend eating from Wufei's fork and Trowa watching the scene with amusement. He folded his arms over his chest.
“Cheating on me with an omelet, Zechs?”
The blond smirked as he swallowed the bite. “If you tasted it, you'd understand.”
Heero leaned over the back of Zechs' chair and kissed at his ear. “What makes you think I haven't?”
Duo grinned. “That's right; we've all had a taste of Trowa's eggs. Very little can compare.”
The auburn haired man looked around the grinning room and rolled his eyes before digging back into his omelet. “You guys are a bunch of pervs.”
Duo draped his arm over his shoulders. “Aw, come on, you know you're as pervy as the rest of us. After all, I taught you everything you know.”
Wufei's fork clattered to his plate and wide eyes shot to them. “What?”
Violet eyes moved to obsidian. “No, nothing like that. We never actually had sex.”
He clenched his teeth. “Then what exactly did you have?”
Trowa shoved Duo off and moved around the table. “Just what I told you. Watching, that's it.”
Wufei looked to Duo. “Is that true?”
The braided man nodded, but he was looking at the ceiling and scratching his neck. Wufei fled from the room and Trowa glared at his friend.
“Damn it, Duo! Why didn't you just tell him nothing ever happened between us?”
“You know I can't lie! I suck at it!”
Trowa shook his head, confused. “But we never did anything.”
Duo held out his hands. “Look, we were really, and I mean REALLY shitfaced. You didn't remember the next morning so I didn't tell you.”
Trowa gaped. “When was this?”
“A few weeks after we met.”
He shook his head slowly and looked to Heero. The Japanese man looked pained to do it, but he nodded. “It's the truth.”
He backed up a few steps, fists clenching. “Shit.” He turned and ran after Wufei. He twisted the knob on the bedroom they were using but the door was locked.
“Let me in, Wufei?”
“Why? So you can tell me more lies. I believed in you, Trowa!”
“I didn't know I was lying. I'm sorry.”
The door flew opened and Wufei glared up at him. “You didn't know you were lying? What kind of bullshit is that?”
He shook his head. “Go back down and ask Heero and Duo. It happened when we were teenagers and apparently I was too drunk to remember. I don't get that plastered anymore. Please, Wufei, don't be mad at me. I wasn't keeping it from you on purpose. I don't even know what happened. But if Duo said it wasn't sex, then it wasn't. Okay?”
Wufei wanted to stay mad, but those earnest emerald eyes were weakening his resolve. He leaned against the door frame. “Duo?”
“Yeah?”
“What exactly did you do with him?”
There was a moment of silence before they barely heard, “Mutual blow jobs.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Well... I can't have that.” He jerked Trowa into the room.
“What?”
“I may not be as good, but you'll damn well remember this one.”
The door slammed shut and the four in the kitchen gazed at each other silently before they burst out laughing. When they settled, Zechs looked to the other three. “So what's this watching deal?”
Duo raised a shoulder. “I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.”
Both Quatre and Heero snorted. “A bit?” his boyfriend asked.
He grinned. “All right, I love being watched, and watching, too.” He eyed Zechs appreciatively.
“Duo, I don't think now's the time for...” Heero trailed off as his eyes fell to the fist clenched in Zechs' lap hidden beneath the table. The blond's face gave nothing away as he continued to eat his cereal, but the uncomfortable shifting of his legs was a dead giveaway. With all the stress lately, perhaps a little distraction was just was Zechs needed.
He gave the blond and brunette a pointed look and Duo raised an eyebrow. He nodded and the braided man grinned before putting his hand to the back of Quatre's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
Heero leaned over to whisper in Zechs' ear. “Do you like the idea of watching them?” He ran his hand up the blond's thigh until he reached the apex and found an awakening length.
Zechs shivered. “I don't know about that.”
Duo pushed Quatre's chair back and straddled the blond, deepening the kiss. Zechs tilted his head to get a better view as Duo and Quatre's tongues tangled before their lips pressed together again, soft moans muffled between their joined mouths as they rocked together.
The length beneath Heero's hands pulsed as Zechs watched the scene and the Japanese man chuckled. “Are you sure about that?” He squeezed him through the soft sweatpants and his eyes rolled slightly as he took in a sudden breath. Zechs' hips bucked and he dropped his spoon into his cereal bowl, pressing his hands to the table and eyes never leaving the pair making out several feet away.
“I'm sure,” he groaned.
“You're awfully aroused, though.” He ran his hand over the hardening length
“That's because you're touching me.”
“You sure they don't play a part?” Heero asked in a sultry whisper.
He licked his lips as Quatre snapped the band holding Duo's hair in a braid and unraveled it, burying his hands in the soft waves. Duo tilted his head back, eyes half-lidded and soft gasps escaping from him as Quatre nibbled down his neck. The brunette, usually so loud and brash was surprisingly submissive.
The blond dug in Duo's leather jacket, pulling out a bottle of lube and setting it on the table before sliding the coat down his arms and letting it fall to the floor. He gripped Duo's hips and raised him up till his was on his feet. He kissed down his chest, wrapping his tongue around the navel ring as he slid Duo's tight black jeans down to the floor, exposing his already erect manhood for all in the room.
Quatre teased the tip, rolling his tongue around it. Duo's lids fluttered slightly, but he kept his gaze focused on Quatre's tongue as it lapped at him. The blond reached for the lube and coated several fingers before sliding one in. Duo pulled his hair to the side so the site wasn't obstructed for the two watching. Quatre pushed in two more and Duo was moaning heavily as he was stroked inside and out.
The blond pulled away and Duo groaned in protest. Quatre smirked, lowering his pants slightly to free his erection. He put a hand to his lover's chest to keep him from coming closer as he wrapped his lube covered hand around his own length and stroked in slow, long passes. He tilted his head back, rocking his hips into his own palm until neither he nor Duo could wait anymore.
Duo straddled him again, hands on the back of the chair as he slowly lowered. Quatre guided himself into the tight heat, hissing between his teeth as he sank into his lover. When the brunette was fully seated, he captured the blond's lips with his in a heated kiss.
Zechs could hardly breathe. The room was far too hot, but he couldn't leave. He was held in place by the erotic display before him and Heero's hand softly teasing at his length through his sweatpants. He bit his lip as Duo began riding the blond's impressive length. He hadn't expected Quatre to be hiding away such a package. And from the sounds falling from the brunette's lips, he knew just how to use it, too.
Duo's head tossed back and the chair creaked as his fingers tightened on the wood. Quatre reached between them and took his heavy erection with his lube slicked hand, moving it in slow deliberate movements up and down the hard length. Duo arched into him, arms trembling with need.
Without warning, Quatre's hand left his length suddenly and both hands gripped his hips to hold him still. A strangled groan escaped the brunette and he opened his eyes to look down to the blond. “Not now. Please?”
He grinned in a nature that was more of Duo's style than his own. “We want this to last, don't we?” He trailed one hand up to tease at a nipple ring. Duo's head fell back and he shivered, soft whimpers escaping him as the fingers were replaced with lips, but Quatre still wouldn't allow his hips to move.
While he lapped at one nipple, he tweaked the other, working both into hard nubs until Duo was gasping uncontrollably and almost crying for more contact.
Zechs was amazed at Quatre's restraint. He would have given in by now had it been him. Heero's hand slipped beneath the waist band of his sweatpants, running his thumb over the moisture gathered at the tip of his erection. He thrust his hips for more friction, grunting softly.
Quatre glanced over and smirked slightly. He pulled Duo off of him and draped him over the table in one smooth move before thrusting in. Duo folded his arms under his head, hands clenching into fists as his lover pounded into him. A hand slithered beneath him and began tugging harshly at his length.
He pushed up slightly so he could thrust back against Quatre, pleasure coiling tightly in his stomach as his orgasm neared. Every stroke over his length sent pleasing stimulation shooting up his spine and his toes curled, making him almost lose his balance. The hand on his hip tightened and a low groan fell from behind him as the length inside him pulsed before releasing, coating his insides with his lover's cum. He shivered and tipped over the edge with a throaty moan.
He continued thrusting backwards until he'd milked all of his lover's essence from him and Quatre pulled out. The blond sat heavily into the chair again and pulled Duo to his lap, kissing his shoulder softly as they returned down from the high of their orgasms.
At the soft cries of completion, Zechs' found his own climax and covered Heero's hand and the inside of his pants. He grimaced slightly as he came back to himself and looked to his lover.
“Now I need another shower.”
Heero smirked and licked the cum from his fingers. Pale blue eyes narrowed as he saw the bulge in his lover's jeans. He slid from his chair and unzipped the black jeans, freeing the weeping erection. He looked up into Heero's face as he placed the flat of his tongue to the base and licked upwards until he reached the head.
Heero shivered slightly and gripped the seat of the chair on either side of his thighs as Zechs took the tip between his lips and slowly moved downward. He continued the maddening pace for several minutes before having mercy and cupping Heero's balls in one hand while he gripped the base of his length in the other and added more suction.
Heero's head fell back as his already oversensitive flesh was stroked within the wet heat of his lover's mouth. A finger slick finger slid into him and prodded at his prostate at the same time Zechs swallowed him to the hilt. His back arched impossibly and he climaxed into his lover's waiting mouth.
He sagged back in the chair and stared down at Zechs as the blond raised up, licking errant cum from his bottom lip.
“How about that shower?”
Zechs nodded and pushed to his feet. “Sounds good.”
Duo jumped up. “Wait, we're messier than y'all are.”
Quatre shook his head as he righted his pants. “The hot water heater can handle two showers at once.”
They heard water begin to flow upstairs and froze for a moment. “Uh, Quat, can it handle three?”
The four men stared at each other for a long moment before bolting up the stairs.
TBC...
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