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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zechs paced the kitchen, phone held to his ear. The others watched from the table, listening to his side of the conversation.
“All right... yeah, I understand... Okay, thank you.” He hung up and stared down at the phone for a long moment. “Ricky finally admitted he was sleeping with Treize. I have to go before the grand jury on the seventh.”
Heero stood. “You all right?”
He glanced to his boyfriend and smiled weakly. “Yeah. Rich said he'd be there. You can go, too. Well, not into the courtroom, but...”
“I'll be there.”
He nodded. “Thanks.” He dropped the phone back to the charger and took a breath. “We still have five days of vacation and I intend to enjoy it.”
Quatre smiled. “The party tomorrow night should help with that.”
“That's true,” Duo agreed. “Mr. Winner doesn't give up until everyone under his roof is happy.”
******
Quatre's father smiled widely as his son pulled up in front of the house and he and his friends climbed out of the SUV. “Hello, father.”
“Quatre, you look well.” He extended his hand to Duo. “Same to you.”
“Thanks, you, too. You remember Heero and Trowa.”
He nodded. He'd only seen them a couple of times, but was shocked by the change in Heero. Quatre had told him some of the boy's journey into cleaning up his life. “I'm proud of you, son.”
Heero nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
“And that's Zechs and Wufei.”
He nodded to the blond, it was impossible not to know who he was if a person watched the news, but he was relatively sure that was the last thing he'd want to be reminded of. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
He smiled and turned to the small Asian, “It's been a long time, I believe you were five or six the last time I did business with your father. Quatre tells me the two of you had a falling out.”
He nodded. “Yes sir. We couldn't see eye to eye on some issues.”
He snorted and lead them into the large house. “That's a rather diplomatic way to say he was being an ass.”
“Father,” Quatre said softly.
Wufei chuckled. “I suppose that is a better way to phrase it, but I was trying to be civil.”
He laughed. “I like you already.” He looked to Quatre. “The rooms are prepared if you'd like to drop your things off and get ready. The rest will probably be arriving within the hour.”
Wufei followed the others, gazing around the mansion. He'd grown up in a large house, complete with a maid, cook, and butler, but the Winner estate made his father's look like a shack. Staff scurried about, getting everything ready for the party. They waved and smiled at Quatre as they passed, something no staff in the Chang household would even consider doing.
Quatre lead them up to a hallway with two doors on either side. “That's my room.” He pointed to a door on the right. “The other three are guest rooms. Pick whichever one you like. All have private baths.”
Wufei followed Trowa into a room and smiled softly. “It's beautiful.”
Trowa nodded and set their bags on the floor as Wufei stretched out on his stomach on the bed. He sat on the edge. “Tired?”
“Not really. Just kind of sore.”
“You want something for it?”
“If you don't mind.”
He pulled a bottle of water and some ibuprofen from his bag. Wufei sat up and took several pills. “Thanks.”
“Do you think you should go see the doctor again? I mean, it's been almost two months and you're still sore.”
He shook his head. “Only a little. It's normal with an injury like this. It takes time to heal.”
Trowa laid his hand gently to Wufei's side. “You shouldn't just accept being injured by your dad, Wufei. There's nothing normal about that.”
“I fought back.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Did you? I've watched you do your exercises. I saw you flatten Otto that first day at school. I don't think you fought as hard as you could.”
“He's stronger than I am.”
“I know you believe that, but I don't.”
He pursed his lips. “You didn't grow up with him.”
“Exactly. I don't have the ingrained fear of him like you do.”
He raised his chin. “I'm not afraid of him.”
“You're an intelligent guy, Wufei, don't lie to yourself.”
He stared at Trowa for a long moment before sliding from the bed and pacing the room slightly. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest.
“I didn't mean to make you mad.”
He closed his eyes. “I'm not mad,” he said softly. “You're right. I... I am scared of him. I'm scared of what he'll try next to get me back. I'm scared of what he may do to you. I'm scared that I'm living in a fairy tale that's going to crash around me if I give myself too much time to think about it.”
He looked up and met Trowa's eyes. “I can't lose you. I think it'd kill me. I guess that's weak and pathetic, but it's true. I love you, Trowa, so much it hurts.”
Trowa was off the bed and kissing him before he even realized he'd moved. He folded his arms around the taller man's waist and gripped the back of his shoulders, opening his lips in invitation and sighing softly as his mouth was welcomely invaded. The kisses sent warm tingles fluttering through his stomach.
Trowa pulled back and gazed down into half-lidded obsidian eyes. “Your dad can't come between us unless you let him. There's nothing he can do that will scare me away. This isn't a fairy tale. It's real and you're not going to lose me. Okay?”
He nodded and Trowa smiled, kissing him softly before pulling away. “We need to get ready.”
Wufei moved to his garment bag and pulled out a pair of gray slacks and a white oxford. Trowa rolled his eyes. “It's a party, not a business meeting.” He dug through Wufei's clothes and then his own, handing over a pile into Wufei's arms and pushing him to the bathroom. “Put it all on.”
He set the pile on the closed toilet lid and stripped off his clothes. He lifted the red button up shirt and a red g-string fell to the floor. He lifted it.
“Trowa!”
“Put it ALL on!.”
He sighed and removed his boxers, sliding the flimsy material up his legs. He settled them in place and was surprised by how comfortable they were. He pulled on socks and slid into the gray slacks. He pulled on his red silk shirt and glanced into the mirror. Over all, it wasn't much different from the original outfit he'd chosen.
He left the bathroom and his jaw dropped. Trowa wore black leather pants and boots, but he'd exchanged his normal black or white shirt for an emerald green one that brought out the color of his eyes. It was unbuttoned halfway down to reveal a large expanse of his toned chest. He smirked at Wufei's expression and pulled out a black jacket that he put on the Chinese man along with a red choker that he fastened about his neck. He turned Wufei so he faced the mirror. Wufei was surprised how well the jacket fit and seemed to enhance his figure. He looked to Trowa's reflection.
“Isn't this a bit much?”
“Not for this party. Duo said to dress as if we were going to a really nice club.”
Wufei turned and ran his hands over Trowa's chest. “You look really good. I wasn't aware you owned anything that had color.”
He nodded. “A few things.” H ran his hand down Wufei's backside, enjoying the feel of nothing but skin beneath the slacks.
A knock came to the door. “You guys decent?”
“Come in, Quatre.”
“I wanted to make sure... oh my.” He looked at he couple and smiled. “Okay. I guess Duo did tell you how to dress. You look nice.”
Trowa tipped his head in thanks. “So do you.”
Wufei nodded his agreement. The blond wore a white tailored suit with a pale blue shirt beneath it. A small sapphire stud donned his ear, which surprised Wufei as he hadn't realized the blond had any piercings. He said as much and Quatre shrugged.
“Duo talked me into it last summer.”
“Where is he?”
“Still getting dressed.” He scrunched his nose. “He won't let me see him for some reason.”
“Quatre!”
He leaned out the door at his father's call. “Sir?”
“Iria, Cynthia, and Brandi are here!”
He smiled and looked back to Trowa and Wufei. “Come on, I'll introduce you to some of my sisters.” He lead them downstairs and three blonds pulled him into tight hugs. He pulled away. “This is Trowa and Wufei. Guys, this is Iria, her husband Tom, Cynthia and her fiancée Eric, and Brandi and Denise.”
They shook hands with them. “Are you two together?” Brandi asked.
Wufei flushed slightly. “Are you two together?”
She laughed and threw her arms over the brunette's shoulder. “For eight years.”
“Ah, a few months.”
She smiled. “You make a cute couple.”
“Thank you.”
The door opened and more sisters and significant others filed in. Children were taken by nannies to another wing for their own party. Heero and Zechs joined them as the party was moving into the ballroom. Mr. Winner made a quick welcome and the DJ started playing. A full bar was set to the left side of the room while the right wall was lined with tables holding refreshments.
Iria tugged Quatre's arm. “Is that the kid that's been on the news?”
He nodded. “He has to testify before the grand jury and then it's going to trial unless Treize caves and admits what he did.”
“Poor thing.”
Quatre looked to where Heero and Zechs were swaying on the dance floor. “Yeah, but they've been really good for each other. Heero's been clean for almost two months and he's able to support Zechs emotionally now.”
Iria shook her head slightly as she gazed at the Asian. Detoxing from all the stuff he'd been on without medical attention had been dangerous, to say the least, but she was glad he'd come out the other side safe. “Has he had any flashbacks?”
Quatre shivered slightly as he recalled the one he'd had before they'd left for the chalet. “Yeah. Only one that I've seen, but Zechs said it had been the second one he'd had. I don't know if there have been any more.” He looked to her. “Do all users have flashbacks like that?”
“No. It's a result of LSD use. You did say he used acid?”
“Yeah, but I don't know how much or how often.”
She shook her head. “Sometimes even a person who's only used it once can have flashbacks. The more often they use it, the more likely it becomes they'll have them.”
“Will he always have to worry about it?”
“Impossible to say.” She glanced to the side and her eyes widened slightly. “Oh my.”
“What?” He followed her gaze and his jaw dropped. Duo smirked and quirked an eyebrow as his lover absorbed his appearance. The only typical thing of his outfit were his ever present fingerless gloves. He wore black slacks that hugged in all the right places and hung low on his hips. A form fitting tank top was covered by a deep red shirt that still managed to outline his frame even though it was unbuttoned. A silver cross, which was normally hidden beneath his clothes, draped down his chest. But the biggest change that had all eyes glued to him was the loose ponytail that allowed the chestnut waves to fall freely down his back to mid-thigh.
Iria grinned at her brother as he stared at his boyfriend. Duo moved slowly toward him, stopping a couple of feet in front of him and tilting his head to the side. Long locks slid over his shoulder at the movement and Quatre pulled him to his chest, kissing him soundly.
Duo tangled his hands in soft blond waves as Quatre's tongue caressed and dominated his own. He pulled away a tad breathless and licked his lips.
“Not too much of that or everyone here will know what's hiding in these pants.”
“You look amazing.”
He smiled, not his normal cheeky grin, but a genuine, heartfelt smile. Quatre kissed him again. Zechs chuckled at the couple.
“How come I don't get that kind of response when I wear my hair down?”
Heero rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his lips. “Because I don't have Quatre's restraint.”
“What?”
“If I kissed you like that in a room full of people, there's a good chance they'd be forced to witness something a bit more graphic than they'd like.”
Zechs flushed slightly as a smiled came to his lips. “You've never had a problem dragging me to the nearest bathroom before.”
“True.” He cut his eyes to the bar. “Wonder where Trowa went.”
Zechs followed his gaze to find Wufei sitting alone, drinking something down rather quickly as he talked to the bartender. “He keeps up like that he'll be three sheets to the wind in no time.”
Heero snorted a laugh. “He's funny when he's drunk.”
Zechs raised an eyebrow. All he'd seen of the Chinese man drunk was when he was huddled on the dorm steps claiming he was going to be sick. “Let's just hope he doesn't make himself sick again.”
“He hasn't drank that much since that first time.”
Zechs nodded. “Exactly, which means he still has no tolerance and I bet he doesn't even know what he's drinking.”
“He'll be fine. Now stop worrying about someone else's boyfriend when you're dancing with yours.”
Zechs laughed and tightened his arms around Heero. “Jealous?”
He smirked. “Of course not. You know you can't do without me.”
He rolled his eyes. “Cocky bastard.”
“I told you, I always get what I want.” His smirk softened to a gentle smile. “Even if someone has to beat me over the head to get me to realize what I want.”
“I love you, Heero.”
“I know.”
******
Wufei's brows drew together as he slid from the stool and the room spun slightly. He reached for something to steady himself and hands gripped his arm. He looked up to Mr. Winner's amused face.
“Um... “
“You all right?”
He looked to the empty glass on the bar. “I dunno what's in that,” he slurred.
Mr. Winner pursed his lips and looked over the bar. “Marshall, what have you been making him?”
The man grimaced. “Peach Iced Teas.”
“How many?”
“Three.”
He sighed. “The limit on those is one, especially for light weights.”
“Sorry, Mr. Winner, but he... well, he just looked so adorable.”
He quirked an eyebrow and looked down at the young man who was blinking up at him. He grinned suddenly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “Have you seen Trowa?”
Quatre's father gazed at Wufei helplessly for a moment. “You really are adorable, aren't you?”
He scrunched his nose. “No I'm not. But, you wanna know a secret?”
He laughed. “What's that?”
“Trowa thinks I am... adorable, I mean. I act all mad 'cause it embarrasses me, but it makes me happy, too.” He frowned slightly. “I wish my father was like you.”
Winner shook his head. “Are you happy to be free of him?”
He nodded. “Yeah, 'cause now I can be with Trowa.” He looked to the side, a brilliant smile coming to his lips. “Trowa!”
The musician laughed as Wufei threw his arms around his neck. “How much have you had?”
“Dunno. I was talkin' to Quatre's dad.”
“I see that.” He looked to the man. “Sorry, he can't really hold his liquor.”
“Not a problem, but you might want to get some water into him soon.”
He nodded and looked down to his grinning lover. “It should be illegal for you to drink.”
He pouted. “Why? I feel happy.”
He chuckled. “Because you're too damn cute when you're drunk. That's why.”
“I'm not cute.”
“Yes you are. Would you like to dance?”
“Hm. Okay.” He allowed Trowa to pull him out to the dance floor and swayed with him to the slow song playing. He closed his eyes in contentment and sighed.
“Are you having fun?”
“Yeah.” He looked up to Trowa. “You?”
He nodded, unable to take his eyes off his flushed lover. Wufei had really come out of his shell, openly flirting and genuinely much happier in his own skin. Trowa knew he held something precious in his arms and vowed that as long as Wufei wanted him, he'd never let go.
“I love you, Wufei.”
He tightened his hold on the taller man. “Love you, too.”
Trowa closed his eyes, elated to hear the sentiment again. He kissed him softly and when they pulled away Wufei tilted his had to the side. “How come you never get drunk?”
“I'm feeling pretty good. It takes a lot more for me to get smashed than it does you. I tend to stop well before then.”
“Oh, I should do that.”
Trowa laughed. “Considering how rarely you drink, it's not surprising you don't know your limit.”
“I hope I don't get sick again. That really sucked last time.”
“So I heard.”
Wufei pouted slightly as he looked up into Trowa's amused face. “You're making fun of me.”
“No,” he disagreed. “I'm simply enjoying your company. Is there anything wrong with that?”
Wufei gazed at him silently, his alcohol buzzed mind unable to determine if he was being teased or not. Trowa chuckled and kissed him. “Marie thinks you're cute by the way.”
“Who's Marie?”
“The sister that dragged me off.”
“Oh. What'd she want?”
“She was working on a composition and hit a snag. She asked for my advice.”
“Oh.” He laid his cheek to Trowa's chest and hummed softly. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Choosing me.”
Trowa smiled and tipped up Wufei's chin. “Thank you for giving in.”
He smiled, a soft blush rising to his cheeks. “You didn't really give me much choice.”
“That's not true. Heero didn't give Zechs a choice. I waited for you.”
He raised up on his toes and lightly pressed his lips to Trowa's.
“Wufei's becoming a lot more comfortable, isn't he?”
Duo followed Quatre's gaze and nodded. “Yeah, he is.” He slid his hand down the blond's back as they swayed to the music and tucked his hands in the back pockets of his pants.
“This has been a nice vacation.”
“Yeah, I wish it didn't have to end yet.”
“Me either.”
Duo grinned. “You know, they say if you kiss at midnight on New Years, you'll always be together.”
Quatre smiled and met his lover's eyes. “And what if you're making love?”
He shrugged. “Then you're more likely to get pregnant.”
It surprised a laugh out of the blond and he kissed Duo. “Somehow, I don't think we have to worry about that.”
He nodded. “Good thing, too. I'd be a terrible dad.”
Quatre tried to picture Duo bouncing a baby but the image wouldn't form. “I don't know that you'd be terrible, but I can't see it.”
Duo smirked. “You know what I can see?”
“What?”
He massaged Quatre's backside. “You. Me. Naked and in bed.”
Quatre groaned and glanced at his watch. “There's still two hours till midnight. Think you can hold off for another hour and a half?”
He sighed. “I suppose. I want a drink. Would you like anything?”
He nodded and gripped Duo's hand as they moved to the bar. Duo leaned over it. “Can I get a Jack and Coke? And a wine for the gentleman.”
Quatre snorted softly. Duo glanced to Trowa and Wufei. It was obvious by the flush in his cheeks and the goofy grin on his face that Wufei was drunk, but Trowa wasn't close enough in Duo's opinion. He grinned. “And get a couple shots of that blue stuff.”
Quatre frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Getting Tro' plastered.”
“I've never seen him drunk.”
Duo nodded. “It takes a lot, but these little things,” he held up the tubes, “will get that taken care of.”
He grinned madly and Quatre shook his head as Duo crossed to the pair, hiding one shot as he offered the other to Trowa. He shrugged and threw it back. A moment later, the brunette shoved the other in his face.
“Oh no.”
Zechs opened his eyes and looked to Heero. “What?”
He nodded to the side. “Duo's trying to get Trowa drunk.”
The blond followed his gaze to Trowa who threw back a shot. “Why?”
“Because Duo likes to live dangerously.”
“Huh?”
“Trowa's... almost a different person when drunk. A lot like Wufei, actually.” He smirked. “We may be in for a show tonight.”
“Oh my.”
They kept their eyes on the scene as ten minutes later, Duo produced another shot for the auburn haired man. Within thirty minutes, Zechs was seeing just what Heero had meant.
Trowa's hands gripped Wufei's ass tightly as they danced, grinding together as they kissed hotly in the middle of the dance floor. Wufei tore his lips away, leaning his head back as he gasped for breath. Trowa took the opportunity to kiss down his neck, sending shivers through the Chinese man. Duo grinned with glee as Trowa completely lost all reservations.
Quatre bit his lip and moved to the pair. “Trowa, why don't we take this somewhere more private?”
Lust darkened emerald eyes cut to the blond and he nodded. He pulled Wufei from the room and up to the guest they'd chosen. Barely registering the fact that Duo, Quatre, Heero and Zechs were following. He nibbled at Wufei's ear.
“They want to watch,” he whispered. He didn't care either way, but he'd throw them out in a heartbeat if Wufei was against it.
Obsidian eyes slit open to find four pairs of hungry eyes on them. He bit his lip. He wanted Trowa in a very bad way at that moment, but he wasn't sure he could handle others watching. Quatre tilted his head to the side and smiled softly, winking at him.
“Don't worry about it.” He leaned over and shut the door, effectively cutting off their view.
Trowa stripped Wufei's clothes and by the time they reached the bed, he laid his gloriously nude lover down on the soft mattress. Wufei's body rocked softly against the exploring hands and lips, shuddering on occasion as a particularly sensitive spot was tweaked and teased.
His eyes slid closed as the talented tongue dipped into his navel while strong hands held his hips still. He licked his lips in anticipation when soft kisses trailed down his stomach and then hovered over his manhood. He opened his eyes and met dark emerald before Trowa's tongue flicked out to tease the head of his erection.
He sucked in a breath as the tongue wrapped around him, ball of the ring adding extra stimulation. All too soon, the mouth left him and he whimpered softly. Trowa stripped quickly and climbed back on the bed, kissing Wufei as he ground their erections together. Wufei spread his legs and hooked them around Trowa's, hands clawing at his back as they thrust together.
He pulled his lips from Trowa's, gasping for breath. He licked his lips, shuddering as he heard the cap to lube open and then close.
“Turn to your stomach for me,” Trowa whispered into his ear.
He turned over, resting his forehead on his folded arms and spreading his legs a little. A slick finger teased at his entrance before pushing in slowly. He spread his legs further, moaning softly at the welcome intrusion.
The low moans slipping from Wufei made Trowa harder and he lightly touched himself to relieve the pressure as he added a second finger. Wufei gripped the sheets in tightly clenched fists as Trowa stretched him. He felt a little dizzy, but in a good way. The fingers found and massaged his prostate and he sucked in a shuddering breath.
“Trowa, please. I'm ready.”
The fingers pulled out and his hips were raised. He took slow, deep breaths as Trowa pressed into him in shallow thrusts, each gained inch driving Wufei almost crazy with need. He dropped his forehead to the mattress, rocking back against his lover. He felt Trowa's hips at his ass and he paused.
“Are you all right?”
He moaned softly. “Couldn't be better.”
Trowa laughed softly and leaned down to kiss his shoulder. He raised up and pulled out slowly before rocking back into Wufei, the smaller man thrusting back against him in the same lazy rhythm. The gentle slide against the sensitive nerves inside Wufei's passage was enough for him at the moment so he didn't bother touching himself. He wasn't interested in a rush to the finish. He wanted Trowa inside of him for as long as possible, and it seemed his lover was of the same mind.
Trowa ran one hand over Wufei's back, mesmerized by the flexing muscles beneath the golden skin. Soft grunts and pants left his lover, adding to the sound of their entwined bodies sliding together. He pulled out and turned Wufei to his back, wanting to see his face. He hooked the toned legs over his shoulders and pressed back in.
Half-lidded obsidian eyes gazed up at him, a small lift coming to the corners of his lips. Trowa groaned, it was by far the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He leaned down to capture those full lips in a lingering kiss.
Wufei didn't mind the change in position, even though it meant the thrusts weren't quite as deep as they had been. He simply loved the feel of Trowa inside him, coaxing him higher at a steady pace. The kiss ended and Trowa pressed his forehead to Wufei's, their breaths mingling for a moment before he trailed his lips down his lover's neck.
Wufei wet his lips and tilted his head back, gazing at the ceiling as they continued thrusting together in a slow but steady climb toward climax. Sweat slicked their bodies, causing the cool breeze from the fan to send chills over their heated skin. Wufei shivered and gripped Trowa's shoulders. He pushed him up and slipped his legs from his shoulders. He raised up until he was sitting in his lap and kissed him deeply as he began riding him.
Both gasped as the new position pushed Trowa in deeper and he hit Wufei's prostate. He folded his arms over Trowa's shoulders, moaning on every breath as his sweet spot was hit over and over. The pace quickened, but Wufei still denied his length stimulation. He wasn't ready for it to end yet. Trowa reached for his neglected erection and he stopped him.
“Not yet.”
He looked up into Wufei's flushed face. “Damn, you're beautiful.”
His response was to press his lips to Trowa's, coaxing his tongue into his mouth. Their tongues tangled, lips barely connecting in the sloppy but heated kiss. Trowa was on fire. He'd never had such a passionate lover, but then, he'd never truly loved them before, either; and he was sure that was the difference.
Nothing could compare to the feeling of being surrounded by Wufei. He was desperately close to coming, but, at the same time, he wasn't sure he could. The last shot Duo had given him had pushed him further than he generally liked to go. He was definitely drunker than he had been in years. There was a distinct possibility it would take hours for him to get off, or not at all.
Wufei pushed Trowa to lay back on the bed and slowed his movements, rolling his hips and dragging a deep-throated moan from his taller lover. He bit his lip, dropping his head back as he lifted his hips and dropped back down in slow thrusts.
Trowa stared up at him, watching the pleasure wash over his face. Hands clenched tightly on his thighs while Wufei's weeping erection remained untouched. He wanted to touch it, but after being batted away last time, he decided to wait until Wufei indicated he was ready. He gripped his hips, helping to guide his movements.
Fireworks exploded outside and Trowa spared a glance to the clock. They'd been at it for well over an hour. Wufei bent forward, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Trowa's head and snapped his hips quicker. Trowa clenched his teeth, hissing through them. Wufei's breath hitched in his throat and his legs trembled, hard length twitching.
Heavy moans began falling from the Chinese man on every breath, heightening Trowa's arousal. He reached between them and Wufei dropped his forehead to Trowa's chest as his erection was gripped firmly and tugged at.
“I love you,” he whispered, lapping at Trowa's nipple that was beneath his lips. “Harder.”
Trowa groaned softly at the quiet demand. Wufei was definitely becoming more certain of himself in the bedroom. He raised up again and pushed Wufei to his back, bending his legs and almost pressing them fully to the mattress at Wufei's sides. “Touch yourself for me.”
Trowa grabbed Wufei's hips and began a pounding rhythm while he watched a small hand close over the heavy length. Wufei was almost sobbing as he neared release that seemed so far away. He clenched his free hand in his own hair. Trowa changed angles slightly and Wufei's moans grew louder.
The walls around him spasmed and the first of Wufei's release shot to his stomach. The Chinese man's mouth fell open, almost screaming Trowa's name as he continued milking his erection. The tightening, wet heat clamping around him sent him into an unexpected climax and his rhythm faltered. He opened eyes he didn't remember closing to find Wufei gazing at him with lust-filled eyes as he continued to lightly run his hand over his now soft length.
He rolled his hips, riding out his orgasm and shivered at the moan released from his lover as his insides were coated. He dropped his forehead to Wufei's shoulder and closed his eyes as slender fingers ran through his hair.
“Happy New Year.”
He chuckled softly and kissed the sweat-slicked golden skin beneath his lips. “Happy New Year.”
TBC....
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