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Satisfied	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Heero woke slowly, his mind making several lazy connections. First off, he was nestled between two warm, breathing bodies. Secondly, there was one erection pressed firmly to his backside and another half-hard length laying against his thigh. He cracked his eyes open to see a raven haired head cuddled to his chest. Wufei was his name, his mind supplied.
Duo had an arm wrapped firmly around his waist and one leg through his thighs that curled at the ankle with the man in front of him. He was effectively pinned between the two beautiful men. He pursed his lips. He had to piss and the last thing he wanted to do was move.
Well, shit.
The question was, was it possible to only wake one of them? He thought for a moment and decided it wasn't. He pulled the hand that wasn't dead asleep beneath the pillow through Wufei's hair.
“Hey, I need to get up,” he said softly.
Wufei shifted slightly before pulling his head back and looking up at Heero. He blinked owlishly several times and, although Heero would never admit it out loud, it was damn near the cutest thing he'd ever seen. At least, it was until the other Asian paled and leapt from the bed to run for the bathroom.
Heero grimaced as he heard the poor guy throwing up. The sudden movement woke Duo. “What the hell?”
“Either he freaked or he can't handle his liquor.”
Duo pushed up to his elbow. “I told him to stay away from the rum,” he muttered, running his fingers through his tousled bangs.
Heero sat up and rubbed his arm until it tingled and woke up. He glanced to Duo. “He's your boss?”
He shrugged. “He doesn't sign the check or anything, but he's the lead in the mill.”
“Hm.” He slid from the bed and moved to the bathroom. Wufei was curled beside the toilet, cheek resting on the tub. “You all right?”
Bloodshot obsidian eyes turned up. “I knew better than to drink the rum.”
Heero smirked as the smaller Asian pushed to his feet and moved to the sink to splash water over his face before returning to the bedroom. Heero shut the door and relieved himself. He wasn't sure exactly how he should react with the other two. Was it appropriate to just say 'bye, have a nice life' and kick them out? Did he really want to kick them out? He wouldn't have minded a repeat.
He sighed and washed his hands and face. It was a stupid thought. Better to kick them out and go back to bed. The last thing he needed was to get his hopes up for another shot at the strange relationship his body demanded. Deciding it would be best for all of them if the pair left, he stepped out of the bathroom... And all thought of asking them to leave flew out of his mind.
Wufei was stretched on his stomach, moaning into his folded arms as Duo massaged his head and neck while straddling his hips. Heero watched the firm muscles of Duo's sculpted body tense and ease as he worked the pain from his friend. A smirk came to the braided man's lips and he rocked his hips against Wufei's ass. The Chinese man groaned.
“You're insatiable.”
Duo leaned down, continuing to pump his erection along the crevice between Wufei's cheeks, and nipped at his shoulder. “And you love it.”
“Hm.” He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder, eyes falling on Heero. He was much more alert and it seemed some of the pain had eased. He raked his eyes down Heero's nude form. “Care to join us?”
Duo followed his gaze and nodded. “It wouldn't be fair of us to cum in your bed without you.”
Heero crossed to them and put his hand to Duo's hip, trailing his fingers up the smooth skin of his behind and up his side. “Is this a normal routine for the two of you?”
“What?”
He crawled onto the bed, dragging his short nails down Duo's spine. “Picking up strangers in clubs.”
Duo arched his back into the touch. “Nope. First for me.”
Wufei shivered as Duo's arching pressed his arousal more firmly to his ass and, subsequently, pressing his own length almost painfully into the mattress. Heero pulled Duo away from Wufei, dragging protesting moans from both of them. He nudged Wufei's shoulder. “Turn over.”
He instantly did so and stared up at Heero, waiting for the next direction. He held out his hand and twirled his finger. With a soft frown, Wufei turned until his feet were by the pillows and his head toward the foot. Heero raised to his hands and knees and crawled up Wufei's body. Duo groaned at the new position and the tight ass swaying seductively in front of him as Heero glanced over his shoulder with an expression that clearly said what he wanted.
The braided man leaned over the bed to grab the lube from the floor as the two Asians began teasing each others' erection. He watched for a moment, teasing at Heero's opening as Wufei ran his tongue in circles over the tip of Heero's erection. He suckled the head before pulling more of it into his mouth.
It didn't take much to loosen Heero and Duo slowly pressed in, gripping Heero's hips tightly so he couldn't move. Heero groaned around the length in his mouth as Duo rocked into him, hitting his prostate almost on every slow stroke. He pulled his mouth from Wufei's erection and swiped his fingers through the pre-cum before taking it back into his mouth and moving his fingers to massage the puckered entrance.
Wufei hummed around him in appreciation and was rewarding with vibrations of his own as Heero moaned around him. The phone rang and Heero raised up, replacing his mouth with his hand on Wufei's erection, continuing to pump as he pulled the receiver to his ear.
“Yuy.”
“Sir, I hate to disturb you, but we have a problem.”
He shuddered as either Wufei or Duo teased at his balls. The triple sensation of filling, being filled, and fondled was almost his undoing. He took a breath. “What is it?”
He hooked the phone between his shoulder and ear and lightly licked the tip of Wufei's erection as the man on the phone continued to speak. “Well, it seems Marcia ordered the wrong menu for the banquet tomorrow and now the customer wants a refund. He is on his way here.”
He sighed, hoping the man didn't notice the quiver in it. “All right. I'll be down in half an hour.” He hung up and turned his full focus to the erection in front of him. There were many things he enjoyed in life, and bringing a man off with his mouth was one of them. He ran the flat of his tongue from base to tip before relaxing his throat and swallowing Wufei whole.
Wufei's back arched slightly and he moaned heavily around the length he was paying homage to. Determined to give as good as he got, he began humming softly and was rewarded with another shudder and the length inside his mouth hardened further.
Duo was sure that as long as he lived, this would definitely go down as the most erotic and amazing weekend of his life. The noises of the two men beneath him were intoxicating and the tight heat around him almost excruciatingly and unbearably perfect. Heero was, to say the least, very, very good.
Heero neared the point of orgasm and inserted a finger into Wufei's entrance, probing deeply and massaging the bundle of nerves that sent the Chinese man over the edge. Heero followed quickly, both moaning men sucking the other dry as Duo continued to pound his ass. His flexing muscles soon coaxed the brunette over the edge and he felt warmth pour into him as Duo climaxed.
He pressed his forehead to Wufei's thigh as he tried to calm his breathing and waited for Duo to pull out, running his fingers in gentle circles over the smooth skin. Duo slipped out of Heero and dropped to his back with an explosive breath.
“Shit, Heero. I think it'd kill a man to be with you too often.”
Wufei snorted as Heero rolled off of him. “Sure, but what a way to go.”
Heero grunted and sat up. “I've got to get to work.”
“What do you do?” Duo asked.
He smirked. “I own the hotel.”
Duo's mouth dropped. “Wait, so you live here?”
He nodded as he moved to the dresser to pull out underwear and socks. He glanced to them over his shoulder. “And, as far as I know, none of my lovers have died from overexposure.”
Wufei pushed up to his elbows. “You seem awfully used to threesomes.” He raised an eyebrow with the implied question.
Heero raked a hand back through his hair as he headed for the shower. “I was in a three-way relationship for six years.”
“Those things actually work?”
He glanced over his shoulder, and they detected a faint hint of hurt before he covered it. “As long as everyone in it is honest.” He shrugged. “It's the same with any relationship. Honesty is the key.” He shut the door behind himself and Wufei and Duo looked to each other.
“Six years. Wonder how old he is. He doesn't look much older than maybe mid-twenties.”
Wufei shrugged and flopped back down, staring at the ceiling. He was sure he could quite contentedly remain in bed for the rest of the day. Possibly the weekend. “I'm not really good at guessing ages.”
Duo smirked at the sated look on the Chinese man's face. “I don't think I've ever seen you that relaxed.”
“Hm.” He glanced to Duo. “Think we can keep him?”
Duo chortled. “I don't know that he's for sale.” He looked down at the mess on his and Wufei's bodies. “I really hope he'll let us use the shower before he kicks us out.”
Wufei nodded in agreement but still didn't seem of the mind to move anytime soon. Five minutes later, Heero stepped out of the bathroom, only boxers adorning his midsection and wet hair dripping droplets down his neck, shoulders and chest. He pulled a pair of dress pants from the closet and slipped into them. He slid into a white oxford shirt and looked to the bed.
“You two are a sight.”
Duo smirked. “One you'd like to see more of?”
A chocolate brow raised and he trailed his eyes over their naked forms. “It shouldn't take me too long. Feel free to use the shower and order some room service. Whatever you want.”
Wufei pushed up to his elbows again. “Will you be eating with us?”
He thought for a moment. “Depends on how long it takes to appease the guest.” He shrugged. “Go ahead and order enough for me. I can reheat it if I need to.” He crossed to the bed and dropped a quick kiss to Wufei's and then Duo's forehead before leaving the suite.
Duo looked to Wufei, licking his lips. “Maybe we can keep him.”
Wufei smirked and jumped from the bed. “I get first dibs on the shower.”
Duo jumped up. “Can't we take one together?”
“Nope. You order food. Now!”
He pouted as the door slammed but sprawled out on the bed, grabbing the room service menu from the bedside table. He perused it carefully and then grabbed the phone and dialed '1'. He thought he heard a strange sound in the woman's voice as she answered the call and took his order, but shrugged it off as just ordering the food made him salivate and his stomach grumble.
That done, he wandered around the suite. It was tastefully decorated, of course, but it had the same feel as a hotel room, not a home. It was also a far cry above what he and Wufei were used to. He'd been an orphan for as long as he could remember and had grown up in an orphanage. Wufei's family wasn't poor, but they weren't rich, either. And once his father found out he was gay, he'd kicked him out.
Duo did have a loaded friend, but Quatre couldn't have cared less about money. He spent a good deal of it, but he also tended to drop more on things for his friends and lover than he did on himself. Duo grinned suddenly and ran for his cell.. A moment later, a mumbled alto voice picked up.
“Someone better be dead.”
“No, but it came very close.”
“What?”
He laughed. “Just kidding, Quat. You won't believe where we are right now.”
“Who's we?” he asked, sounding a little more awake.
“Me and 'Fei.”
The blond sighed. “You didn't finally land in jail, did you?”
He laughed again. “No. We are presently in the penthouse suite of the Marriott Resort.”
He heard the startled intake of air. “Don't tell me you landed Heero Yuy!”
Duo's eyes flew wide. “You know him?”
“My father knows his. He's a genius, graduated from college at seventeen. He was adopted by a tycoon who quickly set him up for a very promising future. He took over running the resort a couple of years ago.”
Duo licked his lips. “How old is he?”
“I think... twenty-three, twenty-four. Somewhere around that. How the hell did you manage it? He's supposed to be impossible to hook up with.”
Duo sat on the edge of the bed. “Well, he was in a relationship for six years.”
“Hm... News to me. I take it he's out of it now.”
“Yeah.”
The blond was silent for a long moment. “Wait a minute. Who hooked up with him? You or Wufei?”
The bathroom door opened. “I gotta go, Quat. I'll call you later with the details.”
Wufei rolled his eyes. “Do you seriously have to tell Quatre everything?”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, I seriously do.” He jumped up and swiped clothes from the floor before going into the bathroom.
Wufei finished drying off and sat on the chair by the desk, running his fingers through his hair to release any knots. He glanced to the rumpled bed and felt heat rise in his cheeks before dropping his face to his hands. Now that the passion and alcohol had faded, reality set in, and he was mortified.
“I can't believe this.”
The doorbell chimed and Wufei searched for something to throw on. He found his pants in the living room floor and slid into them quickly, hopping on one foot as he moved toward the door. “Coming.”
He opened the door and a woman flashed him a smile as she rolled in a cart piled high with covered plates. He gaped. “Did Duo order the whole menu? Ugh, Heero's going to kill us.”
She laughed softly. “Mr. Yuy added some to the order. He said to inform you he'll be up shortly.”
Wufei eyed the woman. Surely she had to have some idea of what had gone on, yet she seemed so... calm, maybe even amused by it all. She laughed again as she read his expression.
“He's a fine young man and a very good boss. Lately he's been positively miserable. But then he comes down this morning and, if he'd been the type, I'm pretty sure he would've been whistling.”
“Hm.” His brows drew together. “Okay.”
She patted his arm. “It's all right, dear heart. I'm not one to judge. Just don't do anything to hurt him. After what Eric and Matt did,” she shook her head, “well, I'm just happy that he's found some people to... get along with.”
She turned and left before Wufei could ask anything else. Matt and Eric? They must have been the people he'd mentioned earlier. Wufei looked down to the cart, wondering if everyone in the hotel knew of their boss's interesting choices in lovers.
He stood by the cart, not sure what to do with himself. If Duo took his normal shower it'd be a good thirty or forty minutes before he was out. He lifted the lid off one of the plates and plucked a piece of honeydew melon from the fine china before moving to the coffee. He fixed himself a cup and sat on the love seat, nerves returning.
The awkward morning after. He was going to die of embarrassment, there was no way around that. He was never drinking again. Duo always managed to get him into doing things he wouldn't normally do. He chose to ignore the fact that it had been his own idea to get acquainted with the beauty at the end of the bar.
The door opened and he turned wide eyes up to Heero. The hotel owner gazed at him a moment and smiled softly. “Ah, I take it you're a different person outside of the bedroom.”
Wufei's face flushed. “I'm not really as... needy as it may have seemed.”
Heero moved to the cart and prepared his own cup of coffee. “All people are made up of different facets, Wufei. Different needs in different areas. Just because you enjoy getting nailed into the bed doesn't mean you're a pushover the rest of the time. I imagine you're quite the commanding boss where you work.”
He snorted. “Not exactly. They just listen to me 'cause I know a hell of a lot more about the job than half the other people there.”
Heero sat in the chair and sipped his coffee. “What's it like? Actually getting your hands dirty for a living, I mean.”
He shrugged. “I've never done anything else. I started work at the mill fresh out of high school. I enjoy it, though.”
“How long have you been there?”
“Four years.”
Heero nodded. That would make the Chinese man twenty-two or so. “And Duo?”
“He started last year.”
“Hm.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. He found it somewhat a waste for two beautiful men such as these two to be hidden off in a sawmill. Surely both of them could have been models or something equally glamorous. Of course, it wasn't any of his business what they did for a living.
He and Wufei looked over as Duo stepped out of the bedroom. Heero's heart jumped, as well as another area, as he saw the fall of water darkened chestnut waves cascading over his shoulders to reach almost to his knees. A small towel was wrapped about his waist while the rest of his lean, muscular body was left bare. It took Heero a moment to realize the man was talking to him.
“I'm sorry. What was that?”
Duo grinned. “I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me using your brush. It's hell to get the knots out if I wait.”
“Oh. That's fine.”
“Thanks.” With a parting wink, he returned to the bathroom.
Heero drained his coffee and began filling a plate, telling himself to remain seated and eat. He would not jump the man. No matter how much his nether regions said it was a good idea.
TBC....
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