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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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Wufei's face flushed as a chest pressed to his back and gentle hands lay over his own. He was completely driven to distraction by the sultry voice whispering directions in his ear.
“You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?”
“Of course he is,” Duo chortled.
He more felt than heard the rumble of Trowa's laughter through his back. “Okay, now what?”
“Now pull back and gently but firmly thrust forward.”
Wufei groaned when Trowa punctuated the 'thrust' by doing so with his hips to the shorter man's ass. He drove the pool stick forward and completely missed the cue ball. The others howled, including Trowa. He elbowed him in the stomach.
“How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when you keep doing stuff like that?”
“Sorry, I can't help it.” He stepped back and Wufei instantly missed the warmth to his back.
He leaned back over the pool table and made his shot. A large grin stole his face as a striped ball fell into a pocket. He looked to Trowa and his lover gave him a small smile in return.
“Good job. It's your turn again.”
He nodded and looked back to the table. “Which one should I go for?”
Duo shook his head. “They're so damn sweet I swear one day they'll give me cavities.”
Quatre rolled his eyes. “All right, Mr. I-take-pictures-of-my-sleeping-lover.”
Duo flushed slightly and took a long pull from his beer. Zechs laughed, looking to the other blond. “It's fun, isn't it?”
“What's that?”
“Taming lions to kittens. I swear these three are the biggest romantics I've ever met.”
“We're not that bad,” Heero said with a snort, sipping his orange juice, having foregone his usual water for the evening.
Zechs quirked an eyebrow. “I seem to recall an interesting photo shoot. What did you do with the pictures anyway?”
He smirked. “Beat me in the next game and I might just show you.”
“You're on.”
Heero finished his orange juice and asked for a refill as he and Zechs returned to their table. He lined up the balls and hooked the rack under the table. Zechs stood behind Heero and, when the Japanese man leaned over to break, he ran the handle end of the pool stick up the inside of Heero's thigh.
He hit the ball, but it completely missed the others, bouncing off the walls and just barely missed sinking into a pocket. The others laughed as he stepped aside and glared at Zechs.
The blond shrugged. “What? You're a much better pool player than I am.” He leaned over and took his shot, managing to bust the group and sinking two solids. Heero moved to their booth and downed half of his orange juice. Zechs sank another ball before missing and stepping back.
Heero took another drink before going back to the table. Zechs frowned as he watched Heero move around the pool table. There was something that seemed a little... off with his lover. Heero managed to drop two stripes in as many passes. He leaned over to take his third shot and shook his head, brows drawing together. He raised up and rubbed his eyes.
“Heero? Are you all right?”
He nodded. “Yeah.” He missed the third shot and Zechs took his turn while Heero sat back at their booth, draining his orange juice. Their server brought another and he idly sipped at it while Zechs damn near cleared the table. He missed the eight ball and Heero stood... and then promptly sat back down again.
Duo sat up in alarm. “What's wrong?”
He frowned and rubbed the tip of his nose. “My hea'... head feels funny.” He overly enunciated each word.
Duo waved their server down. “What have you been giving him?”
“Vodka and orange juice.”
Blue eyes widened impossibly. “But I dun' drink.”
All in the near vicinity stared at the accidentally drunken man. They'd seen him look sexy, angry, sultry, stubborn, blank-faced, and a multitude of other expressions, but never before had Heero Yuy looked so damn CUTE.
With all the strength he could muster, Duo tore his eyes from his best friend and looked to the server. “He asked for orange juice, why'd you give him a screwdriver?”
She flailed a moment. “Because no one ever asks for plain orange juice. I... I just assumed he.. he meant... I am so sorry. I'll get him some water.”
Heero swayed slightly in the seat as he watched her go and then looked to Zechs. “I'm drunk?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” He looked to Duo's worried face. “Wha's wrong?”
“You didn't want to drink, remember?”
He nodded solemnly. “Yeah.” He looked to Zechs. “Don' let it happen again.” He nodded firmly for good measure.
The blond pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh. “Yes, sir.”
Heero lit a cigarette after three tries. “The world is kinda spinnin'... in an okay way.”
Duo bit his lip. “Heero-”
“He won't do it again,” Zechs said. “Just let him enjoy it for now. I know we don't do it often, but all of us have drunken ourselves far past this point and didn't care.”
“But none of us are addicts.”
“I understand that, but we'll make sure he doesn't fall off the wagon, okay?”
Duo nodded as Heero looked to Zechs. “I gotta potty,” he announced, drawing snickers and laughter from all those around.
Zechs chuckled. It seemed a drunk Heero rivaled a drunk Wufei in the cuteness factor. He slid out of the booth. Heero stood and immediately fell into the blond. He gripped Zechs' shoulders to steady himself, laughing at his clumsiness.
“This is going to be an interesting night,” Zechs surmised as he helped his boyfriend to the bathroom.
Trowa and Wufei finished their game and sat in the booth. “Has Heero ever drank before?” Wufei asked as he sipped his WooWoo.
Duo shook his head. “Nope, which is why it only took four to get him smashed.”
Trowa glanced to the TV in the corner and his eyes widened. He crossed to it and turned up the volume. “It is a terrible tragedy.” The screen flashed to show a young man tumbling across to floor in the last national championships, in which he'd won the gold. Then turned to the scene of a horrible crash.
“It is believed the truck driver had a heart attack before crossing the median and slamming into Haney's vehicle. He was rushed to Methodist Hospital where he later died. Marcus Haney was twenty-two years old. The funeral will be held on Wednesday at East Gate Funeral Home.”
Trowa turned the volume down and returned to the booth, Wufei giving him a questioning look. “We had the same trainer. He took my place going to Nationals the year I was hurt.”
Wufei squeezed his thigh. “Were you close?”
“Not really. Not as close as I was to some of the others.”
“Do you want to go to the funeral?”
He sipped his beer. “I'll think about it.”
Heero and Zechs came back to the booth, the former grinning and both a little flushed. “What'd we miss?”
Duo shook his head. “I thought you needed to pee, not accost your boyfriend.”
“Did both.”
Wufei rolled his eyes. “Nymphos.” He finished off his drink. “Another game?”
“Sure, but you break this time.”
Trowa set up the balls and stood back as Wufei lined up the shot. Balls rolled all over, but none fell into the pockets. Trowa leaned over the table and manage to sink two solids in one hit. He moved around and aimed to shoot. Fingers pinched his ass as he pushed the stick forward. He missed his intended ball and accidentally sent a striped down a pocket.
“Why thank you.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You totally messed up my shot.”
He smiled sweetly and patted Trowa's cheek. “Payback's a bitch.”
Duo grinned as an 'If you wanna play, I'm game' smirk came to Trowa's lips. “This should be good.”
Wufei walked around the table to decide his shot and when he bent over, a hand gripped his ass and squeezed. He grit his teeth and focused on the shot as Trowa fondled him.
The other four watched as the pair seduced each other in an attempt to distract the other. Quatre pulled Duo close, feeling a little hot under the collar due to the display of the pair at the pool table. A quick glance to Heero and Zechs proved them to be just as affected.
One striped ball and the eight ball remained on the table and Wufei was having a seriously difficult time focusing. All the teasing had raised his pulse and made his pants a little tighter than they had been when they arrived. To make it worse, in order to make the last shot, he had to practically lay on the table.
Trowa pressed his hips to Wufei's behind and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “That's a hard,” he thrust his hips, “shot.”
Wufei groaned heavily and put his hands to the table, trying to regain control. Lips descended on his neck and he shivered. “Trowa...we're... in a public place.”
“Hm.” He raised up and glanced to the others. “We're leaving.” He pulled Wufei from the pool hall, shoving the keys to the SUV to Duo. He pushed his lover to the backseat and pressed their lips together hotly.
Wufei moaned softly, sliding his hands underneath Trowa's shirt to run over the smooth expanse of his back. He shifted as Trowa directed and straddled his thighs, rocking their growing need together. Fire shot up his spine and butterflies tingled his stomach.
Duo's eyes flicked to the rear view periodically, cursing Trowa's choice to have him drive. The other three were watching unabashedly. He heard a heady moan and looked in the mirror again. Wufei's head was tossed back, lips parted in gasping breaths as Trowa suckled at his neck.
Duo pulled into the parking lot of Quatre's apartment and turned in his seat. He watched for a moment as Wufei rolled his body over his lover's, hands tangling in cinnamon colored hair and kiss-swollen lips releasing soft gasps.
“We're here,” he announced.
Heero and Zechs slid out and, a moment later, Wufei and Trowa stumbled out. The taller man pulled Wufei to his chest, lifting the smaller man and directing his thighs around his waist as he continued to nuzzle the already kiss-bruised neck. When they reached the elevator, he allowed Wufei to drop his legs to the floor as he pressed him to the wall, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.
Wufei raised up on his toes, trying to get closer contact. Trowa grabbed his thighs and once again lifted him off the ground. He tightened his arms over Trowa's shoulders as he wrapped his legs around the trim waist. He pulled his lips from Trowa's, gasping for breath. Trowa was grinding against him and kneading his behind. He dropped his head back to the wall, half-lidded eyes fluttering as their clothed arousals slid together.
In the back of his mind, he was aware of four pair of eyes on them, but he was too turned on to care. He buried his face in Trowa's shoulder as he was carried into the apartment and laid on the bed.
Quatre sat on the love seat in the room and pulled Duo to his lap, both their eyes trained on the bed where Trowa was stripping Wufei. The sounds falling from the Chinese man's lips were erotic enough, in Quatre's opinion, to turn on a straight man.
Heero and Zechs had taken up residency on the floor next to the love seat. The blond sat with his back to the love seat and the Asian straddling his lap. He raked his hands through blond locks, gaze locked on the lean, muscled chest that was revealed when Wufei's shirt was fully removed.
Trowa lapped at his nipples, resulting in a whimper that pulled groans from all others in the room. “Please, Trowa... stop teasing.”
He kissed down Wufei's stomach while his hands unzipped his slacks. He raised up and slid his underwear and pants off, tossing them to the floor. All eyes feasted on the beautiful sight.
Wufei stared up at Trowa through half-lidded onyx eyes. One hand laid delicately beside his head on the pillow while the other stretched out to the side. His legs were parted and his hard erection stood out above his lower abdomen.
“Damn,” Duo whispered. “Guess martial arts does a body good.”
Wufei glanced to them and blushed fiercely. He looked back to Trowa, suddenly uncertain and nervous. His lover leaned down to kiss him softly.
“It's all right.” He wrapped his fingers around Wufei's length to distract him as he looked to Quatre. 'We need lube,' he mouthed.
The blond nodded and Duo hopped up, extracting a tube from the nightstand drawer and handing it to Trowa before returning to his seat in his lover's lap.
Trowa shimmied out of his tight jeans, displaying his ass for those watching. He kissed his lover and slid a slick finger into Wufei. The Chinese man broke the kiss to gasp wantonly for air. He watched Wufei's face carefully for any signs of discomfort and quickly added a second finger when he found none.
Quatre slid his hand into Duo's pants, clamping his lover in a vice grip as Wufei was stretched. He was rewarded with a gasp of appreciation and a thrust against his own trapped need. He kept his strokes slow as there was a rule between them: the couple being watched had to cum first. He was finding that difficult as Wufei proved himself, unintentionally, to be sex on legs.
Trowa pulled his fingers out and wrapped Wufei's legs around his waist as he pushed in slowly. Onyx velvet met and held emerald as he was filled to the hilt. Trowa leaned down to kiss him, giving him time to adjust before beginning a slow rhythm.
Wufei, however, wasn't in the mood for slow. He pushed Trowa to his back and rode him, hands pressed to his lover's stomach to steady himself. The new position sent Trowa's length deeper inside of him and he gasped uncontrollably as the hard erection hit his prostate on almost every downward thrust.
Trowa watched the beautiful creature above him, marveling at the knowledge that Wufei was his. He gripped the Asian's hard erection and Wufei's rhythm faltered at the added stimulation. Trowa used his free hand to help guide his lover as the Chinese man rode him.
Heero fumbled with his and Zechs' pants, finally getting their erections free and gripping both together in his hand. The blond hissed through his teeth and fought the pull to let his eyes slide shut. They were both incredibly close to climax but wanted to hold off until the couple on the bed finished.
Duo and Quatre weren't fairing much better. The braided man had a white-knuckled grip on the chair as he rocked against Quatre's clothed erection, the blond's hand stroking his length
Wufei's back arched and he cried out Trowa's name as he came. Trowa grunted his own release and pulled Wufei down for a kiss as they rode out their orgasms. The Asian sagged to his his chest, spent and sated. Both turned their eyes to the other four, watching as they found their own climaxes. Wufei pulled off of Trowa and snuggled to his side, allowing sleep to claim him.
******
Wufei pulled into the parking lot and glanced to Trowa. “Are you all right?”
He nodded and got out of the car. Wufei followed him into the funeral home. Trowa stepped into the large room that was filled with the people who had made up his old life. One that was far removed from the one he presently led.
“Holy shit! Is that you, Trowa?”
He turned and came face to face with his old team, and some new members he didn't recognize. “Yeah, it's been a while. Wufei, this is Jeff, Matt, Carson, Hank, and Mike.”
Wufei glanced to him. “The Mike?” he whispered.
“Uh... yeah.”
Mike smiled as he gazed appreciatively at Wufei. “And who is this?”
“My lover,” Trowa said easily, bringing a faint blush to Wufei's cheeks.
Mike smiled. “Cute.” He looked to Trowa. “You look a hell of a lot better than the last time we saw you.” The others added their agreement to the statement.
“It took almost a year and a half before I was walking without pain, but that's nothing considering they didn't think I'd ever walk again.”
Mike nodded. “What are you doing now?”
“Junior in college, majoring in classical music.”
“That's right, I forgot you played.”
They looked over as loud sobbing met their ears and Trowa's brows drew together as he saw Marcus' mother. “I'll be right back.” He crossed to the woman and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Have y'all been together long?”
“About five months,” Wufei answered absently as he watched Trowa speak with Marcus' mother.
“He's changed a lot,” Jeff said quietly.
Wufei looked to him. “What do you mean?”
“The Trowa I knew would never get a tongue ring. Your influence?”
He snorted. “Hardly. He's the one that turned my world upside down. It was the influence of two of his friends. They sort of adopted him when he didn't know where else to turn. Duo's got more piercings than I even want to think about.”
Mike looked to Trowa. “How is he?”
Wufei smiled at the concern in the slightly older man's face. “He's good. He's... well, I don't know if anyone could really get over something like that, but he's moved past it. He even showed me a little of what he used to be able to do.”
Carson shook his head. “It was a damn shame. He was Olympic bound.”
“Was he really that good?”
They all nodded emphatically before Mark spoke up. “I've got some old videos of him if you'd like to see them. He was good at just about everything, but the floor and high beams were his staples.”
“And the vault,” Hank added in. “I never could figure out how he got the height he did.”
“It's all in the take off,” Trowa said in a subdued voice as he returned.
“Why didn't you tell me you were that good?”
He shrugged. “It's a closed chapter in my life. They're about to start.”
Wufei squeezed his lover's hand as they sat through the funeral. He could tell it was hard on Trowa, not only to lose a friend, but also to be reminded of a dream that had been so painfully ripped from him. He caught Trowa subtly rubbing his eyes several times.
When the funeral ended, the gymnasts caught Trowa and Wufei before they could leave. “We're going to my house. Would you like to come?”
Trowa shook his head. “I don't want to impose.”
Mike pursed his lips. “You're one of us. Come on, I promised to show your boyfriend some old videos of you.”
Trowa stifled the pained look that tried to rise and reluctantly agreed. Thirty minutes later, Mike was pushing Trowa and Wufei to the love seat in his living room and popping a DVD into the player.
Mike's voice came from the TV as the screen showed the inside of a gym. A much younger Trowa stood at the end of a long run leading up to the vault.
“Here is Olympic hopeful, Trowa Barton,” Mike was saying in an announcer type voice, “preparing to make his debut at Nationals this fall. Trowa, can you tell us your strategy to win the gold?”
He shrugged. “Don't fall on my ass.”
Mike snorted a laugh as Trowa focused on the vault. He took several breaths before taking off. Wufei's jaw dropped as he watched his lover flip, hit the vault, and launch into a series of twists and turns before landing perfectly.
“That's the way to do it!” Mike's voice called from behind the camera.
Jeff snatched the remote from Mike. “The best was the floor.” He skipped forward.
Wufei held his breath as the teen-aged Trowa soared impossibly high in a series of flips that made him dizzy just watching. “Damn, you were amazing. I didn't-” He looked to his lover and words died in his throat at the look on Trowa's face. Emerald eyes were staring at the screen, tears standing in them. His lips were pursed to a thin line.
Trowa pushed from the love seat and left the room. Wufei stood. “I guess he isn't as past it as I thought.”
Mike grimaced. “Sorry, man.”
He shook his head. “It was nice to meet all of you.”
“You, too.”
He went out to the car and got in the driver's seat. “If you didn't want to come, why didn't you say so?”
“You wanted to see the videos.”
Wufei started the car and headed toward the school. “I can't imagine what you must have gone through,” he said quietly.
He rubbed his eyes before looking out the window. “I lost it for a while after I finally got out of the hospital. I started going to parties I never would have gone to before. I stayed smashed. I don't really remember the party I was at the night I met Heero and Duo.”
He was quiet for a long moment. “Gymnastics was like freedom for me. My favorite was the high beam. It felt like flying.”
“I'm sorry.”
He took a breath. “I shouldn't have run out of there like that.”
“They understood.”
Trowa looked to Wufei. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Being here.”
He smiled softly. “I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.”
As they stopped at a red light, Trowa leaned over and kissed him quickly. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
******
“Webster, what rock did you crawl out from under?”
“Ha ha,” he deadpanned as he sat. “Rich, I was hired to follow this kid around to get proof that he was unstable and needed to be forced back home.”
“Okay. And?”
“You know him. His name is Wufei Chang.”
Rich's eyes narrowed, recalling Duo's statement that Chang's father was abusive. “Have you tailed him?”
He nodded. “For a month and that kid's just about as stable as you can get. They're a bit... amorous, but that's to be expected in the young.”
Rich shrugged. “Then tell his father you didn't find anything out of the ordinary.”
“It isn't that simple. The man is used to getting what he wants and he won't stop until he gets it. I did some research, he landed that kid in the hospital late last year with broken ribs. And that's not the first time, either. You need to get a restraining order against him.”
Rich ground his teeth. He hated hearing about abused children, whether it be rape or domestic violence. He pushed from his desk. “I'll get on it.”
He headed for the college, finding Zechs and Heero sitting on the wall. “Hey guys.”
Heero puffed on his cigarette. “Rich.”
“How are you?”
He shrugged. “Doing good. Was there something you need or were you just checking up?”
He shook his head. “Is Wufei around?”
Both frowned slightly before Zechs answered. “He and Trowa went to a funeral.” He looked at his watch. “They should be back soon. Is something wrong?”
“Hopefully not.” He looked over as Wufei's car drove up and parked. He and Trowa made their way to the wall.
“Wufei, can I speak with you?”
“Me? Why?”
“Has your father contacted you?”
His face darkened. “We haven't spoken since he took my car. Why?”
“He's had PI trailing you for a month to get evidence that you were unfit to make your own decisions.”
Obsidian eyes widened and he paled, leaning into Trowa. “He's going to force me to go back.”
Trowa folded his arms around him tightly. “No, he won't.”
“The investigator's a friend of mine so he came to tell me what was going on. Wufei, you need to get a restraining order.”
He shook his head. “You don't understand,” he whispered. “He owns this town. No judge will grant me a restraining order.” He turned and buried his face in Trowa's chest, shaking. “I can't go back there, Trowa.”
“I won't let him get you, Wufei,” Rich promised. “Trust me, he doesn't own everyone.” He thought for a moment as he stared at the couple. He met Trowa's eyes. “I think we should keep a patrol near him at all times until the order is in place.”
Wufei started to protest but Trowa cut him off. “That would be wise. Their last meeting didn't go over so well.”
Rich nodded. “So I heard.” He smiled sadly to the Chinese man. “I won't let you be hurt by him again if I have any say.”
Wufei closed his eyes. “That's just it,” he began through a tight throat, “you don't.”
“Justice Wallace is my uncle. There's no way he'd take money from someone to 'see things their way'.”
Wufei frowned. “Wallace? I've never heard of him.”
“He's relatively new. Appointed last year.”
“Damn it. I should have tried to press charges.”
Rich tilted his head to the side. “Why did he attack you?”
“He was always afraid I was gay. Once he had proof... he tried to force me to go back to that hell hole.”
Rich sighed. “And you refused, as you should have.”
Wufei looked to him. “I didn't ask for this,” he said in a strangled whisper. “I didn't know where my preferences would take me. I don't want to be gay... But I am. I can't change that, no matter how much my father wishes it otherwise. I love Trowa. I love us together.” His brows drew down. “Tell me what to do so I don't lose the only happiness I've ever known.”
Rich's heart broke for him. “Get the restraining order and I'll do my damnedest to make sure you're kept safe.”
“Kept safe,” he repeated softly before snorting. “Makes me sound like a weak woman.”
“You're not weak,” Trowa said. “You're one of the strongest guys I've ever met.”
TBC....
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