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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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Before Duo could put the key in the knob, the door was pulled open and he was jerked inside his apartment with a startled yelp. He righted himself and stared down into bright blue eyes, rimmed with dark brown liner and shimmering cinnamon shadow. Glossed lips were set in a pout as the petite blond folded his arms over his chest.
“Spill.”
Duo shook his head with an amused smile. “Can I get something to drink first?”
Quatre followed him to the kitchen. “You can not just call me, say you're in the penthouse suite of a fancy hotel and then hang up like that!”
He poured a glass of tea and turned to face the blond. “We met him at the club.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I figured that because Trowa said you'd asked about him. But the next thing he knew you and Wufei had left. How did you manage to leave without him seeing you? Why didn't you tell him you were going?”
He held up his hand. “One question at a time, Quat. The club was really busy last night. Besides, we were kinda in a hurry.” He took a long drink of his tea. “It isn't my fault Trowa wasn't looking at the right time. Or trust me,” he raised his brow suggestively, “he woulda known exactly what was going on.”
Quatre tapped his foot. “Stop being evasive and tell me what happened. Who hooked up with Heero? You or Wufei.”
He nodded with a grin. “Yes.”
He opened his mouth and paused, brows drawing together before his eyes widened. “Oh my.” He covered his mouth. “Oh my.” He sat at the table and stared up at Duo. “You and Wufei had a three-way with Heero Yuy?”
He sat across from his friend. “Yes.”
Mental images filled the blond's head and he fanned himself. “Who was in the middle?”
“Heero.”
“Hm.”
Duo threw a napkin at him. “Stop picturing us.”
He giggled. “I can't help it. Hm... That's some fodder for later.”
Duo snorted. “And Wufei says I'm perverted.”
Quatre stuck his tongue out at him before biting his lip and tugging at the small hoop in his right ear. “I can't believe you managed to talk Wufei into it.”
Duo's mirth faded some and he looked down to his drink, clearing his throat. “Um, yeah, about that, I think he hates me now.” He sighed. “Last night and this morning, he was all gung ho. But you know how he is, the dust settles and he freaks. He wouldn't even take the same cab with me when we left. I'm sure he's at home right now plotting how to make Monday the worst I've ever seen at the mill.”
Quatre propped his chin on the heel of his hand and tilted his head to the side. “So, how did things end with Heero? I mean... was it a one time thing?”
He groaned and dropped his forehead to the table. “Damn I hope not. The man is an absolute walking fantasy. He's submissive and dominant at the same time. He knows how to keep two people more than satisfied at a time.” He peered up at the blond through his bangs. “I don't think he could just have one lover. He'd seriously kill them.”
Quatre's brows raised. “So he's had experience with that type of thing before?”
“He was in a three-way relationship for six years.”
“Wow.” He bit at his pinky nail. “How did you leave things?”
Duo sat up. “He reminded each of us exactly how talented he was with his tongue and wished us a nice afternoon. I had trouble walking down the hall after that kiss. And I'm used to being the one leaving people in that state.”
Quatre grinned. He knew that well as he'd been on the receiving end of one of Duo kisses before. It had been a dare, but the braided man hadn't held anything back and Quatre had literally had to sit down when it was over because his legs wouldn't hold him. He shoved the thought away and stared at his friend, who was lost in thought.
“You really think Wufei's mad?”
“Not mad. Embarrassed.” He closed his eyes. “He was fantastic, Quat. Damn... I don't think I've ever seen him that hot before. He actually fully let go and...” he bit his lip. “And if I get into any more of that I'll have to go take a cold shower.”
Quatre sighed. “Why don't you just tell him how you feel?”
He shook his head and sat up. “Because he only wants to get laid. He doesn't want a relationship right now. I don't want to push him away. I figure if things stay the way they are, then sooner or later they'll progress and he'll realize that we actually could have something more than 'friends with benefits'.”
Quatre wasn't really sure what to say. They'd had this discussion many times over the last few months after Milliardo, curse his cousin's name to the outer reaches of the galaxy, hurt Wufei. Quatre had never really gotten along with his older cousin, but he'd tolerated his presence when he had to. At least, he had until he'd done what he had to Wufei. At that point, all the family pretty much disowned the bastard. He was pulled from his thoughts as Duo spoke.
“How was the show last night?”
He huffed. “Boring as hell. But Father enjoyed it, and that's what matters since it was his birthday.” He smiled as Duo yawned widely. “I think you need a nap.”
Duo chuckled. “Yeah. I didn't get any sleep last night.”
“All right. I'll leave you in peace.”
He pushed from the table and flopped on the couch. “Tell Tro I said hi.”
“I will.” He shut the door and moved down the steps, pulling out the keys to his cherry red convertible 2010 BMW 6 series. He put the top down and plucked his sunglasses from their hang over his rear view mirror.
“Hey, Princess!”
He groaned mentally and looked over to see Duo's downstairs neighbor running toward him. He forced a smile as she stood next to his car. “Hi, Hilde.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Why wouldn't it be?”
“He just now got home!” She chewed her lip. “Was he with a woman? He was, wasn't he?”
Geez, the girl was hopeless. “Hilde, how many times do we have to tell you? He's gay. He doesn't like women. He likes sleeping with men.”
She sniffed. “It's just because he hasn't met the right girl, yet. It's a phase or something.”
He rolled his eyes. “It isn't a phase. It's how he is. Gay is gay. Get it through your head, honey.” He smirked internally. Normally he preferred to keep his sweetheart image for others, but sometimes, you just had to be blunt. And it never failed to shock people when he expressed what he was truly thinking.
“Hilde, Duo very much enjoys shoving his dick up men's asses, and, from what I hear, he's very good at it. He likes suckin' cock and rimming, too. He's disgusted by vaginas. Seeing as how you're missing the necessary criteria, I think you're just shit out of luck. Leave the poor guy alone.”
He allowed his internal smirk to rise to his lips as she stood there with her mouth hanging open. “Now, shoo. You're getting fingerprints on my wax job.”
She backed away woodenly and Quatre started the car, gave her a sweet smile and wave, and drove off with a laugh. He pulled out his cell.
“Hey, Babe.”
He sighed softly at the sultry voice. “Hey, Duo told me to tell you hi.”
“Hm. So what happened last night?”
He laughed. “Duo and Wufei had a threesome with Heero Yuy.”
There was a long pregnant silence and if he new his lover, mental images were running brightly through his creative mind. “That's... interesting.”
Quatre hummed happily. “I think I may just keep you up all night tonight.” There was another long silence and this one didn't come along with happily spinning mental wheels. “Trowa.”
“I'm working.”
He huffed. “Trowa, you said you'd have time off this weekend.”
“I can't help it. Chris called out.”
“You let them run over you. My offer still stands, you know.”
Trowa laughed. “Sorry, I'm just not sure I need 'sex slave' on my future resumes.”
He smiled in spite of himself. “You wouldn't have to worry about future jobs. I'd never let you go. Besides, no one pays better or beats the benefits.”
Trowa snorted. “I'd love trying to explain to Catherine why I gave up a perfectly good job to be your kept boy.”
Quatre pulled up to the front of his apartment building and tossed his keys to the valet. “Doing all right, John?”
He nodded with a smile. “And yourself?”
“Can't complain.” He smiled to the doorman as he ducked inside. “I'm on my way up.”
“Uh... I'm not at home.”
He paused in the middle of the lobby. “Where are you?”
“Nashville.”
“What the hell are you still doing there? Her flight left at seven this morning!” He lowered his voice and continued toward the elevators as he received quite a few stares.
“Her flight was delayed. I didn't want her to have to wait by herself.”
Quatre pushed the button for the seventh floor. “Will you be home before you have to go to work?”
“No.”
He pursed his lips. He'd really been wanting to spend time with his lover after Trowa had spent the last two weeks working or playing tour guide to his sister. He'd even gone so far as to say no sex while she was there. Which Quatre found ridiculous. The girl knew they were lovers. Why should they abstain just because she was in the next room? His eyes narrowed and a slow smirk came to his lips.
“All right. I guess I'll see you when you get home.”
“I really am sorry about this.”
He stepped out of the elevator, plans running through his mind as he moved toward his apartment. “I know. I understand.”
Trowa fell silent and Quatre's smirk widened. “You're really okay with this?”
“Of course. You have a nice night and I'll see you when you get home.” He flipped his phone closed and kicked his door shut behind himself as he moved into the bedroom.
******
Trowa spun the mixing tumbler in his palm as he listened to the order. He nodded and leaned back, setting the tumbler down and pouring in some ice. He reached under the counter and grabbed a bottle of brandy, tossing it behind his back before pouring an ounce over the ice.
Although he was the highest sought bartender in town, he wasn't too terribly impressed with the attention. Flipping bottles and glasses were fun and all, but his real talent lay in the gymnastics that had propelled him through his childhood. Throwing a bottle through the air looked awesome, he knew, but there wasn't really too much thrill in it for him. Bodies flying through the air with no safety net was much more appealing. But a bum knee after a dumb ass spot failed to do his job ended that career for the acrobat.
He shoved off the bitter thoughts and set the finished drink before the woman who'd requested it. “One 'Between the Sheets' for the lady.”
She simpered appealingly enough for a straight man to be touched by it. Unfortunately for her, Trowa had no interest whatsoever in the female populace. He graced her with a small smile and moved to his next customer. Several minutes later, he felt a vibration in his back pocket and pulled his phone out. He glanced at the subject of the incoming message and smiled.
'Miss u.'
He opened the message and his jaw dropped. He clenched it in his fist and glanced to Jim. “I'm taking a break.” Without waiting for a reply, he ran back to the employee bathroom and locked the door. He licked his lips and looked to the message again. Which wasn't really a message at all, but a string of images.
Quatre sat in the middle of their large bed, knees to his shoulders and spread wide. A vibrator sat at his entrance, ready to be pressed in, and a slender finger was teasing the tip of his erection. Trowa moved to the next picture and the blond had his head tilted back, vibrator fully in, and cock gripped tightly in his fist. The phone beeped that there was a new message and he opened it.
'I was lonely, Trowa. Hope u don't mind if I start w/out u.'
One last picture showed the blond's flushed face with a sultry smirk.
He closed his eyes. No amount of willpower was going to wish this erection away. He unzipped his pants and quickly brought himself to release, vowing that by the time he was finished with Quatre he'd be sitting awkwardly for a week. The minx was going to get him fired one of these days.
******
Trowa moved into the apartment, beelining for the bedroom. He paused in the doorway, a soft smile coming to his lips. Quatre was curled on his side in the middle of the red satin sheets, arms and legs curled around his body pillow. Trowa stood by the side of the bed and gazed down the deceptively innocent looking face.
He brushed blond bangs from his lover's forehead and blue eyes peeked open. He started to rise but Trowa held him down.
He frowned. “Trowa?”
“Do you have any idea the trouble you caused me tonight?”
He bit his lip “Sorry. I was upset.”
Trowa shook his head. “Spoiled brat.” A fond smile took the sting out of the words. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Not as much as I would have if you were here.”
Trowa sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand down the pale skin of Quatre's side to his hip. “How many times did you get yourself off?”
“Twice.” He shivered and rocked his hips reflexively at Trowa's touch.
“Hm. Let me watch you this time.”
His brows drew together. “But you're here now.”
“Consider it payback.”
“The vibrator's in the drawer.”
He shook his head. “No toys. No hands.”
“How the hell am I supposed to get off then?”
He smirked. “Pillow.”
Quatre raised an eyebrow but sat up and straddled the pillow, leaning forward to brace himself on his hands. “Do I at least get a kiss?”
Trowa kissed him, teasing his tongue briefly before pulling away. “All right, minx, get going.”
Quatre felt his pulse pick up as Trowa's eyes roved over his naked form, falling on his hardening length. He began rocking against the satin covered pillow, eyes focused on his lover's face.
“Is this what you wanted?”
He nodded. “Faster.”
Quatre nodded and rocked faster. The friction tantalized his erection and balls, and Trowa's heated gaze added to the fire pooling in the pit of his stomach. His lids dropped slightly and he moaned as Trowa rubbed himself through his jeans.
“Trowa, want you.”
Trowa shivered at the wanton voice and left the bed briefly to strip off his jeans. He sat back down, palming himself slowly. “And you'll have me after you cum all over these expensive sheets of yours.”
He whimpered. “Please, can I touch myself?”
“No.”
He clenched the corners of the pillow and drove his hips harder, putting as much strength into the thrusts as he could. He closed his eyes, heavy grunts falling on every breath as he felt his orgasm draw near. He arched his back and suddenly lips surrounded his erection. He cried out his release, pumping into the warm wet mouth that sucked him dry.
He fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, a soft smile coming to his lips as Trowa's tongue continued coaxing his length after it had softened. Soft tendrils of pleasure still jolted through his body as the organ was quite tender. The tongue moved to lap at the sac beneath his length, sucking each globe into his mouth slowly.
He hummed softly in the back of his throat as Trowa massaged his inner thighs and returned to run the flat of his tongue up his length from base to tip. He shuddered, legs trembling when one was lifted to his lover's shoulder, feathery light fingertips teasing the skin on the back of his knee.
Quatre turned to his side as Trowa straddled the thigh still on the mattress. He heard the cap of the lube click open and closed and purred in appreciation when Trowa began stretching him. Due to his prior activities that evening, it didn't take long before Trowa was pressing into him.
He curled his ankle over Trowa's, gasping as the length inside him brushed against his prostate. “Harder, Trowa.”
“No. I've been waiting for this for two weeks.”
He grunted, partly due to Trowa hitting the right spot again and partly due to frustration. “It was your idea to not have sex while Ca...” He cut off abruptly as Trowa jabbed a sharp thrust in.
“No complaining, minx.”
He shivered at the commanding tone and his eyes slid closed. “Touch me?”
“No, and you can't either.”
Quatre fell silent, except for the breaths he was having a hard time controlling. He loved the feel of Trowa inside him, and the sporadic brush against his sweet spot was driving him closer. But he'd never cum if Trowa wouldn't give his cock some sort of stimulation.
Trowa smirked at the wanton expression on the blond's face. He wanted to stretch it out. To take it slow until Quatre was screaming for him to allow him completion. But Trowa wouldn't be able to last that long... This round. And there were other types of screams he very much enjoyed. He pushed Quatre to his back and lifted his other leg over his shoulder. Quatre immediately reached for the rail at the foot of the bed and gripped tightly as Trowa slammed into him.
His back arched and he choked on a cry. He tightened his hold on the wood, sobbing Trowa's name on every breath. “Touch yourself, Quatre.”
He immediately released one hand from the rail and wrapped it around his weeping length. He squeezed harshly, rubbing his thumb over the tip before fisting himself as fast as he could. Trowa's rhythm began to break down as he neared orgasm. He fought to keep his eyes open, watching as his lover tossed his head back and screaming for climax while his hand flew across his heavy erection.
“Cum for me.”
Quatre's head pressed back into the mattress and his breath hitched in his chest and he came, covering his hand and stomach. Trowa followed, pumping into the spasming channel as he rode out the orgasm. He lowered Quatre's legs to the mattress and pulled out, lying down beside him.
“Hm. That was nice,” Quatre whispered.
Trowa smirked and raised up to his elbows. “Oh, we're nowhere near done.”
TBC....
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