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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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7,449
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58
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Wufei was soooooo tired the next morning. Not because of being woken every two hours, oh no. it was the fact that he had a small blonde body squirming on top of him half the night. He had to stay awake to make sure that he didn’t get hard. He could have told Winner to leave…but…he probably wouldn’t have a warm body on him again for quite a while and he wanted to savor it. He sighed quietly as he saw the sun come up and knew it was time for his fantasy to end. He gently tried to slip out from under the blonde without disturbing him, tried was the key word. As soon as he placed his bare feet on the floor, he felt two slender arms wrap around his shoulders and a bare chest press against his equally bare back.
“Do you always get up this early?”
“I do my katas before everyone gets up. Except Heero, he-” Wufei cut himself off. The blonde would know a lot more about the perfect soldiers sleeping pattern than he would.
“How’s your head?” Quatre asked as he gently ran his knuckles over the lump on the back of his head, before replacing his arm around the boys shoulder.
“Fine, a dull ache.” Why did he tell him that? Quatre was quiet behind him but Wufei could tell he was smiling, he knew he had told the truth.
“Come back to bed.” The blonde said after a moment. “It’s cold without you.” Quatre knew he was pushing his luck, but he had to start putting the idea in the Asian’s head. Wufei was sure he was blushing bright red and was glad the blonde couldn’t see his face. He had no idea what his words…or for that matter, his smooth skin against his back, was doing to him.
“Your bed is probably still warm.” He mumbled as he stood, letting the blondes arms slide off him. He tried not to shiver at the feeling, or at the thought of the other two pilots in their bed. Hopefully Heero was already up.
“Probably.” The blonde agreed. “What do you want for breakfast? I have an errand to run so I’ll pick something up.”
“Anything.” Wufei responded as he left the room and headed down the hall to the bathroom. Quatre was about to burrow back into the other’s bed when his mind caught up with him.
Jumping out of the bed, Quatre winced when his feet hit the cold hardwood, but he ignored it and ran to his own room. Pushing the door open, the blonde was immediately pulled into strong bronze arms and heard two soft chuckles from the bed.
“We were wondering if you’d pull yourself outta ‘Fei’s bed to come get your good-bye kiss.” Duo informed him as Heero started to lean down.
“Wait, that’s not why I came-” Quatre stated as he ducked away from the kiss and closed the door. “I’m glad I caught you before you left. I need to know if we all still agree.”
“About?” Trowa asked, trying to hide his smirk. Heero looked rather upset that the blonde had ducked away from his kiss.
“Wufei, we’ve talked about it before and-”
“And we all decided that even though we want him, he’d never agree to it.” Heero finished cautiously. He knew how Quatre could get when they talked about this.”
“Right…but what if I told you he was interested?”
“You found that out in one night?” Trowa asked, fully awake now. “I think you should explain.”
“I will, but I know that Heero has to leave, I wanted an ‘okay’ so we can be ready when you get back tomorrow night.” Heero thought it over for a moment. Quatre wouldn’t do something like this unless he was absolutely sure the Chinese wouldn’t mind. Smirking lightly, Heero tapped his finger against his lips.
The blonde got the message. Wrapping his arms around the Asian’s neck, he melded their bodies together before pulling him into the kiss he had slipped away from. Heero groaned, it was rare that their little Arabic took control like this. Feeling a tongue slide past his lips, Heero allowed his hands to fondle the blonde’s backside. Hearing a small knock on the bedroom door, Quatre pulled away.
“He’ll be right out ‘Fei.” Duo shouted from the bed. The four pilots waited as they listened to the footsteps head back down the hall. Wufei always reminded them if they were…engaged in activities and were running late.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” Quatre asked quietly.
“Hai. Now, I’m leaving, I’ll be back tomorrow evening.” Heero replied, kissing the blonde’s head and smiling at the other two before leaving the house.
“Come here little one.” Trowa ordered as he lifted the edge of the blanket. “Explain.”
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Wufei was soooooo tired the next morning. Not because of being woken every two hours, oh no. it was the fact that he had a small blonde body squirming on top of him half the night. He had to stay awake to make sure that he didn’t get hard. He could have told Winner to leave…but…he probably wouldn’t have a warm body on him again for quite a while and he wanted to savor it. He sighed quietly as he saw the sun come up and knew it was time for his fantasy to end. He gently tried to slip out from under the blonde without disturbing him, tried was the key word. As soon as he placed his bare feet on the floor, he felt two slender arms wrap around his shoulders and a bare chest press against his equally bare back.
“Do you always get up this early?”
“I do my katas before everyone gets up. Except Heero, he-” Wufei cut himself off. The blonde would know a lot more about the perfect soldiers sleeping pattern than he would.
“How’s your head?” Quatre asked as he gently ran his knuckles over the lump on the back of his head, before replacing his arm around the boys shoulder.
“Fine, a dull ache.” Why did he tell him that? Quatre was quiet behind him but Wufei could tell he was smiling, he knew he had told the truth.
“Come back to bed.” The blonde said after a moment. “It’s cold without you.” Quatre knew he was pushing his luck, but he had to start putting the idea in the Asian’s head. Wufei was sure he was blushing bright red and was glad the blonde couldn’t see his face. He had no idea what his words…or for that matter, his smooth skin against his back, was doing to him.
“Your bed is probably still warm.” He mumbled as he stood, letting the blondes arms slide off him. He tried not to shiver at the feeling, or at the thought of the other two pilots in their bed. Hopefully Heero was already up.
“Probably.” The blonde agreed. “What do you want for breakfast? I have an errand to run so I’ll pick something up.”
“Anything.” Wufei responded as he left the room and headed down the hall to the bathroom. Quatre was about to burrow back into the other’s bed when his mind caught up with him.
Jumping out of the bed, Quatre winced when his feet hit the cold hardwood, but he ignored it and ran to his own room. Pushing the door open, the blonde was immediately pulled into strong bronze arms and heard two soft chuckles from the bed.
“We were wondering if you’d pull yourself outta ‘Fei’s bed to come get your good-bye kiss.” Duo informed him as Heero started to lean down.
“Wait, that’s not why I came-” Quatre stated as he ducked away from the kiss and closed the door. “I’m glad I caught you before you left. I need to know if we all still agree.”
“About?” Trowa asked, trying to hide his smirk. Heero looked rather upset that the blonde had ducked away from his kiss.
“Wufei, we’ve talked about it before and-”
“And we all decided that even though we want him, he’d never agree to it.” Heero finished cautiously. He knew how Quatre could get when they talked about this.”
“Right…but what if I told you he was interested?”
“You found that out in one night?” Trowa asked, fully awake now. “I think you should explain.”
“I will, but I know that Heero has to leave, I wanted an ‘okay’ so we can be ready when you get back tomorrow night.” Heero thought it over for a moment. Quatre wouldn’t do something like this unless he was absolutely sure the Chinese wouldn’t mind. Smirking lightly, Heero tapped his finger against his lips.
The blonde got the message. Wrapping his arms around the Asian’s neck, he melded their bodies together before pulling him into the kiss he had slipped away from. Heero groaned, it was rare that their little Arabic took control like this. Feeling a tongue slide past his lips, Heero allowed his hands to fondle the blonde’s backside. Hearing a small knock on the bedroom door, Quatre pulled away.
“He’ll be right out ‘Fei.” Duo shouted from the bed. The four pilots waited as they listened to the footsteps head back down the hall. Wufei always reminded them if they were…engaged in activities and were running late.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” Quatre asked quietly.
“Hai. Now, I’m leaving, I’ll be back tomorrow evening.” Heero replied, kissing the blonde’s head and smiling at the other two before leaving the house.
“Come here little one.” Trowa ordered as he lifted the edge of the blanket. “Explain.”