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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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Heero turned the combination on his safe and opened the door, frowning as he pulled out a near empty bottle. He grabbed an envelope out of the back and pulled out several hundreds before popping one of the pills and guzzling his water. He returned the safe to the closet and shoved the bottle in his pocket as he left his room. He moved up to the third floor and knocked on Duo and Trowa's door. The latter opened it.
“What's up?”
“Looking for Duo.”
“Shower.”
“Thanks.” He moved to the bathroom and knocked on the stall where the water was running. “Hey, how close are you to being done?”
“Just a minute. What's up?”
“I was running to Derrick's. Do you need anything?”
The water shut off and one of the towels over the door was pulled off. The second disappeared a moment later and Duo stepped out with a towel around his waist as he scrubbed his hair with the other.
“I'm quitting that stuff.”
He rolled his eyes. “You're so whipped. Next thing we know you'll cut your hair and start wearing pink.”
He sighed. “Heero, I don't want to lose him, if it takes giving up dope, then I'll do it. That doesn't mean I'm whipped.” He pulled his jeans on. “It just means that he's more important than drugs.” He turned fully to face his friend.
“The game was fun while it lasted, but aren't you tired of finding new partners every semester? We're getting older. Pretty soon we'll be out in the real world. Personally, I'd like to have a little more than fuck buddies and weed. Wouldn't you?”
He looked at Duo blandly. “Not really. But it's your life. Do what you want, and I'll do the same.”
Duo watched him leave with a frown. Guilt ate at him as he recalled that the game had been his own idea to begin with. He hadn't expected it to last passed high school. Hell, he hadn't really thought about anything but getting some numbers. Now, every time he thought of how many people he'd been with verses Quatre's two, it made him feel uncomfortable.
And to make it worse, he was the one who introduced Heero to drug use. But where he'd always kept to naturals like weed, and only used sparingly, Heero had fallen to it hard and quickly moved on from smoking pot to chemicals and pills. He wasn't even sure what all his friend was using. He shook his head and went back to his room.
Trowa was sitting on the side of his bed and shoving his feet into his boots. Duo tossed his towels over his chair and grabbed his brush. “Heading out?”
He smirked. “No, my feet were cold,” he deadpanned.
Duo stuck his tongue out at him as he tilted his head to brush out the knots. “All right, smart ass. Where are you going?”
“Gas station. Need anything?”
He began braiding his hair. “Yeah, can you pick me up some smokes?”
Trowa nodded and stood. “What did Heero want?”
“He was going to Derrick's.”
His eyebrow raised slightly. “And you didn't go.”
He shrugged. “I'm quitting.”
Trowa allowed a small smile as he crossed to the door. “I'm proud of you.”
He threw a grin over his shoulder as Trowa stepped out.
******
Wufei barely paid attention to the area surrounding him, nose lost within the pages of a book as he navigated back toward the dorms. Reading while walking was a skill his mother found humorous and his father thought ridiculous. He argued that if Wufei couldn't put a book down long enough to walk from one place to another, then he was too obsessed with escaping reality.
He stepped aside as the dorm door swung open and waited for the doorway to clear. The book was snatched from his fingers and he looked up with a frown into teasing emerald eyes.
“Fantasy?”
He pursed his lips and took the book back. “What's wrong with that?”
“Nothing. I just didn't peg you for the fantasy type.”
He shrugged and reached for the door. “I read just about anything.”
Trowa put his hand on the door to keep it closed and slightly leaned over the shorter man. “Really?”
Wufei's heart jumped at the sudden nearness, but he tried to pass the redness rushing to his face as anger and not... yeah, as anger. “It's impolite to invade someone's private space.”
Trowa smirked, the sexiness of the action not lost on the Chinese man no matter how much he tried to deny it. “I make you nervous. Why?”
He licked his lips. “You... you like men,” he whispered.
Trowa's lips curved upward. “Yes, I do. Does that bother you?”
His brows drew together. “I don't understand it. It's not natural.”
“It seems natural enough to me.”
Wufei pushed him away, the nearness making it difficult for him to think. “There's something wrong with you then.” He quickly escaped inside the dorms and all but ran up to his room, slamming the door and locking it. He turned and was instantly glad Otto wasn't present. He set his book on his desk and sat in the chair.
He hadn't expected Trowa to admit it so calmly. Didn't the man have any shame? Surely he should have been embarrassed. He stared at his laptop for a long moment before booting it up and running a search. He bit his lip as he read through statistics and other information on homosexuals. There was one main question that the information didn't answer, though. How the hell did two men have sex?
His mouth fell open at the links brought up from that particular question. Anal? He slammed the top to his computer down and shoved away from the desk to sit on his bed. Trowa had another thing coming if he thought he could convince Wufei to let him stick his dick up his ass. It would never happen. He curled to his side on the bed.
Who in their right mind would want that? There was no way something like that could feel good. He turned to his back and stared at the ceiling with a frown. 'Or could it? If so many people do it-' He cut off that train of thought and sat up, chewing his lip and staring at his laptop.
He moved back to his desk slowly, as if the computer might jump up and attack him. He took a breath and bit the inside of his cheek as he typed in a new search. He opened one of the links and stared at the images. His breath quickened and he swallowed as he clicked one and a video began. He sat back in his chair, face heating as he watched two men go at it.
He should have turned the video off. He should have left the site and never thought about the idea again. But the gasps and slapping of skin on skin made something in his stomach flutter. He clenched his fists in his lap as heat pooled in his groin. When the video ended, he licked his lips and shut the computer down. He moved back to lie on his bed, staring blankly at the wall.
Love between a man and woman had always bored him in movies. Watching them kiss had never effected him at all. But what he'd just seen had turned him on in a way he never had been before. He closed his eyes, willing the heat away.
Did this mean he was like Trowa? He shook his head. It couldn't. He couldn't. No, it was just a fluke. The noises were erotic. That didn't mean he wanted to do the same.
The next few weeks were torture for Wufei. He found himself watching Trowa more than he should. He was caught staring several times, and each time he scowled at the man, which only resulting in an infuriating smirk directed his way. As much as he tried, he couldn't get the 'what ifs' out of his mind.
What if he was like them? What if he did want Trowa's attention... and more? He didn't know how to go about it, and, truth be told, he shouldn't. His father would have his hide if he acted on the curiosity coursing through him. A college fling with a girl would be shrugged off. Engaging in homosexual acts would quite possibly be met with murder.
He groaned internally and shoved the thoughts aside as he tried to reach up to grab a book he needed for literature class from the top shelf of the case in the library. He cursed his shortness and gripped a shelf in his left hand as he strained to reach it with his right.
He froze as a chest pressed to his back and a long arm reached up easily to grasp the book for him. “Is this the one you wanted?” a smooth voice asked from behind, warm breath caressing his ear.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Thank you.” Trowa chuckled softly, the vibrations shaking his chest and rumbling through Wufei's back. “Was there something you needed?” he asked a tad breathlessly.
“Come hang out with us tonight.”
He chewed his lip. It was a bad idea. “I need to study.”
Trowa put a hand on his shoulder and trailed it down his arm. “You can study tomorrow or Sunday.”
He swallowed. “I... I need to clean my room.”
Trowa snorted. “I know for a fact Otto doesn't clean, I doubt he'll care if your side is a little messy.” He leaned closer and down until his lips brushed across the shell of Wufei's ear. “You've been staring at me a lot lately.”
He closed his eyes. “You... confuse me.”
“What's there to be confused about?”
“I never heard about people like you until I came here.”
He turned Wufei to face him. “Why is that?”
He flushed but kept his eyes focused on the emerald ones several inches above his own. “I don't know. My father, I guess, didn't want me to know about... gays.” The word sounded strange coming from him and he bit his lip.
“Why? Why wouldn't he want you to know about homosexuals?”
Wufei had wondered the same thing, but he didn't want to give the answer he was afraid was the truth. “I don't know. Maybe he just wanted to make sure I turned out the way he wanted.” He scrunched his nose. “But I'm not what he wanted. I'm not strong enough for him. He doesn't like me reading the types of books I like. He's mad because I wasn't interested in the girls he's thrown at me.” He clamped his teeth shut. That hadn't been something he'd wanted to share.
An auburn brow raised. “Why weren't you interested in them?”
He sighed and shook his head. “They were attractive enough, but... I guess they weren't my type.” His mind screamed at him. Why the hell was he telling Trowa all of that?
Trowa moved closer and Wufei backed up, hitting the shelf behind him softly. “And what is your type?”
He licked his lips, breath quickening. “I... I'm not sure.”
Trowa rested his forearm on a shelf above Wufei's head. “I could help you figure it out if you let me.”
The part of Wufei that wanted him to do just that was rapidly taking control of the part that feared his father's wrath and drowning out his reason. Obsidian eyes remained wide as Trowa leaned forward and barely touched his lips in a fleeting kiss. Emerald eyes studied him a moment before Trowa kissed him again with a bit more force. He slipped his tongue out to tease Wufei's lips and they parted before Wufei could consider what he was doing.
A jolt ran straight to the pit of his stomach as Trowa's tongue caressed his own. He had no idea so small a thing could feel so sensual. He tentatively wrapped his inexperienced tongue around the other man's and Trowa moaned softly into his mouth. He dropped the book, raised his hands to Trowa's shoulders, and gripped tightly.
A hand slid down his side and moved to grip his behind, bringing him back to reality. He pushed Trowa away and fought to catch his breath, staring at the other man with wide eyes. He touched his fingertips to his lips and edged down the shelf before turning and all but running from the library.
Trowa bend over and swiped up the book. He took it to the desk and checked it out. “What?” he demanded of the glowering librarian.
She sniffed. “I know the games you, Maxwell, and Yuy play. Everyone knows them. Take my advice and leave Chang out of it. He's a good kid with a good future ahead of him. He doesn't need you messing it up.”
He pursed his lips and took the book. “Mind your own business, Wiggins.”
******
Wufei slammed his door shut and leaned against it. He was a little ashamed of himself for running away, but what else could he have done. Barton had turned his brains to mush with a simple kiss. His cheeks grew warm and he knew his face was bright red.
“Geez, man, you look like a virgin who just had her first kiss.”
Wufei jumped and stared at Otto. Was the man psychic? “I... it's just...”
Otto paused his game and sat up. “Shit, man, is that really what happened?”
He sat on his bed and dropped his face to his hands. “This is bad. Very bad.”
Otto turned to hang his legs over the side of the bed. “Who was it? Sally? She's got a thing for you.”
He glanced to his roommate. “Who?”
“Sally Po. She's in our chemistry class.”
He frowned and shook his head. “I don't know who you're talking about.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Then who was it?”
He chewed his lip. “Trowa,” he whispered.
Otto's eyes widened. “I thought you said you weren't into guys.”
“I'm not!”
“Then why'd you kiss him?”
He groaned and covered his face again. “I don't know.”
He was silent for a moment. “Did you like it?”
He laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “That's the problem.”
Otto leaned his elbows on his knees. “Why Barton? I warned you about him. They get new partners every semester. They don't settle down.”
He shook his head. “It wouldn't matter if he did. I can't get into a relationship like that. My father would kill me. He's weeding through potential wives. Once I graduate, I'll marry whoever he picks and get thrown into the family business.”
“You don't sound too thrilled about it.”
He rolled to his side and propped his cheek in his palm. “It doesn't matter if I like it or not. It's what's expected of me.” A soft knock came to the door and he slid from the bed to open it. He sighed and leaned his shoulder to the door.
Trowa held out his book. “You dropped this.”
He took it. “Thank you.”
“About tonight-”
“Trowa, I don't think it's a good idea.”
He tilted his head to the side. “I'm not asking for your virginity, Wufei. I'm just asking you to hang out with us for a few hours tonight. It would do you some good to get out and have fun for a change.”
He stared at Trowa for a long moment. “All right.”
Trowa smiled. “I'll come by around seven to pick you up.”
Wufei shut the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath and willing his heart to stop pounding. Why was it that all Trowa had to do was smile and his body went out of whack?
“Are you sure about this?”
He looked to Otto and shook his head. “No.”
******
“Come play pool with us tonight.”
Zechs shook his head, astounded by the man's persistence. “Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?”
Heero shrugged. “I have selective hearing. It'll be fun.”
He sighed. “I have somewhere else I have to be.”
“So tell Treize to fuck himself. It's against school policy for professors to mess with students anyway.”
Zechs pursed his lips. If he was honest with himself, he really did want to go with Heero. It would be nice to hang out with peers for a change. Surely Treize wouldn't stop paying for his college if he ditched him just once, and something about the cocky man in front of him intrigued Zechs. And Heero was definitely gorgeous.
He tilted his head to the side, causing a long fall of his hair to slip over his shoulder. “All right. I'll go, but keep the comments about Treize to yourself, got it?”
Heero gave him that smug smirk that Zechs was sure should be patented to the Japanese man. “No prob.”
“What time are you going?”
“Now.”
The blond raised an eyebrow. “You waited until you were leaving to ask me to go?”
“It doesn't give you time to back out. Come on.”
He huffed and grabbed his wallet and keys from the desk. “You're too damn cocky, you know that?”
“I've been told that before.”
“I'm driving.”
“That's fine.” He followed the blond to his car and got in. They were silent for several minutes after Heero told him which pool hall to go to.
Zechs looked over with a frown as the Japanese man kept staring at him. “What?”
“Why do you sleep with him?”
“That's none of your business.”
“Just curious. There isn't a future in a relationship like that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “From what I hear, you don't do lasting relationships, either.”
He glanced out the windshield. “It started when we were juniors in high school. Duo had been dating someone for a while and found out the guy was cheating on him. It pissed him off and he decided that if you stayed with someone too long, sooner or later they were going to screw you over.” He shrugged. “When Trowa asked him how long was too long, he said anytime over a semester. And the game began. We'd find the best looking people we could and promise them only a semester. No strings attached.”
He smirked to the blond. “It works out good.”
“What if you really like the person?”
“I haven't found someone I've liked to keep around any longer than that.” He frowned slightly and looked back out the window. “Duo has though. He dropped out.”
Zechs pulled into the parking lot. “And that bothers you?”
He snorted. “He can do whatever he wants.” He opened the door. “Come on.”
******
Wufei followed Trowa into the pool hall and scrunched his nose at the smell of beer and cigarettes. He glanced around to the other patrons, taken aback by the wide variety. There were bikers at one table and frilly dressed sorority girls at another. It was a strange place and he felt terribly uncomfortable as he trailed behind the black clad man.
“Hey, Tro!”
Wufei looked over to the braided man and his eyes widened slightly as he saw Quatre draping over him and laying kisses to his neck. He pulled his eyes from them and looked to Heero who was leaning over a table while a long haired blond watched, holding his cue in front of him. The blond grimaced as Heero sank his last two balls in one shot and moved to aim for the eight ball. He glanced to Trowa and then Wufei with a smirk.
“'Sup?”
Wufei chewed his lip. “Hi.”
He lined up his shot and efficiently ended the game. The blond pursed his lips. “Who's next?”
“I am,” Duo announced, laying a hot kiss to Quatre's lips that made heat rise to Wufei's cheeks.
He sat in a booth with Trowa and glanced to the taller man. “Are they always so... open in public?”
He smiled. “Yeah. You get used to it.”
He sighed. “I don't think I ever could.”
“What can I get y'all?” a server asked.
“I need another beer,” Duo called as he set up to break.
“Beer for me.” Trowa looked to Wufei. “What would you like to drink?”
He looked up to the girl. “Just water.”
“Aw,” Quatre said as he leaned over the back of the booth he sat in to look at the small Asian. “Can't have that.” He looked to the server. “He'll have a woo woo.”
Wufei raised an eyebrow. “A what?”
“A woo woo,” Trowa repeated with a smirk. “You'll like it.”
“All right.” Several minutes later he was looking at the red drink curiously. He took a sip and wrinkled his nose. “What's in this?”
“So,” Trowa began, folding his arms on the table and ignoring Wufei's question, “did you start the book you got from the library?”
He took another sip of the sweet drink. “I finished it.”
Emerald eyes widened. “In four hours?”
He shrugged. “I'm a speed reader.”
“Dang. You really like books, don't you?”
With that one question, Trowa had tapped onto a subject that brought a change so drastic to the Chinese man's face it almost took Trowa's breath away. Obsidian eyes lit up and a smile curved his full lips. “I think I could probably sit down and read and do nothing else for the rest of my life.”
“What is it about them that makes you love them so much?”
He took a longer drink. “What's not to love? You can fall into a well-written story and forget about all the stress that's around you. And for a short time, you're someone else in a magical place far away.” He shook his head slightly, eyes narrowing with a wistful expression on his face. “Sometimes all I have to look forward to are those moments.”
Trowa smiled. “It's good to have a hobby you love.”
He looked back to Trowa. “I've actually been working on some books for years. An epic fantasy.”
Trowa's brows raised. “Really? How many are finished?”
“Six. I'm editing the seventh right now.”
Trowa sipped his beer. “Are you going to get them published?”
The joy faded somewhat and he finished his drink. “Hell no. If Father found out about them he'd destroy the files. I just keep working on them because... well, I can't really help myself. Writing is everything to me. It sounds crazy, but I can't not write.”
Trowa nodded. “You know what they say. A writer isn't a writer because he writes; he writes because he's a writer. It's a natural talent, ingrained in a person. Like chords in a musician or colors in an artist, so are words to an author.”
Wufei's smile was twinged with regret. “It doesn't matter, though. I'll have to take over the business.”
Trowa ordered him another drink and shook his head. “Why follow in the footsteps of a man who obviously doesn't understand you?”
“No one goes against him.”
Trowa frowned. “Maybe if you explained it to him-”
“No. He doesn't listen. It's his way. He doesn't compromise or make exceptions.” He took his drink as the server sat it in front of him and drained half. “Can we talk about something else?”
Trowa nodded. “What do you want to talk about?”
“You mentioned music. What are you planning to do with your degree?”
He leaned over the table as if to impart some grand secret and Wufei moved closer. “Don't tell anyone, but my passion is classical piano.”
Wufei sat back, staring at the goth dressed man, and couldn't help the laugh that bubbled in his chest. “You're joking.”
“Nope,” Trowa argued, enjoying the laughter his secret had invoked in the usually stern looking man.
“Damn it, Heero, that was totally cheating!”
They looked over to see the Japanese man smirking at Duo. “How was it cheating?”
“I don't know, but only professional pool players should be able to jump the ball like that.” Duo folded his arms over his chest as he pouted. Quatre and Zechs laughed at the man's expression.
“Be a gracious loser, love.”
He quirked an eyebrow to the blond. “Enough comments from the peanut gallery.”
Quatre tossed a shot back and pushed from the booth to drape his arms over Duo's shoulders. He whispered into the braided man's ear for several moments and violet eyes fluttered a bit before he plastered their lips together.
Heero snorted and continued clearing the table of solid colors while they made out. Zechs tilted his head to the side as he watched them, a fine blond brow rising. “Don't they need to breathe?”
“You can't kiss and breathe at the same time?”
He snorted. “Apparently I missed that lesson.”
Heero smirked and put his hands to the side of the table. “Come here and I'll give you one.”
“No thank you.”
“Why not? Afraid I'll make you forget about your precious lover?”
He scowled. “You're pushing it, Yuy.”
“I bet Treize left a lot out of your education. I've got a practical Kama Sutra locked away in my mind. I'm an expert in deep throat and rimming and every possible position known to mankind. Wouldn't you like to share in some of my knowledge?”
Zechs' face turned red, but Heero couldn't tell if it was due to anger or embarrassment as his expression remained neutral. The fact was, those words slipping past the sensual lips made Zechs want to make Heero put proof to his words. He wasn't angry or embarrassed. He was turned on as hell.
Quatre and Duo pulled apart and looked from Zechs to Heero and back again. “Now, guys,” the blond said quietly, “let's all get along.”
Zechs dropped his pool cue in a slot. “Excuse me.”
Heero watched him walk off, studying the tight ass in well tailored khakis. He set his cue down. “Quatre, finish for me.”
He followed the long haired blond to the bathroom and watched him splash water over his face and grip the bowl of the sink. His eyes moved down to Zechs' midsection and his smirk returned full force. “Would you like some help with that?”
Zechs spun and stared at Heero. Neither was sure which moved first, but suddenly their lips were crushed together, tongues warring for dominance. Heero pushed the blond to the wall and ground his hips against Zechs'.
“You want this, don't you?”
Zechs raised his chin, gasping for breath as bruising fingers gripped his hips and his awakening length was deliciously rubbed against a matching erection. Treize had never made him this hard. Heero bit at his collarbone and tugged his hair to pull his head further to the side so he had better access to his neck. Zechs grimaced at the slight pain, but it was quickly forgotten as full lips teased over his neck and nibbled his ear. Heero pulled his hips back and took Zechs' hand to press it to his crotch.
“You want this inside you, right?”
He squeezed the denim covered erection and Heero's hips bucked. “You're not taking me without protection,” he managed to gasp as Heero's hand dipped into the back of his khakis' and a finger slid along the crevice.
Heero pulled away and grabbed a condom and lube from his pocket. “Turn around.”
He folded his arms over his chest. “I'd like to see what's going inside me first.”
White teeth flashed behind a smile as Heero slid the zipper down on his pants to reveal no underwear and a very well-endowed manhood. Zechs licked his lips and watched as Heero pumped himself a few times before covering himself with the condom and lube.
“Turn around.”
This time, he couldn't get around fast enough. He was so hard it hurt. He shook his head when a finger was pushed into him. “Forget the prep.”
“No.” He worked one, two, then three fingers into the blond, relishing in every hitched breath and jerk of his hips. Zechs was much more sensitive than he thought he'd be. He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself. “Ready?”
“I was ready five minutes ago.”
Heero smirked and placed the tip against the loosened hole. “Is Treize the only person you've ever been with?”
Zechs' tried to push back but Heero wouldn't let him. “Yes.”
“Has he ever made sure you got pleasure, too?”
He bit his lip, wishing the Japanese man would just fuck him already. “Not in a long time.”
“Hn.” He pressed in slowly but steadily.
Zechs almost raised up to his toes at the slow burn as he was stretched to fully accommodate Heero's erection. He was thicker than Treize and a little longer. He spread his feet further and took slow breaths, dropping his forehead to the wall and clenching his teeth. Finally, Heero settled fully inside him and paused.
“Just a warning, once you're adjusted, I don't do slow and gentle.”
He squeezed his muscles tightly, pleased at the gasp he pulled from the other man. “Who said I wanted slow and gentle.”
Heero's hands gripped his hips and he pulled out and slammed back in. Zechs flattened his hands to the wall and pushed back, meeting every brutal thrust and angling so it hit his prostate. He tossed his head back, hair flowing down between them and teasing at the sensitive skin where their bodies were joined. Heero pushed it aside, not wanting anything to obstruct the view of his dick sliding in and out of the blond.
His body was perfect. It had been a while since Heero had found a fuck that fit him quite as perfectly as Zechs did. He pulled the blond toward a toilet stall and propped his foot on the rim of the toilet, pulling Zechs' leg to rest above it.
Zechs choked on a cry and reached up to grab the top of the stall with one hand while he folded his other around his neglected erection and pumped in time with Heero's thrusts. He shoved back onto the rigid length inside him.
“Damn... faster.”
“Sure you can handle it?”
He grunted and tried to push back, but at the same moment, Heero put a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him over. He put his hands on the back of the toilet to keep from falling and then quickly shoved his hair over his right shoulder to keep it from slipping into the water. He looked over his shoulder to scowl at Heero, but was distracted as the man fondled his sac before moving up to slide his hand over his length.
Heero picked up the pace as Zechs had requested and heavy moans fell from the blond's lips on every thrust. He watched in fascination as the firm ass flexed and released, swallowing everything he took and thrusting back for more.
“You're wasted on Treize.”
Zechs looked over his shoulder, chest heaving with his panting breaths. “Oh... and you... ngh...th-think... I wouldn't.... oh, right there...” His eyes slid closed and whatever he was going to say was lost as his sweet spot was brushed over and over. He hissed through his teeth and Heero pounded him harder.
Heero leaned down as the walls surrounding him began to spasm and pre-cum covered his hand. “You're mine for the next three months.”
He rolled his hips, mercilessly teasing his prostate until Zechs was screaming his release. He raised up to pound into the spasming heat until he felt his climax hit. He groaned low in his throat, rocking slowing until the condom was filled with his cum.
Zechs closed his eyes, gasping for breath as he struggled to see straight again. He'd never come so hard in his life and he was completely drained. He grimaced as Heero pulled out of his sore opening and he heard the condom splash in the toilet, looking up in time to see Heero licking Zechs' cum from his fingers.
His mouth dropped. “That's dangerous, you know. I could have something.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “If I judge correctly, Treize probably has any lovers he takes screened thoroughly before having sex with them.”
Zechs righted himself and straightened his pants. Actually, Treize only had three people he had sex with regularly, and he was the one who took all of their virginities. And, until now, he was the only one they'd been with. He bit his lip. Although they weren't technically dating, he wasn't allowed to sleep with anyone else or Treize said he'd drop him; which meant losing college.
“This was a one time thing, Heero.”
A dark brow raised. “No, it wasn't. You enjoyed it.”
“If Treize finds out-”
Heero took a lock of Zechs' hair and yanked him close to devour his lips in a heated kiss. He pulled away when he was sure the blond was too dazed to even recall his name. “Then he'd best not find out.”
TBC......
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