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“I'm not getting in there.”
Trowa paused after pulling his shirt over his head and glanced to Quatre. “Why not?”
He pointed at the river and gave Trowa an expression that clearly said he should know the answer. “Because there's bugs in there.”
Trowa smiled softly and untucked Quatre's shirt. “It's either that or don't bathe for three days.” He pulled the shirt off. “It's running, fresh water. You can't get much cleaner than this, Quatre.”
He bit his lip but undressed and followed Trowa into the cool water until it reached his chest. Trowa set the body wash and shampoo/conditioner-in-one on a large rock and ducked under the water to wet his hair. Quatre took a breath and followed suit. When he came up, Trowa was pouring the shampoo into his palm.
“Come here and turn around.”
Quatre smiled softly and did as told, closing his eyes as long fingers worked the shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp. He loved having his hair played with. Trowa smiled as a hum of appreciation left his lover and he stepped back.
“Duck down and tilt your head back.”
Quatre leaned back and closed his eyes as Trowa cupped water in his hand to rinse the lather from his hair. When he was finished, he pulled his lover to his chest and poured body wash into his palm. He lathered it between his hands and ran them up Quatre's arms.
“Thought I wasn't getting pampered this weekend.”
He slid his hands over Quatre's shoulders to his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. A hitch came to the blond's breathing and he pressed his lips to his ear. “A little pampering won't hurt anything.”
Quatre pressed further into Trowa's chest, leaning his head back on his shoulder as his hands dipped beneath the water line to tease over his stomach. They moved further down and wrapped around his already half-hard length. He groaned softly and rocked his ass against the growing erection behind him.
Trowa's hands tightened briefly before he released the length and turned the blond to take his lips in a gentle kiss. Quatre, however, wasn't interested in gentle. He tangled his hands in Trowa's hair and deepened the kiss, curling his tongue along the roof of Trowa's mouth before entwining them together.
Trowa clenched his hands on the blond's behind, kneading the firm globes before he gripped his thighs and pulled the blond up to wrap his legs around his waist. He turned to lean his shoulders to the large rock and slid a finger into Quatre's entrance.
The blond moaned into the kiss and rocked back on the finger. He pulled his lips from Trowa's and trailed kisses up his jaw to nibble at his ear. “That's enough.”
“You know the rules. No less than two fingers.”
He latched his lips to Trowa's neck at one of his most sensitive spots and sucked hard. Trowa shivered and moaned, pulling his finger out and pushing it back in with a second. Quatre thrust down on them with a hiss through his teeth at the slight pain.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He shifted as the fingers scissored, trying to get them to touch his prostate. He whined softly as his lover evaded. Trowa chuckled softly and had mercy. He brushed against the bundle of nerves, causing the blond's legs to tighten around him and his mouth to part in a heated whimper.
“Please, Trowa. I'm ready.”
He nodded and pulled the fingers out, positioning himself at the blond's entrance. Quatre braced his hands on the rock behind Trowa's shoulders and lowered himself slowly onto the think, hard erection. A long, heavy moan ripped from his throat as he was completely and deliciously filled. He leaned down to lap at Trowa's lips as he adjusted. Trowa tilted his head back further to pull Quatre's tongue into his mouth.
They shared a long, slow kiss as Quatre began riding with shallow thrusts. He sped up slowly and broke the kiss to gasp for air. Lips moved over his chest, suckling at his collar bone and the hollow of his neck. He tilted his head back, glazed eyes gazing at the clear sky as he angled to hit his prostate on every downward thrust.
His breath hitched, eyes slipping closed as Trowa attacked a nipple and sent shivers of pleasure through him. He raised up and slammed back down, riding Trowa faster and harder. Trowa moved one hand to slide between them and fist Quatre's erection. Tingles raced down his spine and his muscles tensed as he felt his orgasm approach. He slit his eyes open and froze all movements.
“Trowa,” he squeaked through a fear tightened throat.
“What's wrong?”
He pushed up and off of Trowa, pulling his lover away from the rock. His chest was heaving with gasping breaths and Trowa was afraid he was going to pass out. He led his lover to the bank and glanced over his shoulder. With a sigh, he grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around Quatre.
“Look at me.” Wide blue eyes met his. “Breathe out slowly. Good. Now in deep.” After several more prompts, Quatre's breathing was back to normal. “Are you all right now?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
He shook his head and hugged him tightly. “It's okay.”
“It was a huge snake!”
Trowa bit his lip. It had been a perfectly harmless snake that was barely more than a foot long. But he supposed, with Quatre not knowing harmless from dangerous, it was best if he ran from anything that might cause harm. “You're safe.”
He groaned. “I've had the hell scared out of me three times in less than an hour.”
Trowa dried him off and pulled his shirt over his head, brushing the wet hair back. “It'll get better. Okay?”
He took a breath, ready to retort that it would be better when he was home, but Trowa had been trying to help him have a good time. He released the breath slowly and nodded. “Okay.”
He grabbed his clean underwear and pulled them on, grateful for the one normal article of clothing he'd been allowed to wear. As the g-string settled in place he glanced over his shoulder to see a still naked Trowa staring at his ass. Blue eyes dropped to his lover's mid-section and he quirked an eyebrow.
“How can you still be turned on when a snake was just behind your head?”
He smirked and raised a shoulder. “You're just that sexy.”
He bent down and pulled a tube from his jeans, having learned long ago that to date Quatre was to always be prepared. Quatre felt his pulse quicken as his lover stalked toward him with all the grace of a cat. He turned and back away.
“Trowa, I'm really not in the mood.”
“I can fix that.” He swiped an arm around the slight blond's waist and pulled them flush together, devouring his lips in a searing kiss. He cupped one hand behind Quatre's head and massaged his neck as their tongues caressed each other.
Quatre's petulance faded under the onslaught as Trowa ran a finger up and down the crevice of his ass, the tube of lube raking a cold trail along one cheek. He rocked against Trowa and shivered as his hardening erection slid along his lover's thigh.
Trowa moved his hands to pour lube into his palm and smear it over his fingers. He slid them alongside the string of the practically non-existent underwear and pumped two inside the still stretched entrance. Quatre gasped, pulling from the kiss as he was suddenly penetrated. He raised one leg to wrap around Trowa's waist as the fingers roughly stretched him further. Trowa nuzzled his neck, enjoying the mewls of pleasure the small blond emitted.
He pulled the fingers out and spun Quatre around. The blond pressed his hands to the tree in front of him and bit his lip as one hand cupped his ass, thumb moving the string aside, as the other guided his lover's erection to to his entrance. Trowa held it there, lightly rubbing it over the puckered hole.
Quatre tried to push back. “What are you waiting for?”
“Take your shirt off.”
He quickly complied, not bothering to see where the shirt landed, and put his hands back to the tree. “Please, Trowa.”
He leaned down and nibbled the blond's shoulder as he pushed in slowly. Quatre dug his nails into the bark as he was further stretched. It was a feeling he'd never grow tire of, and there was nothing he loved more than Trowa inside him.
Trowa pulled out and began short, slow thrusts that had his lover quickly begging for more. The string of the skimpy underwear raked along one side of him as he thrust, adding extra friction to his already aching arousal. He sped up and aimed for his lover's sweet spot.
“Faster!”
He bit down on Quatre's shoulder and pulled a whimper from him before snaking a hand down to rub him through the thin material. A heavy groan followed by pants and whimpers filled the area, but Trowa wouldn't be satisfied until he had Quatre screaming.
He slowed down and lightened his touch on Quatre's length as he teased his nipples with his other hand and sucked on his neck.
Quatre was about in tears from the ecstasy coursing through him that had rudely been denied. He'd been so close. “Trowa... please...”
“Please what?” he whispered into his ear.
He grit his teeth as long fingers teased the wet cloth at the top of his erection. “Sadistic bastard.”
Trowa chuckled. “Oh? You want me to stop?” The hands stilled and he pulled his erection almost all the way out.
“No! Please... let me cum!”
Trowa slammed in and out in rapid succession, at the same time squeezing Quatre's length. The blond threw his head back and screamed.
“Right there... shit!” He dropped his head down, sobbing with need. He was so close he was near pain, and Trowa's almost brutal thrusts were driving him beyond coherent thought. He dug his fingers into the tree as he felt the pressure explode. The length inside him hardened more before warmth filled him as Trowa came, riding out his orgasm in the clenching heat.
A strong arm wrapped around his waist to steady him while he calmed his breathing. Trowa slid his soft member out and Quatre mourned the loss.
“I wish you could stay in there forever.”
Trowa laughed softly. “That would make work difficult.”
“Hm. Not if you were my kept boy.” He leaned back into his lover's chest, shivering as he felt cum sliding down his thigh. “Guess I need to wash off again.”
He looked to the bathing products still on the rock. “I'm not going that far out again.”
Trowa tilted his chin up and kissed him softly. “I'll go get it.”
They bathed again quickly and redressed, Quatre grimacing as he pulled the denim over his still sensitive length. He rinsed the g-string off and frowned at Trowa. “Commando in jeans sucks. Why didn't you let me take these off first?”
Trowa shrugged. “One, you didn't ask. Two, you looked hot.”
He rolled his eyes and searched for his shirt, finding it in a think layering of weeks. He'd already put his hand in it when Trowa screamed for him to stop. A strong grip closed on his forearm.
“Leave it.” He pulled Quatre to the river and pushed his hand under the water, not sure if it would help. He poured the body wash into Quatre's palm. “Wash thoroughly, but don't touch anything other than your hands.” He did as told and looked to Trowa for more instructions. “Don't touch anything.”
“What is it?” he asked nervously.
“Poison ivy.”
“What?” Quatre shrieked. “Why didn't you warn me?”
“I didn't know it was there until it was too late. Sorry.” He grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around his hand to make sure he didn't accidentally rub it on any exposed skin. “Duo will know what to do and there's a chance you won't be allergic to it. Some people aren't.”
He sighed. “This was a very bad idea.” He pulled from Trowa and stormed back to camp. “Nature hates me and I prefer to watch it on the Discovery Channel.”
“It's just the first day. Maybe we can get all the bad shit out of the way now and the rest of the trip will be fun.”
He snorted and rounded on Trowa as they moved into the clearing. “Maybe your idea of fun and mine are two totally different things. My fun consists of wine and dance floors. My fun has running water and air conditioning. My damn cell doesn't even work in the hell hole!”
Trowa sighed. “Do you want me to take you home?”
The three around the campfire remained silent as they waited for his response, wondering exactly what had happened to set the blond off. Judging from the sounds they'd heard up river, he'd been quite happy not too long ago. They were also curious as to his lack of a shirt. They'd seen him in tight tops before, but never his naked chest, and all were thinking the same thing.
'Damn, he's ripped.'
He turned to Duo and held out the towel covered hand. “I touched poison ivy by accident.”
The braided man grimaced and pushed to his feet. “Do you know if you're allergic?”
“No.”
“Did you wash it?”
Trowa nodded. “Almost immediately.”
“Good. Hopefully it was quick enough to removed the residue. Throw the towel in a trash bag, just in case any of the poison got on it.”
Quatre tossed it into a bag the braided man held open and stepped back. “Now what?”
Duo sealed it shut. “All we can do is wait and see if a rash appears. If it does, we slather you with some anti-itch stuff, if not, you're clear.”
“How long does it take for the rash to show up?”
“Four to ten hours.”
Quatre pursed his lips and sat in the lawn chair that he'd begged Trowa to bring, not wanting to sit on the bug infested ground. He pulled his knees to his chest and pressed his forehead to them. “My life sucks.”
Duo chuckled. “It's not that bad, Quat. I've had poison ivy before... Okay, the itching totally sucks, but it goes away sooner or later.”
He looked up as a plate with a steaming steak and corn, along with a bowl of salad, were held before him. He suddenly realized he was ravenous and took the offered food, devouring it with gusto and forgetting his anger. The meat was perfect and he savored every bite. After finishing, he set his plate and bowl aside, wiping his mouth.
“Everything was very good.”
Wufei tipped his head in gratitude. “Thank you.”
Trowa grabbed his plate to add it to the others that needed washing and Quatre put his right hand to his arm, making sure to keep his left held to him so as not to spread any of the poison in case it remained on his left. “I'm sorry for going off on you.”
He smiled and winked. “No worries.”
He sat back in his chair and blinked as an unfolded wire hanger was shoved in his face by a grinning Duo. He took it slowly.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Roast marshmallows for s'mores.”
Quatre perked up as Heero produced the graham crackers and chocolate bars while Duo passed the bag of marshmallows. Quatre watched the others and put it on his hanger before holding it over the fire. Chocolate, in his mind, made everything better.
“Do you plan on taking over your father's business?”
He looked to Heero. “No. I mean, I could if I wanted to, but it would bore me to tears and,” he raised a shoulder, “most of his associates and customers don't like me. They think I'm flighty and brainless.” He turned his marshmallow to roast the other side. “I graduated at the top of my class, but they don't see the major in business. They get turned off by the minor in design.”
Heero tilted his head to the side. “I didn't know you were a designer.”
He smiled. “I haven't gone public yet. Just about everything I wear, though, is my own design.”
Heero nodded appreciatively as he pulled his marshmallow from the fire and laid it on the waiting chocolate and cracker. “What does your father think about that?”
He shrugged and fixed his own s'more. “He's happy if I'm happy. We all knew years ago Iria would be the one taking over the business.” He took a bite and wiped the errant melting chocolate from his chin.
“What about you? I've heard you were adopted.”
He nodded. “When I was seven.”
“What were your biological parents like?”
Wufei and Duo tensed as they looked to their lover. Hooded blue eyes gazed into the fire. “Negligent for the most part, when they weren't drunk or high.” He fell silent for a long moment before shrugging and looking to Quatre. “Greg adopting me was the best thing that could have happened.”
He pushed to his feet and grabbed a beer from the cooler. “Anyone else want one?”
All but Quatre said yes, which was no surprise to anyone. He busied himself with finishing his s'more and making another.
“I'm sorry if I pressed too much, Heero.”
He shook his head. “Don't worry about it.”
The night progressed in cheerful conversation and laughter, but Duo and Wufei could tell Heero's mind was only half in the present, and they were determined to break through the wall. They moved outside of camp to relieved themselves and before they returned, Duo pulled Wufei to his chest for a deep kiss. He pulled away and ran his fingers through Wufei's hair.
“I really like him, Fei.”
He nodded, somewhat distracted by the tingles running down his spine from Duo's ministrations. “Me too.”
Duo smirked and released Wufei. “His parents were negligent and his last lovers betrayed him. What say we go show him how important he is?”
Obsidian eyes lit up and he smirked. “I'd say that's a great idea.”
They returned to camp to find Quatre and Trowa snuggling and Heero working on finishing his fifth beer. Duo sat behind him and laid his chin on his shoulder while Wufei knelt in front of him and took the beer, finishing it in one gulp. Duo kissed at his neck and Wufei ran his hands up his thighs.
“What's this all of a sudden?”
Duo nipped at his ear. “You looked lonely.”
He smiled softly and leaned back into Duo's chest, watching as Wufei slid his hands further up his thighs to his hips before the Chinese man raised to his knees. He dropped his lips to Heero's briefly before pulling back and gazing into darkening sapphire eyes. He kissed him the same way and Heero's brows drew together, tilting his head slightly to the side.
Duo attacked his neck while Wufei plundered his lips with a kiss that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through him to coil in his groin. His moan was lost within the cavern of Wufei's mouth and he raised one hand to bury it in raven locks while the other gripped Duo's hip.
Quatre raised an eyebrow as Wufei's hands slid up the front of Heero's shirt. “They gonna go at it right in front of us?” he whispered.
Violet eyes sparkled as they glanced to the pair and he moved his hand to fondle Heero through his jeans. He arched into the touch, gasping softly. Wufei trailed his lips down Heero's jawline and he let his head fall back to Duo's shoulder as he gasped for breath.
Quatre bit his lip at the erotic display. He knew he should get up and leave them to their privacy, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. It seemed Trowa was in the same boat because all his did was tighten his hold on him.
Wufei pulled back enough to rip Heero's shirt off and replace his fingers with his lips on the dusky nipples. Duo's hand wormed it's way into his jeans and he thrust into the warm palm. His hands fell to Wufei's shoulders, gripping tightly as he was lost to the ministrations of the other two.
Wufei left one erect nipple to move to the other. He took it gently between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it several times, lips curving up at the hitch in Heero's breath. He replaced his teeth with his lips and sucked it into his mouth, pulling an agonized moan from the man.
Duo sucked hard on the juncture between his neck and shoulder and Heero cried out softly as he began trembling with need. The braided man glanced over to see Quatre rubbing himself and Trowa thrusting against him from behind as they watched.
He smirked and winked as he pressed his lips to Heero's ear. “Let's take this somewhere more private,” he whispered. He wouldn't have minded going at it in front of the pair, but Wufei would have been mortified once the passion faded and he came back to himself.
Heero was too far gone to translate what was said and he whimpered as the hands left him. Duo chuckled softly and lifted him from the ground, carrying him into their tent. Wufei zipped the flap closed and stripped his shirt off as Duo laid Heero on the air mattress and proceeded to kiss him silly.
Wufei tugged Heero's pants and boxers off and crawled up his body, laying kisses to his inner thighs but ignoring the straining erection. Duo raised up to his elbows and trailed his fingers over Heero's flushed face and swollen lips.
“Damn you're beautiful.” He looked down to Wufei and motioned for him to get on the other side of Heero before he pushed the Japanese man to his side. He slid down and kissed Heero's hip, lifting his leg so his foot planted on the mattress.
Wufei met his eyes and smiled as he took a similar position at Heero's front. They shared a quick kiss before Duo lay down on his side, feet hanging off the end of the mattress as he massaged Heero's thigh and laid kisses on his ass. Wufei ran his hand lightly over Heero's erection, causing shivers and thrusts for more contact.
Duo held his hip still and spread his cheeks, placing his tongue at the top of the crevice. He ran it down, lightly teasing the entrance. Heero gripped at the sheets, panting softly. A cry escaped him as Duo's tongue plunged in at the same time as Wufei took the tip of his erection in his mouth. Duo held him still while Wufei cupped his sac and tweaked a nipple, bobbing his head on his length as if it was the sweetest treat he'd ever had.
His body shook as every nerve seemed to be humming with pleasure. He curled trembling arms over his head and gasped for breath. Suddenly, he was swallowed whole and his back arched.
“I c-can't...” he gasped breathlessly.
Wufei raised up but continued to stroke him. “What do you want?” he asked, voice low and sultry.
Heero reached for him and pulled him up, crushing their lips together. He moaned as he tasted himself on the perfect lips and tongue. He slid his hand over Wufei's hip and ran his finger over his entrance. Tremors ran through him as Duo continued to tongue-fuck him.
“Duo.”
The braided man raised up and moved to slide his erection along the sensitive opening. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.”
He smiled and moved off the mattress to grab the lube. He knelt beside it and pulled Heero until his ass was at the edge. “Stretch Fei,” he ordered huskily as he poured lube into his hand and handed the tube to Heero.
Wufei shifted so Heero could reach him and braced his hands on his knees as a finger worked into him. He rocked back on it, fighting to keep quiet so he could hear Heero's gasps of pleasure as Duo stretched him. He couldn't hold back the moan or jerk of his hips as Heero's fingers pressed against his prostate.
“I'm ready.”
“Me too,” Heero agreed softly.
Wufei turned as the fingers were removed and watched Duo's length sink into Heero. The braided man covered Heero's erection with lubrication and took Wufei's arm, positioning him to straddle the Japanese man with his back to Duo. He dropped down on his erection in one quick thrust.
Heero's teeth clenched as he was suddenly engulfed in tight heat and he barely kept himself from cumming. All three held still, chests heaving as they tried to calm themselves.
Duo pulled Heero's legs over his shoulders and pulled out slowly. He gripped Wufei's hips and directed his movements so they moved in sync, Wufei dropping down as Duo plunged in. Heero gripped Wufei's legs, as he was unable to do anything else, and tried to calm his breathing as he was rode and filled.
Wufei felt Duo's hand slip away to grip Heero's thighs and pound into him ruthlessly. Wufei rode harder, slamming down so the length inside him hit his sweet spot on every thrust. Heero tossed his head from side to side, sure he was going to die from overload. He threw one arm over his eyes, fairly screaming as his orgasm washed over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy. His heels dug into Duo's back as he emptied himself into Wufei in erratic thrusts.
Wufei wrapped his hand over his length as Heero's back arched and it only took two pulls on his aching need to tip him over the edge. He rode out his climax and dropped his forehead to Heero's quickly rising and falling chest. Gentle fingers ran through his hair as they continued jerking due to Duo's pounding.
Wufei pulled off of Heero and laid down quickly on his stomach to hold the cum in. He reached his arm around Duo and massaged his entrance. With a growl, he climaxed, staring down into half-lidded eyes as Heero watched him. One arm was lying palm up just over his head while the other hand swirled fingertips through the cum Wufei had left behind on his stomach.
It was the damn sexiest thing Duo had ever seen. He slid out of Heero and all but collapsed next to him on the bed. He slid upward, pulling the Japanese man with him and tugging on Wufei's arm. The Chinese man settled on the other side of Heero and they tangled their arms and legs around him.
He stared at the roof of the tent, chewing his lips as Wufei tucked his head under his chin and Duo placed a kiss to the top of his head. He released a breath and licked his swollen lips.
“They were addicts,” he began softly. The arms around him tightened, his lovers remaining quiet as he paused to gather his thoughts. “A dealer shorted them... by a lot. Instead of trying to get the drugs or their money back, they decided to kill him.”
He closed his eyes. “It wasn't just a simple killing, either. They carved him up. Laughed as he lost one limb at a time and screamed from the pain...” He shook his head, trying to throw away the memories of watching the man die slowly. “I ran next door and called the police as he died.”
The tent fell silent for several minutes before Duo raised up and brushed Heero's bangs from his forehead. Blue eyes slit open and he smiled softly. “I've said it before, but... you're a damn strong guy, Heero.”
He snorted. “I was terrified.”
“You were seven?” He nodded and Duo shook his head. “Most seven year olds would have been too scared to call the police on their own parents, but you did.”
He raised a shoulder. “He wasn't a great guy, but he didn't deserve to die like that.” He looked from violet eyes to obsidian. “Anyway, that's why they're in jail.” His lovers snuggled back to him, holding tightly.
“Thank you,” Wufei said quietly, “for trusting us enough to open up.”
Heero closed his eyes. “You make it easy to trust you.”
Several minutes of silence passed before Duo broke it. “Are we going to clean up or are we sleeping in the mess?”
“Sleeping in it,” two tired voices answered.
TBC....
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