Physical Therepy

"God, Duo, I don't think I've met anyone as tight as you."

"You'd be this tight too if you were forced to stay in the same position for hours on end."

"Have you ever considered stretching yourself once in awhile?"

"And miss out on this? Mmm, Trowa, that's so goo-AAH! Too far!"

"You know, guys, if I wasn't sitting here watching you, I'd probably be highly jealous by now."

"Oh c'mon, Quat - unh - I know *pant* you're enjoying this."

A soft chuckle preceded Quatre's agreement, "Yes, I am".

*****
Heero walked into the livingroom, bypassing Duo on the floor panting and with his legs in the air, and sat on the couch next to Quatre. Trowa, face slightly pinked from exertion, nodded in greeting from his perch above Duo. Heero raised an eyebrow at the voice recorder sitting on Quatre's lap and took a sip of his morning coffee. "Do I even want to know what you're going to do with that?"

"My sister's taking a dictation class for her legal assistant studies. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't support her by providing her with interesting practice material?"

Trowa glanced up to the couch, "One that values the life of his lover. I know if Cathy heard this out of context she'd skin me alive for hurting you - I don't want your sisters trying to sick the Maganuac Army on me to avenge your honor".

"Don't worry, Baby, I'll protect you from all those mean and scary females," Quatre smirked, earning himself a small glare from Trowa and dissolving Duo into convulsive, breathless laughter.

"Oh man, that's rich." Duo's laughter settled down and he took a couple of deep calming breaths before looking up to Trowa. "Okay, I'm ready. You can try to push it deeper now." A mischievous gleam sparked in Trowa's eyes as he complied. "Nnnnugh, fuuuuuuck! Keep going, I can take it!"

Heero shook his head at the sight of his friends writhing, moaning, and grunting on the floor in front of him. Drama queen. "So, I take it classes are going well?"

"Quite. I should have my Physical Therapy license in a couple weeks." He smirked down at his friend, "Then you'll have to pay good money to be with me".

"Aww, Tro, I thought we were buds," Duo pouted.

The sound of a throat clearing directed everyone to the room's newest occupant. "You about done with him, Barton?"

"Hm. I suppose I've stretched him enough. You're up, Wufei," Trowa conceeded, lowering Duo's leg to the floor.

"On your stomach, Maxwell," Wufei commanded before straddling Duo's legs and moving his braid off his back, attacking the knotted muscles in front of him.

"Jesus, 'Fei! Do you have to be so harsh?"

"Quit your whining, or I'll bring my toys down here."

"Oh no you don't - you're not getting anywhere near me with those torture devices of yours!"

Wufei huffed indignantly, "I'll have you know I am quite skilled, and most find the process quite enjoyable".

"Just - just use your hands please. I'm not all that comfortable around needles, y'know what I mean?"

"Suit yourself."

"Mmm, that's fantastic, 'Fei, don't stop. Oh! Right there! Do it harder! Shit yes!"

"Hope you appreciate this, Sis. Good luck with your class! Miss and Love you!" Quatre spoke into the recorder before shutting it off.