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fic date: 20 July 2003
Wired, for Your Viewing Pleasure.
Category: bawdy humour/lemon
Rating: NC17
Legal Mumbo Jumbo: The Gundam Wing series and characters are copyrighted to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency. The characters of these works are used WITHOUT permission strictly for entertainment and not for sale or profit. I just borrow the charas, aged them up and torment them a bit for my own guilty pleasure. They are about 22 here, because it squicks me to write about 15 year olds doing these stuff!
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A persistent banging woke Quatre from his blissful slumber. He rolled onto his back and pulled the covers over his head, mumbling a sleepy “Go away.” The banging did not subside, and truth be told it became even more persistent and violent. Quatre scowled, and tossing the covers aside he stomped to the bedroom door, cursing colourfully in Arabic, promising to rip out the intruder’s innards and feed it to a herd of flea bitten camels before five minutes was over.
He flung the door open and glared malevolently. “WHAT?!” he snarled.
Duo was hopping from one foot to the next, his mood buoyant as ever, braid swinging and slapping against his ass. Duo’s cheerful smile widened as he spun around on his feet, not noticing the scowl on Quatre’s face.
“Oi, oi, sleepyhead! It’s 2:00 PM already, you promised to go to the Mall with …” D exu exuberant greeting died on his lips as his eyes went huge. He noticed three things in rapid succession:
[1] there was an awful stench emanating from the bedroom – a mixture of stale sweat and what could only be described as condensed fish soup,
[2] Quatre Winner was a natural blond, and
[3] there was an impressive splash of dried semen peeling and caking on Quatre’s otherwise smooth midsection.
Duo blinked, his grin frozen in place. His eyes continued its morbid southbound journey and stopped at Quatre’s legs.
//Four,// he corrected himself.
[4] the ex-Gundam pilot and current Mr. Bigwig of Winner Corporation was leaking copious amount of what could only be love seed down his slender legs.
“…”
Quatre slapped his forehead and groaned. “Oh God! I’m so sorry, Duo … I must have overslept. Gimme ten minutes and I’ll be with you.”
“Make it thirty,” a smooth voice interjected. “Hello, Duo.”
Duo’s jaw dropped, and his eyes went absolutely HUGE as a butt naked Trowa nonchalantly strolled into view and draped his arms around the smaller blond. Quatre gave a happy squeak as Trowa nibbled his ear.
“T-T-Trowa …,” Quatre purred as he wriggled sinuously in the taller man’s arms. Trowa winked at Duo and whispered something to Quatre which made the blond blush and gasped breathily, “Trowa!”
That broke Duo out of his paralysis. He felt a hot flush surging to his face. “No … no problem you guys. Take thirty minutes … whatever ... er, I’ll be by the poolside. Er …I’ll see you!”
He spun on his feet and dashed like a bat out of hell from the door. The last thing he saw was Trowa lifting the blond to straddle his waist before the door was slammed shut.
***
Duo did not go to the poolside. Instead he made a beeline to Heero’s room and barged in without knocking. He slammed the door shut behind him and sank to the floor. Heero looked up from whatever he was doing on his ever-present laptop, and quickly closed a few windows on the screen. He raised an eyebrow at his best buddy.
“Duo?”
Duo got on all fours, panting heavily. Heero regarded him solemnly; the young man reminded him of an overworked sheepdog with his heavy bangs obscuring his face.
“Bloody hell, Heero! I just saw the damnest thing.” Duo exclaimed as he rolled over onto his back and threw an arm over his eyes.
“Hmm?” Heero crossed his legs and folded his arms.
“Quatre … Trowa …” Duo racked his brain for the right thing to say but drew a blank. He opened and shut his mouth a couple of time. He settled for a crude gesture with his free arm.
Silence, followed by a low chuckle.
“So, did you get an eyeful?” Heero sniggered.
“Wha – ?”
“Oh boy, you are dimmer than a 10 watts light bulb, Duo.” Heero snorted with laughter at Duo’s poleaxed expression.
“Huh?”
Heero chuckled as he tore open a pack of snack and shoved a handful of crisps into his mouth. “They had been at it like rabid bunnies since we arrived here three days ago. Caught them in the garage – over the seat of that monster bike, no less.”
Duo’s mouth sagged in disbelief. A joking Heero Yuy was a relatively new concept. Looked like the intensive personality implant therapy worked after all.
“I guess that was Trowa’s way of saying Thank You. After all, it’s not everyday someone buys you such an expensive state of the art bike.” Heero munched thoughtfully. “What an agile couple.” He added as an afterthought.
“Over … the seat … of the bike, you say?” Duo gurgled weakly. He peeked from under his arm. “You bastard, why didn’t you tell me? I rode that bike yesterday … ugh! Ack, this is too much. I mean … my ass was probably on the same spot where they …,” Images of Quatre and Trowa intertwined in various seemingly impossible positions came unbidden to his mind. His overactive imagination supplied the sound effects; Quatre’s breathless “T-T-Trowa!” took number one spot. Duo whimpered softly and curled into a ball.
“Oi, oi, I didn’t know you are homophobic. Chill out, Maxwell.” Heero said mildly, though there was nothing mild about his expression.
Duo started, and leapt to his feet. He waved his arms furiously. “No no no no no, not at all! It’s just that it’s kinda a shock for me, yanno?” He began pacing the room. “I know they are close, best buddies and all that, but …,” he paused, facing Heero, curled his left fist and began pumping the fore and middle fingers of his right hand into the tunnel made by his left fist. Heero almost choked on his crisps, and howled with laughter.
Duo wondered what the therapist had pumped into Heero’s veins. He seemed to be getting an overdose of the happies. Gone was the taciturn Mr. I-Will-Kill-You-and-Let’s-Self-Destruct.
“Oh yeah, they’d been at it for ages, didn’t you know?” Heero snorted into his hands.
“Huh?”
“Probably all the way back since they were 15.”
“Say what?! FIFTEEN?” Duo’s mouth sagged. He grabbed his braid and began to chew on it rabidly.
Heero cocked an eyebrow. He tossed the empty crisp packet aside and rummaged in his drawer. He straightened and tossed a can to Duo. “Here, have a beer. We might as well chill out. They’ll probably take another hour.”
* * * * * * * * *
60 minutes later…
“Yo, Heero. What’s taking them so long?”
“Hn.”
Duo grabbed his fourth can of beer and worried at the pull ring. He downed the beer in record time and belched softly. “Are they coming or not?” He made a face as soon as the words spilled out of his mouth. “Argh.”
Heero smirked and tapped his keyboards. “Let’s check it out.”
“Huh? No way I’m going there, man.”
Heero turned on his seat and beckoned at him, grinning slyly. “Come here,”
“What?”
“Come on.”
Duo swung his legs off the bed and trotted over to Heero’s side. His eyes went wide as saucers and his jaw dropped. “Well, I’ll be … Holy shit!”
Heero snickered as his fingers tapped rapidly across his keyboards. The picture on his screen sharpened. “Ask, and you shall receive, Maxwell.” He sat back and crossed his arms, chuckling softly.
On the screen, in glorious technicolour, the unmistakable figures of ex-pilots 03 and 04 were engaged in enthusiastic nookies in the shower. They seemed to be fused together at the mouth, and Trowa’s hands were mauling the slender blond mercilessly, groins grinding against each other. Trowa’s right hand moved lower, grabbing at Quatre’s butt, squeezing the flesh rhythmically before dipping between the cheeks. Quatre rubbed himself against the brunet, like a cat on heat.
Duo gaped, morbidly fascinated. He elbowed Heero in the ribs, urging him to move over. Heero slid aside to make room for his wide-eyed best buddy.
“Our boys are certainly busy,” Duo croaked after a lengthy silence, eyes glued to the screen. Trowa was doing something kinky to Quatre’s nipple, making the blond jerk spasmodically. “Do you have audio?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Heero deadpanned. His fingers flew across the keyboards.
“T-Trowa …,” Quatre’s voice purred through the speakers. Duo and Heero looked at each other and grinned. “Oh … oh … oh …”
“Vocal one, our Quatre.”
“Shush. It’ll get better.”
“Trowa,” Quatre whispered coyly, his hands moving up the plane of Trowa’s chest to link behind his neck. He opened his mouth, tongue flickering out seductively. He licked the droplets of water off Trowa’s cheek, slowly moving down to the taller man’s neck and collarbone. He pressed himself against Trowa’s thigh and began sliding up and down. Up and down. Up, down. Up, down. His rubbed himself into a frenzy, eyes partially shut, mouth slack in an orgasmic “O”.
“He’s definitely enjoying himself.” Duo smirked.
“Aa.” Heero casually draped an arm around Duo’s shoulder.
Trowa hissed and flung a hand against the shower stall to steady himself. Quatre arched his back as he writhed erotically against the brunet. He moaned as Trowa’s fingers tweaked his right nipple – sofard,ard, soft, hard, and harder. Trowa gently turned his head to the side, and ran his tongue up the length of his throat, lapping and sucking hard at the milky pale skin. Dark red marks bloomed upon his wake. Quatre’s moans filled the room, in counterpoint to Trowa’s raspy breathing.
“Atta boy, Quatre.”
“Shut up, Duo.” Heero chewed on his knuckles, eyes glued to the screen.
Presently, Quatre abandoned his frenzied frottaging. He ran his hands slowly down the brunet’s sides before coming to rest on his hips. He stood on his tippy toes and looked at Trowa with a keen expression. He nuzzled against the taller man’s neck and mouthed something. Trowa smiled at him indulgently. Heero and Duo watched in fascination as the blond suddenly sank to his knees. His tongue darted out, moistening his swollen lips. He smiled bashfully and placed his left hand on Trowa’s balls, his right around his cock. He leaned forward, and teased the slit at the tip at the end with his tongue, before sliding his mouth over the head.
“God, Quatre …” Trowa murmured as his fingers caught in the blond’s hair and guided him down the shaft. “Mmmm.”
Quatre started at the head, moving up and down, each time taking it a few centimetres lower – slowly, not rushing. His right hand rotated gently around the shaft as Trowa hummed in ecstasy. Duo felt his face burn in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He was getting turned on big time. Quatre seemed to be an expert at long and slow cocksucking.
Suddenly Quatre pulled back and smiled. He licked his lips and without warning lunged forward and swallowed Trowa’s hard cock in a single gulp down to the root. Trowa staggered and hissed sharply.
“WOAH!” Heero exclaimed, almost jumping off the chair and wrenching Duo’s braid in reflex.
“Owwww!” Duo yelled as his head collided against Heero’s.
Quatre’s head bobbed up and down as he mechanically worked his mouth over Trowa’s cock. The brunet shuddered violently, and began to start thrusting his hips and fucking Quatre\'s face with his cock. He grabbed the back of the blond\'s head and pushed his cock all the way to the hilt inside Quatre’s mouth. The blond suckled greedily, eyes shut in rapture. Trowa’s harsh breathing filled the room as Quatre swallowed him again and again, throat muscles moving around him. Thirty, forty, fifty seconds.
One minute.
Two minutes.
The voyeurs clutched at each other, wide-eyed as they drooled at the visual display.
“Oh. My. God.”
“Damn. Way to go, Quatre.” Heero said in awe. He wound his fingers into Duo’s braids.
“Heero! That hurts.”
“Hn.”
Trowa hauled Quatre up brusquely. The blond opened his mouth to speak but Trowa pinned him against the wall and silenced him with a kiss. Quatre’s eyes slid shut, his fingers clawing at his lover’s arms even as the brunet kissed him deeply, their tongues battling inside Quatre’s mouth.
Duo wiped the sweat off his brows; this was getting way too hot. He peered intently at the screen, his mouth dry and his heart beating nineteen to the dozen. He fidgeted, trying to shift his hard-on to a less painful position without Heero noticing. //Bad move, Duo// he groaned mentally as his erection became harder.
Trowa pulled back momentarily, breaking the kiss. Quatre moaned and made a desperate grab for his lover. Trowa chuckled, batting his hands aside before grabbing him by his bare butt and lifted him easily to straddle his hips. Quatre’s hands automatically reached out for the chrome shower spout, his slender legs wrapped around Trowa’s well muscled torso with a practised ease.
“Oh god, Quatre. You’re so beautiful …,”
The two shameless voyeurs listened to Trowa’s laboured breathing as the brunet ran his hands up and down Quatre’s sides. The blond clung to the spout tightly for dear life, as Trowa continued to grope and grind against him, hands firmly cupping the blond’s pert arse. Quatre was making small, breathless sounds of pleasure as he arched his back sinuously and rubbed himself against Trowa’s abs. Trowa released his grip, and looked at his breathless lover for long moments and gave him a slow sensuous smile.
“Uuaagh!” Duo moaned weakly as Trowa placed a thumb in his own mouth, sucking it suggestively, and then running it over Quatre’s lips, before finally pushing it into his mouth. Quatre sucked at the digit enthusiastically, the wet slurping sound could be heard loud and clear in the room.
In fact, the heavy breathing was getting too loud, and Duo belatedly realised it was his and Heero’s. He looked sideways at his comrade in crime. Heero had a glazed look on his face, one hand gripping Duo’s shoulder and the other twisting autonomously in Duo’s braid. Sweat beaded on his forehead, plastering his bangs to the skin. Duo tore his gaze away from the seemingly catatonic Heero, back to the hot man-on-man action on screen.
“Fuck me, Trowa!” Quatre screamed.
“JESUS!” Duo swore, his elbow slipping off the table and he collapsed onto Heero’s lap. His hand shot out to break his fall and it grazed against his buddy’s … very … stiff … dick. Duo’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
“Fuck me NOW!” The blond demanded, as he shoved his hand between their bodies and made a grab for Trowa’s cock.
Duo clamped a hand over his mouth as an ear splitting scream echoed through the room. He peered from under his bangs and let out a startled yelp when Heero’s hand fell on his waist, nails digging into his flesh. He couldn’t see the screen, but became aware of several things:
[1] he was half lying on Mr. Self-Destruct’s lap; one hand over his mouth and the other on his buddy’s erection,
[2] Heero had not shot him for not removing the said hand pronto,
[3] Heero was holding him with an iron grip, and
[4] from the sound of it, Quatre was getting his demands fulfilled.
Duo sat up slowly. Heero was obviously turned on. One of his hands was gripping Duo hard, and the other had snaked into his own trousers. Heero was blatantly touching himself. Duo almost forgot to breathe, he was horny as hell, and from the look of it so was Heero.
On the screen, Quatre was frantically impaling himself upon Trowa’s cock, grinding up and down, hands grabbing and slipping on the chrome spout. “Quatre … oh fuck, oh fuck,” Trowa groaned as he pumped energetically into his exceedingly responsive lover. Quatre bucked vigorously, matching his lover thrust by thrust. He threw back his head, one hand on Trowa’s shoulder now, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah…” Quatre’s cries reached a crescendo as his head jerked forward and his eyes flew open. Trowa drove harder and faster, one hand clamped around the blond’s waist, the other moving in a blur over Quatre’s cock, their bodies pistoning frantically.
“Oh, oh,” Quatre cried out, his body arching. “Darling! Oh, darling! I’m going, I’m going!”
Trowa hissed, his legs trembled with effort from keeping the blond from heaving himself off their connection. Quatre ejaculated against Trowa’s hand. The creamy seed splattered messily over his chest and body, his cries of bliss loud and brazen. Trowa cried out, his legs giving way at last. Quatre’s fists slipped from the chrome spout and they collapsed to the floor, the water around them, the steam rising. Quatre’s arms wound around Trowa, pulling the brunet hard against him as they both raced towards orgasm.
* * * * * * *
Unnoticed by the voyeurs, Quatre stared directly at the micro-camera hidden in the ceiling of the shower stall and stuck his tongue out. Heero Yuy was getting sloppy with his surveillance devices.
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“Hot damn,” Duo whispered hoarsely as he stared at the screen. The two lovebirds were now nuzzling against each other, basking in their afterglow. His hard-on screamed for relief, and he decided that a quick appointment with Mrs. Palm and her five daughters were in order. Preferably in the next thirty seconds.
He looked sideways at Heero. Heero had his own hand shoved inside his trousers, coolly tossing off. All those years running around in spandex gear (which left nothing to the imagination) and the extended time they’d spent together had made him uninhibited before his best buddy. Hell, Duo thought, it’s not as if he’d never seen Heero doing it before; teenaged boys and their raging hormones had a tendency to do weird things together. In fact, he and Heero had done more than their fair share of comparing their assets and abilities …
His hard-on throbbed. Mrs. Palm can’t wait. Duo shifted around to face Heero. He grinned and said with a phoney lightness, “I gotta go jack off. Mind if I use your bathroom?”
Heero turned and gave him a steady look. “Duo …”
“Huh?”
Heero’s leaned close to his ear. “Make me soft. Please.”
Duo almost had a heart attack on the spot. He jerked as Heero tugged him gently. He looked at his buddy’s intent face and thought, why the hell not? After all, he liked Heero, and what are best buddies for?
“No problem,” he croaked and nodded dumbly as Heero took his hand and put it over his turgid hard-on. Duo made short work with the button and zipper of Heero’s trousers and plunged his sweaty palm inside.
“Ow,” Heero scrabbled on his desk and pushed a tube of hand lotion towards him. “Put that on.”
Duo did as he was told.
“That better?” he asked, his fingers wrapped around Heero, hand moving up and down, slowly at first, then faster as he picked up a beat.
“Aa.” Heero’s breath felt hot and moist against his skin. Duo shuddered. Heero’s right arm snaked around his back, his left clamped across his waist. He leaned against Duo and rested his chin on Duo’s shoulder, cheek to cheek. Duo felt the grip around his middle tighten. His hard-on strained in his trousers and Heero’s wandering hands sent a throbbing surge of pleasure through his groin.
“Heero?”
“Hmm …?”
“We may have a problem,”
“So I noticed.” Heero deadpanned.
Duo blinked. His braid was unravelling around him and he gave an undignified yelp as Heero tackled him bodily to the floor. “Argh! Heero, you could just ask!” he stammered.
“Clothes. Off.”
A series of tugging and wriggling and grunting ensued.
“Wha … JESUS!” Duo gasped, as Heero began to rub his entire body over his. // This is definitely better than Mrs. Palm. // He grinned goofily. Heero’s breath was harsh in his ear as their rock hard cocks rubbed together. It felt downright fantastic.
Heero twisted his fists into Duo’s hair and increased his speed. Heero’s sweat dripped on him as they continued to grind against each other. Without warning, he reached around and grabbed Heero’s butt. Heero looked at him in the face and smirked.
They picked up their tempo, both gasping and swearing, their bodies slick with sweat. Duo bucked under him and was rewarded by a moan. Hell, Heero started this and he might as well enjoy the ride. He reached up and grabbed Heero’s head and kissed him hard. Their teeth clattered together, and he forced his tongue into Heero’s mouth. Heero gave a muffled cry as he drained himself over Duo’s belly and chest. His head snapped up as he looked at Duo in complete surprise. Duo grinned at him but the grin quickly faded as Heero lifted himself from his body.
“Oi, oi. Not fair.” Duo complained. “Just because you had your pleasure you can’t tease me and leave!” His cock throbbed with unfulfilled need.
“Who’s leaving?” Heero teased. He tugged at Duo’s hair playfully and grabbed him, his slender fingers wrapping around the supine boy’s cock. Duo made a choking noise and tried to sit up. “Lie down.” Heero ordered as he pushed Duo back down. Duo closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
“OH MY GOD!” Duo yelled as something wet and warm engulfed his engorged member. His eyes snapped open. Heero was sucking him long and hard, bringing him to a state of utter frenzy. He hollered Heero’s name over and over until he was hoarse, not caring if everybody within a five miles radius could hear him. The pressure was boiling up within him and he came with a sharp cry. “Bloody hell, Heero …” he croaked weakly as Heero crawled up his body, smirking and wiping a hand across his mouth. “You could have warned me!” He stared at the ceiling, waiting for his body to clam down.
Presently Heero laughed and tweaked his bangs. “You OK?”
Duo frowned, and then chuckled lightly. He poked Heero in the ribs. “More than OK. Are we done?”
Heero nodded. “Yeah, for now.” He got to his feet and pulled Duo up. “C’mon, let’s get dressed before the lovebirds wondered what happened to us.”
Duo grinned and cuffed Heero lightly on the head. “Hell yeah. Let’s go.”
* * * * * * *
Outside the room, Quatre’s fist froze in the act of knocking the door. He grinned and turned to face Trowa.
“You owe me 200 bucks, Trowa.”
Trowa smiled indulgently at his lover. “Hm, I should have known better than make a bet with you. Can I pay with my body?”
Quatre snickered. “Now?”
Trowa rolled his eyes in mock horror. “Insatiable brat. C’mon, just knock. We don’t want to be late. Ask them if they are coming.”
Quatre burst out giggling. “Oh, I’m sure they have. I’m sure they have.”
~ Fin ~
© Scourgify Sunday, 20 July 2003
A/N: Anyone who had to share a house with boys/men would know how crude and unsexy these creatures really are when there are no females around. I believe my ex-housemates thought of me as a token boy. Ah, well.
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Wired, for Your Viewing Pleasure.
Category: bawdy humour/lemon
Rating: NC17
Legal Mumbo Jumbo: The Gundam Wing series and characters are copyrighted to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency. The characters of these works are used WITHOUT permission strictly for entertainment and not for sale or profit. I just borrow the charas, aged them up and torment them a bit for my own guilty pleasure. They are about 22 here, because it squicks me to write about 15 year olds doing these stuff!
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A persistent banging woke Quatre from his blissful slumber. He rolled onto his back and pulled the covers over his head, mumbling a sleepy “Go away.” The banging did not subside, and truth be told it became even more persistent and violent. Quatre scowled, and tossing the covers aside he stomped to the bedroom door, cursing colourfully in Arabic, promising to rip out the intruder’s innards and feed it to a herd of flea bitten camels before five minutes was over.
He flung the door open and glared malevolently. “WHAT?!” he snarled.
Duo was hopping from one foot to the next, his mood buoyant as ever, braid swinging and slapping against his ass. Duo’s cheerful smile widened as he spun around on his feet, not noticing the scowl on Quatre’s face.
“Oi, oi, sleepyhead! It’s 2:00 PM already, you promised to go to the Mall with …” D exu exuberant greeting died on his lips as his eyes went huge. He noticed three things in rapid succession:
[1] there was an awful stench emanating from the bedroom – a mixture of stale sweat and what could only be described as condensed fish soup,
[2] Quatre Winner was a natural blond, and
[3] there was an impressive splash of dried semen peeling and caking on Quatre’s otherwise smooth midsection.
Duo blinked, his grin frozen in place. His eyes continued its morbid southbound journey and stopped at Quatre’s legs.
//Four,// he corrected himself.
[4] the ex-Gundam pilot and current Mr. Bigwig of Winner Corporation was leaking copious amount of what could only be love seed down his slender legs.
“…”
Quatre slapped his forehead and groaned. “Oh God! I’m so sorry, Duo … I must have overslept. Gimme ten minutes and I’ll be with you.”
“Make it thirty,” a smooth voice interjected. “Hello, Duo.”
Duo’s jaw dropped, and his eyes went absolutely HUGE as a butt naked Trowa nonchalantly strolled into view and draped his arms around the smaller blond. Quatre gave a happy squeak as Trowa nibbled his ear.
“T-T-Trowa …,” Quatre purred as he wriggled sinuously in the taller man’s arms. Trowa winked at Duo and whispered something to Quatre which made the blond blush and gasped breathily, “Trowa!”
That broke Duo out of his paralysis. He felt a hot flush surging to his face. “No … no problem you guys. Take thirty minutes … whatever ... er, I’ll be by the poolside. Er …I’ll see you!”
He spun on his feet and dashed like a bat out of hell from the door. The last thing he saw was Trowa lifting the blond to straddle his waist before the door was slammed shut.
***
Duo did not go to the poolside. Instead he made a beeline to Heero’s room and barged in without knocking. He slammed the door shut behind him and sank to the floor. Heero looked up from whatever he was doing on his ever-present laptop, and quickly closed a few windows on the screen. He raised an eyebrow at his best buddy.
“Duo?”
Duo got on all fours, panting heavily. Heero regarded him solemnly; the young man reminded him of an overworked sheepdog with his heavy bangs obscuring his face.
“Bloody hell, Heero! I just saw the damnest thing.” Duo exclaimed as he rolled over onto his back and threw an arm over his eyes.
“Hmm?” Heero crossed his legs and folded his arms.
“Quatre … Trowa …” Duo racked his brain for the right thing to say but drew a blank. He opened and shut his mouth a couple of time. He settled for a crude gesture with his free arm.
Silence, followed by a low chuckle.
“So, did you get an eyeful?” Heero sniggered.
“Wha – ?”
“Oh boy, you are dimmer than a 10 watts light bulb, Duo.” Heero snorted with laughter at Duo’s poleaxed expression.
“Huh?”
Heero chuckled as he tore open a pack of snack and shoved a handful of crisps into his mouth. “They had been at it like rabid bunnies since we arrived here three days ago. Caught them in the garage – over the seat of that monster bike, no less.”
Duo’s mouth sagged in disbelief. A joking Heero Yuy was a relatively new concept. Looked like the intensive personality implant therapy worked after all.
“I guess that was Trowa’s way of saying Thank You. After all, it’s not everyday someone buys you such an expensive state of the art bike.” Heero munched thoughtfully. “What an agile couple.” He added as an afterthought.
“Over … the seat … of the bike, you say?” Duo gurgled weakly. He peeked from under his arm. “You bastard, why didn’t you tell me? I rode that bike yesterday … ugh! Ack, this is too much. I mean … my ass was probably on the same spot where they …,” Images of Quatre and Trowa intertwined in various seemingly impossible positions came unbidden to his mind. His overactive imagination supplied the sound effects; Quatre’s breathless “T-T-Trowa!” took number one spot. Duo whimpered softly and curled into a ball.
“Oi, oi, I didn’t know you are homophobic. Chill out, Maxwell.” Heero said mildly, though there was nothing mild about his expression.
Duo started, and leapt to his feet. He waved his arms furiously. “No no no no no, not at all! It’s just that it’s kinda a shock for me, yanno?” He began pacing the room. “I know they are close, best buddies and all that, but …,” he paused, facing Heero, curled his left fist and began pumping the fore and middle fingers of his right hand into the tunnel made by his left fist. Heero almost choked on his crisps, and howled with laughter.
Duo wondered what the therapist had pumped into Heero’s veins. He seemed to be getting an overdose of the happies. Gone was the taciturn Mr. I-Will-Kill-You-and-Let’s-Self-Destruct.
“Oh yeah, they’d been at it for ages, didn’t you know?” Heero snorted into his hands.
“Huh?”
“Probably all the way back since they were 15.”
“Say what?! FIFTEEN?” Duo’s mouth sagged. He grabbed his braid and began to chew on it rabidly.
Heero cocked an eyebrow. He tossed the empty crisp packet aside and rummaged in his drawer. He straightened and tossed a can to Duo. “Here, have a beer. We might as well chill out. They’ll probably take another hour.”
* * * * * * * * *
60 minutes later…
“Yo, Heero. What’s taking them so long?”
“Hn.”
Duo grabbed his fourth can of beer and worried at the pull ring. He downed the beer in record time and belched softly. “Are they coming or not?” He made a face as soon as the words spilled out of his mouth. “Argh.”
Heero smirked and tapped his keyboards. “Let’s check it out.”
“Huh? No way I’m going there, man.”
Heero turned on his seat and beckoned at him, grinning slyly. “Come here,”
“What?”
“Come on.”
Duo swung his legs off the bed and trotted over to Heero’s side. His eyes went wide as saucers and his jaw dropped. “Well, I’ll be … Holy shit!”
Heero snickered as his fingers tapped rapidly across his keyboards. The picture on his screen sharpened. “Ask, and you shall receive, Maxwell.” He sat back and crossed his arms, chuckling softly.
On the screen, in glorious technicolour, the unmistakable figures of ex-pilots 03 and 04 were engaged in enthusiastic nookies in the shower. They seemed to be fused together at the mouth, and Trowa’s hands were mauling the slender blond mercilessly, groins grinding against each other. Trowa’s right hand moved lower, grabbing at Quatre’s butt, squeezing the flesh rhythmically before dipping between the cheeks. Quatre rubbed himself against the brunet, like a cat on heat.
Duo gaped, morbidly fascinated. He elbowed Heero in the ribs, urging him to move over. Heero slid aside to make room for his wide-eyed best buddy.
“Our boys are certainly busy,” Duo croaked after a lengthy silence, eyes glued to the screen. Trowa was doing something kinky to Quatre’s nipple, making the blond jerk spasmodically. “Do you have audio?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Heero deadpanned. His fingers flew across the keyboards.
“T-Trowa …,” Quatre’s voice purred through the speakers. Duo and Heero looked at each other and grinned. “Oh … oh … oh …”
“Vocal one, our Quatre.”
“Shush. It’ll get better.”
“Trowa,” Quatre whispered coyly, his hands moving up the plane of Trowa’s chest to link behind his neck. He opened his mouth, tongue flickering out seductively. He licked the droplets of water off Trowa’s cheek, slowly moving down to the taller man’s neck and collarbone. He pressed himself against Trowa’s thigh and began sliding up and down. Up and down. Up, down. Up, down. His rubbed himself into a frenzy, eyes partially shut, mouth slack in an orgasmic “O”.
“He’s definitely enjoying himself.” Duo smirked.
“Aa.” Heero casually draped an arm around Duo’s shoulder.
Trowa hissed and flung a hand against the shower stall to steady himself. Quatre arched his back as he writhed erotically against the brunet. He moaned as Trowa’s fingers tweaked his right nipple – sofard,ard, soft, hard, and harder. Trowa gently turned his head to the side, and ran his tongue up the length of his throat, lapping and sucking hard at the milky pale skin. Dark red marks bloomed upon his wake. Quatre’s moans filled the room, in counterpoint to Trowa’s raspy breathing.
“Atta boy, Quatre.”
“Shut up, Duo.” Heero chewed on his knuckles, eyes glued to the screen.
Presently, Quatre abandoned his frenzied frottaging. He ran his hands slowly down the brunet’s sides before coming to rest on his hips. He stood on his tippy toes and looked at Trowa with a keen expression. He nuzzled against the taller man’s neck and mouthed something. Trowa smiled at him indulgently. Heero and Duo watched in fascination as the blond suddenly sank to his knees. His tongue darted out, moistening his swollen lips. He smiled bashfully and placed his left hand on Trowa’s balls, his right around his cock. He leaned forward, and teased the slit at the tip at the end with his tongue, before sliding his mouth over the head.
“God, Quatre …” Trowa murmured as his fingers caught in the blond’s hair and guided him down the shaft. “Mmmm.”
Quatre started at the head, moving up and down, each time taking it a few centimetres lower – slowly, not rushing. His right hand rotated gently around the shaft as Trowa hummed in ecstasy. Duo felt his face burn in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He was getting turned on big time. Quatre seemed to be an expert at long and slow cocksucking.
Suddenly Quatre pulled back and smiled. He licked his lips and without warning lunged forward and swallowed Trowa’s hard cock in a single gulp down to the root. Trowa staggered and hissed sharply.
“WOAH!” Heero exclaimed, almost jumping off the chair and wrenching Duo’s braid in reflex.
“Owwww!” Duo yelled as his head collided against Heero’s.
Quatre’s head bobbed up and down as he mechanically worked his mouth over Trowa’s cock. The brunet shuddered violently, and began to start thrusting his hips and fucking Quatre\'s face with his cock. He grabbed the back of the blond\'s head and pushed his cock all the way to the hilt inside Quatre’s mouth. The blond suckled greedily, eyes shut in rapture. Trowa’s harsh breathing filled the room as Quatre swallowed him again and again, throat muscles moving around him. Thirty, forty, fifty seconds.
One minute.
Two minutes.
The voyeurs clutched at each other, wide-eyed as they drooled at the visual display.
“Oh. My. God.”
“Damn. Way to go, Quatre.” Heero said in awe. He wound his fingers into Duo’s braids.
“Heero! That hurts.”
“Hn.”
Trowa hauled Quatre up brusquely. The blond opened his mouth to speak but Trowa pinned him against the wall and silenced him with a kiss. Quatre’s eyes slid shut, his fingers clawing at his lover’s arms even as the brunet kissed him deeply, their tongues battling inside Quatre’s mouth.
Duo wiped the sweat off his brows; this was getting way too hot. He peered intently at the screen, his mouth dry and his heart beating nineteen to the dozen. He fidgeted, trying to shift his hard-on to a less painful position without Heero noticing. //Bad move, Duo// he groaned mentally as his erection became harder.
Trowa pulled back momentarily, breaking the kiss. Quatre moaned and made a desperate grab for his lover. Trowa chuckled, batting his hands aside before grabbing him by his bare butt and lifted him easily to straddle his hips. Quatre’s hands automatically reached out for the chrome shower spout, his slender legs wrapped around Trowa’s well muscled torso with a practised ease.
“Oh god, Quatre. You’re so beautiful …,”
The two shameless voyeurs listened to Trowa’s laboured breathing as the brunet ran his hands up and down Quatre’s sides. The blond clung to the spout tightly for dear life, as Trowa continued to grope and grind against him, hands firmly cupping the blond’s pert arse. Quatre was making small, breathless sounds of pleasure as he arched his back sinuously and rubbed himself against Trowa’s abs. Trowa released his grip, and looked at his breathless lover for long moments and gave him a slow sensuous smile.
“Uuaagh!” Duo moaned weakly as Trowa placed a thumb in his own mouth, sucking it suggestively, and then running it over Quatre’s lips, before finally pushing it into his mouth. Quatre sucked at the digit enthusiastically, the wet slurping sound could be heard loud and clear in the room.
In fact, the heavy breathing was getting too loud, and Duo belatedly realised it was his and Heero’s. He looked sideways at his comrade in crime. Heero had a glazed look on his face, one hand gripping Duo’s shoulder and the other twisting autonomously in Duo’s braid. Sweat beaded on his forehead, plastering his bangs to the skin. Duo tore his gaze away from the seemingly catatonic Heero, back to the hot man-on-man action on screen.
“Fuck me, Trowa!” Quatre screamed.
“JESUS!” Duo swore, his elbow slipping off the table and he collapsed onto Heero’s lap. His hand shot out to break his fall and it grazed against his buddy’s … very … stiff … dick. Duo’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
“Fuck me NOW!” The blond demanded, as he shoved his hand between their bodies and made a grab for Trowa’s cock.
Duo clamped a hand over his mouth as an ear splitting scream echoed through the room. He peered from under his bangs and let out a startled yelp when Heero’s hand fell on his waist, nails digging into his flesh. He couldn’t see the screen, but became aware of several things:
[1] he was half lying on Mr. Self-Destruct’s lap; one hand over his mouth and the other on his buddy’s erection,
[2] Heero had not shot him for not removing the said hand pronto,
[3] Heero was holding him with an iron grip, and
[4] from the sound of it, Quatre was getting his demands fulfilled.
Duo sat up slowly. Heero was obviously turned on. One of his hands was gripping Duo hard, and the other had snaked into his own trousers. Heero was blatantly touching himself. Duo almost forgot to breathe, he was horny as hell, and from the look of it so was Heero.
On the screen, Quatre was frantically impaling himself upon Trowa’s cock, grinding up and down, hands grabbing and slipping on the chrome spout. “Quatre … oh fuck, oh fuck,” Trowa groaned as he pumped energetically into his exceedingly responsive lover. Quatre bucked vigorously, matching his lover thrust by thrust. He threw back his head, one hand on Trowa’s shoulder now, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah…” Quatre’s cries reached a crescendo as his head jerked forward and his eyes flew open. Trowa drove harder and faster, one hand clamped around the blond’s waist, the other moving in a blur over Quatre’s cock, their bodies pistoning frantically.
“Oh, oh,” Quatre cried out, his body arching. “Darling! Oh, darling! I’m going, I’m going!”
Trowa hissed, his legs trembled with effort from keeping the blond from heaving himself off their connection. Quatre ejaculated against Trowa’s hand. The creamy seed splattered messily over his chest and body, his cries of bliss loud and brazen. Trowa cried out, his legs giving way at last. Quatre’s fists slipped from the chrome spout and they collapsed to the floor, the water around them, the steam rising. Quatre’s arms wound around Trowa, pulling the brunet hard against him as they both raced towards orgasm.
* * * * * * *
Unnoticed by the voyeurs, Quatre stared directly at the micro-camera hidden in the ceiling of the shower stall and stuck his tongue out. Heero Yuy was getting sloppy with his surveillance devices.
* * * * * * *
“Hot damn,” Duo whispered hoarsely as he stared at the screen. The two lovebirds were now nuzzling against each other, basking in their afterglow. His hard-on screamed for relief, and he decided that a quick appointment with Mrs. Palm and her five daughters were in order. Preferably in the next thirty seconds.
He looked sideways at Heero. Heero had his own hand shoved inside his trousers, coolly tossing off. All those years running around in spandex gear (which left nothing to the imagination) and the extended time they’d spent together had made him uninhibited before his best buddy. Hell, Duo thought, it’s not as if he’d never seen Heero doing it before; teenaged boys and their raging hormones had a tendency to do weird things together. In fact, he and Heero had done more than their fair share of comparing their assets and abilities …
His hard-on throbbed. Mrs. Palm can’t wait. Duo shifted around to face Heero. He grinned and said with a phoney lightness, “I gotta go jack off. Mind if I use your bathroom?”
Heero turned and gave him a steady look. “Duo …”
“Huh?”
Heero’s leaned close to his ear. “Make me soft. Please.”
Duo almost had a heart attack on the spot. He jerked as Heero tugged him gently. He looked at his buddy’s intent face and thought, why the hell not? After all, he liked Heero, and what are best buddies for?
“No problem,” he croaked and nodded dumbly as Heero took his hand and put it over his turgid hard-on. Duo made short work with the button and zipper of Heero’s trousers and plunged his sweaty palm inside.
“Ow,” Heero scrabbled on his desk and pushed a tube of hand lotion towards him. “Put that on.”
Duo did as he was told.
“That better?” he asked, his fingers wrapped around Heero, hand moving up and down, slowly at first, then faster as he picked up a beat.
“Aa.” Heero’s breath felt hot and moist against his skin. Duo shuddered. Heero’s right arm snaked around his back, his left clamped across his waist. He leaned against Duo and rested his chin on Duo’s shoulder, cheek to cheek. Duo felt the grip around his middle tighten. His hard-on strained in his trousers and Heero’s wandering hands sent a throbbing surge of pleasure through his groin.
“Heero?”
“Hmm …?”
“We may have a problem,”
“So I noticed.” Heero deadpanned.
Duo blinked. His braid was unravelling around him and he gave an undignified yelp as Heero tackled him bodily to the floor. “Argh! Heero, you could just ask!” he stammered.
“Clothes. Off.”
A series of tugging and wriggling and grunting ensued.
“Wha … JESUS!” Duo gasped, as Heero began to rub his entire body over his. // This is definitely better than Mrs. Palm. // He grinned goofily. Heero’s breath was harsh in his ear as their rock hard cocks rubbed together. It felt downright fantastic.
Heero twisted his fists into Duo’s hair and increased his speed. Heero’s sweat dripped on him as they continued to grind against each other. Without warning, he reached around and grabbed Heero’s butt. Heero looked at him in the face and smirked.
They picked up their tempo, both gasping and swearing, their bodies slick with sweat. Duo bucked under him and was rewarded by a moan. Hell, Heero started this and he might as well enjoy the ride. He reached up and grabbed Heero’s head and kissed him hard. Their teeth clattered together, and he forced his tongue into Heero’s mouth. Heero gave a muffled cry as he drained himself over Duo’s belly and chest. His head snapped up as he looked at Duo in complete surprise. Duo grinned at him but the grin quickly faded as Heero lifted himself from his body.
“Oi, oi. Not fair.” Duo complained. “Just because you had your pleasure you can’t tease me and leave!” His cock throbbed with unfulfilled need.
“Who’s leaving?” Heero teased. He tugged at Duo’s hair playfully and grabbed him, his slender fingers wrapping around the supine boy’s cock. Duo made a choking noise and tried to sit up. “Lie down.” Heero ordered as he pushed Duo back down. Duo closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
“OH MY GOD!” Duo yelled as something wet and warm engulfed his engorged member. His eyes snapped open. Heero was sucking him long and hard, bringing him to a state of utter frenzy. He hollered Heero’s name over and over until he was hoarse, not caring if everybody within a five miles radius could hear him. The pressure was boiling up within him and he came with a sharp cry. “Bloody hell, Heero …” he croaked weakly as Heero crawled up his body, smirking and wiping a hand across his mouth. “You could have warned me!” He stared at the ceiling, waiting for his body to clam down.
Presently Heero laughed and tweaked his bangs. “You OK?”
Duo frowned, and then chuckled lightly. He poked Heero in the ribs. “More than OK. Are we done?”
Heero nodded. “Yeah, for now.” He got to his feet and pulled Duo up. “C’mon, let’s get dressed before the lovebirds wondered what happened to us.”
Duo grinned and cuffed Heero lightly on the head. “Hell yeah. Let’s go.”
* * * * * * *
Outside the room, Quatre’s fist froze in the act of knocking the door. He grinned and turned to face Trowa.
“You owe me 200 bucks, Trowa.”
Trowa smiled indulgently at his lover. “Hm, I should have known better than make a bet with you. Can I pay with my body?”
Quatre snickered. “Now?”
Trowa rolled his eyes in mock horror. “Insatiable brat. C’mon, just knock. We don’t want to be late. Ask them if they are coming.”
Quatre burst out giggling. “Oh, I’m sure they have. I’m sure they have.”
~ Fin ~
© Scourgify Sunday, 20 July 2003
A/N: Anyone who had to share a house with boys/men would know how crude and unsexy these creatures really are when there are no females around. I believe my ex-housemates thought of me as a token boy. Ah, well.
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