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lukon_ideinWow, another story. Another late night. Big surprise. Guess I'm just trying to get as many fics in as possible before I leave for three months. Can't wait to spend the summer living in close quarters who think the idea of enjoying two men kissing is weird. Oh well. C'est la vie. And I'm not complaining, because I'm totally psyched to go, but I just need to get as much smut out of my system before I go as I can. (Pft. Like that'll ever happen!!)
So, in honor of the various threesomes I've come across (and enjoyed) recently, this idea popped into my head and I went with it. It was just going to be a little short thing, but then the lemon got going, and I figured I needed practice at it so I might as well go for it instead of using Tasteful Fadeout #6. Can I just say what a pain it is to write an all-male threesome???? Fucking he/him/his everywhere. UGH! So there's a slightly increased use of proper names in this one to avoid confusion. Hope it succeeds!
Title: The Importance of Being Thorough
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairing: 2x1x3 or thereabouts
Word Count: 2769
Summary: Trowa wears glasses. Duo approves.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Threesome. PWP. Horny Duo.
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #120: Glasses. NOT related in any way to the stories I’ve posted recently. Sorry. Maybe next time. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
The Importance of Being Thorough
Duo almost didn’t recognize him at first. With his hair slicked back and the glasses and unobtrusive business casual wardrobe. Duo’s peripheral vision almost dismissed him as the printer repairman. It was the walk that gave him away. Smooth and silent and just a bit sensuous. But it was the glasses that caught Duo’s attention. Thin, gold wire frames with gently curving lenses. Prescription lenses. Trowa had perfect vision. Better than perfect. All the pilots did. So he must either have one hell of a headache or he was wearing contacts which blurred his vision in order to correct them with glasses. Knowing the lengths Trowa would go through to perfect his cover, he assumed it was the latter.
He felt a presence at his shoulder and a low voice said, “You’re staring.”
“He’s so… thorough.” Duo mused to his partner.
“Hn.” Noncommittal.
“I wonder if he’s that thorough in bed.”
“Hn.” Amused.
“You’ve seen him naked – back in the war. Are his legs really as long as they look?”
“Hn.” Affirmative.
“Think he’d be interested in joining us?”
“Ask him.”
“Would you be interested in having him join us?”
“Hn.” Of course; who would say no to that piece of ass?
Trowa in the meantime had disappeared into Une’s office. Duo glanced at his watch. He estimated he had at least twenty minutes before Agent Barton would finish his debriefing.
“Back in few. Give me a heads up if old Bang Boy gets out before I’m back.”
“Hn.” Fine, just don’t do anything stupid.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was closer to thirty-five minutes before Trowa escaped Une’s clutches. On the surface he looked like his usual imperturbable self, but Duo, who knew him better than most, could recognize the signs of fatigue under the surface. Perfect. Lowered resistance. It was in the bag. Duo grinned behind a file he was reading and waited for Trowa to grab a stack of papers from his desk and leave.
Heero appeared once more at his side, Preventers jacket in hand.
“Don’t rush it, now, baby. We’ve got to let him sweat for a few minutes.”
“Hn.” Whatever. Heero bent over Duo’s shoulder pretending to read from the same file. One hand rested on the back of Duo’s chair, the other on his desk. His breath danced past Duo’s ear. The braided pilot shivered and enjoyed the feeling of anticipation growing in his groin.
“Trust me. He’ll be putty in our hands.”
“Hn.” I’ll believe it when I see it.
“All right, let’s go. Our shift’s almost over anyway, so no excuses required.” He took his time shutting down his computer, gathering his accessories for the trip home, and saying goodbye to his colleagues, but he finally made it, Heero in tow, into the elevator. He pressed the button marked G6 and began to whistle a jaunty tune. Heero interrupted.
“We’re parked on level 5.”
“Not anymore,” Duo grinned.
“Hn.” Why am I not surprised?
A pleasant chime indicated their arrival, and they walked out in a leisurely fashion. Very soon they were greeted by the sight of Trowa’s lean body disappearing under the raised hood of his car.
“Hey, Tro. What seems to be the problem?” The bespectacled agent peered out at them.
“Don’t know. Not any of the usual problems. Hello, Heero.” Heero nodded solemnly.
“Can we give you a ride?” Duo offered solicitously.
“No thanks. I’d better get this running.”
“Don’t be stupid. You’ve been gone for what, six weeks? The last thing you want to do now is wrestle with your car.” Trowa allowed his shoulders to slump a little in acknowledgement of this statement. “See? Let us take you home and feed you dinner. We’ll bring you back in the morning and then I’ll fix your car for you.”
Trowa was still wavering when Heero reached in the through the open door, took out Trowa’s brief case and stood back expectantly.
“Fine.” Trowa scowled briefly at his recalcitrant engine before slamming the hood down. He snagged his jacket with one long finger, locked the vehicle and headed silently after his friends.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Heero made an amazing dinner. They polished off three bottles of merlot. Duo caught Trowa up on all the office gossip. It was getting late, however, and he still hadn’t managed to figure out how to broach the subject that was really on his mind.
He enjoyed watching those green eyes flash with amusement as he spun his tales, and marveled at the fact that for once he could see both of them simultaneously. Trowa hadn’t attempted divest himself of any of his undercover trappings, his hair was still plastered back with some sort of miracle gel, and every time he unconsciously pushed his glasses up Duo had to suppress his laughter. With anyone else it would have been mundane, but somehow when Trowa did it it was wanton and enticing. Or perhaps that was just Duo’s hormones’ opinion.
“Hey, Heero, doesn’t he remind you of that teacher? The one at Relena’s school with the frogs that all the girls had a crush on?”
“Hastings?”
“Yeah. That’s the one.” He looked rather intensely over at Trowa. “He gave me detention one day and I spent the whole time cleaning out frog jars and trying to lure him into shagging me silly.”
Trowa looked a little startled but answered good naturedly. “Did it work?”
“Hn,” Heero answered for him. Not on your life.
“Hey, way to support me there, baby,” complained Duo who proceeded to wrap himself around his lover and snog him silly.
Trowa looked away and sighed softly. “I’d better hit the road. Une wants me back in at 0800 sharp. I’ll grab a cab downstairs.” He climbed to his feet and snatched his jacket from the back of the couch.
“Why don’t you stay?” Duo drawled suggestively before Trowa could finish putting it on.
“What?”
Heero stepped up behind him and drew the garment back down Trowa’s arms. “Stay,” he growled in the taller man’s ear. Trowa whirled around in surprise.
“Heero?”
Duo took over his lover’s former position behind the bewildered pilot.
“He wants you to stay,” Duo purred. He wrapped his arms around Trowa’s waist and rested his chin on one broad shoulder. “I want you to stay.”
“Are… are you sure?”
“Hn.” Affirmative. “Would you like to stay?”
“..” Oh, yes.
That was enough for Heero who stepped forward and spread his hands across Trowa’s chest, letting his thumb graze a pert nipple through the thin cotton. Leaning in he brushed his mouth against luscious lips then trailed his way up to nibble on a succulent earlobe. Duo, on the other side, began sucking on the soft flesh of his vulnerable throat. Trowa moaned quietly.
Duo slipped his hand into Trowa’s trousers, gripping the hardening flesh firmly, assessing its size, memorizing its contours. His other hand slipped up under Trowa’s shirt to caress the firm abdominal muscles. His dexterous fingers slipped open buttons on his way up. He encountered Heero’s hand on its way down and they briefly intertwined their fingers before continuing their exploration of their new lover.
Slight pressure from Heero got them moving slowly toward the bedroom. By the time they got there Trowa had been fully stripped and Duo was enjoying his first handful of the tightest ass it had been his pleasure to grope.
“Trowa,” he whispered. Heero was busy plundering the man’s mouth so he couldn’t really answer. “I’d really like you to do something for me.” He squeezed one buttock possessively. Trowa let out a whine from the back of his throat. “I want you to go down on Heero.” He felt the trapped hips buck against him. “I want to watch you take that fat cock of his in your mouth and suck him senseless.” The moan he heard this time came from Heero. “Can you do that for me, Trowa?”
“Mmmmmm,” was the green-eyed pilot’s only reply. But he pulled away from Heero’s questing tongue and slid to his knees. He deftly unbuckled the black leather belt that greeted him there. He carefully slid the zipper down then drew out Heero’s cock – not as long as some, but with ample girth just as Duo had promised. Just as he was about to taste it he felt hands slide up his throat to tip his head back. Heero caressed his cheeks then caught the glasses between his fingers and began pulling them off. Duo leaned across Trowa to draw Heero’s hands away.
“Leave them on,” he ordered. This drew a sudden bark of laughter from Trowa that nearly broke the mood. He just shook his head, muttered “cos-play freak” under his breath and swallowed Heero’s cock in one go, eliciting a gasp from the stoic pilot.
Duo divested his partner of his shirt then stepped back to admire the pair. Heero’s familiar muscled body, compact and deadly, his chest rising and falling quickly in pleasure, his hands grasping the back of Trowa’s neck urging him on. And this new lover. All long limbs and slim lines. Elegant fingers dragging Heero’s trousers to his ankles, running up and down his powerful legs then seizing the backs of his thighs for leverage as he picked up the pace.
Duo was so hard he was dripping watching the two together. Seeing his partner moan under another’s touch. Both so beautiful. Both so dangerous. Both so fucking hot. He slowly removed his own clothes, fondling himself as he watched Heero thrust into Trowa’s mouth. Sucking, panting, moaning. A sensual feast. Duo approached and ran the tip of his braid up and down Trowa’s back, who shuddered and tried to regain the rhythm he’d just lost. Duo smiled smugly and continued to dangle it across the sensitive skin while he leaned over to tug on Heero’s nipple with his wickedly sharp teeth. He responded with an enraptured hiss and thrust more violently into Trowa’s willing mouth. Duo kissed the tender bud then slid over to the snag the other, biting down hard just the way Heero liked it. And that was all it took to tip him over the edge. Heero groaned, arching backward and clutching Trowa’s head for support as he came.
Eventually he released his death grip and collapsed onto the bed behind him. Trowa sank down to the floor, panting heavily, a few chunks of that superglued hair finally hanging haphazardly in front of his face. A thin trail of semen dripped down the side of his chin. Duo knelt beside him and licked it away. “Thank you,” he breathed. “Now let’s see what I can do for you.” He slowly bathed Trowa’s back in kisses until his green-eyed lover got his breathing under control. Then Duo guided him up to the bed. He almost came right there looking at Trowa splayed out on the black sheets, lips swollen, cheeks flushed and head cradled on Heero’s belly. He’d never realized quite how desirable Trowa was until now. Duo crawled over him a dropped a quick kiss on his nose, using his own nose to push Trowa’s glasses back up.
“Mind if I fuck you senseless?” Slightly weary but interested eyes gazed back at him from beneath the oval lenses.
“Be my guest,” was the lazy answer.
With that Duo grinned, placed a long, wet, sloppy kiss on those rosy lips, then reluctantly moved away to raid the nearby nightstand. Heero quietly propped himself up against the headboard and inexorably pulled Trowa up between his legs, so that Trowa’s back came to rest on Heero’s chest. He slipped a firm, thick pillow beneath Trowa’s hips then settled back, letting his broad, powerful hands roam over the expanse of Trowa’s torso. A low, humming sound escaped Trowa’s throat.
Duo was soon back, his eager cock sheathed and lubed, and he reveled in the feeling of parting those delightfully long legs. He lifted and pushed on them to bend them back, intending for Heero to hold them open, but Trowa simply straightened the limbs in question, spreading them in a wide ‘v’, bringing his feet up over his shoulders and tucking his toes under the headboard. The words ‘sweet mother of God’ danced through Duo’s head as ogled the spread waiting for him. To hide his surprise, he bent forward with a predatory sneer, using his braid once again to tickle Trowa’s nipples until the man was practically mewling like a kitten.
Finally deeming he’d punished his precocious lover enough, Duo sat back a bit, running one hand up and down one taut thigh while he slid a lubed finger into Trowa’s exposed hole. Despite his contorted position, Trowa easily thrust back. Duo felt for sure the acrobat had somehow gained leverage from the headboard, but was slightly baffled by the physics involved. He resolved to try it himself later so he could fully grasp it. Instead he grasped those bucking hips and thrust in, eliciting an elongated groan. Seating himself all the way, he nearly lost control at the hedonistic sight beneath him. He caught Heero’s wild blue eyes and leaned forward over Trowa’s head to bestow a deep, tongue-swallowing kiss on his long-time lover.
Trowa’s lips on his nipple brought him back to the task at hand and he pulled back to thrust in earnest. With the loss of oral satisfaction, Trowa resorted to biting his bottom lip while Duo pounded into him and Heero fondled his chest with one hand and gripped his cock in the other. Vivid green eyes slipped shut behind glinting oval lenses and Duo moaned knowing he’d done that to the normally unflappable Agent Barton.
It seemed to go on forever, Duo losing track of whose firm muscles he found beneath his hands and tongue. His own skin was being tormented by fusion of short, calloused fingers and longer, slender ones. Urgency was mounting. He bit someone at some point and a sharp hiss betrayed enjoyment but not identity. The sound of his balls slapping against Trowa’s ass was addictive, and he thrust even harder to try to make it louder. The bed frame creaked as Trowa thrust back in kind, his breath coming in silent gasps. Duo’s own breath was far from steady. He could feel Trowa straining under Heero’s touch like a thoroughbred racehorse. At that thought lights burst behind Duo’s eyes and he exploded inside the tight sheath of Trowa’s ass, coming hard and coming loud, shouting incoherently in pleasure. Beneath him a strangled cry, cut off almost before it began, told him Trowa had found his own release.
The ravished pilot unfolded himself with an unsteady sigh and locked his legs around Duo’s waist pulling him down on top of him into a sweaty, sticky, panting pile. Heero grunted.
“Hn.” You’re heavy; get off. With no response forthcoming he shoved them over until they all lay spooned on their sides. Duo fell asleep to the sight of Trowa’s toned arm dangling gold frames before his eyes.
“With your permission?” he whispered sardonically.
“Of course,” mumbled Duo as Trowa unceremoniously dropped the specs on the nightstand. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of Trowa gently tugging his braid out from under his shoulder.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The electronic torture device on the nightstand finally stopped beeping. Duo reluctantly cracked his eyes open to be greeted by the sight of Heero’s absolutely edible pecs. He smiled slowly as the events of the previous night came back to him, but it faded quickly when he saw it was just the two of them in bed.
“Trowa?” he croaked, pushing himself up on his elbow to take in the whole room. The glasses were gone.
“Hn.” Negative.
“When did he leave?”
“About four.”
“Think we scared him?”
Heero offered a white piece of paper to Duo, who blinked at it, briefly trying to remember how to read without coffee. Near as he could tell, the hasty, angular script read:
“Thanks for dinner.
Dessert was good too.
Next time I’ll bring the wine.
Duo – you’d better fix whatever you did to my car ASAP.
– T”
“Guess not, then,” mused Duo, stretching like a satisfied cat.
“Hn.” Obviously.
“He said next time. You up for a next time?”
“Hn.” I am if you are.
“Good. Cuz I’m picturing him in a fireman’s outfit, with the suspenders and big rubber boots and everything. I think Jeremy’s cousin is a fireman. You know, Jeremy, in the coroner’s office? He can probably hook us up…” Duo wandered off to the bathroom still spinning his latest plot above the sound of the shower.
“Hn.” Baka.
~ Fin ~
So, in honor of the various threesomes I've come across (and enjoyed) recently, this idea popped into my head and I went with it. It was just going to be a little short thing, but then the lemon got going, and I figured I needed practice at it so I might as well go for it instead of using Tasteful Fadeout #6. Can I just say what a pain it is to write an all-male threesome???? Fucking he/him/his everywhere. UGH! So there's a slightly increased use of proper names in this one to avoid confusion. Hope it succeeds!
Title: The Importance of Being Thorough
Author: Lukoni
Characters/Pairing: 2x1x3 or thereabouts
Word Count: 2769
Summary: Trowa wears glasses. Duo approves.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Threesome. PWP. Horny Duo.
Notes: Written for GW500 challenge #120: Glasses. NOT related in any way to the stories I’ve posted recently. Sorry. Maybe next time. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!
The Importance of Being Thorough
Duo almost didn’t recognize him at first. With his hair slicked back and the glasses and unobtrusive business casual wardrobe. Duo’s peripheral vision almost dismissed him as the printer repairman. It was the walk that gave him away. Smooth and silent and just a bit sensuous. But it was the glasses that caught Duo’s attention. Thin, gold wire frames with gently curving lenses. Prescription lenses. Trowa had perfect vision. Better than perfect. All the pilots did. So he must either have one hell of a headache or he was wearing contacts which blurred his vision in order to correct them with glasses. Knowing the lengths Trowa would go through to perfect his cover, he assumed it was the latter.
He felt a presence at his shoulder and a low voice said, “You’re staring.”
“He’s so… thorough.” Duo mused to his partner.
“Hn.” Noncommittal.
“I wonder if he’s that thorough in bed.”
“Hn.” Amused.
“You’ve seen him naked – back in the war. Are his legs really as long as they look?”
“Hn.” Affirmative.
“Think he’d be interested in joining us?”
“Ask him.”
“Would you be interested in having him join us?”
“Hn.” Of course; who would say no to that piece of ass?
Trowa in the meantime had disappeared into Une’s office. Duo glanced at his watch. He estimated he had at least twenty minutes before Agent Barton would finish his debriefing.
“Back in few. Give me a heads up if old Bang Boy gets out before I’m back.”
“Hn.” Fine, just don’t do anything stupid.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was closer to thirty-five minutes before Trowa escaped Une’s clutches. On the surface he looked like his usual imperturbable self, but Duo, who knew him better than most, could recognize the signs of fatigue under the surface. Perfect. Lowered resistance. It was in the bag. Duo grinned behind a file he was reading and waited for Trowa to grab a stack of papers from his desk and leave.
Heero appeared once more at his side, Preventers jacket in hand.
“Don’t rush it, now, baby. We’ve got to let him sweat for a few minutes.”
“Hn.” Whatever. Heero bent over Duo’s shoulder pretending to read from the same file. One hand rested on the back of Duo’s chair, the other on his desk. His breath danced past Duo’s ear. The braided pilot shivered and enjoyed the feeling of anticipation growing in his groin.
“Trust me. He’ll be putty in our hands.”
“Hn.” I’ll believe it when I see it.
“All right, let’s go. Our shift’s almost over anyway, so no excuses required.” He took his time shutting down his computer, gathering his accessories for the trip home, and saying goodbye to his colleagues, but he finally made it, Heero in tow, into the elevator. He pressed the button marked G6 and began to whistle a jaunty tune. Heero interrupted.
“We’re parked on level 5.”
“Not anymore,” Duo grinned.
“Hn.” Why am I not surprised?
A pleasant chime indicated their arrival, and they walked out in a leisurely fashion. Very soon they were greeted by the sight of Trowa’s lean body disappearing under the raised hood of his car.
“Hey, Tro. What seems to be the problem?” The bespectacled agent peered out at them.
“Don’t know. Not any of the usual problems. Hello, Heero.” Heero nodded solemnly.
“Can we give you a ride?” Duo offered solicitously.
“No thanks. I’d better get this running.”
“Don’t be stupid. You’ve been gone for what, six weeks? The last thing you want to do now is wrestle with your car.” Trowa allowed his shoulders to slump a little in acknowledgement of this statement. “See? Let us take you home and feed you dinner. We’ll bring you back in the morning and then I’ll fix your car for you.”
Trowa was still wavering when Heero reached in the through the open door, took out Trowa’s brief case and stood back expectantly.
“Fine.” Trowa scowled briefly at his recalcitrant engine before slamming the hood down. He snagged his jacket with one long finger, locked the vehicle and headed silently after his friends.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Heero made an amazing dinner. They polished off three bottles of merlot. Duo caught Trowa up on all the office gossip. It was getting late, however, and he still hadn’t managed to figure out how to broach the subject that was really on his mind.
He enjoyed watching those green eyes flash with amusement as he spun his tales, and marveled at the fact that for once he could see both of them simultaneously. Trowa hadn’t attempted divest himself of any of his undercover trappings, his hair was still plastered back with some sort of miracle gel, and every time he unconsciously pushed his glasses up Duo had to suppress his laughter. With anyone else it would have been mundane, but somehow when Trowa did it it was wanton and enticing. Or perhaps that was just Duo’s hormones’ opinion.
“Hey, Heero, doesn’t he remind you of that teacher? The one at Relena’s school with the frogs that all the girls had a crush on?”
“Hastings?”
“Yeah. That’s the one.” He looked rather intensely over at Trowa. “He gave me detention one day and I spent the whole time cleaning out frog jars and trying to lure him into shagging me silly.”
Trowa looked a little startled but answered good naturedly. “Did it work?”
“Hn,” Heero answered for him. Not on your life.
“Hey, way to support me there, baby,” complained Duo who proceeded to wrap himself around his lover and snog him silly.
Trowa looked away and sighed softly. “I’d better hit the road. Une wants me back in at 0800 sharp. I’ll grab a cab downstairs.” He climbed to his feet and snatched his jacket from the back of the couch.
“Why don’t you stay?” Duo drawled suggestively before Trowa could finish putting it on.
“What?”
Heero stepped up behind him and drew the garment back down Trowa’s arms. “Stay,” he growled in the taller man’s ear. Trowa whirled around in surprise.
“Heero?”
Duo took over his lover’s former position behind the bewildered pilot.
“He wants you to stay,” Duo purred. He wrapped his arms around Trowa’s waist and rested his chin on one broad shoulder. “I want you to stay.”
“Are… are you sure?”
“Hn.” Affirmative. “Would you like to stay?”
“..” Oh, yes.
That was enough for Heero who stepped forward and spread his hands across Trowa’s chest, letting his thumb graze a pert nipple through the thin cotton. Leaning in he brushed his mouth against luscious lips then trailed his way up to nibble on a succulent earlobe. Duo, on the other side, began sucking on the soft flesh of his vulnerable throat. Trowa moaned quietly.
Duo slipped his hand into Trowa’s trousers, gripping the hardening flesh firmly, assessing its size, memorizing its contours. His other hand slipped up under Trowa’s shirt to caress the firm abdominal muscles. His dexterous fingers slipped open buttons on his way up. He encountered Heero’s hand on its way down and they briefly intertwined their fingers before continuing their exploration of their new lover.
Slight pressure from Heero got them moving slowly toward the bedroom. By the time they got there Trowa had been fully stripped and Duo was enjoying his first handful of the tightest ass it had been his pleasure to grope.
“Trowa,” he whispered. Heero was busy plundering the man’s mouth so he couldn’t really answer. “I’d really like you to do something for me.” He squeezed one buttock possessively. Trowa let out a whine from the back of his throat. “I want you to go down on Heero.” He felt the trapped hips buck against him. “I want to watch you take that fat cock of his in your mouth and suck him senseless.” The moan he heard this time came from Heero. “Can you do that for me, Trowa?”
“Mmmmmm,” was the green-eyed pilot’s only reply. But he pulled away from Heero’s questing tongue and slid to his knees. He deftly unbuckled the black leather belt that greeted him there. He carefully slid the zipper down then drew out Heero’s cock – not as long as some, but with ample girth just as Duo had promised. Just as he was about to taste it he felt hands slide up his throat to tip his head back. Heero caressed his cheeks then caught the glasses between his fingers and began pulling them off. Duo leaned across Trowa to draw Heero’s hands away.
“Leave them on,” he ordered. This drew a sudden bark of laughter from Trowa that nearly broke the mood. He just shook his head, muttered “cos-play freak” under his breath and swallowed Heero’s cock in one go, eliciting a gasp from the stoic pilot.
Duo divested his partner of his shirt then stepped back to admire the pair. Heero’s familiar muscled body, compact and deadly, his chest rising and falling quickly in pleasure, his hands grasping the back of Trowa’s neck urging him on. And this new lover. All long limbs and slim lines. Elegant fingers dragging Heero’s trousers to his ankles, running up and down his powerful legs then seizing the backs of his thighs for leverage as he picked up the pace.
Duo was so hard he was dripping watching the two together. Seeing his partner moan under another’s touch. Both so beautiful. Both so dangerous. Both so fucking hot. He slowly removed his own clothes, fondling himself as he watched Heero thrust into Trowa’s mouth. Sucking, panting, moaning. A sensual feast. Duo approached and ran the tip of his braid up and down Trowa’s back, who shuddered and tried to regain the rhythm he’d just lost. Duo smiled smugly and continued to dangle it across the sensitive skin while he leaned over to tug on Heero’s nipple with his wickedly sharp teeth. He responded with an enraptured hiss and thrust more violently into Trowa’s willing mouth. Duo kissed the tender bud then slid over to the snag the other, biting down hard just the way Heero liked it. And that was all it took to tip him over the edge. Heero groaned, arching backward and clutching Trowa’s head for support as he came.
Eventually he released his death grip and collapsed onto the bed behind him. Trowa sank down to the floor, panting heavily, a few chunks of that superglued hair finally hanging haphazardly in front of his face. A thin trail of semen dripped down the side of his chin. Duo knelt beside him and licked it away. “Thank you,” he breathed. “Now let’s see what I can do for you.” He slowly bathed Trowa’s back in kisses until his green-eyed lover got his breathing under control. Then Duo guided him up to the bed. He almost came right there looking at Trowa splayed out on the black sheets, lips swollen, cheeks flushed and head cradled on Heero’s belly. He’d never realized quite how desirable Trowa was until now. Duo crawled over him a dropped a quick kiss on his nose, using his own nose to push Trowa’s glasses back up.
“Mind if I fuck you senseless?” Slightly weary but interested eyes gazed back at him from beneath the oval lenses.
“Be my guest,” was the lazy answer.
With that Duo grinned, placed a long, wet, sloppy kiss on those rosy lips, then reluctantly moved away to raid the nearby nightstand. Heero quietly propped himself up against the headboard and inexorably pulled Trowa up between his legs, so that Trowa’s back came to rest on Heero’s chest. He slipped a firm, thick pillow beneath Trowa’s hips then settled back, letting his broad, powerful hands roam over the expanse of Trowa’s torso. A low, humming sound escaped Trowa’s throat.
Duo was soon back, his eager cock sheathed and lubed, and he reveled in the feeling of parting those delightfully long legs. He lifted and pushed on them to bend them back, intending for Heero to hold them open, but Trowa simply straightened the limbs in question, spreading them in a wide ‘v’, bringing his feet up over his shoulders and tucking his toes under the headboard. The words ‘sweet mother of God’ danced through Duo’s head as ogled the spread waiting for him. To hide his surprise, he bent forward with a predatory sneer, using his braid once again to tickle Trowa’s nipples until the man was practically mewling like a kitten.
Finally deeming he’d punished his precocious lover enough, Duo sat back a bit, running one hand up and down one taut thigh while he slid a lubed finger into Trowa’s exposed hole. Despite his contorted position, Trowa easily thrust back. Duo felt for sure the acrobat had somehow gained leverage from the headboard, but was slightly baffled by the physics involved. He resolved to try it himself later so he could fully grasp it. Instead he grasped those bucking hips and thrust in, eliciting an elongated groan. Seating himself all the way, he nearly lost control at the hedonistic sight beneath him. He caught Heero’s wild blue eyes and leaned forward over Trowa’s head to bestow a deep, tongue-swallowing kiss on his long-time lover.
Trowa’s lips on his nipple brought him back to the task at hand and he pulled back to thrust in earnest. With the loss of oral satisfaction, Trowa resorted to biting his bottom lip while Duo pounded into him and Heero fondled his chest with one hand and gripped his cock in the other. Vivid green eyes slipped shut behind glinting oval lenses and Duo moaned knowing he’d done that to the normally unflappable Agent Barton.
It seemed to go on forever, Duo losing track of whose firm muscles he found beneath his hands and tongue. His own skin was being tormented by fusion of short, calloused fingers and longer, slender ones. Urgency was mounting. He bit someone at some point and a sharp hiss betrayed enjoyment but not identity. The sound of his balls slapping against Trowa’s ass was addictive, and he thrust even harder to try to make it louder. The bed frame creaked as Trowa thrust back in kind, his breath coming in silent gasps. Duo’s own breath was far from steady. He could feel Trowa straining under Heero’s touch like a thoroughbred racehorse. At that thought lights burst behind Duo’s eyes and he exploded inside the tight sheath of Trowa’s ass, coming hard and coming loud, shouting incoherently in pleasure. Beneath him a strangled cry, cut off almost before it began, told him Trowa had found his own release.
The ravished pilot unfolded himself with an unsteady sigh and locked his legs around Duo’s waist pulling him down on top of him into a sweaty, sticky, panting pile. Heero grunted.
“Hn.” You’re heavy; get off. With no response forthcoming he shoved them over until they all lay spooned on their sides. Duo fell asleep to the sight of Trowa’s toned arm dangling gold frames before his eyes.
“With your permission?” he whispered sardonically.
“Of course,” mumbled Duo as Trowa unceremoniously dropped the specs on the nightstand. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of Trowa gently tugging his braid out from under his shoulder.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The electronic torture device on the nightstand finally stopped beeping. Duo reluctantly cracked his eyes open to be greeted by the sight of Heero’s absolutely edible pecs. He smiled slowly as the events of the previous night came back to him, but it faded quickly when he saw it was just the two of them in bed.
“Trowa?” he croaked, pushing himself up on his elbow to take in the whole room. The glasses were gone.
“Hn.” Negative.
“When did he leave?”
“About four.”
“Think we scared him?”
Heero offered a white piece of paper to Duo, who blinked at it, briefly trying to remember how to read without coffee. Near as he could tell, the hasty, angular script read:
“Thanks for dinner.
Dessert was good too.
Next time I’ll bring the wine.
Duo – you’d better fix whatever you did to my car ASAP.
– T”
“Guess not, then,” mused Duo, stretching like a satisfied cat.
“Hn.” Obviously.
“He said next time. You up for a next time?”
“Hn.” I am if you are.
“Good. Cuz I’m picturing him in a fireman’s outfit, with the suspenders and big rubber boots and everything. I think Jeremy’s cousin is a fireman. You know, Jeremy, in the coroner’s office? He can probably hook us up…” Duo wandered off to the bathroom still spinning his latest plot above the sound of the shower.
“Hn.” Baka.
~ Fin ~
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on 2006-05-18 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-05-18 03:26 pm (UTC)I'm thinking there should be some sort of pronoun code, like 'he' in italics equals Guy #1 and 'he' in bold = Guy #2... but I think that pretty much leaves strikethrough or superscript for Guy #3 which would be kind of a pain to read.
; )
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on 2006-05-18 03:50 pm (UTC)But rather tedious to code!
I really have too much time on my hands....^_~
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on 2006-05-18 04:18 pm (UTC)(And does this mean you're dropping hints for a Zechs/Trowa/Duo sandwich?)
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on 2006-05-18 04:40 pm (UTC)Yeah, deciding on colors....that would be
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on 2006-05-19 02:34 am (UTC)Hurrah for "all combinations" - they really are ALL yummy even though we do have our favorites.
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on 2006-05-19 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-05-19 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-05-23 06:59 pm (UTC)hahah! i love how you translate heero's 'hn's' and trowa's silence!
i enjoyed this story thoroughly. thank you for writing and sharing.
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on 2006-05-26 06:43 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the translations. (Can I just say that the first time I saw Trowa's silence written in a fic as ".." I almost died laughing. Every time I get to use it myself it just makes me smile.) Thanks for the great feedback! And thanks for reading this one!
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on 2009-08-20 09:26 pm (UTC)