I wish I were you
Games
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13. Games
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quite stupidly,
Duo turned back and, before bursting in, pressed his ear against the door. Just
what he had expected: Quatre had already started. He heard him whimpering and
moaning softly. It turned him on. He needed relief, and soon.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The first thing
that sprang into mind was to use Quatre’s bedroom,
since Quatre was using his. But could he really go and jerk off in
bathroom, though that wasn’t exactly comfortable. Yeah, he would use
It would catch his cum and Quatre wouldn’t notice a thing.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Another loud moan
shook him from his contemplation. He bolted for Quatre’s
room and flung himself on the bed. Jerking button and zipper open, he pulled
his hard cock out and placed the vibrator over it, shuddering at the pleasure.
Quatre was right, those walls were damn thin. He could hear him almost as if he
was lying right next to him, could even hear the soft buzzing sound of the toy!
God, the little blonde had no idea what he was doing to him. He had to think
back to what Quatre had said. Could he really do that, to fantasize about
someone else? About him? He almost didn’t have a
choice. As he closed his eyes, the moans at the other side of the wall got a
face. He pictured Quatre with his pants undone, sweating, wiggling, his one
hand firmly clutched around the toy pleasuring his cock, and he almost laughed
out loud in misery at the irony. They were both as horny as hell, but couldn’t
fuck each other.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He thrust his
hips vehemently up into the toy and started an erotic duel of moans against
Quatre, imagining it was Quatre’s mouth on his cock
and not the vibrator. He had to admit, it worked very stimulating. Since he was
hearing Quatre so well, Quatre must’ve heard him too, and while he knew damn
well it was so very wrong what he was doing, he couldn’t help but getting
caught up in it. He knew Quatre was too, their moans
were perfectly attuned to each other.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>And then he
suddenly heard Quatre scream out his name. He opened his eyes in alarm and
flung the toy to the side. He hastily zipped up his pants, ignoring his
unfulfilled need, and hurried to the other room.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He burst inside
with an expression of panick on his face. “Quatre, is
there something wrong?” He stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at the bed,
his feet nailed to the ground. The blood in his face drew away and made a fast
descend to his already painfully swollen groin. Oh, there was nothing wrong at
all, quite the contrary. Quatre lay there on the bed, on his side, panting,
basking in the afterglow. Starting from the waist, he was completely naked. Duo
saw his cock, still half erect, dangling over his one thigh, the tip resting on
the bed. The toy was tossed somewhere to the side, though Duo knew he had used
it. He had heard the soft buzzing.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo was envious
of that toy. Stuffed somewhere in the back of his head, he heard a tiny Heero
tooting his “you’re mine and no one else’s” mantra. It kept on hammering in his
head. This was not good, he shouldn’t be turned on by this, but he was and he
couldn’t stop it.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Quatre, I’m
He didn’t get any further than the first syllable. Couldn’t even formulate a
decent apology, so aghast he was.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre couldn’t
produce any words just yet. His orgasm had been more intense than ever, fuelled
by Duo’s moans, and the knowledge that Duo was obviously enjoying what they
were doing. He was aware of his nakedness in front of him, but couldn’t find
the strength to get up and gather his clothes littered over the floor. “It’s…
okay,” he managed to squeeze out of his throat.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Swallowing, Duo
finally managed to tear his eyes away from Quatre’s
lower body, more specifically his cock, and looked at his face. “I… I thought
you were gonna use the toy,” he stuttered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre smiled and
raised cum-covered fingers to his mouth. “I did in the beginning, but I wanted
to have a taste,” he said, still panting a bit and sucking one of his fingers
inside his mouth. “It’s good.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo’s knees
buckled for a moment. He was sure his cock was looking an alarming shade of purple
by now. It took all his self-control not to moan at the stunning sight of shy
little Quatre licking his own cum off his fingers.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre made a
show of cleaning his fingers, pleased to see Duo’s defence crumbling. “Could
you hand me my pants, please?” he said when he was done, dragging himself to
the side of the bed and reaching for his pants and the rest of his clothes.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo
of his limbs was quite unsettling. “Oh… Yeah, sure.”
With a few unsteady strides, he had reached Quatre’s
clothes, and he handed him his pants and boxers, shielding his eyes from the
cock that was calling out for him. Noting the neglected toy, he grabbed it and
gave Quatre a questioning, nearly pleading look.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Go ahead,”
Quatre said. “It’s not dirty. I barely used it.” He grinned as he watched Duo
bolting for the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him. As he slipped into
his boxers and pants, he thought about the situation. They were crossing the
line, hell, they were. But Duo didn’t really seem to mind; and neither did he.
He was tired of making out what was right and what was wrong. He just wanted to
do what felt right and ignore the gnawing of his conscience at the knowledge
that he was ruining a relationship here. It was time to think about
cuddling in his presence, being so disgustingly cute together. He had wallowed
in misery long enough.
Fuck it all, he thought with a grin.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>It didn’t take
long before he heard Duo screaming out his release. So he couldn’t stick his
tongue down his throat, so he couldn’t suck his cock or lick his balls, so he
couldn’t fuck him. But Quatre knew who Duo was seeing in his head now.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>It took a while
before Duo gingerly poked his head through the chink of the bathroom door. He’d
first been cleaning his toy, Quatre figured.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Sorry about
that,” Duo said with a goofy grin.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“
it’s me who needs to apologize. I was the one who… Shit!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo frowned.
Shit. Now, there was a word Quatre wasn’t prone to use.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What’s wrong,
Quatre?” Duo asked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre raised his
hand and looked at it with a wry smile. “I seem to have soiled the sheets.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo’s indulgence
and patience didn’t seem to have any limits tonight. Must’ve
been something in the air. Or maybe just Quatre being
all beautiful and adorable. God, it had never occurred to him just how
pretty that boy was. He was innocent and naïve, and that’s just what made him
so damn sexy.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Don’t worry
about it, Quatre,” he smiled brightly. “We’ll just change the sheets then.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre smiled
thankfully at him for not being angry. He had already taken it far enough, now
he still had to spill his cum all over the sheets.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He stood up to
get fresh sheets while Duo took the dirty ones and threw them in the hamper.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh, I know what
we can do!” Duo suddenly said, making Quatre jump.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Duo, what the
hell are you talking about?” Quatre yelled, tugging to get the freaking fitting
sheet into place. He had servants for this!
you hearing us screaming all the time.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh, that,”
Quatre snorted.
so simple. We just make Wufei switch rooms with you.
It’s your house after all! Yay, problem solved!” Duo
cheered. “Here, let me help you.” He jogged over to Quatre’s
side of the bed, freeing Quatre of his torturous task. “Just lift the mattress
for me, I’ll fold.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre did as he
was told. “Switch rooms? But, what for? I’m pretty sure
he’ll want a reason, seeing as to where he will be moving to.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh, we’ll think
of something,” Duo said, waving his hand. “Besides, I still have his book. I
can blackmail him as much as I want. There, all done.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>They still threw
some fresh sheets on the bed an it looked as unused and innocent as it ever
would. Too bad there was no one there to admire their work.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What are we
gonna do now?” Quatre asked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Downstairs?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Okay.”
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style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo
uninterestedly sat staring at the screen while the last tones of Elton John’s
Circle of Life droned through the speakers. Next to him, Quatre was sniffing
and dabbing his eyes with a hankerchief. Maybe it was
a good thing after all that Duo had walked in just now
while Quatre was still half naked. He might’ve suspected that Quatre was a
girl.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“God, that was
beautiful,” Quatre blubbered, standing and bending over to clear the table.
“I’m so glad we watched it after all.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo watched as
Quatre bent over. God, but the boy had a fine ass. He thought with guilty
pleasure of Quatre’s cock, and the
cum dripping on the bedsheets. His sucking
mouth, cleaning the cum off his fingers. He could feel
his mouth watering, and he bit his lip, longingly. He so badly wanted to make a
vow to himself that one day, he would taste his cum.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo quickly shook
his head. That was out of the
question.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He needed a
drink.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>No, he needed a
fuck.
Quatre.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>NO! Drink! Now!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes, and it sure
got interesting when you started singing along with the theme song,” he
mumbled, amused.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Are we gonna
watch the second one too?” Quatre said over his shoulder, on his way to the
kitchen.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo picked up a
few empty bottles of soda, and followed his friend. “You know, Quatre, I have a
better idea.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You do?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Yes, let’s play
a game,” Duo suggested.
game?”
drinking game.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The sparkle in
I’m not very good with alcohol. I kinda…” He gave a
little cough. “Kinda lose control when I have too
much.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo glanced aside
and spotted Quatre’s red cheeks. Then his eyes
widened as he remembered what had happened at the end of the prestigious
reception that had been held to celebrate the end of the war. “God, that’s
true!” he exclaimed. “You said you were too hot, and then you took off your
clothes and sprung into the fountain!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I didn’t take
off all my clothes,” Quatre mumbled weakly in defense.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Hey, people were
still staring all the same,” Duo grinned.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What makes you
so sure?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“There’s no
fountain.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“There’s a pool.
Besides… not much down there I haven’t seen yet.” He watched with fascination
how Quate’s blush deepened.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Liked what you
saw, didn’t you?” Quatre murmured, gazing up into Duo’s eyes. Maybe it had been
a bad idea to let Duo kiss him. Not because it was wrong, he had stopped caring
about that. But now he wanted more. Much more.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo quickly
swallowed the sudden exces saliva in his mouth. His
eyes narrowed briefly, and there was a little alarm bell going off, somewhere
in the very, very back of his head. “Hmm… Okay… I get the glasses, you get the
vodka.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Are we really
gonna do this?” Quatre sighed. “I don’t wanna
embarrass myself.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh, but you
don’t necessarily have to drink,
Quatre,” Duo explained. “See, the game’s called ‘I have never’. It goes like
this: each of us has say, five glasses of liquor. I make a statement. For
instance, when I say “I have never cried while watching a movie”…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre blushed,
glancing at the moist hankerchief he still held in
his hand. “Any chance you’d believe me when I say I haven’t either?” he grinned
sheepishly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No,” Duo said
flatly, eager to start the game. “See, because you did cry while watching a movie, you’d have to take a drink.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Ah yeah, I get
it. And when I say something I have never done, and you have, you have to take
a drink.”
make a statement. This one’s for practice.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre thought,
tapping his finger against his chin. “Hmm… I have never stayed up partying all
night.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“And that would
be a drink for me,” Duo laughed.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre spontaneously
joined in his laughter. In the end, he agreed to do the game.
then maybe Duo would loosen up and get reckless. Maybe he would forget about Heero
and see only him. Maybe he would…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>But he was
running ahead of the matter. There was another problem: he couldn’t get drunk
himself. So then, he would just have to lie, however unlikely the situation was
Duo would sketch out.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Whenever you
drink, you of course have to motivate your answer. When, with who, where, you
know. There is only one rule at this game, Quatre.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh, and that
is?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You don’t lie.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre grinned
inwardly, quickly shaking his head. “I won’t lie, Duo.
I promise.” But he already was!
your good little soul?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Well, not like
there was that much left of his good little soul. “Yes, on my good little
soul,” Quatre nodded, biting his two fingers. “So, I’ll get the vodka then.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Okay,” Duo
beamed. While Quatre was in the bar, Duo ejected the DVD out of the player and
put it back in its case. As he was taking the shot glasses out of the cupboard,
thoughts started running through his head. He really wondered who it was Quatre
had a crush on. It wasn’t someone of their close little group. Yet still he
knew him very well. ‘Close little group’, that was the five of them to Duo. Did
Quatre count others to their group too? Or… Quatre had
never said it wasn’t someone of their little group, Duo had just assumed that.
It wasn’t Trowa. Maybe it was… Maybe it was
Wufei had Zechs. No, wait.
yet at that time. Then who…?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo’s eyes flew
open and his face took on the colour of Quatre’s
Heero. Quatre had a crush on Heero! It must’ve been. The pieces of the puzzle
fit perfectly together!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He had to get
Quatre drunk. Then he could maybe wheedle it out of him. Only kids and
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>When Quatre
traipsed back into the room, Duo welcomed him with a smile that was rather too
bright.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre frowned at
the overdone smile Duo was sending his way. Was he missing something here?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Where’s the
bottle?” Duo said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“It’s in the
kitchen,” Quatre said, taking the glasses. “I’ll just go fill them up.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’ll help you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No
He coaxed Duo down on the couch. “You just get comfortable. I’m the host
his secrecy. He had a plan.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Uh… Okay.” Duo’s
eyes were automatically drawn to Quatre’s backside.
flexing ever so tantalizingly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>After a while,
Quatre came back with a tray with two rows of five shot glasses. Setting the
tray on the glass table top, he went sitting on his knees on the ground,
opposite to where Duo was sitting on the couch. “Who will start?” Quatre asked
cheerfully, wondering idly at the musing smile that was on Duo’s lips.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Flip for it?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre won.
Rubbing his hands, he looked up in thoughts. “Let me see. Uhmm…
I have never… seduced a teacher to get higher grades.”
really?”
grin.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I thought I explained
you the rules, Quat. No lying.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m not lying,”
Quatre said, perplexed. “I really have never seduced a teacher.” His brow
knitted as he realized what Duo meant. “I meant at school!” This was good, very
good. Duo knew he’d been seducing him, still he didn’t
go Shinigami on him for it. He was just grinning
about it now.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh,” Duo said,
before gulping down the contents of his first glass. “
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Well, it was
your idea. Now, it will be your responsibility if things get out of hand,”
Quatre sniggered. “Now, speak up.” He leaned his arms on the coffee table as he
waited for Duo’s motivation.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“It was two years
ago, English teacher. What can I say, my grades weren’t exactly to write home
about and the guy was cute.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Did you… well,
you know?” Quatre stuttered, unable to bring himself to say the dreaded F‑word
out loud.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Nah, just had to
suck him off, that’s all. The guy didn’t know left from right when I was done
with him.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre leaned his
head on his arms, shamelessly interested. “Does Heero know?” he asked,
determined to get as much as possible out of him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh yeah,” Duo
said casually. “He’s done it himself too. More than that even.”
this was priceless. Heero Yuy’s secrets revealed.
teacher.
Oh, the speaking, that’s quite alright. But grammar,” Duo continued. “He just
pushed the man down on the floor, there, in the classroom. Took his pants of
and rode him. I was a floor higher, but I could swear I heard the man
screaming. It was an old building. And you know what the funniest part is?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Outside, right
in front of the door, a whole group of 16 year old girls were
waiting for the teacher to let them in.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You’re not
serious!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“It’s true. Heero
just walked past them with that ‘I don’t give a damn’-attitude of his, and that
teacher, well we haven’t seen him anymore for the rest of our stay at that
school. Felt kinda bad for him though. We never meant
for that to happen.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“And you didn’t
mind him doing that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Well, no.”
for fun?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo laughed. “No.
Well, that also, obviously. But we just weren’t officially together yet, back
then. So we could do what we wanted. Just, you know, the occasional touching,
and flirting, and kissing.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre reclined,
leaning back on his two hands, a grin on his lips. “If Heero only knew you were
telling all this stuff about him.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Please keep your
mouth shut about this, okay Quat?” Duo said with a
end of this holiday alive otherwise.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I will, trust
me,” Quatre reassured him. “Your turn.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo instantly
sprang upright in the couch, his eyes gleaming with ominous glitters. He would
have to go to the other extreme for Quatre. The soft one.
He already had the perfect statement in mind and was quick to make it. “I have
never kissed a girl.” And he was damn proud of it.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre scrunched
his nose at Duo’s ‘look how gay I am’-façade. Now that was just flaunting it.
“You have never kissed a girl?” he asked with a sour smile. “Not even Sister
Helen a kiss on the cheek when you were a kid?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Sister Helen was
not a girl. She was a woman who took care of me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“So you did!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m just saying
that…!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Alright Duo,
hold your horses. I believe you,” Quatre playfully soothed him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo’s nerves
calmed down. Always so quick to enervate himself. To
his surprise, Quatre didn’t drink. “Well Quat? Don’t
tell me you never gave your sis a
kiss goodnight.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“In fact, I
didn’t,” Quatre replied dryly. “My sisters and my mother were always the ones
to kiss me, but I never kissed them.”
Quatre saw the disbelief in Duo’s eyes. But it was true, he wasn’t lying.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’m telling the truth. You’re just a bad loser.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I’m not a bad
loser!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“So then prove it
and continue the game without sulking!”
moving on!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre grinned.
It was gonna be easier than he’d expected to get Duo drunk. “I have never
kissed a guy…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Not true! Not
true! You just kissed me, upstairs in my bed,” Duo was quick to throw in
between.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre rolled his
eyes at Duo’s ingenious remark. “I wasn’t finished,” Quatre snapped. “I have
never kissed a guy in public.” The look of triumph on Quatre’s
face didn’t brook any denial. After all, he’d witnessed it for himself yesterday.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Grunting at
it back. This was not according to the plan. His plan,
anyway. “You little devil,” he muttered. When he set the glass back on
the tray, it landed with a blow louder than he’d expected, making him jump from
his own action. “Did I do that?” he asked sheepishly.
however… “It’s the alcohol,” Quatre stated. “I thought you could take more,
Duo.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I can take
more,” Duo said, a hint of offence in his voice. “This
is Duo Maxwell you’re looking at here, Quat.”
number one.”
I’m not drunk yet, just a little light-headed.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>They went on like
that for another half an hour. Duo had insisted on a second round. Surprisingly,
Quatre’d ended up only having to take one drink. Duo
at the other hand… Drunk like never before and still eager for more. Oh, it had
been easy. Statements like ‘I’ve never seen anyone’s genitals except for my own’,
‘I’ve never snuck into a restricted area’ and ‘I’ve never been streaking’.
Yeah, decadent, Quatre had to admit. But he had the desired result in the end.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Wait, I’ll help
you,” Duo slurred as Quatre took the tray to clear the glasses away.
stay here.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo snorted. “’m
the coffee table and tumbled to the floor.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre merely
glanced at him. Wasn’t injured? Good. “Yes, you are. Now, I’m just gonna take
these glasses to the kitchen, and the furniture’d
better be undamaged – and clean - when I come back.” Not trusting Duo to stay
alone for too long in the lounge room with all its expensive furniture, he
hurried to dump the glasses in the sink and throw the tray in one of the
cupboards. He expected a crash from the glass table top of his coffee table
breaking any moment.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Running back to
the lounge room, he poked his head around the doorpost. “Duo?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo was gone.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Oh great,”
Quatre groaned, rubbing his head. Drunk man on the
loose. “I gotta find him.” About to comb through the
lounge room – God knows he might still be there on the floor somewhere – he all
of a sudden smelt something: Vodka. And it was coming from right behind him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>A radiant, ear to
ear smile and unsteady purple eyes greeted him when he turned around. Duo had
followed his nose and had found the way to the bar. How long had Quatre been in
that kitchen?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Hello,
the other one supporting him against the door post. Raising the bottle to his
lips, he donned a good amount of the strong beverage, drinking it like water.
Then he offered it to Quatre. “Want some?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre winced at
the volume of Duo’s voice. “Duo, give me that. You’ve already had enough,” he
sighed, reaching for the bottle.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“No!” Duo barked.
“If you want it, you first have to catch it.” Cackling stupidly, he held the
bottle up high in the air. Quatre was shorter than him and he delighted in
teasing the boy. “Can’t reach it, can ya?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Growing more
annoyed by the second, Quatre tiptoed and leaned up against Duo, straining to
get his hands on the bottle of liquor. Yes, he’d wanted him drunk. But not
drunk enough to have him staggering through the house and breaking it down in
the process. He knew how over energetic Duo could get when he was too drunk,
and at times like that he was glad Heero was around. “Duo, give me the bottle,
You’re swearing. You shouldn’t swear, you’re the
sweetest of our five. Heero and I, we will do the swearing.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I swear whenever
I feel like swearing!” Quatre yelled. He had reached the point of jumping up
and trying to snag the bottle now.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“You shouldn’t
make such a big deal out of it, Quat,” Duo laughed.
He pushed Quatre around the corner and pressed him against the wall, holding
him there with his body. Whishing the bottle past Quatre’s
outstretched hand, he held it against his lips and started pouring, not caring whether
Quatre was swallowing or not. Most of it just dribbled down his chin. “Relax,
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>The succession of
actions had followed each other so quickly, that Quatre didn’t even register
Duo’s body against him. He spluttered and tried to push the bottle away. Some
of it inevitably found its way into his mouth and he had to swallow. He coughed
at the burning feel in his throat. “Duo, stop it. This isn’t fun,” he blubbered,
turning his head. Why did people keep on forcefeeding
him alcohol?!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Humming, Duo
gleefully poured on until the bottle was empty, drenching Quatre’s
shirt. Only then he seemed to realize the mess he had made. “Oh, Quatre,” he
said with a guilty hand to his mouth, pulling back. “I’m so sorry. Look at
you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre had held
his eyes closed the entire time. Only when he heard Duo speaking again, his voice
remarkably softer, he opened them and gingerly peered aside. Duo’s eyes were
attached to the vodka on his chin, running down his neck and further down his
chest.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Such a waste,”
Duo murmured, stepping closer to Quatre again.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>This time Quatre
was with his full senses, and he saw Duo invading his personal space, seriously
invading it. He felt his heartbeat quickening rapidly with Duo so close. He
looked up at him. He was drunk, his main interest not on him but on the vodka
on his skin. But he was with him, and not two inches away. He saw him lowering
his head.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>And then
him. Slowly and savorously, he licked the vodka off
his neck. “D‑Duo,” he peeped, closing his eyes in bliss.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo merely
murmured, slurping away on the creamy skin.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre felt the
air disappearing from his lungs and refusing to come back. His breaths were
quick and shallow, just enough to keep his wits about him. He felt like he was
going to suffocate, like he was floating on clouds. He held his head aside and
pressed against the wall, allowing Duo’s tongue to discover more of his neck.
This is what he had wanted. Duo was licking
him! By god, it felt so good, so sinfully good.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“It’s good,” Duo
purred, as if he’d been reading his thoughts.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I agree,” Quatre
whimpered, hearing himself moaning softly. He dared to
glance down and, dear god in heaven, saw Duo dropping
to his knees! He hoped he wouldn’t notice his hard on pushing his pants up, and
if he did, that he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. “Duo, w‑what are
you gonna do?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Duo pressed his
nose in Quatre’s shirt, inhaling. “I like the smell
of vodka,” he smiled, silly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Ah, the real
drunkard in him coming to the fore.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Actually,
Quatre thought to himself, why am I so nervous about him noticing my hard on?
Isn’t that exactly what I want? That he takes it out and plays with it? And
then the mental encouraging started. Undo the button… Pull the zipper down…
Shove my pants to my knees… Take him out and… He closed his eyes again as
the fantasy started to form. Oh… Oh god… Take it out… Suck it… Suck me! He
wasn’t aware of his fingers creeping in Duo’s chestnut mane, subconsciously
pushing his head down. Duo… I want you to suck me. Suck me hard. Oh… I want
to feel your lips on my dick… your tongue… running up and down… licking me…
there.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He was panting
now, moaning, almost came in his pants at the visions playing in front of his
eyes. He rocked his hips, his cock gaining pressure against Duo’s chest. Duo
still held on to his waist, his nose still pressed into his shirt.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Quatre couldn’t
believe he was this sex crazed, all of a sudden. Never had he been this horny,
swimming and his legs were all shaky. It was good.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Through his
outrageous panting, he all of a sudden could distinguish a soft sound. He
forced his breathing to calm down so he could hear it better. He focussed and
tried to detect where it came from. It sounded like… snoring?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>He looked down.
For the first time, he noticed that Duo’s arms around his waist had remarkably
loosened and that he was leaning against his legs with his full weight.
Grabbing Duo’s shoulders, he gently pulled him away from him and heard a stream
of colourful language passing his mind. It was
snoring. Duo had fallen asleep. There he was, hornier than a deer in rut, and
Duo had fallen asleep!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Punishment for
your unchaste thoughts, the little white angel on his shoulder whispered in
his ear.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Oh, take a hike!
the little devil from the other shoulder.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Ignoring the
bickering of his conscience, Quatre sighed and rubbed a hand over his forehead.
He gently laid Duo on his back on the thick carpet, wondering what to do now.
He couldn’t just leave him there, could he? He didn’t need Heero bellowing
around the house why his boyfriend was lying on the floor when he came home,
smelling of vodka. He figured he’d just have to carry him upstairs then. Of
course, he could’ve laid him on the couch, the one
vodka he’d had didn’t fog his mind enough to make him that stupid. Besides, it
was water. That had been his plan. It would’ve been quite a bit more convenient
too in his current position to move him to the couch. But if he took him
upstairs, then he had more room to…
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> the pristine white angel meddled again.
italic'>the little devil encouraged.
Shut up! Quatre, I dare you to finish that thought!
You shut up! Quatre, have more room to…?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“To fuck him,” Quatre whispered. He shivered at his own words. He had
said ‘fuck’. Out loud. He was going to fuck. He wanted to.
Oh no! the angel wailed.
You’re making him do this! he spat to the devil.
At least he’s having fun when he’s doing what I say,
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>the devil sneered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>It had come natural in his mind, but saying it out loud made him
realize the crime it was going to be, and he was getting second thoughts. He
was so desperate and horny that he simply forgot that he didn’t want to be that
kind of person.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He took Duo in his arms and tested his weight. It seemed doable to
carry him up the stairs without ending up with a hernia. Straightening, he left
one arm around Duo’s shoulders and the other one went around the back of his
knees. He still staggered a bit as his legs had to carry both their weight, but
he steadied himself against the wall.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>On both his shoulders, an angel and a devil were awaiting what his next
move would be in remarkable silence. They watched him carrying Duo up the
stairs, kicking the door to Duo’s room open and laying him down on the bed with
great care. The angel held his breath when Quatre went lying down next to him.
To be continued…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Next chapter
Quatre throws caution to the wind and gets naughty. Very
naughty. >:D
Preview:
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>If Duo wanted something to suck on...
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> He could give him something to suck on.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He carefully crawled closer to Duo’s head, until he could press the tip
of his cock against Duo’s lips. His breathing sped up with anticipation, and he
swallowed hard. He watched as Duo’s mouth opened up, and almost automatically,
he started sucking. Quatre clutched a hand to his mouth to stifle his screams
of pleasure. It was unlike anything he’d have imagined. It was warm, and wet,
and the suction was sure to drive him mad. Panting and whimpering, he pushed
his cock deeper, until his balls were resting against Duo’s chin. He was
completely in now. And still Duo didn’t recoil. He was amazing.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And so Quatre sat there, straddling Duo’s face, with his cock in Duo’s
mouth, and a hand cluthed in the pillow at either
side of Duo’s head. His lips had a gasping, blissful smile on them. His eyes
were half open, but not really seeing anything.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Suddenly, he felt two hands on his buttcheeks,
and looking behind, he saw Duo’s strong hands gently kneeding
the plump flesh. “Oh, Duo…” he groaned, letting his head fall forward again.
To his growing exhilaration, he felt Duo’s fingers sliding towards his crevice.
They were still moist from when he’d sucked them, and Quatre could feel his
hole calling out for them. “Do it…” he hissed.