I wish I were you
Phone sex
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22. Phone sex
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mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> stretched out under the sheet and sighed. Heavenly! The day had been…
tiring. He switched off the light and snuggled in the pillow. It still smelt of
the sweat of his lover.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He must’ve been under the impression that he was still sleeping in his
old room.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>When he heard the first moan, he remembered that he wasn’t. Grumbling,
he pushed the sheets back, switched the light back on and grabbed his pants.
After some fumbling, he’d managed to fish his cell phone out of his pocket.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Zechs?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hi honey,” it sounded from the other side, in that warm, sultry voice.
It made Wufei shiver. “You sound… a little upset. Is
there something wrong?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> heard the smirk in his words and scowled to the phone. “You said I
could call you when they… started again?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>There was a relaxed sigh. “Yes.” The faint sound of
liquid being poured into a glass. Water. Or
liquor. Almost as if he’d been expecting him to call. “Have they… started
again?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Well…”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Commencing countdown!
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Five, four, three, two- OOH! Heero!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'> chuckled. “God, I can actually hear them.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No kidding.” Wufei whimpered softly, his
hand rubbing his forehead. “Was there really no way you could stay here?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I told you, I had work to do, honey.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes,” Wufei sighed. “And unless I would pay
a monthly salary on your account, work was more important than me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes, sorry I put it that way, but I have bills, you know?” There was a
soft rustling. Wufei imagined it being
you wearing?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Huh?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“I said, what are you wearing?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“My… pyjama’s.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“And undies?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes.” He sounded mystified.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Take them off.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“What?!”
italic'> He sounded shocked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You heard me. Take it all off. I want you naked.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> shuddered. His lover’s voice crept through the phone like a wolf
creeping up on Little Red Riding Hood. “I… I didn’t know it was gonna be that
kind of phone call… I thought we were just gonna talk about… I don’t know. What
we did today.” He heard a soft exhalation.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What we did today?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Uh… yeah.
italic'> I mean… No, not that!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh… Wufei…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What… What are you doing?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m caressing my balls and my cock… And now, I’m…” He hissed. “I’m
rubbing over the tip. Aah… feels so good.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Z-Zechs!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Wufei spluttered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Are you naked yet?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Ah… wait.” Wufei put the phone down and
quickly pulled his pyjama vest and pants off. He was already delightfully hard
between his legs. Then he hesitated. He had that feeling like every wall and
every object in the room was watching him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>A loud moan came from his cell phone, and biting his lip, he tugged his
briefs down and over his feet. “Hey, I’m back! What are you doing now?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m licking you. Can you feel my tongue on your body?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> moved his free hand where he imagined Zechs’
tongue, caressing over his heaving chest and tight abs. “Gghh…
Yeah…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Can you feel me sucking your nipple? My tongue
flicking over it. Then sucking hard?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He pinched his nipple and teased it to hardness. “I feel it. It’s
wonderful!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What do you want me to do next?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Uhh…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Order me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Uhm… You… take off your clothes too.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“They are off.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh. All of them?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Well… Then… lick my ass!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I knew you were gonna say that.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Oh yeah?”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah, you love it when I do that thing…” the little hiss again “with
my tongue.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“With your… Oh god!”
fingers crept over and behind his balls and he imagined that thing… with the
tongue… “Oh! Do it!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes master.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Damn, that
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Does if feel nice, master?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It feels incredible!” Wufei gargled. He
tried to manoeuvre the phone between his head and shoulder. Not so easy in his
current state of drooling, panting rapture. He dropped it. And
swore. Loudly. He quickly hunted for it and
heard Zechs laughing. “It’s not funny!” he all but
shrieked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You know, there’s a button on the phone. It’s called a speaker,”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> narrowed his eyes. “Smartass.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Aren’t I?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He studied the buttons on his cell phone and tried to recall the right
one. He had used the speaker function exactly once, didn’t remember what for.
it… that one?
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Zechs?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Hard and ready for you, honey.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Hail technology! It worked!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Grinning victoriously, he carefully put the phone on the bedside table.
“So, you were gonna…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Do that thing…”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Yeah… with your tongue.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Uhu.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> bit his lip and sucked his fingers, panting with anticipation. He
spread his legs, wide, and angled his hips just enough for his finger to slip
inside. Smiling with bliss, he let his head fall back against the thin wall.
The sounds at the other side were still very stimulating. He heard Duo giving a
little shriek of joy, for whatever reason.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Damn, was that Duo?” Zechs said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah,” Wufei sniggered. “Noisy bastard he
is.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh, but I’m quite sure I could make you just that noisy,”
back to his husky, lascivious tone. “I want you to fuck me, Wufei.
Really, style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>really
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> deep! Ah… Uh!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> frowned. That last moan sounded… intense. Interesting.
He thought he could hear a slight buzzing too. “What are you doing?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Uh… I’m using a vibrator. I’m… pushing it in. Feels
fucking amazing!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> hissed and closed his eyes, his fingers moving faster and deeper,
felt his toes curling at the thought of Zechs with a
vibrator up his ass. “God Zechs…” The sound was low
and guttural. “You make me so
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>!” The hand on his cock started moving, feverishly,
in rhythm with his fingers. He could almost feel Zechs’
body heat on him!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Don’t you have a toy… honey?” Zechs’ voice
was strained. Gasping, sighing. Wufei smiled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t… think so…” Wufei panted. And then
he could practically see the yellow flash of the proverbial light bulb going
off in his head, and he whooped with barely suppressed glee. “Wait, I do!” He’d
found one stuffed behind the bedside table, must’ve been Quatre’s,
though he could hardly believe that. He’d found it gross at first, had
delicately picked it up with thumb and index finger, held it at arms length
like it was a fish head gone very bad, then had tossed it somewhere near the
door with disgust. And left it there.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>His opinion had changed drastically about it now.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He quickly jumped up, snagged it from the floor and jumped back on the
bed.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t really know how to use it, though,” he said, pouting slightly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What does it look like?” Zechs asked. He
sounded calmer again. Wufei guessed he’d stopped for
now, wanting the pleasure to be mutual.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s long and hollow.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Does it have a switch on it?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> studied it. “Uhm… Yeah! Here.” He switched
it on, and came to the delightful discovery that it could vibrate. “It
vibrates! Do you… think I should put it where I think I should put it?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Why don’t you give it a try and find out for yourself?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Okay.” Wufei turned it off again and placed
it carefully around his cock. Then he took a deep, shuddering breath and,
almost solemnly, turned in back on.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>His scream was vehement, even to him. His bodily reaction was even more
vehement. His head whipped back, his hips surged forward into the device. His
body nearly burst with the pleasure. Behind him, the noise would soon be over.
Duo was shouting out in euphoria, Heero shouted along with him. His one hand
grasped wildly about him. “Zechs… Oh
“I’m fucking you… so… good!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Uhn… Yeah… Fuck me!
Fuck me!” Zechs groaned.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> gave a few more thrusts into the toy, not wanting the pleasure to end,
but still so desperate for what was waiting just on the other side.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And then there was that glorious moment where his body seemed to float
and everything went white in front of his eyes. He felt his orgasm humming
through his every limb, his every bone. The sound he screamed seemed like
something distant, something apart from him, even as he felt his vocal chords
vibrating with the effort. A second cry, shaped like his name, came from the
phone.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Only when he fell back on the bed, he realized how sharply he must’ve
arched his back.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>No one spoke for a few long moments. Eventually, Zechs
broke the silence, his voice smooth and rich like butter melting over warm
pastry.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wufei…”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> sighed. The toy was disposed of, back to its old place on the floor.
Turning on his side, he reached for his cell phone, switched the speaker button
off and pressed the device to his ear, as if it would bring Zechs
closer to him. “Hey…” he smiled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“So… was it as good for you as it was for me?” The smirk was all over
his voice.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Enough with the cheesy lines,” Wufei
chuckled. “When can we meet again?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m free tomorrow night.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You wanna go out?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Why don’t we skip the date and get straight to the good stuff? I think
we know each other well enough already, no?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> giggled. “Definitely.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Can I come over again? Quatre has great beds.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“He does!” Wufei laughed. “I’m sure he won’t
mind you coming over again.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Great.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The door to his room suddenly swung open. Jumping up, he quickly pulled
the sheet over his nude body. “What the hell are you two doing here?!” he
sputtered. His eyes went straight to the floor. The toy!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero slouched into the room behind his hysteric lover. Something drew
his attention on the floor, tuning out Duo’s jeering “What was that all about,
toy?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Wait…
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>His toy?!
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Wufei, is that my toy?!” Heero yelled,
sounding suitably indignant.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It… it was already here when I got here, I swear!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“God, Wufei!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s true! Why would I go and steal your stuff? Does that sound like
something I would do?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero had to admit, it didn’t. And then he heard it. Silence,
next to him. Suspiciously so. He turned to his
boyfriend. “Duo?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes?” Sounding innocent like a newborn, of course.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Do you know more about this?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo pursed his lips and rolled his eyes up. “I… might?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Did you give it to Wufei?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“He did not give it to me, if I need toys, I can buy them myself!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Then how did it get here?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I leant it to Quatre,” Duo confessed.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Why?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Because he doesn’t have any himself.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“He…” Heero’s eyes narrowed. “He doesn’t have
any himself?” His voice was silent, a venomous whisper. And then the storm
really unleashed. “What do you mean, he doesn’t have any himself?! Did he not
say just this morning that he, timid little Quatre, frequently uses toys
himself?! Are you taking me for a ride again, Duo?!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo’s eyes snapped open as he realized his mistake. “I… I mean… He
doesn’t have any like those,
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> he has a lot of other toys!” Duo babbled,
desperately trying to cover up his slip of the tongue.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“How do you know that? Tried them out yourself, together with him?!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Well, maybe I have! You know Heero, I’m really sick of it that you
regard me as your property!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Guys!”
italic'> Wufei valiantly interfered. His courage had
– with some difficulty – won from his timidity, and he had wrapped the sheet
around his hips and was now pushing the two towards the door, gently, yet
firmly. “If you must argue then could you please do that outside? And…” he
picked the toy up, again like it was the fish head. “take
this with you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You wish, Wufei. You’re gonna clean that
first,” Heero stated.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh… right.” He dropped it again. “And now, please… I’d like to sleep.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah, right,” Duo snickered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Shut up, Duo! We weren’t finished yet!” Heero snapped as
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Shaking his head, Wufei flopped back down on
his bed. The phone was still on. “Zechs, are you
still there?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah, I am.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Sorry you had to witness that.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What was that all about?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Turns out the toy was from Heero and… he
wasn’t too happy about it. It appears that Duo, behind his back, had leant it
to Quatre, and he wanted to know why, and… well, it’s a long story.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I think you handled it very well, honey. Don’t let it bother you
anymore.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I won’t.” He was getting tired, sleep slumbering
just behind his eyelids. He yawned.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Sleepy?” Zechs said.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah,” Wufei murmured. “That was great, you
know.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I think so too. I love you, honey.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I love you too,” Wufei smiled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Sleep now. I want you well rested for tomorrow.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> purred and hugged his arms against his chest. “I can’t wait.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Me neither.” There was a smile in his voice. “Sleep well, little
dragon. See you tomorrow.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hmm yeah…” His cock gave a gentle, sleepy twitch at the prospect. “Sleep
well.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He switched the phone off, turned off the
light, put his earplugs in his ears – which was necessary with the lover’s spat
just outside his door – and sunk into a sweet sleep full of most fascinating
dreams.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>~*~
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo was sulking. Heero was trying not to burst out in vicious remarks.
Quatre was ignoring the fact that Trowa had most
probably cried himself to sleep last night. Trowa was
wallowing in self-pity.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> was oblivious to it all. He had just returned from his morning run
around the backyard, feeling pleasantly sweaty and refreshed at the same time.
Running a towel over his neck, he walked into the house and bumped shoulders
with Heero on his way.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Where are you going?” he said.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Out!”
italic'> Heero barked. “Anywhere!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> stared after him. Blinking, he raised his hand to feel if his nose was
still there. It was. He shrugged and proceeded to the kitchen, where he poured
himself a glass of water and drank it. The sounds of the water, his swallowing
throat and the glass being set back on the counter were the only things that
could be heard. And yet he was not alone in the kitchen. Trowa
was there, and Duo too. How unusual.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Where’s Quatre?” he asked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Went upstairs,” came Trowa’s
clipped answer. He was sitting at the table and didn’t bother to look up from
his mug of coffee.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> nodded. “No breakfast today?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It was Heero’s turn to make it.” Duo said. “But
he was not ‘in the mood’,” he mimicked with a sour face, “to make it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>More silence. Someone yawned. Trowa
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>They all jumped when the bell rang. For the first time since he’d
entered the kitchen, Wufei saw a spark of interest in
his two friends. “You expecting someone?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>They both shook their heads.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Frowning, he went to open the front door. His mouth fell open, and his
face lit up. “Zechs!” he cried, flying around the
tall one’s neck. “Thank god!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'> laughed. “So happy to see me?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“The tension in there is unbearable,” Wufei
groaned, releasing him again. “What are you doing here? I thought you were only
free tonight?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I took a few days off from work,” Zechs
shrugged.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“On such short notice?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Wufei said, frowning.
“Yesterday, you were still swamped with work.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I lied. Thought I’d surprise you!”
was about to protest. “I brought breakfast.” He held up a large paper bag.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> pursed his lips in consideration. “Okay, you’re forgiven,” he grinned.
“Come on in.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Zechs
italic'> slipped past him as he stepped aside, unable to resist a caress along
murmured in his ear.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> shivered. He recognized the edge of desire to his lover’s voice and
gladly took the hint. “It really was,” he sighed. He lifted his head up for a
kiss and instantly felt Zechs’ tongue delving
hungrily inside. He moaned into his mouth, arching against him. “I’m
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh… but, I heard that Quatre has a swimming pool here,”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei’s
italic'> mouth twisted into a grin of his own. “That’s true. Do you have
swimming trunks with you?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Do we need that?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei’s
italic'> breath hitched. He felt his cheeks turning blood red. “God,
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Grinning, Zechs pushed Wufei
further into the house. “Let’s go,” he growled as he planted more kisses on
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What about breakfast?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Later.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Wufei
italic'> bit his lip, staggering backwards. He still somehow felt himself
obligated to let the others know of the food. He grabbed the paper bag from
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo stuck his head outside at the mention of breakfast, albeit still
with a rather dirty look on his face. His eye detected the paper bag, and he
picked it up. “Zechs? What
are you doing here? And where the hell are you going?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Swimming pool!”
italic'> Wufei gargled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo gaped. Zechs’ gestures were… primal.
submit to him though.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He shrugged and pulled the bag open. The smell of sugar and fresh
pastry rose up from it and he felt his mouth water. Spreading the treats out on
a plate, he took one and took a bite. “Oh heavens,” he mumbled, licking his
fingers. “You have to taste one, Trow. They’re
delicious!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, thank you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo looked at Trowa and swallowed, and as he
swallowed, the vision came back to him of Trowa
slumped over the counter of the bar. He’d never told them what had made him so
miserable; getting him to open his mouth was as challenging as trying to pry
apart a lobster’s vice grip.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He sighed and sat next to him, a compassionate arm around his shoulder.
“So how are you feeling now?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> resisted the urge to shake off his rival’s arm; he found it worrying
how everyone tried to look into each other’s feelings.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He ran a tired hand over his face. He heard the blood pulsing in his
head, felt it throbbing behind his downcast eyes. He lifted his head to look at
Duo and was mildly pleased with the slight shock that passed his face. He knew his
eyes were bloodshot, he’d seen it when he’d washed his face this morning. “Not
so good, Duo,” he murmured.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s about Quatre? He doesn’t return your feelings?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Who said I had feelings for him?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Trowa, moles with sunglasses on could see
you have feelings for him.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“So you knew.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Duo splurted a
self-evident “Tcha.”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yet you still went on and on with your…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“He had asked me,” Duo shrugged. “I was just helping out a friend.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>This time it was Trowa who snorted the “
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Do you want me to stop?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t want you to stop. He’s not my property, and if he wants you to
give him sex education, then that’s fine with me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo had to smile for Trowa’s sulking face. He
put two pastries on a plate and shoved them to Trowa.
“Here, why don’t you take these upstairs to Quatre’s
room? See if he’s hungry, try to talk about it. I don’t like seeing you so
sad.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And see the disgust on his face again once he would enter the room? “I…
don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What harm can it do?” Duo urged gently.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The harm that it could, and probably would do, was that Quatre would
find him too obtrusive and clingy. And while he was desperate, he didn’t want
to come over as a pathetic loser begging for his attention. “No,” he said,
pushing the plate away.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Don’t you love him anymore then?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m… not sure. I think I’m gonna watch a movie or something. Just…
think of nothing for a while.” He got up, forcing a faint smile. “Thank you,
Duo. You’re… a good friend.” He wasn’t too sure if he meant it. But at the same
time, he couldn’t blame him for anything. After all, Duo didn’t know the real
reason of his and Quatre’s sudden aloofness. And
clearly, he didn’t remember anything about that night, as he’d been saying up
till now. If he did, his body language would’ve been entirely different. He
believed him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Anytime, buddy,” Duo smiled back, and watched his friend leave for the
lounge. Shaking his head, he picked up the plate and took it himself.
To be continued…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Next chapter:
brings Quatre breakfast in his bedroom. He should not have done that.
Preview:
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Thank you, Duo. For… this,” Quatre explained as he saw Duo’s confused
frown. “For comforting me. You’ve always been the
nicest one.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo laughed softly and pulled him close again. “Silly,” he chuckled. He
took one of the pastries, took a bite, then held it in
front of Quatre. “Here, have a taste. They’re delicious.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hm, they sure smell delicious,” sniffed
Quatre. He inched closer and took a bite.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo watched as Quatre opened his mouth. They never broke eye contact.
He felt a strange twinge in his gut when Quatre’s
teeth sank in the pastry, almost… sensual. Or was that just him? His eyes
dropped to Quatre’s lips, powdery white sugar
sticking to them. Then they lowered further to that smooth, soft throat when he
swallowed. He was still trying to figure out if he entirely disliked what he
felt when suddenly Quatre dropped his hand to Duo’s knee.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You’re right, they’re very good,” Quatre murmured.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo weakly nodded his head. “Uhu…” He wanted
to wipe the sugar off with his thumb.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t remember if I already thanked you for… all your lessons.” He
boldly wiggled a bit closer. He felt tired and strangely fuzzy. He felt like gluing
himself against a warm, soft body.
“Uh… Me neither.” In fact,
he wanted to lick it off with his tongue. The sugar.