And All That Jazz
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Table Manners
Table Manners
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Author : Presser
Archive : http://crimson.gwyaoi.com/beyondforever/Guest_Fanfiction/presser/presser.html
Pairings : 4x3 but the arc is really all about 1x2x1; this l’il ol’ 4x3 is a necessary part, I think….
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : AU, sapness, fluff
Feedback : Yes, please!
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Trowa and Quatre huddled at the booth at the bottom of the stairs. The room was softly buzzing with the sounds of conversation, ice against glass, laughter. Waiters darted between tables with delicate, honey-drizzled vanilla and chocolate flowers and after dinner drinks from the adjoining restaurant. Evening at /Le Jazz/ was almost over; patrons were waiting for Heero Yuy’s last set with the trio.
\"Let go of my hand, Trowa!\" Quatre pulled his wrist from the slim boy’s hand, then ran both of his hands through his platinum locks. \"You ready to explain what that was all about?\"
\"Oh, really, Q-chan, you can be so obtuse sometimes! You know very well what that was about. Heero wanted to be alone with Duo! We could hardly sit there and watch the two of them make love!\"
Before the smaller boy could respond, the door at the top of the stairs opened. Wufei slammed it shut and almost tumbled down the stairs. Heads turned to observe the commotion. Wufei’s shoes slapped the floor at the bottom of the stairs, and he dove for the booth, knocking Quatre into Trowa.
\"Hey!\" Quatre cried out. \"Watch it, will ya?\"
\"Sorry, Q-chan, I should not have run down the stairs.\" Wufei slumped down in his seat, breathed a sigh of relief.
\"So,\" Trowa said conspiratorially, \"did it work? Did Heero seduce Duo?\"
\"How should I know?\" Wufei snapped. \"I hardly hung around to see them in action. Heero practically shoved me out the door!\"
\"So, Trowa,\" Quatre said, now all love and kisses. \"What do you think they’re doing right now?\"
\"Probably making out. I know that’s what both of them wanted.\"
\"But neither of them knew that the other wanted the same thing,\" Wufei said.
\"Exactly!\" said Quatre. \"That’s what makes it so delicious. In fact,\" Quatre’s eyes narrowed, a smirk stealing across his lips, \"it’s what makes me more than a bit horny right now!\"
\"If you think I’m leaving before we find out what happened, you’re dead wrong, Quatre.\" Trowa glowered at the smaller boy. Aquamarine eyes twinkled back.
\"Well, I had no intention of missing out on that, Trowa dearest.\" Quatre batted long lashes at his lover. \"I don’t think there’s any problem with taking care of my needs while we wait.\"
\"Quatre!\" Wufei cried. \"You can’t be serious! Do you realize where we are?\"
\"Oh, he knows,\" Trowa said. \"It’s not like it’s the first time he’s tried this.\"
\"And you’re going to let him?!\" Wufei shouted, causing heads to turn again.
\"Well, not if you’re going to advertise, Wufei.\" Quatre waited for polite conversation to resume, then he winked at Wufei and ducked under the table.
\"Look,\" Trowa said, \"I’ve tried to stop him before, but when he gets like this, he’s…irresistible.\" The last word was strangled as Quatre put his hand firmly on Trowa’s cock and began to massage it through his jeans. \"Actually, I think he’s kind of cute when he’s like this.\"
Wufei’s jaw went slack; he sat staring at Trowa with his mouth open.
\"Well, don’t just…sit…there,\" Trowa said with an effort. Quatre had unzipped his pants and was tugging on Trowa’s growing cock. \"Make…some conver…sation, to keep…things looking…normal.\"
\"I suppose I’ll have to do all the talking,\" Wufei said with a scowl. You just nod if that’s what you want.\"
Trowa dipped his chin to his chest slightly. His eyes glazed; he put his hands into the crease between the seat and back of the booth and squeezed. \"Just…go…for…low key,\" Trowa spoke huskily. Quatre had freed his treasure and had begun to stroke Trowa’s considerable length.
\"Don’t know how he keeps it all in there,\" Quatre said to no one in particular.
\"Q-chan!\" Wufei hissed. \"Keep your comments to yourself! You may be comfortable doing this, but I’m not!\"
Quatre giggled, then went to work in earnest, tickling Trowa’s slit with feather brushes of his tongue. Trowa leaned his head back; his eyes fluttered.
\"You alright, hon?\" A waitress said to Trowa. On her way to the kitchen she had noticed that the boy’s drinks needed freshening. \"You look a bit flushed.\"
\"Oh, he’s okay,\" Wufei said nervously. \"He’s just trying to…remember something. Um…why don’t you bring us another round?\"
\"Alright, alright. Be right back.\" The waitress disappeared into the kitchen; Wufei sighed visibly.
\"How long is this going to last?\" Wufei said to Trowa, who was now having trouble sitting still. Quatre had moved on from teasing to torture, drooling large drops of saliva down the front of Trowa’s dick, then licking them up. He stopped each time to swirl his tongue around the tip of the shaft.
\"Not…much…longer,\" Trowa panted.
Wufei nervously drummed his fingers on the table. He decided to check the front of the table to make sure that the tablecloth went all the way to the floor. It did. He bent over to pick up a cloth napkin that had fallen from the table when Quatre immersed half of Trowa’s length in his hot, moist mouth.
\"Gods!\" Trowa said, and snapped his head forward, his hands springing up to the table. He slammed them down as he slid his hips deep into the back of the booth. Wufei snapped to an upright position, flinging the napkin up into the air as the waitress returned with fresh drinks. \"Honey, you sure you’re okay?\" She said with a concerned frown.
\"Oh, no problem,\" Wufei said nervously, \"he’s just mad ’cause he can’t remember what he was trying to remember.\" Wufei paused awkwardly, then laughed too quickly. \"Heh, heh, heh, heh.\"
\"All right then,\" the waitress said, eyeing Wufei but not able to put her finger on what wasn’t exactly right here. \"You let me know if he needs anything, okay?\"
\"Okay, sure, okay,\" Wufei said as the waitress left the table. He sighed heavily again.
Quatre had now begun to passionately suck orowarowa, who was using every bit of his discipline to keep from shuddering with pleasure. The flaxen-haired boy slipped one hand around Trowa’s long cock, pumping it up into his mouth. His other hand fouts wts way into Trowa’s pants and shorts to fondle the older boy’s rocks. Trowa whimpered in a soft, high-pitched voice.
\"Wu..fei…please…for…give us!\"
Quatre released Trowa’s length with his hand and plunged his lips down to the base of the boy’s dick, taking him full, holding back his gag reflex. He forced his other hand deeper into his lover’s shorts, finding his tight entrance and began fingering it.
Several things happened simultaneously.
Trowa’s legs stiffened, and he came hard into Quatre’s lovely, pampering throat. His head shot back, his eyes closed, and he wailed mournfully.
\"Oooohhhhh, Quatre!\"
Heads turned. Wufei’s eyes darted left and right as though he was looking for an escape route (he was).
At the top of the stairs, the door opened, and Heero Yuy walked out just in time to see the commotion caused by his friends in the booth below. Thinking quickly, he drew the crowd’s attention by shouting, \"So who’s ready for the last set? It’ll be the best of the evening!\"
Applause went up around the room as Heero descended the stairs with cool poise, waving at the regulars he recognized. Wufei breathed a silent prayer of thanks. Trowa had regained a bit of control and was slumped backthe the booth, panting lightly.
Quatre began to lightly kiss his lover’s cock, when he received a rude kick in the ass.
\"Ow!\" the delicate blonde cried as he was shoved upward to bump his head on the underside of the table. \"Watch it, Wufei!\"
\"Get your butt up here in the seat where it belongs!\" snarled Wufei. Really! You’re so…so…\"
Quatre had quickly surfaced from his sub-table adventures. \"Disgusting? Depraved? Demented?\"
\"Yes, all of those, and more!\" Wufei snapped.
\"Why, thank you, Fei-chan. What nice compliments!\" Quatre winked and smiled at the lightly muscled Chinese boy.
\"Oh, I just can’t believe this! I’m going to check on Duo while Heero plays the last set.\" Wufei stormed up the stairs as the combo struck up the first song.
All eyes were on Heero as his fingers gracefully glided up the keyboard. Quatre snuggled back into the booth, pulling Trowa’s hand into his lap.
\"Thanks, lover,\" Trowa said. \"You really know how to keep the excitement going.
\"Aw, it’s nothing, really.\" The flaxen-haired boy with the cute little nose nuzzled into his lover’s arms. They leaned back together to listen to Heero play the evening out with love songs.
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Author : Presser
Archive : http://crimson.gwyaoi.com/beyondforever/Guest_Fanfiction/presser/presser.html
Pairings : 4x3 but the arc is really all about 1x2x1; this l’il ol’ 4x3 is a necessary part, I think….
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : AU, sapness, fluff
Feedback : Yes, please!
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Trowa and Quatre huddled at the booth at the bottom of the stairs. The room was softly buzzing with the sounds of conversation, ice against glass, laughter. Waiters darted between tables with delicate, honey-drizzled vanilla and chocolate flowers and after dinner drinks from the adjoining restaurant. Evening at /Le Jazz/ was almost over; patrons were waiting for Heero Yuy’s last set with the trio.
\"Let go of my hand, Trowa!\" Quatre pulled his wrist from the slim boy’s hand, then ran both of his hands through his platinum locks. \"You ready to explain what that was all about?\"
\"Oh, really, Q-chan, you can be so obtuse sometimes! You know very well what that was about. Heero wanted to be alone with Duo! We could hardly sit there and watch the two of them make love!\"
Before the smaller boy could respond, the door at the top of the stairs opened. Wufei slammed it shut and almost tumbled down the stairs. Heads turned to observe the commotion. Wufei’s shoes slapped the floor at the bottom of the stairs, and he dove for the booth, knocking Quatre into Trowa.
\"Hey!\" Quatre cried out. \"Watch it, will ya?\"
\"Sorry, Q-chan, I should not have run down the stairs.\" Wufei slumped down in his seat, breathed a sigh of relief.
\"So,\" Trowa said conspiratorially, \"did it work? Did Heero seduce Duo?\"
\"How should I know?\" Wufei snapped. \"I hardly hung around to see them in action. Heero practically shoved me out the door!\"
\"So, Trowa,\" Quatre said, now all love and kisses. \"What do you think they’re doing right now?\"
\"Probably making out. I know that’s what both of them wanted.\"
\"But neither of them knew that the other wanted the same thing,\" Wufei said.
\"Exactly!\" said Quatre. \"That’s what makes it so delicious. In fact,\" Quatre’s eyes narrowed, a smirk stealing across his lips, \"it’s what makes me more than a bit horny right now!\"
\"If you think I’m leaving before we find out what happened, you’re dead wrong, Quatre.\" Trowa glowered at the smaller boy. Aquamarine eyes twinkled back.
\"Well, I had no intention of missing out on that, Trowa dearest.\" Quatre batted long lashes at his lover. \"I don’t think there’s any problem with taking care of my needs while we wait.\"
\"Quatre!\" Wufei cried. \"You can’t be serious! Do you realize where we are?\"
\"Oh, he knows,\" Trowa said. \"It’s not like it’s the first time he’s tried this.\"
\"And you’re going to let him?!\" Wufei shouted, causing heads to turn again.
\"Well, not if you’re going to advertise, Wufei.\" Quatre waited for polite conversation to resume, then he winked at Wufei and ducked under the table.
\"Look,\" Trowa said, \"I’ve tried to stop him before, but when he gets like this, he’s…irresistible.\" The last word was strangled as Quatre put his hand firmly on Trowa’s cock and began to massage it through his jeans. \"Actually, I think he’s kind of cute when he’s like this.\"
Wufei’s jaw went slack; he sat staring at Trowa with his mouth open.
\"Well, don’t just…sit…there,\" Trowa said with an effort. Quatre had unzipped his pants and was tugging on Trowa’s growing cock. \"Make…some conver…sation, to keep…things looking…normal.\"
\"I suppose I’ll have to do all the talking,\" Wufei said with a scowl. You just nod if that’s what you want.\"
Trowa dipped his chin to his chest slightly. His eyes glazed; he put his hands into the crease between the seat and back of the booth and squeezed. \"Just…go…for…low key,\" Trowa spoke huskily. Quatre had freed his treasure and had begun to stroke Trowa’s considerable length.
\"Don’t know how he keeps it all in there,\" Quatre said to no one in particular.
\"Q-chan!\" Wufei hissed. \"Keep your comments to yourself! You may be comfortable doing this, but I’m not!\"
Quatre giggled, then went to work in earnest, tickling Trowa’s slit with feather brushes of his tongue. Trowa leaned his head back; his eyes fluttered.
\"You alright, hon?\" A waitress said to Trowa. On her way to the kitchen she had noticed that the boy’s drinks needed freshening. \"You look a bit flushed.\"
\"Oh, he’s okay,\" Wufei said nervously. \"He’s just trying to…remember something. Um…why don’t you bring us another round?\"
\"Alright, alright. Be right back.\" The waitress disappeared into the kitchen; Wufei sighed visibly.
\"How long is this going to last?\" Wufei said to Trowa, who was now having trouble sitting still. Quatre had moved on from teasing to torture, drooling large drops of saliva down the front of Trowa’s dick, then licking them up. He stopped each time to swirl his tongue around the tip of the shaft.
\"Not…much…longer,\" Trowa panted.
Wufei nervously drummed his fingers on the table. He decided to check the front of the table to make sure that the tablecloth went all the way to the floor. It did. He bent over to pick up a cloth napkin that had fallen from the table when Quatre immersed half of Trowa’s length in his hot, moist mouth.
\"Gods!\" Trowa said, and snapped his head forward, his hands springing up to the table. He slammed them down as he slid his hips deep into the back of the booth. Wufei snapped to an upright position, flinging the napkin up into the air as the waitress returned with fresh drinks. \"Honey, you sure you’re okay?\" She said with a concerned frown.
\"Oh, no problem,\" Wufei said nervously, \"he’s just mad ’cause he can’t remember what he was trying to remember.\" Wufei paused awkwardly, then laughed too quickly. \"Heh, heh, heh, heh.\"
\"All right then,\" the waitress said, eyeing Wufei but not able to put her finger on what wasn’t exactly right here. \"You let me know if he needs anything, okay?\"
\"Okay, sure, okay,\" Wufei said as the waitress left the table. He sighed heavily again.
Quatre had now begun to passionately suck orowarowa, who was using every bit of his discipline to keep from shuddering with pleasure. The flaxen-haired boy slipped one hand around Trowa’s long cock, pumping it up into his mouth. His other hand fouts wts way into Trowa’s pants and shorts to fondle the older boy’s rocks. Trowa whimpered in a soft, high-pitched voice.
\"Wu..fei…please…for…give us!\"
Quatre released Trowa’s length with his hand and plunged his lips down to the base of the boy’s dick, taking him full, holding back his gag reflex. He forced his other hand deeper into his lover’s shorts, finding his tight entrance and began fingering it.
Several things happened simultaneously.
Trowa’s legs stiffened, and he came hard into Quatre’s lovely, pampering throat. His head shot back, his eyes closed, and he wailed mournfully.
\"Oooohhhhh, Quatre!\"
Heads turned. Wufei’s eyes darted left and right as though he was looking for an escape route (he was).
At the top of the stairs, the door opened, and Heero Yuy walked out just in time to see the commotion caused by his friends in the booth below. Thinking quickly, he drew the crowd’s attention by shouting, \"So who’s ready for the last set? It’ll be the best of the evening!\"
Applause went up around the room as Heero descended the stairs with cool poise, waving at the regulars he recognized. Wufei breathed a silent prayer of thanks. Trowa had regained a bit of control and was slumped backthe the booth, panting lightly.
Quatre began to lightly kiss his lover’s cock, when he received a rude kick in the ass.
\"Ow!\" the delicate blonde cried as he was shoved upward to bump his head on the underside of the table. \"Watch it, Wufei!\"
\"Get your butt up here in the seat where it belongs!\" snarled Wufei. Really! You’re so…so…\"
Quatre had quickly surfaced from his sub-table adventures. \"Disgusting? Depraved? Demented?\"
\"Yes, all of those, and more!\" Wufei snapped.
\"Why, thank you, Fei-chan. What nice compliments!\" Quatre winked and smiled at the lightly muscled Chinese boy.
\"Oh, I just can’t believe this! I’m going to check on Duo while Heero plays the last set.\" Wufei stormed up the stairs as the combo struck up the first song.
All eyes were on Heero as his fingers gracefully glided up the keyboard. Quatre snuggled back into the booth, pulling Trowa’s hand into his lap.
\"Thanks, lover,\" Trowa said. \"You really know how to keep the excitement going.
\"Aw, it’s nothing, really.\" The flaxen-haired boy with the cute little nose nuzzled into his lover’s arms. They leaned back together to listen to Heero play the evening out with love songs.