And All That Jazz

Boys Interrupted
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Author : Presser
Archive : http://crimson.gwyaoi.com/beyondforever/Guest_Fanfiction/presser/presser.html
Pairings : 2x5, implied 1x2, 4x3
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : AU, lots-o-fluff
Feedback : Yes, please!
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Chang Wufei stopped at the door to Heero Yuy’s one-room apartment behind the office above the jazz club. He sighed heavily to himself, calming his anger at Quatre’s performance downstairs. As he quietly turned the latch on the door, he heard Duo Maxwell dreamily talking to himself.

\"Wow…oh, wow! I’d never have guessed that this evening would have turned out like this!\"

Wufei quietly stole into the room and spoke softly. \"Turned out like how?\"

Duo shot up from the tired hide-a-bed sofa, then realized he was mostly naked. His black silk shirt was unbuttoned and gathered around his elbows; his chinos and silk boxers were down to his knees. He pulled his knees up to his chest defensively and said, \"Wufei! What are /you/ doing here?!\"

\"I came to check on you, koi, to see if you were alright.\" The raven-haired boy paused, then said, \"It seems obvious that you are more than just ‘alright.’\"

Duo blushed uncharacteristically. \"Oh, Fei-chan, I had no idea that Heero wanted me, too! It was so…so…fantastic! He’s simply marvelous!\" Duo paused for a beat, then said as he wrinkled his nose, \"Not that /you/ did anything to let me know about it! You have any idea how nervous I was before tonight?\"

\"Absolutely!\" Wufei said with a wide grin. \"That was most of the fun.\"

\"Damn!\" Duo said. \"I’m definitely going to pay you back, you know.\"

\"Oh, really? And just how do you think you’ll manage that?\" Wufei raised one eyebrow and smirked at his long-time friend and former lover.

\"Come here,\" Duo said with an imperious tone. \"I’ll just /show/ you!\"

Wufei moved across the efficiency apartment where Heero Yuy spent his nights after playing for the crowd at /Le Jazz/ five nights a week. He sat in front of Duo on the couch that Heero used as a bedroom, facing the slender chestnut-braided boy.

\"So what did you have in mind, hmmm?\" Wufei leaned into Duo’s space, putting his chin on the boy’s knees and sliding his shorts and pants down to his ankles.

\"Oh, I can think of something,\" Duo said slyly. He parted his knees suddenly, forcing Wufei to fall forward into his lap. The Chinese boy’s face landed on Duo’s soft cock wrapped in velvety brown curls.

\"This is punishment?\" The raven-haired boy said. He began to kiss the warm flesh before him, his hands tickling their way up Duo’s thighs.

Duo put his hands firmly on the muscular boy’s head. \"Suck, me, Wufei; suck me hard.\"

\"Gladly.\" Wufei took Duo’s cock into his mouth. Duo shuddered with delight at the warmth and pleasure of it. Wufei began to work his mouth up and down the length of his friend, stroking with his lips in earnest. As Duo’s cock stiffened, Wufei became impassioned, moving with hot-blooded ardor. His hands moved to his own pants, loosening them.

Duo looked down to see what Wufei was doing. \"Good, Fei-chan; that’s just what I had in mind!\" Duo suddenly pulled his hips backward, yanking his now swollen member from Wufei’s mouth. His hands came forward and firmly grabbed Wufei’s shoulders. As he shoved the boy up and over on his back, a look of surprise came across his friend’s face.

\"Duo! Wha…?!\"

\"Hey, I told you I was going to pay you back, didn’t I? Now be quiet and take your punishment like a good little boy.\" Duo grabbed Wufei’s hips and flipped him ovHe cHe clutched his lover’s pants and savagely pulled them down, exposing a firm, honey-colored ass. Duo pulled the smooth globes of flesh apart as he moved to his knees. Gripping Wufei’s hips solidly, Duo plunged his now hard cock into Wufei’s warm passage all the way down to his balls.

\"Aiiii!\" Wufei screamed. \"Not all at once!\"

\"Oh, you can take it, koi,\" Duo said lustily. \"Besides, you deserve it!\"

Duo began to pump his shaft in and out of his lover slowly at first. As his boyjuice lubricated Wufei’s channel, Duo increased his strokes in speed and intensity. Wufei grunted and groaned deep in his throat.

\"Fuck! O fuck, Duo, fuck!\"

\"That’s exactly what I’m doing, lover.\" Duo pounded the boy with glee. Both boys warmed to their pleasurable work.

* * *

Quatre sighed into Trowa’s neck as Heero trailed the last song into stardust. The musicians bowed their heads in unison – a personal trademark they always placed on the last tune of the evening.

\"Thanks again for coming, folks; I couldn’t ask for a better audience – or better friends.\" Heero flipped off the mic and closed the lid on the keys. A cluster of five or six gathered round the piano to thank Heero for the music.

\"So, koi, what do you think Wufei found upstairs? You think Duo was ‘okay’?\" Trowa whispered into the young blonde’s ear as he nuzzled closer.

\"Oh, I’m sure Wufei has the situation well in hand,\" Quatre said, then snickered at his little joke. \"I think our dear Fei-chan was all hot and bothered by the sub-table service I gave you, and just had to do something about it.\"

Trowa leaned in to feather the taper of his nut-brown hair across Quatre’s nose. \"Should we check on the two of them, do you think?\"

\"Why, what a wonderful idea!\" Quatre sat up quickly, and then scooted out of the booth. \"C’mon, let’s go before you change your mind!\" He pulled Trowa along with him by the hand.

\"Q-chan! I wasn’t serious!\"

\"I know, koi; that’s why we’re going now before you can stop me!\" Quatre bounded up the stairs to the club’s office, dragging Trowa along with him. Heero continued chatting with the few patrons that remained as the club was closing, his back to the stairs.

At the top of the stairs Quatre pushed through the door to the club office. Calculator tape sprawled across the small wooden desk next to stale ashtrays and unopened mail. He pulled Trowa to the back of the room to the door to Heero’s one-room efficiency apartment.

\"Quatre!\" Trowa hissed hoarsely. \"We can/not/ go in there!\"

\"Okay, then let’s just have a peek.\" The younger boy knelt at the door and leaned toward the keyhole, still holding his lover’s hand. Trowa jerked his arm back, preventing Quatre from seeing into the room.

\"Oh, Quatre, this is ridiculous! We have no business…\"

Trowa was stopped in mid-sentence by the sounds coming from the apartment.

\"Duo! Wha…?!\"

\"That’s definitely Wufei’s voice,\" Trowa whispered.

\"Hey, I told you I was going to pay you back, didn’t I? Now be quiet and take your punishment like a good little boy.\"

\"And that’s most definitely Duo’s!\" Quatre said. He leaned forward to the keyhole again, this time unhindered by Trowa. He was rewarded with quite a sight.

Quatre saw Duo and Wufei on the sofa, Wufei’s face buried between Duo’s legs. Duo’s black silk shirt was gathered around his elbows, his pants and shorts pulled down to his knees. The delicate blonde’s eyes widened as he watched Duo grab Wufei’s hips and flip him over. Duo clutched his lover’s pants and savagely pulled them down, exposing a firm, honey-colored ass. Duo pulled the smooth globes of flesh apart as he moved to his knees. Gripping Wufei’s hips solidly, Duo plunged his hard, wet cock into Wufei’s warm passage all the way down to his balls.

\"Aiiii!\" Wufei screamed. \"Not all at once!\"

\"Gods, Quatre, what’s going on?!\" Trowa whispered angrily. He was both embarrassed and aroused by the naughtiness of the spying he and Quatre were doing.

Duo answered his lover: \"Oh, you can take it, koi. Besides, you deserve it!\"

\"Oh, my!\" Quatre said, then blushed. Through the keyhole, he saw Wufei on his hands and knees on the sofa, his shirt pushed up to his shoulders, his pants down around his knees. Duo was on his knees, slowly pounding Wufei from behind with his wet, pulsing dick.

\"Quatre!\" Trowa implored his friend.

\"Well, you could say that Duo and Wufei are…\"

At that moment, Wufei screamed. \"Fuck! O fuck, Duo, fuck!\"

\"That’s exactly what I’m doing, lover.\" Duo answered Wufei gleefully. Outside the door, Quatre was getting an eyeful, his mouth open and slack.

\"Quatre! You’re about to drool on the floor!\" Trowa hissed at his lover, tried to wrench his hand free.

\"You would, too, if you could see what I’m seeing!\"

\"Then let me look!\" Trowa yanked his arm upward forcefully, causing Quatre to tumble backward, releasing his lover’s hand. Trowa quickly knelt before the door and looked through the keyhole.

\"Gods, Q-chan! They’re, they’re…\"

\"Fucking? You bet, koi! Reminds me of old times, when we first found each other.\"

Trowa couldn’t tear his eye away from the keyhole. He watched in amazement as his two friends made fierce love together. His hand unconsciously moved to his own arousal; he began massaging his cock through skin-tight jeans.

\"My turn again!\" Quatre leaned over and grabbed Trowa around the waist with both arms, and simply lifted him out of the way, setting him down to the side of the door. Ivory-colored hair covered the doorknob.

\"Hey! What’s the idea?\" Trowa said angrily.

\"Oh, wow! They’re really going at it, ne?\" Quatre was on his knees, hunched over the keyhole. He began to shift his butt back and forth across his heels, slowly stroking his anus with the back of his shoe through lemon creme-colored khakis.

Trowa was so stunned by how easily the smaller boy had picked him up and moved him out of the way that he sat still on the floor beside Quatre for a moment. Then he looked down to see what Quatre was doing. He remembered the under-the-table treatment his lover had given him a half hour earlier, and a smirk stole across his face. He quietly moved to his knees and positioned himself directly behind his Q-chan. When Quatre’s butt rode up on top of his heel, Trowa put his hands between Quatre’s legs and grabbed his lover’s cock through his khakis.

\"Ooo, Trowa! Are you going to do me? Out here in the office?\" Quatre spoke huskily, but didn’t take his eyes off of Wufei and Duo through the keyhole.

\"Well, it’s not like I have too many options; you’re hogging the show for yourself!\" With that Trowa squeezed Quatre’s dick firmly.

\"Unnnhhh!\" Quatre purred deep in his throat. He raised up on his knees as Trowa reached further up to undo his koi’s pants. He leaned in to spoon against Quatre’s back as he loosed the belt. Quatre felt Trowa’s heavy erection through the older boy’s jeans.

Trowa unclasped Quatre’s pants and pulled them down to the little boy’s knees. He trailed his hands up the insides of Quatre’s thighs. The golden-haired boy shivered.

\"Ohhhhh…unnnnhhh…mmmm!\"

As he reached the boy’s cock, Trowa laid down on his back. He bent his knees, planted his feet firmly on the floor, and pushed. He slid his shoulders between Quatre’s legs, then wrapped his arms around his lover’s thighs. He pulled himself up and began licking Quatre’s erection through sheer, pink bikini briefs.

* * *

Just then the door to the stairs opened. Heero Yuy took in the scene before him: Quatre Raberba Winner at Heero’s bedroom door on his knees, his pants pooled on the floor around them; Trowa Barton lay between Quatre’s legs, his hands wrapped around the small blonde’s pale ass, his face deep in his friend’s shear pink panties.

\"Gods, Trowa! More, more!\" Quatre wailed.

\"Oh, shut up; you’re getting just what you deserve for depriving me of the show!\" Trowa pulled the younger boy’s briefs down with his teeth; Quatre’s throbbing member tumbled onto Trowa’s face. Trowa began to suck his friend in earnest.

\"What show?\" Heero spoke slowly, evenly.

Instantly the two boys froze. Trowa eased Quatre’s dick out of his mouth and carefully peered around his lover’s hip; Heero Yuy stood with arms crossed, nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe, staring directly into Trowa’s eyes. He wasn’t smiling.

\"Fuck!\" Trowa yelled, then abruptly sat up. Quatre went flying backwards, his butt landing directly on the rather noticeable bulge in Trowa’s jeans. Trowa reacted instinctively by pulling his hips away from Quatre, whose head continued downward to the floor. Just as it came to Trowa’s shins, the older boy parted his legs to let his lover’s head bop the hardwood floor.

\"Ow!\" Boy boys groaned in pain. Quatre lifted his chin, swiveling his head further back towards the door. He saw an upside-down Heero lean over and put his hands on his knees. Heero’s lowered his face until his nose and Quatre’s were almost touching.

\"Having fun?\" Heero still wasn’t smiling.

\"Heero! Heh heh heh heh heh, Heero…um….heh heh heh…Heero!\" Quatre grinned from ear to ear, blushing furiously.

\"My dear Q-chan, would you care to explain what you’re doing?\"

\"Heero-san, what do you mean?\" Quatre continued grinning, his face still bright red. Heero simply pointed to the boy’s exposure, his transparent pink briefs halfway down to his knees where Trowa had dragged his pants.

\"Oh, /that/!\" Quatre said with too much enthusiasm. \"Trowa and I were just…just…we just…couldn’t wait to make love, so we came up here! You don’t mind, do you?\" Trowa sat leaning against the door, his lover’s bare ass sprawled on his lap, Heero still almost nose-to-nose with the delicate little boy. He was content to let Quatre explain for both of them.

\"Well, I guess not, although I don’t want anything to disturb the guests downstairs.\" Heero stood up. \"What’s that I heard about a show?\"

Trowa immediately stood up and walked toward Heero. \"Oh, nothing, Heero, nothing. I just meant that I had wanted to hear the last song you played, but Quatre was so hot and bothered that he dragged me up here before it was over.\"

\"Hn.\" Heero was convinced that wasn’t the entire story, but he let it go; he had other things on his mind. Quatre stood up and pulled up his briefs and pants.

\"Sorry, Heero; it’s not the first time that your love songs have turned me on that much.\" Quatre’s glow had faded from red to a light pink. \"I promise we won’t do this again.\"

\"Do it as often as you like, Quatre; just find a more appropriate spot than my office during club hours, okay?\"

You’ve got it, Heero! I really am sorry!\" Quatre smiled painfully.

\"Forget it.\" Now why don’t the two of you finish your business someplace more comfortable, like your own bed, perhaps?\"

\"Right, Heero! We’ll get out of here,\" Trowa said. No one moved.

\"I’m sure you’re tired after playing all night long,\" Quatre added. Quatre stood next to Trowa, both boys blocking the way to Heero’s apartment.

\"So?\" Heero lowered one eyebrow.

\"So…I guess we’ll be going,\" Trowa said. He slowly took Quatre’s hand and started toward the stairs.

\"Wait!\" Quatre yelled, remembering Duo and Wufei were together in Heero’s apartment. \"Um, where’s my wallet?\" Quatre felt his pants pockets frantically.

\"That it?\" Heero said, pointing behind Trowa to a slim billfold lying right next to the door to his living quarters.

\"Yeah, thanks, Heero.\" Quatre moved slowly toward the wallet, thinking frantically. He stopped at the door and cleared his throat rather artificially. As he bent down to retrieve the billfold, he spoke loudly: \"I guess we’ll be going now, /Heero/. That last set of love songs sure was nicely done!\"

\"Um, yeah, thanks.\" Heero eyed both boys suspiciously. Trowa cupped his hand and snapped his wrist toward the door. \"Q-chan!\" He said loudly. \"It’s obvious that Heero’s tired and wants…to…be…/alone!/\" The last words stretched out awkwardly.

\"Well, we’ll see ya tomorrow night!\atreatre said quickly with a smile, and then hurried to the stairs. He grabbed Trowa’s wrist as he passed him. \"Come on, Trowa, we’ve overstayed our welcome!\" Both boys hurried down the stairs, leaving Heero to wonder aloud, \"Wonder what that was all about?\"

\"Hn. No matter.\" He closed the door to the stairs and walked to the back of the office. As he turned the handle to the door, he said, \"Duo. I’m back!\"