unrequited

unrequited

disclaimer: not mine
an: so far this has been so freakin’ tame that even i’m bored. things will start to go downhill from here, i promise.

//it’s not the way you think that turns me on
last thing i wanna do is listen to you talk
i don’t wanna know what you’re about
just want your dirty little mind
and your dirty little mouth//
j.englishman


chapter four/boardroom


“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Relena reluctantly answered, folding her arms across her chest. For the past four weeks, she hadn’t voiced her hesitation towards her lover’s fantasies, but she found herself putting her foot down as they stood in ESUNs massive main conference room, empty aside from the long boardroom table and rows of executive chairs.

Trowa smirked. “I think it’s the best idea I’ve had all day.” He reached forward to draw her body closer to his, until she leaned into him and his hands were on her hips.

“I have a meeting here in less than half an hour. Someone will walk in and see us.” She hissed, ignoring the growing heat of her cheeks and loins. “Despite what you think, I do care about what happens at these conferences. It’s my duty to be focused and collected. It would be hard to be seen as dignified and credible if they catch me sucking off a member of my security team right before the Intergalactic Trade Assembly.”

“When you say it like that,” His chest rumbled with his chuckle and his voice vibrated against her temple.

“Trowa,” She practically breathed his name, as he found that spot along neck and begun to suckle it.

His hands lifted her skirt and found her bare beneath, save her stockings. “You say no, but I’d sooner believe this part,” He answered, shoving two fingers into her wet, sticky cunt. She cried out, pushing on his hand. “Suck me,” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers. “Suck me dry right here.” He bit her neck and felt her gasp.

She pushed his hands away with a sigh, stepping back to reclaim her breath. Meeting his eyes eve she she loosened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, then slid to the floor. “Do you want to sit or stand?” She asked, grazing her nails down his lower abdomen until she had his jutting appendage in her hand.

He gave her his typical sly grin. “I’ll stand. Now put it in your mouth like a good girl.”

She shook the hair from her eyes and ran her tongue from the tip his balls and back again, coating his dick with her saliva, before taking him in to her mouth fully – devouring him greedily. His body shook in arousal at the sudden, sharp throbbing – willing his body not to come in an instant. “Not too hard. I want to enjoy-” He gasped, “Enjoy this moment.”

In response she grazed him gently with her teeth, then moved one hand from off his ass over to squeeze his testicles. Trowa moaned and his body started shaking as his release drew closer and closer, yet he wouldn’t allow himself to climax. Not yet, no matter how fucking hard she sucked on his aching dick.

“Give it up,” She told him, her words muffled, as her mouth was full of his massive cock.

“Not yet.” His voice was low and hoarse. “I want someone to walk in. I want them to see you on your knees, vice-foreign minister, like some whore.” He groaned as her nails scored his tender flesh again. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Does the thought that you’d get caught turn you on?”

He erupted into her greedy mouth, moaning as she lapped away at his discarded seed. She rose to her feet, delicately wiping the corner of her mouth. “When I get caught on my knees Mr. Barton, It will be on my terms.” She answered smugly, leaning forward to gather the briefcase right beside him. Unfazed, she went to her designated seat and started to look through her notes.

Just as he finished typing his belt Minister Forecade walked in, coffee and PDA in hand. “My goodness Darlian, it’s five two the hour. Are we the only ones who came?”

Relena couldn’t meet Trowa’s amused stare.

**

As they approached Peacecraft Manor they were surprised to see Heero waiting for them on the front step, looking as stoic as ever in his mirrored RayBans, wearing a rumpled suit and carrying a large manila envelope. “What the fuck is he doing here?” She asked aloud, pulling herself off Trowa’s now liquid member.

Trowa shrugged, adjusting his pants. “Detail change, maybe.”

The limousine pulled into the driveway and Relena barely had time to adjust her skirt before Heero opened the door. “You’re an hour late.” He replied, pointing to his watch.

She emerged from the car first, taking Heero’s extended hand. She wondered if he could smell the sex they’d just had. “The meeting ran later than first outlined.” She answered, meeting her mirrored reflection. Her lipstick was slightly smeared. Could he tell?

“You should have called, Barton.” Heero retorted.

Trowa stepped out of the vehicle, his face a stoic mask matched by his boss’s. “Mobile reception was down at ESUN.”

“Pay phone.” Heero countered.

“All busy or out of order.” Trowa returned.

“It’s not a big deal, meetings run late all the time.” Relena interrupted, stepping between the two men. “Now shall we go inside? It’s too warm out to play this still game now.” She headed for the house, both men at her heels.

Upon entering the cool, empty mansion Heero turned to Trowa again. “ I will be handling night detail tonight. you could probably use the time off.”

Relena’s eyes widened but Trowa was unfazed. “You don’t need to do that. I’ll be fine for tonight.”

But Heero shook his head. “That’s an order, Barton. I’ve got it.”

Relena couldn’t believe it. How long did he know?

Trowa nodded. “Fair enough. Have a good night.” He nodded to Relena before heading out the door, not looking back once.

Relena blinked, but turned towards Heero, who was looking over the file in the manila envelope he carried. “I’ll be in the study if you need me,” He said without looking at her, heading off with his head in the file and Relena behind him in disbelief. Was he that blind or that uncaring?

She came to two conclusions that moment, that one; she was and never would be using Trowa to get back at Heero Yuy, her first love and two; Heero Yuy was the most oblivious man in the known universe. Rolling her eyes she started upstairs to her bedroom, where she would wait for Trowa to sneak in for more tutoring sessions later. In the meantime, she would take a bath. Her thighs were covered in cum.


to be continued…