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"Entanglement"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, language, sex Pairings: 2x3, 1x2x3, past 1x4, past 1x5 Summary: It was supposed to be one night, a threesome with a complete stranger to celebrate their anniversary, but things got complicated. Sequel to: King of Hearts, Defeated and Brand New Day A/N: I wrote Defeated as a one shot, but then
I wrote King of Hearts (actually a prequel to Defeated) for the 2014
Smut Off with Miss-Murdered and I've just fallen in love with these
characters so I wrote Brand New Day. Entanglement is a multi-chapter
fic of the events taking place after Brand New Day. You definitely
need to read those three one shots before reading this. "Entanglement" Chapter Eleven Trowa was very good at telling when people lied to him. He had also had years of experience in trying to figure out why people lied to him. He had always been able to tell when Duo was lying to him, or when Duo had something on his mind he didn't want to talk about - or when he was planning something, which he clearly was. The morning of Trowa's twenty-ninth birthday dawned gray and overcast, a typical late October day, and Duo kissed him goodbye before leaving the apartment for his morning run, letting his tongue and lips linger on Trowa's while his hands ran down his back and squeezed his ass. The very fact that Duo hadn't deviated from their normal routine - hadn't begged him to stay in bed or offered a birthday blowjob to start out the day as he had in years past - cued Trowa into the fact that Duo was planning something. Trowa wasn't bothered by that, and he didn't put much energy into trying to figure out what it could be - when Duo planned surprises, they were always amazing, and if he was planning something for Trowa's birthday, then Trowa was content to go through the rest of his day until it was revealed. However, Trowa was bothered by the fact that Heero was lying - not just to him, but to Duo as well. Last week Duo had given him a key to their apartment, and while Heero had used it three times since then, every time he walked in the door he had a slight frown on his face, a guarded look in his eyes, and it had taken Duo coaxing him out of his clothes to coax him out of that look each time. Duo assumed it was because Heero was uncomfortable with what having a key meant - he thought he had pushed things too fast, like he usually did, and that Heero didn't necessarily want that kind of commitment. Trowa wasn't so sure that was the case, but clearly something was going on with Heero that had him reconsidering their arrangement. He could tell that Duo was trying to keep from freaking out about it - he caught him looking at Heero with a confused, hesitant expression throughout their days and nights together - but he wasn't quite sure how to comfort Duo, especially since he was confident Heero wasn't entirely happy with their arrangement anymore, either. Heero wasn't as easy to read as Duo, but Trowa had noticed the way he seemed to tense up whenever Trowa and Duo kissed or touched in front of him. It was different than the beginning of their relationship - that first weekend on the Cape when Heero had watched them kissed with a hungry, lonely look in his eyes. When Trowa met Heero at the gym that morning he looked tired, as if he had spent a sleepless night his own bed, and Trowa frowned. Duo had invited Heero over last night, but he had turned him down, citing casework. Trowa had known he was lying, but he hadn't pushed him on it. Seeing him now, Trowa wished he had. As Fei their custom, they didn't speak until after they finished their swim and settled into the hot tub. "You were a bit slow today - feeling alright?" Heero asked him. Trowa frowned. He hadn't thought he had been slower. "Was I?" Heero shrugged one shoulder. "Still good times for someone as old as you. I wouldn't beat yourself up about it." Trowa glared at him. "Duo told you to say that, didn't he?" Heero's lips twitched upwards. "I can't make my own cracks about your advanced age?" Trowa rolled his eyes. "Listen, the two of you are what - three? Five months younger than I am? Enjoy this while you can, because when March rolls around I'm going to enjoy calling you an old man." Heero shrugged. "Twenty-nine isn't that old in any case. Plus, you'll still be older." Trowa sighed. "Duo has clearly been a bad influence on you," he muttered as they rose from the hot tub and started towards the showers. "Speaking of Duo," Heero said as they reached the showers. "I'm under specific instructions to make you come at least twice before we get to work today." Trowa arched an eyebrow at that. Ever since he and Heero had decided not to fool around when Duo wasn't present they had kept things platonic at the gym. Knowing that he was going to take both Duo and Heero home most nights had made Trowa perfectly content to admire Heero's body at the gym but keep his distance. He understood Duo's fear of being left out - he had felt the same thing the night he had watched Duo and Heero dance together at 1OAK. But if Duo had given Heero specific instructions, he wasn't about to question them. He pushed Heero into an open shower stall before closing them in. "Did he give you any criteria as to how you are going to make me come?" He asked. Heero smirked and turned on the shower, the sound of the hot spray easily masking their activities as well as providing some lubrication. "No, he left that up to me," Heero said. He closed the space between them, stepping closer and then pulling Trowa's body against his own under the shower. Heero brushed his lips over Trowa's, soft and teasing. As Heero ran his hands over Trowa's body, pinching his nipples and grazing over his abs before peeling down his jammers, it felt good enough and right enough that he was almost able to forget about the way Heero looked at Trowa and Duo together, about the way he hesitated before agreeing to come over at night, at the way he had made excuses not to come over three times since Duo had given him the key - three times more than he had ever made excuses in the past. Heero kissed his way across Trowa's jawline and to his ear, taking the sensitive lobe between his lips and sucking gently before nipping at it. Trowa hissed in pleasure at the sensation. He felt Heero smirk against his skin before shifting to kiss his way down Trowa's torso. As Heero teased his nipples, Trowa decided to focus on just this - the sensation of Heero's talented hands and mouth on his body and the knowledge that Heero wanted this - wanted him, wanted Duo - despite whatever had him holding back. -o- They were late getting to work, which meant that Duo smirked knowingly at him when he walked past his office to his own. It also meant that he was greeted with a stack of birthday cards and a vase of paperwhite Narcissus on his desk. He stared at the flowers. Duo never got him flowers, despite knowing that Trowa actually liked them. Sarah, his secretary, sometimes bought him flowers for special occasions, but she didn't know that Narcissus' were his favorite flower. Trowa picked up the card attached to the base of the square glass vase and opened it. Happy Birthday, HY Trowa swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. "How's it feel to be only a year away from thirty?" Duo asked. Trowa turned around to see his husband leaning in the doorway, hands in his pocket and an uncertain smile on his face. "Thank you," Trowa told him. Duo shrugged. "It was Heero's idea, all I did was -" "Tell him. Thank you." Duo looked uncomfortable so Trowa kissed him, trying to convey just how much Duo's gesture - with the flowers, with his instructions to Heero earlier - meant to him. When he pulled away from Duo's lips he was smirking, the uncertainty gone. Duo reached out to straighten his tie. "Well, now that you and 'Ro are finally here, it's time for us to head to court and kick some more ass in our YSI trial." "You're gone all day?" Trowa tried to remember. Duo nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, I know we wanted to do a lunch thing but -" "It's okay," Trowa assured him. He kissed Duo again, drawing it out and letting his tongue linger in Duo's mouth, tasting him and caressing him until he could feel both of them growing hard. Duo's eyes were heavy when Trowa pulled away. "Good luck kicking ass today," Trowa told him. Duo snorted. "I think you mean good luck focusing on anything but that kiss today," he muttered. "That too," Trowa smirked. Duo chuckled and stepped away, shifting his pants unobtrusively to try to hide his half-erect cock. Trowa watched him walk down the hall and around the corner, towards Heero's office. Once he was out of sight he turned to Sarah, his secretary. "Were you able to find out anything?" He asked her. She gave him a sharp look over the rims of her glasses. "Of course I was," she said and reached into her desk and pulled out a blue folder. She passed it to him. "Not that you gave me much to go on," she added. Trowa opened the folder. "Wufei Chang?" He read the name at the top of the Curriculum Vitae. Sarah nodded. "The only Wufei who was at Harvard while Heero Yuy was and currently lives in New York City." Trowa scanned over the CV. "He's a literature professor at Columbia?" "Yes," Sarah sighed. "Do I need to read it out loud for you?" Trowa glared at her and she smirked. "Anyway, happy birthday old man." "I hate all of you," Trowa muttered. He took the file back into his office and sat down to read through it. It really was impressive that Sarah had managed to not only find the mysterious old friend of Heero's named "Wufei" with absolutely nothing to go on other than his first name, location, and hint of a past relationship with Heero. Trowa flipped through the other pages in the folder. A few were print outs of of newspaper articles about Wufei's books and his nomination for a Pulitzer two years ago - but the document that caught Trowa's eye was the one bedroom apartment lease, signed by both Heero and Wufei, while they had been students together at Harvard. Old friend, Heero had called Wufei when talking to Duo. But how many friends did you share a one bedroom apartment with for a year? "Sarah," he called out. "When are his -" "He teaches a class that ends this afternoon at 2:30 and his office hours are from three to five," she answered. "Look at the last page. There's a map with his classroom and his office." Trowa flipped to the last page of the file, and sure enough, Sarah had included a map of the Columbia campus with the classroom and Wufei's office marked in red. He considered just how crazy it was to track down this man, but as he hesitated he remembered how pale and drawn Heero had looked at the gym that morning. Duo might think Heero's distance this past week was related to the key, but Trowa felt confident it could be tied back to Wufei Chang. He sighed. "What does my -" "I've cleared your afternoon schedule," Sarah interrupted him again. Which meant he could either sit in his office and wonder about the relationship between Heero and Wufei, or he could actually go and meet this man and find out for himself. -o- Wufei Chang had shoulder length black hair, wire rimmed glasses, and the physique of a male model. He was gorgeous, and as Trowa lurked outside of the open door to his office and watched Wufei irritably explain to a student just why they had failed a midterm exam, he couldn't help but think that there was absolutely no possible way Heero and Wufei were just friends. He wished he had never come - it would have been far easier to convince himself that Wufei didn't mean anything before he had seen him and heard his snarky comments. Heero loved snark, and Trowa could only imagine what sex between the two men was like. "Can I help you?" Wufei had finished with the student and was looking up at Trowa. Shit. He hadn't wanted to actually speak to the man. Wufei arched an eyebrow and looked over Trowa's attire, his flawless, expensive suit, tie and shoes and his lips pulled back into a sneer. "Ah. I see. You're him." It was Trowa's turn to arch an eyebrow. "Him?" He stepped forward, to the threshold of Wufei's office, unwilling to step into the other man's domain. "The married man having an affair with Heero." "I -" Wufei waved a hand. "Let me guess. Heero, honest to a damned fault Heero, told you he kissed me and you've come here to warn me off." "No," Trowa said honestly. Wufei's words felt like a punch to his gut. "Really? Then why did you come?" Wufei leaned back in his desk chair and regarded Trowa over the rim of his glasses. Trowa had no idea. He had wanted to see Wufei - had wanted to know if this man could possibly be the reason for Heero's discontentment - but he hadn't wanted to know that Heero had kissed him. He hadn't wanted to be confronted with his confidence and anger. Wufei's gaze lost some of its harshness. "You really care about him." "Of course I do," Trowa snapped. "He's - he's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time." The best thing that had happened to him and Duo. "If you care about him - if you think he's more than a body to fuck while you cheat on your partner, then stop having an affair with him. He deserves more than that. He's too good for you." "It's not like that," Trowa sighed. He wondered why Heero had told Wufei he was seeing a married man but hadn't bothered to mention he was seeing both married men together. Then again, how exactly would he tell someone that? It sounded insane inside Trowa's own head. "Really? Then how is it? Because all of us know how this ends - one day you go back to your wife? Husband?" "Husband, but -" "You go back to your husband and put all of this behind you and Heero's left devastated because he fell in love with a bastard who couldn't even love him enough to treat him decently and honestly." The softness was gone from Wufei's face, replaced once again by anger. "I'm not sure what Heero told you about me - about us - but he's more than an affair and I don't want to put him or this behind me. I want a life with him - we both want that." Wufei stared at him and then slowly shook his head. "Tell yourself that - and I hope it's true - but I also hope you consider just how much this costs him and your husband. Now, if you're done sizing up your competition, I have students to see." Trowa held his gaze a moment longer, but then shook his head and turned away. As he walked out of the academic building and across the campus he tried to sort through his emotions. Heero had kissed Wufei. Heero loved him. Heero was unhappy. Heero didn't think Trowa loved him. Heero had kissed Wufei. Trowa had a moment of pure, selfish desire that it had been Duo who had thought to track down Wufei and experience this. He had absolutely no idea what to do with this new knowledge, with his conflicting reactions and the realization that things were not right. His phone rang, the annoying jangle that he had programmed in for Duo's mother, Helen. Trowa swore. Of course she would call to wish him a happy birthday - however much she didn't like him, Helen hated to let down Duo, and ignoring Trowa's birthday altogether would certainly disappoint him. Trowa searched his pockets for the phone. He felt a thin, plastic rectangle in his left trouser pocket, but it was too thin to be his phone. He finally managed to dig it out of his jacket breast pocket after a few more rings. "Helen," he greeted his mother-in-law smoothly. "Trowa. Darling." Trowa fought back a snort at the complete lack of affection in her voice. "How are you?" He asked. He hated small talk and he knew Helen did as well - it was probably why they tried to torture each other with it every time they spoke without Duo present to referee. "I'm well. And you?" "Very well." There was a tense pause between them before Helen sighed. "I wanted to wish you a happy birthday." "Thank you, Helen." "I assume things are going well with your work." "Yes, of course." "I saw Duo's photograph in the paper last week," Helen said. Trowa felt confident she had already framed a copy of it. "Yes. He and Heero are -" "Yes, Heero Yuy. What a fine attorney. How does Duo enjoy working with him?" Trowa sighed. Of course. Helen and her damn list of men she wished Duo had chosen over Trowa. He was tempted to lie, but there was no point and he would gain nothing but a single moment of petty satisfaction. "They are excellent partners." "Ah. That's so refreshing to hear. Duo needs someone who can challenge him and support him in his work." Trowa clenched his teeth together. He challenged and supported Duo. He had since the days of their internship and he knew that Duo knew it, but five years was a long time for Duo's mother to pretend reality was different from what it was. "Not that Duo needs anyone," Helen continued, "he's always been able to accomplish so much on his own." She sighed. "That must be difficult for you, at times?" "What?" He wasn't sure what her question was. "To try to live up to Duo's potential." "Yes," he agreed, his teeth still clenched together. "It's nice to know he believes in me, though." "Hm. Of course. Duo has always had a soft spot for underdogs. In any case, please do extend an invitation to Heero to join us for Thanksgiving." Trowa blinked. "At the Cape?" "Unless Duo wanted to have it elsewhere?" "No, we planned on having it at our house as usual." "Excellent. Will your sister be joining us this year?" "Yes, actually," Trowa was happy to inform her. If there was anyone Helen liked less than Trowa, it was his sister, Catherine Bloom. Catherine, who had turned thirty four in June, was an actress and dancer who spent most of her time touring the country, but for the first time in years her tour would be in Massachusetts during Thanksgiving and she was taking the time off to visit. "Oh. Well. We can certainly figure out sleeping arrangements for everyone." The house only had two guest rooms, and it was on the tip of his tongue to suggest tell Helen not to worry, Heero would be sharing their bed. But he swallowed the impulse. Shocking Helen wasn't worth it. Furthermore, would Heero be sharing their bed? Or would he rather be with Wufei? "Well. I really must run. Do give Duo my love." "Of course. Thank you for thinking of me." "Hm. Yes. Goodbye, darling." Trowa ended the call with relief. Helen was more than he wanted to deal with on the best of days. But today, after having met Wufei - Trowa felt drained. He put his phone back into his trouser pocket and his hand again brushed over the thin plastic rectangle in his pocket. With a frown, he pulled it out to see what it was. It was a hotel room key, with the Four Seasons logo on one side and a sticky-taped note on the other. Six o'clock. The last time Trowa had found a hotel room key in his pocket had been the day of his and Duo's second wedding anniversary. It had also been a key to the Four Seasons - and Trowa wished he remembered what their room number had been - and when Trowa had shown up at the appointed time Duo had stripped him down and proceeded to fuck him against the floor to ceiling window of the hotel room before suggesting they get dressed, go down to the hotel bar, and find someone to bring back up for the threesome Trowa had teased him about for years. The memory of that night, as usual, spiked his pulse. Of course, it also, as usual, made him think about Heero. Trowa swallowed hard and ran his thumb over the edge of the key. Damn it all to hell. Was he just supposed to pretend Heero hadn't kissed his ex, whom he called an old friend? Was he supposed to pretend that Heero wasn't unhappy, that he wasn't unhappy now that he knew Heero was? And what the hell was he going to tell Duo? Who had just gotten past his own insecurities about this relationship enough to tell Heero to fuck Trowa alone and to tell Heero what his favorite flowers were? -o- He ended up having a drink in the bar before going upstairs, hoping the gin and tonic would settle his nerves and quiet his turmoil, and as a result he was a few minutes late. When he opened the door to room 3217 - Duo had reserved the same room again - he found that he wasn't at all settled, but the sight that greeted him erased all coherent thought from his brain. Years ago he and Duo had attended a Halloween party with Vandy - the first and only time they had gone to any party Vandy or his investment banker friends hosted - and Duo, dressed as a Musketeer, had suffered through an entire night of Vandy drunkenly telling Duo that he had wasted a perfect excuse to cross dress and the admission that Vandy fantasized about Duo dressed up like a female stripper. It had horrified Duo and amused Trowa, but at the end of the night, when Trowa took Duo home and let him indulge in his fantasy of having sex with a boy scout by keeping on his costume while Duo stripped out of his own, Trowa had admitted that he had fantasized a few times about Duo wearing stockings and a garter belt. Nothing had ever come from his admission, and the skeptical look Duo had given him when he said it had convinced Trowa he would never see Duo in garters and stockings. Except that was exactly what he was looking at now. Duo had his hair loose, the rich brown waves falling around his shoulders and down to the middle of his back, and he was completely naked except for a black garter belt and the sheer black thigh high stockings attached to it. He was kneeling on the bed, head thrown back in ecstasy while Heero licked a trail down his throat. Heero was also naked - except for a white garter belt and sheer stockings with white lace around the tops of his thighs. Trowa swallowed hard and belatedly realized the door was still open behind him. He kicked it closed, startling the two men. Duo looked at him and smirked, but Heero, after glancing over his shoulder to see who it was, returned his attention to Duo, swirling his tongue around his left nipple and teasing a moan out of Duo. "You're late," Duo panted. Trowa set down his briefcase and stepped closer to the bed. He could see their red, straining erections brush together and watched the way Duo's breath caught and Heero shuddered. "Sorry," he apologized, eyes riveted to their leaking cocks. "We started without you," Duo continued and reluctantly pulled away from Heero's mouth. "Join us?" But Trowa shook his head in the negative. "I'd rather watch first." Duo and Heero exchanged self-satisfied smirks and Duo gestured to the armchair that had been pulled up close to one corner of the bed. "Heero thought you'd say that." Trowa looked over at him and searched his face for some sign - some indication that he didn't want to be here, that he was thinking of someone other than Duo or Trowa, but he saw none. "He was right," Trowa agreed. He pulled off his jacket and laid it over the back of the chair before sitting down in the chair. Heero pulled Duo back against him, fingers digging into the pale flesh of his firm thighs, and Trowa watched them kiss, watched their hands tangle together and their cocks strain against each other, desperate for friction and pressure. It was incredibly erotic, and it would have been even without the addition of the costumes, but Trowa appreciated them - loved the way the garters and stockings framed their cocks and made their powerful legs look impossibly long and sleek. Duo's hands wandered down Heero's back, kneading the flesh he found until he reached Heero's ass and his fingers gentled, teasing the space between his ass cheeks and then circling the ring of puckered flesh. Heero groaned into Duo's mouth, loud enough that Trowa could hear him clearly, and shifted closer, spreading his legs wider and giving Duo better access and Trowa a better view. He could clearly see the glisten of lube and his own cock twitched at the knowledge that Heero and Duo had already taken the time to prepare for this. Duo eased one finger inside Heero, and Trowa watched Heero's thighs and ass quiver and flex at the intrusion. "How do you want me to fuck him?" Duo asked, drawing Trowa's attention away from Heero's ass. Heero had his face pressed against Duo's neck, his blue eyes almost as dark as Duo's and they both looked to Trowa, waiting for instruction. "Just use your fingers," Trowa told him. "Mhm." Duo turned his face to Heero's, kissing his forehead. "Think I can make you come with just my fingers inside you? Think I can make you cry out my name as you come all over my hard cock and my sexy garter belt?" "Please," Heero gasped, Duo's words and husky voice clearly having as much effect on him as they did on Trowa. Trowa had to shift in his chair, spreading his legs and adjusting his hard cock inside his trousers so that it wasn't crushed under his wallet. Duo followed his motions with lusty eyes, but then he turned his focus back to Heero and started to slowly pump his finger in and out of him, his motions slow and shallow, still just teasing. Trowa found himself smirking at the impatient noises Heero made when Duo withdrew his finger, but then Duo added a second finger and Heero sighed in contentment. "Yeah, you like that," Duo crooned to him. "You love my fingers finding that place, right there, that makes you crazy, don't you?" "Yes," Heero panted and then moaned as Duo continued to pump into him. "Mm, you feel so good. So hot and so damned tight, 'Ro. Fuck I might come just finger fucking you. Just thinking about your tight, beautiful ass clenching my fingers and trying to pull me in." Trowa was starting to think he might come just from listening to Duo talk and watching him torture Heero. "Think he deserves a third finger?" Duo asked Trowa. "Yes," Trowa decided after watching Duo tease Heero's rim with his fingers while Heero tried to press back against him. He watched Duo curl three fingers inside of Heero, watched the way Heero shuddered and rocked back against them. "So tight," Duo said. "I want to put my cock inside you so bad, 'Ro. I want to fill you up with my cock and feel your ass around me and I want to hear you say my name as you come, as your hot, white -" "God! Duo!" Heero cried out, his body jerking. "Yeah, that's right. Come for me, baby," Duo crooned again before kissing Heero, swallowing his gasp of release. Trowa saw Heero's semen spurt out, coating Duo's cock and and thighs and he felt his hips flex involuntarily, thrusting up, desperate for contact. "You're so beautiful when you come, 'Ro," Duo said, easing his fingers out of Heero's body. Heero regarded him with a sated, smitten expression and Trowa felt his heart skip a beat. That wasn't the look of someone who wanted out. "Come here and let me clean you off," Trowa told Duo, who smoothly rose from the bed and came to stand in front of Trowa. Trowa took hold of the garter belt and tugged him closer. He licked at the cum on Duo's abdomen, catching it as it dripped down from his taunt muscles. He followed the trail down to Duo's cock and took his time licking at it, teasing Duo until he was shallowly thrusting into his mouth. "Not yet," Trowa told him as he eased him away. Duo actually pouted, but rejoined Heero on the bed. "I want to watch you fuck Heero again," Trowa told him. "With my cock this time?" Duo begged. Trowa nodded and Duo grinned. "That okay with you?" Duo asked Heero. "Yes," Heero assured him. Duo knelt down on the bed, his legs slightly spread, and then pulled Heero back against him, onto his lap, so that Trowa could see all of Heero's body, from his flushed face, chest and neck to his erect nipples, soft cock and stockinged thighs. Duo eased himself into Heero slowly, and Trowa could see that too, could see Duo's long, hard cock disappear into Heero, inch by inch, until he was completely seated. "Fuck you feel good," Duo moaned. He put his hands on either side of Heero's hips, fingers tangling with the garters, and slowly pulled Heero up before pushing him back down. Both men groaned, and Heero's cock twitched. "Touch yourself," Trowa told him, and Heero wrapped one hand around his cock, working himself fully erect again while Duo continued to fuck him. Trowa listened to them gasp and moan and his own breathing became shallow. He was so hard it was painful, but he was enjoying the two of them together too much to want to join in yet. They were beautiful, perfect together, and the knowledge that they were doing this for him made it even more erotic. Duo kissed the junction between Heero's right shoulder and his neck and then bit down. Heero cried out in pain and pleasure and he leaned his head back against Duo's shoulder, offering his mouth greater access. Duo continued to kiss and bite along that line, sucking on the tender flesh and Trowa was positive he was going to leave a mark. "I'm waiting for you," Duo panted. "I want you to come again so Trowa can see your face, 'Ro. Come for me. Come for him." Heero shuddered and gasped, the movements of his hands on his cock and his balls becoming jerky and uncoordinated. "Tell Trowa how good it feels to be fucked, 'Ro. Tell him how much you love my cock." "Feels so good," Heero moaned, head still thrown back and his voice thready. "Your cock feels so good in my ass. You're so hard and big and I - I'm close," he moaned. "Then come for us," Trowa said. "I - ah! Duo - Trowa!" Heero's entire body seemed to convulse with the force of his orgasm and he clenched his cock tightly, angling his cum onto himself. "Oh God, yes," Duo moaned as Heero's body spasmed around him and he too came. "Jesus you feel so good, 'Ro." Trowa watched them recover, leaning into each other and breathing heavily. Duo's hands wrapped around Heero's waist, holding onto him and keeping him upright. One of his hands rubbed against Heero's semen and he chuckled before lifting the hand to his mouth and licking it clean. "You two are perfect," Trowa had to say. Heero and Duo looked over at him. "We'd be perfect if you were on the bed with us," Heero suggested and Duo nodded in agreement. "I'm comfortable here," Trowa insisted. Duo arched an eyebrow. "Your cock looks ready to break a seam in your pants, Tro. You're not comfortable." "I would be if you two joined me," Trowa said. "With pleasure," Duo responded. Heero crawled off of his lap, both men sighing when Duo's spent cock pulled free. They rose from the bed and approached Trowa's chair. "I still haven't given you your birthday blowjob," Duo mused as he knelt down and started to unfasten Trowa's trousers. "Did you give him on yet?" He asked Heero. Heero shook his head in the negative. "Not yet." Duo smirked and turned back to Trowa. "Looks like we owe you more birthday presents, then," he said. Heero took hold of the right side of his trousers and Duo took hold of the left and together they tugged them down. Trowa lifted his hips to help them as they pulled down the trousers and then his briefs and his cock was finally freed. "Mm. Yeah. You are definitely in need of some birthday blowjobs," Duo said. He pushed Trowa's legs open and he and Heero reached for Trowa's cock, their movements seemingly coordinated as their fingers laced together around his shaft and started to stroke him. Trowa groaned at the sensation. He had been hard for so long, watching them play and fuck, that he didn't think he would last very long. Duo dipped his head forwards, licking their fingers and Trowa's cock before taking him into his mouth, licking at his head and then sucking on it hard enough for Trowa to swear. "Fuck, Duo!" He felt Duo's mouth form into a smirk around his cock, but he continued to suck on him while his and Heero's hands drifted lower, teasing his balls and the sensitive flesh beneath. Duo pulled away after a moment, and Heero took his turn, his mouth and pressure completely different from Duo's. Duo looked at Trowa, his gaze intense as they looked at each other over Heero's head. Trowa reached out and ran his thumb over Duo's jaw to his lips. Duo kissed it and then bit down gently. Heero was bringing him closer to orgasm, his talented tongue and tight, hot mouth fitting against Trowa's cock in ways that had him thrusting into Heero's mouth, unable to hold still. Duo's fingers danced over his rectum, the tip of one finger dipping inside, and Trowa came with a hoarse shout. Heero continued to suck on him, easing off slowly and then sitting back on his heels. "Mind sharing?" Duo asked and leaned over to kiss him. Heero leaned in, opening his mouth to Duo. A knock on the door startled all of them. "Room service." Duo reluctantly pulled away from Heero and stood. He was hard again, his cock red and the tip already leaking precum. "Why don't you two hop in bed?" He suggested and picked up Trowa's discarded trousers from the floor. Trowa rose from the chair and he and Heero followed Duo's suggestion and climbed into the bed, pulling the sheets and comforter up. Duo didn't wear Trowa's clothes often - a few of his shirts and sweatshirts - and then sight of him in Trowa's pants had Trowa smirking. Duo answered the door, ushered in the attendant who gave a casual glance at the bed before focusing his attention back on Duo as he paid him and then left them alone. "Champagne?" Duo picked up a bottle from the ice bucket on the cart. "What else did you order?" Trowa asked as Duo crawled onto the bed with only the bottle in hand. "Fruit and some chocolate - and some whipped cream. Heero and I have been wanting to cover you in cream for a while now," Duo added with a wink. Heero chuckled and Trowa leaned over to kiss him, startling him for a moment, but then Heero kissed him back. Trowa tried to keep the kiss light - tried to not put his anxiety and his need for Heero into the kiss - but when he pulled back he could see that he had failed. Heero looked at him with a slight frown, clearly trying to figure out what was bothering Trowa. "Okay," Duo interrupted the moment. "Here's to Trowa, as he creeps into old age!" Duo released the cork with a pop and champagne flowed over his hand and down his body in a way that Trowa was positive was intentional. "Oops," he said, not at all repetentent. "So much for glasses," Heero murmured before leaning over to lick Duo's arm. "Overrated anyway," Trowa agreed and pushed Duo down onto his back before taking the bottle from him and pouring more champagne onto his stomach. ~ * ~ |
