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"After the Beep "Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, PWP Pairings: 2x4, 3x4, clear 1x2x3x4. Summary: Quatre was sick and tired of leaving
messages and being ignored, damn it! "After the Beep " Fridays were the worst days to be a perfectionist. Some people loved them, because as soon as it was 5 O’clock on Friday, they could go home and enjoy the company of their friends, family, and lovers. But not Quatre. He hated Fridays because it made getting anything done near-impossible. Between people taking long weekends, general laziness, and long Friday lunches, it was chaos trying to get a hold of anyone important. All day long, all he heard was: “You have reached the office of –whomever-. I am away from my desk at the moment, but please leave a detailed message and I will get back to you as soon as possible. BEEP!” All day long. Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP! He was ready to tear his hair out in frustration! He left his last message at 4:50pm and instead of leaving any sort of detailed message all he left was a garbled sort of wail of defeat after that god damn Beep! He refused to check his own messages too, because it was now too late to get back to anyone about it. He stubbornly left the office and tried to settle down. He had heard the saying “don’t bring work home with you” but on a Friday that just wasn’t possible. All Quatre wanted to do was curl up into his boyfriend’s arms and fuck the night away, but it was a Friday, and therefore Trowa didn’t get off work for another few hours. And, when he got home, he realised that it was his turn to be on Dinner Duty. He rotated household duties with the other three ex-Gundam-pilot-housemates (they had wanted all five of them to live together, but Wufei couldn’t stand walking in on Duo and Heero fucking on the table, or Trowa and Quatre using the door jamb for the sex swing, or, heaven forbid Mr. Wufei Chang could handle it when he saw Trowa and Heero making out on the living room floor! It was trivial, as far as Quatre saw, but Wufei had opted to share an apartment with Sally Po instead of them, but they converted his old room into a workout room, and everyone was happy). So, stressed and angry, Quatre yanked something that looked edible out of the freezer and slammed it into a pan, then smeared a sauce on it and cut up some potatoes and veggies into the same stupid pan and shoved it in the over to cook with substantial cursing, slamming, and glaring. When Quatre emerged from the kitchen, he saw Duo just coming in the door with a slightly confused look in his eyes, “...was that YOU Quatre? I didn’t think you even knew half of those swear words...” Quatre turned his glare up a notch, making his long-haired friend take a step back and put his hands up in surrender. Satisfied, Quatre trudged to the couch and flopped down on it, staring at the clock... an hour and a half until Trowa usually got home and Quatre was SO gonna top tonight. Trowa liked it rough, and Quatre was more than willing to give it today. But his musings were cut off when he felt two strong, work-roughened hands slide onto his shoulders and start a slow, deep rub, “Bad day?” Duo asked gently, continuing to work the knots out of his shoulders. Quatre let out a grunt that Heero would have been proud of, and leaned forward just a bit to give Duo better access to his shoulder. Duo, though, took the extra room to get up atop the couch-back and slide his legs down on either side of Quatre before continuing with his deep shoulder massage. “Tell me all about it, beautiful,” he hummed, rolling his thumbs against the sweet spot in Quatre’s neck that made him practically melt against Duo’s hands and let his deepest secrets pour forth. Duo kept at it, and then began to put his legs into it, moving Quatre’s arms a bit to inch Quatre up a little more, then a little more on the couch. Having an inkling as to where this was going, Quatre rolled his shoulders back and dropped the blazer he wore behind him. Then he tugged at his tie and worked it loose. Then Duo’s fingers were taking over for him, pulling the tie up and over Quatre’s head and tossing the shiny Italian silk to the living room floor carelessly. That made Quatre grin and turn, moving to his knees on the couch to face Duo, still sitting on the back of the couch with his legs spread and a grin on his face. Quatre took over from there, sliding his hands across Duo’s belly and then flicking his fingers up and under the shirt, revelling in the feel of Duo’s work-honed abs and dark, earthy skin. He smelled like engine grease and the sweat of hard work, but on a day like today, that just turned him on more and guided his lips to steal soft, hungry kisses against Duo’s skin as he revealed it. With a sultry laugh that would make any man fall to his knees, Duo rolled his hips into the movement and laid back a little to let Quatre get his shirt up a little higher, than a little higher too. Quatre just yanked, pulling Duo’s tight black T-shirt over his head and he tossed it to the floor the join the rest of his own clothing. Duo looked stunning, with the body of a runner and hard muscles dusted with scars and bruises from work. He was liking Quatre’s dominance play, too. Quatre could tell by the way his nipple piercings stood on end as the nubs hardened from Quatre’s teasing little touches. Still, Duo didn’t protest, just giving Quatre little hums of pleasure as he let the white-clad boy take over and bring his lips around his piercings and tease them with tugs and tongue-flicks until Duo couldn’t stop the moans ripping from his throat. They were both panting, and shivering from desire when Duo shoved Quatre back. He tumbled down to the couch on his back, glaring at Duo for stopping him when he was having so much fun, but then Duo slid away from his lofty position atop the couch to crawl across Quatre’s body, pinning him to the couch, and then popping the buttons of Quatre’s immaculate white shirt and tugging it open harshly. That was enough to make Quatre gasp, and then moan like a whore when Duo began to reciprocate the attention that Quatre had given him just moments earlier. Both wanted more, needed more, but there was a strict ‘pants on’ rule when messing around with friends that neither Quatre nor Duo wanted to break, so instead of going lower, Quatre gripped Duo’s hair and yanked him up higher, ravishing Duo’s lips with deep hungry kisses. Soon, Duo was responding, positioning himself on all fours above Quatre. He rolled his body against the blonde and pushed back against Quatre’s lead, working his tongue into Quatre’s mouth with a hungry groan. Slowly, just like Duo’s massage had worked the tension out of his shoulders, his kisses began to work their magic and the tension in Quatre’s body began to slowly seep away. He focused only on how much he wanted the kiss, and how good Duo tasted after a long day at work. Beep. Beep! BEEP! BEEP! Quatre shot up from the couch and glared at the kitchen timer as it continued to go. Beep. Beep! FUCKING BEEP! Letting out a growl of irritation, Quatre fell back down to the couch and buried his head under a throw pillow to pretend that it wasn’t happening. Even if just for one more moment of PEACE! The sound cut off, and the sound of the oven door opening could be heard. The food was taken out and put on the stovetop to cool. But the weight of Duo remained on top of Quatre. He had moved only enough to straddle the blond’s hips and begin a slow massage of his shoulders. A moment later, a weight settled on the edge of the couch, and Quatre’s feet were picked up by a big set of hands that were still chilled from being outside. Pushing the pillow off of his face, Quatre blinked down at the figure there and found himself smiling slowly. Trowa worked one foot at a time, looking lazy, and comfortable, and gorgeous in nothing but a pair of jeans. Quatre hadn’t even heard him come in, but here he was, smiling at him and giving him a slow, sensuous foot rub that was sending all of the blood from his brain into his pants, wishing those hands were massaging elsewhere. Duo laughed, then leaned forward and gave Quatre a long, slow kiss, and then he ruffled his hair in affection, “I was surprised that you didn’t hear him come in.” He teased, (then slipped off of Quatre to let Trowa slide up his body and undo his button, pulling the fly down while the tallest pilot licked his lips). “He knocked and everything!” Quatre let out a deep, satisfied groan as his lover
took him down in one fluid motion, making Quatre’s head fall
back. Bringing him right into view of the clock. “...Trowa, you’re
early...” From the kitchen, Duo burst out laughing at the turn of events, and Quatre just groaned, “Not another ‘after the beep’...” “Beeep!” The intercom buzzed on the wall. Duo walked over and hit ‘listen’. “Let me in. I forgot my keys.” it was Heero’s voice, and he sounded irritated and commanding; Just that tone made Duo’s cock jump to attention and salute. Duo just grinned and looked at Quatre. The coincidence was just too much. He had to laugh at it this time. “I concede defeat!” Quatre declared to whomever was listening, dropping his head back on the couch and getting into a comfortable position so his lover could continue what he was doing to him, nice and slow with lots of tongue. “I’ll admit,” Quatre moaned low in his throat, “Not everything that comes after the beep is a bad thing.” And maybe, just maybe, he would re-evaluate his feelings about Fridays... But only if he could expect this sort of treatment every Friday. ~end~
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