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"Heartbreak Café"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing
belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated Parties. This work is written
for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, Drama,
Fluff, Smut, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering,
Oral Sex, Rimming, Top/Bottom Dynamics, implied infidelity, Breakup,
Disability Pairings: 5x2, 5x2x4, 3x4,
3xMidi Une Summary: After Trowa breaks
his heart, Quatre leaves his life behind to open a coffee shop called
the Heartbreak Café. Just when he finally begins to pick up
the shattered pieces of his life, his two newest customers arrive
to usurp the delicate balance. " Heartbreak Café"
Quatre unlocked the door to his house and pushed it open, gesturing for his friends to step inside. "This is it. Welcome to my humble abode," he added lamely, feeling a little silly. Duo looked around and then glanced back at him. "Kind of tiny." Wufei slapped his lover upside the head then turned to Quatre. "It's nice, Winner." Quatre laughed. "You know, you don't have to keep calling me by my last name. I have enough reminders as it is." "Don't take it personal, Quat. He's still learning. Hell, he still calls me 'Maxwell' sometimes." Wufei sighed, sounding very put out. "Old habits die hard." Quatre grinned. "Well, yes, it is small, but that works for me. Now I don't have to walk so far to get from one end to the other." He waved at his legs. "They aren't what they used to be." His friends smiled softly at him and he blushed, feeling self-conscious. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to drudge up his hosting skills. "Do you...want the tour, or something?" Duo waved his hand. "Naw, just show me where the bar is," he said with a cheeky grin. He pointed to the couch. "You, sit. Rest those legs." Quatre pointed towards a vestibule that stood between the living room and the kitchen. "It's fully stocked. Help yourself." Duo stepped over to the bar. "What would you like? I'll be your host tonight. Wine?" He tried to flip a bottle of whiskey and wound up dropping it. Thankfully, the floor was carpeted so it didn't shatter. "Shit." "No heroics, now," Wufei said. Quatre laughed. "I'll have whatever you're having." "Careful. Duo's concoctions can be dangerous." "Hey! They're not dangerous. They just put a little manly hair on your chest," he winked. Quatre smiled. "I could use a little." He opened the top three buttons of his shirt, pulling the lapels aside to show the lack of hair on his chest. Wufei stared at it, probably longer than what would be construed as normal. "We prefer smooth anyway." Quatre paused. That was...odd. He shrugged and closed his shirt back up and thanked Duo who handed him what looked like Jack and Coke. Duo plopped down on the couch beside him, stirring his own drink. Wufei stood in the middle of the room, looking affronted. "Where's my drink?" Duo snorted. "Do I look like your slave?" "Are you sure you want to ask me that?" Wufei smirked. "Oh, shut up and go fix your drink. You always bitch that mine are too strong anyway." "That's because they are." He wandered over to the bar and grabbed a tumbler off the shelf. Quatre sipped his drink and coughed. Holy hell! Wufei was right. "Damn, Duo! How much whiskey did you put in this?" Duo grinned and tipped his glass back. "It's good, isn't it?" He shook his head and took another, smaller sip. The alcohol burned on its way down his esophagus. "You're going to have a long drive home after this. I hope you don't need to be up early." He was a little perplexed when the two shared a look he couldn't quite figure out. Duo suddenly turned to him and smiled. "Don't you worry your pretty head about that, blondie. We know what we're doing." Quatre nodded and took another sip of his drink, noting that it didn't seem as strong the third time, even less the fourth and fifth. His head was noticeably lighter as well, a pleasant buzz setting in. He hummed as his body warmed all over and he went willingly when Duo wrapped his arm around him and pulled him into his chest. He could feel the warm flesh beneath his friend's shirt, hear the beat of his heart beneath his ear. It felt so amazingly comfortable and he sighed in contentment when he felt the press of Duo's lips on the top of his head. "So what happened with Trowa?" Quatre sat up and finished off his drink and shook the glass in Duo's face. "I'm going to need another one of these." Duo chuckled and took the glass back to the bar for a refill. Quatre was already pleasantly drunk now that the strong drink was combined with the two glasses of wine he'd had at dinner. Duo returned with his full glass and Quatre thanked him, tipping half of it back and trying to organize his thoughts. He shook his head and stared down at his drink, watching the ice bob and float in the dark liquid. "I'm not really sure. He...started getting distant about a year before he left. I tried talking to him, but he never really told me what was wrong, just things like he was tired and whatnot. Then one day, he told me he ran into an old friend he'd met when he was a kid and they had lunch together. Which was fine, you know? I had no problem with that." He glanced up at his friends, waiting for their nods. "Then, several months later, I found out that they'd been talking to each other through video chats and text messages. Mostly while I was at work." "How did you find out?" "I couldn't find my phone one day so I went to use his to try to locate it. I saw that he had a few unread messages and they were from that woman. I...didn't read them. I didn't want to invade Trowa's privacy, but I was upset because Trowa told me he hadn't been talking to anyone. When I asked him about it, he got all defensive, almost like he was mad at me for asking." He finished off his drink, feeling quite drunk now, his words starting to slur through increasingly numb lips. "It just got worse after that until I went home the night before my accident when he just up and left me. Said he couldn't deal with it anymore." He shrugged and glanced up. "That's about it." Duo's face was contorted in confusion. "Couldn't deal with what?" "Me, I guess. Or...what living with me, being with me entailed. All the media hounding, the long hours...I don't know. I mean, I - I tried to spend as much time with him as I could. I tried to make him happy. Tried to make time for things he wanted to do, but..." He could feel that damning lump in the back of his throat, the sting behind his eyes. "I guess it wasn't enough. He found someone better." "Quat, I'm so sorry, babe." Duo pulled him into a strong, secure embrace. He felt so safe, so cared for. It was soothing. Even more so than the whiskey. Quatre couldn't help it, he let it go, his tears soaking Duo's shirt. Duo stroked his hair and tried to comfort him. "It's okay. You're going to be okay." "I'm not," he sniffled, frustrated with himself. "Just when I think I've gotten over it, I lose it again." "I don't think you ever truly get over something like that," Wufei said, his voice soft, gentle. "He was your first love, the only one you ever really had. That pain doesn't just go away." "I want it to. I just want it gone! He's moved on without a second thought, why can't I?" "Probably because you were far more invested in that relationship than he was." He cried harder, harsh sobs rattling his chest. That hurt, badly. He'd always believed Trowa loved him just as much and it was devastating to hear that he probably hadn't, even though he'd already known that deep down. Something had gone wrong along the way and it hurt not understanding what it was. It stung to hear the cold, bitter truth. But he knew he needed to hear it. Maybe that would be the catalyst that would finally help him move past this. He hoped something would because he couldn't continue on like this. "I'm so glad you guys are here," he murmured into Duo's chest. "You have no idea how much I've missed all of you. Not just Trowa." Wufei walked over, set his drink down on the coffee table, and knelt down in front of them, his hands resting on Quatre's knees. "I know we haven't been the best of friends to you." "What?" Quatre lifted his, suddenly rather heavy, head and blinked at Wufei. "Sure you have." "No, we haven't," Duo piped up. "You tried so hard for years to keep in contact with us on a regular basis and we should have kept up our end of things." "Well...that's okay. I mean, I understand. You were busy. You have your own lives and I -" "Listen to him making excuses for us, Fei. Isn't he the cutest?" Quatre pouted, feeling patronized. "I'm serious." "We know," said Wufei. "When we came to see you in the hospital, we realized it shouldn't have been the first time in years we came to visit you. You've invited us over, asked to meet with us so many times, but we - we were too caught up in our own lives and...we should have kept in better contact with you." "It's okay. I really do understand." "Even as busy as you were, you still tried." Duo tipped his chin and Quatre heart rate accelerated at the intimate gesture, the proximity of his friend's face, way too close to be platonic. "You still tried and we should have, too." Quatre could smell the combination of whiskey and soda on his breath. It was warm and moist as it brushed across his face. Alarm bells were going off in his head, but he was far too drunk to pay them much heed. He whimpered when Duo's mouth closed over his, an insistent tongue probing between his lips. Quatre opened up, in full surrender, his instincts, though rusty, awakened. It had been far too long and he'd been far too lonely and the kiss just felt so good. It just felt so good to be held again and kissed like he was wanted, desired. He didn't think he'd ever know that feeling again. More tears leaked from between already wet lashes. Overwhelmed with the feeling of being the object of someone's ardor, his mind singing as it recalled how wonderful it felt. And not just anyone's ardor, but people he was already close to. People he deeply cared about. That made all the difference. His eyes cracked open when hands tickled over his chest, popping open the buttons of his shirt. His gaze slid to the side to see Wufei hovering over him, his dark eyes even darker, shining with desire. Thanks in part to the alcohol, Quatre's inhibitions were greatly reduced and he was only mildly self-conscious about his body as Wufei bared his skin, inch by inch. His head was spinning, skin flushed, though he couldn't tell if it was his inebriation, his arousal, or a combination of both. His hazy mind registered the fact that he was being tipped onto his back and he huffed shallow breaths, murmuring soft whimpers as lips attached themselves to his neck and suckled tenderly on the skin. The sensation was so unbelievably erotic and his cock rose to full attention, pressing against the fly of his jeans. A heavy weight settled on his torso, a sharp knee pressing into his groin and his thighs opened automatically, hips rising off the couch to rub against it, seeking delicious friction. A hand turned his head to the side and then his lips were taken, so passionately that he felt breathless, suspended in a place where time no longer existed. It vaguely reminded him of those first moments waking from his coma when the world around him didn't exist and everything was instantaneous and infinite at the same time. But now, it didn't frighten him. He sighed, a soft, disappointed sound when the weight on his chest lifted and then hands were fumbling with his belt. It didn't even require an ounce of forethought to lift his hips up so that his jeans slid off more easily. A terrifying sense of vulnerability swept over his body as it was bared before his friends' hungry gazes. This was it. The moment of truth. Now his scars, his twisted, crooked limbs were exposed to eyes that weren't his sister, or a doctor. The thing he'd been dreading for so long. The fear that his future, potential lovers would look upon his body and then what? Cringe? Look away? Run away in revulsion? To his surprise, none of those things happened. He peered up through half-lidded eyes to see his friends looking down at him with just as much desire as they had before he'd been bared and he cried with relief when they both lowered their heads and tenderly kissed along the scars of his legs, almost in worship. It was like being healed, baptized, reborn. The knowledge that he wasn't a freak. That he was still beautiful despite his injuries, his disfigurement. Wufei surged up, cupping his face, and whispered against his mouth, "You're so beautiful." He said it so reverently and Quatre keened under the praise, desperate for more, parched for it. Needing absolution. He choked on a sob, his lips trembling. "Say that again..." Wufei smiled against his lips. "You're so fucking beautiful, Quat. You don't even know." Dizzy with elation, Quatre pressed their lips together, whimpering, "Thank you, thank you," into Wufei's mouth. He broke the kiss and sucked in a sharp breath when Duo buried his face between his thighs, his lips closing around his cock. His hands scrabbled for purchase, coming to rest on Duo's head, his fingers tangling in the long bangs. Duo sucked him down deeply and Quatre choked when he felt the head of his cock brushing against his throat. Duo hummed around him and the vibrations became too much. Without even realizing it was coming, his cock spurted and he pushed desperately at Duo's head, though he wasn't sure if it was just the overwhelming sensations, or an attempt to prevent him from choking. Duo didn't budge. Instead, he leaned forward and sucked his cock in as far as it would go, his lips resting against the blond pubic hair. He gripped Quatre's hips as they shook and trembled with his orgasm. Quatre went limp against the couch, flushed, breathing hard. It took a moment of recovery before he was able to realize how quickly he'd climaxed and blushed beet red with embarrassment. He glanced down at Duo. "I'm sorry." Duo smiled up at him, eyes gleaming, not bothered in the slightest. "I think you needed that." Quatre chuckled. "It's been a while." A long while actually. Duo leaned up over him, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. Quatre moaned, tasting himself on Duo's tongue. "You didn't have to do that." "I wanted to. You taste good." Quatre flushed even more, preening at the compliment. Duo kissed down his cheek, over his jaw and up to his ear, his tongue slithering around the shell and dipping inside. Quatre's breath hitched as he whispered, "Let us make love to you." His mind was spinning, something about this being wrong flitting across his thoughts, though he couldn't remember what it was at the moment. He nodded, almost automatically, far too aroused by the prospect to say no. His body flushed with heat, his satiated cock beginning to swell again. Wufei nudged at his lover, bending down and taking his lips in a kiss. Quatre watched, the hot slide of tongues visible from his vantage point effectively pushing more blood into his cock, despite the orgasm he'd already had. It really had been too long. He shivered at their twin gazes as they looked down at him, eyes sparkling with ardor and Quatre felt completely stripped bare, the vulnerability making his body sing. He watched as they both undressed, moaning softly as their beautifully toned bodies were revealed. His fingers, aching to touch, reached out and brushed along the tight skin of Wufei's chest when he settled down onto the couch. The skin was so soft and smooth, glowing golden in the fading sunlight outside. Unable to resist, he surged up and pulled a succulent nipple into his mouth, relishing the hiss of breath, the hand that cupped the back of his head to hold him there. He was literally over the moon. Being wanted again wasn't something he'd expected and it was a rush unlike no other. He suckled at the nipple and turned his attention to the other one, humming in contentment as calloused hands roamed over the skin of his back. Wufei's arm curled behind him and gently lowered him back down onto the couch, his head resting on the arm. He looked up at Duo to see him not only completely starkers, but also fishing condoms and a tiny tube of lubrication out of his jeans. Quatre raised a brow. Had they come to him with the intention of bedding him, or did they always have that stuff on hand? Not that he gave a shit either way. He relaxed against the sofa and eagerly opened his legs when Wufei's gentle hands wrapped around his thighs and moved them apart. He slung one over the back of the couch, his other foot resting on the floor. It was such a defenseless feeling and he loved it, keening as he was exposed before the ravenous gazes of his friends. Duo chuckled at him, shaking his head fondly. "I was right, Fei. He is such a bottom." Quatre shot him a half-assed glare, but smiled back a moment later. There was nothing wrong with being a bottom. He wasn't ashamed of it. His pupils dilated as he watched Duo hand Wufei the lube, his heart pounding faster. Wufei uncapped it and squeezed some over his fingers and Quatre's breath caught when the hand disappeared between his spread thighs. He held his breath as the finger, slightly chilled from the lube, circled around his opening, then pressed inside. Oh, it was exquisite. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt and his back arched sensually against the cushions, his head turning into the pillow as a low, filthy groan escaped his lips. Wufei easily found his prostate and rubbed ruthlessly against it and if Quatre hadn't come already, he would have lost it then and there. He sucked in a harsh breath, his body twitching from the stimulation, sweat breaking out across his forehead. Duo caressed his face, brushing his hair back. He bent down and dipped his tongue into Quatre's mouth, a low rumble escaping his throat. Quatre kissed him back and shamelessly rolled his hips against the fingers inside him. Wufei lowered his head, peppering soothing kisses over his belly. Duo lifted his lips from Quatre's, turning to watch his lover finger-fuck the blond with eyes that were almost predatory. "I think he likes that, Fei." Wufei murmured against the taut skin of Quatre's belly. "I think he loves it." Duo stared down at him and Quatre gazed up into nearly purple eyes, eyes that wanted him so bad and he shivered at the heated look. "You ready for something bigger?" "Yes," Quatre breathed, desperate for it now. He rolled his hips down and choked as they brushed against his prostate, igniting that itch deep within that had been neglected for so long. "Yes, I'm - I'm so ready." Wufei abruptly pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom off the coffee table. He tore at the packaging and Quatre didn't fail to notice his fingers shook as he unrolled it over his cock. They were just as worked up as he was. The knowledge was intoxicating. The knowledge that he was about to get fucked, even more so. He tipped his hips up to give Wufei better access to his opening, his body language that of wanton surrender and he sucked in a giddy breath when the tip touched his entrance. He tensed involuntarily, teeth clenching when Wufei pressed forward, not used to the stretch and burn after nearly a year of abstinence. The last time he'd been fucked was on a trip with Trowa three months before he'd left. The only penetration he'd had since then was from his own fingers which wasn't quite the same. Back then, even though Trowa had been distant, on that trip, he was different. He'd played Quatre's body as beautifully as he had when they'd first gotten together. He'd held Quatre against his chest, hips thrusting vigorously from behind. He'd had a passion within him that Quatre hadn't seen in months. Though, now he often wondered if Trowa's ardor had been because someone else was on his mind when he fucked him. This time he knew he was on the minds of his...were they lovers now? Probably not. They were his friends though and he knew from the way they looked at him, that it was him they wanted. He released his breath as Wufei's cock smoothly slid inside him. His body, remembering how it used to be, easily relaxed around the intrusion. Wufei waited for the wiggle of his hips and retracted his own, then slid back inside and Quatre's body opened and unfurled like a flower in the morning sunlight. Wufei worked himself up into a slow, sensual pace and Quatre watched with fascination as the muscles in his torso rippled with his movements. It was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. A shadow crossed above his head and he glanced up to see Duo looking down at him, a heady gleam in the lust-darkened eyes. He reached down to grasp his cock and rubbed the tip against Quatre's lips. He opened eagerly, sucking it in, humming around the turgid length. Duo groaned and threw his head back in pleasure at the soft, wet suction, glancing back down every so often to watch his cock disappear into Quatre's mouth. Wufei's pace picked up, hard enough now that Quatre's body rocked against the couch. The slight burn of the fabric against his back and ass as they rubbed back and forth over it feeding his arousal even more. Wufei grabbed his left leg, lifting it off the floor and into the air. The slight change in angle pressed the tip of Wufei's cock into his prostate and he shouted around the dick in his mouth as the pace picked up even more. He shivered and groaned, helpless to the sensations as the thrusts bounced his body over the couch. His back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure, his toes curling as his cock leaked precome onto his belly. He felt so ravished, so delightfully dirty as he was taken to new heights of ecstasy and he realized how right Duo was. He was such a hopeless bottom. There was nothing quite as exquisite as having your legs thrown open, nothing like being taken. His skin flushed with heat as his body rode the waves of pleasure, increasingly concentrating in his groin. His hand fluttered down, wrapping around his cock and tugged at it. His balls tightened up, on the verge of releasing another climax. Wufei fucked him harder, grunting now with exertion and Duo wasn't fairing much better. He pushed his cock through Quatre's lips, almost frantic now. Quatre obediently opened his throat, trying hard to suppress his gag reflex as Duo pressed deep inside him. He lifted his hand, the tips of his fingers tickling Duo's balls and Duo shouted, the sound bouncing off the walls of the living room and Quatre coughed a little, then swallowed as come shot down his throat. He groaned at the taste, drinking it down eagerly until Duo pulled out, shaking with overstimulation. He rubbed his spit-soaked cock over Quatre's swollen lips and Quatre keened as he was fucked so hard, his back burned from the friction beneath him. Wufei dropped his leg and leaned over him, thrusting now with abandon. Quatre stared up into his face, into those eyes that stared into his, gazing at him as if he was priceless. He squeezed his cock and twisted his wrist, his eyes closing involuntarily as his cock spurted ropes of come over his belly and chest. Wufei growled and thrust hard, his hips stilling as they pressed against his ass. His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned through his orgasm, then dropped down onto Quatre's chest. Quatre uttered an 'omph' from the sudden weight, but reached up to stroke the black tendrils of hair that brushed over his shoulders and huffed out a laugh. "You just laid down in my come." Wufei's lips were pressed against his neck, breathing hard into his sweaty skin. "S'okay," he murmured. "We'll clean it up in a bit." Quatre hummed contentedly. He felt incredibly sexy, satiated, and safe. He curled his legs around Wufei's waist, savoring the wonderful feeling of a man, worn out from vigorous sex, languishing between his thighs. It felt good knowing he'd done that, made Wufei feel so good that he was actually nuzzling him. Duo snorted and bent down to press a kiss against his lover's back. "Fei's a cuddler." He nodded at Quatre's surprised expression. "I know. It's a shocker." "I'm full of surprises," Wufei said, his voice muffled slightly with his lips pressed against Quatre's neck. Quatre laughed softly. "I suppose you are. Mmmm ...I don't mind at all." He flinched a little when Wufei's softened cock slipped out of him and chuckled when Duo wrapped his fingers around Wufei's arms, trying to pull him up. Wufei clung to Quatre, groaning at the prospect of being moved. "Come on, love. Let the man breathe." He pulled harder. "Do you want to be glued together?" That got Wufei moving. He lifted his chest off of Quatre's, both of them wincing when their skin stuck together with the mingled combination of come and sweat. They glanced around for something to clean up with and Quatre grabbed his shirt off the floor. "We can use my shirt. I can get another." He wiped himself down and handed it to Wufei who cleaned off his own torso. He snuggled down into the couch, happily sated and sleepy now. He was still rather drunk, but it was more of a groggy drunk now. His eyelids were heavy, his head strangely light. There was a lingering soreness between his legs, but it was a pleasant reminder of what had just happened more than it was bothersome. He curled his legs beneath him and snuggled into the pillow, trying to keep his eyes open and failing miserably. His friends were smiling fondly at him and he smiled back. "Thank you. That was wonderful." Duo kissed his forehead. "Thank you. You were amazing." Quatre preened under the praise, blinking sleepily, his cheeks flushed. "Go to sleep, Quat. You're exhausted." His eyes drifted closed, thoughts already slipping together nonsensically. His body grew heavy, relaxed, and he vaguely registered being pulled into a strong chest, arms hooking beneath his back and legs. He sighed as he was lifted up, was aware of being settled into his bed. He murmured as he was tucked in, his fading thoughts remembering the feeling of being loved before they were lost in the abyss of sleep.
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