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"I wish I were you "Written By: Lisa-chan Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, Lime, Lemon, Yaoi, and all that
jazz ;p Pairings:1x2, 5x6, 2x4, 3x4 Summary: Everyone always sees Heero and Duo as the perfect couple. But what if Duo finds out that Heero’s extremely possessive and jealous? And what if Heero finds out that Duo has a not so secret admirer? Author’s note: This thing has taken me more than five years of my life, excluding the beta-reading, so I hope it will make you laugh and cry, it will make you hard or wet or horny or whatever, In short, I hope you’ll like it! :D Thanks to Lathroniel for the beta-reading.
"I Wish I Were You" 22. Phone sex
Wufei stretched out under the sheet and sighed. Heavenly! The day had been… tiring. He switched off the light and snuggled in the pillow. It still smelt of the sweat of his lover. He must’ve been under the impression that he was still sleeping in his old room. When he heard the first moan, he remembered that he wasn’t. Grumbling, he pushed the sheets back, switched the light back on and grabbed his pants. After some fumbling, he’d managed to fish his cell phone out of his pocket. “Zechs?” “Hi honey,” it sounded from the other side, in that warm, sultry voice. It made Wufei shiver. “You sound… a little upset. Is there something wrong?” Wufei heard the smirk in his words and scowled to the phone. “You said I could call you when they… started again?” There was a relaxed sigh. “Yes.” The faint sound of liquid being poured into a glass. Water. Or liquor. Almost as if he’d been expecting him to call. “Have they… started again?” “Well…” “Commencing countdown! Five, four, three, two- OOH! Heero!” Zechs chuckled. “God, I can actually hear them.” “No kidding.” Wufei whimpered softly, his hand rubbing his forehead. “Was there really no way you could stay here?” “I told you, I had work to do, honey.” “Yes,” Wufei sighed. “And unless I would pay a monthly salary on your account, work was more important than me.” “Yes, sorry I put it that way, but I have bills, you know?” There was a soft rustling. Wufei imagined it being Zechs’ back rubbing comfortably against pillows. “What are you wearing?” “Huh?” “I said, what are you wearing?” “My… pyjama’s.” “And undies?” “Yes.” He sounded mystified. “Take them off.” “What?!” He sounded shocked. “You heard me. Take it all off. I want you naked.” Wufei shuddered. His lover’s voice crept through the phone like a wolf creeping up on Little Red Riding Hood. “I… I didn’t know it was gonna be that kind of phone call… I thought we were just gonna talk about… I don’t know. What we did today.” He heard a soft exhalation. “What we did today?” “Uh… yeah. I mean… No, not that!” “Oh… Wufei…” “What… What are you doing?” “I’m caressing my balls and my cock… And now, I’m…” He hissed. “I’m rubbing over the tip. Aah… feels so good.” “Z-Zechs!” Wufei spluttered. “Are you naked yet?” “Ah… wait.” Wufei put the phone down and quickly pulled his pyjama vest and pants off. He was already delightfully hard between his legs. Then he hesitated. He had that feeling like every wall and every object in the room was watching him. A loud moan came from his cell phone, and biting his lip, he tugged his briefs down and over his feet. “Hey, I’m back! What are you doing now?” “I’m licking you. Can you feel my tongue on your body?” Wufei moved his free hand where he imagined Zechs’ tongue, caressing over his heaving chest and tight abs. “Gghh… Yeah…” “Can you feel me sucking your nipple? My tongue flicking over it. Then sucking hard?” He pinched his nipple and teased it to hardness. “I feel it. It’s wonderful!” “What do you want me to do next?” “Uhh…” “Order me.” “Uhm… You… take off your clothes too.” “They are off.” “Oh. All of them?” “Yes.” “Well… Then… lick my ass!” “I knew you were gonna say that.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah, you love it when I do that thing…” the little hiss again “with my tongue.” “With your… Oh god!” Wufei gripped the phone tighter. His eyes fell shut as his fingers crept over and behind his balls and he imagined that thing… with the tongue… “Oh! Do it!” “Yes master.” Damn, that voice! “Does if feel nice, master?” “It feels incredible!” Wufei gargled. He tried to manoeuvre the phone between his head and shoulder. Not so easy in his current state of drooling, panting rapture. He dropped it. And swore. Loudly. He quickly hunted for it and heard Zechs laughing. “It’s not funny!” he all but shrieked. “You know, there’s a button on the phone. It’s called a speaker,” Zechs chuckled. Wufei narrowed his eyes. “Smartass.” “Aren’t I?” He studied the buttons on his cell phone and tried to recall the right one. He had used the speaker function exactly once, didn’t remember what for. Must’ve had something to do with Duo and his nosiness. Was it… that one? “Zechs?” “Hard and ready for you, honey.” Hail technology! It worked! Grinning victoriously, he carefully put the phone on the bedside table. “So, you were gonna…” “Do that thing…” “Yeah… with your tongue.” “Uhu.” Wufei bit his lip and sucked his fingers, panting with anticipation. He spread his legs, wide, and angled his hips just enough for his finger to slip inside. Smiling with bliss, he let his head fall back against the thin wall. The sounds at the other side were still very stimulating. He heard Duo giving a little shriek of joy, for whatever reason. “Damn, was that Duo?” Zechs said. “Yeah,” Wufei sniggered. “Noisy bastard he is.” “Oh, but I’m quite sure I could make you just that noisy,” Zechs chuckled, then he switched back to his husky, lascivious tone. “I want you to fuck me, Wufei. Really, really deep! Ah… Uh!” Wufei frowned. That last moan sounded… intense. Interesting. He thought he could hear a slight buzzing too. “What are you doing?” “Uh… I’m using a vibrator. I’m… pushing it in. Feels fucking amazing!” Wufei hissed and closed his eyes, his fingers moving faster and deeper, his other hand clutching desperately at his angry cock. He felt his toes curling at the thought of Zechs with a vibrator up his ass. “God Zechs…” The sound was low and guttural. “You make me so hot!” The hand on his cock started moving, feverishly, in rhythm with his fingers. He could almost feel Zechs’ body heat on him! “Don’t you have a toy… honey?” Zechs’ voice was strained. Gasping, sighing. Wufei smiled. So beautiful. “I don’t… think so…” Wufei panted. And then he could practically see the yellow flash of the proverbial light bulb going off in his head, and he whooped with barely suppressed glee. “Wait, I do!” He’d found one stuffed behind the bedside table, must’ve been Quatre’s, though he could hardly believe that. He’d found it gross at first, had delicately picked it up with thumb and index finger, held it at arms length like it was a fish head gone very bad, then had tossed it somewhere near the door with disgust. And left it there. His opinion had changed drastically about it now. He quickly jumped up, snagged it from the floor and jumped back on the bed. “I don’t really know how to use it, though,” he said, pouting slightly. “What does it look like?” Zechs asked. He sounded calmer again. Wufei guessed he’d stopped for now, wanting the pleasure to be mutual. “It’s long and hollow.” “Does it have a switch on it?” Wufei studied it. “Uhm… Yeah! Here.” He switched it on, and came to the delightful discovery that it could vibrate. “It vibrates! Do you… think I should put it where I think I should put it?” “Why don’t you give it a try and find out for yourself?” Zechs encouraged him gently. “Okay.” Wufei turned it off again and placed it carefully around his cock. Then he took a deep, shuddering breath and, almost solemnly, turned in back on. His scream was vehement, even to him. His bodily reaction was even more vehement. His head whipped back, his hips surged forward into the device. His body nearly burst with the pleasure. Behind him, the noise would soon be over. Duo was shouting out in euphoria, Heero shouted along with him. His one hand grasped wildly about him. “Zechs… Oh Zechs!” he gasped with an unnaturally high-pitched voice. “I’m fucking you… so… good!” “Uhn… Yeah… Fuck me! Fuck me!” Zechs groaned. Wufei gave a few more thrusts into the toy, not wanting the pleasure to end, but still so desperate for what was waiting just on the other side. And then there was that glorious moment where his body seemed to float and everything went white in front of his eyes. He felt his orgasm humming through his every limb, his every bone. The sound he screamed seemed like something distant, something apart from him, even as he felt his vocal chords vibrating with the effort. A second cry, shaped like his name, came from the phone. Only when he fell back on the bed, he realized how sharply he must’ve arched his back. No one spoke for a few long moments. Eventually, Zechs broke the silence, his voice smooth and rich like butter melting over warm pastry. “Wufei…” Wufei sighed. The toy was disposed of, back to its old place on the floor. Turning on his side, he reached for his cell phone, switched the speaker button off and pressed the device to his ear, as if it would bring Zechs closer to him. “Hey…” he smiled. “So… was it as good for you as it was for me?” The smirk was all over his voice. “Enough with the cheesy lines,” Wufei chuckled. “When can we meet again?” “I’m free tomorrow night.” “You wanna go out?” “Why don’t we skip the date and get straight to the good stuff? I think we know each other well enough already, no?” Wufei giggled. “Definitely.” “Can I come over again? Quatre has great beds.” “He does!” Wufei laughed. “I’m sure he won’t mind you coming over again.” “Great.” The door to his room suddenly swung open. Jumping up, he quickly pulled the sheet over his nude body. “What the hell are you two doing here?!” he sputtered. His eyes went straight to the floor. The toy! Heero slouched into the room behind his hysteric lover. Something drew his attention on the floor, tuning out Duo’s jeering “What was that all about, Wuffles?”. A toy? Wait… His toy?! “Wufei, is that my toy?!” Heero yelled, sounding suitably indignant. “It… it was already here when I got here, I swear!” “God, Wufei!” “It’s true! Why would I go and steal your stuff? Does that sound like something I would do?” Heero had to admit, it didn’t. And then he heard it. Silence, next to him. Suspiciously so. He turned to his boyfriend. “Duo?” “Yes?” Sounding innocent like a newborn, of course. “Do you know more about this?” Duo pursed his lips and rolled his eyes up. “I… might?” “Did you give it to Wufei?” “He did not give it to me, if I need toys, I can buy them myself!” Wufei butted in. “Then how did it get here?” “I leant it to Quatre,” Duo confessed. “Why?” “Because he doesn’t have any himself.” “He…” Heero’s eyes narrowed. “He doesn’t have any himself?” His voice was silent, a venomous whisper. And then the storm really unleashed. “What do you mean, he doesn’t have any himself?! Did he not say just this morning that he, timid little Quatre, frequently uses toys himself?! Are you taking me for a ride again, Duo?!” Duo’s eyes snapped open as he realized his mistake. “I… I mean… He doesn’t have any like those, he has a lot of other toys!” Duo babbled, desperately trying to cover up his slip of the tongue. “How do you know that? Tried them out yourself, together with him?!” “Well, maybe I have! You know Heero, I’m really sick of it that you regard me as your property!” “Guys!” Wufei valiantly interfered. His courage had – with some difficulty – won from his timidity, and he had wrapped the sheet around his hips and was now pushing the two towards the door, gently, yet firmly. “If you must argue then could you please do that outside? And…” he picked the toy up, again like it was the fish head. “take this with you.” “You wish, Wufei. You’re gonna clean that first,” Heero stated. “Oh… right.” He dropped it again. “And now, please… I’d like to sleep.” “Yeah, right,” Duo snickered. “Shut up, Duo! We weren’t finished yet!” Heero snapped as Wufei threw the door shut behind them. Shaking his head, Wufei flopped back down on his bed. The phone was still on. “Zechs, are you still there?” “Yeah, I am.” “Sorry you had to witness that.” “What was that all about?” “Turns out the toy was from Heero and… he wasn’t too happy about it. It appears that Duo, behind his back, had leant it to Quatre, and he wanted to know why, and… well, it’s a long story.” “I think you handled it very well, honey. Don’t let it bother you anymore.” “I won’t.” He was getting tired, sleep slumbering just behind his eyelids. He yawned. “Sleepy?” Zechs said. “Yeah,” Wufei murmured. “That was great, you know.” “I think so too. I love you, honey.” “I love you too,” Wufei smiled. “Sleep now. I want you well rested for tomorrow.” Wufei purred and hugged his arms against his chest. “I can’t wait.” “Me neither.” There was a smile in his voice. “Sleep well, little dragon. See you tomorrow.” “Hmm yeah…” His cock gave a gentle, sleepy twitch at the prospect. “Sleep well.” He switched the phone off, turned off the light, put his earplugs in his ears – which was necessary with the lover’s spat just outside his door – and sunk into a sweet sleep full of most fascinating dreams. ~*~ Duo was sulking. Heero was trying not to burst out in vicious remarks. Quatre was ignoring the fact that Trowa had most probably cried himself to sleep last night. Trowa was wallowing in self-pity. Wufei was oblivious to it all. He had just returned from his morning run around the backyard, feeling pleasantly sweaty and refreshed at the same time. Running a towel over his neck, he walked into the house and bumped shoulders with Heero on his way. “Where are you going?” he said. “Out!” Heero barked. “Anywhere!” Wufei stared after him. Blinking, he raised his hand to feel if his nose was still there. It was. He shrugged and proceeded to the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of water and drank it. The sounds of the water, his swallowing throat and the glass being set back on the counter were the only things that could be heard. And yet he was not alone in the kitchen. Trowa was there, and Duo too. How unusual. “Where’s Quatre?” he asked. “Went upstairs,” came Trowa’s clipped answer. He was sitting at the table and didn’t bother to look up from his mug of coffee. Wufei nodded. “No breakfast today?” “It was Heero’s turn to make it.” Duo said. “But he was not ‘in the mood’,” he mimicked with a sour face, “to make it.” More silence. Someone yawned. Trowa. They all jumped when the bell rang. For the first time since he’d entered the kitchen, Wufei saw a spark of interest in his two friends. “You expecting someone?” They both shook their heads. Frowning, he went to open the front door. His mouth fell open, and his face lit up. “Zechs!” he cried, flying around the tall one’s neck. “Thank god!” Zechs laughed. “So happy to see me?” “The tension in there is unbearable,” Wufei groaned, releasing him again. “What are you doing here? I thought you were only free tonight?” “I took a few days off from work,” Zechs shrugged. “On such short notice?” Wufei said, frowning. “Yesterday, you were still swamped with work.” “I lied. Thought I’d surprise you!” Zechs quickly added when Wufei was about to protest. “I brought breakfast.” He held up a large paper bag. Wufei pursed his lips in consideration. “Okay, you’re forgiven,” he grinned. “Come on in.” Zechs slipped past him as he stepped aside, unable to resist a caress along Wufei’s backside. “That was wonderful last night,” he murmured in his ear. Wufei shivered. He recognized the edge of desire to his lover’s voice and gladly took the hint. “It really was,” he sighed. He lifted his head up for a kiss and instantly felt Zechs’ tongue delving hungrily inside. He moaned into his mouth, arching against him. “I’m sorry, I haven’t had the chance to freshen up yet.” “Oh… but, I heard that Quatre has a swimming pool here,” Zechs grinned. Wufei’s mouth twisted into a grin of his own. “That’s true. Do you have swimming trunks with you?” “Do we need that?” Wufei’s breath hitched. He felt his cheeks turning blood red. “God, Zechs…” Grinning, Zechs pushed Wufei further into the house. “Let’s go,” he growled as he planted more kisses on Wufei’s face and in his neck. “What about breakfast?” “Later.” Wufei bit his lip, staggering backwards. He still somehow felt himself obligated to let the others know of the food. He grabbed the paper bag from Zechs’ hand and dumped it in front of the kitchen door. “Guys! Breakfast!” Duo stuck his head outside at the mention of breakfast, albeit still with a rather dirty look on his face. His eye detected the paper bag, and he picked it up. “Zechs? What are you doing here? And where the hell are you going?” “Swimming pool!” Wufei gargled. Duo gaped. Zechs’ gestures were… primal. Needy. Wufei seemed most happy to submit to him though. He shrugged and pulled the bag open. The smell of sugar and fresh pastry rose up from it and he felt his mouth water. Spreading the treats out on a plate, he took one and took a bite. “Oh heavens,” he mumbled, licking his fingers. “You have to taste one, Trow. They’re delicious!” “No, thank you.” Duo looked at Trowa and swallowed, and as he swallowed, the vision came back to him of Trowa slumped over the counter of the bar. He’d never told them what had made him so miserable; getting him to open his mouth was as challenging as trying to pry apart a lobster’s vice grip. He sighed and sat next to him, a compassionate arm around his shoulder. “So how are you feeling now?” Trowa resisted the urge to shake off his rival’s arm; he found it worrying how everyone tried to look into each other’s feelings. He ran a tired hand over his face. He heard the blood pulsing in his head, felt it throbbing behind his downcast eyes. He lifted his head to look at Duo and was mildly pleased with the slight shock that passed his face. He knew his eyes were bloodshot, he’d seen it when he’d washed his face this morning. “Not so good, Duo,” he murmured. “It’s about Quatre? He doesn’t return your feelings?” “Who said I had feelings for him?” “Trowa, moles with sunglasses on could see you have feelings for him.” “So you knew.” Duo splurted a self-evident “Tcha.” “Yet you still went on and on with your…” Trowa gestured helplessly with his hands, “sex lessons.” “He had asked me,” Duo shrugged. “I was just helping out a friend.” This time it was Trowa who snorted the “Tcha.” “Do you want me to stop?” “I don’t want you to stop. He’s not my property, and if he wants you to give him sex education, then that’s fine with me.” Duo had to smile for Trowa’s sulking face. He put two pastries on a plate and shoved them to Trowa. “Here, why don’t you take these upstairs to Quatre’s room? See if he’s hungry, try to talk about it. I don’t like seeing you so sad.” And see the disgust on his face again once he would enter the room? “I… don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” “What harm can it do?” Duo urged gently. The harm that it could, and probably would do, was that Quatre would find him too obtrusive and clingy. And while he was desperate, he didn’t want to come over as a pathetic loser begging for his attention. “No,” he said, pushing the plate away. “Don’t you love him anymore then?” “I’m… not sure. I think I’m gonna watch a movie or something. Just… think of nothing for a while.” He got up, forcing a faint smile. “Thank you, Duo. You’re… a good friend.” He wasn’t too sure if he meant it. But at the same time, he couldn’t blame him for anything. After all, Duo didn’t know the real reason of his and Quatre’s sudden aloofness. And clearly, he didn’t remember anything about that night, as he’d been saying up till now. If he did, his body language would’ve been entirely different. He believed him. “Anytime, buddy,” Duo smiled back, and watched his friend leave for the lounge. Shaking his head, he picked up the plate and took it himself. To be continued… Chapter 23 |
