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"The Three of Us "Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m sex of varying degrees of smuttiness,
two dudes, three dudes, masturbation, voyeurism as well as angst,
sap and bad language Pairings: 1x2x3 but all combinations of that in
pairings as well as in a threesome context. Summary: An ongoing series of short drabbles exploring the dynamics and complexity of the 1x2x3 relationship. A/N: This is an ongoing series of short drabbles
that is my attempt to explore how the 1x2x3 relationship would work.
I will update semi–regularly with three chapters at a time told
from Duo, Trowa and then Heero's perspectives. Some will be feelsy/angsty,
some will be porny, and some will be sappy. They have no chronology or order apart from the
fact it is set post–EW. Beta'd by ELLE "The Three of Us " Suit With swift fingers, Trowa completed the knot on his
tie, smoothing the skinny black fabric down his front, stopping just
at his waist where the slim fit grey pants tapered down his long legs.
He knew he looked good in a suit but rarely had occasion to wear one
but as he'd declined a longer mission, he'd been put on babysitting
duties as punishment so he was security detail for one dull as fuck
politician. He knew, as he grabbed for his watch, that he was being
observed but he ignored those blue eyes in favour of actually leaving
the house on time. "No," he said, without turning. "No to what?" was the teasing innocent response
- Duo. "To whatever." "Whatever?" That was a different voice and Trowa turned then to
see Duo stood in the doorway with Heero's arms wrapped around him
from behind, Heero's mouth ghosting over Duo's neck in a place that
always turned their braided lover on. He groaned as his eyes wandered down, realising that
Heero was jerking Duo off, his hand down the front of sweatpants and
it was a pretty interesting visual - his own cock hardening. Fuck. He did not need to run security detail horny -
it would not help his attempt at being a damn professional but Duo
moaned, only quietly and any resolve he had was gone at the image
of Duo's head thrown back against Heero's shoulder. "I don't have time," Trowa growled but he
was walking towards them and a hand was pulling at his tie, Duo's
and he met his lips, warm and slick. He felt another pair of hands
on his pants, pulling them swiftly down before his cock was enveloped
in wet heat. Trowa's thoughts were damn incoherent as Heero licked, sucked and bobbed his head, his hand teasing his balls, his technique intended to bring him off quick as Duo continued the kiss, tongue probing, fucking his mouth. He was close to coming, his thighs trembling and Heero moaned, the vibrations on his dick so fucking
good, and Duo nipped at his bottom lip, a finger tweaking a nipple
through his white shirt. His hips thrust forward automatically, deeper into Heero's
mouth and he came, Duo swallowing his moan while Heero swallowed his
cum. They both moved off him then, to each other as Trowa
straightened clothing, zipped up, his body high from an damn good
blow job and hot kiss. "You just look too hot in a suit, Tro'," Duo
said. Trowa shook his head, left the bedroom and collected
his keys downstairs. As he was about to leave, he heard the headboard
bang against the wall and he knew exactly what was going on and was
silently glad he was the cause of it. It was just a suit, he thought - Trowa couldn't help
it if he looked really good in it. |
