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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 " Cold
Duo couldn't exercise with Heero - they both had a competitive
streak a mile long and it didn't work effectively - they ended up
pissy at each other afterwards and Trowa would roll his eyes and ignore
them until they made up with kisses and groping. He also didn't do anything with Trowa as he tended to
prefer sparring and hand to hand combat. And while that was something
Duo could do, he was an amateur in comparison to Trowa and it would've
been an embarrassment to have his ass handed to him so badly everytime. Instead, Duo did as he was doing now, pedalling back
home in the dying winter afternoon light, the thermal clothes doing
little to help him as he felt the cold deep in his bones. Duo had
come from a poor L2 colony where the weather system didn't function
properly and all year round it stuck at one balmy temperature so earth,
Europe, with seasons and actual weather was confusing as fuck and
something he was not all together keen on. He arrived home, dragging the bike into the hallway
and smelt coffee and the house was unusually warm, the heat on high.
Duo walked towards the living room where Heero sat, his uniform still
on but his tie loosened, his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes scanning news
stories on a tablet but he looked up at Duo's arrival. Duo was removing his gloves as he felt a warm pair of
arms around him from behind, feeling the soft wool of a sweater and
Trowa kissing gently at his neck. "You're cold," Trowa whispered and Duo turned
to face him in his warm embrace. "Then warm me up," Duo said against Trowa's
lips. Trowa chuckled softly, met him for the kiss and Duo
jolted when he felt a different set of hands settle on his hips from
behind, Heero's lips on the back of his neck, not being aware of when
Heero made his move. And he may have been cold as he rode home but this,
stood in between Trowa and Heero, was a damn good way to get warm. |
