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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 " Acrobatics "Uhh… Heero," Duo said, panting, "we
need to be back for the knife thing…fuck! He'll be pissed…" Heero leaned back on his heels, removing his hand from
Duo's cock and was undoing his own pants to which Duo leaned up and
"assisted", groping as he did. Hot and hard in his hand,
Duo stroked making Heero moan and his eyes flutter in a way that he
could just make out in the car - the badly lit parking lot not providing
a very good visual. Not that Duo needed that - he knew every look
both of his sexy as fuck lovers gave him so he knew what expression
Heero would be making as he bucked his hips forward into Duo's hand,
straddling him on the backseat. "This won't take long," Heero said and he
then was on top of Duo directly, their naked dicks meeting, and they
kissed, urgent and sloppy, grinding together. It wouldn't take long - Trowa had turned them on too
much - it was the first time he'd performed at the circus in so damn
long and they both hadn't seen him do some of those things. He'd spent
a week training with Catherine again and it had been his great return
to the big top and the trapeze. And they had both been mesmerised - how his body moved,
how his muscles rippled, how his costume left little to imagination.
Trowa was not just gorgeous as he moved above them, his timing perfect,
his body straining and bending, flexible and acrobatic - he was graceful,
and damn beautiful. When it had finished, Duo had just looked at Heero
and they had silently agreed to go back to the car. Where they were now as Duo gasped into Heero's mouth
as Heero's hand slid over his cock, continuing their kissing, their
grinding, and Duo reciprocated, loving the feel of Heero in his fist,
moving his hand to cup balls, then back to his dick, roughly tugging
on it like he knew Heero liked. "Duo," he murmured in warning and it took
a few more strokes for Heero to come against his hand and their clothing. Heero grunted but he wasn't distracted by his own climax,
bringing Duo off, sliding his thumb over the head and pumping the
length of him a few times until his cock twitched and his breathing
stopped, Duo coming too. They took a few deep breaths and were unable to assess
the damage to clothing in the dark - but Duo raised his fingers to
his mouth, licking them clean, and he could tell Heero watched what
his tongue was doing even with the lack of light. "We need to get back," Duo said, task completed.
"You know he has access to a hella lot of knives…" Heero made a low snort. "It's all his fault we're
here." "Then you can tell Tro' how we left his big show
to exchange hand jobs if we don't get back in time." Heero didn't reply but was adjusting his clothing and
Duo couldn't stop smirking as they made their way back to big top
to watch the Trowa perform again, him not knowing their little interlude
or how much his act had turned them on. |
