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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 " Massage Strong hands caressed Heero's skin, long fingers at
his shoulders, and he closed his eyes as Trowa sat behind him, relieving
the soreness from hours sat in front of screens. It was rare he and
Trowa were alone and he was enjoying his company, his quietness, and
their own private luxury hotel room, sat on the edge of a bed. Heero rarely went out into the field and he hadn't been
out in the field per se, he had been conducting surveillance and analysis
on a job that Trowa was working on so it had aligned for them to share
a room, for them to be alone together and while they missed their
braided lover, Heero couldn't deny there was something he enjoyed
about it just being him and Trowa like it had been so long ago. Trowa moved from behind him and to in front and Heero
saw the look in Trowa's eyes as he wordlessly got to his knees, impossibly
graceful. It was something Heero admired as he reached out his hand
to caress Trowa's hair. The uniform pants he wore were unzipped with
teeth, Trowa looking up through his bang and his eyelashes and Heero's
grip tightened in his hair as he felt lips wrap around his cock, taking
him from half to fully hard with a swipe of tongue and some suction. Heero leaned back a little, moved aside Trowa's hair
as he took long licks and watched his cock slide between those lips.
It was a slow sensual evening, Heero knew that, and Trowa released
him, commanding him without words to ease his hips up so he could
remove pants and Heero complied as Trowa ran his lips over his inner
thighs, avoiding his cock as his hands kneaded his muscles. He stood then and Heero watched clothing vanish from
Trowa's lean body through heavy lidded eyes and he removed his own
shirt, seeing Trowa lick his lips at his own body being revealed. They barely made a noise as they fucked, Heero on his
stomach, Trowa against his back, mouth latched on his ear, hands clasped
together and they had taken time to get to the pinnacle, close to
coming. But it was as Heero felt Trowa inside him so damn deep that
the irritating sound of a cell phone was heard. Trowa's body paused, his slow pace stopping all together
and Heero damn near growled as he was so close as Trowa fumbled for
the cell, answering it hastily with a curt "Barton." Heero could hear the voice without it being on speaker. "Hey! That's not the way to greet one of the men
of your dreams, is it?" It was a relief then as Trowa started moving again,
Heero thrusting back onto him and forward into the sheets. Heero moaned
as a thrust hit prostate and he heard Duo laugh on the other end of
the line. "You two are fucking, right?" There was no way Trowa could deny it as Heero made a
noise half between a moan and a grunt. "Let me listen to you come." At that, Trowa threw the phone to the bed, fucking Heero
harder, deeper, faster, until they both came with sparks of light
fluttering behind their eyes. Once Trowa had moved off his back, Heero rolled over
out of the wet spot and grabbed the phone. "Duo?" "Yeah… ?" "Trowa was just giving me a massage," he said,
looking over at Trowa who gave him a half smile. "Did it have a happy ending?" "Yeah," he replied reaching his hand to Trowa's
and twining their fingers together. "It did." |
