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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 " Ticklish Trowa rarely thought back to the first meetings with
the men that he lived with as he had learnt all his life not to look
back but tonight, he did, as they sat on the bed together, clothes
having been slowly discarded. With Duo, their first meeting involved handcuffs and
an OZ prison and it wasn't until much later, after the Barton revolt,
that they found themselves both worried about Heero in a hospital
bed and grew closer, the extreme circumstances bringing them to a
brush of lips and silent touches. Of course, with Heero it had been
different – Trowa caring for him after following the order to
self-destruct, and it was then he had learnt a lot about the Wing
pilot. But it was only together, with Duo, that he learnt some
of the softer, more fun side to the man that Heero had hid behind
dedication and intensity during his teens. And right now they intended
to exploit it as Heero sat in between Duo's spread legs, his back
pressed up against Duo's chest as Trowa slowly kissed down his quivering
stomach muscles, then avoided the part of his body that demanded attention,
ignoring his hard cock in boxer briefs to kiss at his inner thighs.
He lifted at Heero's leg and moved his lips down to his knee, then
touched at the spot at the back of his knee, hearing a short exhale
of breath that turned into a laugh as he found the part of his body
that was ticklish. It had taken time to discover the small weakness,
to discover that if they touched there, a chuckle that was so rare
would come from Heero's mouth and so at times, maybe they ganged up
a little to hear it. Trowa backed off as Heero kicked out, smirking as he
met Duo's eye and then he tickled at that spot again, hearing Heero's
deep chuckle as Duo wound his hands round his chest, kissed at his
neck and kept him in place during Trowa's torment. "Stop, damn it," Heero gritted out, attempting
not to laugh, as Duo ran his fingers over his naked chest, teasing
at nipples, while Trowa continued tickling. It was now, with that laugh, that Heero seemed younger,
less serious and it was something that made Trowa's chest feel heavy
as they were so rarely just young men who had fun – their lives
so complicated and full of obligation and guilt. So he enjoyed the
sound, the intimate experience, until he took pity and stopped his
fingers tickling and instead, returned his lips to his inner thighs,
and further up. "I hate you two," Heero growled, his eyes
drifting between them. Trowa's answer was to reach to the waistband of boxer
briefs and lowering them far enough down to bring out his cock. "Only sometimes," Trowa said as he lowered
his mouth to Heero's groin, taking the head of his dick in his mouth
and sucking, hearing no more complaints about their tease as they
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