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"Sure Beats Smokin' "Written By: Presser Pairings : 1x4x2 Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Dirty words, alcohol
play, threesome, aggressive Quatre, PWP, AU Written for CYT as a part of the GW Smutathon "Sure Beats Smokin' "
Seventh period. Hot damn. Now we can finally get to it. I've been itching for a cig all damn day. I tick my head to the side to catch Duo's eye. He's
three seats over, chatting up Lisa Mulligan. He's got his braid over
his Damn it. I wince as the intercom shrieks again. I'd love to meet the ass who invented a buzzer like that. Rips right through everything. But that's the point, right? Good boy, Mr. Hammond, that's right. Work that little microphone to get 'em down to the gym like the good sheepdog you are. I nod at Tony and his boys as they slink from the room. Tony's okay. He looks good in his khakis and white button down. He wears his gold and navy tie loose at the neck, like most guys do. But it looks sexy on him. I look down at my notebook. Who the hell figured two in the afternoon was the ideal time for the meaning of Huckleberry Finn? Give me a break. I scratch at the gray pencil marks on my left hand. "Quatre!" I snap my head around. It's Duo, trotting over to see me like the puppy dog he is. He slides into the desk next to me and leans in. When his braid swishes against my shoulder I smell lavender shampoo. "Hey, Cat," he whispers too loudly. "You got 'em? We're still going, right? Up to--" I slam my fist on my desk. "Moron!" I hiss, using a low-wattage glare on him. "Why don't you just stand on your desk and invite the whole damn class to join us?" "Uh...." He looks mortified. I tuck my chin down to my collarbone. "Of course I've got 'em. Just let 'em go to their assembly, then we'll move." "But Ms. Stevens will notice if we just stay here." I roll my eyes. "Of /course/ she will! That's why we're going to get up," I speak slowly, raising one finger for each point I make. "Just before the last of the class is out, /then/ tell her we have to put our books in our lockers, and /then/ slip upstairs to the boys room." "Will that work?" "It will for /me/. Will for you, too, if you just keep your mouth shut." Stevens is at her desk jamming after dinner entertainment into her bag. I'd love see her face when she reads my answer to number seven. Probably give her something to talk about at the grocery store. Lisa Mulligan walks to the door with Katie. I eye their plaid skirts, and imagine Duo in one for the millionth time. Lisa stops to turn and do that cutesy little wave-and-smile thing for Duo's benefit. He grins back like a fool. I pop him on the shoulder. "Hey!" "Hey what?" "That hurt." "Shut up. It's time to move." Stevens picks up her coat. I stand and stretch. Make a show of putting my book and notes in my bag. When she surveys the room to check for stragglers, I catch her eye and smile broadly. "Looking forward to the show, Ms. Stevens?" "I'm sure it will be exciting, Quatre. Mr. Hammond says this is the best magic act he's ever seen." "It must be good," I say, shouldering my book bag. "Mr. Hammond doesn't let out the whole school for seventh period for nothing." "Well, you and Duo had better hurry or you won't get good seats." "Yes ma'am. We just need to put our books in our lockers and then we'll head down to the gym." I give her my Brady Bunch smile. And kick at Duo's foot. He scrambles out of his desk with a scowl for me. "All right, boys. Just don't be long." She sighs and follows us out of the room, flicking off the light and shutting the door behind us. "Wait." I put my hand on Duo's chest. Even though I'm trying to listen, I can feel the warmth of him under his button down. He holds his breath as I lean one eye past the corner. "We're good," I whisper. I take a step into the hall. The second floor is deserted, but I take it nice and slow anyway. Just in case some teacher pops her head out of a classroom. "So you've got 'em?" "I /told/ you I did." "Where?" "Here." I pat the back pocket of my khakis. Duo's eyebrows go up. "But you told me that's the first place they look for cigs." We're at the boys room now. I put my hand on the door and turn to look at Duo. "You're cute, y'know? Short on fuel in the think tank, but cute nonetheless." I pause. "I'm wearing a /sweater/, you moron! Who the hell can see /what/ I've got in my pockets?" "I just don't want to get caught." "Have we /ever/ been caught?" His chin jits out over his shoulder and back, just once. "Right. And we won't, because I'm /careful/, Duo. I plan. I think ahead." I push on the door. Duo follows me in. "That's why there're no surprises when you're with /me/." I pull on the inner door and step into the boys room. And stop cold. Duo zooms right into me. I stumble but catch myself. At the sink is a guy. I know, I know. It's a /boys/ room. But everyone's supposed to be at the assembly. "What are you doing here?" "Isn't it obvious?" He's bent over at the waist, just finishing up washing his hands. He's wearing the regulation khakis, white shirt and gold-navy tie, same as me, but I can see that he's built. Long legs, trim waist. When he moves I can tell from the way his shirt fits he's got nice biceps and pecs for a fifteen-year old. He stares at me through dark brown bangs with clear blue eyes. And he's Asian. Damn. And I've got Duo in tow. "Heero?" "Duo?" "You know each other?" "Yeah, we take shop together." "You take /shop/?" I say, turning to speak over my shoulder. My mouth stays open after I say it. "Shut /up/," he says, and pushes me. I stumble forward again, this time alongside Heero. He takes a step back. Looks me directly in the eye. I actually look away, down to his crotch. Roll my eyes and turn to Duo. "Whad'ya do /that/ for?" "Why /wouldn't/ I take shop?" "Is there a problem with me using the john?" I turn to look at Heero. He's pulling a paper towel from the box on the wall. "No, of course not. I just--we thought everyone would be at the assembly." "'The greatest magician since David Copperfield?' Yeah, right." "So what /are/ you doing here?" "Like I said, isn't it obvious?" "We came up here to smoke." I turn to Duo, who's smiling with his damn chest sticking out. I glare at him, the wattage higher this time. "Well, didn't we?" Duo glares back. "I wouldn't mind a cig myself." We both turn to look at Heero. He reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a green Bic lighter and a nearly empty pack of Virginia Slims. My eyebrows go up. "What? It's all my mom smokes." "Nah, it's cool." I walk over to the first stall and shoulder off my bag. Catch it as it drops to the floor. "My dad smokes Benson & Hedges. Thinks it's sophisticated." I say the last word with a sneer. I walk over to the inner door to the room and reach up high. Turn the lock. "Whadja do /that/ for?" "Well, /Duo/," I say, "we wouldn't want to be /caught/, now /would/ we?" "Oh." I roll my eyes again. Heero pulls a cig from the crumpled pack and lights it. Drags. Exhales. He's beautiful. I wonder if he knows it. I pull the squashed pack of Bensons from my back pocket, then return to my pack and unzip the pocket at the top. Find my lighter. Flick it open. "You've got a Zippo." "Yep. My uncle left it at the house last month. I'm sort of keeping it safe for him until he comes to visit again." I smile at Heero, light up, then toss the Bensons to Duo. He selects a cigarette, then walks over to me. He knows not to ask for the lighter. I light his cig for him. "How long?" I say, taking a shallow breath. Duo stifles a hack. "Since the fourth of July. My brother Odin taught me." Heero takes another drag. I watch him as he leans his head back, exhaling slowly. His neck gleams in the afternoon sun that pours through the frosted glass at the top of the wall. Two puffs, three. I swallow. Speak real casual. "You guys probably wouldn't be interested in anything more than smokes, wouldja?" They both stop and look at me. I smile on one side of my mouth. "Cause I've got something extra here." I pat my back pack. "What?" Duo's eyes are bright. "Let's see it." Heero takes a last drag on his cig and then walks to a stall and drops the butt into the john. Flushes. He leans on the door of the stall. Crosses his arms. I unzip the main pocket of my bag, reach in slowly, and pull out a half-full Mason jar. The smoky gold liquid inside glints in the filtered light. "No way!" Duo looks like he could wet himself. "Yes way, Ted," I say to Duo. I turn to Heero. "It took me a month to save this much. Saturday mornings my dad plays golf and my mom sleeps in." I snigger. "They still think I'm getting up early to watch cartoons!" "What is it?" Heero's interested. "Clan MacGregor," I say with an air of distinction. "A blended scotch." "Is that whiskey?" I shoot Duo a look of disdain. "Well, /I/ don't know." "Have you had any?" Heero stands up straight. "Not yet. I thought I'd 'share the experience' with Duo here. But you seem cool enough to join us. Right?" Heero looks me directly in the eye. Nods his head once. "Sure. I'll have a drink." I can't believe he's as cool as he is. I smile; raise an eyebrow. "How about if we let Duo here go first?" Duo's eyes get big. He swallows. "You /are/ interested in a drink. Right, Duo?" "Uh...sure, sure, if you're gonna, then so will I." "Great." I unscrew the lid of the Mason jar. Sniff the whiskey. Choke back a cough. It's strong. Sorta smells like my cig. Duo eyes me warily. I offer the jar to him. "Just a sip. This stuff's strong." "I know that," he snaps. He steps close to me. Takes the jar, sniffs it. Wrinkles his nose as he pulls back from it. Looks up at Heero, then me. Then he raises the jar to his lips and tips it back. The moron pours a whole swallow into his mouth, then gulps it down. Duo lurches forward, coughing loudly. I grab the jar. Some of the scotch sloshes onto my hand. "Moron! I said to /sip/ it!" Duo's not listening to me. He's busy trying to figure out how to breathe. I slap him on the back, and he falls down. Drags a wet heaving breath, coughs, repeats. Heero just watches like it's on Discovery channel. "Breathe, idiot!" "I-'m (gasps) try- (hacks) -ing!" He's in a ball on the floor. I cover my concern with a sneer, but I put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze a little. He slows down, takes another wet breath, and gets to his knees. I narrow my eyes at him. He looks up at me with a dopy smile on his face. "Real smooth!" he says. Coughs loudly. I roll my eyes at the ceiling. "What? That's what you're supposed to say, isn't it?" "Geez, Duo! You can be so lame sometimes." Heero walks over to me and reaches out to the jar. "May I?" "Sure." When he takes it, his fingers brush mine. I swallow all the way down to my nuts. Heero takes the jar and sniffs it cautiously. He looks at Duo, who's standing now, still coughing, but softly. He tips the scotch up to the lip of the jar, then darts his tongue into the gold. Pulls it back and swallows. Coughs, then repeats, a bigger taste this time. Finally he takes an actual sip, but slowly. Duo and I are watching this like it's "Is he gonna pick door number two?" Heero tries to hold the liquor in his mouth and inhale over it. Big mistake. He coughs, then swallows, then shoves the jar back in my hand. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand and bends at the waist, coughing loudly. He straightens up pretty quick, though. Opens his eyes wide, blinks. Coughs once more. Looks at me and smiles. Now I'm the one who wants to wet his pants. "Now you." He wipes his mouth as he looks at me, but the smile fades. I can't look away. Can't. Suddenly this is serious stuff. I smile confidently,
but all that happens is one side of my lips hitch up like I'm not
sure of myself. I I cough, too, but look back at Heero with triumph in my eyes. "Burns like hell the first time. Thought my throat was on fire." I smile. "Yeah, me, too." "Want another sip?" Heero extends his hand. I give him the jar, and he drinks. Gives it back to me and I take another sip. We're both coughing, but it's in brotherhood now. "You've drunk before?" "Yeah, but not scotch. I think all alcohol must burn like that." "Yeah." What a nice little moment we're having. *** "Woooo!" I whip my head to the sink. Duo has pulled his shirt tail out and is twirling like a ballerina. A drunk ballerina. "Quaaatre! God, it's hot in here!" He starts unbuttoning his shirt, swaying as he does. I watch him with my mouth open, not believing what I'm seeing. He unbuttons his shirt but forgets the sleeves. The white cotton slides off his shoulders, and I remember what I like most about Duo. It's his skin. Don't get me wrong. The hair's nice. Brown-gold and long, fuck yeah, and I get off on it. But the skin's the thing. I mean, that's what you feel when you're fucking, right? His is pale, but not sickly. It's like it's translucent. Mine's tan. But the touch -- god, it feels like a nine volt battery does on my tongue when I touch it. Imagine if you could wrap that nine volt around every inch of your dick and you'll know what it feels like to fuck Duo. I stop dreaming about his skin, though, when I realize he's not stopping with his shirt. The damn moron is taking his pants off. I shove the Mason jar at Heero. "Duo! What the hell are you doing?" He's already got his belt loose. I reach for his hands, which are fumbling with the zip. "It's /hot/ in here, Quatre!" He smiles crazily. "I'm /hot/!" He draws the word out long and loud. I yank at one hand, but he pulls his other one away before I can get it. He leans over and purses his lips like a fish, trying to kiss me. "Aren't you /hot/, Quaaatre?" I let go of his hand and lean back. Duo bumps the sink with his butt and looks over his shoulder to see what he's hit. When he does, I grab his shirt and try to push it back onto his shoulders. He mistakes my move and turns back into my arms. He leans in and licks a long wet trail up my neck. "Mmm, you taste /good/, Quaaatre!" I remember Heero and panic. I whip around to apologize to him and my eyes pop. Heero's standing there with eyes wide, mouth open, and -- goddamn it -- a boner! He sees me looking at his crotch - again -- and looks down. He looks up and swallows. Then Duo leans on me and I'm off my feet and falling on Heero and his shirt smells like spice and Duo's reaching, we're falling -- All three of us are down. Heero's back's against the wall under the window. He's still holding the jar of scotch, which has sloshed onto the floor. I'm face down in his lap -- his lap, for god sakes! Duo's sprawled on my back, apologizing. I scramble off of Heero, my face red. Duo complains as I rough him in my haste to regain my dignity. "Hey hey hey!" "Hey yourself!" He pushes at me. I push back. I scoot to the side, sit back against the wall right next to Heero. Duo sits in front of us, his pants half off, his shirt still mostly down his back. His legs are spread. Heero sets the jar down. "You're drunk," I say, trying to cover my embarrassment. "You made me," Duo says with his eyebrows wrinkled together. Then he smiles and laughs like a hyena. I laugh, too, high and tight. Chance a look at Heero. He's not smiling. "Is he gay?" He says it without malice, like he was asking if I wanted the rest of my chips. My upper lip's damp. I wipe it. "Yeah, he is, as a matter of fact. I bet the hair's what gave him away, right? I mean, it's not just the hair. But a lot of guys just figure because he's got --" "I am too." Heero drops this little A-bomb quietly. Duo stops laughing and stares at Heero with this dawn of enlightenment look. "So's Quatre!" My lips curl away from my teeth. "Shut /up/, fuckface!" "It's nothing to be ashamed of." He turns his head to look into my eyes as he says it. My face goes hot. "I'm not gay!" Heero stares at me, then his lips slowly curve into a grin. "Are too." My eyebrows fly up. "It's obvious that you are." I sit stunned as he talks. "First, look at Duo here. He's obviously hot for you." Duo nods his head vigorously. "No way you're gonna allow that unless you want it. "Then there's the way you've been looking at me since you walked in here. You'd think I was liquid sex, the way your eyes tell the story. "And then there's the other thing." He pauses. Even Duo pays attention now. Heero just points at my pants. I look down and see a goddamn fucking wet spot on the front of my khakis. Heero kisses me, just lips. I lean away, surprised. He does it again. I have no idea what my face looks like, but Heero's smiling, some sort of light in his eyes. I lean away again, and he kisses me a third time. Then I'm laying on the floor, looking up at him. He's undoing my shirt. He throws it back and strokes both my nipples. I arch my back and I'm gone. Like I said, I'm not gay. I just like to fuck Duo. Nothing feels better to me than my cock up his ass. But this -- god, there aren't any words for it. He's gentle. I don't do gentle -- ask Duo. I don't know what happens next. Hands. My belly, my navel. My pants are open. A gentle squeeze. god god god I think my eyes are closed. My hips are up. Cold. Then hot. Wet. Fuck me. He's sucking my cock. His hair drags my belly. My arms go out. Fists, fingers. I swing my head. Buck my hips. "Gah!" Cold. My eyes snap open. He's looking at me, his eyes smoky, half-lidded. I turn my head. Duo's hand's in his shorts. His mouth's open. His eyes are on my cock. Heero turns to Duo. Puts his hands on his shoulders. Lays him down. Then he pulls Duo's shorts down. "Damn, you're big." Duo's trembling. Heero sucks him. How'd my hand get on my cock? Duo's hips are bucking. Heero's sitting back on his haunches. "Sit up." I do. "On your knees." Duo does it. Heero reaches between Duo's legs and milks his cock. Smears precum on Duo's hole, then fingers him. Duo pushes back on the finger. Uh un un un He looks at me. "Stroke yourself." I sit with my mouth open. He leaves Duo and grabs my cock. I arch back again, look down. He milks me, slicks up the head of my dick. I look up at him. He looks at Duo. "Sit on him." Duo looks around at Heero. He gets to his feet, shaky. Shoves his pants to his ankles. Heero takes his hand away from my cock. Duo comes to me, straddles my hips. "Not that way. I want to see you." Duo turns around and squats. Heero takes my cock and I shudder. He gets me in position. God I'm hard. Duo sits. I shove upward. Duo falls forward, on his knees, on his hands. I scramble up, trying to stay with him. I get in position again and slam into him. He braces against me. Heero puts his hand on Duo's back, the other on my belly. I look up, surprised to find him here. He feeds me the words one at a time. "Slow. Fuck him slow." I nod. I pull back, push in slowly. My precum begins to slick him. God, I want to pound him, but this is nice is Heero's on his knees. He pulls his belt loose, unzips. I'm slowfucking Duo but watching Heero. He reaches into the top of his shorts and pulls his cock up. Pushes his shorts halfway down his thighs. Strokes himself. My mouth's open. I start to push harder. "Slow." I pull back, almost out. Push in real slow. god god god Duo moans. Heero scoots in front of Duo on his knees. Duo looks up. "Suck me." He offers his cock to Duo. Duo goes down on him. Heero throws his head back. I close my eyes. Stale urine, cigarette smoke. Scotch on my hand. Duo's nine volt on me. My god. I had no idea. Slow is good. "Look at me." I open my eyes. Heero is sitting now, his legs spread, knees up. Duo's feeding like a newborn doe. "You do what I say. Okay?" I nod. "Pull him back on you. Sit down and pull him into your lap." I'm so fogged I barely understand him. But I do it. My hands are on Duo's hips, and I'm pulling, pulling. Duo looks up. "Hnn?" Heero smiles down on him as he lifts his face. "Sit up, Duo. Quatre, you lay down." Between the two of us we find the position he wants. "Now turn around. Face Quatre." Duo does. Somehow he manages to keep me inside him as he pivots. I shudder. "Ride him, Duo. Make him feel good." Duo lifts up, drops down. I push up into him. Our pelvic bones connect. "Not you, Quatre. Just lay there. Spread your legs." How can I do anything else? He's now my god. It takes everything in me to just lay there and let Duo do the fucking. I can't see what Heero is doing. And then I feel it. He's slicked his finger with something -- his own juice, maybe -- and is tickling the edge of my hole. I jerk. Throw Duo off his rhythm. "Just relax, Quatre. Push down like you're shitting, but gentle." I do. He's in me. Wriggling. Is this what it feels like to be fucked? Can Duo really enjoy this? It's not uncomfortable, but hardly plea-- "Fuck!" I scream the word. Raise up halfway, then fall back. I don't know what he found, but god I want him to find it again. He does, and I go limp. "Like it?" "Fuck yeah!" "Faster now, Duo." I've got one beautiful little boy riding my cock up and down, and another one finger fucking me. And it's not long before I can't take it any more. The tip of my cock opens, spasms. I drive up into Duo and he falls over on me. Heero pushes against that spot and I fucking pass out. I passed out. Must've. When I open my eyes, Duo's off me and sucking Heero again. He's leaning against the wall with Duo in his lap, his hands on the boy's head. The look on his face is incredible. Duo's sucking him like he's gone all summer without a drink. I pull my shorts up, then stand. My legs shake a little. I pull up my pants and fasten them. Heero's not watching me, not anything. His head's back, his mouth's open. I go over to him and kneel beside him. Take his face in my hands and stick my tongue in his mouth. Scotch, smoke, and something that's just Heero. He kisses back. Then he tenses, stops moving. Shudders. Duo's making slurping sounds like a puppy. I pull back from Heero. His arms drop to his sides. Duo sits up and wipes his lips on his arm. He grabs his cock and blurs it with his fist. He does this moan thing, sorta like a girl, when he comes. I've only heard it once before. Now I'm leaning against the wall, too, chest heaving. No one talks. Everybody's breathing slows. "Fuck, man," I whisper. I draw breath, but all I can say is "fuck" again. "Like it?" "Hell yeah!" "Want more?" "There's more?" Duo looks up from licking his own cum from his fingers. Heero looks at him deadpan, then looks at me. Cocks an eyebrow. "My parents are gone this weekend," he says. "Mine aren't, but it's not really a problem," I say. "Can -- I come?" We both look at Duo. "You just did," I say. His eyes go wide. I snigger at my little joke. Heero rolls his eyes. Fin |
