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"One Thing Leads "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer : I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. This work of fiction is written and shared freely without any attempt to profit financially from it. Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: An exploration of sexual addiction and its consequences. Warnings: Intense lemon fic, including one group sex scene near the end. Voyeurism is a focus; lust and lewdness is central. AU, Character personalities differ from the series, sometimes greatly. Lots of gratuitous sex, but yet (incredibly) there is, indeed, a plot. AN: I've chosen to omit abuse from the warnings, and I expect some will think this is wrong. No physical harm comes to any character, and the emotional damage described is unintentional. "One Thing Leads"
Heero heard the noise of feet stomping up the stairs in the hall and assumed it was Duo and Quatre with the air conditioner they had gone to pick up from Roger, his workmate at Samuelson Construction. He quickly looked over the apartment to make sure everything was ready, then checked his clothes. He wore his good jeans, no rips, but still comfortable; leather thong sandals; and a loose tank top in his favorite green, an intense emerald color. He ran fingers through dark brown bangs as he surveyed the simple arrangement of paper plates and napkins on the dinette table next to three styrofoam containers holding, in turn, steaming beef barbeque, cole slaw, and crispy potato wedges. Next to the barbecue was a bottle of Robinson's Original, the sauce that made the Chicago ribs joint famous. Around the corner two bottles of wine sat on the kitchen counter next to the refrigerator, one a chilled chardonnay in a large glass mixing bowl full of ice cubes, and to the side, a room-temperature, tannin-rich spanish grenache Heero was particularly fond of. In the fridge stood three six-packs of Heineken. Satisfied that he and dinner were ready, he went to the door and opened it just as Duo and Quatre topped the stairs. Heero blinked as he took in his first look at Quatre Winner. The boy was as slim as his lover, but a little shorter, with platinum-blond bangs that reached to his ears and thin eyebrows. His aquamarine eyes, clear and bright, were wide above a button nose and full lips parted in the exertion of lugging his half of the heavy air unit from the ground floor. His turquoise tee shirt had ridden up his midriff in the process of wrangling the air conditioner up three flights of stairs, exposing firm abdominals that testified to plenty of regular workout sessions. Other than his tee shirt and sandals like Heero's, the only garment the boy wore was a pair of brilliantly white short-shorts that stood out against tan, muscular legs covered in straw-blond hair. Heero knew his mouth was open, knew he was staring openly at the boy's crotch, but couldn't pull his eyes away from the bulge there. "Fuck, Heero! Give us a hand, why don't you?" Duo yelled from the end of the hall. Heero snapped his head up to see his lover's face, red and angry and sweating with the exertion of the three-story climb with ninety pounds of steel in his hands. "God," he said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." A small voice in the back of his head whispered, /Oh, yes, you do./ He rushed to meet the two men and put his hands under the middle of the bulky machine. He backed down the hall toward the apartment, looking over each shoulder in turn as he guided the three of them to the door, which he kicked wide with a heel when they reached it. "Just set it on the floor for now," Heero said. The trio gingerly lowered the machine to the thin carpet, then all stood. Heero put his hands in his back pockets to keep them from dangling stupidly. He looked at Quatre and smiled shyly, then at Duo, who stood huffing. Heero's partner put his hands on his knees and drew a big breath, then exhaled noisily. "Shit! That's one heavy piece of machinery." "Yeah," Quatre said, "but I bet it'll really cool this place down." He smiled back at Heero, who turned to acknowledge the gesture. He felt a tingle run from his sternum to his groin. He ducked his head and returned his gaze to Duo until his lover caught his breath and straightened. When he had Duo's attention, Heero cocked an eyebrow and threw his eyes toward Quatre. "Geez, I'm sorry. Introductions. Quatre Winner, this is my partner, Heero Yuy." "Of course," Quatre said, a relaxed grin still on his face. He put out a hand, which Heero took. It was warm, a bit damp from the struggle with the air conditioner, and Heero held it for a beat too long. Something in the man's eyes flashed, just for a second, and Heero felt another trill, this one down his spine to his coccyx. /Did he?--did I?--/ "We almost got creamed on the freeway on the way out to Roger's," Duo said, and Heero whipped his head left to focus on Duo. He dropped Quatre's hand and spoke hurriedly. "Really? What happened?" As Duo told the story, Heero motioned for everyone to take a seat, indicating the La-Z-Boy recliner to Quatre, who took it with an easy grace. "But you're okay, right?" Heero said as Duo finished describing their near collision on I-55. "Yep. Though it was dicey for a bit." He looked at Quatre, whose wide grin was perfectly natural; nonetheless, Duo quickly glanced out the window over the young man's shoulder as he recalled his friend's reaction to the incident. An echo of the disturbing chill sparked by the wild look in Quatre's eyes and his maniacal laughter murmured behind Duo's breastbone. "Well," Heero said, "you both look exhausted and hungry. Dinner's waiting." "True enough," Duo said, turning to look at his partner, "but I want to eat in comfort. Let's get this thing installed and running before we do anything else." He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Sure," said Heero. # "Man, this is great. Where'd you order this from?" Quatre said through a mouthful of barbecue. As he spoke, a trickle of tangy sauce appeared at one corner of his mouth. When Heero realized he hadn't answered, he tore his eyes away from the boy's face, blinking and shaking his head. "What? Sorry. I guess I ate too much." He paused. "It's from Robinson's. Best ribs in Chicago." "I'll have to remember that," Quatre said. He felt the sauce dribbling toward his chin, and reached across Heero's lap to snag a napkin from the far end of the coffee table. Heero tried not to flinch at the touch of Quatre's arm to his knee. /God, he's radiating sexual energy like stadium floodlights. Doesn't he realize what he's doing to me?/ Quatre retrieved a napkin and sat up. He smiled at Heero as he wiped his mouth. Heero blinked and looked at Duo. /You don't like it?/ /Shut up,/ Heero said to his inner voice. He hated the silent argument in his head, but felt powerless to keep it from happening. He was grateful that Duo hadn't seen him staring at his friend. He was on the floor on the other side of the table, facing Quatre and Heero, who sat on the couch. When Duo chose his spot--"I'm sitting as close to the food as possible"--Heero made sure to sit all the way at one end of the sofa to give Quatre plenty of room, but the blond man chose to sit right in the middle, slipped his feet out of his sandals, and crossed his legs yoga style, lifting his butt to tuck his feet underneath. His knee brushed Heero's thigh every time he moved, and Heero fought to quell the look of dismay that threatened to bloom across his face as he ate. /But you're not moving, are you?/ /Shut up. Besides, I don't want it to look like I'm recoiling from him./ /Uh huh./ After pleasantly stuffing himself with barbecue and cole slaw washed down with plenty of beer, Duo leaned back, the weight of his upper body balanced on the heels of his hands at the end of stiffened arms positioned behind him. His face was pointed toward the ceiling, allowing his braid to coil on the floor between his hands. His bare feet were crossed at the edge of the couch under the table. Quatre put a loose fist to his lips and swallowed a belch. He cocked his head to one side and looked at Heero with a sly smile. Heero's eyes widened as the boy leaned toward him. /What the--/ "Think he's enjoying the gift?" Quatre said conspiratorially, raising one eyebrow and tilting his head in Duo's direction. "Sure am," Duo said through a big grin. He kept his eyes closed and sighed in contentment. "Nothing better than this," he said, straightening his head between hunched up shoulders, opening blue-violet eyes full of happiness. "Air conditioning, good food, my lover and best friend to share it with--what else could a guy want?" His eyes twinkled as he looked from Heero to Quatre and back. Quatre's smile was crooked, his aqua eyes bright. Heero's face was blank, but somehow that escaped Duo's notice. "Don'cha think?" "Yep," said Heero, the monosyllable slipping between thinned lips. "Totally," said Quatre. Suddenly Duo stood and stretched and yawned. Heero stole a look at Quatre. /He likes Duo, too, doesn't he?/ /Huh? What do you mean, "too"?/ /Look at his eyes./ "Another beer, anyone?" Duo said. He padded to the kitchen, his braid swinging idly behind him. "Please," Quatre said. He turned his gaze on Heero and winked. "I'm fine," Heero said as he looked away. His interior voice whispered, /That'll be Duo's fourth in less than an hour. Sure, he's probably worn out, but still.../ "Catch," Duo said to Quatre, suspending a bottle of Heineken between thumb and forefinger above the boy's head from his stance behind the couch. He released it at the moment Quatre looked up, then turned away. Quatre grinned broadly and put out his hands, but the chilled bottle, already sweating from the change in temperature, was slippery. Ten fingers fumbled, trying to capture the beer, which twisted in the air, tilted, and landed in Heero's lap. Heero jerked at the sudden hit to his groin, spreading his legs. The bottle came to rest pointing up and out from his crotch. He and Quatre simultaneously looked down at it, then up into each other's eyes, Heero's wide with surprise, Quatre's dancing with glee. The boy's baby-fine blond hair flew from his forehead as giggles erupted uncontrollably from his mouth. He fell to the side, his shoulder landing in Heero's lap on top of the beer. Heero's eyes couldn't get any wider, but the tension in him leaped upward. He drew a sharp, noisy breath, looked down to see Quatre looking up at him. He winked at Heero for the second time. Heero jerked his head up and back over his shoulder to yell after Duo. "Hey, where are you going?" "Gotta pee." Heero swallowed as he watched Duo's braid disappear through the bedroom door, following its owner to the bathroom. "Sorry," Quatre said as his laughter subsided. He pushed up into a sitting position again. "I'm big on laughter anyway, but get this many beers in me, and I can turn giddy pretty quickly." "No prob--" Heero's attempt at nonchalance was destroyed by the touch of Quatre's fingers on the fly of his jeans. He whipped his head away from the bedroom and down to his lap to see what what happening so hard and fast that his neck muscles protested with a sharp bite on the surrounding nerves. "Sorry again," Quatre said as he slid long fingers around the beer and removed it from between Heero's legs. "So," Duo said, right in Heero's ear. He had returned from the bathroom and put his head right between Heero and Quatre, bracing his weight with hands outstretched to grab each corner of the back of the sofa. Heero's chest and arms stiffened in surprise. He hoped it didn't show. "What're we gon- na do now?" Duo hiccuped in the middle of his question. Quatre had just taken a swig of beer. He choked, sputtered, and fell against Heero's shoulder, exploding with laughter again. Heero looked down at the blond boy wiping his mouth on his arm and apologizing for the third time, then up at Duo, who wore a wide, sloppy grin. Duo began to laugh, slowly, then building to match Quatre's intensity. The voice in Heero's mind said, /Well, you can't get any more uptight, so there's no need to worry that your reaction's going to show. Besides, your boyfriend's three-quarters plastered, so he's not going to notice, anyway./ Not for the last time that day Heero told the voice to shut up. Quatre sat up again and calmed himself. "I'm really, really sorry," he said to his hosts, looking from Heero to Duo and back. "I'm not usually like this. Well, my family will tell you I'm not beyond an overturned tickle box now and then, but I was tense all week getting ready for Dr. Petrin's symposium yesterday--uh, he asked me to assist," he explained to Heero--"Don't worry, it went well--but anyway, I guess I'm letting out all the stress I've been holding in for days." "That, plus the near miss we had less than three hours ago," Duo said. Quatre nodded as Duo straightened, walked around the couch, and started to sit when he remembered he had gotten a beer for Quatre but not himself. He halted his descent to the floor in mid-crouch and reversed his direction. "What now?" Heero said. "I never got my next beer." Heero opened his mouth to protest, even though he and Duo had an agreement about not criticizing each other in front of other people, but Duo had already stepped toward the kitchen, his back to his partner. "That's right," Quatre said. He looked at Heero and lowered his voice. "I think I probably freaked out your boyfriend a little," he said, his tone apologetic. One of Heero's eyebrows shot up. He used the change in mood to make an opportunity to change his position. He stood and stretched, raising fists high above his head, then bent backward and let his fingers shoot outward into wide open palms, hoping the movement seemed uncontrived. "How so?" he said, thinking he had finally broken the sexual tension in the room he hoped only he felt, but as he straightened his body, he found Quatre's nose at his belt buckle, almost touching it. The boy put out a hand and brushed the napkin in it quickly against Heero's fly. /Fuck! What?/ Heero jerked his hips backward. "Sorry," Quatre said softly. "You've got a big spot of sauce there that's about to drip on the rug." "Um..." Heero straightened and held still as Quatre wiped the spicy, sugary glob from his pants. He put his other hand on Heero's hip to steady him against the pressure. /Oh, this is rich/. Heero gulped. "Th- thank you." Quatre wadded the napkin in a fist and cast a meek look upward at Heero as he withdrew. Heero moved to the La-Z-Boy and sat. He used the moment with his back to Quatre to roll his eyes wildly, trying to shed tension and stress. Duo slammed the refrigerator door and moved back to the living room. Seeing that Heero had taken the La-Z-Boy, he took a seat on the couch next to Quatre. "I was just about to tell Heero that I think I probably frightened you a little after the, uh, non-collision," Quatre said, taking a more serious attitude. Duo frowned. "Well, maybe not frightened," Quatre rushed to say, "but I'm sure you didn't know what the hell was wrong with me for a minute, there." Quatre's eyes flashed in Heero's direction, who sat watching both him and Duo intently, his eyes ping-ponging back and forth between them. Duo saw Quatre's eyes shift and turned toward Heero. He wasn't frowning, but his expression was too serious for Duo. "Shit, Heero, it's nothing like whatever it is you're thinking." "What am I thinking?" Heero said without moving. "I don't know," Duo said, a touch of petulance in his voice. "Just--" "Let me explain," Quatre said, "before this becomes something bigger than it actually is." He told Heero how, after they pulled off the road to recover from nearly hitting another car because a driver ahead of them was careless, he had reacted with hysterical laughter. He shared that this was a defense mechanism of sorts, and that he had reacted this way to encounters with physical danger since he had been a small child. "Duo didn't know what to make of me," he said calmly. "I think," he continued, looking at Duo, "you probably thought I was having a seizure or something." "That's /exactly/ what I thought," Duo blurted, then blushed lightly at having spoken so bluntly. "I don't blame you," Quatre said. "It's not the first time I've worried someone with that kind of crazy laughter." He paused and looked at Heero, who hadn't moved at all, his eyes still darting between Duo's and Quatre's faces. "Heero?" Duo said. Heero blinked twice, shook his head lightly to clear it. "Sorry," he said with a sigh. "That's the second time this afternoon I've sort of blanked out. Guess I've let a lot of my own stress build up this week." Duo gave him a worried look, but said nothing. After a short pause, Duo said, "Well, what should we do?" "Don't you two usually watch a movie on Friday nights?" Both Heero and Duo looked at Quatre, whose eyes grew a bit. "I m-mean," he said, stammering, "that's what you said on the trip out to Roger's." He looked to Duo for support. "That's right; I /did/ mention that." "Sit still, then," Quatre said with a smile. He leaned over and snagged his sandals, slipped them onto his feet, and stood. "I'll be right back," he said, his voice and his eyes brightening. "What?" Duo said. "You'll see," Quatre said. He fumbled in his pocket for car keys as he headed for the door. The moment the door closed behind him, the little voice in the back of Heero's head began jabbering. This /is the guy Duo's mentioned so many times? Definitely a hottie, but also slightly nuts, if you ask me. And has he been coming on to you since the second he walked in the door, or am/ I /the one who's nuts?/ Heero stared idly at the coffee table, surveying the remains of dinner, eyes pausing on the container of barbecue. /And that sauce on his lips. Got you excited, didn't it?/ /No,/ Heero answered silently. /Did, too./ /Didn't. And shut up. I don't need you telling me--/ "So, what do you think?" For the third time, Heero shook himself out of a reverie that had taken him away from the present moment. He lifted his head to see Duo's eyes fixed on him, a hopeful look on his face. "Nice," Heero said, "he's nice. Maybe a little silly, but--" The apartment door opened. "Here we are," Quatre said. He held up a leather satchel. He was breathing heavily from his run down and up three flights of stairs. Heero stared at the young man's chest, eyes fixed on the rise and fall of his tee shirt, turquoise cotton sliding over the faint outline of nipples at the edges of the bright red dot between them. /Fuck. I can see them stiffening./ "What'cha got?" Duo said. "Laptop," Quatre said. "I've got Netflix streaming, so we can watch anything you want." He handed his bag over the table to Duo, who put it on the sofa. "Now, if we can make room here..." He bent at the waist and began clearing the coffee table. Duo jumped up and moved to the end of the sofa. "Don't," he said, gently batting Quatre's hand away. "You're the guest. I'll do it." "I don't mind." The two reached for the container of potato wedges at the same time. Their hands collided and the styrofoam box tipped over the edge of the table. "Damn. I'm sorry," Quatre said. He bent over the table to pick up spilled food. Heero sat frozen in the recliner, watching the scene. He saw the blond boy's short-shorts ride up his thighs, the hem so high it almost showed his ass. The bulge between his legs Heero had to rip his eyes from when they first met now showed prominently against the backs of muscular thighs. /Down, boy. You can look, but don't touch.../ /Shut up,/ Heero told his inner voice again, but kept his eyes where they were. Quatre put a knee on the edge of the table and bent lower. /See how the edge of his shorts fits just perfectly in the crease where his thigh turns into his ass?/ Heero swallowed, closed his eyes, and sighed softly. Duo knelt at the end of the table to gather hunks of now-cold potato, filling a hand, then dumping it into the top of the cole slaw box. For the first time since Duo had brought this blond bombshell into their apartment, it occurred to Heero to check if all the eros in the air created by the nonstop sexual comedy of errors had affected his nether regions. Since both Duo and Quatre were bent to the floor and facing away from him, he tentatively flexed his cock as he looked down at the front of his pants. His eyes widened in dismay at how conspicuous the bulge there was and how much movement tensing his penis made. "Don't worry about it," Duo said to Quatre's protestations of clumsiness. "I helped knock it over." They stood. Duo dusted crumbs from his palms over the leftover cole slaw. Heero immediately tried to hide his errection. He quickly crossed his legs and instantly realized his mistake. His junk's engorgement had displaced the room in his jeans so that public hair caught in the fold where his thigh met his groin, the denim there adding pressure. He winced at the needle-sharp complaint of the nerves around his balls just as Duo turned toward him. "Can you hand me your nap--" Duo stopped cold as he watched Heero hurriedly uncross his legs and slam both feet to the floor. He shoved his shoulders against the back of the recliner and lifted his butt, frantically tugging at the front of his pants, which were dominated by a quite obvious erection. "What the hell are you doing?" Quatre looked up from surveying the floor for missed scraps of potato as Heero dropped his rear into the recliner and pulled his knees up. His weight shift triggered the La-Z-Boy's mechanism. The chair suddenly unfolded into a horizontal surface with Heero on his back in the middle of it, hands grasping his knees tightly to his chest, face pointed at the ceiling. Heero's cheeks turned hot. He knew he was blushing furiously, so he held his position, hoping his knees kept Quatre and Duo from seeing his red face as well as his stiff cock, uncertain about what to do next. Duo and Quatre looked at each other. The slightest crinkle of Quatre's eyes betrayed a mischievous thought. Duo let one corner of his mouth quirk upward a tiny bit. Without speaking, both moved to the La-Z-Boy, one to each side. They looked down at Heero, who was curiously transfixed by the ceiling's paint job. He prayed his face wasn't as red as it felt. "Need some help?" Duo said neutrally. "No," Heero said through clenched teeth, his lips barely parting. Quatre choked off a snicker-snort. Duo's smile spread slowly, morphed into a smirk. "Are you caught between a--" "I'm fine," Heero said. His jaw muscles flexed visibly, his deep blue eyes flashed a don't-you-dare signal to Duo. "Cock and a hard place?" Quatre finished. Heero felt his face burst into flames. "Let's sit you up, love," Duo said, fighting to keep laughter out of his voice. "No. I just need a--" Duo and Quatre each put one hand behind the back of the recliner, the other on the arms. Duo kneed the lever on the side of the chair, and they pulled forward. Heero and the recliner popped into an upright position. He released his knees, let his feet hit the floor to keep from falling forward. His ass rose slightly off the seat, then he fell back with a soft whump! as his weight forced the air in the cushion out with a hiss. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaned forward, and planted his elbows on his knees, a severe scowl on his bright pink face. Quatre took two steps back. He covered his mouth with both hands, bent at the waist, stomped a foot one, two, three times. His eyes told all as he struggled to suppress a belly laugh. He released his mouth, took a big breath, and said, "I'm--I'm sor-" He burst into laughter. Duo joined in. Heero gave Duo a look that plainly said /You are so very, very dead./ "Listen," Quatre said, catching his breath and calming himself. He sat on the sofa; Duo did, too. "I shouldn't have teased you, Heero, like I have since I walked through the door, but--damn, Duo, you've got one steaming hot boyfriend." Heero blushed yet again. Duo's mouth fell open in surprise. "T- uh, teasing?" "Yeah," Quatre said, his giddiness ebbing, replaced by his natural charisma. "I saw that I was turning your boyfriend on before we even got to the top of the stairs in the hallway." Heero's face tried to show anger, confusion, and deep embarrassment simultaneously. It gave up and settled for a generic dumb look, complete with unfocused eyes and open mouth. Duo's eyes widened. "So I couldn't help myself." Quatre paused. He seemed pleased with the effect he was having on his hosts. "Everyone who knows me knows I'm a sexpot. That should be obvious to you, Duo, after what I tried in the car." Duo's face went red. Heero's face decided it could manage confusion with a touch of anger if it dropped the deep embarrassment. "It- it's n-not what you--" Quatre laughed, cutting off Duo's words with a wave of his hand, then turning to speak to Heero. "All I did was give him a little peck on the lips," he said. "And your partner did right by you, Heero, you should know that. Put me in my place. Told me that, even though he found me attractive, he's with you." For a long moment no one spoke. The three sat in silence, each looking from one to the other. Finally Quatre said, "So, we have three virile young men here, all attractive, and all obviously attracted to each other. I guess the question is, what are we going to do about that?" He flashed his most brilliant smile at his hosts, whose faces now matched: bright red cheeks, raised eyebrows, and open mouths. TBC |
