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"Test Drive"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: One Shot, Oral Pairings: 2x4 Summary: Quatre takes a test drive "Test Drive"
“Morning.” Bright blue eyes glanced to him and a small smile lifted
full lips. “Good morning.” “What can I help you with today?” He cringed
inwardly. His bosses would kill him if they heard that question as
it left him open for the every ready ‘just looking’. “Oh, I’m just looking.” He sighed internally but kept the grin on his face.
“For anything in particular?” “Well, I have a rather long commute to work so
I’m looking for something better on gas and my car is about to
die on me.” Duo looked to the old Impala. “Looking to trade?” He snorted softly. “I doubt you’d give me
anything for it. It’s got almost 300,000 miles on it.” “Still could get what the scrap yard will give
us for the metal and get it off your hands.” The blond nodded slowly. “Anyway, I’ve heard
that the Cruzes are nice.” He grinned. “One of the best cars out there. Do
you prefer lighter colors or darker?” He pointed to a red Cruze further down the line. “I
like that one.” Duo walked him over to the fully loaded LTZ. “This
is a nice one. Let me grab the key and we’ll take it for a test
drive.” He went inside quickly and grabbed the keys off the board. “Got a hot prospect?” his finance manager
asked from his office. “Yep.” He grinned. “And I think he’s
gonna buy a car, too.” The man snorted softly but didn’t comment and Duo
moved back through the showroom, unlocking the car as he stepped out
onto the lot. The blond opened the door and sat in the driver’s
seat, looking over the dash as Duo sat in the passenger seat. “How familiar are you with the Cruze?” He took the key and started the car, chuckling as the
radio came on tuned to XM Laugh USA. “I’ve done quite a
bit of research, but I haven’t driven one yet.” “Well, then what are we waiting for?” The blond laughed and held out his hand. “I’m
Quatre.” “I’m Duo. Nice to meet you.” “You too.” He pulled out of the parking lot.
“Have you been selling cars long?” “About five years. What do you do?” “I’m training to take over my father’s
very successful but boring business.” Duo tilted his head. “Well, I hope you have an
active social life to counteract it.” “Oh yes,” blue eyes cut him, a smirk lifting
the full lips. “I have a friend who keeps me on my toes.” “Really? Is he your boyfriend?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Why, Duo, are you hitting
on me?” He grinned. “What if I was?” The blond wet his lips as he stopped at a red light
and turned to rake his eyes appreciatively over the salesman. “You
are quite attractive.” Duo let his own eyes roam over the blond. “So are
you.” Quatre started driving when the light changed. “It’s
a smooth ride. I love the interior.” Duo nodded, focusing his mind back to business. “Actually,
this is my favorite interior. The brown and tan is a nice contrast.” Quatre reached up to open the sunroof. “Never had
one before.” “Is the roof a pro or a con?” He lifted a shoulder. “I think I like it.”
He glanced briefly to the braided man, who was checking him out without
trying to look like his was. He smirked slightly and ran his palm
over the shifter as if massaging it. He hummed under his breath appreciatively.
“It palms well.” Violet eyes widened. “Come again.” “The shifter, it fits well in my hand. It’s
almost like it was made for my hand.” Duo quickly schooled his expression. “Well, we
aim to please.” “Really? Are there any other services that you
offer?” He glanced to the braided man briefly before turning
onto a dirt road and stopping in a secluded area. He slid his hand
from the shifter and it ‘accidentally’ landed in Duo’s
lap. The salesman gasped. “That’s a little beyond
flirting.” Quatre used his left hand to shift the car to park and
turned in his seat. “You’ve been staring at me nonstop.”
He gave a little squeeze to the prize in his palm and was delighted
when it began to harden. “I take it you’re very interested.” Duo released a breathless laugh. “You could say
that.” Quatre leaned over the console to take the braided man’s
mouth in a demanding kiss as he unbuttoned the gray slacks, delving
inside to grip the growing length. A low moan rumbled from Duo’s
throat, sending heat coursing through Quatre. He pulled away and stared into darkened violet eyes.
“You’re so hot.” Duo’s lips lifted in one corner. “I want you.” He chuckled. “Well, sex is out, no lube,”
he clarified, “but I think we can arrange something.” Duo shivered, struggling to control his breathing. “What’d
you have in mind?” The blond released him. “Test out the backseat.” He got out and opened the back door as Quatre opened
the back driver’s side door. Duo moaned around him and he shivered. Damn but the
braided man was talented. He cupped the heavy sacks and fondled them.
Duo’s hips jerked and he moved his other hand to still them.
“You’re awfully… good at this,”
Duo gasped, hot breath washing over Quatre’s very sensitive length.
“Get much practice?” He gripped the base of Duo’s erection, lapping
at the heat teasingly. “You could say that.” No more words passed between them as they drove each
other high and higher before reaching their respective orgasms. Quatre
licked Duo clean before righting his clothes and moving so the salesman
could sit up. They shared several kisses before Duo sighed. “We
really should get back to the lot.” Quatre nodded and they drove back in companionable silence.
As he parked in front of the building he grinned to Duo. “I think
I’ll take it.” Duo laughed. “Nice to know I haven’t lost
my touch.” “I hope you don’t sleep with all your customers.” He winked. “Only the hot ones.” Quatre chuckled. “All right, let’s get inside,
haggle some prices, and sign the paperwork.” An hour later Quatre shared a smile with the braided
man before leaving in his new car. Duo watched him leave and turned
to go back inside. “You seem really pleased for only making a mini-deal.”
He looked to the finance manager with a smirk. “The
important thing is to ensure you get their permanent business, and
I know he’s going to be a repeat customer.” The man raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say
that?” “Let’s just say that we connected.” ----- Quatre began dinner, dancing around the kitchen as his
mind rolled over the day’s events. A pair of arms wrapped around
his waist as he was pouring the pot of noodles into the strainer. “You’re in a good mood. How was your day?” He grinned when lips began trailing down his neck. “It
was wonderful.” “That’s a nice car you got. Was the salesperson
nice to you? Some are quite nasty, you know.” He shivered when a particularly strong suck teased over
one of his more sensitive spots. “He was very nice. Oh, and it
was kind of interesting.” “What was?” “The radio was turned to Laugh USA… don’t
you do that when you have to move cars around the lot?” His lover chuckled. “Gotta admit that it’s
pretty funny. So how was the test drive?” He turned to gaze up into smiling violet eyes. “Best one ever.”
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