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"Three"Written By: ExecutiveShrimp Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs
to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. Written for pleasure not
profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, threesome, lemon Pairings: 5x1, 5x2x1, 2x1 Summary: Boy falls in love with roommate. Roommate has a boyfriend. There seems to be only one solution.
"Three" Part Three My weak-hearted character lacked the self-control to stop myself from revisiting that porn site. The only reason I didn't purchase a membership was, in all honesty, because I couldn't afford it. I still relied on my dad to pay for everything, something I was even less proud of. I watched those short previews over and over, but I never jerked off to them directly. Because I couldn't. I couldn't pretend WuFei wasn't there when he was right there in front of me. I studied the videos, focusing on Heero's expressive face and on his beautiful body. I memorized his reactions and movements so I could use them later to add an amazing vividness to my fantasies. If the videos were an accurate indication, the two positions he liked best were riding his partner, or being on all fours. When he was on top he liked it slow and he enjoyed being in control, drawing helpless whines and whimpers from his partner, he'd swat or push hands away if they sought purchase on his hips to assume control of the pace. It betrayed a dominant streak that he was never allowed to fully act on because he was always cast as the receptive partner. But when he was on all fours he begged for it to be harder and faster and deeper, more, yet he willingly surrendered to the rule of his lover, moaning and crying out with each deep thrust. The previews didn't show much foreplay, but from what I saw it appeared he liked open-mouthed kisses, having attention paid to his pert, pink nipples - he played with his nipples a lot during his solo videos as well - and dry-humping with their underwear still on. None of the previews showed them doing oral sex, although the descriptions did hint at that being part of the full videos. It was the one thing that was missing sorely from my mental archive: what he looked like with his lips wrapped around a stiff dick and what he looked like when he was being pleasured himself. The shame became insufferable, but still I couldn't stop myself from re-watching those videos. The only think that I thought might ease my guilt, was being honest with him. No bullshit. I didn't think I had the courage to ever tell him, however, until, one day, it burst out at me over breakfast. "I watched your videos." His reaction was very mild. He raised an eyebrow and stared at me. He didn't look surprised. "I told you it was okay if you wanted to see." Maybe he didn't understand what I was trying to tell him. I didn't just watch them once out of curiosity, which he seemed to be suspecting. "I watch them quite a lot." I bit my lip, that was a little too forthcoming. "Oh." He was quiet for a little while and then he asked in a flat tone: "Do you masturbate to them?" Every inch of my skin heated up at hearing him say that word. "No." It wasn't a complete lie, I never pleasured myself while actually watching it and that came in handy because my answer was convincing in spite of my blush. His tone shifted a little. "You don't like them?" I chuckled nervously. "Oh, no, I, uh... trust me, I like them." I said that because I got the impression that the implication that I might not like them hurt his feelings. His expression at hearing my answer changed only slightly, but I could swear it went from disappointed to pleased. "Cool." "I- I mean, I haven't seen the whole videos. I've only watched the previews. I can't afford a membership, it's like thirty bucks for a month!" I tried a laugh. "Only nineteen dollars per month if you choose the six-month-membership," Heero informed glibly. "You know the tight leash my dad keeps me on. He never lets me forget who pays the bills. He already gives me a hard time about my spending every month." He smirked and took a sip of his coffee, watching me with knowing eyes over the top rim of the cup, and then he said: "If you want to make some extra cash to spend as you want..." I nearly choked on my bite of cereal. "What? You're hot, you could totally do jerk-off videos and earn your own money." I blinked at him. "You think I'm hot?" He blushed and deflected: "Isaac said he thinks you're hot." He shook his head and then decided to honor our no-bullshit-arrangement. "Of course I think you're hot. You are hot." "So are you," I shot back and I looked into my bowl before he could probe me with those deep blue eyes. "I know," He quipped. I laughed but his confidence was not misguided. "If you want I could ask Isaac to set you up." My eyes widened at the offer. "No, no way. That guy is way too creepy and... I'm not really... I don't feel comfortable." "Isaac is really not that bad. He gives some direction from time to time, but really he fades into the background. After a while he's like... furniture." He shrugged. "No." I shook my head fervently. "Thanks, but... no." He finished his coffee and rinsed the cup out in the sink. "Too bad. You know, the actors get free memberships," He commented absentmindedly as he walked around me towards his bedroom to get ready for class. "And I would have enjoyed watching your videos." I swung around in the barstool and watched him leave with a shocked expression. Where did that come from? That was totally flirty, right? In an instant I had changed my mind. I knew I was going to take him up on his offer, but first I had to figure out a way to gracefully take back my refusal. The idea of Heero watching me the way I had been watching him was titillating. I wanted him to see me like that, to see me that way; as more than a friend and a roommate. Friends are eunuchs, I needed him to acknowledge my sexuality. I wanted him to know what I could offer and I wanted him to fantasize about it the way I fantasized about him. It was childish and petty of me to think along these lines, but I had listened to Heero beg for more in that one video preview often enough and I wanted him to know that I could give him more. I didn't need him to act on these desires, in the same way I decided I would never act on my lust for him, but I liked the idea of us being on equal footing and enjoy each other from a safe, anonymous distance. A few days later, after an appropriate amount of time had passed according to my judgment, I complained about my father giving me a hard time about money. I wanted to buy a keyboard, so I wouldn't have to wait for available time in the music hall to practice and instead could plug in a pair of headphones and play in my room, but he wouldn't give me the money. He told me I was welcome to play on my old piano that was still at the house, effectively forcing me to spend time with him. I didn't want that. I wasn't ready to be around him, to stare at the wrinkles on his face knowing how he got them. Frowning and pouting had been the only thing he ever did as Solo allowed himself to die. He never said or tried anything, he just watched. At least my mother prayed and believed that she was helping her son that way. My father did nothing. Heero was sympathetic as he listened and as I had counted on, he offered to arrange a shoot with Isaac. I pretended to not want it, as long as I could before he would politely retract the offer. After a few minutes, I agreed. It wasn't without emotional conflict. Heero wouldn't be the only person seeing me in such an intimate state. I shivered remembering some of the disgusting and disturbing comments on Heero's videos: strangers expressing what they would like to do to him, sometimes in graphic, sickening detail. But the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach as the arranged day grew near, wasn't exclusively negative. The flutter of butterflies was exciting as well. Dread and anticipation danced together, unlikely partners making a handsome pair. You could say I 'practiced' a lot in the week leading up to the shoot. Per my request Heero was at home with me to welcome Isaac. This was not a ploy on my behalf, I liked him being there to put me at ease. He was so casual about the whole ordeal, having gone through it numerous times himself, but he remembered how anxious he had been his first time, this allowed him to be patient and understanding while I paced back and forth in the living room until the doorbell rang. The smell entered the apartment before Isaac did and it nauseated me. I had forgotten about the smell. The scent of cologne was so heavy I could taste it in my mouth and I felt the first throb of a headache. "Hey, Duo. What's up?" Isaac shook his jacket off his shoulders and produced a large, intimidating looking camera from his shoulder bag. As he fiddled with the settings, he inquired: "How are you feeling? Nervous?" "Yup." I shot a look at Heero and was assured a little by the smile he offered me in return. "Don't be. You won't even know I'm there. If you want, I won't say anything. It's the first time, so I'm not expecting anything mind-blowing." Geez, way to set the bar low and make a guy feel good... "Just let it happen naturally and remember not to go too fast. I want at least fifteen minutes of footage." Usually I jerked myself to completion in less than five, but for the purpose of a video, fifteen minutes didn't sound like a lot. "Only fifteen?" He shrugged. "Like I said, it's the first time. No pressure." He dug his pale hand into the back pocket of his jeans and produced a wad of bills. "Five hundred bucks. The standard price. Go ahead, count it." I accepted the stack of bills and counted the twenties and fifties. Five hundred dollars for fifteen minutes, I marveled. "Did you tidy up your bedroom a little?" Isaac continued. "Yeah." "Nothing too personal on the nightstand or anything?" "No." "Good. Shall we get to it then?" He looked at me expectantly. I stuffed my hands into my pockets. Dread was definitely taking the lead in the dance. "Yeah. Sure." Heero got up from the couch and grabbed his jacket. "I guess I'll... take a walk through the park. Good luck." With a smirk he left the apartment. "First door on the right, right?" Isaac asked as he headed into the hallway. "Yeah." I followed him meekly. He pushed the door open and stepped into my bedroom. He appraised the surroundings. My room had never been so clean and organized. He flicked on all the lights, even though sunlight was pouring into the room through the window. He aimed the bulbs at the bed and looked through the lens of his camera to check the lighting. "Pretty good," He concluded. "Yeah?" "Yeah. Normally you'd need more light sources and also not this kind of orange light from the overhead lamp, but the whole gimmick of the site is that it's at home, you know? Give people to voyeuristic feel. So we don't light the scenes professionally. My camera does most of the work anyway." He patted the big, black device. "Don't the couples do most of the work?" He chuckled. "I guess you're right. If you consider whacking-off and fucking real work." "Manual labor?" He let out another hearty laugh and then motioned for me to get settled on the bed. I climbed on and sat back against the headboard. "Should I take my shoes off?" "Do that later." "Doesn't seem very interesting." "It's not. We'll edit it out. Don't forget to take off your socks, most viewers really hate it when people keep their socks on." "Noted." I looked around myself. I had jerked off often enough, but suddenly I didn't know what to do, how to start. Isaac trained the camera on me. "You want to watch a porn or something to get going? I have some DVD's I could pop into your laptop." "Movies from the website?" My curiosity was piqued. He pulled the camera away from his face to reveal his grin. "I didn't bring any of Heero's vids, if that's what you're asking." "Of course not!" With the camera propped on his shoulder he encouraged: "Start by touching yourself through your jeans." I placed my hand over the front of my jeans formally. I gave the bulge a squeeze, but nothing stirred. "Do you want me to look at the camera, or?" "Focus on yourself. You can look up at the camera a couple of times if you want." I palmed myself through the denim fabric more purposefully but my face was contorted into a grimace. Isaac looked past the camera. "That's not a very sexy look." "I'm sorry. It's harder than I thought." He looked down at my lap pointedly. "It's not hard at all." "Very funny," I sneered. "You're not helping." I focused on my task but my determination didn't really get me in the right mood. It was like doing homework and failing at it. After a few minutes I opted for a more direct approach. I undid my jeans and slipped my hand inside to fondle myself through my underwear. I was triumphant when I started to get hard, my body could not deny the stimulation, not even when it seemingly wanted to. I couldn't get myself beyond a half-hard state so I delved into my underwear and jerked unceremoniously. Isaac interrupted: "That's not really-" He fell silent when I glared at him but I didn't need him to finish his sentence to know what he was getting at. My performance wasn't very inspiring. But looking up at Isaac had been a mistake. I growled in frustration at my body's halfhearted response to my touches. I kept jerking off though, I knew that if I wouldn't give up, I could wring an orgasm out of me. But probably not a five-hundred-dollars'-worth orgasm. I didn't know how much time had passed when I noticed Isaac lowered the camera to revealed his disapproving expression. "Look man, I appreciate your guile, but this isn't working." He stopped the recording. "What? No, just give me a minute!" "Well," He looked down at his watch. "It's been almost twenty minutes..." "And I was close!" I argued, although my softening erection didn't back that up. "It looked like you were in pain. Look, I'm sure it's usually different, I'm not trying to insult you or anything. Some guys simply can't perform in front of the camera. There is nothing wrong with that, but it's not what we're looking for." He looked sincerely apologetic. "I'm sorry. You have to give the payment back. We'll tear up the contract you signed and I'll delete what I've recorded so far. Okay?" I was extremely embarrassed. I buttoned-up my jeans and jumped off the bed. "Fine." I didn't have the right to be angry at him, but it was easier than turning the full brunt of my frustration inwards. My pride and ego were wounded enough already. In the living room I handed Isaac the money back and I looked over his shoulder and watched him delete the digital recording. "Don't worry too much about it," Isaac said. "It happens all the time." I wasn't sure if that was true, but it was nice of him to say so in an attempt to cheer me up, so I thanked him, but couldn't make eye contact. I pressed my lips into a taut line when I heard the front door open behind me. "Hey," Heero greeted as he stepped inside. "How did it go?" "It didn't," I ground out. I couldn't face him. I was so embarrassed. I felt emasculated. "What happened?" "It's not a big deal," The cameraman jumped in, "He had some trouble relaxing, that's all." "I couldn't get into it, with him there," I snarled. It wasn't fair of me to blame Isaac for my shortcomings, he had proven to be nothing but kind and understanding. "Maybe you should give it another try some other time," My roommate suggested. I turned to face him. "I don't ever want to do that again! It was humiliating." "You shouldn't beat yourself up about it," Heero urged. "You couldn't get comfortable with a stranger around, that's understandable. It doesn't mean anything." Isaac cut in: "If my presence was the problem, than maybe we should let Heero shoot the scene." I looked at him sharply. "What?" "You guys are friends, right? You feel comfortable together?" He smirked knowingly. "I can leave the camera here, I trust Heero with it. I'll go get a cup of coffee and you can text me when you're done." I stared at him. My incredulous expression must have been comical. I was even more shocked when Heero casually agreed. "What?" "I don't mind," He said. "And you want that keyboard, right?" "I-" Before I could organize my thoughts in order to argue, Isaac was already explaining the functions of the camera to Heero. With my roommate being as technically savvy as he was, it was a short lesson. After giving me a pat on the back, Isaac stepped out of the apartment, giving us privacy. Heero started towards my bedroom. "I don't think this is a good idea." "It'll be fine. You don't have to be nervous around me. I'm not a stranger. And you've seen my videos." "Yes, I've seen your videos, but I wasn't there when-" Oh how I wish. "Come on, it will be fun. I always wanted to shoot one of these, but WuFei doesn't like the solo stuff." Without permission he disappeared into my bedroom. Reluctantly I went after him. I could have argued, but I realized I was already half-hard and horny. Heero stood in the middle of the room, waiting for me, and gestured towards the bed. That time I sat down on the edge, my knees far apart. The flutters in my stomach were pleasant again. I rubbed my sweaty palms up and down my denim-clad thighs. He turned on the camera and aimed it at me. "Relax, Duo. It's just us now." Just us. His deep voice made the hairs on the back of my neck tremble. "What should I do?" It was no more than a whisper. "Whatever you want." I decided to take off my shirt, since it was incredibly hot in the room all of a sudden. After some contemplation I leaned back on one elbow and rested the other hand in the crook of my thigh. I looked to him for approval. "Don't think too much Duo. Do what feels good." Maybe he knew so well what to say because he had to tell himself these things when he first got started, doing these videos. In any case the soothing, vibrating tone of his voice went straight to my groin. I placed my hand over the bulge between my legs again, just like I had when Isaac had been there, but this time the bulge was already enlarged and I couldn't swallow the gasp that escaped me when I squeezed. I rubbed over the front of my jeans a couple of times. I kept looking at Heero, although, sadly, most of his face was obstructed by the camera. I could feel him watching me intently through the lens and it fueled the fire. I unzipped my jeans and pushed the fly open, revealing the outline of my erection in my black boxer briefs. I traced up and down the length with my thumb and forefinger and then teased the tip through the thin fabric. That was when the first moan escaped me. I moaned again quickly when I noticed Heero wetting his bottom lip with that desirable pink tongue. Oh fuck. This was definitely not 'at a safe and anonymous distance', like I had intended! It was too late to stop now. I pushed my jeans and underwear down far enough to expose myself. My erection sprang upright, reaching up to my bellybutton. I smirked watching his lips part. I took myself into my hand and stroked languidly. Isaac watching me had been a turn off, but Heero had the opposite effect on me. When Heero moved around and closer my dick got even harder and my balls tightened up. I rubbed my thumb against the hole in the head of my cock and then formed a tight fist around the shaft that I thrust into, raising my hips off the bed. "Is this good?" "Yeah," Heero breathed. "It's good." I lay down on my back with the intention of drawing Heero closer. He would have to approach the bed to film me properly now that I was lying down. He did exactly as I had hoped. I felt the mattress dip slightly as he rested one knee on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, angling the camera down at me. I allowed every moan to slip past my lips, not biting back anything, only occasionally biting wantonly on my bottom lip. One hand pumped up and down my length, the other wandered across my chest, plucking at a nipple and fingers ghosting down my abdomen. I ended up using it to cradle and roll my balls. I let go of my cock for a little while, to stay the inevitable orgasm. I took two of my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them suggestively. I let them out with an audible pop and wondered: "Do you want me to put these in my ass? From a director's standpoint?" "Yes," He hissed. First I pushed my jeans and briefs further down my thighs and then brought the fingers down to my opening. "Oh yeah." I threw my head back as I pushed both of the digits into me, not bothering to ease myself into it, even though it had been a long while since I had last bottomed and fingering myself was hardly part of my masturbation routine. I knew Heero, a versatile who was always forced to bottom, would get a kick out of me pleasuring myself that way. I wasn't wrong. Looking up his body I could see the front of his black jeans straining to accommodate an obvious erection. My other hand let go of my scrotum and grabbed my dick instead. Jerking off with my left hand wasn't a problem for me, thanks to years of piano-playing, both my hands were trained and precise, making me ambidextrous. Between my own labored breaths I could hear Heero panting as well. He remained dedicated to his assigned job, filming dutifully, changing up the angles from time to time, but not too often. I warned him that I was close. I didn't know if we had reached the fifteen-minute-mark yet. Heero wasn't concerned with the time. He encouraged me to come. It didn't take long before my body went rigid. My tight ring of muscles clamped down on my fingers and my hips bucked as I shot several streams of come onto my own torso. The intense relief caused me to let out a breathy chuckle. I kept working my first up and down until I was satisfied I was completely spent. I let go and relaxed on the soft mattress. "How did I do?" "Great." Heero powered down the camera and lowered it from his shoulder. He looked down at himself, at the arousal I had been eying before. "Fuck, I'm hard," He said sheepishly and he reached down to adjust himself in the tight confines of his jeans. "Want to switch?" I winked at him. "God, I wish." He laughed. "I promised WuFei I wouldn't do it without him present." The mention of his name reeled me back into reality. "Is he going to be mad at us for doing this?" "I don't think so. But we don't have to tell him." "You want to keep it a secret?" He shrugged. "What about Isaac? Won't he tell WuFei?" "Not if I ask him not to." "Okay. I mean, it's your decision, so... If you think it's best not to tell him." "It might be good for us to have secrets. At least it's not boring." He joked but with a dark tone. Heero left me alone so I could clean up. I could barely believe what had happened. I was torn between feeling giddy and guilty, but I accepted that nowadays I seemed to be walking that line constantly. Isaac returned from his coffee and inspected the video on the small screen of the video. "This is excellent, guys," He appraised. "And twenty-one minutes, that's not bad." "Thanks." I rubbed the back of my neck. "You did good too, Heero. We should totally credit you as the cameraman. The regulars will go wild knowing you shot it." He handed me the money again. "You earned it." "What about me?" Heero inquired cheekily. "I'll see what I can swing," He replied. "But remember that as a cameraman you get paid a lot less than as a model." He said his goodbyes and left. I dropped down into the couch and stared at my earnings. "This is crazy." "It's not bad though, right?" "I guess not. I had fun." I smirked at him. "Is it enough to buy a keyboard?" "Well, yeah, but not enough for the one I had my eye on." Heero sat down next to me. "How much is the one you want?" "About nine hundred bucks." "Then I guess you have to do another video." "Will you be my director again?" "Sure." He patted my knee but I could swear his touch lingered. He got up and announced: "I'm going to take a shower." "Hot or cold?" I called after him. He spun around. "Hot." Then he disappeared into the hallway. Hot. I leaned my head back and groaned. My video went online two weeks later, but we kept it a secret from WuFei. The short video was granted a pretty good rating from the viewers, which was an odd and novel boost to my ego. One of the comments stuck with me, I couldn't shake it and I thought about it often. 'Heero and WuFei should totally have a threesome with this guy! He is so hot and Heero is clearly into him, I bet he was thinking about Duo fucking his boypussy with that thick cock! Didn't Heero say once he would like a threesome? Make it happen!' It was very strange that these people knew their names, it made it even more intimate. The site insisted that the models used their real names, to benefit the real, voyeuristic nature of the videos. It made the comment hit home even harder. It also made me realize, I wasn't as opposed to the idea as I should be. I didn't want to come between WuFei and Heero, they were my friends, but a threesome was very tempting for the simple reason that it would be the only way for me to ever have sex with Heero and to live out all those fantasies - at least partly. I didn't mention it to Heero, all I could do was wonder if he had read the comment as well. In fact, we pretended that afternoon in my bedroom never happened, regardless of the fact that I thought about it every single day and most nights as well. In some dreams the afternoon ended very differently than it had in reality, with me reaching out to cup the erection contained by his jeans, working his cock out of his clothes and sucking on it. These dreams were poisonous, I had to let go of them. But that was easier said than done. The persistence of my fantasies was attributed to the fact that my feelings for Heero were getting stronger. His rumbling laughter and his dry sense of humor that matched mine made it so easy to be with him and his smell, the sound of his voice and the way his blue eyes could change from gentle to dangerous in a single blink drew me in closer. This was a very scary thing to realize, because this realization would ruin my friendship with Heero, my friendship with WuFei and the relationship between the two of them. I didn't want anything along those lines to happen! A few days after the debut of my video the three of us were preparing for another movie night, considering the unexpected success of the unscheduled one prior. The corn was popping in the microwave and Heero was melting the butter in a small pan on the stove. I was getting the DVD's ready, putting the first into the DVD-player and laying out the cases of the two sequels on the coffee table. WuFei was on his way from class, stopping by the grocery store on the way to get more beer. I had purchased the ingredients for Long Island ice tea for myself, the mixed drink was already prepared and chilling in the freezer for a couple of minutes to get it extra cold. I joined Heero in the kitchen and watched him stir, casting a glance though the glass of the microwave to check on the popcorn. "Are all these sweets and fats really worth the work-outs?" The corners of his lips curved upward. "Definitely." "Is it a sweet-tooth or an oral-fixation?" I teased. We were more flirty with each other as of late. Another dangerous thing. I remembered the sight of him enjoying a bright red popsicle last week when the temperatures spiked in the first heat-wave of the season. He had clearly been teasing me but had feigned innocence. His technique had been impressive. "I suppose it's a little bit of both." "Hm." I redirected my attention to the microwave and counted the seconds with it until it beeped. I dumped the popcorn into a paper lunch bag. Heero poured the butter in as well and I tied the bag and shook it to coat each piece with butter without it getting soggy. I emptied the bag of buttered popcorn into the awaiting bowl. Heero wasted no time popping the first piece into his mouth. "Leave some for the rest of us this time, will you?" He pouted and I laughed. That moment WuFei walked into the apartment. He shook his coat off his shoulder, rain droplets falling to the hard wood floor. "Is it raining?" I asked dumbly. "No, I took a shower with my coat on before I came here," He shot back, although his retort was not mean-spirited. He joined us in the kitchen and put the beers away in the refrigerator. He looked at the big pitcher. "Did you make sweet tea?" He looked at Heero oddly, since he was the sugar addict of the three of us. "I made Long Island ice tea," I said. "Oh. Alright." He shut the fridge door and leaned the small of his back against the edge of the counter top. He plunged his hand into the bowl of popcorn and ate the handful of pieces one-by-one and then he asked abruptly: "So why did Heero shoot your masturbation video?" Heero and I exchanged a look. I saw my expression of 'oh shit' mirrored on his features. WuFei narrowed his eyes at us. "Is something going on between you two?" "No!" I replied adamantly. Heero elaborated: "Duo wanted to make some extra cash, since his dad is being a dick about the finances and stuff. But he was nervous with Isaac around, he couldn't do it. I happened to come back home right when Isaac was about to leave and he suggested that I should be the cameraman, so Duo would be more at ease." He assured him: "All I did was point the camera, I swear. Nothing happened." WuFei seemed to trust his word. "Why did you keep it a secret though?" "I didn't want us to get into an argument about it." Heero turned the tables by wondered: "How did you find out? Did Isaac tell you?" WuFei admitted: "No." After giving use both a glare, warning us not to judge him, he said: "I watched the video." "You never watch any of the videos, not even our own," Heero pointed out. "I was-" He sighed. "I was curious, okay. What's the big deal? You said Duo watched our videos!" "I did," I cut in, "but not because I was curious. Did it turn you on?" I toyed and prodded his shoulder with my index finger. "It was a perfectly adequate video," Was his diplomatic answer. "Oh come on!" I playfully pushed him. Addressing his boyfriend, WuFei surmised: "You liked shooting that video of him." "Of course I did. And you liked watching it." He shrugged. "There is nothing wrong with that." He grabbed the bowl of popcorn and pushed past us both. "We'd better get started on these movies if we want to watch the entire trilogy tonight." He sat down on the center cushion of the couch. I turned to WuFei. "We're cool, right?" "Sure. But don't keep anymore secrets from me." "We won't, I promise." WuFei sat to Heero's right and I on his left, taking the remote control into my hand I started our movie marathon and things went back to normal. Or so I thought. Heero fell asleep half way into the third movie, sagging against Wufei and resting his head on his shoulder. We didn't bother turning down the volume. Heero could sleep through air-raid alarms going off at his bedside. It was remarkable and likely evolutionarily necessarily, he needed to get his sleep so he could get up at five thirty every morning for those goddamn seven-mile runs. "It's a birdcage!" I said melodramatically before the character onscreen could. Swallowing his beer, WuFei expressed: "My favorite was: Don't go into the long grass!" I laughed at his poor imitation of a Hispanic accent. "Dude, the all-time classic has to be: ... Clever girl." He nodded in agreement and took another swig from the bottle. I finished up my third Long Island ice tea - or the fourth - right as the screen went black and then the credits appeared in signature font. I started clearing away some of the clutter we had surrounded ourselves with. WuFei slowly turned in his seat. He wrapped one arm around Heero's shoulders and hooked the other under his legs. He lifted his boyfriend up from the couch without the Japanese man ever stirring and he carried him to the bedroom. I watched him walk into the dark hallway yearningly, but then I shook my head and continued tidying up while the credits still rolled. When WuFei returned, he started helping me clean. "That's okay, I got it. You head home before you fall asleep as well." He put the glasses he had been carrying in the sink and watched me shuttle trash to the kitchen for a few minutes. "Is it okay if we talked about something?" I stuffed the empty bag of chips into the trash bin and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Sure." I scratched my head. "I'm sorry, I thought you weren't upset about the video." "I'm not upset." He leaned against the counter and invited me to take a seat on the barstool across from him. Gingerly, I sat down. "Heero likes you," WuFei stated. I got defensive right away, not trusting where this was going. "Look man, I swear, nothing happened. We didn't touch or anything." "Listen to me for a minute, will you?" He demanded. Following my meek nod he continued: "Heero likes you and you like Heero." He waited for me to own up to it. I was dedicated to the no-bullshit rule, but I was careful with my phrasing when I replied: "I'm attracted to Heero, yes." His face betrayed nothing. "I get that. And I don't blame him for liking you. It was practically inevitable." "How did you figure that?" "You're the guy who used to bully him and put him down and now you want him. Obviously that is going to make him feel good about himself and then it's only a small step to wanting you as well." I had never thought of it along those lines, but there was likely a truth to WuFei's analysis. "I think this is an attraction that I can't stop," He added. "I don't think I should even try." "What are you saying? Look, Heero loves you, trust me! Whatever he feels for me is little league stuff." "I know Heero loves me. I love him. But you and I both know that our relationship isn't in the best shape currently. We're having the seven-year-itch about four years too early and now you're here and he is drawn to you. It is only a matter of time before he will act on his attraction to you." "He won't cheat on you." "He will try not to, but eventually... 'curiosity kills the cat'." He shrugged. "I'm not blaming him and I'm not blaming you either. It's just what happens. It's bound to happen, the same way our relationship was bound to happen." At the questions apparent in my eyes, he explained: "When I met Heero he was fresh out of high school. He had gone through that horrible period that you know more about than I do," He paused poignantly, but he wasn't trying to guilt-trip me. "I was the first person to look at him that way. The first to want him, the first to love him. That was a pretty powerful thing for him. My attraction to him made him feel desirable and confident. It's pretty easy to fall in love for a guy who makes you feel that way." I nodded, I understood his point. "I can only imagine how much more powerful it is to have your former bully lust after you. And how tempting that is, especially when your boyfriend is..." He looked off to the side. "We don't have what we used to have anymore. You know?" "But that doesn't mean you can't get it back. It's a speedbump, it's not insurmountable, you can get over it." "I know. I'm not giving up on us. What I'm trying to say-" He paused to chuckle bitterly. "What I'm trying to say is that maybe I should be there when something happens between the two of you. So it won't be cheating; so it won't be insurmountable." I blinked at him, I wasn't sure if I understood what he was getting at. Surely he is not suggesting... "I think we should have a threesome," WuFei concluded bluntly. My eyes widened. "You're kidding." He didn't need to say anything, from his expression it was clear he was being dead serious. "I don't think that is going to solve anything." I couldn't deny that was my mouth was watering at the suggestion, but it was a dangerous road to go down, for all parties involved. His answer was very rational and calm. "I think it's the perfect solution. Heero can give into his curiosity without cheating on me. Sow some wild oats, if you will. I don't have to worry about him doing anything behind my back. I'm sure you would like doing some stuff with him as well and finally, a threesome would pay very well. You can afford that keyboard you were talking about, and much more." So on top of everything he wants to do it in front of a camera? "And you wouldn't mind sharing your boyfriend?" I questioned. "I think Heero and I could use something new and exciting, to hopefully kick start our own relationship again, get out of this rut. And I would be lying if I said that I didn't find you attractive. I watched your video, after all, and I enjoyed it very much." I coughed. His casual approach was a little unnerving. "What do you think Heero would say about this?" "We can ask him tomorrow. But I don't suspect he will be making any objections. He's been curious about a threesome ever since Isaac suggested it last year, during one of those videos. I should have seen it coming. How many guys would be satisfied with having only one sexual partner their entire life?" My mouth went dry. "What?" I fumbled with my words before I managed: "Heero has never been with anyone but you?" "Like I told you, I was the first one to look at him that way and we've been dating ever since then." My brows lowered into a deep frown. "Heero has been all yours all this time and now you want to share him?" WuFei became a little strict and intimidating when he replied: "Before you get any ideas, I'm not going to let you fuck him. But I don't mind blowjobs and handjobs and stuff." "You've given it some thought," I deadpanned. "Of course." He moved to the front door and maneuvered his arms into the sleeves of his coat. "So? Should we ask him, or are you saying no?" "I- I-..." He eyed me intently. "Yeah, fuck it. Let's ask him," I agreed, throwing caution into the wind. He nodded. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow. We'll have dinner." On that note he was out the door. I was scared to death the next day. Scared of being caught in the middle of a fight between lovers. When WuFei casually 'popped the question' the second I sat down after serving pasta - vegetarian style -, all color drained from my face and I couldn't look Heero in the eyes. The only response however was: "Okay." He took another bite and literally the very next thing he said was: "The pasta is delicious, Duo." That was it. He agreed. We were going to have a threesome.
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