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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. Warnings for Part Four: Language, malexmalexmale
three-way, explicit oral sex, explicit anal sex (and my first sex
scene where Duo is a bottom, you've been warned!).
"Three" Part Four Things were set in motion without my involvement. I simply went along with everything, completely out of my depth. I was instructed to go to the doctor's office to get an STD test, so I did and when my results came back clean I had to give Isaac a copy for the 'higher-ups' and I was shown a copy of Heero and WuFei's negative results across the board. On the day itself, I was handed some paperwork to sign, just like when I did my masturbation video. I had to declare that I was sober and lucid and of age - providing a copy of my driver's license, and I had to sign away my rights to the video I appeared in, relinquishing my right to demand it's deletion or alteration and that I wouldn't ask for more payment than what was previously agreed upon: Two thousand dollars each. Isaac forked over the cash and I counted the hundred dollar bills, all twenty of them. I hadn't had that much cash since I left for Europe. My dad had given me money out of concern, he didn't agree with my trip, but he didn't want me to go hungry or sleep on the streets. The money was a very nice bonus and I now that I had it in my hands I understood why neither Heero nor WuFei had discarded this 'part-time job'. The odd whirlwind that had been the past two weeks came screeching to a standstill when I followed my soon-to-be lovers and the cameraman into Heero's bedroom. Things got very real, very fast and I had to resist the urge to bolt. I figured out why Isaac insisted on paying before the shoot, when one could argue withholding payment until after was a more secure option for him. If people started to have doubts, they would think twice before pulling the plug on the shoot. Having to physically give back the money, after your mind had already started racing, thinking of all the things you could do with it, was much harder than not getting paid after all. In the latter case, it wouldn't feel like you were giving up on anything. The difference between having to give back five hundred dollars and having to give back two thousand dollars was also noticeable. Heero and WuFei sat down on the edge of the bed. I purposefully chose my seat next to Heero. There would be no avoiding WuFei and I didn't mean to, but I wanted to be as close to Heero as possible. Isaac turned on the camera and pointed it at us. "Hey guys, how are you feeling?" "Fine," Said the couple in unison. I shrugged. I was feeling less and less excited about the upcoming event. I had more or less forgotten about Isaac and that his smell would be hanging around us the entire time. Three already felt like a crowd, I wasn't sure if I could be comfortable in the company of a fourth. "Feeling the nerves, Duo?" "I'm just wondering if maybe we should have done a practice-lap, so to speak." "No way, the members love seeing the very first time," Isaac informed him. "Why won't you tell us a little bit about yourself, Duo? You got straight to work for your solo video." He smirked. "Not much to say, really." "How do you know Heero and WuFei?" "Uhm," I looked over at the two of them. "Heero is my roommate. And the three of us are friends." "For what it's worth, you guys look great together." "Maybe we should just get to it," I interrupted. I didn't really feel like chatting. If we waited much longer I was going to lose my courage. Isaac chuckled. "Impatient little thing. Or rather, not so little. Everyone who has seen your video knows what I'm talking about. What about you, WuFei, have you seen it?" "Yeah." "Did you like what you saw?" "Definitely." "Hm," Isaac trained the camera on Heero's face. "I kind of get the feeling you are the missing link in this threesome. They both seem more into you than each other." Heero replied glibly: "I'm fine with that." "Oh, I'm sure you are going to love the attention. You said in one of your older videos that you've never been with someone other than your boyfriend. Is that still true?" "Yes." "Are you nervous?" He shook his head. He supplied: "Eager." "That's good. Let's get started." I sucked in a deep breath when Heero placed his right hand on my thigh. I looked over and saw the other hand was on WuFei's thigh. The Japanese man turned his face away and WuFei's fingers appeared on the back of his neck, digging into the chocolate brown hairs at the nape. I watched them kiss and heard the wet sounds of their mouths meeting and their tongues playing. I was a bit neglected until electricity shot through me when Heero's hand started rubbing my thigh. Their kiss ended and Heero faced me and leaned in. I looked into his eyes and drowned in the depths. His lips merged with mine ever so softly. We moved our lips together in a gentle kiss, but then I felt his tentative tongue against my bottom lip and I couldn't resist the temptation to meet his with mine. Our tongues touched and teased lightly. It was enough to drive me wild with lust. The camera coming closer to capture the moment pulled me out of it. I leaned back slightly. Heero's hand moved further up my thigh and he whispered: "Relax, Duo. It's just us." Just us. His gentle words had the same effect of me as last time. I moved forward for another kiss, wasting no time to deepen it. I explored and claimed his mouth and I loved that he let me. Heero moaned when WuFei's mouth latched onto him from the other side, sucking on the skin of his neck hard enough to leave a mark. Then he grabbed his boyfriend's chin and twisted his head back to face him, it was his turn to ravage his mouth. Not wanting to be left out, I kissed Heero's shoulder, which was left exposed by his white tank top. I placed my big hand over his tight abdomen, feeling the muscles tense under my touch and caressed my way up until I found a nipple through the thin, cotton fabric and rubbed my thumb over it. I could feel him shiver and it was delicious. My efforts were rewarded: Heero covered my groin with his hand and kneaded the hard bulge. Judging by the sounds WuFei was making, he was receiving the same, favorable treatment. With both hands I pulled his tank top out of his jeans and over his head, interrupting the kiss he shared with his boyfriend. I regarded his chest greedily and pinched the nipple closest to me between my fingers and rolled it. He mewled pathetically and I took the opportunity to kiss his mouth again. "Go ahead and undress and move up the bed," Encouraged Isaac. I had genuinely forgotten he was there and did so again as soon as he fell silent. But I heeded the instructions that had been given me. The three of us got up and rid ourselves of our clothing, stealing glances at the other two as we complied. Heero was the first to crawl onto the bed, completely naked, and he lay down in the center, on his back. WuFei and I lay down on either side of him. The Chinese man started kissing his way down his boyfriend's body while I exchanged a hot, charged, open-mouthed kiss with Heero. His hand on the back of my neck was such a simple thing, but so wonderful. A deep moan falling from his lips interrupted our kiss. I looked down and watched WuFei, holding the base of Heero's shaft in a tight fist, drag his tongue along the head of his cock. My own erection twitched at the sight and the sound of Heero moaning and panting hotly in my ear. Knowing a thing or two about what he liked based on the videos I had studied I moved my head down and latched my mouth onto a nipple; I suckled on it and flicked the nub with my tongue. With my fingers I drew feather light patterns on his stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Heero bucked his hips when WuFei took more of him into his mouth. Isaac's voice made its way through the heavy fog: "You two should take turns sucking his dick." I bit the nipple for good measure and then scooted further down his body. I observed for a minute. WuFei moved his mouth up and down Heero's beautiful cock. He stopped suddenly and shifted his position to kiss and nip at the hipbone of his lover. That's my cue, I thought. I took him into my hand and stroked him first. His skin was slick with WuFei's saliva and my fist moved easily. Recognizing that all my inhibitions had vanished into thin air and what I was left with was sheer want and need, I locked my lips around the pink head and after a few, experimental downward strokes, I relaxed and took his entire length into my mouth, making sure to press his hips down into the mattress so he wouldn't suddenly thrust up. "Oh, fuck!" Heero yelled and he delved his fingers into my thick hair. I deep-throated him a couple more times and then 'handed the torch back over' to WuFei. At Isaac's request we both licked at Heero's dick, at the same time. Heero had raised himself up on his elbows and was watching intently. I met his gaze a few times and I could see the lust clouding up the normally bright blue orbs. "I want you two to kiss each other," The Japanese man expressed. I looked at WuFei for guidance, I wasn't sure what to do. It turned out I didn't have to waste any time trying to figure it out. Without warning, WuFei pushed forward and locked our lips together. It was a little painful and uncomfortable at first, too much teeth and us both too aggressive, but we relaxed and got into it. I surrendered first and let his tongue explore my mouth. Later he returned the favor. He was a good kisser, I determined. Strong and demanding, but that was hot. The kiss ended and WuFei fixed mischievous eyes on his boyfriend who had been watching with slack jaw the entire time. "Did you like that, baby?" Heero groaned in pleasure but did argue: "Don't call me 'baby'." He grinned and crawled up the bed and turned Heero onto his side so they lay face to face. He entangled their legs and kissed him passionately. Their hips moved together. Uncertain of what was expected of me, but too horny to sit by idly and wait for an invitation, I moved up the bed and lay flush behind Heero. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and then soothed the mark I left with my tongue. My erection was pressed into the cleft of Heero's ass. Forbidden territory. I became aware of WuFei's glare, warning me to honor our agreement. "Get him ready with your fingers, Duo," Isaac directed. As a way of asking for permission I held two fingers out to WuFei and asked him to get them wet for me. If he wouldn't, I had my answer. He broke his lip lock with Heero and held my wrist steady with a tight, almost painful grip and took my fingers into his mouth. My cocked jumped up and down at having a blowjob imitated on my digits and the prospect of getting a little more intimate with Heero than I previously thought was allowed. He let go of my hand and I positioned my fingers at Heero's opening, pressing against the pucker. I whispered in his ear: "May I?" He looked over his shoulder with the need evident in his eyes. "Yes, please," He breathed. His mouth opened in a soundless moan when I pushed the first finger inside him and shortly after I worked in the second digit. WuFei kissed him, drinking his moans as I started to move my fingers in and out of him. Heero arched his back and pressed his bottom against me. I kissed his back, between his shoulder blades and muttered obscenities against his skin. It took all my willpower to keep myself from replacing my fingers with my cock. He was so tight and so wanton. His ass was beautiful, just like those running shorts and his sexy pair of leather pants had always implied. I wanted to pound into him badly, watch the force cause a ripple in those round, shapely ass-cheeks. The pre-come leaking from my erection left a glistening spot on the small of Heero's back. "I think he's ready," Our cameraman concluded after a while. I pulled out my fingers and smiled hearing Heero's whimper at the loss. I buried my nose into the hair at the nape of his neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex. I couldn't detect a trace of Isaac's cologne in the air. WuFei got up from the bed and retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. He motioned his boyfriend to position himself on all fours on the edge of the bed where WuFei was standing. "Yeah, that's good." Isaac moved around the room to get a better angle. Once WuFei had rubbed enough lubricant onto his arousal, he moved the camera in close for a gratuitous shot. The Chinese man grabbed Heero's hips, pulling him back a little more. With one hand he aimed the head of his cock and all I could see was Heero's expression changing as he felt the erection passing the tight ring of muscles and pushing into him. A drawn out wail escaped him. He fixed his gaze on me and I swallowed audibly. Reactively I took my arousal into my hand and pumped my fist up and down to release some of the building pressure. "Duo, join in," Isaac urged. How? I was a little intimidated. "Get behind WuFei," Isaac suggested, but the idea was instantly shut down. "I don't bottom," The raven-haired man declared. Heero provided the solution when he expressed, his voice dripping with desire: "I want to suck his cock while WuFei fucks me." I didn't need to be told twice. I scooted closer, maneuvering myself to sit in front of Heero, my legs spread. He placed his hands on my hips, resting some of his weight on me, pushing me into the mattress. Where his fingers dug into my skin he left white marks, he might even leave bruises, but I didn't care. I watched, enthralled. I held my erection steady by the base, it was practically dancing in anticipation. He waited a little longer to get adjusted to WuFei's size inside of him, but not too long. He was eager, I could tell. He lowered his shoulders, bringing his mouth close to the head of my cock. He flicked his tongue along the head and my balls tightened almost painfully; I was so close. First he kissed and licked the head. Judging by his grin he was fully aware of the fact that his coy approach was driving me crazy. Then his gaze met mine and he took as much of me into his mouth as he could. The wet heat that enveloped me was delicious. I groaned senselessly. I wanted to keep eye contact with him as he started to suck me off earnestly, but the pleasure was too much. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and threw my head back. I focused on the sounds. The soft wet sounds of Heero's mouth - his moans were silent but I felt the vibrations -, WuFei's grunts and the sound of flesh slapping together in that primal rhythm. "I'm not going to last long." I had barely managed to ground out the words when my climax caught me off guard. Evidently I had been even closer than I had estimated. Heero swallowed the first spurt, but pulled back slightly and let the rest of it shoot against his cheek. I preferred my partners to swallow it, or take it up the ass, but from what I had seen in the videos, the site wanted the models to shoot their load onto each other, not into each other. Someone must have decided that would be the better cumshot. Since I had reached my climax, WuFei pulled Heero upright. He had one arm wrapped around his torso possessively. With his free hand he jerked him off. Even though I had played my part, I didn't want to miss out. I sat up on my knees in front of Heero and kissed him deeply before licking my own come off his cheek. The dark eyes with which he regarded me sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, he let out a shrill cry and then I felt the warmth of his passion on my abdomen and thighs. WuFei growled. He pulled out of his lover and pushed us both down onto the mattress. Heero and I lay shoulder to shoulder and looked up at WuFei who towered over us, jerking himself off. "Kiss," He ordered gruffly. We turned our heads to face each other and shared a lazy kiss. We were both completely spent. The black-haired man groaned. He announced his impending orgasm through gritted teeth and then he leaned forward, his hand resting on Heero's bent knee, and he came. The drops of milky white fluid landed on his boyfriend. He cast a satisfied look at his handiwork and then collapsed onto the bed on Heero's other side. The three of us lay on our backs, staring up at the ceiling, panting loudly. "That was amazing, guys!" Isaac praised. "But Duo should do more than just give and receive blowjobs next time." "Next time?" We wondered in unison. Isaac chuckled. Doing it more than once hadn't been the plan and in the aftermath we were all pretty convinced that it had been a singular event. We were all determined to let things go back to normal. With the money I purchased the expensive, high-end keyboard and I played a lot to keep my mind off other things. I soon had a change of heart about another go-round. I realized Isaac had been right with his assertion when I first watched the video of us. It was uploaded to the site nearly four weeks after we had shot it. In spite of our inexperience at a threesome - which showed in the final product - the popularity of the video skyrocketed. The commenters exclaimed that they agreed with Isaac comment at the end. The remark about a 'next time' had been left in, on purpose, no doubt. But I didn't want to do it for them and I didn't even want to do it for the money. As I had feared, the single taste of Heero's sweetness had left me addicted. I had been pushing thoughts of lust, desire and possessiveness away to the best of my abilities, but when the video popped up all those denied feelings rushed towards me and collided with me with force and as frightening as it was, I enjoyed that intensity and I sought it out time and time again. I forgot all about my new keyboard. It didn't help that Heero was being innocently flirty with me; suggestive stares, lingering touches, leaning into me when he reached around me to get something out of the fridge. He wasn't very subtle about it and I suspected that was the plan. Clearly he had had a change of heart as well and his every action seemed intended to remind me that there could be a 'next time', if we wanted to. He was enamored with me, I could tell. He wanted me and short of stating this fact point-blank, he made no secret of it. Every time he did my gaze shifted towards WuFei, but I could never tell what he was thinking or feeling. I imagined he wasn't pleased with the development, this wasn't part of the plan that he had communicated with me. But he never showed his dismay if he had any; he never glared at me and he never took me aside to give me fair warning. He let it happen, he watched it happen and I couldn't help but wonder... Did he like what he saw? I arrived home one day after a long day at school. I was tired and weary and groaned when I heard shouting coming from the bedroom. Not the ecstatic kind, no, the angry kind. I had never heard them fight like that and it had me worried. I hurried to make myself a quick dinner - heating up mac and cheese in the microwave - and my plan was to hide in my bedroom and sit out the storm. I didn't want to leave the apartment, even though I couldn't stand listening to them fight. I would just have to turn up the volume on my headphones. I waited anxiously for the microwave to beep. I flinched when I heard Heero's bedroom door slam open, hitting the wall behind it. Casting a careful glance over my shoulder I spotted WuFei storming out of the bedroom, buttoning up his shirt as he stalked towards his shoes which were by the couch. He saw me but he didn't acknowledge my presence. "I told you, Heero!" He barked, upset about something. "I don't bottom!" Ah... "Fuck you! What are you scared of?" Heero challenged. He looked my way but he too was too enraged to greet me, or to let me being there interrupt their fight. "I'm not scared of anything!" He was so busy making angry gestures with his hands that he didn't even get around to putting on his shoes. "I don't like it! I don't want it! And I don't understand why you are making such a big deal about it now. You said you love dick, so what's the problem?" Heero put his hands on his hips and snarled: "Yes, WuFei, I love dick! I also love my own dick. I've got one, in case you've forgotten." WuFei waved his hand dismissively. "Come on! Don't even go there, that's bullshit! I know you have a dick. I've sucked it and jerked if off often enough." "Sometimes I want more!" He exclaimed. "So what? Now you don't love getting fucked anymore?" He finally stepped into his shoes and started working on the laces. "I didn't say that!" Heero took a deep breath. "I love it when you fuck me, but I'm curious about... I want to try. I want to know what it feels like. I go mad sometimes trying to imagine what it would be like." The microwave beeped and they both looked my way abruptly. "Sorry, sorry..." I mumbled. I retrieved my bowl of mac and cheese and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "Don't mind me." I scurried past them and disappeared into my room. All of a sudden, I wasn't hungry anymore. I placed my dinner and the water on the desk and then crept back to the door and stood silently on the other side, eavesdropping. "Can't we try? You might like it," Heero pressed. "I like fucking you and you like getting fucked. We should keep it that way." His resolute remark incensed Heero and the Japanese man shot back: "I'm not some kind of bitch, WuFei. I'm a guy, I want-" He stopped himself, realizing the futility in repeating himself once more. "I've made it pretty clear what I want. Why are you being so selfish?" "Fine! You want to top?" "Yes!" "You can fuck Duo." What?! I nearly fell backwards when a fist rapped against my door unexpectedly. I counted the seconds, waiting the appropriate amount of time - the time it would take if I hadn't been listening by the door - and then swung the door open with my best imitation of innocence and ignorance. "What's up?" "Heero wants to fuck you." The man in question sighed. "I didn't say that." WuFei ignored him and asked me: "Do you want to do another threesome and let Heero fuck you?" "Uh..." I looked to my roommate for guidance, but he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to know my answer as well. "Yeah. Sure." Woa... "Good." WuFei nodded and looked over his shoulder at Heero. "Everyone happy now?" Heero turned his gaze away. "You don't look very happy," I pointed out to WuFei, but I bit my lip and said no more when he glared at me. WuFei straightened his shirt and then promptly left the apartment. Heero stared at the front door. "Sorry you had to hear that," He said. I shrugged. "We don't have to do it - another threesome... If you don't want to." I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. "I do want to," I confessed. "But only if you guys want it too." "He does. He doesn't like admitting it, but it hadn't been that good between us in a long time. And it hasn't been that good since..." He chuckled breathily. "He can be a real drama queen sometimes." "What about you?" "Hn?" I leaned against the doorpost. "Do you want it?" He smirked. "You know I do." My lips spread into a wide, goofy smile. "So you've really never topped, huh?" "No." Slyly, I replied: "You're in for a real treat." I enjoyed the blush that spread across his cheeks. He took a moment to regain his composure and then inquired: "Do you like bottoming?" "Sometimes. With the right partner it's really good. With the wrong partner-" I made a face. "What kind of partner am I?" He was being purposefully coy. "I don't know yet," I paused in contemplation. "But I have a feeling you are all kinds of right." He smiled and that was how the conversation ended. He went to take a shower - another hot one, I guessed - and I ate a few bites of my cold mac and cheese. WuFei was probably right when he observed that this new, positive kind of attention I paid Heero was irresistible to him. As his former bully, no one had ever made him feel worse, but the way I treated him now, openly lustfully and adoringly, was a better compliment than anyone could ever give him. My desire empowered him. And I was happy to empower him. I wanted to negate all the times I tore him down to save my own ass. He realized now that my past behavior hadn't been sincere, but my current admiration for him was and he enjoyed knowing that. I was happy for him, but at the same time it left me feeling somewhat hollow, because his affections for me were driven by that powerful, irresistible feeling, it wasn't because he loved me and wanted to be with me the way I wanted to be with him. The date had been set and that time we were all looking forward to it, even WuFei, who never made mention of their spat and the ugly way in which this sequel had come to be. The couple had made up and behaved as compatible as ever, going on dates and joining me on the couch for movie nights. Sometimes, some nights, as we sat together on that couch, we got a little 'grope-y'; playful, friendly touches were stretched out and exaggerated. Evidence of our mutual attraction. It was never openly sexual, but that was only because the game of pretend was important at that point. None of us were ready to explore a love-triangle and what that would mean. We kept it superficial and fun, that was the best way to maintain the status quo. Every single one of us was aware that the balance would shift if we tilted only slightly either way. For the moment, teetering was enjoyable, but I believed all three of us were curious to find out which way we would fall. It was an adrenaline rush. I had been bungee jumping in Switzerland during my tour through Europe and the excitement I felt as I stood on the edge of the platform was not unlike what I was experiencing with Heero and WuFei. The anticipation of the fall left me giddy and jittery, I knew what kind of rush and relief awaited me once I stepped off the edge. Oddly the day started as any other. I had classes in the morning and early afternoon, so I was sitting at the breakfast bar eating my cereal when Heero returned from his daily morning run. Nowadays I ogled shamelessly. I kept my gaze trained on him as he walked into the apartment and pulled at his shirt which stuck to his sweaty skin. "Good run?" I asked. Out of breath he answered: "Yeah." He wiped the sweat off his brow and ran his hand through his damp hair. He got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and leaned back against the counter. I watched his throat work as he gulped down about half of the content. "Classes?" "Till one thirty. You?" He shook his head. "Than what are you going to do all day?" Isaac wouldn't be getting there until four in the afternoon. Currently, it was seven thirty. "Jerk off, probably." I let out a deep groan but then laughed. He twisted the cap onto the bottle and admitted: "I'm a bit nervous." One of my eyebrows raised at that. "Oh. Why?" "Because I don't know what I'm doing." "As a top, you mean?" He nodded and looked away, embarrassed. In that brief moment he looked so much like that young boy I used to know, it was uncanny. "Getting fucked is so much easier and there's no pressure. If I'm at a loss, all I've ever had to do is just lay there." He laughed sheepishly at himself. "Don't worry about it," I comforted him. "Your body knows what to do." He smiled. His face flushed red a little. "You're not worried that I'm going to screw it up?" "No." I got up to put the bowl away in the sink and stood close before him. "I'm looking forward to you fucking me." He bit his lower lip. His body swayed forward, towards me, like he was about to kiss me, but he caught himself and leaned back. We stared at each other and I could feel the sharp charges of electricity between us. I took a step forward, my nose was practically in his hair. I breathed in his sweat, I actually liked the smell of it. It would be so easy to kiss him. He would let me, that much was obvious. Don't, I warned myself. It would be amazing but it wouldn't be right. In spite of everything he was still WuFei's boyfriend, not mine. "I gotta go," I whispered. "Yeah..." He tilted his face up at me. His lips were wet and slightly parted, begging to be kissed. His gaze was hazy, he wasn't thinking straight. If we did it, we would both regret it. It wasn't fair to WuFei. I groaned and stepped back. Heero let out a breathy chuckle. I went to my classes dutifully, but I couldn't keep my mind out of the gutter. Although I identified myself as versatile, I was aware that I preferred to top. Being the receptive partner could be enjoyable, but I loved reducing a guy to a moaning mess. The greatest thrill was making another guy come with just my cock up his ass, rubbing past his prostrate. That being said, I was easily aroused by the prospect of getting fucked by Heero. I yearned for that closeness to him and what made it all the more intimate was the fact that it would be his first time as the 'pitcher'. I had always thought that one of the great things about being gay and exploring anal sex, was that you could have your first time twice; once as the bottom and once as the top. And you would always remember both those times. It excited me to become a part of Heero's life like that. I wanted him to experience that kind of pleasure and I wanted to be the one to give him that. I understood where WuFei was coming from. I had met other tops who refused to ever take on the receptive role - and vice versa as well. Many people had clearly defined preferences and there was nothing wrong with that. But Heero seemed like the kind of guy you would bend your own rules for. I went home and had lunch with Heero. Sitting closely together at the bar, our knees would sometimes brush and the electricity that sparked through my body charged me. I felt hyper-sensitized. WuFei arrived at the same time as Isaac. We went into the bedroom and sat next to each other on the bed again. Like the first time, WuFei and I exchanged kisses with Heero and we all took turns jerking each other off. When Isaac gave us the all-clear to undress, we didn't politely strip ourselves, instead we tore the clothes off the others. Buttons popped and seams split. WuFei had Heero ride him first. It was a routine they easily slipped into and Heero made no objections. He sat in his boyfriend's lap, facing way from him, leaning back on his hands. He moved his hips up and down in a relentless rhythm, maybe trying to prove to his lover how much he still loved having his dick up his ass, in spite of their argument earlier. I was on my knees next to them, kissing Heero's mouth and forming a tight fist around his erection. I held my arm still and let him fuck my hand. The intensity of the kisses left me feeling heady and dizzy. The soft, pathetic moans that escaped me drove me wild. When we parted for air, we would both open our eyes and stare into each other; staring straight through the fog of lust and sheer need. Isaac wasn't informed of what we had agreed on, so all he suggested after a while was that I should 'do more'. "Heero is going to fuck me," I declared and I felt him get even harder in my palm. I grinned at him. "Do it up against the wall," Isaac said. Heero wasted no time, he climbed off his boyfriend and we both got up from the bed. WuFei remained seated and merely watched us with hooded, unreadable eyes. I braced myself against the wall and Heero quickly materialized behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I told him lightheartedly: "Go easy on me, okay?" He nodded and then looked down to pour a generous amount of lube onto his manhood. He placed his slick hands on my hips and positioned himself. I had quickly prepped myself in the bathroom before, just to be sure, since I hadn't bottomed in so long and I didn't want Heero to have to worry about hurting me. Although Heero was shorter than me, his legs were long and with me standing with my feet far apart, we fit together well enough. I sucked in a deep breath when I felt the blunt head of his erection against my entrance. I released the air in a trembling chuckle. "Yeah, do it." He pressed forward but it wasn't going in. It didn't seem like the opening would accept him, until suddenly the ring of muscles stretched to accommodate him and the first few inches of his length slipped into me. Heero let out a gratified cry at the new sensations. He leaned his forehead against my back, between my shoulder blades. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my God..." "That feels good," I said between pants. "Give me more." He complied, with small thrusts he worked himself further into my body until he filled me completely and we let out a moan in unison. With his arousal buried deep inside me, he paused and placed kisses on my back. I smiled. "Do you like that?" "Oh, yeah. Gods, yes!" He ground out. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest against my back. I could feel his body shiver and I could feel his cock pulse within. "Fuck me, Heero. I'm ready. You know what to do. Give it to me." He repositioned his hands to my hips and held me steady as he pulled out and then slammed back in. We both moaned. He soon built up to an unforgiving pace, rutting into me. It was rough and imprecise but honest and passionate and we both loved it. I arched my back and met his thrusts. My hands against the wall formed into white-knuckled fists. Whenever he brushed by my prostrate in the right way, it was by luck alone, but it was more than enough. If he stimulated it with any accuracy I would be spilling my load onto the wall far too soon. I could hear him panting behind me, his hot breath spreading across my back. His fingers were squeezing the flesh at my hips. He moaned and bit into my shoulder. The pleasure was overwhelming to him and in turn that intensified my own excitement and gratification. Suddenly he stopped. I looked over my shoulder and saw WuFei had joined us. He had come to stand behind Heero. One arm encircled his boyfriend's heaving chest and with a hand on his chin he had tilted his head back so he could ravage his mouth. Once he was satisfied, he pushed Heero forward until he was flush against my back. The Japanese man cried out sharply and his fingers dug further into my hips, hard enough to hurt, as WuFei rejoined their bodies in a single thrust. We moved together as a threesome and we were all equally vocal. WuFei let out his signature grunts. Heero was crying out. And I was moaning shamelessly with every breath. "I want to come inside you," Heero expressed. The urgency in his voice made it clear he was close. "I want you to." It wasn't the cumshot the site would have preferred, but we weren't bothering with their wishes at that point. It was about us. Just us. I took my arousal into my hand. I understood Heero was too caught up in the sensations to be able to pay it any attention. A few thrusts later I could feel him spill inside my passage and it was enough to tip me over the edge. I soiled the blue wall of his bedroom and Heero collapsed against me. Whether WuFei came inside him or if he pulled out and jerked off onto his back I didn't know and I didn't care. My legs were turning to jelly and I leaned my full weight against the wall for support, still trying to catch my breath. I ignored the camera that was being shoved in my face. Once Isaac deemed he had all the necessary shots of the aftermath, he turned off the camera and complimented us on a job well-done. Heero pulled out of me and I felt his semen trail down the inside of my thigh. The heady rush left me feeling victorious. The last thing I felt, before a sudden cold washed over me once he stepped back, was a reverent kiss on my neck. We struggled to clean ourselves up and put our clothes back on and had a laughing fit when WuFei came to conclusion that his shirt was ruined - we found buttons everywhere - and he pouted about it. Isaac left shortly after, promising us it would be another 'stellar video'. Jealousy reared its ugly head again when WuFei pulled Heero close for a kiss. Once their lips parted, he asked with a grin: "Did you have fun?" "Yes. Thank you," His boyfriend replied. I was about to excuse myself, walking past them with the intention of exiting the bedroom, when Heero took hold of the front of my shirt, twisting his fingers into the fabric, and he yanked me towards him. He kissed me and my eyes were wide open in shock. "And thank you," Heero said. His expression was playful. As soon as I had recollected my wits I shot back smoothly: "Anytime." WuFei stayed for dinner. We ordered pizza and ate on the couch like slobs, dripping cheese and dropping slices of tomato everywhere. Heero invited WuFei to sleep over, but his boyfriend reminded him that he had to be at the airport at four in the morning for his flight to Shanghai. He had a long weekend so he was going to visit his family and he planned on buying them all something nice with the money he had just made. He didn't stick around for movie night, but he left in a good mood. The door fell shut behind him and it was just me and Heero again. Just us. I casually stretched my arm over the back of the couch and the tips of my fingers found his wild, soft hair. I played with the strands absentmindedly until I noticed he was looking at me. My hand froze, but I didn't retreat. Without a word he redirected his gaze back to the TV screen and relaxed in his seat a little more, leaning his head back further. At that point my hand was pressed against the top of his head. Boldly, I stroked my thumb back and forth and I felt a warmth spread throughout me and burn white hot in my fingertips when he sighed pleasantly and closed his eyes. The moment ended abruptly when a loud explosion on screen jostled Heero out of his half-conscious state. He sat up and yawned. He stretched his arms and popped his shoulders and announced he was going to bed. I watched him walk out of the living room, my fingers fidgeting, missing him already. Over breakfast the next morning, he asked me: "How are you feeling?" His hair was still damp from his shower. He sat down next to me with a bowl of yoghurt and a bowl of fresh fruit. "Good." Bored by my cereal I reached for one of the strawberries. "Sore?" He inquired further. I grinned at him. "A little." His eyes sparkled with mischief. He apologized, insincerely. "Don't sweat it. I liked it. And I like knowing that it wasn't just a dream." He smiled and brought a spoonful of yoghurt up to his lips, followed by a slice of peach. "What about you? Are you a full-on top now?" I nudged him playfully. "No." He chuckled. "I loved it, but... I also still really love-... you know." He blushed and it was endearing. "I would like to do it again sometime though." "Yeah. Well, maybe WuFei will have a change of heart some day and will let you." He looked down at his breakfast. "I wasn't really talking about WuFei." "Oh." I laughed it off and said: "His ass will feel just as good as mine, you know?" He shrugged. "I don't want to fuck him if he doesn't want me to. I did at first, because I needed to know what it was like. Now that I do... I don't think I could enjoy it if he doesn't enjoy it." I nodded. Sex was never as fun, nor pleasurable, as it should be when the other wasn't into it. That happened to me once and I felt disgusting afterwards, like I had taken advantage of him. The vibe got really 'rape-y', even though we had both given explicit consent. It was a good thing I left for France the next day anyway, because we both couldn't look the other in the eye. "So, you would want another three-way?" "We had fun both times, right?" With a smirk I had to agree. His mood turned serious and he revealed candidly: "It's the only thing that really excites me right now. When I have sex with WuFei - just WuFei - something is missing. It has been that way for a while, but never more obvious than it is now. He feels it too, I can tell." He took another bite and chewed pensively. "When you are there, I feel-... I feel-..." He made a vague gesture, unable to find the words to express himself. "I know. I feel it too." He looked at me piercingly. "I like you," I admitted with a shrug. "More than a roommate. More than a friend." We promised each other 'no bullshit', right? But my heart was pounding with fear. Not just a fear of rejection, but also a fear of... "I like you too." A fear of that. "I like you the same way I like WuFei," He continued and I got the sense he was purposefully avoiding the use of the other L-word to not freak me out. "Is it crazy if I say you make me like WuFei again? The way I used to, in the beginning?" I didn't know what to say. I stared into my bowl of cereal. "Our relationship wasn't what it used to be. It had lost its shine. It was dull and boring. I thought WuFei was dull and boring and I suspect he thought the same of me. But when you are with us, it's better. I feel excited and I can laugh and I can breathe. You make us better together. You make us shine," He finished poignantly and he laid a hand on my shoulder. "I- Uh... I'm happy to help." I offered him a dark smile. "It's not about that." He sighed and replaced his hand on my shoulder with his forehead. "I want more than your help. I want you." "And WuFei." "Yes." "I don't see that working out." He raised his head. His expression was conflicted. "I don't like WuFei the way I like you. And WuFei doesn't like me that was either." "What if he did?" "He doesn't," I argued and I got up and cleared away my bowl, dumping my soggy cereal in the trash. "I'm happy to lend a helping hand, excuse the pun. Yesterday and that first time, was amazing and I'll take as much of it as is offered to me. But you are with WuFei and I don't want to get in the middle of that." I wasn't sure if that was bullshit or not. I hadn't quite figured it out. Part of me did want it, the part of me that wanted Heero so desperately, but another part of me whispered many reasons in my ear why I shouldn't get involved. They were good reasons, but I didn't know yet if I was susceptible to the logic of them. Hoping to lighten the mood I ruffled his wild hair as I walked past him and headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I stared at my own reflection. I was pretty sure I had done the right thing, but it felt wrong and that didn't compute. Whatever he had just offered me, I thought to myself, he shouldn't offer again, because I didn't trust my ability to keep refusing him. The leap and the thrill of the fall beckoned, even as I was aware that it would likely end horribly, there was no safety-net.
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