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"Road Trip"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, Quintet, group sex, language, OOC
everyone, fem Quatre, brief violence w/oc’s, adult situations/content,
attempted rape, angst, humor, etc. Pairings: 1x2, 2x4, 2x3x4, 2x5, 2x3x4x5, 1x2x3x4x5 Summary: When a young man embarks on a journey
home he gets more than he bargained for as he meets one gorgeous distraction
after another in his quest. "Road Trip"
Ch 4 Happily, at least to Duo’s point of view, their new companion appeared to have a good idea of what the rules were. He asked no uncomfortable questions, actually he spoke very little and when he did it was to point out some small bit of beauty the world had to offer to Quat who ate it up like sweet pieces of candy. It made Duo feel even more like a heel since in essence, he’d never really given him anything that he didn’t take back from him twice over. Quat was, as always, incapable of expressing anything but how he truly felt and it was painfully obvious that he was inexplicitly attracted to him by the time they dropped the trailer. Trowa offered to take them to St. Louis as his next load was taking him that way anyway so Duo reluctantly agreed. They needed the ride but the prospect of loosing his new lover wasn’t exactly sparking his wick. Not to mention the fact that Trowa had no idea the `girl` he was being so kind to actually had a rather nice package under that skirt. He considered telling him when Quat went to the bathroom after dinner at the diner Trowa had taken them to but since Quatre decided to use the ladies he decided it would be wrong of him to reveal it. He’d have to let Quat deal with things at his own pace because when it came right down to it, it really just wasn’t any of his business and as much as that hurt, he knew it was the truth. ‘What’re you going to do when you get to L.A.?’ Trowa asked while Quat was away uncharacteristically breaking the no questions rule. ‘Work,’ was all Duo would reveal. ‘And Quat?’ Ok... so he didn’t beat around the bush. ‘We met on the road,’ Duo told him honestly. ‘Hit it off... been together since,’ he told him. ‘Is it your intention to take responsibility then?’ ‘Listen,’ Duo suddenly sighed tiring of pussy footing around. ‘It’s pretty easy to see you’ve got a hard on for Quat but you should know there are a lot of... circumstances... that go along with that package,’ he said but his words were cut off by the reappearance of the subject. Duo sighed doing his best to squash the little green monster in his chest when he chose to sit beside Trowa instead of him. It was getting harder and harder to deal with being around Trowa as the night wore on. There was little he could do but sit by quietly and watch his little, blond lover being swept away in the emerald tide of the tall drivers green eyes so he resolved himself to wait and do the only thing he could do, be there for him should he, as was likely to happen, be rejected when the truth of both his origins and gender were revealed. It was pretty late when his light slumber was disturbed by an all too familiar moan that set his spinal fluids on fire. His first instinct was to jump up and rip a certain truck driver’s fingers off but he knew he really had no right. Quat certainly wasn’t resisting when he cracked an eye to check the situation out. How Trowa could maintain his lane while slurping on his mouth like that was a damn miracle but Duo was more concerned with the hand that was steadily bunching up the skirt. The urge to call out and put an end to this little encounter was growing stronger and stronger the closer his hand came to revealing the secret beneath the folds of feminine fabric. Quat appeared lost to the heat he was inspiring in him so all he did was kiss back and spread his legs a little more with each new sensation. Well, he had to find out sooner or later right? Duo watched silently, his pulse racing while Trowa’s hand found the soft, pale flesh of Quat’s inner thigh and he arched back looking for all the world like a virgin, sixteen year old girl loosing her cherry and making Duo’s crotch ache with need. Once again his mind was bombarded by visions of his blue eyed wraith while his body was flooded with desire, then, for an instant of time that felt like forever his blood froze when Trowa’s hand slipped under the skirt. Duo didn’t dare breathe while he watched a small crease appear in his forehead but he didn’t jerk his hand away. Instead he slowly, gently removed it squeezing the flustered blonde’s thigh while he moved toward the gear shift. Quat suddenly came aware of what had just taken place but Duo still refused to make his awareness known as it was still unclear how Trowa was going to react. The fact that he was down shifting and stopping the truck seemed to indicate a very long walk for the remainder of the night, however, Quat wasn’t about to give up that easy. ‘I’m sorry,’ he told him softly sounding very displeased with himself. ‘I should have told you before but mfmm….mmmm…ah…w..wai...mmmmmm…T...Trowa.’ Duo steeled his resolve and remained silent while Trowa desperately pushed him into the back of the cab through the little curtain. Well... so much for how he’d feel about his being a guy. Duo wasn’t sure how to feel about this development. He was hurt that Quat would just dump him like that but then again he could see how enamored he was with him. He also couldn’t complain when his own head was filled with visions of someone else but he still couldn’t squash the feeling that he’d like to take a hammer to Trowa’s teeth one by one if he didn’t stop making Quat make that noise! What was he doing to him anyway? He decided it would be a very good idea for him to miss this part when he found his hand on the curtain and his violet eye peeping in on the pair and snuck out of the cab. He’d walked for over an hour before he heard the tell tale sound of a big rig coming to a stop behind him in the dark and turned to find his little blond lover already halfway out of the cab and rocketing toward him. A very large part of the weight that had settled in his chest disappeared on the wind when he caught him in his arms. ‘I’m sorry!’ Quat cried into his shoulder holding him tighter than he’d ever been held before. ‘I didn’t mean to!... I mean... I did but... I didn’t think... I’m so sorry, Duo,’ he went on and on so Duo let him while quietly watching the emerald eyes of their newest companion where he stood by until Quat had finally emptied his heart and just held him softly weeping in his arms. ‘Hey,’ Duo smiled pushing him back a little and wiping the tears away. ‘It’s ok,’ he said kissing the corner of his mouth softly to show him he meant it. ‘If he’s really what you need then how could I be anything but happy for you?’ he asked. ‘But I... I didn’t even...’ ‘Shh,’ Duo soothed offering Trowa a smile as he slowly approached. ‘You know... I’m not exactly happy for the loss,’ he said feeling for the first time in awhile like actually smiling. ‘But truth be told, If you hadn’t been around you can bet I’d have been after him,’ he grinned. ‘Wh...what?’ Quat gasped softly. ‘Well,’ Duo shrugged turning him around to face his new lover. ‘Take another look,’ he chuckled. ‘You’re not exactly scraping the bottom of the pot,’ he told him smiling again at Trowa who actually smiled back. ‘I think he likes you too,’ Quat said reasonably sucking all the mirth out of the joke in one breath. ‘I think you’ve got top billing there, kitten,’ Duo chuckled tousling his pink and blond hair. ‘I wouldn’t kick you out of my bed either,’ Trowa piped in evenly increasing the uneasiness in Duo’s chest. ‘What about him?’ he asked hoping this was all a joke. ‘He’s mine,’ Trowa told him stepping up to pull the smiling blond to his side and making Duo feel a bit better before he grinned and added. ‘Nothing will ever change that.’ Duo smiled then froze when he finished with, ‘Not even sleeping with you.’ ‘Be careful or you’ll loose him before you’ve even gotten used to him,’ Duo warned not liking the ease in which he spoke of such things. ‘That can’t happen,’ Trowa argued. ‘Not because of you anyway.’ Duo had no reply to that. ‘Do you want to take a nap with me while Trowa finishes his run?’ Quat asked further bewildering the braided youth. ‘Did you tell him who you are?’ Duo asked finally snatching a clear thought out of the maelstrom. ‘I knew from the beginning,’ Trowa confessed. ‘He has a very unique smile,’ he said pulling him tight again while he giggled lightly in his arms. ‘And you’re going to be ok with being a truck driver?’ Duo asked a little put out by the thought of an Arabian prince driving a truck for a living. ‘Actually…’ Quat began but Trowa cut him off. ‘I quit.’ Duo just stared. ‘I’m coming to L.A. with you.’ Stare. ‘Isn’t that ok?’ Quat asked uncertainly. ‘Why?’ Duo exclaimed unable to comprehend why in the hell he would just up and quit his job and decide to hitch to L.A. with a perfect stranger. It made much more sense for him and Quat to just keep on truckin. ‘Because he won’t give you up,’ Trowa replied reasonably. ‘……..’ ‘We want to be with you,’ Quat smiled twisting his sandaled toe into the ground cutely. ‘We?’ ‘We,’ Trowa replied grinning at him in a way that held far too much meaning for his liking. Duo decided to leave the implication of that comment alone for the time being in favor of getting out of the night air and back into a moving truck. However, Quat was being so damn playful and energetic he was having a hard time keeping his hands off of him. It wasn’t until he actually crawled into his lap that he got the idea just what he had meant by the whole `we` thing. ‘Quat... don’t,’ Duo protested flashing a nervous little, kind of apologetic smile at Trowa when his hands found nowhere else to go but on Quat’s hips where he straddled his thighs. ‘You’re much too tense,’ he told him sternly then planted a long, sloppy kiss on him that just about burned the hairs on his toes off. ‘Geeeez!’ he groaned pulling out of the sticky sweetness to discover that his hands were now down the back of his pants and his face was quickly turning a really pretty shade of pink while he extracted them and glanced nervously at Trowa again but he was merely driving and looking on in mild interest. ‘Ok… stop,’ he insisted while Quat went to work on his shirt lifting it up and crawling under it faster than Duo could stop him. ‘Geez!... aren’t you like... sore or something?’ he argued gaining his freedom again when Quat suddenly appeared in front of him having backed out from under his shirt. ‘Nope,’ he chirped happily. ‘Trowa gave me this,’ he said producing a small tube of greenish gel with a grin before diving under again. ‘Quat!’ Duo groused but he really couldn’t make himself fight for real. Trowa or no Trowa he already missed his affection and even then the visions were slamming into his mind one after another. Deep blue eyes and strong hands, hands so hot and demanding he boiled inside just thinking about them. ‘Damn it,’ he breathed feeling the swelling in his chest and groin alike while the little Arabian did all the things he’d learned over the past couple of days he knew would drive him nuts. ‘If you don’t stop,’ Duo warned turning his gaze onto Trowa’s for a long moment to convey the sincerity of his words but he only reinforced his desires by smiling that god damned savory, little grin which only made him want to bend him over and take out some of the frustrations Quat was causing in him. It was at that moment, when his mind was filled with visions of Trowa’s lean body bent over in front of him while Quat was working on driving him completely insane and the visions of dark blue eyes swam in his memory that he happened to glance at the mirror and notice the long black limo they were passing, his heart just about jumping clean out of his chest when he saw the back license plate read Wing. What was he doing there?! Was he following him?! But how? There was no way he could have been. Duo was just being paranoid but there he was just the same. It was revealed that it really was him as they passed and he actually saw him sitting in the back seat through the open sun roof only this time he wasn’t alone. Duo’s fingers absently laced into Quat’s thick, dual colored hair pushing him further down while he laid a trail of kisses down his stomach, his every nerve humming with life when the other’s blue eyes shifted from his companion, a woman Duo had never seen before, to find and lock with his own passion bright violet. At that moment Duo felt a surge of heat explode in his body and wished with all of his being he could flip flop out of his seat and land in his lap but that wasn’t going to happen so he did the only thing he could to satisfy the insatiable need urging Quat on with hand and hips and everything else he could muster while they slowly passed on by and he was forced to rip his gaze away. ‘Fuck,’ he breathed suddenly pulling Quat back up and tossing him into the back where he proceeded to take out his frustrations on the willing, little blond until he suddenly realized that they were no longer in motion and Trowa was moving up beside them while they were in more than a little of a compromising position. Actually, he realized when he looked into his amused emerald eyes, they’d been in several interesting positions over the past half hour or so all of which had been completely visible to their green eyed companion. ‘Don’t disappoint him,’ Trowa smiled brushing the sweat dampened bangs out of Quat’s face while he lay in an impassioned daze beneath Duo’s shimmering body. Duo had slowed to a stop when Trowa appeared but allowed himself the pleasure of small movement upon his words. ‘You’re really very beautiful,’ Trowa told him. ‘Thanks,’ Duo replied then added ‘Geez... you guys are seriously messed up,’ while he chuckled and pushed things a little harder. ‘Us?’ Trowa laughed indicating the current position they were in. ‘Was your idea,’ he groused giving into the desire to nibble on Quat’s neck. ‘Hn… he screamed a lot more when I took him,’ he mused watching Quat’s face with interest. ‘Like this?’ Duo asked nailing him hard and making Trowa grin and nod when he cried out. ‘It’s all in the hips,’ he sniggered. This wasn’t so bad really, he was still up at least and if he had to be honest talking to Trowa while he was doing Quat wasn’t exactly a turn off. ‘What about you?’ Trowa asked raking his eyes along Duo’s softly gyrating body. ‘He likes it… both ways,’ Quat supplied lifting his hips and making Duo hiss in pleasure. ‘Take him,’ he panted clawing at Duo’s body in his need for more sensation. ‘Wait a minute,’ Duo interjected when Trowa’s eyes lit up. ‘Duo, please,’ Quat begged. ‘Please, don’t stop now... you’ve taken me so far away... I don’t want to stop... I don’t ever want to come back down,’ he told him bringing to mind a promise Duo had made to himself when he decided to take him along. He wanted to make him happy, to show him all the wonders of the world outside his palace walls and he just couldn’t bring himself to refuse. ‘Alright,’ he agreed. ‘Not until its what you want,’ Trowa countered laying back comfortably on the bed seeming content to watch for the time being but the truth was Duo did want it he just didn’t understand his feelings or the wild desires that were running rampant in his body. He wanted very much to explore all the nasty little idea’s looking at Trowa’s slender body were giving him and Quat was looking very disappointed at the moment so he reached out his hand and slipped it under Trowa’s shirt. ‘Duo,’ Trowa breathed in warning but his voice deserted him when Quat’s joined Duo’s and they began working on the button of his pants together. ‘Ssshit,’ Duo breathed once he slipped his hand beneath his waist band turning his attention from kissing Quat while he filled him once again to the smirking face of their emerald eyed companion. ‘No fucking wonder he screamed,’ he smiled squeezing the ever increasing mass in his hand. He was frigging huge! ‘Are you sure you want to go there?’ Trowa grinned wickedly. ‘Oh, fuck yeah,’ Duo chuckled urging him to move into position. ‘You’re sure?’ Trowa asked again feeling himself harden while he bent over Duo’s slender back and used his precious green gel to prepare him. He slipped an arm around him and used the same gel to help drive Quat further into the netherworld as well which was making his reactions even sweeter and Duo’s resolve even weaker so his tone was almost nothing more than a painfully hissed plea when he replied… ‘Yesssss.’ Ten seconds later he was following that up with a desperately intoned, ‘S...slowly! Ah! Gods! Yes! Shit! Quat?!’ ‘Lift your leg,’ Quatre supplied and Duo followed the order instantly lifting his left leg until it was draped over Trowa’s shoulder spreading him further and allowing for the massive intrusion until finally he was pushed beyond his limit and shivering hard, Quat beneath him and Trowa behind and he couldn’t think of anything else in the whole universe but a pair of dark blue eyes! ‘Are you ok?’ ‘Move!’ Duo cut him off demanding more. ‘Your not rea..’ ‘MOVE!’ Duo commanded again needing more than anything to feel more of the pleasure... more of the pain... more... just more… and a moment later he got his wish. Quat soothed him from below while Trowa slowly began to work until finally he could move freely within him. It was a little like being turned inside out every few seconds but the longer it took the better he liked it until he was able to move inside of Quat as well and every cell in his body was suddenly on overload. He didn’t realize that Trowa was holding back until they had almost reached the point of culmination whereupon he studied his situation, counted the strokes and when the time was right slammed his hips back into Trowa’s taking him all the way for the first time and setting off a chain reaction that had both him and Quat screaming themselves hoarse for over five solid minutes. By the time it was over he had no doubt that he could be very happy in this type of relationship, very happy indeed, and he was already working out what might be nice for next time before they even caught their breath. ‘You should be ... more careful,’ Trowa advised once he’d regained his composure enough to pull Quat into his arms. ‘Your bodies not as forgiving as Quat’s,’ he informed him. ‘I might’ve hurt you.’ ‘Don’t sweat it,’ Duo chuckled letting Quat kiss his fingers. ‘I heal quickly. Where are we anyway?’ he asked recalling the limo. ‘Illinois.’ ‘What do we do once you’ve dropped the trailer?’ ‘The trucks not mine,’ Trowa told him. ‘Got any money?’ ‘No.’ ‘Car? Friends?’ ‘No.’ ‘What about your pay for the loads you just delivered?’ ‘They weren’t mine. I was doing it to repay a favor.’ ‘Great,’ Duo sighed. Another log for the fire. No money, no resources and... well... he had assets but still. ‘Ok… fine,’ he said after a time. ‘We’ll hoof it. I just hope we get there before it falls off into the pacific.’ ~ * ~ tbc... |
