Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just enjoy writing about 'em
for free etc
see part 1 for warnings
Summer Sweat +
Heero's mind whirled. The air
was tight around him, like tentacles; like a vice that held and caressed
him, at the same time as it pained him. Trowa stood in front of him, bent
against the wall, legs apart. Moving under Wufei, with the sharp, jerky
movements that showed he was impaled by the dark man - that he moved only
as he moved; only as he thrust into him. And he moaned with total pleasure
at the feeling.
Heero felt Duo Maxwell move around him then, hot skin prickling at his
own. A constant, living presence - an aura around him that was becoming
more a part of his self than his own awareness. He'd touched Duo Maxwell
- kissed him. He wanted more of him. No - he needed more!
Duo's body pressed against his, then moved away. His hand was on Heero's
waist - his lips were on his shoulder blade, suckling at the bone under
the thin skin. His hot cock snagged across Heero's thighs; leaking sticky
pre-cum; leaving its trail across him. Each time that Heero turned, reaching
to grasp him, Duo twisted and evaded his clutching hands. Now he was back
at Heero's neck, kissing at his jaw, licking at his earlobe. Allowing
his tongue to be caught, just for a few tantalising seconds before his
mouth moved away again -
He ghosted past Heero's groin many, many times. Heero's body begged for
him to touch his cock - to fulfil the continuing promises. It was a torment
that would have made him furious, with any other man. He somehow knew
that Duo didn't intend to leave him unfulfilled. But, for now, he was
tortured by anticipation and suspense - Duo never touched him further.
He whispered, instead.
"Are you enjoying the show, Heero? Your gorgeous, generous lover? Who
do you want to be, Heero?"
"Who -? What do you mean?"
Duo's laugh was smooth as whipped cream, but somehow much warmer. "I asked
before, but you never replied...Do you want him to fuck you? Do you want
to be the one against the wall, spreading yourself for him; feeling the
invasion deep inside you -"
Trowa was groaning now; his ass pressed hard, back against Wufei's thrusts.
One of his hands slipped down from the wall, to grasp at his own, swollen,
flesh-red cock. He began to pump, in perfect time with the rocking of
their joined bodies.
"Or do you want to be the one taking him, Heero - plunging into him? Your
cock, pressing past that first, tight muscle; its aching head, bursting
through, only to be crushed and gripped as you force your way on in. Embedding
your thick, greedy shaft deep into that hot, moist channel; pulling slowly
out, only to thrust back into its hungry depths - making your lover cry
out with the sensation -"
Heero held a hand up, as if to ward off the words. "I - don't do seme
"You didn't do seme!" cried Quatre, in some delight. "Until now!"
Heero hadn't registered that the blond boy was so close. But now he felt
his vivacious little body creeping around beside him - the innate sensuality
of it reaching out in response to his own desperate frustration.
"Hush, Quatre," came Duo's voice. Regaining the control. "I told you,
Heero, that I would give you what you want. And that's what you want,
Heero knew that it was. He felt the surge inside him of desire - the thrill
of the dream. The speeding beat of anticipation in his veins.
"Trowa..." he groaned.
"Do you feel betrayed, Heero?" murmured the voice that surrounded him.
"Don't be angry with him. It's only physical pleasure. It's nothing compared
to your feelings for him. Nor his for you. It's just fun..."
"For us!" laughed Quatre.
"For me..." sighed Duo. He was visible again, close up against Heero,
and reaching to kiss him. His hands took each side of Heero's face; took
his gaze deep into the depths of his own eyes; took whatever he wanted
from the aching lips. "Understand, Heero..."
Heero realised that he understood far more than Duo might suspect. Over
Duo's shoulder, as their mouths sought each other out, he watched his
lover's face - he saw the anguished joy in Trowa's expression of being
filled; stretched; invaded. He saw Wufei's look of adoration, as he lay
close against Trowa's back; the shudder and cry as he came inside him;
his gentle, soothing touch on Trowa's back as his body calmed. It made
Heero's heart ache, not for the first time tonight.
He saw Trowa's face, twisted with joy, as it was his turn to come.
"Yes..." he whispered. "That's what I want. When?"
Soon, smiled the voice. He didn't understand why Duo was no longer
speaking aloud, until the braided man stepped away from him. Heero almost
fell; he put a hand against the wall to steady himself.
Wufei... Trowa... come to us...
The two men he called to, slipped apart - still touching each other's
body; still smiling; gasping with the delicious aftershocks of their climaxes.
They straightened up; they stretched cramped muscles, and laughed to each
other. They moved towards Duo, delight on their faces.
Heero watched with a horrified fascination, as Duo slid a hand around
Trowa's neck, and pulled the slender man's face across to his. His eyes
remained on Heero's as he plunged his tongue into Trowa's mouth. They
held each other for a time - touching each other's body. Trowa was still
sweaty from being fucked by Wufei; Duo's own flesh was flushed from his
caressing of Heero. They kissed, open-mouthed - they murmured words into
each other's faces that no-one else could hear. Duo moved to kneel on
the nearby blanket, and drew the other man down on to his knees beside
him. Turned the pair of them, gently, so that he faced Heero over Trowa's
shoulder; so that Heero could see his hand as it slid, possessively, over
Trowa's smooth ass.
Trowa's head turned so that Heero saw his profile; he was gazing into
Duo's dark eyes. There was communication that Heero didn't understand.
He felt - suddenly, irrationally - excluded. Duo laughed deep in his throat,
an animal sound. He stroked at Trowa's buttocks, almost as if he was considering
what to do next. Trowa made a noise of frustration - he arched his back,
and his legs spread a little wider apart on the blanket.
Heero stared at them, his body frozen. He was a column of pure emotion.
Emotion that wanted to slap Trowa away - emotion that told him he wanted
to be under Duo's hands himself. And another, less familiar emotion, that
told him he also wanted to watch - to see the gorgeous bodies together.
And - of course - he knew that Duo understood all this.
When Wufei reached for Heero, it was almost a shock - he'd forgotten the
existence of anyone else for that moment. But he slipped into his arms,
without even thinking of it. He needed to be touched - he needed attention
of his own! Their mouths met - Wufei's was hot, and eager, and Heero thought
that he could taste far more than a single pair of lips. Heero found it
unfamiliar, and very erotic, and his tongue thrust back at him, diving
into his mouth, sucking at the wet, warm muscle that met him.
Duo was watching him - Heero could feel the deep blue gaze like a knife
between his shoulder blades. He knew that they were teasing each other
- tormenting each other. He wondered who had initiated this game; who
"Yes," he sighed. Wufei's hands were at his chest, teasing at his
nipples, and he felt his immediate response as the tall, dark man twisted
at one. He'd always loved that touch - Wufei seemed to know this, instinctively.
The other, free hand slid down Heero's naked stomach - drifting to caress
his aching, throbbing shaft. The quest was sure and insistent; and, by
now, Heero's desire was a blazing physical need. It was damned if it was
going to resist any comfort, whoever offered it! Heero'd whole body flinched
at the tight squeeze of his groin - he thrust his hips jerkily towards
the closing fist.
There was a sharp, distracting pain in his head; he shook it away. He
wanted to come...
Then Wufei drew away. Just as the coiling ecstasy throbbed in Heero's
groin, the pumping hand stilled around his rippling cock, and the fingers
opened up, releasing his angry flesh to the air. Heero moaned with the
loss - his hand reached, uselessly, for Wufei's arms. The other man was
moving away - his face smiled in front of him, but it was becoming distant.
Then there were other hands at his ass; soft, wet, slipping through the
cleft, to caress the pucker. A slim, damp fingertip, pressing eagerly
into him - rolling around; stretching; preparing him. A soft, musical
laugh. Of course! groaned Heero, to himself. It was Quatre - he could
feel the boy's deft fingers, touching and driving him beyond bearance.
He knew no-one else whose fingers would feel so slim, so mischievous...
every touch was confident, and insistent, and damned inflaming. The blond
boy's hands were cooler on his back; the slender limbs brushed against
his, pushing him gently back against the wall. Quatre's torso now slid
up against his own; his rich little lips reached up to kiss Heero's chin,
his neck. Heero felt Quatre's erection, hot on his thigh; it rubbed against
his own, with its own sharp little shocks.
"Want you, Heero Yuy..." whispered Quatre. "Want to feel you!"
He now turned in front of the dark-haired man, twisting, and exposing
his back to Heero. He was panting, quietly. He wriggled, deliciously,
up and down against Heero's groin, and Heero felt the soft, warm buttocks
up against his skin. He groaned. His cock sprang up even further, beating
at the boy's flesh - seeking a home there. He was shocked at his lustful
response - and something made him look over towards Duo and Trowa.
They still knelt together on the blanket - one of Duo's hands was around
Trowa's waist, and the other was buried deep between the valley of Trowa's
buttocks. From the movement of his wrist, Heero could see that he was
fingering the chestnut-haired man. Trowa's breath was rasping out as he
clung to Duo, trying to keep his balance. His lips dipped to Duo's time
and again; then his head rolled back, his mouth opening with a soundless
cry of joy and exhortation. His hands were tight on Duo's hips - he was
trying to rub their cocks together; trying to bring relief to them both.
From the tension across his shoulders, Heero could tell that he was close
Duo's eyes were wild and wide - but they were still fixed on Heero. It
was as if only his body registered the mutual fondling with Trowa.
Heero couldn't have said with any certainty how close Duo was to climax.
The man's body shone in the night air; the muscles flexed as he played
with Trowa. His mouth was willing enough every time that Trowa nipped
at him, begging for him. But his emotion remained a dark, deep ocean bed
in his eyes. His control did not seem to falter.
Heero... it's fun for me... enjoy it...
Quatre's voice was whispering against Heero's legs - Heero hadn't seen
him sink to his knees in front of him.
"Want you, Heero," he repeated, a little petulantly. "Want to taste
you!" The last words were a little muffled; Quatre had gripped at the
skin of his thighs, and had gone down on his cock.
Heero gasped with pleasure, and the anticipation of relief. The pain in
his head gave a nudge, but he ignored it.
He looked down at the blond head below, and leaned hard against the wall.
His legs were shaking. His body was tugged gently and rhythmically, as
Quatre enthusiastically sucked him. He'd told Trowa when they arrived
that he'd thought the motel would be a 'heaven' for them. He'd been joking,
of course - trying to lighten their frustrated mood .
He wondered perhaps if it mightn't be just the opposite.
Then Quatre's lips tightened, and his tongue licked at the taut thread
of skin below the head of his cock, and Heero's climax overwhelmed him.
He felt his seed spurting out, escaping, gushing into the eager, waiting
mouth. He shouted; he cried out some unintelligible sound. He gripped
at Quatre's hair, not caring how he might hurt the boy, and he thrust
his hips against his face, asking to be milked, to be sucked to completion;
demanding more, and more!
The pain in his head became a deep sigh...
Heero had sunk to the ground, his legs collapsing beneath him. He panted
- his cock ached beyond belief. He thought he might have gabbled some
apology to Quatre - afraid he may have ripped out his hair, or bruised
his chin, or just generally made a fool of himself with coming so fast
and so desperately -
"Never apologise, never explain..." sighed the light voice at his ear.
Quatre knelt beside him, and his sweat-slicked torso shook with gentle
laughter. "You are gorgeous, Heero Yuy..." His mouth reached to suck on
Heero's lips, with a hungry, grateful, appreciative favour. Heero could
taste his own cum inside it - it was warm and musky. He'd never had such
an experience in his life - he wondered why the hell he'd not begged for
it long before.
Quatre sighed. "You do taste sweet, just like Maxwell describes you. Your
cum deserves to be savoured...and it was good to taste it yourself, wasn't
it? All of you deserves to be savoured, Heero. I've known that
since you arrived. You're a delicious treat! I wish... " He bit his words
back and sighed, again; ruefully. "No, that's not for me, is it? But plenty
of other things are. And there's plenty of time for us to enjoy
He rose to his feet easily, limbs young and lithe, and he stood above
Heero, toying with his own, half-erect cock. As naked as the day he was
born, but considerably more mature. Gazing down at the exhausted young
man at his feet, and grinning. The breath of a tempting idea teased at
his wide, blue eyes - he had many imaginative plans for Heero Yuy, now
his appetite had been so deliciously whetted...
But then he felt another man's breath on his shoulder, and abandoned his
plans to tease Heero back into action. Not for him - not for now...He
swallowed his immediate disappointment, and turned with a half-smile,
to take the embrace of the man behind him.
"Duo! Your taste now, I believe -?"
Heero was still a little dazed. He felt a strong arm slide around his
torso, and he was helped to a sitting position. A blanket was spread underneath
him. There was cool water offered to him. It was Duo's hand that held
the cup to his mouth - Duo's fingertips that wiped the small excess drops
from his lips.
"Heero, do you understand better? The joy? The release?" There was a thread
of affection in Duo's voice that he thought might be for him alone.
The cup was back at his mouth, but he waved it away, impatiently. He reached
a hand around Duo's neck, and twisted the man's head to him. They kissed,
deeply. Heero tasted lemons again - but also other fruits. Other liquids
that he couldn't describe or identify. All sweet... all rich...
There was no pain in his head anymore. No nagging; no warning; no interference.
Duo was speaking aloud again. Heero couldn't find any evidence of the
sounds in his head. It was all concentrated, now, on the man's face in
front of him; the firm, mobile lips; the very human body, laid against
"I want you, Heero."
Hands slid down his sides; around his ass; he was laid back on to the
blanket. The fabric was another sensation on his naked back - another
sensual experience. Duo's body came down on top of him, their limbs entwined;
still the kissing, still the caressing. They were touching all the way
from their heavy mouths, to shoulders, to hips, to thighs. It was a fabulous
body, thought Heero, in the midst of a fog of frenzy and desire. Fabulous
- all of it. And it would be his...
"Let me take you, Heero. You have no idea what pleasure I will give you..."
Duo knelt up before him, now, and Heero stared up into his deep, expressive
eyes. There may have been some nervousness there - but Heero suspected
it was a reflection from his own. Duo's hands pressed firmly at his inner
thighs, but Heero let his legs fall apart easily. He bent them at the
knees; he felt the grip of Duo's hands, as he took hold of them, and forced
them further up against his chest. He was exposed to his view. Completely
defenceless. His exhausted cock twitched gently with returning interest.
"Ask me, Heero..." Duo's voice was very hoarse - he had never sounded
like that before. Like Heero thought his own voice sounded. They were
alike, Heero thought, in this moment. They were the same - they were coming
together as equals -
Heero wondered if Duo was going to say please. He didn't want to wait
to find out.
"Take me, Duo."
He felt the rustle of other skin, and the breath of a laugh. It was Quatre
beside him again, but he didn't care who was there now. He had eyes only
for Duo; eyes only for his dark gaze and his delight, and his eagerness.
Ears only for his moans, and his murmurs of pleasure, as he stroked at
Heero's dark pink hole, and slipped a long, slim finger inside. Nerves
only for Duo's fingers pinching at his flesh - the fire in his veins -
the sensitivity all over him, that felt as if he had been flayed alive,
and the skin only just laid back down.
Quatre was kneeling beside him, stroking his taut stomach, holding his
legs back in place. Then his blond head bent back down to his cock, which
was throbbing softly with the excitement. He licked the tip so that it
bounced up a little; he started to suck at the sides, softly. Heero sighed
with the pleasant feeling - but still his eyes held Duo's. They spoke
"Do you want him to make you come again, Heero?" hissed Duo.
"No!" cried Heero.
Quatre let the slowly swelling cock slide out from his mouth, a thread
of pre-cum silver on his lips. His eyes were puzzled. He looked from Heero
to Duo. Awaiting instructions.
Heero knew he couldn't explain properly. He thought that he probably didn't
need to. "Not you, Quatre - I -"
Say it, Heero...
"Duo... just - you..." he hissed. He didn't recognise his own voice
- it was a throb of passion; a skewer of need. He stared almost angrily
at Duo. "I want you to make me come!"
Duo gave his own soft laugh - it could never be mistaken for anyone else's.
It danced with amazement and joy. It was embroidered with a rich tapestry
of desire and triumph and need. They were the only two people alive, to
"My very sweet one - I have been waiting for this. I never thought you
"The others - " sighed Heero. He was opening for Duo - he could feel his
muscles flexing; asking for him. Impatient for him.
Duo dismissed any other speech. He had two fingers in Heero now - they
were wet, and hot, and they pressed excitedly against his prostate, in
a way so different from Trowa's touch, or Quatre's, that Heero felt as
if he was being roused for the first time. He saw colours - he heard moans
of welcome all around him. He groaned aloud.
Duo's voice was jagged, like a serrated knife. "Yes, there are others.
There is the strong one, and the bright one - and now the dark one. But
no-one is sweet like you, Heero Yuy."
"Duo..." came a soft sound from behind them. Maybe a protest...
But Duo didn't acknowledge it. "You are the best, Heero. You are sweet,
as mine is meant to be. You touch me like nothing else. You are mine..."
Duo gasped, and leant forward, hard against Heero's vulnerable flesh.
He came fiercely into Heero - his cock burst through the initial resistance,
then met complete acceptance. Heero's ass relaxed around him, and drew
him in. It caressed him; it beat at him; it succoured and swallowed him.
They clung together, full of astonished delight. Duo began to thrust,
and Heero's body moved with him. Duo took his weight on his arms at first,
but his body sagged gradually until it was crushing Heero's stomach and
groin; Heero grasped him, and held him tight. He felt Duo's stomach muscles
caressing his cock, trapped between their bodies. He knew he was going
to come very soon, despite having been so wiped out by Quatre's attentions.
It was just foreplay, Heero...fun for me...
The two men fucked, and they groaned; they reached clumsily for each other's
mouths, and kissed whatever they could reach instead. Heero felt the sweating
of Duo's body; the hammering of his heart. He felt the burst of Duo's
coming before it even arrived at his ass - it was loud and fierce in Duo's
blood, and Heero heard its demanding cry, even before the sound was wrenched
from Duo's mouth.
He let his own satisfaction wash over him, then, spreading its sticky
emission on their heaving, shaking bodies. Sharing it with Duo, and Duo's
They felt the pressure in each other's temples; saw the vivid colours
behind each other's eyes; absorbed the throbbing anguish in each other's
cocks, even as their climaxes had raced to outrun each other.
Heero saw the restraint shatter in Duo's eyes; the control crumble. Overwhelming,
ecstatic emotion flooded his head and his heart and his limbs, as if Duo
flowed into his very veins.
They shuddered together; they shouted together.
And, once again, there was no other sound in the courtyard except for
Heero woke in the small hours of the morning; there was no light except
for a pale moon, and silence all around. There was the slightest whistle
from a breeze across the motel site. In the first seconds of stirring,
he didn't recognise anything of this. He was only aware of a sluggish
consciousness, and confusion as to where he was. His body ached; his head
throbbed. His mouth had that hideous parched, next-morning feeling, as
if he had spent all night drinking
Which he knew he hadn't.
No - he'd spent the night bathing, and smiling, and eating sweet stuff,
and being fucked into glorious senselessness by a man called Duo Maxwell.
Playing games with water drops, and ice cubes, and soft fruit... rolling
on to his front - on to his back... opening his arms, and then spreading
his legs...and crying the man's name - and sobbing at the intensity of
feeling. Time and again.
He groaned. He sighed. There was the slight nag of cramp in his left leg,
lying underneath his body. It was a sign that he'd slept heavily. He was
gradually aware of the creased coverlet under his body, and the glint
from the cracked tiles on the ceiling - he was back in room number 6,
He couldn't remember how he'd got back to his room. At what time. In what
state. He could smell the soft, musky smell of his lover beside him on
the sheets underneath him - his lover, Trowa, that was. He was groggy
- still half asleep - but he knew that he was surprised to think that
he was still sleeping with Trowa, in their strange little motel room.
Did that matter any more? Why did he think it didn't?
He couldn't seem to focus any thought properly. Too much sun... he thought,
still in a half-dream. Too much pleasure... too many touches... too much
The sound of the half-hearted fan whirred across his consciousness.
Hadn't he thought all these things before?
Then he wondered what had woken him. He stretched on the bed, and yawned.
He knew at once that Trowa wasn't on the bed beside him. The close air
stroked warm fingers over his bare stomach - there was no cover over him,
and he was completely naked.
Peering through sleepy eyes, he saw Trowa standing at the door, his shorts
pulled on loosely, a vest in his hands.
"Trow?" he called, sleepily. "Where are you going?"
"To - him. To Wufei." Trowa's voice was barely a whisper.
"I - must go to him," said Trowa, hurriedly. There was a strange mix in
his voice; apology - sorrow - eagerness. "He needs me. They need me -
they're calling me. And I'll be sleeping with them from now on. Heero
- you must understand..."
Heero struggled to sit up, but there was a deep lassitude in all his limbs.
There was the brand of Duo's fingertips on the skin of his hips; the smell
of the man still in his nostrils. He wondered how he could ever have heard
or seen Trowa's movements through such obsession.
"Yeah... OK... I mean," he stumbled over the words. "I mean - I don't
exactly know what's going on, Trow... I didn't expect you here, to be
honest... what with you and Wufei, 'n all..."
Trowa stared at him in silence, for a moment. Then he came back into the
room, and sat down on the side of the bed. His eyes shone in the darkness.
"I know. It's amazing, isn't it? Everything that's happened...Look..."
he wriggled, a little uncomfortably. His eyes were still fixed on Heero
- the sleepy, dark-haired man was suddenly very aware of his nakedness;
and Trowa's slim, smooth torso, just a hand's touch away. "I still want
you, Heero. You're fabulous, y'know? Christ, and I don't forget
that you were everything to me! Before we came here... I mean, we escaped
"Right," murmured Heero. He wondered if Trowa realised he was speaking
in the past tense.
"But I don't want to go back, Heero -"
"What?" spluttered Heero. "We never said we'd go back! But we were
gonna go on to the city - find a new place - jobs - whatever -"
But he knew that Trowa's attention wasn't fully on him. "I can't believe
this place, Heero. It's like nowhere else I've ever seen. And the guys
want me with them; they want me to help out, and care for the place. And
care for them..."
Heero stared, a little stupidly. "You wanna stay here, Trow? Like - indefinitely?
What about your plans? Our plans?"
Trowa shook his head slowly, the swing of his hair a whisper in the muggy
room. "I don't think I was as prepared as I thought, Heero. I never really
thought beyond getting out of that damned town. I - couldn't tell you
that before - you thought I had the grand plan. You'd have been so disappointed
- you looked up to me in that..."
Heero stared at him. He wasn't gonna argue. Though he understood a hell
of a lot more now than he ever had before, and he knew that there'd been
far more disappointment in their relationship than either of them had
realised. He also knew that it wasn't their fault.
Trowa was continuing. The tone in his voice was light - it bubbled with
excitement. "But I'm happy here - I can be very happy here! I can't
believe the pleasure, and the contentment...I can feel things I never
felt before - listen to thoughts in my head, that were always silent before
Heero was startled. "Mine?"
"No, not yours, Heero," he sighed. "Theirs. Wufei - Quatre... when I'm
with them... when we're..." his voice trailed off.
Heero flopped back on to the bed with a puff of resignation. It was too
damned late in the night to be having this conversation, right? "Ok, I
think I understand. Guess I never thought it'd be long-term, y'know? You
'n me..." He made sure that Trowa didn't see his face. "What'll you do
Trowa shrugged. His mind was already made up, and he didn't care about
details. "Help Wufei in the kitchen - help Quatre round the motel -"
"And fuck -" said Heero, a little slyly. He felt Trowa's body tense. He
saw Trowa's face smile in the darkness.
"Yeah. And fuck. He's magnificent isn't he? Wufei... Both of 'em, really...I
never thought it'd be like that." He sounded almost awed.
Heero didn't answer. He'd never thought it'd be like that, either. He
wasn't sure how he was coping with it, himself.
Trowa stood up, ready to go again. He gazed down at Heero. "But you'll
be with me here, won't you, Heero? They want you, too - they want to share
it all. And there's Duo, now...isn't there?" There was no answer from
the body on the bed. "Heero?"
He waited a few more seconds, but perhaps Heero had gone back to sleep.
The voices were clamouring for him, now. They'd waited long enough - they
needed his attention. They wanted to show him theirs, in return. Trowa
sighed, and quietly, he left the room.
When Heero next woke, it was noon. He knew this, because the sun was well
established, burning brightly and fiercely in the sky, and searing its
rays through the curtainless window on to his body.
He didn't see why he should get up. He still felt disorientated, and he
thought he remembered a rather tense conversation with Trowa in the middle
of the night. Had it all been a dream?
He rolled himself up on the bed, and his muscles protested. No it hadn't
been a dream! He was stretched out here, sore from a night of amazing
fucking, and on his own because his lover had just left him, to go and
co-habit with a coupla other guys. It looked like another day of blinding,
constant heat - and he was sure that he'd not had enough food and water
over the last few days, to have built up any stamina. He'd seen no-one
else for over a week, had no transport or communication with the outside
world, and he was effectively stranded in some second rate motel, where
amazingly weird things kept happening.
And always a damn erection! He growled down at his lap - it was nagging
at him, like the worst kind of morning wood. He needed a shower - to get
The memories were flooding back, seeping into him - and he reckoned he
knew who to blame for that. He seemed to be temporarily paralysed, sitting
on the edge of the bed with his head hanging down. He thought of Trowa,
sitting in that pool. Holding Wufei's face - Quatre's slim hips.
He found himself stroking his cock; gently. Like he treasured its comfort.
Not for the first time, he wondered if there was something in the food
here, keeping him constantly in a state of heightened arousal. But it
did feel damn good...
He remembered Trowa with Quatre, taking him. The boy's gasp of pleasure
- the way that his hands gripped at Wufei, as the taller man held him
still for Trowa's use.
He tugged at his cock - a little more insistently, now.
Then there was Trowa with Wufei, being taken. An astonishingly erotic
sight; the sight of complete surrender and yet - a totally consensual
He was pumping steadily now. He knew the perfect rhythm for his own enjoyment
- he knew how soon he would come, bucking and shuddering, and spraying
cum all over his warm, smooth stomach...
Trowa's bright eyes - Wufei's dark, knowing ones. The excitement that
vibrated through Quatre at all times. Lips licking an ice cube into Duo's
eager mouth. Quatre's soft mouth, opening to drink him down. Like nothing
he'd ever had before! The first kiss from Duo's thick lips - the first
touch of his cock...
He moaned aloud.
And Duo... came the echo of Trowa's soft voice. There's Duo,
Ahh, yes... Duo Maxwell. He could remember him as if he were standing
here beside him. As if he touched him with those burning fingers; kissed
his skin with the firm, damp lips. As if his body still slammed into him,
bony hips up tight against his groin. Eyes on fire; hearts beating louder
than their cries. Sometimes there had been sharp, demanding thrusts -
and other times, a slower, seducing penetration. And always the hint of
something around his heart - something that teased, and begged, and was
somehow more vulnerable than it wanted to be.
Duo's presence. Heero knew that he'd felt it. He'd shared it.
With a shout, Heero climaxed, spewing seed from within his fisted palm.
His back was arched, and his heels pressed hard into the thin mattress.
He felt the completion hard and deep within his groin - his heart hammered,
his mouth was drier than ever. His hips shook, and his legs collapsed
He felt a physical relief - but there was a deeper, disturbing ache that
wasn't assuaged. A face in his mind; a voice whispering in his head.
The masturbation had been nothing like the memories. No comparison at
Heero felt like weeping. Or shouting in anger. Or hitting someone... What
the hell was going on?
And what the hell was going to happen to him now?
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