27-July-2003
The Bathhouse Attendant
A Gundam Wing Yaoi Fic
By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>
Warnings: Smut, smut! Glorious smut! Nothing quite like getting fucked up the butt!
Pairings: Gundam Boys x Trowa, 1+5 pre-established
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and Its characters do not belong to me; I'm just
playing with them. In addition, the idea for this fic originated from a
Trowa Contest. Unfortunately I didn't finish it in time and have since
forgotten which contest it was. Hopefully someone on list will know. ^__^;;
Trowa spent all Friday pampering and preparing. He didn't have to report in to his editor until Sunday, which was a good thing in Trowa's opinion. He was well rested and very ready for the coming night.
Coming night. Get it?
Trowa chuckled to himself. Well, if things went well, there would definitely be a lot of coming tonight.
He called out a greeting to some of his co-workers at the bathhouse as he strolled into the workers´ locker room. It was actually a really fun part-time job. Trowa had always loved writing, and journalism was just a natural occupation for the quiet boy who was raised in a circus. It was about a year after he started working at the newspaper that a now ex-boyfriend had brought him to the bathhouse.
The idea of such a public place where men could go for casual sex excited him to no limits. He kept revisiting the bathhouse even after he had broken up with what-ever-his-name-was. And one day he even became bold enough to ask the manager for a job. Life had been good to Trowa ever since.
His two jobs paid him well; he was a respectable reporter in the journalist world; and he got screwed regularly. Life was great.
Trowa was siphoning out the water in his pool when someone knocked on his pool chamber's door.
"Come on in," he called, rinsing out the pool before filling it back up with clean, warm, scented water.
"Good vacation?" Wufei asked as both he and Heero walked in, closing the door behind them.
"Ah, you know how vacations are," Trowa grinned, purposefully wiggling his ass a little as he looked over his shoulder at the two beautiful men.
"Tiring," Heero answered, a wry smile tugging at his lips. And then he moved, pinning Trowa to the wall and covering the other man's mouth. The night went on from there.
But when it came time for Trowa to leave, he left feeling a bit sore again and even more disappointed. Only Wufei and Heero had showed up. He had expected his other men to stop by. He had hoped for an orgy fest.
'Oh well,' he sighed, stepping into his shower at home. 'Just have to think up a different plan.'
Trowa had agreed to work Saturday in place of one of the other boys who had covered for him during his 'vacation'. A ten to two shift of walk-ins. Trowa wasn't exactly happy with the idea of getting whoever showed up wanting a fuck, but money was money and he did owe the other attendant.
Luckily he was able to keep his same room he was thinking as he prepared the room. He was almost finished filling the pool again when there was a knock at his door. 'Might as well get this over with,' he thought with a deep, fortifying breath.
"It's open!" he called cheerfully, stretching as he watched the door expectantly. What he wasn't expecting was the equally cheerful blond businessman who walked in sans his normal business suit.
"Hello, Trowa! Good vacation?" Quatre chirped, grinning.
"Quatre!"
The blond man laughed. "I snuck a peek at the schedule earlier this week and saw you were working today," he admitted sheepishly.
They wasted no more time on chitchat and got down to business, Quatre shoving his tongue down Trowa's throat and rubbing eagerly, crotch to crotch. They were up to the part where Quatre was filling a happy Trowa full of cock when the door opened.
"Oiya, jeesh! Already at it, I see," Duo began, closing the door behind him and stripping quickly before joining the two men in the water, talking all the way. "And I thought I was gonna be first, seeing as how I got up early especially and all."
"You're--mmm--idea--mmn--of early---mmm---is---nnn---ten-thirty in the morning, Duo," Quatre grunted in between thrusts. And then he buried his face against Trowa's shoulder, sucking on the flesh he found.
"And your idea of early is five a.m., yes, I know," Duo grinned, wading in the warm water until he was standing next to them. "Ya know, you two look really good like that."
"That" was Trowa's legs wrapped around Quatre's waist as the blond man pounded into him, sucking on Trowa's throat. And Trowa happened to agree. On one particularly pleasant thrust, Trowa's head fell back and a loud, deep groan tore from his chest. Not for long, though, since Duo considerately covered Trowa's mouth with his own.
The dark-haired man was in a too blissful a haze to notice when the door opened and closed a third time.
"See, I told you I saw Duo's jeep in the parking lot," Wufei said calmly as he folded his tee-shirt and shorts, placing them neatly on the bench provided next to Quatre's and Duo's discarded clothing.
"Yeah, yeah, you were right, happy?" Heero muttered.
"No, but I know I will be very soon," the ebony-haired man replied, slipping into the water.
By that point in time, Quatre had reached his climax, filling Trowa with his hot seed, kissing the brown-haired man hungrily before finally relinquishing him to Duo.
"Hey guys," Quatre said jovially. "I thought you weren't going to come by seeing as how you were here last night."
"We changed our minds," Heero answered shortly, causing Quatre to smirk.
"Uh huh, you just wanted to see Duo and me screw each other," Quatre laughed, winking at Wufei who was blushing profusely. The blond always knew how to make his ex-boyfriend color.
"That was a deciding factor, yes, of course," the Chinese man replied, looking quickly away. But his sight landed on Duo who was currently happily fucking Trowa at the moment.
"I'm surprised you're here and not at work," Heero started up, willing to give his lover a break.
Quatre floated towards him. "I decided to take the day off. You can do those sort of things when you're the president of a super big company like WEI, ya know?"
"Yeah, I guess," Heero answered just as another moan of completion sounded from the other side of the pool. Duo was spilling his cum into Trowa now.
"You know each other," Trowa panted accusingly, grateful for Wufei's supporting embrace since he didn't think he'd be able to keep his head above the water on his own at the moment.
"Guilty," Quatre chimed, smiling. "In fact, it was me who suggested to Duo and then Heero and Wufei that they visit you."
"I told you I used to work this job," Duo said, shrugging, looking equally as exhausted as he leaned on Quatre for support. "What I didn't tell you was that I used to work *here*. That's how I met Heero. He met Wufei on the job, and then I met Quatre through them."
"I was with Duo," Heero picked up the explanation. "And then I went with Wufei, who had been with Quatre. Now Quatre and Duo are together."
"But our schedules are so chaotic, we hardly ever get to eat lunch together anymore," Duo added. "So we never had time to come and visit you together. Sorry, Trowa."
"Usually our jobs keep us busy on the weekends," Wufei finally said something. "But we all managed to get today off. And just look at how we spend our morning." He humphfed.
Trowa smirked. "You won't hear me complain."
"If that's the case, I have a proposition for you," Quatre said, grinning as he stepped closer.
"Uh-uh, I know that tone of voice," Duo muttered good humourly.
Wufei smiled as well, bending his head towards Trowa's shoulder and nibbling. "So do I."
"How would you like to make this arrangement more permanent?"
Trowa lifted an eyebrow in interested inquiry. "How so?"
And now Quatre was leaning into him, touching him. "Come work for me personally, at my home, at my office. I can even make you head of my press relations.... Triton Bloom."
Trowa was only minimally shocked that Quatre knew his pen name, but pushed that away in favor of what the blond man was offering.
"I think I'll have to look over the fine print of any deal you make," he answered with a beaming grin. "You'll probably write it in somewhere that I'm supposed to serve you naked or something."
Quatre laughed. "Oh, no, Trowa. We can't have that. In fact, I don't think I want anyone outside of this room to ever see you in anything other than covering pants and long-sleeved turtlenecks. I'm very possessive, you see..."
And Trowa did see... and feel.... and live.... and experience life with the four other men, outside of the bathhouse.
His career switch from journalist to PR rep surprised his sister, but she got him back when she told him she was pregnant again--but this time she wasn't leaving the circus. He didn't tell her he was living and sleeping with and screwing four men--that would have to come later. Maybe when the circus stopped by next year sometime.
Owari
Andrea Readwolf
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