Mile High Club by Laekin and bonnejeanne

Part One

In the kitchen, making a sandwich... as usual.. Duo lifted his head and cocked it to the side as he heard music coming from somewhere down the hall. Listening to the telling strains of the piano he wrinkled his nose. "Okay.... Trowa and Wufei are now officially late."

Heero walked around him and took a knife, neatly cutting the sandwich and then taking half. "Why?"

Duo pouted at Heero for a moment, then turned to rummage chips out of a cabinet. "I don't know. Maybe something went strange on what they were checking out. Quatre's fretting. He plays... rock music when he's fretting."

Sure enough, Heero listened closely and he could tell that instead of the haunting classical pieces that Quatre usually played, the tempo of the music being played at the moment was a lot faster, more complex and jazzier. Heero filed this information away in his memory for later use.

"He shouldn't 'fret'." Heero said simply. Then he moved off, eating the sandwich half, and went to go run a check on what mission or project the two missing ones were working in.

Duo paused, still listening to the music for a moment, then turned and trotted after Heero. "When have you ever known Quatre not to fret. He lives for it. Whatcha checking on?" Making himself a pest at the other boy's shoulder.

Heero ignored the question, not really wanting Duo to realize he was checking on the missing boys too. He found the file of the day's assignments and flipped through the entries as if simply checking for anything on his own roster. He managed to look at everyone's though. Seeing what Heero was up to and not being a complete dumb bunny, Duo made as if bored and wandered where he could better hear the music being played. Usually Quatre's music choice bored the hyperactive American to squirm. However, he enjoyed the faster pieces and his musically attune ear appreciated the keywork. Leaning in the doorframe Duo happily boogied as he munched his pre-lunch, lunch.

"Hn," Heero said to the screen. The task Wufei and Trowa were on was a routine interview of a tipster who claimed to have seen a factory that produced weapons on another colony. These tipsters seemed to come up more and more, but the level of their reliability and subsequently gone way down. They had to be checked out though, even if they turned out to simply be another lonely crank trying to get attention from a agency like the Preventers. Wufei and Trowa were probably stuck in some older woman's living room sipping elderberry tea or something.

'They should call in.' Heero decided. He allotted 10 minutes for this after which he would call them, mostly to regain a more classical music atmosphere.

In fact it was cranberry tea not elderberry. Trowa was on his fourth cup and felt like he needed to urinate so badly his bladder was going to pop. However, every attempt he'd made to excuse himself had been thwarted by the paranoid older lady and he was also a little concerned about leaving her alone with Wufei who hadn't so much as moved since they'd gotten trapped here.

All they could do was nod and make the occasional 'Yes ma'am.' or 'No ma'am' responses. The woman was well meaning enough for a crackpot. She had more conspiracy theories then either of them could shake a stick at and her theories regarding the Gundam Pilots had been positively amusing.

Wufei felt as if he were going to sleep with his eyes open. The tea was vile - "sweet" and fruity, far different from the bitter teas he grew up drinking and was accustomed to. He noticed the large clock in the shape of some kind of Earth-type structure like a house or a shack, which had struck the hour exactly three times, and each time a small annoying plastic bird had darted up and the clock had screamed a loud, fake-sounding 'koo - koo' noise. It was about to do so again. Desperate measures were absolutely called for.

Wufei stood abruptly and said loudly, "I'm sorry Mrs. Langley but I just realized I'm late for dialysis. Come Trowa."

Trowa almost spit his tea across the room. As it was he began to choke turning the fit into a glance of concern. "Oh, why didn't you say something earlier! We're going to need to rush to get to the clinic in time. Yes, please excuse us Mrs. Langley. " Trowa stood and had to bounce on his toes to keep from crossing his legs. Gah!! It was worse then being stuck in a mobile suit on recon after two cups of coffee.

The woman looked all flustered as she escorted her guest to the door. "... and of course you should have said something young man. Really you should be made aware of all the conspiracies around doctors and hospitals, why I bet your kidneys are just fine and they're just trying to... " Trowa smiled and nodded as he shooed Wufei out the door backing up himself with little polite nods.

Wufei grinned the moment the woman's door was shut. "Your eyeballs are yellow," he said. "I think you need the dialysis more than I do..."

Trowa danced on the stoop looking around for a convenient bush or tree.. anything!! But they were in the middle of a highly developed bit of the colony and there was no cover for whizzing in daylight. " There has to be a bathroom around here somewhere."

Careening off the stoop, Trowa looked left and right, trying to pick the best direction to find a fast-food joint.. something. He was not about to get into the car in this condition.

"I need Duo. He can sniff out fast-food a mile away."

Wufei peered down the road. Then he pointed. "Public park. Should have a..." he trailed of, watching Trowa disappear.

He really wasn't truly running... just walking very fast. Darting into the park he found what he needed and the sigh of relief could be heard as a groan outside the portable facility. Cleaning his hands he exited his little haven and trotted back down the sidewalk to Wufei. "Mmm."

Wufei shook his head and got into the car. "I can recommend some herbs to help you with that little problem you have," he said deadpan.

"As long as I don't have to drink them." Trowa returned smoothly. Getting into the car he started it up, checked traffic and pulled smoothly out of the parking place. "Well, that was a monumental waste of time. I do wish that headquarters would spend a little more time screening these people more thoroughly."

"Why should they when they have us to go run around and do it for them?" Wufei snorted.

Trowa snorted. "I'm going to begin to suggest Quatre for these missions. He's better suited for small talk." Trowa looked at the clock in the car and shook his head. "Got any problem with just heading to the shuttle dock?"

Wufei shook his head. Then he shot a glance at Trowa. "You have a mean streak don't you?" he said, referring to the previous remark.

Trowa took his eyes off the road for a split second to look over at Wufei. " 'We have to go, I'm late for my dialysis?' He reminded the other boy with a hint of a smile playing around his thin lips. "Besides, have you ever seen Quatre get around Relena? He's faster then DeathSycthe."

Wufei shrugged. "At least I came up with something," he said, and let it drop.

Trowa nodded his head to acknowledge the comeback. Then he lapsed into silence for a moment as he negotiated a tricky intersection. "Besides, " he started thoughtfully. "Sally hasn't been sending anything out for Quatre lately. I don't think he's been sent out on anything since that botched mission at the airfield."

Glancing at Trowa, Wufei frowned. "Hn," he said. Then he turned to look out the window. "That might not be such a bad thing."

Stopping to let some traffic pass Trowa looks over at Wufei with a quirked eyebrow. Wufei chose to ignore the silent inquiry. He had enough of a reputation as being somewhat difficult to get away with it. Trowa let it alone for now. He was not known for pushing people to talk and he wasn't about to start now even if he was curious about Wufei's take on the situation. Parking the rented car he slid out and stretched.

"I'm going to contact Heero. We're two hours over due and Quatre's got to be playing rock music at the moment."

Wufei's eyebrows shot up. "Uh... oh. Rock music. I see." He didn't. "Yes, I guess you should stop him..."

Trowa grinned over at Wufei. "When he's worried he plays rock music on the piano. Old pieces from long ago." With that, Trowa toggled on his communicator dialing in Heero's direct line.

"Yuy."

"Mission accomplished, we're heading home ETA 3 hours. Cut piano strings." Trowa returned with a hint of dry humor.

"Understood." The line went dead.

Heero turned to Duo. "They are on their way, and will be here in 3 hours. Go tell Quatre."

Duo pouted. "Aw but I like this song!"

"Then tell him when it's over."

"But I might like the next song better." Duo returned with a hint of mischief.

"Duo...."

"Oh alright." Grabbing the bag of cheesy poufs back from Heero he heads down the hall.

Back at the ranch.. uh.. spaceport, Trowa and Wufei had gotten settled on the shuttle, waiting for lift off. Trowa's eyes were half closed and he was looked like he was asleep. In truth he was looking around the shuttle.

"Hmm... sparse flight."

"Fine with me," Wufei said, closing his eyes.

"Wonder if they have blankets." Trowa mused in a seemingly flat tone.

Wufei opened his eyes and looked at Trowa, frowning.

Trowa returned the look from behind his bangs." Oh. You want to sleep I take it?"

Wufei's eyebrows shot up, not sure he was getting the right connotations. He looked at Trowa. "No, I was going to meditate." Then he looked around the cabin. He saw an attendant and glanced at her. "A blanket please... no, one will be fine, I'll share it with my friend."

Trowa affected a yawn for the young woman's benefit and even managed a small polite smile for her when she returned with the blanket, which he handed a corner of to Wufei. His face was calm and serene as always, only someone who knew him well could see the twinkle in his green eyes.

"Meditate hmm?"

Wufei spread the blanket over his lap and upper body, placing his hands under it. He nodded. "Meditate. You should try it. It would help you relax and focus. It helps if you close your eyes but you don't sleep. You hold a thought or idea in you mind until your mind begins to quiet and empty of all other... thoughts."

Trowa also pulled the blanket up towards his chin, stretching his long legs out in front of him. His hands were under the blanket but seemed to be a bit more interested in holding something more substantial then just a *thought*. His eyes closed as, above the blanket, he played along.

"Alright, *thought*... grabbed."

Wufei blinked, then relaxed. He lets his hand move towards the other boy and gained access to his own... *thought.*

"Now focus. Let everything else... slide... away."

Trowa shifted a little under the blanket, giving easier access to his *thought*(s). His own slender fingers deftly weaseling past the waistband of the other boy's trousers to gain better access in order to be able to...

"Slide... right. Sliding, " and indeed his hand was, back and forth, up and down.

Wufei concentrated on keeping his face serene, as he tensed under the blanket. His own callused hand penetrated Trowa's jeans and he began mirroring what the green-eyed boy was going to him. Perfectly.

Trowa bit the inside of his lip in an effort to keep his face calm and asleep looking, even as lights danced just behind his eyelids. His hips moved a little restlessly on the seat, wanting to press into those touches. His own hand playing a wicked game of it's own, alternating between strokes, gentle squeezes and tickles of his neatly trimmed nails.

Wufei's hips tensed, making tiny, invisible, isometric movements that Trowa could feel but which did not show outside the blanket. He continued to play his own game - everything Trowa did to him, he did back. At first there was a slight delay but the gap closed as he concentrated on sensing the other boy's changes.

'Interesting way of doing *Push Hands*' he thought, recalling a specific Tai Chi Chuan exercise where two partied moved together, one pushing, the other yielding so perfectly yet without countering that no conflict could be truly joined.

In moments he was doing exactly what Trowa was... *as* Trowa did it, no matter how the green-eyed boy tried to change tempo, tactics, anything. Wufei was deep in concentration and a slight smile had etched his features without his knowledge.

In the past weeks, Trowa had grown more aware of how important the martial arts were to Wufei and like Quatre had striven to come to a deeper understanding of the art. At the moment, he was more sucked into the pleasurable acts that they were inflicting on each other's bodies. As focused on giving pleasure as he was on receiving it and at the same time trying to keep his face serene so as not to rouse anyone's suspicion about what was going on, beneath the blankets.

Wufei felt his own pleasure building quickly. Trowa was beyond talented in any way that he chose to perform. Wufei felt his hips begin to tense in little jerks and knew that the blanket was going to need cleaning when they were done with it. He continued to met out the same touches to Trowa's swollen and throbbing flesh as he was receiving. Now the question was, who would succumb first?

Trowa concentrated on their hands. His tall form trembled with the need for release but he fought it back, it was something of a fun little game of wills. Wufei sensed the competitive attitude as he felt Trowa's body tense, then pull back. His little smile widened slightly.

"Meditation... is not a con...test," he murmured softly, his hips jerking suddenly as he gave in to his pleasure. He swallowed his gasps, feeling everything explode silently.

Trowa gave a little grin. He knew it wasn't but still, he enjoyed the last few seconds of coherency in which feeling his lover's pleasure filled him with a sense of accomplishment. He quickly followed Wufei's example, dropping his head back on the seat back and giving a little hiss through his teeth as his hips pressed eagerly into that talented hand. Then Trowa let himself relax with a soft sigh, his long body going limp, muscles like fluid.

Wufei was also sitting bonelessly, his hand resting possessively on the now wet and sticky flesh in Trowa's lap. He simply relaxed, enjoying the aftermath for a moment. Then slid his hand away only long enough to raise a wet finger from under the blanket to his lips. His tongue darted out precisely, tasting the salty liquid. His eyes opened and rolled towards Trowa and his hand returned, patting the now diminished organ affectionately.

Trowa carefully withdrew his own hand for a lickfest, then placed the cleaned fingers back under the blanket, neatly cleaning the limp flesh till he'd gotten it all. A tongue bath sans the tongue. Settling Wufei's trousers back to rights he rested his hand across the other boy's waist in a comfortable, companionable gesture, Trowa leaned back against the headrest. After a moment, Wufei could become aware of the very subtle, rich sound of Trowa chuckling wickedly beside him.

Wufei smiled. Then he raised his other hand, the unoccupied one. "Excuse me," he said, summoning the attendant. Trowa was still outside of his pants, so to speak, and Wufei was letting his fingers play in the stickiness that coated him. "Excuse me but I need a couple of... cocktail napkins?" he asked politely. "I seem to have... let a piece of candy... melt in my pocket..."

The attendant was young and she just nodded with a bright perky smile turning to fulfill the request. An older attendant just blushed and ducked behind the cabin doors. Trowa lay there, his upper body shaking with surpressed laughter. His green eyes opened and he gave Wufei an appreciative glance. He'd never have had the... umm.. balls to pull that off with a straight face.

Wufei accepted the napkins and they disappeared under the blanket. He nodded to the attendant. Trowa was then being cleaned up, so to speak. "Oh... excuse me again, I apologize for bothering you, There are restrooms at the rear? Correct?"

The young attendant nodded with a perky. "Yes sir."

Wufei smiled. Then he placed Trowa back in his pants and zipped them. "Trowa... will you come with me, I think you may be able to reach this more easily to clean it." He pushed the blanket to the floor and got up, taking Trowa's wrist and removing the need to answer.

To his credit, Trowa didn't miss a beat. Merely nodded with a long suffering sigh as if he had to do this *all* the time. Though the energy that vibrated along his wrist to Wufei's hand spoke that he didn't mind doing *this* all the time. Quiet and reserved he might be. A 17 year old walking hormone he was also. Standing gracefully he followed Wufei towards the back compartment, grinning as he realized the back few rows of seats were completely empty.

Trowa didn't get to stay behind for long, Wufei pulled the tall boy around and pushed him in front of him towards the restroom. Finding the door, he reached around and opened it and all but shoved Trowa inside, following and locking the door, letting the "occupied" sign come on.

The restroom was so tiny even one person might have trouble turning around easily. Trowa found himself pressed against the edge of the sink with Wufei behind him. Close behind him. "If you think you are going to get away with just that, on a three hours flight, you are mistaken." Wufei purred, kissing the back of Trowa's neck and moving his hands around to the jeans fastening.

Trowa stumbled a bit into the small bathroom then tucked himself around as Wufei followed him. There was barely enough space to turn around and he found himself face first against the small mirror before he could even think about getting turned about. Not that he minded. In fact a soft little shiver ran through his body as he felt the heat or Wufei's body press along his back, a nice contrast to the chilly mirror.

Pressing his buttocks back into the curve of Wufei's hips he ground back against the other boy as he bent his head, giving more access to his neck. "Mmm.. promise?"

Wufei nipped the back of Trowa's neck. His hand had opened the jeans and he was shoving them down the boy's thighs, baring his ass. Then one of Wufei's hand moved back between them, long enough to open his own pants and let his quickly recovering cock out between them. His hands moved around Trowa's waist, caressed his skin under the edge of the shirt, as Wufei rubbed himself against the soft hemisphere's of Trowa's rear. "Promise," he growled, licking Trowa's earlobe.

Trowa took a stutter breath, then concentrated for a moment, wriggling his hips to work his tight jeans a little further down till he could kick one leg out of them, allowing him to brace in a wider stance. Rocking his hips back against Wufei's hands and then later that freed flesh, a low growling moan issuing from his throat in pleasure at the intimate contact.

Trowa had tilted his head a little to hear that whisper. In a quick, surprisingly aggressive action for him, turned his head further about till his lips could capture the one's tormenting his earlobe in a heated kiss.

Wufei pressed into the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to explore and plunder Trowa's mouth. He rubbed against Trowa again and the green eyed boy could feel Wufei's cock, now completely hard and pushing against him heatedly. Reaching between them again, Wufei directed the stiff shaft carefully, smearing the pre-come against Trowa's puckered opening. It was all the lubricant he would get. Bracing, Wufei began to push inside the tall boy, pressing the front of Trowa's thighs against the counter as he stretched him.

Trowa gave a little hiss, then forced his body to relax and accept the invasion. Knowing that pleasure lay at the end of the momentary discomfort. His body knew the invasion of his two lovers and it wrapped tightly around Wufei's flesh, giving welcoming little squeezes that seemed to stimulate them both. Trowa squirmed a little, fitting himself over the sink so that his rapidly returned erection wasn't caught between himself and the counter.

Their mouths parted and Wufei began to move, working himself almost out, then back in, then repeating, slowly at first as he searched for the sweet spot. He licked Trowa's bare neck, and murmured, "I'd never guessed you were such..a... wanton, Trowa Barton."

Trowa shivered hard beneath the lick and the heated words. His hands braced on the sink, knuckles white as he uses his arms to push back against Wufei's thrusts. His internal muscles working with Wufei's thrusts, relaxing when the other boy pressed forward and then tightened hard when Wufei drew back. He gave a breathless chuckle, the vibration echoing between their bodies as he turned to nibble on whatever part of Wufei he could get his lips on. Whispering back... "How do you think I get through some of those godsawful social functions Quatre drags me to?"

Wufei laughed, the sound low and husky. His hips worked harder, and he felt a sudden response as he found the angle of thrust that brought them together in a way that provided Trowa with sudden pleasure. Holding Trowa with a not-quite bruising grip around his waist, he thrust harder and faster, aiming for the same spot over and over. He groaned softly as Trowa's body milked him and held himself tightly to give the other boy his pleasure before accepting his own.

The moment Wufei found that angle all conversation stopped as Trowa had to bite his lips from crying out softly. His head bent back almost over the other boy's shoulder as his body trembled with overload. The pace sending his body out of his control.

Trowa wasn't quite able to keep the strained cry of his lover's name from his lips as he found orgasm for the second time in that flight. This time at least he'd aimed for the sink. His internal muscles loosing their well timed squeeze and release and instead spasmed wildly around Wufei's flesh as Trowa shuddered in his arms.

Wufei felt a deep reaction as his name was cried out and the wild spasming of Trowa's body jerked him over his own threshold. He thrust hard, several more times, loosing his seed inside the other boy as he gasped, holding Trowa tightly.

"Oh...ohhhh..." He held their bodies locked together until both their shudders eased to stillness. At the end Wufei licked Trowa's neck and leaned back, resting against the wall behind him. They bodies were still joined but he was giving Trowa what space he could, to breath and move. His hands stroked the other boy's hips, enjoying the soft skin under his fingers.

Trowa nuzzled back to the soft licks, smiling as he felt Wufei's release and rode it with the other boy, then he leaned forward. The cabin really was too small for them to umm.. fall apart without an active act on either parties part but he seemed in no hurry to break the connection between their two bodies. Instead he leaned against his arms for a moment, taking a step back to keep their thighs lined up together, enjoying the warmth and the touch of Wufei's hands. "Mmm that feels good."

Wufei smiled and lined kisses along Trowa's shoulder. "I could stay here for the whole three hours," he growled softly. "But we'd both pass out from dehydration..."

"Hmmm." Trowa made a thoughtful noise then he moved one hand and presses on the sink lever. A slow smile breaking across his features, lighting up his green eyes as water splashed into the basin. Taking a handful of the liquid he splashes it carefully over his shoulder in the path of Wufei's lips.

Wufei caught - some - of the water, swallowing it, and laughs. "Fine.. you want to stay in here... no problem. "

Trowa laughs softly. "Well, you do make a good case for staying in here but I think the attendants will eventually evict us."

"True." Wufei murmured. He reached up and drew Trowa's face to his, kissing him deeply. "You have no idea what you do to my peace, do you?"

Trowa turns his face into that touch, returning the kiss just as deeply and with no little amounts of affection, tenderness and love. Drawing back just a little his green eyes were soft as they look into Wufei's dark gaze. Trowa smiled a little shyly. "I ... hope good things, over all. "

"I almost feel sorry for you... both..." Wufei said but his voice was warm. "I've been celibate for... two years? I feel like I can't... get enough..."

"I don't think that either Quatre or I list this under.. something we should be felt sorry for. In fact I think it is something that both of us embrace more eagerly with each passing day Wufei. One might say we feel sorry for you... getting caught up in our unusual little family. I don't know how easy it will be for either of us to let you go." Trowa whispered, reaching up to stroke his fingers tenderly along Wufei's face, tracing the lines of mouth, nose and eyes with reverent little strokes.

Wufei's eyebrows drew together. "Easy... is that something that you plan to do?"

Trowa's green eyes clouded a little and he finally turned about, disconnecting their bodies so that he could turn and take Wufei into his arms, holding the other boy close to his chest. Whispering. "Listen to me very closely Wufei. No. That is not something we plan to do. Hear it from my lips and hear it from my heart."

Wufei sighed and kissed Trowa deeply, wrapping his arms around the other boy. "I've not been good at trusting," he said simply, with a slight blush.

He returned the kiss gently but firmly. "I know... I know and I should have phrased it better. I... I was trying to say that Quatre and I enjoy you being a part of our life in this way. That with each passing day it feels more and more... *right*"

Wufei traced his fingers along Trowa's face. "This... I could only see it from the outside. Even then I wanted it enough... almost enough to destroy me and you with me. But inside... so much more than I could guess," he said, his dark eyes looking into green ones, letting his own vulnerability show as well as his joy.

Trowa studied those dark eyes for a long long time, drinking them in and the emotions within, then he carefully folded Wufei to his chest, resting his chin on the top of the other boy's head. Finding in himself a well of emotional support he didn't know he possessed and putting all of it into the embrace.

End Part 1

Laekin and bonnejeanne

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