As Trowa and Quatre's necking session grew more heated, and Duo lay sprawled on his back, snoring away like a buzzsaw, Heero silently moved to help Wufei put away the picnic things. Considering all the alcohol he had seen the Chinese boy down, Heero was more than mildly impressed by the way Wufei only fumbled a little, especially as the dusk faded and the shadows of night encroached upon their hillside.
Heero paused, salt shaker in hand, watching with narrowed, appreciative eyes as Wufei finished reloading things into the basket. Even his sway as he listed more and more to the left was graceful.
"Wufei, you're going to--"
Wufei tumbled over on his behind, next to Duo, blinking in surprise at the jolt.
Heero smirked, tucking the shaker away into its little pocket, next to its mate the pepper shaker, and closing the lid with a snap. That last move of Wu's had been quite graceless, but it had certain been amusing to see!
Wufei shoved loose strands of raven hair out of his alcohol-flushed face, expression confounded, and attempted to push himself back up. Unsuccessfully. Heero just grinned, watching Wufei squirm. There was nothing graceful about that slender body now; this was all about lust. Heero could feel himself growing hard as Wufei wriggled onto his stomach, that tight ass, so lovingly caressed by the thin grey material of his school pants, waving temptingly.... He licked his lips, smile fading.
Well. Wufei was drunk. Heero was not. Duo was lost in a senseless stupor. And the other two were engaged in what could only be termed as foreplay mere feet away.
He'd be damned if he passed up this golden opportunity!
"Here, Wu." Heero knelt behind Wufei and grasped the slim waist, tugging Wufei upright, and not too incidentally into his lap. He nearly groaned as those sweet cheeks pressed against his thighs and the rapidly rising mound of his erection, but controlled himself. He was good at control... to a certain point. A point Wufei always seemed to push, without even realizing it. Perhaps it was sheerly his innocence that drove Heero to distraction... but he rather doubted that. It was the whole delicious packet!
Or maybe, as Duo so often claimed, he was just unrelentingly horny.
"Domo, Heero," Wufei slurred, leaning heavily back against the other student, his head flopping against Heero's shoulder so that he could smile up at the Japanese boy.
Heero sucked in a quick breath, pressing one arm across Wufei's lean hips, pulling that warm body more closely to his own, spooning them together neatly. "Nan demo nai."
Wufei smiled sweetly, but rather vaguely, his foggy gaze drifting past Heero to peer curiously at Trowa and Quatre. He blinked. Several times. "What in Hades is Quatre doing?" he wondered, eyes growing huge.
Heero glanced over, then looked again. Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable.
"I'd say he's going down on Trowa," he chuckled in Wufei's ear as Wufei bent forward, leaning for a better look, this move pressing his buttocks more closely against Heero's hard hips, an iron arm around his waist preventing him from falling on his face. "And quite expertly, too."
"Nn?" Wufei's brow creased as he squinted through the dusk. "Going... down? What's that, Heero?" Quatre was certainly face-down in Trowa's lap, but somehow that didn't seem like the best way to put it. Wufei frowned, examining what he could see of Trowa's face. "It looks painful."
Heero laughed aloud. "On the contrary. It's quite pleasurable," he purred, tugging Wufei back against him to nuzzle one shell-like ear through soft strands of hair.
"Hn." Wufei sounded doubtful, though his eyes were still riveted to the display the other two inebriated boys were putting on.
"Shall I show you?" Heero whispered, tongue flickering out to taste a warm earlobe.
Wufei squeaked, squirming in Heero's lap. "Heero! That tickles! Yamero!"
Heero did groan this time, as Wufei's behind wriggled against his throbbing hard-on, driving shards of pleasure up his spine and through his lower belly. He buried his face in the nape of Wufei's neck, breathing in the warm spicy scent of the other boy, trying to quell the urge to push Wufei down in the grass and take him right here and now.
He wanted nothing more than to drive into that sweet body, hear the cry of mingled pain and pleasure... Take Wufei's virginity with muted force...
Definitely unrelentingly horny!
Wufei squeaked again as Heero's hand moved to smoothly cup his groin, caressing him carefully but firmly through the thin grey material. He pressed his thighs together -- which only pushed Heero's hand more tightly against the flesh that was already beginning to stir -- and shifted backwards, even more closely against the hardness pressed to his ass through Heero's own school breeches.
"H-Heero?" he gulped, eyes wide and cheeks hectic with a dark flush as he dropped his head on Heero's shoulder once more, looking back at the other boy in confusion.
"Hush." It was a bit awkward at this angle, but Heero caught those lips expertly with his own, sucking at their fullness. "Just feel," he breathed against that sweet mouth, before plunging his tongue deeply within. His fingers flexed, carefully not too rough, but most definitely not gentle, relentless in their mission to drag as much pleasure as they could from Wufei's previously untouched body.
"Uhn!" Wufei stiffened against Heero, thighs falling open, heavy-lidded eyes blinking rapidly as Heero's hand tugged and teased, tongue darting within the wet heat of Wufei's mouth to taste, to twine with his own tongue.
Wufei let out a muffled sound that might have been a protest against Heero's ravaging mouth, which went ignored as Heero continued fondling him with one hand, the other going to unbutton and unzip his fly. Wufei was by now fully erect, his breath coming in soft little pants as he attempted clumsily to kiss Heero back. His eyes were tightly closed, soaking in the sensations, staving off the dizziness from the alcohol in his system which was mingling with the heady rush of before unfelt passion, his arms raised to clasp Heero's head, hands clutching at that short, thick chestnut hair.
Heero growled, biting harshly at Wufei's lower lip as his hand moved away from his hardness, dragging a cry of shock and then a low whine of disappointment from the other boy. He smirked against those swollen lips, one hand sliding easily up inside Wufei's shirt to toy with a tiny nipple, the other smoothly gliding within the opened fly, brushing over Wufei's lower belly, which tightened under his fingertips, muscles quivering. Wufei moaned softly, head shifting against Heero's shoulder, hips thrusting forward, asking without words, and Heero complied, hand delving deeply into Wufei's pants to grip the bare flesh of his heated erection.
With the first stroke over that burning member, Wufei arched, voice wringing from his throat in a throttled cry, hands gripping Heero's hair painfully. Heero bit the side of his neck sharply, his own hips moving in reaction, grinding his entrapped hardness against the warmth of Wufei's rear. His breath caught, fire flaring throughout his entire body, and he tightened his fingers, jerking harshly at Wufei's wooden erection, listening to the stream of low whimpers and cries that broke from Wufei's heaving chest, riding the current of his hard, quick pants for breath.
Wufei's hips moved instinctively, give and take between the tight grip on his stiff cock and the bulge of Heero's own member against his taut buttocks. There was nothing in either boys' mind but the rising flames of passion and pleasure, desire given an outlet for Heero, hunger awakening in Wufei's body.
The small needy cries Wufei was giving were enough to drive Heero beyond the mere feeling of friction, and heated ecstasy rose to engulf him even as Wufei gave one last cry, his entire body going stiff and still, his semen spilling hot and hard through Heero's fingers. Heero groaned, hips flexing lazily against Wufei's a few last times as wet warmth spread through the material of his own pants.
Wufei collapsed bonelessly back against Heero, body heavy and still radiating heat, even as his sweat cooled in the night air. Heero rested his forehead against Wufei's shoulder, replete, drained, but, oh, *so* satisfied.
He wrapped both arms tightly around Wufei's chest, palm pressed to feel the rapid tattoo of the other boy's heart becoming more settled, Wufei's harsh gasps for breath slowing. Mmm... that had been nice...
He was a bit startled by the sound of quiet applause, and glanced over with narrowed eyes to see both Trowa and Quatre, themselves sweaty and satiated, grinning at him. He tried to glare, but he feeling too smug to make it work.
Wufei shifted to curl on his side in Heero's lap, this movement drawing Heero's attention to the dampness of his pants. Ugh. Time to go in. He shifted, pulling a face, and quickly zipped up Wufei's breeches as well, taking note of the darkness of the material over the drowsing boy's crotch.
Shit. They were both going to have a tough time explaining that away...
The End
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