July 2000
Yaoi, Group Sex
Wufei stormed into the pilot's quarters, slamming the door behind him. Heero, seated at the computer as usual, glared at him from beneath his hair.
"Keep it down, will you?" Heero snarled. "Some of us are trying to work. And Quatre's sick, in case you've forgotten. He's trying to sleep."
Wufei ignored him and threw his backpack onto the floor. He stalked off to the kitchen. Heero could hear him banging things around. Heero sighed. Wufei had always been moody, but lately he had been getting worse.
Duo was off doing god knows what on a solo mission, and Trowa was off doing some martial arts training, so it was just the three of them for the time being. Heero had never realized how much noise Duo made until he was gone. He sort of missed him, and his noise, in a twisted sort of way. Heero would never admit it though.
Quatre had had a serious bout of food poisoning. He was over the worst of it, but was still weak and needed lots of rest and occasional help. Since the others were gone and Wufei was in a foul mood, it had fallen to Heero to be Quatre's caregiver. Heero was quite unused to such a task, but he didn't find it objectionable. Quatre never complained, just asked very nicely for the help he needed. He always thanked Heero and asked after his health, even at his worst. He seemed to be improving lately, and even managed to sit up for a while. The doctor said Quatre had been very lucky to pull through as quickly as he did.
Heero jumped up as he heard Quatre's faint voice from his bedroom, asking for him. Heero welcomed a break from his efforts to break the code he was working on. Heero entered Quatre's room to find the blond pilot sitting up in his bed looking better than he had in weeks. Quatre smiled and apologized for bothering him.
"That's ok, Quatre, I needed a break anyway. You're looking better. What can I do for you?" Heero asked.
Quatre seemed to blush slightly, but Heero chalked that up to the fact that the room was rather warm. "I am feeling better, thanks," he said quietly. "But..." he continued, looking embarrassed.
"What?" Heero urged.
"I hate feeling unwashed. I haven't had a proper wash in a long time," Quatre said, looking down. "But I tried to get up, and I felt so dizzy I fell over," he continued sheepishly. "I didn't want to have to ask for your help, but Duo and Trowa are gone, and..." he trailed off.
"What do you need me to do, Quatre?" Heero asked as gently as he could. This was obviously bothering Quatre a great deal.
"I want to take a bath, but I need your help. I'm too weak," Quatre said miserably, eyes downcast. "I understand if you don't want to, it's ok."
Heero was taken aback. He hadn't expected that. He felt a blush coming on, but said, "It's ok, Quatre, I don't mind. We've been friends for a long time now. You would do the same for me, wouldn't you?"
"Absolutely, Heero," Quatre answered a little too quickly. "I mean, yes, I hope you would ask for my help if you needed it."
"There's no one else I'd rather ask for a bath," Heero answered, then frowned as he realized that hadn't come out as he had planned. "You know what I mean."
Quatre laughed, breaking the tension. "I think so."
Heero paused, looking down at the smaller pilot. "Uh, Quatre, I'm not sure how to help you, though. I don't have much experience in the caretaker area. You'll have to tell me what you need."
Quatre once again blushed inexplicably, and stammered, "Uh, ok, Heero, I'll try. Why don't you start by running the water into the tub, then help me get in?"
"Sounds like a plan," Heero answered and scrambled into the bathroom to hide the fact that he was blushing too.
Heero busied himself by adjusting the taps to get a perfect stream of water. What was his problem? Why did he feel so nervous? All he could think of was helping Quatre get undressed, his tight, smooth body sliding into the water... great, now he had an obvious erection stretching the front of his spandex shorts. It's been too long, he thought, I'm just horny. But why Quatre? I mean, he is attractive, and slim like Duo, and... where did that thought come from? Great, now I'm lusting after two boys, and I'm supposed to be straight. Not that Trowa and Wufei weren't attractive, too, with their lean, muscled bodies... Heero suddenly realized that the tub was nearly overflowing. Great. And he had a huge bulge in his pants to hide as well.
"Everything ok, Heero?" Quatre inquired from the other room.
"All ready," Heero replied, pulling his tank top down and trying to think unsexy thoughts as he went to help the other pilot into the bath.
Heero helped Quatre to his feet, and put one arm around his waist. Quatre put his arms around Heero's neck and leaned into him. They shuffled this way for a moment until Heero realized it wasn't working very well.
"Let me try something else," Heero said, bending down and scooping Quatre up in his arms. The blond pilot hardly weighed anything. Heero had never carried a man in his arms before. He looked down at Quatre and asked, "Is this ok?" Quatre smiled, nodded, and snuggled up to Heero.
"You're so strong, Heero," Quatre sighed.
"Not really, you're not heavy," Heero stammered, blushing and getting hard again. He made sure to hold Quatre high enough that he couldn't feel his hardness pressing into his back. Quatre would probably think he was a pervert or something.
Quatre, on the other hand, was enjoying being carried by Heero way too much. He was very definitely getting aroused by the feel of Heero's strong arms around him and the smell of the bigger pilot so close to him. Too bad he doesn't like boys, Quatre thought, wondering how he was going to hide his arousal from Heero when he got in the tub. Oh well, maybe I won't try to hide it, he thought, and I'll see how Heero reacts.
Heero carried Quatre into the bathroom effortlessly. He carefully put him down, keeping an arm around Quatre's waist to make sure he wouldn't fall. The two boys looked at each other for a moment, knowing what was next. Heero opened his mouth to suggest he wait outside to give Quatre some privacy when Quatre started to lose his balance.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to help me get in, Heero," Quatre said apologetically, trying to unbutton his pajama top. Heero watched the blond pilot fumble for a moment, and took a deep breath. He could do this, he knew he could. Just think of Quatre as your friend...
"No problem, Quatre, don't worry," Heero said in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "Let me help you with that." Heero reached for Quatre's buttons and began to undo them.
Quatre let his hands drop and allowed Heero to take his pajama top off. Quatre sighed with pleasure as he felt Heero's hands touch his smooth chest.
"Are you ok?" Heero asked in response to Quatre's sigh. Heero was fighting to keep his body under control as he removed Quatre's clothes. His skin was so soft...
"Mmm yes, I mean, yes, I am, Heero, thank you. Just a little dizzy," Quatre replied, having devious thoughts. "I don't think you'd better leave me alone in the bath, though. I might pass out."
They both looked down at Quatre's remaining garment, his pajama bottoms, held up by just a drawstring. Quatre smiled helplessly at Heero. Heero sighed and reached for the drawstring. Unfortunately, the bow had become a knot, and wouldn't untie easily. Heero had to bend over and try to loosen the knot. Heero was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate while staring at Quatre's flat stomach, and lower. Quatre was holding his breath as he enjoyed the sensation of Heero's hands so close to his most sensitive area. When he felt Heero's warm breath on his stomach, Quatre lost control completely and became rock hard. At the same time, Heero succeeded in untying the knot and Quatre's pants slid off.
End Part 1
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