July 2000
Yaoi, Group Sex
Heero and Quatre both stared at the door, which they had forgotten to lock, or even shut properly. Framed in the doorway was Wufei, frozen in shock. Wufei couldn't take his eyes off the pair in the tub. Heero, the Perfect Soldier, collapsed in exhaustion, naked, with an equally naked and satisfied blond pilot draped over his chest. Wufei now didn't need an explanation of the sounds he had been coming to investigate. He had thought Quatre was in trouble when he heard indescribable sounds coming from the room, but evidently they had not been sounds of distress, but passion. Passion? Quatre? And Heero? It was too much for his brain to process. Wufei began to back away, still unable to take his eyes off the gorgeous boys in the tub, filled with an unreasonable jealousy that he wasn't involved as well. Why did everyone always exclude him? Injustice.
As Wufei backed away, he tripped over the edge of the bed and lost his balance. His reflexes were not functioning properly, so he was unable to stop his fall. He saw the room go gray as his head hit something very hard. Wufei collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
Heero and Quatre looked at each other. They managed to disentangle enough to get out of the bath safely, then they rushed to Wufei. He had hit his head on the bedside table, but there was no blood. Working together, they got him up on the bed and Heero tried to wake him up. Quatre got an ice pack from the kitchen and put it on Wufei's head. Wufei began to groan and mumble. He opened his eyes.
Wufei's vision began to clear. He looked up and was treated to the sight of two naked, wet Gundam pilots hovering nervously over him. Was this another one of his dreams? They were getting so real...
"He's awake!" Quatre exclaimed.
"Are you ok?" Heero asked.
"What happened?" Wufei said groggily, trying to sit up.
"You hit your head," Quatre explained.
Wufei winced. It all came back to him. He remembered now. He began to blush, realizing the boys he had just walked in on having sex were now leaning over him, still naked. And they were gorgeous...Wufei fainted again.
Heero and Quatre looked at each other, then realized they were still unclothed. Quatre giggled sweetly. Heero smirked. "He'll be ok," Heero said.
"I was sure his nose was going to start gushing," Quatre said.
"I think the blood was going somewhere else," Heero said, looking down at Wufei's white pants. There was a definite bulge there.
When Wufei opened his eyes again, Quatre was hovering over him. Wufei thought he looked like an angel, all blond hair and blue eyes. Quatre further enhanced Wufei's image of him as angel by clasping his small hands under his chin and smiling beatifically at him.
"You're awake! Again!" Quatre smiled.
Wufei opened his eyes further, and to his relief, Heero was nowhere in sight and Quatre had put on a robe. A blue silk robe, that brought out his eyes and kept slipping off one shoulder... Wufei stopped that train of thought in its tracks, knowing where it would lead.
"Are you ok?" asked Quatre, concern in his large eyes.
Wufei nodded, then winced as pain shot through his brain.
"Oh! Does it hurt?" Quatre asked, leaning closer to look at the side of Wufei's head. Unfortunately, this put him even closer to Wufei, and he could smell the blond boy. He smelled like... NO, he would not let his mind wander again.
"Not too much," Wufei managed to say, though his lips and mouth were very dry.
"You sound thirsty. Shall I make you some tea?" Quatre asked him.
Wufei started to nod, but thought better of it and settled for, "Yes, please."
Just then Heero entered the room, carrying a bag. "This is all the ice we have, Quatre..." Heero realized Wufei was awake. "Well at least you're conscious now."
Wufei started to blush. Heero was wearing only his trademark spandex shorts, and his muscles were incredible. Wufei couldn't take his eyes off Heero's washboard abs, and lower...
"I think he's got a huge headache," Quatre said as Heero settled on the bed opposite Quatre, on the other side of Wufei.
Heero handed Quatre the bag of ice. He tried to hide his smirk, and failed. "Yes, I bet you do. I think you broke the table with your head."
Quatre frowned at Heero and put the ice on the side of Wufei's head. "This will help."
Wufei winced at the coldness but was glad of the pain as a distraction. It took his mind off the fact that the proximity of the two gorgeous pilots was turning him on incredibly. Added to that was the fact that he couldn't get the image of the two of them in the tub, draped over each other in spent passion... Wufei now had a raging hard-on as well as a raging headache. He prayed the other two wouldn't notice. How did he get himself in this situation? It was so... undignified!
Wufei shifted uncomfortably on the bed between Quatre and Heero. He tried without success to wish his arousal away. "I'm fine, now, really," he insisted. He started to sit up. "I'll just get out of your way..." Wufei nearly blacked out as intense pain engulfed his head. He sagged back to the bed in agony. As soon as he was horizontal again, the pain disappeared. He sat up, and the pain came back. "Oh god..." Wufei realized he was effectively trapped.
Quatre reached out a small hand and smoothed back Wufei's hair from his forehead. His hair had come loose at some point and spread out on the pillow behind his head. "Shh, Wufei, relax for a while. It's ok. You can rest here as long as you like." Wufei allowed himself to relax slightly under the blond's soothing touch.
Quatre and Heero's eyes met over Wufei's reclining form. Looking down the length of his body, Heero smirked and said, "Yes, Wufei, this kind of headache is expected after a blow to the head, followed by reduced blood pressure in the brain."
Quatre giggled sweetly. Wufei opened his eyes suspiciously, certain he was being laughed at. "You'll just have to stay lying down for a while," Quatre said.
"You know, it might help if you didn't wear such a tight collar, Wufei," Heero suggested, almost grinning.
"That's right!" Quatre agreed brightly. "Let me loosen that for you!"
Wufei gulped nervously as Quatre started unbuttoning his shirt. "That's enough!" he managed to blurt as his shirt was opened halfway.
"Doesn't that feel better?" Quatre said soothingly and started to massage Wufei's chest, "accidentally" brushing his nipples along the way. Wufei turned an interesting shade of red. Heero tried not to smirk.
"Actually, I know what your problem is, Wufei," Heero said.
"Me, too!" exclaimed Quatre.
Wufei frowned. They were mocking him! Dishonor! Wufei closed his eyes to prepare himself for the pain he would inevitably feel when he got up. Then, all of a sudden, he got the shock of his life. There were hands and mouths all over him! There was a mouth on his, gently opening his lips. There was a mouth on his stomach, gently licking its way downward. There were hands pinching his hard nipples. There was a hand unbuttoning his pants. And there was a hand...oh god there was a hand stroking his hardness through his pants! It was too much for him to bear all at once. Wufei moaned.
"You need to get laid!" Heero and Quatre said together.
Wufei was overcome with sensations. Quatre's sweet mouth was on his. Heero was caressing his lower stomach with his tongue. Someone's hands - he wasn't sure whose - were stroking his arousal, while others were removing his clothes. Soon he was completely naked. He opened his eyes to see that Heero and Quatre were also unclothed. Heero was lying on one side of him, and Quatre was on the other. They both pressed themselves against Wufei so he could feel their erections against him.
"Lie back and enjoy, Wufei," Quatre whispered in his ear.
"We'll help you relax," said Heero in the other ear.
Wufei didn't know what to say. It was obvious from his body's reaction that he was turned on by the two boys, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
Heero and Quatre each took one of Wufei's hands and stretched them up over his head, thus giving them compete access to his body. Hands and mouths once again took over Wufei's world. Heero kissed him this time, more forcefully than Quatre had. Quatre lowered his mouth to Wufei's chest and licked a nipple. Wufei moaned into Heero's mouth and thrust his hardness into Heero's hand. It felt so good, but...
"Why?" he managed to gasp before he lost control completely.
"You're our friend," Quatre replied, smiling at Wufei.
"You need to loosen up," added Heero.
"Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Quatre inquired worriedly.
"That's, uh, not it," Wufei tried to explain as Heero stroked him and Quatre licked him.
"Do you want us to stop?" Heero asked, pausing in his explorations.
"NO! I mean, no, please don't stop," Wufei gasped as Quatre's hand slid between his thighs.
"You're beautiful," Quatre said, as if that explained everything. Looking at Heero, he added, "You both are."
"So are you," Heero and Wufei said simultaneously.
Quatre giggled. "Well, if that's settled, then, do you mind if Heero and I continue to ravish you?"
Wufei smiled, "Be my guest." Thus assured, he settled back on the bed and lost himself to passion.
End Part 3
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