April 2001
Warnings: LEMON LEMON LEMON Yaoi; plot, what plot? did I mention LEMON?
Pairings: 10.0833333 [more specifically: (4+3) + (2+1) + 2x4x2/(3x2)x4/(3x2)(4x1)/(3x1)]
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing, I just play with them for non-profit fun and give them back when they're tired.
Notes: This was my very first fanfic. The idea grabbed me by the throat and refused to let go until I wrote it down. And I discovered it was fun!!!
The abandoned barn was huge - large enough to house four kneeling gundams. The shack next to it, however, was tiny.
The only room held a wood stove, a table, two straight-backed chairs and a double bed. Quatre surveyed their lodgings for the night with dismay. He'd been hoping...
Duo abruptly dropped his duffel bag and bolted across the room. He flung himself on the mattress, singing out, "It's MY bed!"
"Hey," Quatre protested, "Duo, that's not fair!"
Duo stretched out on his back, put his hands behind his head and grinned. "All's fair in love and war, Q-man! Aaaaand in case you haven't noticed, we're fighting a war."
Quatre cast a covertly frustrated glance at Trowa, who was calmly arranging tinder in the wood stove. After the stresses of the last mission, he had really been hoping for some private time with his tall lover. But the barn was completely empty of hay or straw, and it was already cold outside, so...
He approached the braided boy, fishing in his pockets for a penny. "I'll flip you for it," he offered.
Duo started to shake his head, then bounced upright to stand beside his blond friend. "OK. Here." He brought his hand out of his pocket, and held a loose fist out to the other boy.
"Oh, thanks," Quatre began, but instead of dropping a coin into his outstretched palm, Duo grabbed his wrist, twisted quickly and flipped his friend over his shoulder. Quatre's breath left his lungs in a whoosh as his back hit the mattress.
Duo doubled up, cackling. "Looks like I won the toss!"
"Congratulations Duo," Trowa put in quietly. Duo turned away to grin at the taller boy, preening. Quickly, Quatre rearranged himself on the mattress.
"Of course," Trowa continued blandly, "now it's Quatre's bed."
"Hey!" Duo whipped around to discover Quatre stretched out in the exact pose he had used moments before.
"Aahhhh, that feels good. Thank you, Duo," Quatre smiled up at him sweetly.
"You're in trouble now, Winner!" Duo mock-threatened. Then he turned and faced the table, where his partner was steadfastly ignoring them, already typing up the mission report on his laptop. "Heero! Quatre's on my... OUR bed!"
Heero stared at him expressionlessly for a moment before saying stonily, "You put him on the bed; you get him off."
Duo looked surprised to have actually gotten a response, but then his expression slid into what could only be described as an eeeeevil grin as he turned back to the bed. "Well, you heard him. I should get you off..."
Quatre only had time to remember the alternate meaning of the phrase before Duo pounced on him. His body was trapped by Duo's weight, his wrists held captive in Duo's hands, his squeak of surprise covered by Duo's mouth. Duo's warm, wet, extremely talented mouth...
Several long minutes later, Quatre came back to reality long enough to notice that he had been participating enthusiastically. And Trowa was, if not watching, at least aware of the activity.
Blushing furiously at his stupidity, he turned apologetic eyes towards his lover... who was sitting in front of the fire, long legs stretched out in front of him, watching the two of them from one brilliant green eye and looking... amused. And sort of... yes, definitely... aroused.
Trowa took in Quatre's guilty expression and smiled slightly. He said softly, "I know I have your heart." Then he quirked an eyebrow at him. "Are you going to let him win?"
Quatre finally tuned in to Duo, who was now nibbling his way down the Arabian's neck and growling, "It's MY bed... mmmm... my bed..." He shivered at the erotic attention, and tried to plan a counter attack.
Taking a deep breath, he carefully bent one leg and pressed gently between Duo's thighs. The distracting nips and kisses faltered a moment, then stopped altogether when Quatre shifted slightly, rubbing his leg against the other boy's erection.
Duo moaned with pleasure, and Quatre took the opportunity to murmur, "It's MY bed now." He rubbed again, and was rewarded with a louder moan. "Don't you agree, Duo?"
Duo chuckled unevenly against his neck, warm puffs of air against the wet, sensitive skin. "In your dreams, Q-man."
The braided pilot slid his hands down Quatre's chest, slipping open the buttons on his shirt. Nimble fingers danced across him, alternately caressing and tweaking. "My bed... mine."
Quatre gasped and squirmed, but managed to keep enough of his mind working to unbutton both of Duo's shirts. The mouth against his neck and the hands roaming over his torso were driving him wild; his fingers felt tingly and he could barely finish the task.
When he felt the last button surrender, he wrapped his arms around his friend and rolled them both over. Then he lowered his head and began to lick his way down Duo's neck to his sleekly muscled chest.
"Oh, no you don't," Duo laughed, somewhat breathlessly. He tried to roll them back over, but the blond pilot spread his legs wide apart and refused to be moved. "It's still my bed, Qua... aaahh... ohhhhhhhh..." Quatre's mouth had found a nipple to tease.
Pressing his advantage, Quatre kissed and sucked and nipped at the sensitive nubs. "It's... my... mmm... bed... Duo..."
Quatre's hand dipped down and popped open the button on Duo's pants. He brushed his knuckles against the distended front, then cupped the bulge and squeezed.
"Aaaahhh... nnnno... it's m - ahhhhh... ohh gods... my bed..."
Quatre grinned down at his victim. He sloooooowly eased the zipper down, then slipped his hand inside the other boy's boxers and began to fondle the heated length.
Duo groaned, loud and long, his beautiful violet eyes squeezed shut while his hips bucked helplessly against the boy above him. "Ohhhhhh.... ohhh gods I need this... ohhhh please... Qua- Quatre..."
"Whose bed is it?"
"Please... Quatre..." Duo was trying to rub against the hand wrapped around his cock, but it moved with him. He moaned in frustration.
"Whose bed, Duo?" He moaned again, and then his hands went to his tormentor's pants, flipping open the button and lowering the zipper in one smooth move. "Aaaaaah Quatre... please..."
"Whose bed?"
"Ohhhh... please..." His hands slipped under the loosened waistband and around Quatre's firm young ass, pulling the blond down and grinding their hips together.
"Nnnno... ahhhhh.... nnn-nice try!" Quatre panted, lifting his hips away again. Duo's hands were all over his rear, caressing and squeezing, making it difficult to concentrate.
"Whose... whose bed... is it... Duo?"
Duo pushed Quatre's pants and boxers down over his hips, moaning and squirming when the blond tightened his grip in response. "Nnnnn... it's... it's yo... ahhhhh!"
"Whose... bed?!"
"It's your... it's... it's your... TURN!" Duo locked his legs around Quatre's and heaved.
A few moments of energetic tussling later, a surprised Quatre found himself on his back, his ripped shirt hanging off his arms, his pants down around one ankle. Duo, also shirtless, was lying between his legs, his upper arms and shoulders pressing Quatre's thighs down, his hands trapping Quatre's wrists by his hips.
Duo grinned. Quatre sweatdropped. "Whoooooose bed is it?" the braided boy purred.
Without waiting for an answer, he lowered his head and proceeded to prove that talking and kissing were not the only oral skills he had...
(:./wingnut/itsmybed1)
