15-Mar-2001
Title: Playing Games
A side fic to Babaca's Nocturnal Trifecta
Written: 13.Mar.01-15.Mar.01
Warnings: yaoi, masturbation, language
Pairings: Um...1x2x3 or something like that! ^_~
Rating: NC-17 (LEMON!!)
NOTES: Hormone-driven Duo, on this one!
"So what happens now? Are we a couple of three?" Duo had asked.
Trowa and Heero looked at each other for a moment before Heero spoke. "I think we were planning on this being a one time thing."
Fine. He could deal with that. No problem at all. In fact, he'd managed to remain cool, and offer the other boys one of his trademark smiles. "It's okay," he'd said.
So he'd slept with them, but they would not become lovers. It had been one of those deals that Duo liked calling 'a friendly fuck'. In a way, it was kind of nice. No compromises, no responsibilities, or any of the crap that formal romantic entanglements usually brought along with them.
Fighting a war was rough, and he wasn't about to give himself any extra worries trying to handle a relationship with another person; let alone with *two* other persons, who just happened to be two *guys*, two fellow Gundam pilots.
Their little game had been most welcome as a form of stress relief; and of course, Duo, never letting a good opportunity escape, had made the most out of that single night.
"So can this one time thing last until tomorrow? I mean, after we all get a brief nap," he'd said cheekily.
His request had not been denied. They had spent the rest of the night having the most unbelievable sex, experimenting with 'mathematical possibilities', as Heero had called it, making Duo wonder if the Kama Sutra read more like a calculus book to the stoic pilot.
Seven days had passed since their encounter and Duo still found himself lingering in the memories of that night.
Blowing up enemy bases, and destroying Oz mobile suits were his priorities during battle, but when it was all over, when the fire of the fight had ceased, there was another kind of fire burning within him.
He tried dismissing the thoughts, picking up magazines and flipping through the pages in search of some random article that would catch his interest. When that had failed, he had resorted to solving crossword puzzles, and finally, he'd tried drawing. He'd picked up a sketchbook and some color pencils, and he'd absently doodled on the page until it had become obvious that nothing would take away the memories of that night.
He felt himself harden just thinking about it. Erotic images kept playing in his mind, so real that he could almost taste the coffee in Trowa's breath, smell the heavy musk and sweat from Heero's body. He shivered, reminiscing the firm touch of Heero's calloused hands on his skin, roaming freely all over his body, caressing his chest, stroking his buttocks.
"Oh, God," Duo whispered, closing the sketchbook and throwing the pencils off the table. He threw his head back and slid a hand down to open the front flap of his jeans, curling his fingers around his erection with a firm grip.
He stroke himself almost wildly, trying to re-create the feelings of that wonderful night, not so long ago; the way Heero had fucked him from behind, fucked him so hard...and Trowa's soft lips on his neck, the deep, passion-glazed green eyes, slightly open and lost in the ecstasy of the moment, looking up, not at him but at...
"Duo... are you all right?"
Heero.
Duo almost jumped out of his chair when he heard the deep voice of the Wing pilot calling his name. He'd been certain that he was alone in the safehouse.
Wrong.
He opened his eyes and straightened up, quickly sliding his hand out of his jeans and shifting uncomfortably on the chair, trying to hide his straining erection.
"Um... hi, Heero!" he sputtered, flashing the other boy a nervous grin. "Of course I'm all right!
"Quatre has a cold," Heero said quietly. "I heard you making... noises." Heero's eyebrows knit together for a moment. "I thought you might be sick too."
Before he was able to reply, Heero's cool hand rested on his forehead. "You're hot," Heero noted. "Maybe you have a fever."
Well, it wasn't the 'sick' kind of fever, but he did have one. "I'm okay, really." he grinned. "I was just... drawing!" he pointed to the closed sketchbook on the table.
"Hn," Heero remarked, his eyes shifting down. "Maybe you need these," he said, and then leaned down to pick up the color pencils, scattered all over the floor.
"Oh, yes," Duo nodded vigorously. "I guess I would, huh?" He shifted on the chair, trying to turn away from Heero, block his view, knowing that under the table, he was completely exposed.
Too late.
Heero straightened up, an amused glint on the corner of his eye. "Here," he said, placing the pencils back on the table. "Maybe you should... *draw* in your room." Without any further words, he walked out of the study.
Duo watched Heero leave the room, feeling a little embarrassed, a little deflated, and just a little cold...all over. "Fuck," he muttered. "That's all I needed." He zipped up his jeans and took a deep breath, shaking his head a little.
He picked up a red pencil and scribbled a little on his sketchbook, trying to forget about this little incident, this little *embarrassing* incident. Heero had seen what he'd been doing, and he wondered if he would make any comments to Trowa. Would this perhaps be amusing to them? And what if they had made a bet on this too?
~I bet you anything Duo's going to be wanking off thinking about us~
Aggh. No, no! This couldn't be.
Duo sighed and set the pencil back on the table. He walked out of the study and headed for his room, still thinking about the absurdity of the situation.
They'd said it, they liked playing 'games' with each other, and that was fine, but not when it was at his expense! Then again, he hadn't put up much of a fight. Duo felt his cheeks burning, just thinking about it. He'd given in *so* easily. Well, of course! Who wouldn't, when there was a naked man in front of them, a *very* attractive naked man, who was pressing searing kisses all over him.
"God... Trowa," Duo locked the door and sighed softly, feeling the heat in his cheeks rising once again, only this time, not as a sign of embarrassment.
He lay flat on his bed, and soon his hands had found a way inside his jeans. He stroked himself very softly at first, slowly increasing the rhythm, tightening his grip.
He felt like such an idiot laying there on his bed, pants down, Mr. Jinx hard as a rock, and with no one to help him out. In the meantime, he knew that Heero and Trowa would be in their room, warm bodies close to each other, skin on skin, kissing, touching... god, they were probably fucking each other silly!
Heero behind Trowa... or Trowa on top of Heero. Oh, the possibilities! Thrusting back and forth, moaning in pleasure. God yes, that felt good. Oh, yes... the way Heero had taken him only a few nights before.
He pressed his fingers hard around the head, wiping a drop of moisture and then rubbing it along his length. It was better when it was wet... hot and wet, the way Trowa's mouth had been, licking softly around his cock.
And Heero behind him, parting his legs, ramming into him, kissing the nape of his neck, strong arms around his waist, wandering hands over his chest.
So good... so good... YES!
"Oh, oh... oh..." Duo cried out, feeling the hot liquid on his hand, spraying up over his stomach, spilling down between his thighs.
Breathing heavily, Duo sat up on the bed, after-shivers running throughout his body. He looked down at the sticky mess before him and licked his lips. It felt so much better now, all the tension gone. But he knew what could feel better...
Trowa and Heero. Heero and Trowa. He couldn't get that night out of his mind... and if they could do it again...maybe just *once* more.
Yes, there had to be a way to play another little game with them, a way to return the 'favor'. Duo was certain that he would find it, only this time, they would play by *his* rules.
~ Fin ~
DaMoyre
(:./damoyre/games)
