Title: Stress Relief
Author: Ryoko 03
Started: May 2001
Status: Complete

Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. Hell,
if they knew what I was about to do with Trowa here, I'd be sued so
fast my head would spin!

Warnings: Lime and masturbation. And no, I can't believe I'm
frickin' writing this, either!

Pairing: 5x3; 3x3 [Trowa: *massive sweatdrop* I hate you]; ?x?

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Stress Relief
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Hot kisses trailed over pale skin. Slender fingertips memorized
muscular shoulders. Legs twined together, bodies rocked
against one another in passion and need.

"Love you," the taller form whispered, tilting his head back to
allow his lover to lap at his throat.

"Love you, too," the other teen replied, nipping at the exposed
dove- white neck even as one hand trailed down to tease at the
brunette's entrance.

A short, sharp cry escaped the green-eyed boi, followed quickly
by a low moan as two fingers slid easily into his body. He
rocked his hips, panting softly as he dragged his lover into a
deep needy kiss.

"Onegai..." he whispered/moaned, "I need... I want...."

"Tell me," came the reply, punctuated by the addition of a
third finger and several sharp thrusts that hit his sweet spot
each time. "Tell me what you want, Trowa."

"O-onegai... I need... I want... please...."

A crash from outside caused Trowa to sit upright in bed. He blinked
for a moment in confusion, then swore quietly in Spanish and French
both as he realized he'd been dreaming.

Again.

This realization was quickly followed by the realization that he was
painfully aroused. A groan of frustration slipped from his throat as
he fell back onto the bed. There was no way in hell he'd get back to
sleep this evening unless something was done to remedy the
situation, and *fast*.

"God damn it," he whispered, cursing himself for a fool. "I am so
damned weak... he'd never want me...."

He knew that his fascination with the Chinese pilot was out of
hand even before the boi had started haunting his wet dreams.
Now, though, he got hard just being in the same room as Wufei.

And he had the same dream every night. Although most of the
time he actually *finished* it and woke up covered in sweat and
cum.

"Shit," he hissed again, knowing from experience that his erection
wasn't just going to go away on its own. One long-fingered hand
reached down and wrapped around his arousal, dragging a soft
moan from his throat. He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination
to pick up where his dream had left off.

In his mind's eye, he could still see Wufei, naked and sweaty and
extremely aroused. It was *his* hand that was wrapped around him
so intimately, stroking him even as he trailed his fingertips along
Trowa's skin. The brunette moaned softly, bringing his other
hand up to toy with one pale nipple, squeezing lightly even as
his other hand pulled at his cock.

He drew his fingertips to his mouth, licking at sucking at his fingers
as he had Wufei's length so many times in his dreams, wetting them
thoroughly before trailing them down his body to tease at his hidden
opening. He bit his lip, then hissed softly as he eased one slender
finger into his body. Both hands moved in unison, one stroking his
firm arousal and the other thrusting within his trembling form. A
second and third finger soon joined the other two, and his motions
became more frantic.

Trowa whimpered and sobbed, hating himself for his weakness
yet enjoying the sensations wracking his form. He picked up his pace
again, crying out sharply as he managed to hit *that* spot within
himself. He focused on hitting his sweet spot and began to stroke
himself faster, harder, knowing that he was approaching the edge....

A sharp scream escaped him as he came almost violently, his milky
white essence spilling out over his still-pumping hand and splashing
against his chest. A few tears slipped down his face as he pulled his
fingers free from his body and pumped his flagging erection a couple
more times before rolling over onto his side. He buried his face
against the pillow, wiping away his tears.

"Pervert," he chided himself, sleep beginning to drift over him.
"Sick bastard," he mumbled again before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

Unbeknownst to Trowa Barton, a silent figure had watched him
drive himself to the brink... one who had harbored a secret desire
for the slender pilot and had jerked himself off just watching him.
The lithe figure sighed softly and pulled his pants back into place
before pressing one caramel-colored hand to the glass of the balcony door.

"Oh, Trowa," Wufei whispered to the boi sleeping beyond the glass,
"if only I could tell you...."

~*~*~
owari
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Oh my God, did I write that?!?! *runs away to hide from the list*

 

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