Disclaimers: I do not own them in a house, I do not own them with a mouse. Not in the rain, not on a train. I do not own them, Sam I am, I do not own Green Eggs and… Gundam Wing… *shifty eyes*
Pairings: 1x2 *more shifty eyes*, 3+4, 3x3, 4x4, implied 3x4
Warnings: language, lime, humor
Notes: Okay, I KNOW my Summer Contest ended… But this is a l’il somethin’ I whipped up while trying to keep my mind from boredom the other day.
Dedication: (I usually don’t dedicate my fics, but…) This is for the people who got me started and believed in me. Fancy Figures, aregato for providing a subtle inspiration in your ability to avoid lurkdom while simultaneously getting slack from RL. Helen, Deb, Jana, Sharon, Clever Young Thief, and Mofit: thanks for being so awesome. Your fics/websites are awesome!! I look up to you guys!!!
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Ride Me Fast
By Veste Notus
Quatre took his usual shower. He had a great work-out. It was *wonderful*, in fact. His muscles felt loose and adrenaline was still coursing through his blood. His usually face was flushed, giving him a radiant look. In short, the Arabian boy felt awesome.
Awesome enough for another workout.
The blonde pilot slid into a pair of gray sweatpants and pulled on a navy muscle shirt before grabbing a water bottle and a sweat-cloth and heading towards the indoor gym of his father’s mansion. Humming a light tune, Quatre merrily made his way to the other end of the grandiose house, passing corridor upon corridor without the slightest bit of hesitation. Of course, there’s always some drawback to knowing a place like the back of your hand.
Quatre fell with a thud, his water bottle and towel slipping out of his hands and falling to the floor alongside him. The carpet stung as he slid across it, his skin getting raw from the friction. Quatre winced, blinked a few times, and sat up.
Shaking his head, Quatre looked up to find an outstretched hand.
“Sorry about that, Little One.” Trowa said sincerely. Quatre took his hand and was quickly pulled up to standing position. Droplets of water from his hair splattered against Trowa’s gray t-shirt and darkened the material as Quatre went colliding into Trowa’s chest. Trowa stabilized the blonde and went to pick up his scattered belongings.
“I really aught to look where I’m going. Gomen, Trowa.” Quatre said in an embarrassed huff.
“It’s fine.” came the terse but calm response. Trowa handed Quatre his water bottle and towel, an electric shock jumping out between them. Trowa pulled his hand back immediately.
“Gomen, Trowa!” Quatre hurriedly screeched in reflex.
“Static discharge from the carpeting. It’s not big deal.” Trowa gave a soft smile reserved only for Quatre, who merely blushed and rubbed his arm. Trowa eyed the spot Quatre was rubbing. “What’s the matter with your arm?”
“Rug burn, I guess. I’ll be fine.”
“Oh.” A silence ensued. “So where were you running to?”
Staring into those green eyes, Quatre nearly forgot. “Back to the gym. Want to come?” Quatre almost winced at his last words. //Well, I wouldn’t mind asking you that again in a different context…//
//I’d love to, sexy// “Sure. Why not. I could use a little weight training.”
“Great! I’ll spot you!” //A good excuse to watch your focused face working those weights, all sweaty and strong and…//
Quatre ended his thoughts, deciding it would be best not to get too excited about the prospect while Trowa was still in front of him. The two walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way to the gym. The nautilus room was positioned just beyond the indoor courts. Quatre was just about to open the door to the basketball courts when he heard a familiar voice from inside the room. It was thick, gravely, and very, very sexy sounding… at least from Quatre’s vantage point.
“Hn… I can’t believe you’ve never done this before…”
“Heero no baka. I’m not as experienced as you think, huh?”
Quatre blushed. That sounded like Duo’s voice. //What’s going on over there??//
“What are you doing, Quatre? Is the door locked?” Trowa asked patiently, having watched Quatre freeze at the door. Quatre wanted to hear more. Quatre turned and put a finger to his mouth in a silencing gesture. Then he motioned Trowa do listen too with a wave of his hand.
The two boys crouched by the door and gently put their ears to the wooden panel separating them from what was going on inside. Quatre blushed at his closeness to Trowa. He wouldn’t mind getting close like that more often…
“I thought for sure you would have done it at least once or twice back on L2…”
Trowa’s face contorted to one of genuine shock. But instead of looking disgusted, as Quatre half expected, the Heavyarms pilot closed his eyes and pressed his ear more fervently to the door, a blush tingeing his perfect cheeks.
//Oh… Holy.. Allah… This is turning him on…?!//
Quatre looked down at the growing bulge in his pants and decided that feeling was at least mutual… *Very* mutual.
“Well, I didn’t, so now you know…”
“That’s okay, Duo. A lot of people our age haven’t ever…”
Quatre mewled, his blush threatening to turn into a nosebleed. What on earth was going on in there? Was Duo naked and on top of Heero, or was it the other way around… or was it…
“Would you mind showing me how…?” Duo asked Heero timidly.
Quatre and Trowa exchanged glances and, noticing each other’s blush, turned away quickly, trying to hide their excitement. Of course, nothing on earth or the colonies could ever pull them away from that door.
“Sure. Just start by straddling… yeah, just like that. Make sure you have you balance, ‘cause you’re going to need it…”
“Oy! When did *you* become the expert on this?!” Duo asked incredulously, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
“I learned from Odin…” Heero responded, obviously not very proud of his answer.
“Heero…”
A silence ensued. Quatre thought he was going to explode if something didn’t happen soon.
“Okay, now put your feet here and start moving up and down…”
Correction. Quatre thought he was going to explode if they kept that up…
“Oh God, Heero… I don’t know if I can…” Duo said in a rather shy and uncharacteristically unconfident voice.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, okay? I’m right here. Don’t be afraid…” Heero quickly reassured him.
A few moments later and Duo was panting audibly. “How am I doing?”
“Great, Duo! Wonderful! You’re a fast learner! Keep it up!”
Trowa, now a pretty shade of pink, let out the tiniest of groans and shifted his weight around behind Quatre. The blonde threw a glance over his shoulder to see Trowa’s backside. Trowa was hunched over and looked as though he were soothing a muscle…
//Holy shit! He’s touching himself!!!// Quatre’s mind screamed at him.
“Ah! H-Heero!!!”
“Oh God, Duo! Watch it…”
“I can’t control it, Heero! Gomen… I, I…”
“It feels good doesn’t it…?”
“You know it! No wonder guys do this…”
Trowa’s hand seemed to move more fervently up and down, obviously stroking himself through the fabric of his jeans, oblivious to Quatre’s lustful stare.
Quatre’s hand crept down to massage his own crotch as he watched Trowa pleasure himself and listened to the sounds of heated sex in the next room.
“HEERO! I’m gonna…”
“Duo!”
There was a loud crash and the thick sound of heavy breathing. Trowa jerked forward, his back arching slightly as his body got tight and rigid.
The sight and sounds did Quatre in as he quickly followed suit with a bit of a whimpering cry of release.
“…Are you okay, Duo?...”
Heero waited for Duo to catch his breath.
“I think so, Heero…” A whimper. “Gods, I’m gonna feel *that* in the morning…”
“Yeah, I felt sore my first time to…”
A long silence followed. Trowa and Quatre basked in the aftermath of their respective climaxes, the edges of their vision fading back from white to full color.
“Ano… Aregato, Heero…”
“Ah, anytime, Duo. Anytime.”
“Saa. Let’s get cleaned up! I am positively *filthy*”
Heero laughed at that. “And you smell a little funky.”
“Not my fault, baka!” Duo chuckled.
Quatre and Trowa shot up as the doorknob turned from the inside. The quickly backed away from the portal and stood up, trying to cover the obvious wet spots in front of their pants – tell-tale signs of their passions in hearing Heero and Duo’s ‘performance’.
Immerging sweaty and disheveled, Heero and Duo exchanged glances as they awkwardly greeted their fellow pilots. Duo spied the dark splotches on the front of their pants. He tried not to grin too much as he wondered what kinds of activity he and Heero *juuuust* missed.
Heero crossed the threshold close behind the braided boy in an overprotective way.
The two of them looked like cats that had just swallowed large pheasants. As they rounded the corner and out of sight, Quatre sighed, leaned against the wall, and slid back down to the floor.
Trowa coughed into his hand and, blushing furiously, denied any eye-contact with the blonde boy.
“Let’s not tell Wufei…”
“Yeah… good idea…”
Quatre sat in a heap with Trowa standing a meter away for a full two minutes.
“Wanna give it a try?”
“Bring it on, Little One.”
They turned around and eyed each other from head to toe and back again. Grabbing his sweat-cloth, Quatre racing to the basketball courts with an newly aroused Trowa right behind him.
Two flights up, in their shared bedroom, Duo sat on his bed brushing his hair.
“I really wanted to thank you for earlier…” he began.
“Don’t worry about it Duo. I just hoped you wouldn’t go too fast that you’d be uncomfortable…”
“Meh, you know me. I’m always willing to try new things. What can I say? I’m adventurous.”
Heero laughed a rich laugh. “Give me a break!”
“Oy! Maybe it wasn’t a big deal to you, Mr. ‘Oh-So-Experienced’, but I’m damn proud of myself!”
“Yeah, I guess you should be. I mean, after all, it was your first time riding a bike!”
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