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"The Road Not Taken"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: angst, language, yaoi Pairings: 2x3, 1x5, 3x4, past 1x3 Summary: Sometimes we live our lives following one road because we never consider another. Trowa Barton has the misfortune to answer the classified of a straight Duo Maxwell. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "The Road Not Taken " Chapter 13 "Give me my sin again." Trowa looked up from his notepad to find his face directly level with a blue, bulging crotch. With a sigh, he raised his gaze to see the rest of Quatre, a teasing smirk on his face. "Your costume?" Trowa hazarded. Quatre inclined his head and then struck a pose, thrusting his crotch closer to Trowa's face in the process. "What do you think? I had to do a last minute fitting before we start tech and I couldn't not let you see me like this. Remember the last time Cathy put me in a body suit? For Midsummer?" As if Trowa would ever forget. Seeing Quatre like in a similar, body hugging costume now brought back all of the memories of that night years ago that Trowa wished he could forget. "I remember," he finally said. Quatre sighed dramatically and sat down next to Trowa. "Why are you being like this? Don't act like you're some wounded, innocent virgin that I corrupted." "I'm not acting like that," Trowa snapped. Quatre arched an eyebrow. "Really? Then explain why you avoid me completely - you never talk to me and whenever I try to talk to you - you run away or just sit there and glare at me or you ignore me." "What do we even have to talk about, Quatre? All we ever had in common before was sex - and we don't have that anymore." "We still have our work - and I'm certainly still willing to have sex." "I'm with someone." "You were with someone before and it didn't stop you," Quatre pointed out. Trowa clenched his jaw against the immediate desire to verbally lash out at Quatre. "I love him," Trowa finally said. Quatre stared at him in silence for a long moment and then sighed. "Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service." Trowa shook his head, unwilling to play this game anymore. "No. We went down that path, Quatre - we took that road and it led us nowhere." "Because you turned around," Quatre muttered. "Quatre, I don't know what you want from me - you don't even want me most of the time." "I always want you, Trowa." "Quatre -" "Fine. Cathy wants me to try out the trap in this costume to make sure it doesn't catch on anything. Can you at least tolerate me for the five minutes it will take you to show me how to use the damn thing?" Trowa sighed. "Of course." He sat down his notebook and stood. Quatre followed him up onto the stage and Trowa wove his way through the ship wreckage that made up the set for The Tempest. He led Quatre up a ladder to the highest deck of the ship, into which a trap door had been built so that Ariel could disappear. "The bodysuit shouldn't catch on anything," Trowa told Quatre. "The opening has been sanded down pretty well and the landing is cushioned. Quatre nodded. "I figured as much." "Do you want me to go first?" Trowa offered when Quatre didn't immediately jump down the trap. He knew that Quatre wasn't the best with heights, and jumping down into a dark hole for the first time was bound to be intimidating for him. Quatre nodded, a look of anxiety marring his fair features. Trowa nodded. "You know what to do. Just focus on the center and step in. Keep your hands and feet tight and don't stiffen your knees when you land. It's nowhere near as long of a drop as the one we made for Dracula last year. You'll be down at the bottom before you even realize it." "Without a broken neck?" "Of course without a broken neck. Just because I don't want you in my bed anymore doesn't mean I want you dead. Do you have any idea how much paperwork is involved in a lawsuit involving dead actors?" The weak joke earned him a weak smile in return. Trowa looked down at the open trap, picked a spot in the center to aim for, and then jumped down. It was only a few heartbeats later when he landed on the pile of mattresses down in the trap room. He started to roll off, but an instant later Quatre's solid weight landed on top of him. Trowa's left shoulder took the brunt of the impact and he couldn't stop himself from cursing at the sudden, jarring pain. "Fucking hell!" Quatre rolled away in an instant. "Shit. I am so sorry - I wasn't thinking - I should have waited for you to say you were clear and -" "You're damn right you should have." Trowa pulled himself up to his feet and rolled his shoulder experimentally. It hurt like hell, but nothing felt broken. "You could have broken my neck." "I know! I'm so sorry! Here - can I help?" Quatre reached out to him but Trowa stepped back. "Just leave it, Quatre. I'm fine." "Are you sure?" Quatre was genuinely concerned, but that did little to alleviate the pain and frustration Trowa felt. "Yes," he finally said. "Just - go up and practice the trap a few more times or you're going to freak yourself out. I'll stand over here and watch." Quatre looked at him for a long moment, concern in his eyes, but then he sighed and walked out of the trap room. It was only a moment later when Quatre's voice called down. "All clear?" Trowa wanted to roll his eyes. Now he cared about safety. "All clear," he shouted. A moment later, Quatre landed on the pile of mattresses. "That feels a lot better when your bony ass isn't there," Quatre said as he stood up, an uneasy smile on his face. Trowa wanted to hold onto his anger, but he just couldn't - not when Quatre looked at him like that. "Please. If anyone around here has a bony ass it's you," he shot back and Quatre smirked. "One more time," Trowa suggested and nodded towards the trap. Quatre sighed. "I guess I should be grateful we didn't have the budget for flying effects - at least throwing myself down a dark hole isn't as damned terrifying as having to fly forty feet into the air." "I hear the Horizon is planning on doing Peter Pan next season - sure you don't want to audition?" Quatre glared. "Never, in a million years, will I be in that musical." Trowa smirked. He, like Quatre, had a list of shows he absolutely wanted nothing to do with, and while he didn't particularly like musicals, Quatre hated them with a passion, and Peter Pan was at the top of that list. He watched Quatre jump through the trap once more before he made his escape and went in search of an ice pack. He found one in the green room and wrapped it up in a towel before heading back out to the house. He returned to his seat and then wedged the ice pack between the seat back and his left shoulder, hoping the cold would soon numb his skin. "What the hell happened to you?" Heero asked when he joined him a few minutes later. "Quatre," Trowa muttered. Heero arched an eyebrow, but for once seemed willing to let something drop. Instead he merely passed Trowa a bag of peanut M&Ms. Trowa accepted them with a sigh and then settled in, mentally preparing himself for ten hours of anxiety. -o- It was just after midnight when Trowa called, rousing Duo from a light sleep. "Hey," Duo said, feeling inexplicably guilty about sleeping when Trowa had been working. "How are you feeling?" "Sore and tired. My shoulder hurts but it's not that big of a deal. I'm just old." Duo refrained from going in for an easy kill. "Still up for a massage?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it. Trowa had called him earlier on his dinner break and had sounded miserable. Duo had managed to wheedle the story of Quatre and the trap disaster out of him and offered to give Trowa a massage that night once his tech was over. Trowa had sounded pretty enthusiastic about the offer, and Duo had immediately started planning ahead. When he was in college he had taken an elective course in massage therapy - at the time it had seemed like an easy A and a great skill to learn for impressing women. While the class had definitely not been an easy course, it had given Duo plenty of opportunities over the years to show off his skills and had definitely helped him win points with his girlfriends. While he was perfectly happy to actually give Trowa a massage - a thorough one that relaxed him completely and worked out his stress - Duo honestly couldn't think of a better way to try to show Trowa that he was interested in anal sex. Ever since his run in with Wufei more than a week ago, Duo had slowly been working his way up to the point where he felt he could finally do this without ruining it. The chance to have Trowa naked and oiled up seemed to perfect an opportunity to pass up - so he had gone to the store and searched for the perfect water based massage oil that could also double as a lubricant before spending the rest of the evening cleaning his apartment and washing his sheets. "It's late," Trowa said, and Duo fought against his disappointment, "if you're tired I can just go home and -" "No," Duo interrupted him. "I'm not tired at all. Come over, let me take care of you." "I'd appreciate that," Trowa said. He sounded just tired enough that Duo felt a moment of guilt. He did want to take care of Trowa and make him feel better - but he also really wanted sex. He decided to see where Trowa stood after the massage. If he was too tired, then Duo would simply come up with another plan for another day. It was another ten minutes before Trowa arrived at the apartment, and in that time Duo changed into a pair of light cotton shorts and a t-shirt. He wanted to be comfortable and he didn't want to make this too obviously about sex right away. Trowa smiled at him when he opened the door, and he looked tired and the tightness around his eyes conveyed a fair amount of pain. "Shit, Tro, you look awful," Duo said before he could think to stop himself. Trowa's lips twisted into a smirk. "He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, nor nothing else with his proud sight agrees," Trowa quoted Twelfth Night and Duo felt a moment of guilt. "I only meant -" he started to say, but Trowa kissed him. "I know," Trowa assured him once they had parted. "And I appreciate the concern." Duo took Trowa's coffee mug from him and his bag, setting the bag by the couch and taking the coffee mug to the kitchen to rinse out. Trowa had stayed over often enough at this point that Duo had gotten into the habit of rinsing out his coffee mug while the other man settled in. It was weirdly domestic, but Duo found it comforting, thinking about Trowa settling into his home while he cleaned the mug. His task done, he went in search of Trowa, and wasn't surprised to find him already in the bed, stripped down to his boxer briefs and laying on his stomach. For a minute Duo wondered if he was already asleep. "If you want a massage you're going to have to lose the boxers," Duo instructed, "I don't want to get stuff all over them and besides, they cut into your circulation." Trowa sighed and rolled over to pull them off, giving Duo a look. "You just want to get me naked," he suggested and Duo smirked back at him. "Always," he assured Trowa. "Now roll over and get comfortable. He grabbed the tube of Durex 2 in 1 massage oil and lubricant from the nightstand and flipped open the cap. He was glad that Trowa was already naked and face down on the bed - it might be a bit complicated to explain why Duo is using that as a massage oil instead of something else. Duo spread a generous amount of the thick, clear gel on his right palm before closing the tube and putting it down on the bed beside Trowa's waist, keeping it in easy reach so that he could add more as the massage proceeded. He rubbed his hands together, warming and spreading the gel, and then moved lower to straddle Trowa's hips so that he could easily reach his entire back. He started off with Trowa's shoulders and worked at the tense muscles, trying to ease him into relaxation. He heard Trowa hiss in what could have been pain or pleasure, and when Duo applied more pressure Trowa groaned slightly before he could catch himself. Clearly, in addition to the pain in his shoulders, he was also very tense and his muscles had been needing this kind of attention for quite a while. Duo took his time, working his way down Trowa's back and his hips, taking his time to focus on problem areas. After an hour of deep, concentrated massaging, Duo could feel how much tension Trowa's body had released. His back was hot to the touch, but now when Duo kneaded his flesh he was moaning in pleasure instead of groaning at the pain of working through knotted flesh. He added more of the massage oil to his hands and sat back on his heels, trying to take most of his weight off of Trowa's thighs. "Are you still awake?" He asked lightly. If Trowa was asleep then Duo did not want to wake him, and judging by Trowa's deep, even breathing, there was every chance the older man had surrendered to his exhaustion. "Yes," Trowa answered, his voice soft and gravely against the pillow. He sounded like a contented cat, and he even stretched a little, squirming between Duo's legs as he tried for more contact. "Definitely relaxed, though. Thank you. I really needed that." He started to turn over and Duo allowed him, sitting up on his knees so that Trowa could roll onto his back but still straddling him. He was more than a little gratified to see that Trowa was half-hard and he wondered if it was just a reaction to having his naked body touched or if it was more directly tied to Duo's stimulation of him. "Well, I wasn't really done yet," Duo and held up his lube covered hands. "I'm sorry, I - you really don't mind doing more?" Duo had to grin at that. Trowa clearly had no idea what Duo had planned for this evening, and it wasn't as if he was trying to offer Duo an opening, but it was too perfect not to take it. "Actually I'd mind it if we didn't do more," he murmured and lowered his hands to Trowa's strong thighs. The other man shivered at the feel of the gel, warm but still alien, on his skin. "Do you want me to roll back over?" Trowa asked, and the look in his eyes made it clear that he was rapidly catching on to Duo's future plans. Well, at least part of them. "Nah," Duo assured him, digging his fingers firmly into Trowa's thighs and enjoying the way Trowa's breath hitched at the sensation. "I think your back has had enough attention for now. Something else is looking a little neglected, though," he said and gave Trowa's hardening erection a significant look. Trowa arched an eyebrow. "Your massage class included lessons on giving happy endings?" He asked. Duo smirked. "Nope. But I guess you could say I've been taking a kind of independent study recently, so I haven't been graded or anything on any of this stuff... I've just been practicing on my own..." Trowa smirked. "Are you asking for my feedback?" Duo shrugged one shoulder. "Yeah," he decided. He knew that Trowa was still just joking, but considering Duo's plans, he needed to make sure Trowa told him if he was doing something wrong. "Do you mind? Telling me how it feels - what you want?" He couldn't quite keep the anxiety out of his voice and Trowa started to frown slightly. Duo gave him a crooked grin. "You know how much it turns me on when you talk during sex," he told Trowa and the other man smirked back. Duo moved off the bed. "Spread your legs some and let me sit between them," he instructed Trowa, who complied, opening his legs wide and giving Duo a likely unintentional view of his real goal for tonight: the dark, tight ring of muscle nestled between Trowa's firm ass cheeks. He swallowed hard, feeling arousal and anxiety in equal measure, and climbed between Trowa's legs and settled back on his heels. "Are you cold?" Duo asked, taking in Trowa's already peaked nipples. "No," Trowa assured him, "I'm just really ready for you to start on this experimental frontal massage you hinted at." Duo had to grin at the growl in Trowa's voice. He loved it when Trowa's calm composure broke when they intimate. He loved knowing he could do this to Trowa, and he set to work, intent on giving his lover as much pleasure as he possibly could. He ran his hands over the insides of Trowa's thighs and the body beneath him shivered. Duo applied more pressure, but skirted past the nest of dark curls and the jutting erection and continued up Trowa's torso, lightly across his ticklish abdomen, and then tweaked Trowa's nipples, applying just enough pressure to cause Trowa to hiss in pain even while he arched into the touch. He had noticed several times now that Trowa enjoyed the kind of pleasure that was just this side of being painful, and he wondered just why Trowa wasn't into BDSM. It was clear that he liked the pain and he had demonstrated repeatedly that he thoroughly enjoyed letting Duo take charge of him, his body, and their sex. He thought about it more as he played with Trowa, alternating between teasing his nipples and his thighs, and decided that this, like so many other things, probably had more to do with Quatre than with Trowa. Duo had a hard time seeing Quatre keen on taking a dominant position with Trowa, and even he knew that a fair amount of his attraction to Trowa - as a friend and a lover - were because he seemed so calm and in control of things. But Duo liked wrestling that control away - at least he did now that he felt like he knew what he was doing. That last thought brought him back to the present. He knew, in theory, what he wanted to do next. He had even practiced some of this on himself, but this was Trowa - experienced, sensual, amazing Trowa - and Duo really didn't want to fuck this up. "How does it feel?" Duo asked Trowa. The other man glared at him. "It feels like I'm being tortured, Duo," he said. "You know what I want you to do and you're not doing it." Duo had to smirk at the slightly petulant tone in Trowa's voice. "Well, maybe I know what you want me to do, but maybe I don't - why don't you tell me?" "I want you to touch my dick," Trowa said, adding in an upwards thrust of his hips to emphasize his point. "I dunno..." Duo ran his hands into the edges of Trowa's neatly trimmed pubic hair, tugging just a little, and Trowa arched upwards again. Duo could see the glisten of precum on the head of Trowa's cock and he felt his mouth water at the sight. Amazing to think that three months ago he had never entertained the idea of putting a cock in his mouth and that now the sight of that glistening bead of precum had him practically licking his lips. "Duo, please," Trowa begged and that was all Duo needed - the sound of Trowa desperate and aroused and saying his name - and he was able to muster his confidence. He used his left hand to loosely grip Trowa's shaft and gave a long tug, earning a moan of ecstasy from Trowa. Duo used his other hand to play with Trowa's nipples more, but he kept his grip light and his pace slow, wanting to draw this out and build up Trowa's pleasure as much as he could. It wasn't long before Trowa was arching up to meet his hand, angling his hips forward and clearly hoping for more pressure. "What do you want?" He asked Trowa and he had to kiss Trowa when his unfocused, lust filled green eyes latched onto him. He explored the hot cavern of Trowa's mouth, now so familiar to him, but still so exciting that each kiss felt like their first, as though they were experiencing some new sensation together. When he pulled away Trowa looked even more unfocused and Duo could tell that even though he wasn't giving Trowa the pressure or the rhythm he preferred, he still had the other man close to orgasm. "I want you to suck me off," Trowa said. That had been what Duo was hoping for. "Are you sure?" He tightened his grip and gave a hard tug on Trowa's cock and the other man closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. Duo used the momentary distraction to grab the lube contained and move it down to rest by his knees, out of Trowa's sight and within easy access for Duo. "Yes," Trowa breathed, though it was clear he wasn't dissatisfied with Duo's hand anymore. But Duo happily obliged him, after all he had been wanting to have Trowa's cock in his mouth since he had come up with this plan earlier that afternoon, and he laved at the head of Trowa's cock, teasing him. Trowa exhaled sharply when Duo pressed the tip of his tongue against the small slit and then drew in a loud, deep breath when Duo opened his mouth and tried to swallow all of him down. He was learning how to take more of Trowa's cock into his mouth at once, learning how to work him deeper and longer, but he was still unable to deepthroat him and still unsure about letting Trowa fuck his mouth freely the way Trowa encouraged Duo to do with him. Besides, tonight his focus was going to be split, and he didn't think it was the right time to try to work past his gag reflex and safely finger Trowa. So he used his mouth languidly, easing Trowa back from the brink of orgasm and applying just enough pressure and suction to keep him on edge. As he did so, Duo continued to play with Trowa's nipples with his left hand but squirted a large dollop of lube onto the fingers of his right. He rubbed his fingers together, warming the gel, and then slowly, gently started to massage Trowa's balls. The other man opened his legs even more, likely out of some instinct for more contact, but it certainly helped Duo reach his goal. He ran his fingers down to Trowa's perineum, and this was his first purposeful move in that direction. He hadn't exactly avoided that area, or Trowa's ass, in the past, but aside from squeezing his ass cheeks or being sloppy when he touched Trowa's balls, he had stayed away from this area. It was instantly clear that his efforts to distract Trowa with the blow job had failed. He could feel Trowa's entire body tense and he pulled his hand and mouth away, suddenly worried that this had been a really, really bad idea. "Duo?" Trowa asked, some of the sharpness of his clear eyes back. "Trowa?" He tried to respond lightly, echoing the questioning tone. He was struck by the sudden idea that maybe Trowa didn't want Duo to touch him like that. Maybe he had missed his chance with all of his protestations about the pain of anal sex? Maybe Trowa, despite his earlier statements to the contrary, really did prefer to top? Or maybe Duo had hurt him? Had he already fucked this up? "Did I hurt you?" He had to ask, the fear of causing Trowa pain speeding up his heart rate. "No. No, it felt really good," Trowa assured him, his eyes searching Duo's face. "Do you want me to stop? Or keep going?" Duo asked him. Trowa took a long while answering. "You said you've been practicing?" He finally asked. Duo nodded. "On myself," he repeated. "So - I could be doing this all wrong. And if you don't want to do this, I totally understand and -" "Duo. I've wanted to do this since the first time I heard your voice on the phone. Do you want to do this?" Duo nodded again. "Yeah. I do. I just - I don't want to hurt you." Trowa sat up then, bending his legs at the knee and Duo was impressed by his core muscle strength, not for the first time. Trowa's new position brought them very close together and Duo had to fight against the urge to lean forward against Trowa and just let him take complete control of this. "Let me see your hands." Duo offered his hands up for inspection and he watched as Trowa ran the pad of his right thumb over the tips of Duo's short, trimmed nails. "I noticed you starting trimming your nails shorter last week," Trowa murmured. Duo nodded. "I didn't want to cut myself or -" He stopped at Trowa's sharp inhale. "You've been fingering yourself?" Trowa asked, his tone strange. "Yeah," Duo said cautiously, "I just - it seemed like a good way to figure out if I could handle it, you know?" Trowa was looking at him strangely. "And you can handle it?" Trowa asked. Duo felt himself blush. "Yeah, I think I can handle it pretty damn well." Trowa arched an eyebrow in question and Duo sighed. "The first time I did it I kind of freaked myself out and I couldn't find my damn prostate but then I calmed down and I found it and..." he still felt embarrassed by this part. "I had no idea I could get off by just doing that." "It's not uncommon," Trowa said, repeating what Wufei had said to him before, but there was a heat and an awareness in Trowa's gaze that made Duo shift forward. "But it's not that common either, to get off just by finger fucking yourself." Duo blushed again, this time at Trowa's words and the heat in his eyes. "Do you?" He asked. Trowa shrugged. "Sometimes, usually a finger or two isn't really enough for me, though." Duo nodded. "That's why I was going down on you - well that and I didn't want to make a big deal out of this and I figured I could just... work my way to it." "You've been planning this all night?" Trowa asked, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. "Ever since I called you and told you about today, haven't you?" Duo offered a rueful smile. "I really did want to give you a massage," he protested, "but I also figured it was a good way to get you naked and in the mood." "Because you need to make plans for either of those," Trowa muttered. "Just say the word, Duo, and I'll be naked and in the mood whenever you want." Duo had to grin. "Like right now?" Trowa nodded. "Yeah. Like now. But what are you in the mood for?" "I... well, I wanted to touch you, to finger fuck you," he added, using Trowa's words, "and I guess if you wanted more I wanted to try more but it's been a while for you, right? And I mean, it took me almost two weeks to work up to a dildo and you've obviously already done this but -" "A dildo?" Trowa's voice sounded strained. "Yeah, I mean Wufei said I could try a butt plug if I was just wondering about the fit of things, you know? But that a dildo would be better for, well, learning how to fuck I guess. Better than a cucumber," Duo added with a smirk as he remembered Trowa's insistence that Duo avoid practicing any kind of sexual acts with produce. "Wait. Wufei told you to get a dildo? When?" "We ran into each other two weeks or so ago - at Criminal Records? - and... I mean... I don't have any gay friends or anything. We started talking and I figured that he wasn't going to try to sabotage me or freak me out like Quatre did so..." Trowa swallowed hard and seemed to be trying to decide what to ask Duo next. "You've used a dildo to fuck yourself?" He finally asked. Duo nodded. "A few times now - it wasn't really all that great the first time, if I'm being really honest, but by now... I mean when I did it this afternoon I'm pretty sure I've got the method down. I don't last all that long if I try to do that and jack off at the same time but -" His words were lost in Trowa's mouth as the other man kissed him, hungrily and passionately, and Duo was momentarily lost himself in the sensation. It was several minutes before Trowa pulled away, and when he did there was a serious expression on his face. "I love you," Trowa said, and it was clear that even though they were in a very intimate position and had been talking about sex, he really meant it. "I love you," Duo responded. Trowa reached out and cradled Duo's jaw in his hands. "You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Duo." He swallowed hard, uncomfortable with the sincerity in Trowa's voice and the softness in his eyes. "I doubt I'm the most amazing person," Duo demurred. "Top ten - maybe top five, but -" "No," Trowa interrupted him with a shake of his head. "No one else compares to you." Trowa held his gaze for long enough that Duo thought back to all of the other people Trowa had met - Heero, Wufei, Quatre. "You know it's the same for me, right?" Duo asked him. "I mean, you've changed my whole life, Tro, and I don't - I love you," he finished, not really knowing what he had planned to say. Trowa kissed him again, some of the intensity of the previous kiss gone, but none of the passion or the need. "Now," Trowa said once he pulled away, "I believe you were in the process of demonstrating your technique?" He laid back and reached down, spreading his ass cheeks apart and then offered Duo a cocky grin. "Where are your condoms?" Duo nodded to the drawer beside Trowa's head and Trowa reached over, grabbed one of the foil wrappers, and set it down beside the bottle of lube. "I wondered why you were using lube instead of straight massage oil," Trowa murmured and Duo flushed, embarrassed at being caught. Of course Trowa had noticed - didn't he notice everything? "Instead of sucking me off," Trowa said, "why don't I keep my own hands busy?" He demonstrated by taking a firm grip on his cock with his right hand and pumping it several times, reviving the hard erection from moments before. "Are you sure?" Duo asked, uncomfortable with the knowledge that he wasn't giving Trowa the full treatment anymore. Trowa nodded. "It will be easier for you to focus on what you're trying, plus, I want to be able to look at your face." Duo nodded in agreement, he liked the idea of being able to look at Trowa too, and it was a little hard to look at Trowa, suck him off, and finger him all at the same time. He started to open the lube again, but Trowa stopped him. "Get undressed, Duo. I don't mind being fucked by someone who is still fully dressed, but not tonight." The mental image those words conjured up had Duo hard instantly. He pictured himself pinning Trowa to the wall of a bathroom stall and fucking him, their pants only down far enough for access to Trowa's ass and Duo's cock and he had to take a deep breath to bring himself back to the present. Duo complied with Trowa's request, quickly stripping out of his clothes. He paused, naked, when he saw Trowa's eyes riveted to his already erect cock. He stroked himself and Trowa's eyes shifted from his groin to his face. "See something you want?" Duo teased him. "Yes," Trowa practically growled and Duo rejoined him on the bed, taking a few moments to grind against him, enjoying the feel of Trowa's hard, lean body and his equally hard cock. He could feel Trowa's hands gripping his hips tightly, urging him closer, and then Trowa's hands moved lower, to Duo's ass, tightening on the cheeks and then, very gently, teasing at the puckered hole buried there. Duo gasped at the sensation and thrust against Trowa again. He had learned how to pleasure himself that way, but the feeling of Trowa touching him was suddenly so much more, so much better, even though it was just light and teasing. "Did you want to - do you want to fuck me instead?" He pulled away from Trowa to ask, his heart pounding with excitement at the thought. He had wanted to top Trowa first, to convince himself that he could do this both ways, but now that Trowa was touching him he really didn't care whose ass would get a cock buried deep in it tonight. "No," Trowa said, "Not tonight. I just... had to tease you a little," he added with a smile. Duo eased back into his previous position, kneeling between Trowa's legs, and he spread more lube on his fingers. "Tell me if I do this wrong, or if it hurts or -" "I will," Trowa told him, "just do whatever you've done to yourself." Trowa reached down, taking hold of his own cock again and stroking himself with a firm, slow rhythm but Duo refused to be distracted by the sight. Instead, he resumed his earlier exploration of Trowa, starting again with his balls and then working his way to Trowa's perineum, pleased that this time Trowa didn't freeze but instead shifted against Duo's hand, clearly wanting more contact. "Is that okay? I know I'm really sensitive there," he told Trowa. "God Duo, you're going to make me come just thinking about you fucking yourself," Trowa breathed. "Yes, it's okay," he added when Duo didn't immediately resume his caressing. Duo applied slightly more pressure, stroking his fingers up and down the flesh between Trowa's anus and his balls and was rewarded with a groan from Trowa and an arch of his hips. Clearly this was okay. He traced the index finger of his right hand lower, over the tight right of muscle and all the way down Trowa's crack until he reached his lower back and then reversed the path, toying with Trowa while at the same time preparing both of them for the next step. He repeated this several times until Trowa's was shifting forward, trying to bring his ass down on Duo's fingers, and Duo had to smirk. "You're such a damned tease," Trowa growled. "Says you," Duo shot back, remembering the way Trowa had touched him just moments before, but he took pity on Trowa and circled his fingers around that dark nexus. He kept his touch light but firm as he ran his fingers around the rim and then gently nudged at the opening with the tip of his index finger, feeling the resistance and letting it push his finger back out. Trowa made an encouraging sound, and Duo could see that his pace had changed, that he was tugging at his cock unsteadily. Another good sign. He eased the tip of his finger back in and Trowa's ass seemed to clench at him, drawing the digit further in and Duo marveled at the tightness, the heat and the almost overwhelming desire to immediately replace his finger with his cock. Trowa was so tight. Duo angled his finger, wiggling it around until he found the bulb of tissue he was searching for and he stroked it with his finger, earning a whimper of pleasure from Trowa. It was an entirely new noise, one that Duo had never heard Trowa make before, and it made his mouth go completely dry. Trowa was looking at him, his eyes unfocused and dark, and Duo could see the need and the trust in his eyes. Duo moved his other hand to Trowa's perineum and starting stroking him, inside and out, and Trowa was soon gasping for breath, his hand fell away from his cock and he reached out, grabbing onto Duo's hips. Duo eased a second finger into Trowa and starting to thrust in and out, shallowly, slowly, careful to nudge his prostate inside and outside. "Jesus Christ, Duo!" "Is it okay?" Duo asked, stopping. "Don't you dare stop!" Duo couldn't help but laugh at the fierce command. "Not even to replace my fingers with something bigger?" He asked, teasing. If Trowa wanted him to just finger fuck him, Duo was perfectly content to do that. The sight of Trowa this out of control, practically writhing on the bed, was the most erotic sight Duo had ever seen. He felt certain that a few more minutes of doing this to Trowa would be almost enough to get him off, if only he could find a way to grind against Trowa's leg or something. "Uhh - yes, please, Duo. I want your cock now." "Are you sure you're ready?" It usually took Duo a little longer to work himself up to taking in the dildo, and he knew the dildo was slimmer than he was. "Yes, please," Trowa repeated and then, clearly deciding to take an active role in this, he fumbled around for the condom and tore open the wrapper. He tried to scoot down on the bed close enough to reach Duo's cock, and Duo obliged, moving his hips to one side so that Trowa could roll the condom down his cock and Duo sighed in pleasure at the sensation of Trowa's hand on him. Trowa squeezed a healthy amount of lube onto his hand and then rubbed it on the head of Duo's cock and Duo groaned. Even through the condom it felt good to have Trowa touching him. "You're sure you're ready?" Duo had to ask again, even as Trowa started guiding him back between his legs. "Duo, if we can agree that you know what you're ready for when we have sex can we please agree that I know what I'm ready for?" Trowa said, and it was clear he was fighting back irritation. Duo removed his fingers from Trowa, deciding that actions were preferable to words at this point, and he nudged against Trowa with his cock. Slowly, Duo eased himself into Trowa, inch by excruciating inch. It was nothing like vaginal sex. Trowa felt so impossibly tight and hot and Duo was positive this had to be hurting him because he didn't see how Trowa could fit all of him inside but then Duo's pelvis bumped against Trowa's ass. "Holy shit," he breathed. "I just - I'm sorry I have to ask, this doesn't hurt?" Trowa shook his head in the negative. "It doesn't hurt, it's just been awhile and you're... not small, Duo," he added with a wry grin. "Just give me a minute to adjust to this." The words did not fill Duo with confidence. He started to pull out. "No," Trowa said, arching up to pull Duo back in, and that feeling had Duo instantly on the brink of orgasm. "Oh Tro, Jesus, Tro - if you do that again I'm not going to last. I'm sorry. You just feel so damned good - you're so tight and hot and - fuck! Tro!" Trowa was arching up against him, clearly adjusted already, and Duo thrust back against him, into him, and they both moaned. "Tro, Tro, please tell me this is okay? Is it good for you? What can I do?" "Keep doing what you're doing, Duo," Trowa told him, his voice strained. "God yes, this is good for me - just keep going." Duo looked at him, holding eye contact as he pulled out slowly, almost all of the way, and then pushed back in. Trowa shuddered and his hands gripped Duo's hips tightly, urging Duo to quicken the pace. "I'm sorry," Duo gasped, feeling his orgasm building. "I'm sorry, I'm not going to last much longer, Tro. You feel so damned good and I - God, Trowa!" He came with what felt like explosive force and it was one of the most intense orgasms of his life, bordering on painful, and his brain seemed to be incapable of thought for a solid minute afterwards. Duo drew in a deep breath and pulled out, slowly, reaching down to make sure the condom stayed on, and he noticed that Trowa was still hard, still leaking. "I'm sorry, I've neglected you again," he panted, still trying to catch his breath. "How do you want to get off, Tro?" Duo slipped off his used condom and tied it off before dropping it over the side of the bed, onto his shirt. He then focused his full attention back on Trowa, laying on top of him and kissing him while at the same time working a hand between their bodies and stroking Trowa hard and fast, the rhythm he knows that Trowa prefers to use on himself. "Do you want my hand?" He asks, pulling away so that he can whisper against Trowa's lips. "My mouth? My ass? Use my body however you need to, Tro. However you want to. I want you to fuck me, Tro - I want to feel you inside me. And I want your cock in my mouth and I want to wrap my hand around you and feel you ready to explode. Just tell me what you want." Trowa gasps and arches upwards, the decision clearly already made, and Duo can feel the hot spill of semen between their bodies. "You've got a dirty mouth," Trowa chastised him once they've both had a moment. "Your fault," Duo said. Trowa arched an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure you came this way," he argued. "Yeah, but it wasn't until you filled my mind with all these dirty fantasies of you that my mouth started to catch up," Duo said. -o- Trowa usually avoided the dressing rooms at the theatre. Once, when he was young and dumb, he had wandered backstage during a final dress rehearsal and offered to help the costume shop out - he would never be that stupid again. What had followed was the most excruciating, nerve wracking experience of his career as he helped sew on buttons, snaps, velco, zippers - it had seemed that everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. So he had learned - don't go near anywhere costumers are likely to be, which meant to keep clear of the dressing rooms as well as the costume shop. Of course, he had broken this rule of his several times in the past - all times when he had come backstage to wait for Quatre after a rehearsal or a show. Some of those times had resulted in sex right there in the dressing room, but most of the time they were able to restrain themselves until they got to one of their cars or apartments. Tonight, as the cast prepared for the final dress rehearsal of The Tempest, Quatre was the furthest thing from Trowa's mind as he walked up to the men's dressing room and knocked. Which of course meant that it was Quatre who opened it, a sunny smile on his face that instantly transformed into a lecherous smirk. He opened the door wider, displaying his almost entirely naked body. As Ariel, Quatre's costume consisted of an airbrushed body suit but he had not yet changed into it and instead stood before Trowa naked except for the nude dance belt that covered his Dick "Well, I haven't had one of these visits in quite a while," Quatre said with a wink. Trowa was amazed at how easy it was for him to dismiss Quatre. "No, I'm actually here to have a word with Wufei," he said and felt a small, petty moment of triumph when Quatre looked crestfallen. The other actor in question approached from his spot near the back of the room. There was apparently some kind of hierarchy to the assignment of stations in a company dressing room. Cathy had explained it to him once, but Trowa hadn't had much interest - he had only wanted to know where he could find Quatre's spot so he could leave him a note, not so he could figure out how important he was. Wufei, unlike Quatre, was already in costume. His costume was also an airbrushed body suit, and it hugged his lean form like a glove. He looked powerful and primal and Trowa was excited for Duo to see Wufei as Caliban. During one of their many conversations over the past months Duo had mentioned that he thought Caliban had gotten a raw deal, and Trowa had agreed. He knew that Duo would be happy with Wufei's interpretation of the character. "Hey," Wufei said and shouldered in front of Quatre, going so far as to take the door handle away and close it behind him, giving the other actors privacy and shutting Quatre out of their conversation. Trowa had to arch an eyebrow at the move. Wufei wasn't exactly subtle at the best of times, but causing dressing room drama was something he always seemed to avoid. "Sorry," Wufei said, his voice tense, "there's only so much of Princess Winner I can take at the moment." "Oh? What happened?" Wufei sighed. "One of the new company members - Ferdinand? - well Quatre's coming onto him pretty strong and the kid is not interested but he's also worried about his job because Quatre's a senior member of the company. It's just the same old bullshit. Used to be I could always point him in your direction and he'd lay off the kids, but these days..." Wufei shrugged. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." And he hadn't. He didn't know what he could do about it exactly, but he could sympathize with the kid. "Doesn't matter. Nothing you can do, unless you want to invite Quatre to join you and Duo in bed - and that's a stupid idea so don't even think about it," Wufei added with a growl. "It honestly never crossed my mind," Trowa assured him. Now that it had he had to admit that the idea had little appeal. He had loved Quatre, had really loved sex with him - but Quatre had no place with him, and certainly not with him and Duo. "Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?" Wufei asked, seeming to shake himself away from Quatre. "Oh, yeah." It had seemed like the right thing to do, on his way to the theatre that afternoon, but now that he was here it felt almost awkward to bring it up. Wufei was staring at him, clearly expectant. The dressing room door opened and Quatre stuck his head out. "They just made the fifteen minute call, Wufei, and you're still not in full makeup," the blonde said and Trowa could feel the anger radiating off Wufei at the words. While Trowa didn't know that much about actors etiquette with each other, he knew enough to know that Quatre was being an asshole. So he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Wufei and hugged him tightly, partly to keep Wufei from trying to punch Quatre, but mostly because it seemed the easiest way to express his gratitude. "Thank you," he said into his ear. "You're an amazing friend." He pulled away and saw that Quatre was glaring and Wufei was staring at him blankly. But then Wufei's expression cleared and he smirked. "So, how was young Mr. Maxwell?" Wufei asked. He crossed his arms. "I told him that you'd be fine going slow his first time - you did, didn't you?" Trowa snorted. "Wufei, I was just along for the ride - he did exactly what he wanted to with me," Trowa said and couldn't help the warm, lustful smile that spread across his face as he remembered last night. "Oh. You finally fucked your straight boyfriend?" Quatre snapped. "It's about damn time. Maybe now you can move on?" Trowa looked over at him. He knew it was petty, knew it was private and none of Quatre's business, but he couldn't walk away from this chance to take him down a notch when it was clear he was being an asshole. "He fucked me, actually. It was his first time, so while he's not quite at Heero's level of finesse," he shared a wink with Wufei, "I'm pretty sure he's going to be the best top I've ever been with." It had the expected result, and Quatre's mouth snapped shut and he slammed the door behind him as he disappeared back into the dressing room. Wufei arched an eyebrow at him. "Really?" Trowa felt stupid and immature. Trowa had been with a lot of different guys, had tried a lot of different things, and while he enjoyed being a top and a bottom, if he had to choose to identify himself as just one, he would say he was a bottom. That had been fine with Heero - who loved to top but sometimes liked to bottom - and with most of the guys Trowa had been with over the years. Quatre, however, just didn't care to top Trowa. He loved to bottom and the two times he had tried to top Trowa he had more or less given up, saying it was too difficult to get Trowa off, and Quatre's refusal to top him had been a recurring theme in their arguments over the years. "I know. That was mean and -" "No," Wufei interrupted him. "You really think he's that good?" Trowa could only grin. "Too bad you're never going to know," Trowa told him and Wufei glared. "But I can't thank you enough for being there for him, for whatever you said to him or helped him with. Thank you." Wufei's glare turned into a confident smirk and then he shrugged. "Don't mention it. Now stop distracting everyone. I've got to finish my fucking makeup," he said the last as he opened the door and walked back into the dressing room. Clearly, the trouble with Quatre would continue.
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