Warnings: language
Paiings: 3xM, 3xMx5
Group Work
Group projects, on the whole, were a complete waste of time.
Wufei could still remember the FIRST group project he had ever been assigned: he had been in first grade, had been paired up with two perfect blond children and instructed to work with them to build a castle and the results had been disastrous. They had wanted ramparts and Disney; he had insisted on sky wells and the Forbidden City. It had ended with all three of them needing stitches and Wufei's parents deciding that he would do better in a Montessori school environment.
This particular group project promised to be just as dangerous, just as disastrous as THAT one had been.
At least it wasn't as asinine - it was a research project for his Non-Western Settlements course and, since the upper level Architecture course was his favorite this semester, the instructor, Treize, the most intimidating and brilliant man Wufei had ever encountered, Wufei had actually been looking FORWARD to the project until Treize added the words, "I will assign your groups a topic."
The trouble the REAL trouble, aside from the fact that, even after sixteen years, Wufei still did not play nicely with others, was WHO he had been assigned to work with.
Wufei almost would have preferred those two WASPs from his childhood to the two students who, after Treize had paired them off, gathered up their bags and moved over to his corner of the studio.
Meilin Long, a girl whose glare was as fierce as her tongue was sharp, who dressed in severe black and white almost every day and always looked prepared to attend a funeral or carry out an assassination.
Trowa Barton, a boy whose piercing green eyes were half hidden by a fall of auburn hair and who seemed perpetually amused by something but uninclined to let anyone else in on the joke.
They were, without a doubt, the sexiest individuals Wufei had ever encountered.
To say that they were distracting was an understatement.
He had had courses with them before - two with Trowa, three with Meilin - but had never spoken to them, never done more than look at them over the rims of his unfashionable glasses and wonder what it would feel like to be worthy of their attention.
He had seen them together once, working late in one of the studios on scale models for a class he hadn't been taking, had watched them pass glue and Exacto knives back and forth without looking up. Had watched Meilin stop and stretch, watched her lean over and whisper something in Trowa's ear that had him turning a knowing smirk in her direction and run his thumb over her dark red lips. Had watched Meilin lean close and put those lips over Trowa's, watched Trowa haul her into his lap and Wufei, sitting at a computer terminal across the room, the only other person in the studio, had felt like an insignificant pervert.
He had awkwardly, angrily cleared his throat when Barton's hands pushed Meilin's skirt up to expose her strong, pale thighs and they had broken apart, had both turned to him with cocked eyebrows and Wufei had shoved his belongings into his bag and stormed out.
And so, NOW, when they sat on either side of him and Meilin casually took the pen from his hand and begin to outline their project on HIS notebook, while Trowa propped his chin on his hand and reached over Wufei to tap at the paper between them, he couldn't help but feel like this would all end in a disaster far, far worse than a parent teacher conference and seven stitches.
-o-
Late nights of horrible pizza, of Trowa showing up late to group meetings because of his job, of Meilin making catty remarks when she got too tired, of Wufei unable to form coherent words when the coffee wore off, had meant that, by the time they met the night before their project was due, Wufei knew the other two far better than he had ever expected to. Far better than he had ever dreamed of.
He knew what music they liked - knew that Trowa thought Meilin's obsession with Hamilton was adorable to the point that he purposely set her up with lines to encourage her to drop in a lyric from the musical. He knew that Trowa was ticklish, especially his sides, and he knew that Meilin used that knowledge to her advantage whenever she thought Trowa was too serious or too cranky. He knew that the biggest argument they had had in recent months was over the fact that Trowa was Team IronMan and Meilin was Team Cap. He knew that they were completely shameless and uninhibited when it came to their relationship. While there was no outright groping, they both touched each other in casual, constant ways that drew Wufei's attention to them. A press of their shoulders, a hand on the small of the back, a tap of their knees together, a quick, careless kiss on the top of the head.
It was maddening, to be the silent observer of such perfection, to see the seamless way they worked together, joked and fought, to see the moments when their brains turned towards sex, tipped lips and hooded eyes and flushed cheeks.
But it wasn't until that last night, so late that not only were they the only students left in the studio but that the hall lights were dark and even the janitors long gone, that Wufei broke.
He was sitting at the computer, clicking through the assembled slides, Meilin to his right and Trowa leaning over them from behind.
Trowa reached out and tapped the screen, pointed out a typo and Wufei, in the process of fixing it, thought of a better way to introduce the topic and changed the title heading.
"Nice," Meilin said and carelessly squeezed his thigh.
Wufei swallowed hard, looked down to see her pale hand resting on his jeans and even though clothing separated them, he felt as though her touch was burning into his skin.
He held himself rigidly still, waiting for her to move away, but she didn't and he turned his attention back to the screen and continued through the presentation.
When he reached the end, Trowa gave his shoulders a squeeze.
"Good work. We should ace this."
"At the very least, our presentation will be more professional than whatever nonsense Duo comes up with," Meilin snorted. She leaned back in her chair, finally moving her hand away, and Wufei breathed a sigh of relief.
"Remember the interpretive dance he used when he had to give that presentation on Roman aqueducts in Intro?" Trowa asked and they both nodded.
"Idiot," Meilin said, but her voice was fond. Intro had been a waste of time - the professor nearly seventy and the only thing keeping him from getting fired was his tenure.
"So… would it be presumptuous of us to celebrate?" Trowa suggested.
"Celebrate being better than Duo?" Wufei asked, turning in his chair to arch an eyebrow at Trowa. "Wouldn't that become a daily occurrence?"
Trowa's lips quirked.
"I actually meant we should celebrate finally finishing this project."
"Oh." That didn't sound presumptuous at all and Wufei frowned. "How were you planning on celebrating?"
Trowa shrugged one shoulder, looked at Meilin instead of Wufei.
"A drink - Freakin Frog is still open - or, you know, the way Meilin and I usually celebrate momentous occasions."
Heero looked between them in confusion and waited for one of them to elaborate.
"He means sex," Meilin said with a roll of her dark eyes. "Trowa is trying in his oh so subtle way to ask you if you want to come over to his apartment and let him fuck you."
"Oh."
Wufei didn't know what to say, didn't know what to think. His brain was finding it almost impossible to put any meaning to those words.
"What… what about you?"
Meilin lifted her brows. "What about me?"
"You… you want Trowa to… fuck me?" Wufei found himself blushing, found himself having to fist his hands at his sides in an effort to NOT reach up and adjust his glasses in the same nervous habit he had had since he was a child.
"If you do, yeah." She gave him a bright smile, full of teeth and promise. "Of course, if you wanted Trowa to fuck you while YOU fucked me, I'd want that even more."
All of the blood left Wufei's head and rushed straight to his groin. All of the saliva left his mouth and disappeared to god only knew where. All rational thought left his brain and vanished into the ether.
"Well?" Trowa prompted. "Interested?"
Wufei could only nod, but it seemed to be enough for them.
"Good." Meilin stood up. "Pack up your things and let's go. Trowa's ONLY be fantasizing about this since we first saw you and as much fun as I've had listening to him talk about just how he wants to bend you over and shove his cock up your ass while he fingers me, I'm ready for more than just his words and me imagining how good your cock will feel."
