~ ~ ~
The answer was simple enough, wasn't it? The two pilots sat in
silence after that final statement, until they reached the estate,
which was odd, because it seemed closer than it should, but they were
there all the same. Wordlessly the two exited the car, and were
immediately tackled by Quatre, who launched himself at the two the
second they hit the pavement of the driveway.
"You're here!!!"
Duo smiled widely and hugged the smallest of the pilots, Quatre
reaching a mere 5'6", but he was still as kawaii and innocent as
ever. Duo stood back and grinned, sizing up the blonde, before
reaching forward and pinching his cheek.
"Oh, look at my little boy!!!" Duo said with a mock New Jersey
accent. "He's getting so big, how old are you now bibi?"
Quatre mock pouted then grinned, Trowa approaching, suppressing
laughter as he embraced Wufei.
"How are you Wufei?"
"Good-good, and you?"
"Very well thank you."
Moments later the two switched, Duo hugging Trowa, and Quatre was
pasted to Wufei, grinning happily, then grabbing a chunk of loose
hair.
"I like it Wu-kun!"
Wufei smiled, grinning down at the innocent blonde, and then
receiving another hug. Duo, caught up in the moment, hurled himself
at Wufei, nearly tackling the Chinese man and knocking them both to
the ground. Wufei's arms had tightened around the braided pilot in an
attempt to regain some balance, but that attempt was a failure, a
miserable one at that. Duo smiled, his nose touching Wufei's as he
smiled widely.
"Sorry, got caught up in the whole moment." Duo stated simply, his
arms snug around Wufei's waist.
"Hey, this is kinda comfy, ne Wu?"
Wufei growled, but the blush rising to his cheeks deceived him. Duo's
breath tickled his lips, and the usually stoic pilot was fighting the
urge to brush his lips to Duo's, but growled again, not just to Duo,
but to his own weakness.
"Maxwell, would you please…" The clicking of a camera interrupted
Wufei. Both Duo and Wufei turned their heads towards Quatre, who was
video recording, and Trowa who was taking a series of pictures.
"Hey! So you guys want a show or somethin'?"
Quatre giggled and nodded with the camera and Trowa continued to take
pictures.
"Man, you guys are weird…" Duo said with a large grin. He then leaned
his face next to Wufei's ear and whispered, causing the Chinese boy
to shudder a bit.
"Just play along Fei-Chan…"
Wufei's eyes widened and he gasped as Duo rocked his hips forward.
Quatre also gasped, continuing to role and Trowa was tilting his head
to the side as he tried to get new angles to shoot. Duo grinned
against Wufei's neck and brought himself up to kiss the shocked pilot
who laid still for a few moments before losing he battle against his
conscience and pressing his lips intently forward. Lost in the kiss,
both Duo and Wufei began to rock into each other, grinding their hips
at constant intervals. If Wufei had been watching instead of
participating in this `show' his nose would have cleanly exploded off
of his face, but he wasn't focusing on that at the present moment. He
was involved, too involved. Reluctantly the Chinese man lifted his
arms and pushed Duo away, shooting a soul-shaking glare towards the
cameras, which momentarily melted to one of pure sadness, that being
captured by Trowa. Quatre stepped back and gasped as he shut off the
film, but the one who looked the most shocked was Duo. Briefly, a
flash of utter heart shattering mauled his features, being covered
with a sort of smile, that look also being caught by Trowa before he
let the camera hang from his neck. Wufei scrambled to his feet,
glaring if not worse than Heero, and diving back into the limo,
locking the doors from the inside. Luckily for him the driver had
flitted off to the mansion, and Wufei was set to lean into the empty
embrace of the leather seats.
Tentatively, the young Chinese man slipped his left hand into his
pants, running his fingers lightly over the erect flesh, but nearly
yelped as Duo pressed his face to the glass, staring right at the
pilot.
"Damn it, I cant see a thing!" Duo said as he peered into the cabin
of the car. Wufei paused for a moment, blinking wide Onyx eyes at the
braided man, but smirked, remembering that the glass was only one
sided, so he could see outside but they couldn't see inside. The
Chinese pilot began to stroke faster, watching the object of his
affection walk, frustrated outside around the car. He moaned softly
as his eyes captured the innocent and unconscious sway in the braided
boy's step. Wufei rose his hips at each thrust of his hand, squeezing
his eyes shut as he dreamt of rocking into the braided man. Coming
almost violently with a shuddering cry, Wufei hadn't noticed the
three faces pressed against the glass.
"Holy shit!!! What's going on!! WUFEI?! Are you okay?!"
Panting, the Chinese man slid himself back into his pants and smirked
at the three pilots.
"Gomen Du-Chan…"
~ ~ ~
The answer was simple enough, wasn't it? The two pilots sat in
silence after that final statement, until they reached the estate,
which was odd, because it seemed closer than it should, but they were
there all the same. Wordlessly the two exited the car, and were
immediately tackled by Quatre, who launched himself at the two the
second they hit the pavement of the driveway.
"You're here!!!"
Duo smiled widely and hugged the smallest of the pilots, Quatre
reaching a mere 5'6", but he was still as kawaii and innocent as
ever. Duo stood back and grinned, sizing up the blonde, before
reaching forward and pinching his cheek.
"Oh, look at my little boy!!!" Duo said with a mock New Jersey
accent. "He's getting so big, how old are you now bibi?"
Quatre mock pouted then grinned, Trowa approaching, suppressing
laughter as he embraced Wufei.
"How are you Wufei?"
"Good-good, and you?"
"Very well thank you."
Moments later the two switched, Duo hugging Trowa, and Quatre was
pasted to Wufei, grinning happily, then grabbing a chunk of loose
hair.
"I like it Wu-kun!"
Wufei smiled, grinning down at the innocent blonde, and then
receiving another hug. Duo, caught up in the moment, hurled himself
at Wufei, nearly tackling the Chinese man and knocking them both to
the ground. Wufei's arms had tightened around the braided pilot in an
attempt to regain some balance, but that attempt was a failure, a
miserable one at that. Duo smiled, his nose touching Wufei's as he
smiled widely.
"Sorry, got caught up in the whole moment." Duo stated simply, his
arms snug around Wufei's waist.
"Hey, this is kinda comfy, ne Wu?"
Wufei growled, but the blush rising to his cheeks deceived him. Duo's
breath tickled his lips, and the usually stoic pilot was fighting the
urge to brush his lips to Duo's, but growled again, not just to Duo,
but to his own weakness.
"Maxwell, would you please…" The clicking of a camera interrupted
Wufei. Both Duo and Wufei turned their heads towards Quatre, who was
video recording, and Trowa who was taking a series of pictures.
"Hey! So you guys want a show or somethin'?"
Quatre giggled and nodded with the camera and Trowa continued to take
pictures.
"Man, you guys are weird…" Duo said with a large grin. He then leaned
his face next to Wufei's ear and whispered, causing the Chinese boy
to shudder a bit.
"Just play along Fei-Chan…"
Wufei's eyes widened and he gasped as Duo rocked his hips forward.
Quatre also gasped, continuing to role and Trowa was tilting his head
to the side as he tried to get new angles to shoot. Duo grinned
against Wufei's neck and brought himself up to kiss the shocked pilot
who laid still for a few moments before losing he battle against his
conscience and pressing his lips intently forward. Lost in the kiss,
both Duo and Wufei began to rock into each other, grinding their hips
at constant intervals. If Wufei had been watching instead of
participating in this `show' his nose would have cleanly exploded off
of his face, but he wasn't focusing on that at the present moment. He
was involved, too involved. Reluctantly the Chinese man lifted his
arms and pushed Duo away, shooting a soul-shaking glare towards the
cameras, which momentarily melted to one of pure sadness, that being
captured by Trowa. Quatre stepped back and gasped as he shut off the
film, but the one who looked the most shocked was Duo. Briefly, a
flash of utter heart shattering mauled his features, being covered
with a sort of smile, that look also being caught by Trowa before he
let the camera hang from his neck. Wufei scrambled to his feet,
glaring if not worse than Heero, and diving back into the limo,
locking the doors from the inside. Luckily for him the driver had
flitted off to the mansion, and Wufei was set to lean into the empty
embrace of the leather seats.
Tentatively, the young Chinese man slipped his left hand into his
pants, running his fingers lightly over the erect flesh, but nearly
yelped as Duo pressed his face to the glass, staring right at the
pilot.
"Damn it, I cant see a thing!" Duo said as he peered into the cabin
of the car. Wufei paused for a moment, blinking wide Onyx eyes at the
braided man, but smirked, remembering that the glass was only one
sided, so he could see outside but they couldn't see inside. The
Chinese pilot began to stroke faster, watching the object of his
affection walk, frustrated outside around the car. He moaned softly
as his eyes captured the innocent and unconscious sway in the braided
boy's step. Wufei rose his hips at each thrust of his hand, squeezing
his eyes shut as he dreamt of rocking into the braided man. Coming
almost violently with a shuddering cry, Wufei hadn't noticed the
three faces pressed against the glass.
"Holy shit!!! What's going on!! WUFEI?! Are you okay?!"
Panting, the Chinese man slid himself back into his pants and smirked
at the three pilots.
"Gomen Du-Chan…"
~ ~ ~