Title: Exercising an Option
Author: Gina Lin Melton Genre: Romance, Adventure Pairings: 5+S, 3+4, 1+2, 13+6, Various Rating: R (maybe a bit NC-17ish this chapter) Warnings: Language, Citrus, Yaoi, AU Archived: S_E updates
Chapter 5
"Yuy is on to me," said Zechs, pacing the wooden floor beside the king- sized bed.
"On to you?" repeated Trieze lazily, looking over the top of the book he was reading.
"He knows I changed my name," said Zechs.
"Oh, is that all?" asked Trieze dismissively.
"Makes me nervous," said Zechs. "He might go poking around further."
"I think he'll be distracted enough by our Duo not to be doing much of anything but having a good time," said Trieze, grinning.
"I noticed that too," said Zechs, relaxing a bit. He flung himself stomach- down onto the foot of the bed.
"Funny, I didn't see Mr. Lawyer quite that way at first," said Trieze, now sniggering a bit. "My mother always warned me to watch out for the quiet ones," he said fondly.
"I'm not that quiet," said Zechs, rolling over and looking up at the skylight in the ceiling.
"I do like you best when you're being rather noisy," said Trieze wickedly, setting aside his book.
"You're trying to distract me, damn you," said Zechs, drawing down his blond brows into a slight frown.
"Is it working?" asked Trieze, rubbing his foot along Zechs bare ribs until he squirmed.
"It always works," said Zechs, leaning over and nipping a toe, which made his lover yelp.
"Ah, not the toes, you fiend!" said Trieze, throwing his head back and laughing.
"Can I help it if I know all your weak spots?" asked Zechs. "That was very naughty of you to make me look at your bare feet all evening."
"Wasn't it though?" purred Trieze. "I thought you'd like that."
"Pure torture," agreed Zechs. "I'm warning you, I have plans to get even." He crept up on all fours until he was looking Trieze in the eyes. Their foreheads touched, and
"I can hardly wait," said Trieze, baring his throat to the inevitable onslaught of lips and teeth.
The phone beside the bed rang twice, two short rings.
"Damn," said Trieze, untangling his arms to reach for the receiver.
"What is it, Harrison?"
"Routine security check, Boss," said Harrison's rough voice. "Everything seems fine, but I've doubled the security team."
"Thank you, Harrison," said Trieze. "Good night."
"Nite, Boss."
"What's with the extra security?" asked Zechs, lifting up his head from Trieze's bare chest.
"Just an insurance requirement with our special guest," said Trieze. "Don't worry about it."
"Wasn't I about here?" asked Zechs, dipping his head back down to lick the flat stomach under him.
"I think it was lower," said Trieze roughly, entwining his hand around a large hank of platinum hair.
"No, you're wrong," said Zechs, smiling wickedly.
"Damn tease."
"So impatient, love. Teasing is half the fun."
"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one in absolute agony."
"Paybacks are brutal, aren't they?"
"Less talking, Liebhan, more.ah, oh, mein Gott!"
The steady stream of sexy talk was part of the excitement of seducing his partner, thought Zechs with the part of his brain that was still lucid. And in several languages, too.
He breathed in that familiar heady scent of arousal, Trieze and the rose scent of the cotton sheets beneath them and knew he was home, and loved. He closed his eyes, sighed deeply and stopped worshipping the evidence of his lovers' excitement.
"What's wrong, beloved?' asked Trieze.
"Nothing, nothing," said Zechs. He rested his head against the firm flesh of Trieze's thigh, rubbing his cheek comfortingly against the soft prickle of fine hairs.
"Don't worry about her," said Trieze, reading his mind once again.
"I can't help it," whispered Zechs. "You know how hard I've worked to protect her."
"Sh, baby," said Trieze. "We don't have to do this, you know."
"No, I want to, I need to," whispered Zechs. "I love you."
"Come here," said Trieze, pulling him against his shoulder and kissing the top of his head.
"I'm sorry," said Zechs. "Sorry."
"For what?" asked Trieze.
"Being a complication."
"Life is complicated, my love. Besides, you don't want me to be bored, do you?"
Zechs laughed ruefully. "God forbid."
"That's better," said Trieze. He pulled the younger man up for a gentle and loving kiss.
The kiss deepened until it became a small struggle for pleasure.
"Oh God, Trieze, let me make love to you, I need you so much," gasped Zechs, breaking free of the contest of tongues.
There was no witty retort, no playful bantering, just the sounds of pleasure being given and taken after that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Tro?" asked Quatre, nudging his partner awake.
"Wha?" was the half-asleep reply.
"What's up with Heero?"
"Heero?"
"You know, Japanese guy, good-looking, intense, paranoid, anal retentive?"
"Oh, that Heero."
"You pick the oddest times to show your bizarre sense of humor."
"It's 2 fucking o'clock in the morning, kitten, and if you're not waking me up for wild sex, you should be asleep. I should be asleep. Why is the whole place asleep but you and nocturnal animals?"
"I'm getting a weird vibe from Heero," the blond man was chewing his lower lip.
"You and your vibes," said Trowa. "Heero's a weird guy, get used to it," he said, pulling a goose down pillow over his face to drown out the light from the lamp.
"Well, you've known him longer than I have," said Quatre. He sighed and rolled over to turn off the lamp.
"You know," said a voice in his ear in the dark. "As long as we're awake, we could check out the soundproofing of these walls."
"I thought you were tired."
"I'm suddenly wide awake. Must be all this fresh mountain air."
"Turn on the television. Read a damn book."
"OUCH! Are you still pissed at me?"
"Don't make fun of the vibes."
"Okay, what penance must I perform this time to get back in your good graces?"
"I get to be on top this time."
"Sneaky bastard."
"You love it. Admit it, you can't get enough of my hot, pulsing manhood."
"You've been reading too many goddam romance nov.mmphfm" said Trowa, who was suddenly having a hard time speaking with Quatre's tongue in his throat.
"I'm sorry I woke you up, baby," he said, when he finally took a break from attacking his lover's body.
"I'm not."
Heero was wide-awake. Nothing new there. He got up and automatically reached for the laptop closed on the small table in his room.
Then he remembered the bet he'd made with Wufei.
"Damn," he whispered.
He rolled over and went over the evening's events in his mind.
He felt prickles of embarrassment flush his skin, thinking about the panic attack he'd had at dinner. He'd thought he was done with that. Thankfully that guy, Duo Maxwell, wasn't too freaked out by it.
Tired of tossing and turning, he turned on the bedside table lamp and blinked in the soft light.
He automatically checked under his pillow for his revolver, and feeling the cool metal under his fingertips, exhaled. "Old habits die hard," he thought.
Bored, he stood up and stretched, thinking he wished he'd brought a book with him. He flicked on the television set for a few seconds, but at 3 a.m. there was nothing much on but old movies and infomercials. He turned it off after a few minutes of channel surfing.
Soundlessly, he pulled on his jeans, shrugged on a lightweight denim jacket over his white t-shirt and toed on his sneakers. Grabbing the key to his room and shoving it a pocket, he went into the hallway. He went back in after a pause, grabbing the revolver under the pillow, and shoving it down the back of his jeans.
At the end of the hallway, he looked around for the security camera he'd spotted earlier. Curling his lips without managing to look the least bit cheerful, he raised his middle finger in a silent salute, and walked downstairs to the immense lobby.
"Excuse me, sir," said a voice behind him as he walked over to the entrance.
Heero turned around slowly. "Is something wrong?" he asked quietly.
"No, sir," said the security guard, a youngish, square jawed fellow with a blond crew cut.
"But, those doors are locked at night for security purposes."
"Unlock them, then," said Heero. "I'm a guest here, not a prisoner."
"I'm sorry, sir," said the man, whose nametag said "Sanderson" on it.
"I"ll have to get permission from Mr. Harrison for that."
"Call him," said Heero levelly.
"May I ask where you intend to go, sir?" asked the guard politely.
"No," said Heero shortly. "I was just going to take a walk."
"Walking around here at night alone isn't a particularly good idea," said the guard.
"I assure you," said Heero tightly, "I can protect myself. Now open this door."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't." the guard was cut off by Heero clipping him on the point of his jaw so quickly, he never had time to protect himself. He crumpled to the floor of the lobby like a sack of meal.
Heero fished around in the man's pockets until he found a ring of keys, and several seconds later, he was walking down a small path in the darkness.
Author: Gina Lin Melton Genre: Romance, Adventure Pairings: 5+S, 3+4, 1+2, 13+6, Various Rating: R (maybe a bit NC-17ish this chapter) Warnings: Language, Citrus, Yaoi, AU Archived: S_E updates
Chapter 5
"Yuy is on to me," said Zechs, pacing the wooden floor beside the king- sized bed.
"On to you?" repeated Trieze lazily, looking over the top of the book he was reading.
"He knows I changed my name," said Zechs.
"Oh, is that all?" asked Trieze dismissively.
"Makes me nervous," said Zechs. "He might go poking around further."
"I think he'll be distracted enough by our Duo not to be doing much of anything but having a good time," said Trieze, grinning.
"I noticed that too," said Zechs, relaxing a bit. He flung himself stomach- down onto the foot of the bed.
"Funny, I didn't see Mr. Lawyer quite that way at first," said Trieze, now sniggering a bit. "My mother always warned me to watch out for the quiet ones," he said fondly.
"I'm not that quiet," said Zechs, rolling over and looking up at the skylight in the ceiling.
"I do like you best when you're being rather noisy," said Trieze wickedly, setting aside his book.
"You're trying to distract me, damn you," said Zechs, drawing down his blond brows into a slight frown.
"Is it working?" asked Trieze, rubbing his foot along Zechs bare ribs until he squirmed.
"It always works," said Zechs, leaning over and nipping a toe, which made his lover yelp.
"Ah, not the toes, you fiend!" said Trieze, throwing his head back and laughing.
"Can I help it if I know all your weak spots?" asked Zechs. "That was very naughty of you to make me look at your bare feet all evening."
"Wasn't it though?" purred Trieze. "I thought you'd like that."
"Pure torture," agreed Zechs. "I'm warning you, I have plans to get even." He crept up on all fours until he was looking Trieze in the eyes. Their foreheads touched, and
"I can hardly wait," said Trieze, baring his throat to the inevitable onslaught of lips and teeth.
The phone beside the bed rang twice, two short rings.
"Damn," said Trieze, untangling his arms to reach for the receiver.
"What is it, Harrison?"
"Routine security check, Boss," said Harrison's rough voice. "Everything seems fine, but I've doubled the security team."
"Thank you, Harrison," said Trieze. "Good night."
"Nite, Boss."
"What's with the extra security?" asked Zechs, lifting up his head from Trieze's bare chest.
"Just an insurance requirement with our special guest," said Trieze. "Don't worry about it."
"Wasn't I about here?" asked Zechs, dipping his head back down to lick the flat stomach under him.
"I think it was lower," said Trieze roughly, entwining his hand around a large hank of platinum hair.
"No, you're wrong," said Zechs, smiling wickedly.
"Damn tease."
"So impatient, love. Teasing is half the fun."
"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one in absolute agony."
"Paybacks are brutal, aren't they?"
"Less talking, Liebhan, more.ah, oh, mein Gott!"
The steady stream of sexy talk was part of the excitement of seducing his partner, thought Zechs with the part of his brain that was still lucid. And in several languages, too.
He breathed in that familiar heady scent of arousal, Trieze and the rose scent of the cotton sheets beneath them and knew he was home, and loved. He closed his eyes, sighed deeply and stopped worshipping the evidence of his lovers' excitement.
"What's wrong, beloved?' asked Trieze.
"Nothing, nothing," said Zechs. He rested his head against the firm flesh of Trieze's thigh, rubbing his cheek comfortingly against the soft prickle of fine hairs.
"Don't worry about her," said Trieze, reading his mind once again.
"I can't help it," whispered Zechs. "You know how hard I've worked to protect her."
"Sh, baby," said Trieze. "We don't have to do this, you know."
"No, I want to, I need to," whispered Zechs. "I love you."
"Come here," said Trieze, pulling him against his shoulder and kissing the top of his head.
"I'm sorry," said Zechs. "Sorry."
"For what?" asked Trieze.
"Being a complication."
"Life is complicated, my love. Besides, you don't want me to be bored, do you?"
Zechs laughed ruefully. "God forbid."
"That's better," said Trieze. He pulled the younger man up for a gentle and loving kiss.
The kiss deepened until it became a small struggle for pleasure.
"Oh God, Trieze, let me make love to you, I need you so much," gasped Zechs, breaking free of the contest of tongues.
There was no witty retort, no playful bantering, just the sounds of pleasure being given and taken after that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Tro?" asked Quatre, nudging his partner awake.
"Wha?" was the half-asleep reply.
"What's up with Heero?"
"Heero?"
"You know, Japanese guy, good-looking, intense, paranoid, anal retentive?"
"Oh, that Heero."
"You pick the oddest times to show your bizarre sense of humor."
"It's 2 fucking o'clock in the morning, kitten, and if you're not waking me up for wild sex, you should be asleep. I should be asleep. Why is the whole place asleep but you and nocturnal animals?"
"I'm getting a weird vibe from Heero," the blond man was chewing his lower lip.
"You and your vibes," said Trowa. "Heero's a weird guy, get used to it," he said, pulling a goose down pillow over his face to drown out the light from the lamp.
"Well, you've known him longer than I have," said Quatre. He sighed and rolled over to turn off the lamp.
"You know," said a voice in his ear in the dark. "As long as we're awake, we could check out the soundproofing of these walls."
"I thought you were tired."
"I'm suddenly wide awake. Must be all this fresh mountain air."
"Turn on the television. Read a damn book."
"OUCH! Are you still pissed at me?"
"Don't make fun of the vibes."
"Okay, what penance must I perform this time to get back in your good graces?"
"I get to be on top this time."
"Sneaky bastard."
"You love it. Admit it, you can't get enough of my hot, pulsing manhood."
"You've been reading too many goddam romance nov.mmphfm" said Trowa, who was suddenly having a hard time speaking with Quatre's tongue in his throat.
"I'm sorry I woke you up, baby," he said, when he finally took a break from attacking his lover's body.
"I'm not."
Heero was wide-awake. Nothing new there. He got up and automatically reached for the laptop closed on the small table in his room.
Then he remembered the bet he'd made with Wufei.
"Damn," he whispered.
He rolled over and went over the evening's events in his mind.
He felt prickles of embarrassment flush his skin, thinking about the panic attack he'd had at dinner. He'd thought he was done with that. Thankfully that guy, Duo Maxwell, wasn't too freaked out by it.
Tired of tossing and turning, he turned on the bedside table lamp and blinked in the soft light.
He automatically checked under his pillow for his revolver, and feeling the cool metal under his fingertips, exhaled. "Old habits die hard," he thought.
Bored, he stood up and stretched, thinking he wished he'd brought a book with him. He flicked on the television set for a few seconds, but at 3 a.m. there was nothing much on but old movies and infomercials. He turned it off after a few minutes of channel surfing.
Soundlessly, he pulled on his jeans, shrugged on a lightweight denim jacket over his white t-shirt and toed on his sneakers. Grabbing the key to his room and shoving it a pocket, he went into the hallway. He went back in after a pause, grabbing the revolver under the pillow, and shoving it down the back of his jeans.
At the end of the hallway, he looked around for the security camera he'd spotted earlier. Curling his lips without managing to look the least bit cheerful, he raised his middle finger in a silent salute, and walked downstairs to the immense lobby.
"Excuse me, sir," said a voice behind him as he walked over to the entrance.
Heero turned around slowly. "Is something wrong?" he asked quietly.
"No, sir," said the security guard, a youngish, square jawed fellow with a blond crew cut.
"But, those doors are locked at night for security purposes."
"Unlock them, then," said Heero. "I'm a guest here, not a prisoner."
"I'm sorry, sir," said the man, whose nametag said "Sanderson" on it.
"I"ll have to get permission from Mr. Harrison for that."
"Call him," said Heero levelly.
"May I ask where you intend to go, sir?" asked the guard politely.
"No," said Heero shortly. "I was just going to take a walk."
"Walking around here at night alone isn't a particularly good idea," said the guard.
"I assure you," said Heero tightly, "I can protect myself. Now open this door."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't." the guard was cut off by Heero clipping him on the point of his jaw so quickly, he never had time to protect himself. He crumpled to the floor of the lobby like a sack of meal.
Heero fished around in the man's pockets until he found a ring of keys, and several seconds later, he was walking down a small path in the darkness.