Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breathing Methods ❯ NiTrOgLyCeRiNe - Quatre Raberba Winner - The Exhibit ( Chapter 11 )

 

 

 

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NiTrO GlYcErInE - PaRt OnE

 

The Exhibit- Quatre Raberba Winner

 

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It took me nearly three days to notice Quatre's soulful looks.

 

Well, not really, but it was fun making his lips purse just so, in the most adorable little pout you could ever wish to see. Ignore the hellfire burning in his eyes; the cute looks rule all. Amen. So I let him stew for a bit.

 

It's amusing, the way he's following me around. I'd settle down on the couch with some mission specs - he found a sudden need to clean his gun, with lots of oil, making interesting noises as he rubbed the metal provocatively. I'd eat something from his Domain - the kitchen - and he'd decide, right there and then, that he'd like to deep throat some of the icy poles we bought after the four day heatwave that hit after the bushfires.

 

And my, isn't he talented at restraining the gag reflex. And smiling all innocent like as he pulls the clean stick away from his cherry stained lips.

 

Bastard.

 

See, if I didn't find this so hilarious, I'd have probably jumped him days ago. But, as I said, seeing him pout just about beats any sexual encounter I could think of. Just about. And therein lies the dilemma.

 

I knew Quatre had a little `man to man' talk with the guys, and ever since then they've made sure he's asleep before resting fitfully themselves, obviously afraid of something. Though Heero chucked his rice bowl at me went I mentioned it, so I decided to backtrack from that line of thought and settle on the idea that the little blonde might not have threatened them with some kind of horrible demise.

 

Well, if he did, it would have been a very polite threat.

 

With lots of little demonic eye glints.

 

And a perky little grin. Because that's Quatre, the devious little bastard.

 

And yeah, he was annoying me a little, but only because he didn't ask. I don't mind being the centre of attention - well not really, I've nearly gained complete control of my blushes and the unobvious need for them to turn on at any given moment - but seeing him moping around and waiting for me to make the first move kinda irritates me. Because, after all, this is a two way - ahem - many way thing, right? Not up to me to set the mood, buddy, as Duo reminded me after the disastrous first attempt at a blowjob.

 

No teeth. Ever again. I shiver, and crouch a little lower behind my Potted Plant Covering System 4000, and wait for Blondie to make his daily soulful march to the elevator. With added moping look. God, he must be desperate by now, if the tissues littering his room are anything to go by. I've checked, I've cleaned, and I've sniggered. As per my delightful nature, of course.

 

Or, rather, what's now my nature.

 

This whole…situation…has had me behaving in quite unusual ways, I have to admit. For one, I'm not usually this boisterous and demanding - and, well, snobbish - and I can't help but feel that this is…this is my childhood now, in a weird, sexually deviant kind of way. This is the time where I grow, and learn, and simply be. Opposed to the soulless demon I've become in Nataku's cold embrace for so long, so different to the rage that filled me to the brim. I was so tired…and now, I feel so excited, like something new is always around the corner, and I can't wait to discover it.

 

Being like this…being with them…makes me realise just how much my life was injurious, so empty and insensible and melancholy. I can laugh now, laugh until it hurts, and just smile when it gets too much. I can sleep with my arms around someone, have someone else run fingers through my hair while I massage another's hand…I can be myself, happy and misled and ignorantly blissful, and it doesn't hurt like I imagined truly being alive would. I don't feel guilty that I wake up, and my chest isn't empty with the hurt.

 

So yeah, while I may have become quite childish, in other ways I feel so…so free. So exhilaratingly, wonderfully free. Free to kiss and touch, to pleasure and be pleasured.

 

It's absolutely magnificent.

 

And then Quatre comes plodding along, hands stuck deep in his pockets, glancing to the side in that way only he can pull off…and I rise, whisper silent from my observation point, and I feel a small smile unfurl on my lips as he stops, and his eyes light up.

 

I can't help but feel slightly proud - I make him feel like this. I make him step forward hesitantly, hand rising from his side and reaching…pulling forward once it grasps a fold of my shirt, and I duck my head shyly as our hips bump together, and his head cocks to the side as I brush my hand against his cheek. “Hey.”

 

“Hello, Wufei.” And doesn't he sound annoyed. Heh.

 

“I've been thinking about this - about what you and I can do.” I bite my lip as he grins, shifting slightly from foot to foot, and I have to laugh a little as he almost preens. My dear, marvellous Quatre…he makes me content, and even though that's no big feat nowadays, it makes me so grateful to have him as a friend.

 

“I've been thinking, too.” And then he leans forwards and his pink lips part a little, and there's suddenly an entire universe resting between the kiss, the one that's pulled our bodies taut against each other.

 

I'm not kidding. An entire fucking universe.

 

He's…molten. Like the inside of this giant, eternally revolving star, and every single particle of him is showered with all this feeling, this passion. Blue eyes like liquid flames, cheeks turning softly pink as I gasp and sag against him. It's…beyond words, and mere feelings, and it's so feral and beautiful I feel something inside of me shake open and burst before he crashes me into the wall, and my whole world is suddenly him.

 

And we shouldn't be doing this in the hallway, I think. Because…yeah, I think I've royally pissed him off.

 

“I've been thinking of how I want you so, about how your skin sets me alight inside,” he snarls softly, a soft sort of fury in his tone one that makes my heart stutter, before starting to race furiously. His fingertips lightly scratching against my ribs, clouding eyes skimming across my gaze like fluttering wings. “About how you've let the others become so close to that tinder, and I feel like I've been left outside in the cold.”

 

And Quarte, the most soft spoken, polite, well bred and decent one out of all of us…suddenly turns into a demon with eyes like liquid burning ice, with an erection that pokes into my belly almost cruelly. We stand stock still, underneath the bright lights, and it feels like there's some great precipice ahead…and I realise that he's hurt, and very much fucking so, and cold guilt crawls inside me and decides to set up a nest somewhere inside my chest. Next to that broken thing, the one that feels a bit like something inside has gone horribly wrong.

 

It's an impulse, I decide as my knees give way, and he gasps as my nose grazes along his shirt on the way down, lightly brushing against the skin and muscles beneath. It isn't like I planned to do this, and in the middle of a hallway no less, but this sudden desire certainly can't be reasoned with. It's like when you're a child, and you break one of your friends' toys; you do absolutely anything to make them feel better, right?

 

“Wufei…I…” His hand reaches down, gripping my shoulder tightly, and I look upwards almost shyly as my suddenly clumsy fingers fumble with his zipper. His aqua eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open as he stutters in shock, before gasping explosively as my hand slips inside. He feels…good. I won't deny it. It's almost hedonistic, and I grin as I trace the hot curve of his cock, running my hands over the warm cotton of his briefs. “It's alright…” I think I might have a heart attack about how I'm feeling him up so casually later, but right now it's just kinda…right.

 

“No, I-I didn't mean t-to…”

 

“Shh.” It's actually a bit different to how I expected this to be. Sure, he's crowding me into the wall, my spine curved against the plaster and my ponytail pressed kind of brutally into the back of my skull, but I'm the one making it like this, one hand looped into his belt and pulling him forward. I'm the one gently massaging that heated bulge, leaning forward so I can inhale his musky scent, and it's so good I sigh giddily. He squeaks, I am not kidding, he squeaks like a mouse being trod on, and the lovely odour intensifies as a wet spot forms where the head of his cock sits against the waist of his underwear. “Wufei-!”

 

“I want to” I mutter. I place one hand on his thigh, lips quirking as I feel the muscles jump under its touch. He's like a racehorse, ready to bolt at the slightest prompt, and my hand slides up under his shirt as the other gently rolls his underwear down a little, making me adjust it until it was settled underneath his heavy sac. It's obscene, and beautiful, and everything I imagined him to be.

 

Okay, so I had actually been a bit of a pussy imagining the first time I ever sucked somebody's cock. You know, mood lightning, flowers, the works and jerks. But it's better this way, I think, because his reactions so real it has my legs squeezing together tight before I can stop them. Hands settle more heavily on my shoulders, an invitation to look up, and my breath catches as Quatre bites his lip, fingers stroking my nape tentatively as they lace behind my head, the poor boy half bent over to complete the gesture. “Wufei…”

 

“There's nothing wrong with this, is there?” I counter, the look in his eyes both tentative and exciting, because no matter how much he's asked and prompted I know it takes a level of intimacy with him to make it pleasurable. And many, many times I've told them that it's purely sexual - but with him, I think I have to sacrifice a little of my damnable pride, if only to make the look in his eyes flare again, like that first kiss, weeks ago. “Nothing wrong with me touching you like this?” My hand slides a little against his heated flesh, firming his erection until it rises hard and proud, and I feel a grin flash across my face as he hisses, jerking a little, legs trembling. I lick him again.

 

“No…oh god, no, don't tease me, please….” His knees collapse beneath him, just as I thought they would, and all it takes is a gentle push to have him lined against the wall, the skirting board tracing his hip. I hover over him as he pants, forehead and shoulders already shining with sweat, blonde hair mussed and gorgeous aquamarine eyes dazed and filled with heat. “Wufei, I…”

 

His hands reach out; a voiceless plea, an echoing shout across the emptiness, and I lace them tightly with one of my own as I bend over him, straddling his left leg and letting my arousal rest heavily on his shin as I breathe in his muskiness, and feel that strange, invading thrill take hold of me and shake me loose of qualms and pride and even self.

 

Heh, it's so good I've nearly forgotten we're in the fucking hallway. Almost.

 

He can't spread his legs much, with my weight and the restriction of the wall against his side, but far enough that his pants pull tight across the trembling muscles of his thighs, leaving his arousal thrusting forwards with a almost laughable forthrightness. `Wanting little thing, isn't it'. The thought flitters through my mind, barely a thread of consciousness, as everything slows and spins as amusement and stark, raving lust possesses me and leaves everything else unimportant.

 

Because that starkly graphic sight, that hardness, it truly is for me. It was Quatre's lust that was gripping me more tightly than my own, a loose knot of mounting emotion and terrible impatience that tighten my throat as my lips dropped dainty little pecks across the swollen, exposed tip. Taste explodes in me, around me, a thrill I can smell every time I fucking breathe, and I can't believe nobody ever told me how damn hot it is, to do this, to be able to do this for someone…

 

Officially forgotten where the hell I am. There's carpet, there's light, and so I'm guessing where still in the physical plane.

 

That fucking smell's driving me nuts. The vulgarity of it has me swearing under my breath as I lick a little more forcefully, flattening my tongue to slide more easily over that round head. Loop, re-loop, rewind, my lips are burning, my brains nothing but melting plastic, and I'm trembling like something mad and lost in a tiny little cage, shivering like I'm terrified and it's for all the right reasons. Oh, and in all the right places…!

 

Heh, if only the others could see me now.

 

His hands gather in loose handfuls of my hair, tearing it loose from my unsecured ponytail and pulling me closer towards his centre, until all I see is seemingly acres of heaving stomach, the tight golden curls leading down a fixation for my eyes as my tongue involves itself in different matters. When he first slides into my mouth, it's a surprise; the shock that ripples through him focuses every ounce of my attention on how he reacts, the way his knees part slightly more, one now riding high on the wall so he can bare himself even more to my untrained mouth.

 

Fuck, he's so hot.

 

I mean really hot, as in, oh god fuck me now hot.

 

When you get right down to it - and in this case quite literally, heh - the fascination of a blowjob changes from an `ick' factor to an `Oh my god I wasn't aware someone could make that noise' factor. Because he moans, a deep, low, earthy sound that shoots through my nerves like a shot of lightning as I nervously curl my tongue more around his heated shaft. It isn't quite as uncomfortable as I though it would be; the position slightly awkward but not painfully cramped, the pressure building inside my throat as I take more and more of him inside, a different kind of intimacy…

 

“Wufei”, and I shudder as his trilling gasp ends in a choked off whine that leaves me flushed and wanting, “God…Wufei…” His hips jerks up and down slowly, now a little more rebelliously, trapped inside the prison of his pants, his hands knotted more securely now as I learn the rhythm of giving of taking, of how much of his salty-sweet cock I can let inside before I start to choke. A flush is spreading down his heaving, sweaty torso, and I slide a hand up his ribs to tenderly rub his chest as he starts to gasp, staccato bursts of intense sound that grow and grow, escalating into almost ridiculously high pitched cries as I suck and rub with my tongue, my teeth, the inside of my cheeks, nipples hard little buds under my wandering palm and it's coming, God I know it is, he's coming…

 

Ding.

 

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

 

“Wufei!?”

 

“PERVERTS!!!”

 

Of course, in the middle of Quatre coming in thick, hot spurts, that bitter taste overwhelming me and coating my tongue in a way I'll never forget, the elevator doors open. As I knew they fucking would.

 

And there's the Little Old Lady from down the hall, absolutely red with rage and embarrassment, turning to hit a tormented looking Duo with her walking stick as he tries….somewhat unsuccessfully…to juggle several bags of shopping as he gapes openly at my face still buried in Quatre's crotch. The shopping is hers, I take it, as I see a box of Depends go flying off into unknown territory.

 

Ding.

 

Me? I'm just about asphyxiating from humiliation. And because Quatre jammed himself as far down my throat as he could when he came. But that's not really the point, because its very rare you can see Quatre look completely mortified.

 

And he is. Blood red from tip to toe, to tip again, and he jams his shining half hard erection back into his pants, bright aqua eyes dimmed with mortification and shame and an absurd kind of guilty pleasure as the sound of his zip crossed across the mingled shouting and swearing coming from the continuously opening and closing elevator doors.

 

Ding.

 

“I'll meet you in the living room” he whispers softly, flicking his tongue quickly and obscenely across my jaw as he tugs his pants firmly into place, and I'm left sprawled on the hallways floor with my some-what tender jaw hanging around my knees, watching his retreating sweaty back as Duo finally loses his temper. Oh, and yeah, I'm still hard and hanging out my pants.

 

The shame.

 

“Lady, lady, geez! Calm the fuck down! S'not like you've never-“

 

“I had the decency to do it in a bed! With a man!”

 

“Well, duh, look, they're both guys! I don't know about you, but I haven't quite forgotten that graphic little scene of his cock sliding into his mouth…”

 

There's a thud, as the tenacious little lady belts him with her cane again. I notice bemusedly that it's carved with small, curled up cats that make an interesting thwonk noisewhen it connects with 02's forehead.

 

“His, and her, are very different little things, young man!”

 

“Aw, don't give me that homophobic bullshit, I bet you eye the other little old ladies at bridge or bingo or whatever and imagin' getting into their breast high panty-hose!”

 

Ding.

 

Funnily enough, I'm still hard. Even after all that. The Depends box is still frightening with its promise of old age and lost of bodily function, but I'm pretty sure I'm starting to recover from the sheer embaressment that still has my cheeks flaring neon. I shiver a little, before my eyes turn back to the hall. To the promise of the apartments open door. Depends Mysteries can wait.

 

Speaking of bodily functions…

 

Quatre did mention something about the living room…almost like he was making a promise, and I couldn't have missed the way his bright aqua quick eyes darted to my cock like it was a lightning rod, the way his hips twitched back and forth minutely if I was blind- bad imagery, I know, it has me throbbing as I stagger up the hall. But if he's serious…

 

If he wants me to - fuck, what if he does? Blondie would really…?

 

 

“Fei…? FEI!? Oh god, I think she's the one with the mace!”

 

“Uuuu-wah!”

 

“Alright, I know it's not manly to beg, but - ow, fuck!”

I might save Duo before I track him down first, of course.

 

I've always told him who's the superior pilot. Evil smirk? Yup, inserted right here.

 

 

 

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AN: CLIFFHANGEEEEER! =3

 

Okay, thanks are in order, for you guys putting up with me for nearly TWO FREAKIN' YEAERS. So, of course, I shall respond to some awesome reviews. I believe I haven't gotten so many for a single story, so kudos! You guys deserve way more than just a blowjob, which is why Nitro is divided into two parts - besides the fact a threesomes coming up. Can you guess who?

 

Oh, and I'll write hot!costume!sex! for the first person that knows what Nitro Glycerine is used for medically, and what it relates to this story.

 

 

 

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