Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Clarification: Where the Weight Goes ❯ Chapter 1

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[Title] Clarification: Where the Weight Goes
[Author] Eva Liling Chang, Miranda Meiling Chang
[Email] echang(AT)dragonlotus.com, mchang(AT)dragonlotus.com
[Warnings] PG-13, YAOI, implied sex, humor

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Duo Maxwell placed his clothes in his locker. Towel around his waist, he got ready to hit the showers. Just as he closed his locker, however, a wet Chang Wufei came out of the showers and headed towards his own locker.
 
Chang opened his locker and got his underwear and traditional loose white pants out. He dropped his towel and pulled on his clothes quickly and efficiently. Not so quickly and efficiently, however, that Maxwell didn’t catch a glimpse of his backside.
 
Duo Maxwell was no pervert, but for just a moment, he faltered and looked a little longer than was usual for a “casual glance.” He had a thoughtful look on his face as he stepped into the showers.
 
Maxwell, of course, knew all of his fellow pilots’ stats like the back of his hand. He knew that somehow Chang Wufei weighed in at nearly forty-six kilograms, which was more than any of the others pilots, even though it was obvious that Chang’s upper body was not as muscular as either Barton or Yuy’s. Maxwell had not thought too much of Chang’s extra weight, however, until a moment ago when he had caught a glimpse of Chang’s rear. It occurred to him then that he had never really had a good look at Chang below the waist, since the Chinese boy always wore loose-fitting clothing that concealed his figure. Honestly, all five of them had basically the same figure and wore the same sized clothing. Barton and Yuy were merely a couple centimeters bigger in chest and arm circumference, which explained where their extra weight went; Chang’s extra weight must have gone the other way.
 
The next afternoon, the five of them happened to shower at the same time. Chang joined them last, taking the shower furthest from the others, as he still insisted on being the loner. His position meant that he had his back turned to the others, and Maxwell just couldn’t resist. He turned around and checked out Chang’s rear. The second he did this, however, he caught the attention of the other three, who then shifted to see what he was looking at.
 
The four of them stared awestruck at Chang’s shapely legs, curvy hips, and round buttocks for all of two seconds before Chang got uncomfortable and decided to check if anyone was looking at him. Of course, by the time he turned his head, the other four were already looking quite absorbed in their own showering. Satisfied, Chang turned back around, at which point the other four again began to eye his rear end, but more discreetly this time. In contrast, they courteously avoided looking at each other and their similarly “excited” front sides.
 
For the next week, the four kept stealing glances at Chang’s derriere. Maxwell himself almost had a heart attack one day when he and Yuy walked into the kitchen to find Chang on his hands and knees, wiping up a spill, buttocks moving under sheer silk with every motion from his arms. Maxwell bolted out the front door, not coming back to the safe house until he had walked off his “enthusiasm.”
 
When he came back that evening and headed towards his bunk, he thought he could hear soft noises, some sounding like muffled cries, coming from Chang’s room. Barton and Winner were coming down the hall opposite him, and they all stopped in front of Chang’s door. Before anyone could knock on the door to investigate, however, the door opened from the inside and out walked Heero Yuy, casual as ever except he was shirtless and sweaty and seemed to have a smug little quirk at one corner of his lips.
 
The other three watched in shocked silence as Yuy walked by them to the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, they poked their heads into Chang’s room to find a very naked and dazed Chinese pilot still panting and covered in sweat, sprawled out across his bed in such a way that they knew exactly what had happened.
 
A dark look crossed Maxwell’s face.
 
How dare Yuy! It was he--Duo Maxwell--who had seen it all first!
 
Maxwell pushed past Barton and Winner, shutting the door in their faces as he stalked purposefully towards the bed. He missed seeing the same dark look he had had pass over both Barton and Winner’s faces as he did this.
 
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Three weeks later…
 
Chang stared balefully at the four bottles of lubricant sitting on the table next to his bed. The first was strawberry scented, the second cherry, the third was unscented, and the fourth was lemon. Indignantly, he wondered why no one had bothered to ask him what flavor he preferred, but he supposed that it wasn’t that important since he wouldn’t be the one licking his own behind. Still, at least one of them could have asked. But why would they ask him about the lubricant when they hadn’t even asked him about…exercising…with him in the first place.
 
It was Tuesday, so he reached for the cherry scented bottle and poured an adequate amount in his hand. He could hear footsteps approaching his room as he leaned back on the bed, spread his legs apart, and rubbed the gel against his opening, knowing well that his “guest” would be too aroused to bother properly with the lubricant.
 
As Chang had expected, the door had hardly opened before rough hands were on his body, going to his bottom and spreading his cheeks apart. Less than a second since his partner had arrived, and he was penetrated and being rocked into so hard and fast he didn’t even have breath to scream. The other wasn’t even undressed; he had merely undone his pants.
 
It only took a few minutes for them both to finish.
 
Chang lay gasping, too sore and stupefied to move, as he always was after the first bout on Tuesdays.
 
“You finished before me again,” his comrade finally said.
 
“Because you were so rough,” Chang breathed indignantly.
 
“Your fault for having such a lush bottom,” was the response, even as hands began palming Chang’s backside again. “Besides, you like having your rear handled rough.”
 
Chang looked offended by this statement, but didn’t put up any resistance as he was flipped over for the second bout. He obediently stuck his tush out further when he felt teeth nip roughly at his left cheek.
 
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Miranda’s Note: In reality, a few kilograms doesn’t necessarily make that much of a difference unless you look at the two people naked and maybe get out some measuring tape. One of my track friends and I, for example, are the same height and build, and we wear the same sized clothing. We have the same bust and waist measurements, but she weighs about five kilograms more than I do. Her hips are only about three centimeters bigger around than mine are, and her thighs/calves are a bit curvier than mine. Still, we wear the same sized pants.