Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The TV Installation Guy ❯ The TV Installation Guy ( One-Shot )

I make no claim to any of the Gundam Wing characters. This story is written for my, and hopefully others' enjoyment and not for monetary profit. Many thanks to Devil Chick for the beta.

The TV Installation Guy

by Michalyn

Rating: MA

For 30_kisses themes #3, Jolt; #6, The Space between Dream and Reality; and #17, kHz

 

"There, we're all set."

Treize watched as the TV installation guy smiled at Wufei, his cheeks dimpling.

"Digital television really is the way to go. It's good that you're taking the step to install it early because in a few years there won't be a single television operating within the 400 to 800 MHz range," he finished with a shake of his head.

From behind his newspaper, Treize suppressed an amused snort. The other man was attractive: broad-shouldered and tall, probably three or four inches taller than Treize himself. He had bright blue eyes and tousled dark hair and his large hands were surprisingly nimble with the delicate wires and small parts he manipulated. He was pleasant, efficient, polite and in the hour since he arrived to install their new television system, he had not once looked at Treize. From the moment he stepped in the door his eyes had been fastened on Wufei. The poor man was obviously quite smitten and the only one who didn't seem to notice was Wufei.

Treize sipped his tea, enjoying the show. The fellow was so earnest and Wufei so utterly oblivious that he actually felt sorry for him. When he asked Wufei to hand him a screw-driver and their fingers brushed, Treize thought the technician would faint. Still, he worked steadily and in a few minutes he finished the last of the wiring and rose to pack his tools away.

"Well ... well...thanks... and uh ... enjoy your television."

"We appreciate it." Wufei enclosed the other man's hand in a brisk handshake. "I don't think I caught your name?"

"It's Joshua. Joshua Barrows. Here, I'll give you my card," the muscular brunet stammered, reaching into his back pocket and handing the small square of paper to Wufei.

"Thanks, Joshua. So should we just call you if we need any help with the system?" Wufei asked, peering at the text through his glasses.

"Yes. Please do. The number on there is my direct line, so if you need anything ... anything at all, just give me a ring and I'll take care of it immediately."

"Perfect. Come, I'll walk with you to the door and get the invoice from you."

After waiting for the technician to pick up the last of his things, Wufei showed Joshua to the front and returned shortly with a copy of the invoice in hand. He was frowning.

"Strange, this came to less than I expected. The price he quoted on the phone was a bit higher."

Treize laughed as he put down his newspaper. "I don't doubt that in the least."

Wufei looked up. "What do you mean?"

"I think we just received the discount reserved for special customers. Or rather you did. I still don't think the poor chap has even registered the fact that I was here."

"Don't be silly. How could he not with you sitting only a few feet away?" Wufei, never one to procrastinate, pulled out his checkbook, completed a check in the amount noted on the bill and placed it in an envelope. "Do we have any stamps around here?"

"Check the drawer on the left. And no, I think I'm quite right on this one."

"And I'm completely puzzled. What are you trying to imply, Treize?"

"Wufei, he was staring at you like a lovesick puppy."

"At me? Treize don't be ridiculous. I will admit he was friendly but he was completely professional throughout."

"I'm sorry to say it, my love, but you're the poorest judge of this sort of situation. You wouldn't notice he was staring at you if his eyes were taped to the back of your neck. Remember Harry from the coffee shop? You thought he was just being pleasant too."

"He was!" Wufei was indignant. "Is it simply incomprehensible to you that others may actually not have ulterior motives? Why on earth would he be looking at me in that way?"

"Wufei, you're very attractive; I think the question should be why wouldn't he look at you in that way?" Treize feigned a long-suffering look." But I suppose that is the price I must pay for having such a nubile young husband."

Wufei, never comfortable with praise of any kind, decided to ignore him. "I think I'm going to start preparing lunch. Do you want to help?"

"But of course," Treize rumbled, following the smaller man into the kitchen. "I want to help in any way I can, Sir," he teased, imitating the husky eagerness of Barrows' voice.

"Treize!" Wufei whirled on him, his cheeks stained with color.

Treize laughed and bent to kiss Wufei's reddened cheek. He knew he shouldn't tease him, but his darling was just too adorable to resist. "Don't get angry, my love. We can have a little fun, now can't we? You may be unconvinced, but I know what I saw, and that was Barrows hanging onto your every word. I think he actually trembled when you handed him that screw-driver." Treize nuzzled Wufei's ear. "Ah, Wufei, what an unwitting Casanova you've become, trampling so easily on the hearts of the young men who fall in your path."

"And what an idiot you've become, imagining such ridiculous things. Since you have enough time to indulge in flights of fancy, why don't you start chopping the vegetables for the salad?" Wufei growled, opening the cupboard and stretching on tip-toe for the large wok on the top shelf. Treize reached over and took it down for him.

"All right, but can we at least agree that Barrows was definitely easy on the eyes? Or don't tell me you didn't notice that either?"

Wufei hunched his shoulders and made a noncommittal sound and Treize's grin broadened. He knew his husband far too well to ignore that little movement.

"So you did notice! I thought he was a rather fine specimen myself." When Wufei refused to answer and set about preparing the noodles for the stir fry, Treize snuck up from behind and wrapped his arms around Wufei's waist, pressing their bodies close.

"Idiot, how am I supposed to cook with you clinging to me like this? You know I..."

"It's all right, Mr.Chang," Treize interrupted, impersonating Barrows in the same husky voice as before. "I'll treat you better than that husband of yours ever could. Don't think about him. Just relax and let me show you how much better it can be with me. I know you're the type of man who prefers a gentle touch."

Treize sucked Wufei's soft earlobe into his mouth and his arms tightened as his husband's knees trembled. Wufei was trying valiantly to pretend nonchalance, but that little shiver betrayed him. No matter how much he fought it, he was already being drawn into this little role-play. Treize knew every delicious nuance of his husband's response and didn't have to look to know that Wufei was flushed and that beneath his t-shirt, his small nipples were probably tight.

"Treize, I can't play this game with you; I have to make lunch," Wufei grumbled. He even made a point of turning to the stove, though it didn't help his case any when he sprinkled sugar instead of salt into the wok and began tossing the noodles but forgot to ignite the burner.

"I thought I told you not to think of him," Treize continued, never breaking his role as Barrows. He nuzzled the side of Wufei's neck and his hands slipped beneath his t-shirt to caress the smooth skin of his stomach. "Don't my hands feel good on you, touching you like this? Where do you need me most? I can move up..." Treize trailed a finger up Wufei's quivering muscles, stopping just below his chest. "Or down...." His hand slid back downwards, dipping beneath the waistband of Wufei's jeans.

Wufei gave up all pretense of cooking and gripped the counter, turning his face away from Treize and moaning softly.

"Don't be shy. I know you love him but this will be our little secret. Where do you want me to touch you?"

Wufei hesitated. Then: "Be...Below..."

"Excellent choice, Mr. Chang." Treize purred. He unsnapped the younger man's jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing in erotic counterpoint to Wufei's panting. "Mmm ... you feel so good." Treize slipped his hand into Wufei's briefs and gently fondled his penis. "Wow, Mr. Chang I knew you would be special. I've never been with a man who's uncircumcised before. Does it feel good here?" Treize teased Wufei's foreskin knowing full well just how sensitive his husband was there.

"Don't! Oh gods..." Wufei cried out and jolted against him.

Treize made a rumbling sound of pleasure that was all his own as he rubbed his thumb over and underneath the head of Wufei's cock, giving special attention to the flared ridge there before beginning to stroke him in a firm, but leisurely rhythm. Wufei was fevered and trembling in his arms and Treize moaned as his fingers became slick with his pre-come.

"Oh, sweetheart," Treize groaned, momentarily forgetting the game. His arms tightened about Wufei's waist and he had to suppress a shudder of his own before he could continue. Not good. He couldn't afford to lose control before the main course.

"You're hotter than my dreams, Mr.Chang--wilder. I can't wait to slip my fingers into you and feel how tight you are ... how delicious. I'll stroke that spot deep inside you until you shout my name."

Wufei had long ago confessed to Treize that of all the parts of his body, he was most attracted to Treize's large hands. Not only did they suggest grace and competence, but Wufei had shyly admitted that after making love, the sight of Treize's hands resting innocuously in his lap or on the table, when they had just been caressing him was unbearably erotic. It was a weak point and Treize fiendishly exploited it now. If there was one feature Wufei would have noticed of Barrows' it would have been his hands, and from Wufei's hitched breath Treize knew he was right.

He continued whispering in Wufei's ear, weaving together fantasy and reality, deliberately blurring memories of their previous night's lovemaking session with the game, knowing it would make the images all the more vivid to the younger man. More than touch, it was most often words which ignited Wufei and this little game of Treize's was erotic, forbidden and probably set off all the alarms on Wufei's strict code of virtue even as he found himself hopelessly aroused.

"Treize ...no more ... please," Wufei pleaded, trying to break away from the game, but Treize would not let him. He kissed him tenderly, even as he shook his head, knowing how much he was exciting Wufei and how much the younger man wanted to resist it.

"Mmm ... not Treize ... Joshua."

Treize kneeled, and kissing Wufei's, stomach, he helped him out of his jeans. He took his time with his briefs, however, easing them down a bit, then tugging them back up, revealing more and more of Wufei's erection each time until finally the younger man made a frustrated sound and tore them off himself. He bent forward and captured Treize's lips, his tongue stealing into his mouth. But for all the urgency of his body, Wufei's kiss was slow and sweet, telling Treize of his love and of the pleasure blossoming between them. His fingers dug into Treize's shoulders as he pressed against him, but before Wufei could completely have him at his mercy, Treize slipped his arm beneath his husband's buttocks and lifted him onto the counter.

"Oh!" Wufei scrabbled at Treize's shoulders as he was plunked onto the marble surface.

"In the kitchen?!" He stared at Treize with round black eyes, managing to sound both scandalized and excited, much to Treize's amusement.

"Of course, Mr. Chang. I know I'm only the hired help but where else am I supposed to have a feast?"

Wufei swallowed at that, his throat working audibly.

Treize slid to his knees again, this time spreading Wufei and hooking his legs over his shoulders. When he took his husband into his mouth, Wufei's fingers tangled painfully in his hair and soft moans escaped him. Treize took his time, lapping at the tip of Wufei and then licking the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He kept up a maddening rhythm, taking Wufei in shallowly one moment and deeply the next, always making sure to keep him on edge. While one hand stroked in counterpoint to his teasing mouth, Treize's other hand slipped between his husband's legs to roll and tug at his balls. This drew more urgent cries from Wufei but Treize would not be hurried. He held Wufei open and pleasured him to his heart's content, even stopping to nuzzle his husband's pubic hair. Wufei's scent was in his nostrils and his hot intimate flavor was intoxicating ... delicious. More than that, the wanton pumping of his hips into Treize's mouth made the older man's head spin. Wufei was making little whimpering sounds and his thigh muscles strained against Treize's shoulders. He was completely wild and Treize enjoyed every minute of it, suckling that lovely cock until Wufei gave a hoarse cry and his release burst over Treize's tongue.

Even after the last pulses ceased and Wufei had become soft and sensitive, Treize did not stop, but continued his tasting so that Wufei twisted and shuddered and begged him in disjointed Chinese. By the time he was done, Wufei's sex hung limp and damp between his thighs from Treize's loving attentions and the younger man could barely support himself. He slumped against Treize, providing no resistance as he was carried upstairs and to the bed.

Treize drew back the sheets and gazing at his small sleekly-muscled husband, he wanted so badly to make love to him that he ached with need.

But there was still one last thing left...

Going to the closet, Treize retrieved an unmarked box from the top shelf that had been carefully hidden behind the stacks of their sweaters. Inside was warming lubricant and a slender vibrator, curved specially at the tip for prostate massage. Wufei saw it and began cursing Treize loudly and foully.

"Bastard! Don't you dare--"

"Now, now, Mr. Chang, it's not as high-tech as the new TV but I think you'll like it." Treize said soothingly as he began kissing his way up the insides of Wufei thighs. He savored the delicate musk of the younger man's arousal and the sensuous picture Wufei made with his dark hair clinging to his forehead, the white t-shirt riding up about his waist and below that, his body completely naked to Treize's gaze and his touch.

"Now we're only in the kilohertz range with this one, Sir, but my customers ensure me that it's more than satisfactory." Treize coated the vibrator generously with lubricant and pressed the small remote that set it buzzing. He grinned. "Won't you give it a try? It vibrates at 60 cycles per second."

Wufei rolled over and sat cross-legged on the bed. He glared at Treize, his eyes flashing from behind his rumpled hair. "We can have sex but I won't have that thing put inside me."

"But Mr. Chang--"

"No."

It seemed there was no helping it. Treize sighed and turned the vibrator off. Crawling over the mattress, he came and sat against the pillows next to Wufei.

"So you won't try it, not even for me?" he asked, abandoning the game completely.

"Treize..."

"I promise it's not as monstrous as it seems." Treize moved closer and winding an arm about Wufei's waist, he pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. He knew how wary Wufei was of anything he thought would put him in too vulnerable of a position and Treize wanted to reassure him that this experience would do nothing of the sort.

"I just want you to feel good, my love. Surely you can trust me to do that, hmm?" He slipped his hand between Wufei's thighs and began stroking him again. Slowly those strong legs uncurled and Wufei's fingers tangled in Treize's shirt as his breath came fast, his body pressing against Treize's side.

A shiver raced through Treize at Wufei's eager response. "See?" he said softly, "Just like this. Do I ever give you cause to worry? Turn over, my love. Let me take care of you."

"All right." Wufei gave a long sigh. "But you better not make me regret this."

Treize's heart skipped a beat as Wufei clambered up on trembling limbs before him. Leaning forward on his elbows, he spread his legs, offering his body in a gesture of such implicit trust that Treize's throat ached with emotion.

"Oh, Wufei ...Love... you're wonderful ... sexy ... so beautiful."

Bunching the younger man's t-shirt up under his armpits, Treize kissed along the deep groove of Wufei's spine and the supple curves of his buttocks, even as his hands slipped around Wufei's torso to rub and pluck at his nipples. The younger man smelled of soap and musk and his skin tasted of salt. As Treize moved lower on his body, Wufei writhed and whimpered, calling out Treize's name.

Between Wufei's spread thighs Treize could see the dark rose of his scrotum and the delicate entrance to his body, and groaning, he caressed him there too before slicking his fingers and slipping them into Wufei's snug heat, stroking and stretching him until Wufei slumped forward, muffling his cries into the sheets.

"Wufei, I'm going to put it in now. Are you ready?" Treize asked, dropping one last kiss at the base of his husband's spine before withdrawing his fingers.

"Ye...Yes."

Slowly, Treize pushed the vibrator into Wufei, twisting the ridged shaft in and out of him, both to stretch Wufei and to make him acutely aware of all the sensitive nerve endings around his entrance that made the area so erogenous. When the vibrator was seated all the way in, Treize switched it to the lower setting, giving his husband time to adjust. The pace was meant to provide a gentle but steady massage that was bound to drive Wufei wild.

"How does it feel?"

"H--Hot..." Wufei gasped.

"Mmm ... that's the warming lubricant. I thought it would be a nice touch. This way it doesn't feel too mechanical does it?"

"Nn!" Wufei shook his head, clearly having some difficulty concentrating. He was making little desperate sounds and rubbing his hips into the mattress as he tried to relieve his arousal.

"Now, now, none of that," Treize clucked disapprovingly and turned him onto his back to prevent him from continuing the friction. When Wufei rolled away, a small wet spot was left on the bed from his agitations.

Treize circled it with his fingers, shuddering with desire. "I think you're ready for more, my love," he murmured, his voice husky with need. Treize shifted the remote to the highest setting and Wufei's eyes flew wide, his head tossing frantically on the pillow.

"Treize ... Treize ... take it out ... take it out. I'm going to..." He let out a long moan and abruptly stiffened as orgasm seized him.

All the while the vibrator buzzed on. Treize licked the semen off Wufei's stomach, then suckled on the head of his cock, watching as little tears gathered in the corners of the younger man's eyes.

"Enough ... enough...Treize..." Wufei wailed and reached blindly between his legs as if to remove the vibrator himself.

"All right, all right, my love." Treize eased the vibrator out of Wufei and soothed him with sweet slow kisses before breaking away to undress. Wufei watched him with molten eyes and Treize stumbled, his feet tangling in his pants in his eagerness to rejoin him. When he had shed the last of his clothing, Treize pulled his husband into his arms once more. Wufei cupped the back of Treize's head, and kissed him, his hot breath fanning against Treize as he nipped and licked at his lips. Even as Treize struggled to catch his breath, he couldn't help musing that the combination of little bites followed by the gentle swipe of a tongue was completely Wufei--tender and aggressive all at once. It was of course one of the many reasons he loved the younger man so much.

Treize's arms tightened about Wufei. He sat against the headboard and as Wufei lowered himself onto his lap, Treize bit his lip, panting harshly at the incredible pressure on the head of his cock as Wufei's body, so tight, seemed initially to resist him.

Wufei whimpered and buried his face in Treize's neck. He raised himself up a little, spreading his legs wider and rubbing over Treize's cock to slicken himself even more. The next time Wufei guided him to his hole, the younger man accepted him. Treize kissed his husband fiercely, moaning as he slipped deeper and deeper into unbelievable tightness.

When they were fully joined, Wufei began moving, bouncing gently in his lap at first, then as his passion overtook him, switching to a sinuous grinding that made heat rocket along Treize's spine and left him shouting Wufei's name. It was a hot sensuous ride that left both of them panting and ended with their commingled release spattered stickily between their bodies.

Later, they cuddled under the sheets and then padded to the bathroom. Steam curled up from the large tub, the custom model's relaxing jets pulsing around Treize and Wufei as they soaked together. It was the perfect follow-up to an afternoon of lovemaking.

Wufei was sitting between Treize's legs, resting against his chest and beneath the water he stroked Treize's thigh. While he daydreamed, Treize bathed his young husband, occasionally shifting him so he could lather his back or an armpit or a calf.

Wufei trailed his hands through the foaming water, watching the suds dissipate. He jerked a little when Treize began washing his genitals, lingering over the sensitive flesh so that his attentions were less dutiful and more of a caress. Wufei reached down but his hand hovered above Treize's, torn between stopping him and the pleasure he was clearly receiving.

"You like touching me here entirely too much," he scolded, though his voice was breathy and his gaze was slightly unfocused.

"Here where?" Treize teased him, enjoying the faint color that touched Wufei's cheekbones. He continued to wash him, never pausing the gentle rubbing of the washcloth over his skin. His fingers slipped between Wufei's buttocks. "Let me look at you. Are you tender?"

"Of course not. How could I be after that damn vibrator?" Wufei muttered.

"I know, My Love, but towards the end there you were so eager..."

"Shut up," Wufei growled.

Treize grinned. No matter how prickly Wufei was, he always knew when his husband was in a good mood and he was in a genuinely good one now as they emerged from the tub and toweled off. Lovemaking always made Wufei sleepy and mellow and he melted easily into Treize. They dressed, Treize giving Wufei his pajama top while he took the bottoms.

Wufei screwed up his face as he watched him tug the pants over his hips. "Isn't this a bit too cheesy even for us?" he asked, holding the crimson silk at arm's length.

Treize laughed and took the shirt from Wufei, who, despite his grumbling, let him guide his arms through the sleeves and allowed him to button it up. He tried not to grin at the adorable picture Wufei made; the younger man would have his neck if he did. The shirt came midway to Wufei's thighs and the sleeves hung just past his fingertips, so that Treize had to roll them up to his elbows so they wouldn't get in his way.

Wufei sighed as they made their way out of the bathroom. "So what do we do now? We still haven't had lunch and I'm afraid I don't feel like cooking anymore."

"That's okay. Let's go downstairs. I'll order lunch and we can snuggle on the couch...." Treize pressed Wufei's hand to his lips. This time he did smile. "Maybe even watch some TV?"

Wufei saw his playful expression and shook his head. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" he said, but he too was smiling. Grasping Treize's hand, he laced their fingers together. As one, they left the bathroom and headed down to the living room, knowing that after this afternoon, no matter how hard they tried, they would probably never be able to see that television set the same way again.

End