The Wonderful World of Voyeurism™

The day started off cold. Really cold… as in the temperature being below zero. Duo hopped around trying to be warm, Wufei went to roast marshmallows in Nataku, and Quatre bundled up in expensive-furs-to-bundle-up-in-when-you-are-cold™.

“Ne, how can you just sit there in spandex while the rest of us are in sweaters and pants and still freezing our butts off?” Duo cried as he paced around Heero, who was sitting on the freezing cold floor, typing his mission report.

“Hn. Baka.” Heero muttered under his breath. The truth was, he was cold too, and his spandex was NOT insulated this time.

“Heero, would you go upstairs and bring down some hot water bottles?” Quatre asked while rubbing his hands together. “There should be some in the bathroom closet.”

“Hn.” The Wing pilot got up, figuring he had nothing better to do. Besides, he was really writing fanfiction that wasn’t going anywhere instead of a mission report.

After gathering up all the hot water bottles in sight, he went back downstairs where Quatre had an enormous kettle on the stove.

“Thanks!” Quatre grinned and filled the bottles up, and distributed them among Duo and Wufei, who had returned after getting a toothache from all the marshmallows.

“Ah, that feels great Quatre.” Duo sighed happily and kissed his koi on the forehead.

“Ah, justice… I’m warm.” Wufei shifted the ten or so water bottles on him.

“Yes….” Quatre moaned, snuggling up next to Duo under thirty or so hot water bottles. “Mmm… it’s so warm.”

The three were bundled up, leaving Heero freezing in his very thin, non-insulated spandex shorts.

“Oh… Heero.” Quatre stood up, embarrassed. “There’s not enough for you.”

“Hn.” Heero fumed, for he had gotten the bottles, and didn’t even get one for the ‘trouble’ he went through.

“Lemme think…” Duo smacked his head. “There should be more upstairs in the closet.”

“Humph.” Heero turned and went back upstairs.

“What’s with him?” Trowa asked as he came in from shoveling snow.

“Ah, he’s just pissed because we are warm.” Wufei explained. “But I will not give up my hot water bottles! Me being warm is JUSTICE!”

“I’m going to go take a hot shower…” Trowa muttered, seeing that Wufei wanted to be alone while hoarding his hot water bottles.

Meanwhile, Heero was searching through the rather large bathroom closet for more hot water bottles. Trowa, unbeknownst of this fact, opened the bathroom door, which caused the closet door to slam shut and lock. The banged pilot locked the bathroom door silently, and went hunting for shampoo under the bathroom sink.

Heero, by this time, heard the door shut and rushed over to it, peeking out through the slits just in time to see Trowa remove his turtleneck. The Japanese boy’s eyes widened when he saw how built the Heavyarms pilot was.

“Nnn…” the Latino boy groaned as he stretched and brushed his hands over his heavily muscled chest.

“…” Heero felt his nose trickle with blood, his spandex getting tight around his groin as Trowa slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down in one fluid motion. Next, the boxers came off and were tossed carelessly to the side.

“Quatre, where did you put the soap?” Trowa called down, his back to Heero.

“I think there’s some in the cabinet above the sink!” came the blonde’s reply.

“Oh! Found it!” Trowa fumbled with the package, and dropped it on the floor. He bent over to pick it up, giving Heero a great view of his firm ass.

“Shit!” Heero whispered as blood began flowing from his nose. He prayed that Trowa hadn’t heard him, but the naked boy seemed indifferent to whatever soft noise he had made.

Trowa stepped into the shower, closed the clear glass door, and turned the water on hot.

“Ah…” he groaned as the stream of water hit him.

“Ah…” Heero moaned as he slowly stroked his crotch while he watched Trowa wash his hair. He sped up the ministrations when Trowa opened the door and…

‘Wait a second, he’s stepping out and… heading right for the closet!’ Heero panicked and backed away from the door just as Trowa flung it open.

“What the?” Trowa gasped when the door connected with Heero’s nose with a loud ‘smack’.

“Trowa…. I… I… “ Heero stammered as the other glared at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Trowa grabbed Heero and pulled the Japanese boy to his feet, then noticing the blood stained tank top and nose. “Shit Heero, what the hell happened to you?” he gasped and reached behind Heero, causing the shorter pilot to bleed even more.

“Gak! Why’d you get out of the shower?” Heero gasped as Trowa handed him a face washcloth.

“I forgot a washcloth for the shower gel and… !!!” Trowa’s visible eye widened when he looked down and saw the large lump in Heero’s spandex.

Heero’s face turned red. “I was just…” he started when Trowa cut him off by massaging the growing lump.

“Did you like what you saw?” he whispered.

“Wha… what?”

“Did you like what you saw?” Trowa repeated, still massaging Heero’s crotch.

Heero gulped, and swallowed nervously.

“Would you like to see more?” the Latino boy asked, sliding one hand underneath Heero’s tank top and pinching a nipple.

When Heero nodded again, Trowa grabbed a fresh washcloth and pulled Heero out of the closet. After relieving Heero of his clothes, Trowa practically had to drag Heero into the shower.

Once they were under the hot spray of water, Trowa pulled Heero closer and slowly rocked his hips against the shorter boy’s.

“Ahh…” Heero gasped as their erections brushed against each other. He bucked his hips back, eager for more.

“Shh… you’ll get more, I promise, but first…” Trowa grabbed the shower gel and the washcloth. After working up a lather, he began to scrub Heero’s skin, slowly washing and stroking Heero’s genitals at the same time. When he was done, he handed the cloth to Heero, who finished washing himself.

“Nnn… Trowa…” Heero grunted has the taller boy stroked him.

“All right.” Trowa squeezed shower gel onto his fingertips and gently probed at Heero’s tight hole. After massaging it a bit, he slid two fingers inside.

“Ah! Ahh…..” Heero gasped as the fingers entered him and began to stroke his insides.

Trowa added a third finger, and then a fourth, slowly stretching Heero’s anus. Finally, he slid his hand out and covered his own aching cock with shower gel before pushing against Heero’s stretched hole.

“This might hurt. Just… Fuck!” Trowa gasped has Heero impaled himself on his length.

“Ahhhh!!!” Heero cried out as Trowa’s manhood filled him.

“Shit… Heero, you OK?” Trowa gasped as the other boy’s ass muscles clamped down on his member.

“Fine… god… “ Heero moaned.

“Just put your hands on the wall, and let me do this.” Trowa grunted and shifted his stance a bit. “Damn, you must have really liked it if you wanted it so bad.”

“Hn. Just shut up and fuck me.” Heero groaned and put his hands against the tiled wall.

Trowa slowly pulled out a bit and thrust back in.

“Ugh! Nn… Tsu…” Heero cried out as the Latino boy sped up his pace, one hand on Heero’s left hip and his right hand pumping Heero’s cock.

“Ah… … shit… Heero…” Trowa moaned as he neared orgasm.

“AAAHHHHH!!!” Heero screamed as his semen splashed against the green wall tiles.

“Crap… I’m gonna… Heero!” the taller boy pulled out and trust in hard one last time before losing himself.

“Trowa… you feeling ok?” Heero gasped when Trowa didn’t move.

“Just… a bit … tired…” Trowa replied before pulling himself out.

“My ass hurts…” Heero grunted as he turned around. “That felt good…”

“Ohhh….” Wufei moaned as he watched the screen. “That was a great show.”

“I can’t believe you bugged the bathroom…” Quatre slurred as Duo curled up next to him.

“Well, it was better than watching you two go at it… again.” Wufei grumbled as he picked up the bowl of popcorn, readjusted his erection and went to his room.

“Should we tell them?” Duo whispered as the bathroom door creaked open.

“Nah, let’s just sell copies of the tape to Relena.” Quatre giggled.

“Uh huh… I wonder how much she’ll give us?” Duo smirked as Trowa and Heero walked downstairs.

“Fifty thousand, tops.” Quatre whispered.

“Twenty thousand, straight up.” Duo whispered back when Trowa squeezed Heero’s ass.

“All right, but we have to swipe it from Wufei first.” Quatre snickered.

“What are you two whispering and giggling about?” Trowa asked while pouring a cup of tea.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the wonderful world of video tape business.” Duo called, and then pulled a blanket over his lover.

Trowa raised and eyebrow and Heero smirked. The two left the room, having bugged it with four cameras, all from different angles.

“How much does Hilde have?”

“Dunno, but we’ll soon find out.”