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pervy_potluck was wonderful!

I had a great time. Everyone there was crazy and pervy as they should be. It's great to spend an afternoon perving like that. There are lots of wonderful drabbles to share as a result. Mostly GW, because we tend to be obsessed like that. ^_^

I'm posting mine here because I'm weird and I like to keep everything in my journal.

Quatre knew he would be perfectly framed by the window, that the light behind him would make sure every inch of him was illuminated, and that if anyone happened to be working late across the street they would see a side of Mr. Winner no one expected.

Still, he went to stand where Duo told him too, parted his legs, let his arms fall at his sides and looked outside. Naked, exposed and in display for whoever wanted to see, Quatre waited, counting the seconds until a hand ran down his stomach, slowly, and he could feel Duo's breath tickling his neck.

"Brace yourself."

Quatre put both palms on the window frame just as Duo entered him in one quick thrust. Duo's hand grasped Quatre's cock, stroking it. Quatre's forehead touched the glass, and he could see how his rapid breaths steamed up the window.

Quatre moved his hips, meeting Duo's thrusts. There was no time for doubts, there was no time for second thoughts, there was just the moment. Who cared who watched?

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Maybe it had been a stupid bet to make, Wufei thought as he sank to his knees, but he had given his word, and he wasn't about to break it. Trowa Barton, the start player of the opposite team was leaning against the arch of the goal, smirking.

"I'll score twice," he had said when the game started.

Wufei, wanting to wipe the cocky smile of the other player's face had bet him that he wouldn't, and when the ball hit the net for the second time during the game and Trowa gave him that wink before celebrating, Wufei knew he was screwed.

Wufei was still wearing his uniform, as per agreement, even the gloves. So was Trowa.

"Whenever you are ready," Trowa said, lowering his shorts just enough to pull his cock out and press it softly against Wufei's lips.

Obediently, Wufei parted his lips and started licking, slowly.

Trowa's fingers threaded through Wufei's hair, taking off the rubber band and letting Wufei's hair fall down.

Wufei hated having his hair down.

Trowa fucked his mouth slowly, almost lazily, while Wufei sucked and licked, trying to bring Trowa to the edge was fast as possible. What if someone walked out into the field and saw him? The famous goalie, Chang Wufei, on his knees, sucking another player.

"You like this," Trowa said.

Wufei glared and Trowa chuckled.

"Touch yourself," Trowa instructed. "I won't come until you do."

I gave my word, Wufei repeated to himself over and over. I gave my word, I gave my word, I gave my word.

Awkwardly, Wufei started to take his gloves off when Trowa stopped him. "Leave them on."

Closing his eyes, Wufei pushed his shorts down and started stroking himself. The gloves were rough but Wufei dutifully fucked his glove covered hand as Trowa fucked his mouth.

He hated it… until he came and tasted Trowa's cum in his mouth.

"You like this," Trowa repeated.

And Wufei had to admit to himself that he did.

The bastard had scored again.

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Fuji pulled down his pants and boxers, leaving his tennis shirt on and kneeled down in all fours. He looked over his shoulder back at Tezuka and said, "I'm ready."

On the outside, Tezuka looked as composed as ever, standing by the door, his glasses sliding down just slightly. However, people couldn't know how hard he was clutching his tennis bag or how he was biting the inside of his mouth. "What are you doing?" He asked when he felt he could control his voice. However, his tone was higher than normal. Fuji would notice that; he noticed everything.

"You said I needed to be punished." Fuji's voice was perfectly normal, the slight smile still in place. He was acting as if there was nothing unusual about dropping his pants and expecting a spanking.

"You weren't playing your best," Tezuka said, trying to remember why he had told Fuji that maybe he needed to be punished for not playing his matches as well as he could.

"I wasn't," Fuji admitted.

Letting his tennis bag fall on the floor, Tezuka approached Fuji and sat on the chair beside him. He wanted to run his hand down Fuji's ass but he didn't. He forced himself to rest his hands on his lap. "I was going to make you run laps. This is a little extreme." He almost choked on the last word.

Fuji stood up, his pants and boxers falling to his ankles. "You've made me run before. It doesn't work." Slowly, with the grace Fuji's every move had, he placed himself across Tezuka's lap.

Tezuka swallowed hard, realizing his fingers were just bellow Fuji's cock. Quickly, he pulled his hands away. Fuji was smiling.

That smile was a challenge, and if there was something Tezuka wouldn't shy away from, it was a challenge. "I was going to give you twenty laps. Instead we'll do it your way. Count, Fuji."

"Yes, buchou." Fuji let his head fall forward and waited.

After running his hand over Fuji's ass, once, just once, Tezuka raised his hand and delivered a smack.

"One." Fuji's voice was clear and controlled.

Methodically, Tezuka delivered seven more smacks, distributing them in Fuji's ass and thighs.

"Eight," Fuji said, and then added, "It's not hard enough." He turned around and Tezuka could see the smile was still firmly in place. "I won't learn any lesson this way."

"Nine." This time Fuji's voice wasn't so controlled. In twelve Tezuka saw Fuji's toes curl and by fifteen Tezuka was sure Fuji was hard, his cock trapped against Tezuka's thighs.

"Seventeen." The voice was shaky now. Tezuka bit the inside of his mouth. There was no denying it. He was hard too.

He delivered the last three smacks quickly and then let his hand rest over Fuji's ass. He caressed it slowly, watching the way Fuji shivered with the touch.

After a while he pulled Fuji up and Fuji kneeled by Tezuka's chair. The smile was different this time, a smile Tezuka had never seen before, and Fuji's eyes were lustful, staring at him.

"Thank you," Fuji said.

Not knowing exactly how, Tezuka was on the floor, his arms around Fuji's waist, kissing him. Tezuka knew Fuji hadn't learned his lesson yet, and as he pushed him down on the carpet Tezuka hoped he never would.

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"No," Heero said, and then repeated, "No." He crossed his arms above his chest and glared at Duo.

Duo didn't flinch. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. He just held the skirt in one hand and gave Heero a cocky smile.

"No." There was no way. No way. This was a line he wasn't crossing. There were things Gundam pilots simply didn't do, no matter what, and this was one of them. No. No way.

Duo's smile widened.

Fuck.

With a grumble, Heero snatched the skirt from Duo's hand. He took off his pants and then Duo said, "Boxers too," and Heero did.

He would rather stay like this, stripped from the waist down, but no, he had to fall in love with Duo, had to come to cherish Duo's smile more than anything, and this would make him smile. With a hard swallow, Heero put on the skirt, smoothing the wrinkles carefully. He raised his head and met Duo's eyes.

And there was that smile.

Heero turned around, and when he met Duo's eyes again, he was smiling too.

Duo pushed Heero against the wall and moved his hand up the skirt, grabbing Heero's cock and stroking it lovingly.

"That's what I love about skirt," Duo said. "Easy access."

Heero pushed into Duo and met Duo's smile. That was something he couldn't deny.

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"You are suicidal!" Duo said, but he still let Heero pulled him by the hand to the back yard. "This is crazy!" Duo tried again. "Can't we just go home?"

"Trowa's car is blocking us," Heero explained.

"But, can't we just hotwire his car?" Duo asked, looking at the pouring rain outside.

"No."

Before Duo could protest again, Heero ran out into the rain, pulling Duo behind him. He led Duo to around the corner, where the lights of the party going on inside couldn't be seen, and then kissed him, a deep wet kiss.

Duo's knees gave away and he fell down on the wet ground, pulling Heero with him. He pushed Heero on his back on the grass and straddled him, leaning down to kiss him again. The rain was cold, so cold, and Duo pressed his chest on top of Heero's, sharing Heero's warmth before kissing him again.

Heero's fingers pulled Duo's shirt off and following the lead, Duo unbuttoned Heero's shirt quickly, wanting to get closer to Heero's warmth. The rain drops sparkled on Heero's chest, and Duo leaned down, licking them, tasting rain and sweat, and Heero, oh so Heero. He sank his tongue in Heero's belly and pulled down Heero's pants to lick more, to suck, to taste more Heero.

And as Duo took Heero in his mouth, Heero threaded his fingers through Duo's hair, untangling the braid and letting it fall over Duo's body, protecting him from the rain. When Heero came, Duo licked every drop and then kissed Heero full on the lips, tasting more rain and more Heero, and he couldn't get enough.

He then lay down on the grass and pulled Heero over him. And Heero licked Duo, slowly, hungrily. Duo threw his head back, letting the rain hit his face and holding onto Heero's wet shoulders, burying his hand on Heero's hair and feeling Heero's mouth on him.

And suddenly, the fact that they were having sex in Lady Une's back yard didn't matter anymore.

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