Author: Sami-pi
Pairing: established 1x2x1 and 3x4x3
Rating: R
Warnings: some nekkidness?
Timeline: post EW, Quatre's CEO of WEI, Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei are all Preventers, and they're all around 30ish.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing, its characters and its trappings, belong to Bandai, Sotsu, and... I was sure there was someone else in there... sorry! ^^;;; Anyway, this fic is not for profit, just for fun.
12:16
Conference Room A at the Winner Enterprises Inc. head office was THE Conference Room. It was a conference room to end all conference rooms. It was one they used when they wanted to show off. It took up half of the forty-fifth floor, most of the other half being Quatre's suite of offices, and it had floor-to-ceiling windows providing a wide, panoramic view of the city from southwest to due-north All the furniture was a dark, lacquered cherry; the seats were cream leather. There was a softly patterned carpet underfoot, and expensive original paintings from great masters lining the walls. The sideboard always contained crystal wine glasses and several bottles of only the best vintages; everyday Christine placed a bowl of little chocolates in the exact center of the table.
And right now, those chocolates were scattered merrily in the very naked (and actually also merry) lap of one Trowa Barton.
Quatre blinked.
Then he blinked again.
"Christine scheduled me for a lunch meeting..."
"And that would be with me," said Trowa with a smirk.
"And did she see you like this, was the question I was going to ask," Quatre replied.
Trowa chuckled and a couple of the little chocolates got jostled into new positions.
"It's just that, I don't see a lot of lunch around..."
Trowa crooked his finger and beckoned Quatre to come closer.
"I think you've got more than enough to eat right here," he said, shifting forward a little bit.
Quatre arched an eyebrow.
"I think a couple of those chocolates just wandered into a very uncomfortable place."
The expression on Trowa's face indicated that he was inclined to agree with that assessment.
Quatre grinned. He swung by the sideboard and picked up a bottle of the more expensive champagnes, but he bypassed the crystal glasses. WEI executives deserved the very finest, but Winners demanded perfection. Champagne tasted best served over hot, heated flesh.
Sweet bubbles, salty skin, sticky Crème de Trowa.
And chocolate chasers.
Quatre licked his lips.
"Yummy," he murmured.
A little champagne was poured; just a sampling, Quatre explained, to see if the vintage met with his approval. Trowa definitely understood the finer points of wine tasting and leaned back to let his boyfriend sample away. Quatre very delicately lapped the champagne off Trowa's chest, paying particular attention to sensitive nipples. Berries and champagne, he said, were a classic combination. Working his way down, following the flow of the liquid, Quatre came closer and closer to his favourite snack, something that went better with champagne than strawberries or caviar but was just as salty and twice as sweet.
"How long do you have today?" he asked, hovering mere centimeters above Trowa's cock.
"All day," Trowa mumbled, fingers tangling in golden blond hair.
"Duo still on disability?"
Trowa 'mm'-ed and shifted closer.
"I should probably go tell Christine to clear my schedule..."
Trowa gave Quatre's hair a sharp tug and the look in his eye suggested that there would Consequences if Quatre were to back up out of his lap now.
So Quatre grinned, took a deep swig of champagne, and went to lunch.
OWARI
I was trying to work the champagne blowjob into there... but it didn't work out for me. T_T
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