Title: Chance Meeting: Triple Your Pleasure
Rating: NC-17 (duh!)
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, threesome, PWP
Disclaimers: Don't own them.
Notes: Sequel to Chance Meeting 24
Zechs relaxed as he realized that Trowa was not
going to try to kill him.
Then he realized that Trowa might have other plans
as the brown haired pilot
approached with a very obvious arousal showing
through his skintight jeans.
Quatre giggled as he asked Zechs, "Did you really
mean what you said about
always being ready?"
Zechs looked openmouthed at Trowa and said, "You're
really ok with this?"
Trowa gave him a predatory look as the tall blond
extricated himself from
Quatre and stood up. Running appreciative eyes
over Zechs, Trowa almost
smiled. "As long as I get to play, too."
Trowa grabbed Quatre and pulled him into a passionate
kiss. "I missed you,
angel," Trowa whispered as he ran his hands all
over the naked boy. Quatre
moaned in response, rubbing his quickly recovering
arousal against the
Zechs felt himself harden again at the sight of
the two beautiful boys making
out. Reaching down to stroke himself, he had an
idea. "Why don't we all have
a shower?" Zechs suggested. The thought of being
under the steamy water with
Trowa and Quatre was making him drool. He was
far from satisfied after the
Quatre giggled. "That sounds fun!" Trowa nodded.
Quatre ran his hands under
Trowa's shirt, then pulled it over the brown haired
pilot's head. "You have
too many clothes on."
Zechs looked admiringly at Trowa's well-defined
chest and arms, never having
seen him out of his customary turtleneck. Walking
over to the two, he purred,
"Can I be of some assistance?"
Quatre smiled happily at his new lover. "Yes, you
can help me with this,"
indicating Trowa's zipper. "Trowa's pants are
so tight I can never get them
Trowa threw his head back and moaned softly as
the two blonds worked to
extricate him from his tight jeans, deliberately
brushing against him and
each other as they did so. After getting them
unzipped, both Quatre and Zechs
dropped to their knees in front of Trowa and peeled
the jeans down slowly.
Trowa wore no underwear, and his arousal sprang
forth immediately, already
"Yummy," smiled Quatre as he delicately licked
the tip of Trowa's erection,
tasting the dew there. Then he caught Zech's mouth
in a savage kiss as he
stroked Trowa with his hand. Zechs gently teased
the inside of Trowa's
thighs. Then it was Zechs' turn; he swallowed
Trowa's arousal, making the
green eyed boy gasp. The two blonds took turns
sucking on Trowa's hardness
until the boy was begging for release. Trowa looked
down to see his arousal
being attended to by two golden beauties, and
his knees almost gave out.
Watching it disappear into Quatre's delicate mouth,
then Zechs' sensual lips...
the two boys paused occasionally to touch and
kiss each other.
"Oh, god, Quatre, Zechs..." Trowa managed to moan.
Quatre reached up a small
hand and gently tweaked Trowa's nipple, and that
was it: Trowa climaxed
violently. Zechs and Quatre took turns lapping
up Trowa's passion as the boy
above them cried out in ecstasy.
Zechs quickly stood up and caught Trowa as his
knees finally gave out. Zechs
moved around behind Trowa and supported him from
behind as Quatre stood in
front of the brown haired boy. Quatre wrapped
his arms around Trowa's neck
and nuzzled him as Zechs put his arms around Trowa
Trowa stepped out of his jeans so that all three
of them were now unclothed.
Slowly, the triple embrace went from comforting
to passionate as Trowa
recovered and began to kiss Quatre and push back
In answer, Zechs pressed his hardness against Trowa's
tight ass and thrust
his hips back and forth. This caused Trowa to
moan into Quatre's mouth and
run his hands over the smaller boy.
"Why don't we take this into the shower?" Quatre
Taking Trowa's and Zechs' hands, he led them both
into the locker room.
They entered the shower enclosure. It was a rectangular
tiled room with
showerheads coming out of the wall at six foot
intervals. Quatre turned on
several of them and the room began to fill with
steam. The small blond
dragged his taller lovers under one of the showers.
Smiling wickedly, Quatre
took some liquid soap into each hand and started
washing both Trowa and Zechs
at the same time. He stood in front of them and
soaped up their chests first,
paying particular attention to their nipples until
both were fully aroused
Then, Quatre got more soap and worked his way further
down. To make it
easier, he kneeled in front of Trowa and Zechs
and began to slowly stroke
both erections. The two began to moan and thrust
into Quatre's talented
hands. Zechs reached out and locked lips with
Trowa, kissing passionately as
the small blond worked his magic. Soon both men
were thrusting helplessly
into Quatre's hands. Quatre still managed to look
angelic, smiling up at them
both, a cock in each hand.
As much as Quatre wanted to make both his lovers
climax like this, he had
something else in mind. Standing up, he stood
in front of Zechs and Trowa. He
looked searchingly at Trowa as if asking permission.
Trowa nodded briefly.
Quatre turned back to Zechs.
"As you probably have already guessed, I like to
be the bottom," Quatre began
sweetly. "And as much as Trowa enjoys taking
me, he also likes to be taken
sometimes. Will you take Trowa while he takes
me? It's something we've always
wanted to do."
Zechs looked at Trowa, who nodded again, and Zechs
said, "Oh, yes, I think
I'd like that."
Quatre looked delighted. He turned around and grabbed
a towel bar for
support, bending over and raising his ass in the
air enticingly. "Well, what
are you waiting for then?"
That was all the encouragement the taller boys
needed. Trowa started to
prepare Quatre, but the smaller boy just said,
"I'm ready, just do it!"
Trowa happily complied, rubbing his arousal briefly
against Quatre's tight
ass before pushing slowly inside him. Though Quatre
claimed to be ready,
Trowa pushed carefully to avoid hurting his love.
Quatre moaned impatiently;
he wanted to be filled now. Finally, Trowa was
buried inside Quatre.
Zechs watched Trowa enter the small blond and licked
his lips in
anticipation. He was more than ready when Trowa
looked back at him and
nodded. Zechs took some more soap and began to
gently prepare Trowa. Zechs
could tell Trowa didn't do this often; the brown-haired
boy was incredibly
tight. Trowa closed his eyes and began to moan
as Zechs inserted another
finger. Trowa involuntarily pushed deeper into
Quatre, making the blond boy
pant impatiently. Zechs inserted a third finger,
and Trowa gasped and pushed
back. The tall blond thought Trowa was ready.
He removed the fingers and
positioned himself, touching just the tip of his
aching arousal to Trowa's
"Are you sure?" Zechs asked, teasingly.
"Please," hissed Trowa pleadingly. That was what
Zechs wanted to hear. He
pushed slowly into Trowa, savoring the almost
Zechs forced himself to go slowly, though Trowa's
tight body was driving him
crazy with sensation. The agony of holding himself
back made him bite his
lip. All he wanted to do was pound into the green-eyed
boy, but he forced
himself to be gentle. For now.
Finally, all of Zechs was deep inside Trowa, and
Trowa was buried to the hilt
in Quatre. All three paused, then Zechs pulled
out slightly, and pushed back
inside Trowa carefully. The brown haired boy threw
his head back and moaned
loudly as Zechs' hardness invaded him and brushed
his sweet spot. The next
time Zechs withdrew farther, and Trowa pulled
back with him, so when Zechs
pushed back in, Trowa pushed back into Quatre
The rhythm seemed to work, and as the three of
them got better at it, their
speed increased. Soon, Zechs was pounding into
Trowa, and Quatre was hanging
onto the bar for dear life and screaming for more.
Trowa was in heaven,
impaled on Zechs and deep inside Quatre, in sensory
overload. Zechs was
getting off not only on the hot tightness of Trowa,
but also the sight of the
smaller blond getting taken at the same time.
Trowa was moaning fairly
quietly, but Quatre was screaming encouragement
to his two lovers at the top
of his lungs. "Oh god, yes, harder, Trowa, yes,
oh, Zechs, fuck us harder,
Quatre's screaming increased as Trowa reached down
and grabbed Quatre's
neglected arousal and began to pump roughly. Zechs
also reached around to the
small blond and squeezed a nipple. Quatre immediately
moaned more loudly and
tightened around Trowa. With a scream, Quatre
climaxed violently, covering
the shower wall with his creamy seed. Quatre's
muscles clamped down on
Trowa's erection, and the tall boy could take
it no longer. He gasped and
filled Quatre with his passion. Trowa's climax
pushed Zechs over the edge and
with one final thrust and a deep growl, Zechs
pumped into Trowa and filled
They stayed like that for a moment to catch their
breath, then Zechs wrapped
his arms around his younger lovers and eased them
gently to the floor of the
shower. Zechs wrapped his arms around Quatre from
one side and Trowa did the
same from the other, and they sat there like that
for a few moments under the
Then Quatre giggled. "That was fun! Can we do that
Zechs' eyes widened as he looked at Trowa over
Quatre's blond head. Trowa
smiled at Zechs. Zechs could see that he had his
work cut out for him.