Duo Maxwell strained to find a familiar landmark along the road he was driving, but nothing looked recognizable.  Not even squinting helped.

“Where are we?”

“How in Hell would I know?”  Sitting in the passenger seat, Zechs Marquise ground his teeth together in frustration.  “You’re the one who’s driving.”

Duo glanced at him.  “Well you’re the one with the map!”

“I can’t see the map, it’s pitch black out.”

“Well, duh!  It’s only ten minutes before midnight.”  Something flashed in Duo’s peripheral vision.  “Hey, what’s that?”

The something scampered across the road right in front of them.  Duo swerved to avoid it.

“Ahhhh!  Will you watch where you’re going?” Zechs yelled, grabbing the well-worn holy shit handle above his head.  “You nearly hit that…whatever it was.”

“Porcupine, it was a porcupine.”

“How would you know, you’re driving so fast it was nothing more than a brown blur.”

“It had pokey things sticking out of it.”

“Pokey things?  Pokey things!!  Pull over, it’s my turn to drive.”

“Yeah right grandpa, then we’ll never get there.”

“At least we’ll get there alive.”

“Are you trying to say something about my driving?  ‘Cause if you are, I’d appreciate it if you just came right out and said it.”

“You. Drive. Too. Fast.”

“Very funny.”

“Glad I could give you a laugh, now pull over.”

“Where?  Here?”  Duo pointed at the debris littered shoulder of the deserted road. 

“Yes.”

“Right here?”

“YES!”

Duo shook his head and cranked hard on the steering wheel.  “Okay.”

Screech.  Bang.  Bang.  Silence.

“Do you know what that sound was?”  Zechs’ voice was filled with barely contained violence.

“Yes, but I have the feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“It was the sound of both the front tires blowing, because you ran over a tree!”

“You told me to pull over right here,” Duo protested.  “Besides, it wasn’t a tree, it was a… large branch.”

“&*$#!”  Zechs took a deep breath.  “You’re lucky you’re cute or I’d have to kill you.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Really?”  Duo gave Zechs a saucy grin.  “Usually you tell me to push it harder.”

“Duo.”

“Yeah.” 

“Call a tow truck.”

“Okay.”

“Then, take off your pants.”

“Now you’re talking!”

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Quatre Winner groaned out loud when he heard the voice of the dispatcher asking where he was.  With great reluctance he picked up his radio.

“I’m half-way home, Chuck, on highway 68.”

“Well turn around.  There’s a car with two blown tires about ten miles behind you.”

Damn.

“Chuck, I punched out on my time card an hour ago.”

“Don’t worry Q-man you’ll get your overtime.  I’m charging these guys triple the usual rate.”

“Okay, okay.”  Quatre couldn’t say no to the overtime, he needed the money.  “I’ll do it.”  He slowed his truck down and pulled a u-turn on the road.  At this time of night, no one was out and he didn’t doubt that whoever was in that car would wait all night for help if he didn’t go.  He wondered idly who they were and why they were driving in the middle of nowhere so late.

He drove by the car fifteen minutes later, pulling another u-turn to get his truck pointed in the right direction to hook on to it.  He parked a few feet ahead of the shiny new sports job and shook his head.  No wonder they’d blown their tires, they’d driven over a small tree.

“Hello!” he called as he jumped out of his truck.  At 5’5 he was the shortest guy driving for the company, but he knew his job and though he wasn’t a big guy, all the hard work had built up his muscles enough that no one gave him any trouble.  Well, not much anyway.

He shoved his blonde hair out of his face as two shadowed figures approached him, both women by the looks of their long hair.  The light produced by his truck wasn’t enough to see either clearly.

“Good evening.”

The deep obviously masculine voice startled Quatre as he automatically shook the hand extended toward him.

“Hello, I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“No, twenty minutes or so, not long.”  The man’s voice was cultured, educated and his grip was firm without being offensive.  His hair hung loose down past his shoulder blades with a fringe hiding his eyes.  Quatre estimated that he was at least six feet tall, given the amount he had to crane his neck to look up at him.

“Hi there.”  The second person stuck out a hand and Quatre shook it realizing that this too was a man.  His hair was even longer than his friends, down past his hips, but restrained in a thick braid.  He wasn’t quite as tall either, but had a deep gravely voice that made him sound a lot bigger than he looked.

Quatre wished the light were better so he could see their faces.

“Hello,” Quatre said shyly.  He’d never met anyone like these two before.  Everyone he knew was either a redneck or a wanna-be redneck. 

He looked at their car.  “So, what happened?”

“Dou drove over a tree,” The first man said.

Duo crossed his arms over his chest.  “You told me to.”

“I did not tell you to drive over a tree, I told you to pull over.”

“Same thing.”

Quatre could see that they were quite willing to argue about it all night, so he quickly interrupted.

“Uh, it’s kind of late and I’m not even supposed to be working right now.  Do you guys mind if I get your car hooked up right away?”  He was sorry he even asked what happened.

“Sure, no problem,” Duo said.

“Of course, we wouldn’t want to hold you up.  My name is Zechs by the way.”

“I’m Quatre Winner.  I’ll just get started then.”

He turned around to have a look at the front of the car.  The branch would have to go.  He reached down and pulled it out of the way, tossing it into the ditch.  The car was too far off to the side of the road.

“Can I have the keys, I have to move the car a little farther out?”

They’d stopped arguing and were watching him.

“Sure.”  Duo pulled them out of his pocket and threw them to Quatre.

“Thanks.”

The two men stood off to one side while Quatre opened the door and leaned inside to put the key in the ignition.  He paused, feeling his neck grow hot.  The car smelled like sex.

“Quatre, anything wrong?”

It sounded like Duo was asking.

“No, nothing’s wrong.”  He swallowed and put his mind back in gear, sticking the key in the ignition.  He turned it one notch and took a good grip on the inside frame and door, then with a slight rocking motion, rolled the car forward.

“There that should do it.”  Quatre was pleased, it had taken less effort than he anticipated to get it where he wanted it.

“Wow, Quatre, you’re stronger than you look.”

Duo again.

Quatre shrugged.  “I’ve been doing this awhile.”  He walked over to the back of his truck and operated some controls, lowering a large t shaped apparatus to the ground.  Within five minutes he had the front of the sports car jacked up into the air and was ready to leave.  He turned to Duo and Zechs, who had watched him while he got everything ready.  It was on the tip of his tongue to offer them a ride, to ask their destination, but they’d disappeared.

Frowning, he circled the car and found them on the other side, kissing.  Quatre froze, only a couple feet away from them, in shock.  He corrected himself.  They weren’t just kissing, they were engaged in a tongue lashing, hands searching, hip grinding dance that stalled the breath in Quatre’s chest.  His mouth fell open, his palms got sweaty, and his face went red. 

He’d looked at his share of penthouse and playboy magazines and stared at pretty girls along with the rest of the guys, but nothing had ever turned him on like seeing these two attack each other.

Zechs grabbed Duo’s braid and bent his head back, giving the taller man access to his neck.  Duo’s mouth hung open, his breath coming in labored pants as Zechs licked and nibbled his way down the long creamy column. 

Quatre could almost feel that tongue and those lips on his own skin, so that when Zechs bit Duo’s neck just above his shoulder, Quatre groaned along with him.

Both men turned to look at him.

Quatre’s eyes widened as he realized they’d heard him.  “I--I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to interrupt.”  He took a couple of steps backward and nearly tripped over his own feet.  “I’ll just go wait in the truck until you’re finished--“  He glanced down at the erections straining the front of their pants.  “--what you’re doing.”  With one last groan he fled.

Getting in the truck, he buried his face in his hands.  His own erection was proving to be more than uncomfortable.  Why did this have to happen now?  He’d never had a reaction like this to anyone before, but he had to admit he was helplessly attracted to both men!

The truck door opened.  Quatre looked up in surprise.  They were done all ready?

“Quatre?”  Zechs’ voice sounded deeper than before.

“Yes.”  Quatre winced.  Given the situation, that was the wrong word to say.  “I was going to offer you guys a ride, but I didn’t know where you were headed, I mean…” he rushed through the words, letting them tumble over each other in his hurry to say something, anything to cover up his embarrassment.

“Quatre?”  Zechs repeated.

“Yes.”  Quatre closed his eyes and counted to three slowly.  He opened them and tried again.  “What?”

Zechs didn’t speak, he leaned forward slowly, giving Quatre time to move if he so choose. 

Eyes wide in disbelief, Quatre stayed right where he was.

Gently, Zechs fitted his lips to Quatre’s, feathering over them lightly, teasing them, nibbling on them, coaxing them to follow where he would lead.

With a tense groan Quatre kissed Zechs back, hanging onto the seat with both hands, afraid that if he let go he’d fall flat on his face.

Zechs flicked his tongue over Quatre’s mouth, asking for entrance.  Hesitantly, Quatre gave it, groaning again as Zechs’ tongue darted in to tease and touch and taste.  Quatre couldn’t believe how sweet it was, better than candy or caramel.  Better than anything.

Keeping his mouth glued to Quatre’s, Zechs pulled the smaller man out of the truck, backing him up against the vehicle.

Quatre didn’t care, all he wanted was that mouth on his, teaching him all things he’d dreamt of doing, but never thought he would.  It wasn’t until he felt a pair of hands on his chest that he realized something was wrong.  Zechs’s hands were on his shoulders.

He broke away from Zechs and tried to get away from all those hands, but they grabbed him tight and wouldn’t let go.

“Quatre, Quatre, it’s okay.  No one is going to hurt you.  Calm down.”  Zechs voice was reassuring, but…

“What--what’s happening?”

 Duo leaned in close.  “Something very, very good.”  His mouth landed on Quatre’s in a kiss that was just as sweet as Zechs, but less controlled.  Instead of trying to push him away, Quatre pulled Duo close, abandoning himself to the feeling of desire clawing its way out of him.

“You liked watching us?” Zechs asked in his ear before licking and sucking the lobe, his hands busy on Quatre’s chest and thigh.

Quatre groaned thinking about how hot he felt seeing them clutch and drown in each other, just as he was trying to drown in them both now.

“You’re so beautiful Quatre, and we liked watching you work so much, seeing your tight ass stretch those jeans, that we couldn’t keep out hands off each other.  Watching us turned you on too, didn’t it?”

Duo wrenched his lips away from Quatre’s, to nibble on the other side of his neck.

“Yes.”  A hand landed on the bulge in the front of his pants.  “Oh God.”  He helplessly thrust his hips forward, needing that touch with a desperation he couldn’t control.  “Please.”

“Are you sure you want this, Quatre?” Zechs asked licking the corded side of his neck.

“Yes, God yes, I’ll probably never get this chance ever again in my life.”

Duo and Zechs looked at each other then at Quatre.

Duo kissed Quatre again, plunging his tongue deep and hard to let him know what was going to happen.

Quatre moaned and clutched Duo closer.

Duo moved Quatre, without breaking their kiss, until he was leaning against the truck seat, then lifted him up so he was lying back with his legs dangling over the side.

Zechs unbuttoned Duo’s pants and pulled them down around his ankles, then did the same with Quatre’s, only he took those all the way off.

Duo’s fingers crawled over Quatre’s chest, tickling, until he found a nipple, then he tortured the other man, rolling and plucking it making Quatre squirm and groan as if in pain.  As soon as Zechs got Quatre’s pants off, Duo reached down and stroked his cock.

“Arhhhhhh!”  Bucking at the first touch, Quatre couldn’t stop screaming as Duo’s strokes alternated between long and light, and short and hard.  When he stared to lick and suck, Quatre was certain he was going to lose his mind.  Duo sped up his strokes and his mouth, working the gorgeous little blonde hard. 

Quatre could feel an intense prickle of sensation pool at the base of his spine.  It suddenly exploded through his groin and across his body it a long drawn out blast so powerful that caused him to black out for a few seconds.

He came to, looked up and immediately started to get hard again.

Duo was standing with Quatre’s legs thrown up on his shoulders, using the cum all over his chest to lubricate his cock and Quatre’s ass.  Zechs was standing behind Duo, doing the same thing to him.

Quatre couldn’t believe it.  He felt a finger enter him and tried not to jump.

“Relax as much as you can,” Duo told him.  “It’ll feel good faster.”

“Okay.”

A second finger joined the first, then a third.

Quatre tried to regulate his breathing, but gave up when he felt the head of Duo’s cock pushing inside him.  He arched his back as it hurt at first, but slowly came back down, as Duo didn’t push in any further.  He glanced up, Duo was shaking with the effort it took to not plunge into him and Quatre felt a burst of happiness in his heart.

Zechs was moving behind duo.

“Not yet Zechs, I don’t want to hurt Quatre.”  Duo said looking down at him.  “God, you’re so tight.”  He moved a little and hissed at the exquisite feeling of being in so tight a body.  He moved again and hit something inside the Quatre that caused him to cry out.

Duo pulled out and pushed back in hitting that same spot again, making Quatre scream.

“Zechs, now,” he moaned.

Zechs entered Duo, who shuddered at the feeling of being invaded while invading another all at the same time.

“Fellas, this is so good, I know I’m not going to last long,” Duo confessed, his head thrown back.

“Then we’ll make it short and sweet,” Zechs said as he gave Duo a long stroke.

The two men quickly established a rhythm that had Quatre moaning and screaming non-stop.  He could feel the explosion building and opened his eyes.  The sight of the two longhaired men leaning over him was too much.

“God!” he cried as the volcano of sensation erupted inside him once again.  “What have you done to me?  Arhhhhhhhh!”

Quatre’s climax caused Duo to orgasm, which trigged Zechs to cum too.  They collapsed onto to Quatre and all three men lay limply, chests heaving from the exertion.

Quatre stared up at the ceiling of his truck, his hands resting in the hair of his two new found lovers and let the tears collecting in his eyes flow down his face.  Would he ever experience this kind of bliss again?

Zechs was the first one to recover.  He straightened up, pulling Duo with him, planting a lazy kiss on the braided man’s mouth.  Then he surprised Quatre by kissing him as well.

“Are you okay, Quatre?” Zechs asked, pulling only a couple inches away from his face.

“Yes.”  Quatre smiled.  “I’ll treasure this always.”

Zechs and Duo exchanged a look, but didn’t say anything.

The three men got their clothes back on.

“Um, have you anywhere to stay?” Quatre asked hesitantly.

“No.” Zechs answered.  “Is there anywhere nearby that’s still open at this time of night?”

“No, but I’d be honoured if you would stay at my place.” Quatre offered hopefully.

“Thanks Quatre,” Duo said.  “We appreciate it.”

“Let’s go then.”  Quatre tried not to hope too much for a repeat performance, but maybe they’d let him kiss them goodbye before they left.

They piled into the truck, Duo in the middle, and started down the road.

“Have you lived in this area long, Quatre?” Zechs asked.

“Yes, all my life.”

Duo put a hand on Quatre’s thigh.

“Ever thought of moving?”

“Moving?”  Quatre dared not hope that they were asking what he thought they were asking.

“Yeah.”  Duo’s hand moved up and down his thigh and for the third time Quatre got hard.  Duo noticed it too.

“Oh yeah, we think you’ve got a lot of…potential.”