The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 03
By WingNut
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
A jeep pulled into the nearby parking lot, two wet-dreams leaping from it and heading his way. One of them, the darker and more foreboding of the two, was carrying a hairbrush. GreenThumb shivered in delight, trying to run a hand through his unruly hair. It hadn't been taken care of in months, and it was all tangles and knots now.
Suddenly the dark-haired one glanced right at GreenThumb's hiding place, absently smacking his thigh with the brush. "We know you're in there GreenThumb, just come out peacefully and everything will be all right!"
**********GreenThumb shivered again. That voice! It was flat, uncompromising, and filled with veiled threats. He found it very sexy...
GreenThumb licked his lips and flexed his fingers and toes against the ground, undecided. Should he race out and tackle/glomp the tempting stranger, or lure him into these bushes?
He glanced at the third young man, weighing the idea of including him in the fun. He was certainly handsome, with blond hair almost as messy as his darker companion's, and the hint of a smile hovering beneath his expression of concentration. He was standing with his eyes closed, one hand over his heart, the other clutching a short whip.
GreenThumb looked more closely. The whip was really a quirt - it had a tab of leather at the end, instead of a tapered tip. It would cause more noise than damage, more pop than sting. He smirked. He could think of any number of interesting things to do with that...
Duo rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Right then. Blondie was in.
He carefully pressed his spread fingers into the soil, burying them in the cool, damp dirt, digging deep, like roots, until his hands were covered to the wrists. Then he peeked out at his new... targets? playmates?
He grinned. This was going to be fun.
***
Quatre clutched his chest as his eyes flew open in surprise. Those were definitely not the feelings of a rampaging monster!! There was none of the desire for destruction, or rage against an unsuspecting populace...
"Heero," he hissed. "Are you sure you saw GreenThumb? All I'm getting is some horny teenage in the bushes!"
Quatre shifted a bit - the overflow of emotion from said horny teenager was affecting him strongly. Damnit, now wasn't the time to be battling a raging hard-on!!
"Hai," Heero said quietly, keeping his gaze on the bushes. "He was about our age, trailing a long, messy braid with dirt and leaves all through it, and unnaturally bright green eyes. I'm sure."
Quatre smacked his leg with his quirt, using the slight sting to help him tear his eyes off Heero's lean, tapered back and fine, tight ass.
The Japanese boy was starting to prowl sideways, his eyes still fastened on the bushes.
Quatre ran his gaze over his friend's slender form, enjoying the play of muscle over bone, power and grace coiled in deadly harmony...
Quatre smacked his leg again, harder, and forced himself to look the other way, checking the open space on the far end of the bushes.
They still had a mutant to deal with, here. But afterwards... He sighed and rubbed the handle of the quirt over the bulge in his leather pants. Afterwards, he would play with his good friend Heero.
Oooh, and Wufei and Trowa, too!
***
Heero narrowed his eyes. Was that a flash of hair? He took a careful step sideways for a better view. There! Behind that bush - almost *in* that bush - was that the curve of a bent back?
He glanced around quickly, to ensure he wasn't about to be attacked from another direction. He could see no other danger, and Quatre was safe, pacing carefully toward the far end of the clump of bushes.
Actually, seen in profile, Quatre seemed to be enjoying this mission a little more than usual. Heero turned back to stalking his target, his own breathing quickening.
He couldn't really fault Quatre for his arousal - Heero himself was fighting against a growing... distraction. There was something about the smell of the surrounding greenery - earthy, fecund, bursting with life...
A startled cry from Quatre had Heero whirling and crouching defensively in place. His jaw dropped.
Quatre was hanging suspended upside down.
A large plant (tree? beanstalk?), which had certainly not been there moments before, had sprouted from the earth, wrapping a strong vine around the blond's left ankle as it did so.
"I'm not hurt! Watch yourself!" Quatre called out, smacking his quirt against a vine attempting to insinuate itself up his right pant leg.
Heero whirled back toward the bushes just in time to be bowled over. The lithe form against him planted a wet kiss on his mouth and was gone, rolling off and away. He grabbed instinctively, but the braid he was aiming for zipped between his fingers.
Bright laughter trailed in the wake of the braid.