well... this is something I started months ago and have decided to finish... your guess is as good as mine for the timeline... I dunno

WARNINGS: sexuality on display

DISCLAIMER: standard disclaimers apply, I own no one recognizable

DEDICATION: for ClarySage who says sexiness makes her feel better...

CircleJerk

"... and now for the weather. The forecast for today is sun, high near 28 degrees C and clear skies. Great day to catch some rays and enjoy the day people. Don't forget the suncreen. Now back to our morning music hour..."

Duo leapt out of bed as the music started. "Great... a perfect day, no missions, no nosy Doctors. We are officially on vacation." Duo headed for the adjoining bathroom of his suite at one of Quatre's many estates. They were all in need of some R&R and this was the perfect place to grab some down time and recharge the batteries.

Duo emerged moments later armed with a beach towel, a bottle of tanning oil, and sunglasses. A rather disreputable pair of baggy boxers slung low on his narrow hips attempting to be a substitute for swimming trunks. He moved quietly down the hallway to avoid the others and take some time just for himself. Even The Mouth needs some time to himself. He ghosted past Heero's rooms, hearing the ever present clicking of the keyboard and grinning to himself. "Man, I bet he doesn't even know what a vaction is." Duo stopped in the kitchen to grab a large pitcher of iced lemonade and made his getaway to the back patio.

Duo slipped the sunglasses on and surveyed the scene. It was like some sort of exotic oasis. Several lounging chaises surround a large swimming pool that glittered in the bright sun. The gardens were extensive, flowering plants lifted their faces to follow the sun and give of their perfume. Several meters behind the pool was a wooded copse and Duo could hear the faint sounds and occasional yells of Wufei practicing his kata. Through the open windows there were the intermingled sounds of violin and keyboard tapping. Duo squinted up at Trowa's rooms, able to hear the indeterminant sounds of whatever it was Trowa did to relax.

Duo grinned and made a move toward the loungers. Setting the lemonade and the oil on a nearby table, he then flung out the beach towel and spread it over the plush cushions of one of the loungers. Duo poured himself a large glass of lemonade and collapsed onto the lounger, arranging his slim body to capture the maximum amount of sun. Duo sighed blissfully as the heat began to seep deep into his muscles, smoothing them into a state of total relaxation.

Unbeknownst to Duo, four pairs of eyes were watching him from various vantage points, each suffering from varying stages of envy at the hedonistic pleasure evident in the lines of Duo's body and each completely unaware that the others were also watching. Behind dark glasses one eye popped open.

"Crap. Forgot the oil." Duo languidly reached for the bottle, popping the top and squeezing a generous amount into one hand. Leaning forward he rubbed a bit of oil into the top of each foot and slowly slid his oiled palms up his legs, stopping just below the hem of the makeshift trunks. Duo took the bottle and squirted more oil into his hands and applied it to his arms enjoying the slippery feeling on his warmed skin.

He was applying more oil to his arms when he felt a faint prickle on the back of his neck and realized that the muted sounds of the others had stopped. His eyes widened and he grinned inwardly. He waited a brief time but no one appeared. Fine. Here he was laid out like a banquet and not one of them would come out to play. Bunch of prudes anyway. Well then. If they wanted to watch he'd give them a show they'd not likely forget.

Duo's entire body language changed from lazy relaxation to warm sensuality. He reached for the oil and tipped the bottle slightly so that a thin stream of oil poured slowly down over his chest, running in rivulets to collect in a small puddle at his navel. His head tipped back as one hand began a slow foray across his chest, gathering up the oil and smoothing it into his skin. His fingers danced up toward his nipples, a fingertip circling each pink bit of flesh, teasing them into stiff sensitive peaks. He leaned back on his elbows and slid his fingers back to his nipples, pausing for effect before very deliberately taking each one between thumb and forefinger to pinch down firmly. His own voice lifted in a sharp gasp only to be echoed by four other gasps that were barely discernable over the lapping of the pool water. Duo grinned to himself. Gotcha.

Duo looked down the centre of his body to eye the erection that tented the front of his shorts. One hand moved very slowly down over his stomach but stopped at the waistband of his shorts, fingertips brushing slowly back and forth over the slick skin of his lower abdomen. His hand abruptly moved away and his fingers dipped into the glass of lemonade to pull forth a large ice cube. A chorus of indrawn breaths floated over him as he began to paint his chest with one corner of the cube. The chill expressed itself in gooseflesh over his skin and drove his nipples higher and harder. He brought the cube up to flick the tips of each nipple with the beveled edge. The contrast was delicious, cold ice and summer heat mingled with the molten shiver of arousal. The cube finally dissolved into nothingness, leaving narrow streams of water to run over his skin and dampen the towel beneath him.

He knew they were watching, wondering what he was going to do next, each of them with a hand down their pants in a guilty pleasuring of their own bodies while he gave them a blatant display of what pleasure was to him. He grinned to himself again. Time for the main event. He slid his thumbs under the elastic of his shorts and slowly drew it down over his hips, watching as his swollen cock sprang forth. He could feel their stares on him like a caress, a weight that rested firmly on his erection and gave it an invisible squeeze. His hips lifted slightly at the thought, his mind supplying images to shift his arousal higher still.

Duo reached down to take up the clear pearl of moisture that had expressed from the tight slit and brought the finger up to his mouth. His soft pink tongue slid out to touch and taste before he slide the finger deep in his mouth. Four moans of varying pitch made themselves known to him and he smiled around his finger before drawing it out of his mouth with a satisfying pop. His hand moved down again, his fingertips dancing glissando up and down the length of his shaft, teasing the nerves under the skin. He reached for the oil with his free hand and tipped it to pour out another stream, this time allowing it to splash in amber droplets over the head of his cock.

The bottle dropped to the pool deck as his hand closed tightly around himself and squeezed hard. His back arched upward in pleasure and he brought his knees up and planted his feet flat and spread on the lounger. He reached down to cup his sac as his hand continued to squeeze and release. The skin of his sac tightened slightly and his fingers curled around to tug and twist at it. Soon his hands began to move of their own accord as though divorced from his conscious mind. His fingers formed a cylinder around his cock and began to slide up and down. His arousal grew to the point that he was no longer completely aware of the others but somehow knew they were still watching.

His breath began to gust outward in sharp pants and he stilled his hand only to lift and drop his hips, thrusting heavily into the hollow column of his hand. It felt fantastic. His strong muscles propelled him harder into his hand, pushing him further toward climax. Soon the tension built to the breaking point. He could feel himself drawing upward inside and swelling further in his hand. Just as his abdomen began to clench he reached down and swiftly thrust one slick finger inside himself. With the accuracy of
self-knowledge he hit his inner target, pressing firmly as lights sparked the darkness behind his eyes. With an incoherent shout he exploded in his hand, every muscle in his body strung tight and lifted high off the lounger. His hearing dulled slighly, he could dimly hear other voices call out their own completion along with the distinct thud of a body falling out of a tree.

He fell back to the lounger in a boneless puddle. He lay there for a few moments before weakly reaching for his shorts to wipe his hands and clean off the evidence from his chest and thighs. He sighed heavily and grinned. That felt great, not quite as much fun as with a partner but still. He relaxed back and tuned his ears for the sounds of the others. He could hear a zipper and a soft thud as though someone had stumbled against a wall. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud. Poor bastards thought they were being soooo discreet. Ah well, there would be plenty of time for participatory games later. For now there was sun and rest. He flipped over onto his stomach, pillowing his head on his arms and yelling out.

"One of you guys come down here and do my back."

_owari_

SteelSong
03/2001

ok... so that was not a circlejerk in the strict sense of the term... but... *grin*