This is finally IT...
Got to write more drabbles...
Quatre was leaning against the other tree, stark naked, his hand brushing lightly at the young blond’s chest. Wufei stood the other side of the youth, brow furrowed. They were all bemoaning the loss of attention from the crew. “So who *is* the main feature of this movie?” Wufei complained. “Am I done up in this ridiculous outfit for nothing but Yuletide *atmosphere*?” He started to wriggle out of the aggravating shorts. The blond turned to console him - Quatre’s hand brushed at the pert young ass, and didn’t miss the clench of eager buttocks that answered his touch. He looked over at the action happening on the other side of the set, and wrinkled his nose in distaste at the two young men currently steaming up the camera lens.
“I don’t know what the hell’s going on, I must admit. You know they’re wearing those matching designer briefs?” he sneered. “Mind you, I suppose we should be grateful they’re wearing anything at all.”
The blond had turned back to him, ice-blue eyes fixed on his mouth. And moving southwards. “I’ve seen all your films, Quatre Winner,” he breathed, excitedly. “When Wufei said you’d be here as well, I was thrilled. Never thought I’d get to see you close up - like this - it’s an honour, you know -“
“I know,” said Quatre, calmly. “So - while those elves are occupying this particular grotto with their unique brand of *Wan-king Wenceslas*, we’d better think of some other way to keep ourselves warm, eh?”
Wufei turned to grin at him. “At last you talk some sense, Winner. The “Twelve Plays of Christmas*, eh?”
Quatre leered at the pair of them, his hand absently stroking at his groin. “The *five golden rings* are particularly tempting…” he sighed. The blond looked from one naked man to another, and his eyes glittered with hopeful anticipation. The three men moved in together more closely, and possessive hands started to wander.
Oblivious to the rest of his cast, Trowa was watching Heero and Duo on the camera viewfinder. He wasn’t distracted by their sobs and groans from the base of the ‘tree’, nor the glares from one of his props men, hiding behind the structure and holding it firm against the hammering from Heero and Duo’s bodies. “Much better,” said Trowa. “Yes… much better, indeed. She’ll be pleased with *that*.”
*
“Scene Three!” Trowa had that edge to his voice that came with the end to a long day.
“Here we see his elves, delivering presents…” came the saccharin-sweet voice in the background.
“Gonna throttle that girl,” snapped Quatre. “With her own damned tinsel…”
He sat on a makeshift platform at the top of a rather precariously constructed plastic Christmas tree, as if he were the angel placed at its tip. He shifted a set of golden wings attached to the back of his bondage harness; he stretched a long, muscled leg out in front of him, wriggling toes to prevent cramp. At the base of the tree, the blond young man sat amongst some huge boxes, wrapped as presents. He was dressed in a fur loincloth and something approximating a Rudolph the Reindeer hood, complete with detachable false red nose - and he gazed greedily at Quatre’s limb, just out of his reach.
Around the other side of the tree Heero and Duo were tied against the prickled branches with yards of red satin ribbon. And nothing else. A couple of strategically placed bows hid their privates - but from the look in their eyes, that wasn’t going to last for long.
“Cameras,” murmured Trowa, and the equipment began to slide across the studio floor.
One of the presents on the floor burst open and a nearly-nude Wufei sprang up. “Happy Christmas!” he carolled. His erection bounced happily in a too-small thong, decorated with a large sprig of velvet holly.
The blond stared, and his eyes grew wider. At the top of the tree, Quatre sighed. “What’s the point?” he groaned. “I’m going to get myself some kind of a better agent after this debacle…”
Around the other side of the tree, Duo ran his eyes hungrily up and down Heero’s naked body. He wriggled his own limbs against the plastic tree branches, and listened to the tinkling of various ornaments.
Heero sighed. “You’ve got some kind of fetish for bells, haven’t you?”
“Some kinda fetish for *you*!” hissed Duo. “Look, we could just slip out of these things, no-one would notice, they’re all distracted by Wufei’s *chestnuts roasting by an open fire* -“
Heero was already peeling the ribbon from his left arm, as carefully as he could. A plastic icicle fell from the tree behind him, and a gold orb swung dangerously close to a winking tree light - his urgent movements made the platform rattle up above. Neither of them had seen the direction of the cameras yet - and God forbid they’d read the script carefully enough to know they were in this scene. But Trowa didn’t seem inclined to remind them - he seemed content to let nature take its course.
“I’ve never done it up a tree,” mused Heero. His long legs kicked out at a particularly awkward knot. He licked his lips in anticipation.
“Be my guest!” came a sardonic sneer from the platform above their heads. “You think I’m sitting here much longer, waiting to see if Santa thinks I’m naughty or nice, you’re much mistaken!” The elegant Quatre swung his legs down from his perch, and shrugged off the ill-fitting wings.
Heero and Duo needed no second bidding. They clambered away, up to the platform, a stream of red ribbon trailing behind them as they shed their only ‘clothing’.
Quatre watched the indecent haste with which the cameras followed their trail, and pursed his infamous lips.
There was some heavy breathing and some slapping sounds, and finally Duo’s face peeked out from between two branches. He was on his hands and knees, it seemed, and Heero’s head could be seen above him, as if he lay flat on Duo’s back. They both had a look of ecstatic concentration. Heero scrunched up his face in a very cute expression - Duo bit at his lower lip. Then their bodies shuddered in tandem, as if they locked together, and a smile appeared on both their faces.
“Very good,” groaned Duo. “Just that little harder, Heero - oh hell, yes - !”
“And no vertigo at all!” panted Heero, his body moving back and forth over Duo’s. He looked triumphant. And highly aroused, of course. But that was usual, where Duo was concerned.
The heads vanished for a moment behind an excess of tinsel, and the cameras bustled round to get another angle. “What does the script say now, Heero?” came a cry. The voice was breathless - it jerked up and down, as if the owner was otherwise occupied, and had only just felt guilty enough to remember he was meant to be at work, not play. Which, of course, described Duo perfectly.
“Can’t read it *now* - “grunted Heero. “Too - busy - *now*-!“
Duo snickered. Duo whimpered. The tree rattled furiously and several gold hoops and wooden drummer boys leapt off their perches, scattering for cover. The tree lights winked once more, then abandoned all hope, and shut off.
Duo yelled and cursed - even Quatre raised an eyebrow. “Oh shit, *yes*, Heero!! *Hard, those Horny Angels Sing!” There was a loud laugh from Heero, rather hoarse, and a final shudder of every decoration below them. A few of the coffee cups round the set rattled, too.
Bells certainly rang!
A cameraman wiped sweat from his brow. Another one remembered he had gum in his open mouth and started up his chewing again.
The noises from the top of the tree were calming now. Panting had replaced shrieking. With a satisfied leer, Trowa marked off the final sentence on his multi-coloured copy of the script.
*
The two young men tumbled down from the platform, falling on to their knees, rather bruised. And with some splinters in awkward places.
“Cut!” called Trowa.
A round of applause rippled round the crew. Trowa was beaming from ear to ear. He held a cell phone to his ear, and he was nodding happily. “She loves it! She’s seen the rushes, and she’s thrilled so far! This last scene will be the icing on the Christmas cake!”
“Huh?” Duo pushed his unruly hair back behind his ear. His cheeks were rather flushed - all four of them.
“I don’t understand,” growled Heero. He felt rather exposed, with everyone staring and grinning. He’d never *really* been comfortable with a major role in these movies - he’d always just been happy to have a job where he could earn enough to get by, live with a bunch of friends, and get to enjoy Duo at all hours of the day and night without anyone batting an eye. Well, where it was more or less obligatory, really! Even though their fun was always *beyond* the Director’s Cut. “So what was the special gift for the client?”
“You two!” smirked Trowa. “Making out - lots of noise - red ribbons. The whole Christmas thing!”
“Us?” Duo still looked a little dazed. He rubbed aimlessly at his nipples, making them spring to attention again.
Heero frowned. He stared at Duo’s chest, fascinated by the little brown nubs. His cock twitched tiredly, yet happily, in between his legs. “If that’s the case,” he said carefully. “I think there were parts of that performance that need further work. I think -“
“Another take?” interrupted Duo, his eyes shining. He started to clamber back towards his lover, buttocks wobbling joyfully.
*
Wufei stood, a little forlornly, his reindeer antlers under his arm like some headless ghost of Christmas past. His sprig of holly looked like it had seen better days.
Quatre sidled up to him. “We’ve still got *twelve rimmers rimming* to do,” he murmured, sliding a hand under Wufei’s right buttock.
“You know -“ said the blond, hesitantly. They both swung round to stare down at him, sitting on the floor at their feet. He flushed. “Those aren’t the real words, you know -“ he finished, lamely.
Quatre’s gaze was icy. Wufei snickered. They looked back up at each other and rolled their eyes simultaneously. “Look, Quatre love,” said Wufei, companionably. “Let me pass you the number of my agent. Or what about setting up our own company? Let’s do lunch and talk this whole thing over.”
The blond pouted a little, and they turned their attention back to him. They stood either side of him, and Quatre gently teased at the ridiculous, detachable red nose. He turned to smile at Wufei, who winked back. Then he leant back down to lift up the blond’s head to the level of his hips. “So… Rudolph…” he mused. “What script do we have for *you*?”
“*Then all the reindeer loved him*,” Wufei began, with a smirk on his face.
“*And they shouted out with glee*…” quoted Quatre, grinning.
“*Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer* -“ Wufei continued, wriggling a finger into the blond’s opening mouth.
Quatre laughed, full of the joys of Christmas. “*You’ll “go down” in history*!” And he tugged the blond’s head comfortably down into the warm nest of his groin.
End
Thanks for your patience!