Yes... they sleep. //(^_^)\\

[windandwater]

Quatre stumbled into the kitchen blearily, a huge yawn nearly causing him to run into the wall.

"COFFEE..." he verbalized, scratching his head and leaving a trail of blue glitter in his wake. As he finally opened his eyes enough to see what he was doing, he was still not conscious enough to anything but watch the coffee drip through the machine and into the pot. He rubbed his bare arms absently and shifted his position enough to cause the black pants riding low on his hips to slip a fraction farther down.

There was a scuffle and a thump and Duo weaved into the kitchen unsteadily.

He was wearing a familiar pair of spandex shorts.

And nothing else.

And his hair was down.

Long lengths of messy chestnut hair fell across his bare back and shoulders, spilling down to brush the backs of his knees. He, too, collapsed on the counter by the coffee machine. After a moment, he cast a weary glance at Quatre.

"Those are my pants."

"So?"

"Those are my pants."

"And?"

"I'm not Hee-chan. I don't like spandex."

"Then tell me where my shorts are and I'll give you back your pants."

Quatre's Little Little Shorts stumbled into the kitchen. They were attached to Heero.

"Those are my shorts."

"Those are *still* my pants."

"Hn."

Wufei wandered in. He was swallowed up by the green long-sleeved dress shirt he was wrapped in. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the rest of the shirt brushed his upper thighs, only half of the buttons done up. Wufei brushed inky black strands away from his face as he yawned.

"Coffee ready?"

Quatre and Duo and Heero looked at the percolating machine.

"No."

"Hn."

"Those are still my pants."

Wufei swore in Chinese and collapsed into a chair. He jumped up just as quickly, rubbing his bottom. "Ow! Dammit!"

Duo snorted from where he was leaning against the counter.

"Why d'ya think I was standing up, 'Fei?"

"Shut up, Duo."

Trowa finally appeared unsteadily, clad only in a short robe that he was having difficulty tying. He looked around the kitchen.

"That's my shirt."

"That's my robe."

"Those are my shorts."

"Those are *my* shorts."

"Well, y'all better enjoy me in these shorts 'cuz NONE of you are getting NEAR my ass in a long time."

There was a muted laughter and then a low groan of pain.

"Coffee done?"

Comments

[skyblueandblack.livejournal.com]

Y'know, that's not so much evidence of G-Boyz sleeping as it is yet more evidence of G-Boyz fucking, and passing out from exhaustion.

Well done... ^_~

[missingwatch.livejournal.com]

mhmm i love the image of duo in trowa's shirt. i guess i like even hints of things happeneing between the two of them, because i like trowa but he's always paired with quatre, and i pretty much only like quatre when he's being brilliantly manipulative. and i'm a huge duo fan. and then i read rattlesnakes...

ok, and i just like smut. *waves fivesome batter*

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

^________^ GBoy 5somes are the best thing ever.