400 word drabble/Wes, Gunn and Fred/ R

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Fred walked over to the desk, retrieving her notes on a new quantum theory she was working on. She sat down, chewed on a pencil thoughtfully, and began writing down additional theorems. She paused, hearing a voice. No, two voices. Coming from Wesley’s office. She thought everyone had already gone home. Fred crept up to the door, listening quietly. “Yes, Charles, you’re doing it! Now pull harder! Harder! No, no, if you don’t pull hard enough, it won’t work, and we’ll have to start over again.” She heard Wesley declare.

Fred pursed her mouth. What the hell was going on in there? She leaned closer to better hear.

“Turn, right, yes, yes, again, around, just like that, yes! You’re getting it, good job, yes, yes, keep going! Just like that! “ Wesley exclaimed.

Fred pressed harder against the door, desperate to hear all the details. The door pushed open, Fred stumbled in, nearly falling before righting herself and wiping her hands down the front of her skirt in embarrassment. Wesley and Gunn looked up in surprise. Gunn was holding a large pair of knitting needles. Wesley had a blue afghan over his lap, holding up the end Gunn was working on. “I heard voices.” she started to explain.

Wesley smiled at her. “Hello Fred. I’m showing Gunn how to knit. It’s a gift for his new baby cousin. He didn’t want anyone to know, so we are doing it after hours.”

Gunn looked down at his shoes, fidgeting nervously. “Hey, can’t have anyone see through my tough guy exterior. Real men don’t knit.”

Wesley looked at him sharply. “Hey!”

Gunn shrugged. “Sorry. I mean American guys.” Wesley looked slightly mollified.

Fred tangled her hair around her fingers. “I, I ,... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been listening to ya’ll. ‘Night.” She hastily left, shutting the door behind her, gathering her notes, returning to her room, and laughing at herself for what she thought they were doing in the office.

Downstairs, Gunn placed the knitting needles back on the desk. He took the blanket off of Wesley’s lap and threw it aside as well. “Do you think she bought it?” he whispered.

Wesley nodded. “She went upstairs I think. We’re safe.”

Gunn leaned in, brushing his mouth against Wesley’s gently. “Where were we?” he murmured, dropping to his knees and taking all of Wesley’s erection in his warm and willing mouth.