Author: Lipstickcat
E-mail: [email protected]
Pairing: Laguna/Irvine
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: Not mine
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�And then he broke his blade!�
Zell snorted next to Irvine, who picked at his strawberries and cream. He didn�t really mind Laguna telling everyone about their fencing match, omitting a few details of course, but the older man didn�t seem in any kind of hurry to get dinner over with. Irvine was itching to get out of there and find out exactly what his prize consisted of.
He glanced up to catch Squall staring at him from further down the table. Again. Squall didn�t blink or look away, he was just watching, his head tilted down so that his steely eyes pierced through wisps of stray fringe. That didn�t particularly help Irvine with the feeling that was bubbling through him; the dregs of his earlier adrenaline rush. Squall had been doing it all night, or at least since Laguna had gleefully declared to everyone present that Irvine was the greatest swordsman he�d ever been pitted against.
However, Irvine understood. He had figured out Squall�s kink during the second course. Squall liked someone who could give him a challenge. A rush. That had been what the whole thing with Seifer had been about; the smug blond got Squall�s blood pumping. It was why he�d ended up with Rinoa, no matter how out of character it seemed to the rest of them. She�d turned up and brought an adventure with her. But now the excitement had gone and Squall was getting tired of her, which was obvious by the looks he was giving Irvine every time her back was turned.
He considered Squall for a moment. He was very pretty and all, nice fling material, but he could imagine that trying to have a relationship with the gunblader would be hard work. No, he much preferred the older generation of the Loire/Leonharts. Laguna was warm, lively and friendly, he�d know where he stood with him. Or at least, he thought he would; Laguna had barely looked at him all night, despite the fact that he was the main topic of conversation. He�d at least expected a few meaningful glances or maybe a little footsie under the table. He�d purposely sat opposite the older man with such pastimes in mind. He was beginning to think that he�d imagined the kiss in the gym.
He glanced over to Laguna, but the President was intent on eating his desert. Irvine watched as he picked up a ruby strawberry from his bowl with his fingers, scooping up a dollop of cream with the tip. He leant his elbows on the table and stared blankly further down the length of it, absorbed in the conversation that Quistis and Selphie were having. Thoughtlessly, his tongue flicked out and licked the cream off, slowly drawing it back into his mouth. Then his lips wrapped around the end, sucking and savouring the flavour. Eventually, he took a bite. By this point Irvine was so engrossed in the simple act, he was sure that he could hear the soft, wet crunch as Laguna�s teeth sank through the pale pink flesh.
Laguna chewed on the fruit, and then turned back to the bowl to scoop more cream onto the remaining strawberry. His head still bent over the bowl, Laguna�s eyes suddenly flicked up and caught Irvine�s intent gaze. A smile crossed his face, his lips parting and a pink stained tongue darting out to wet them, leaving a glittering trail in its wake. Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned back to the girls and joined their conversation.
Irvine groaned. He spent the rest of the meal focused entirely on those lips as Laguna chatted away and polished off his desert. A clatter pulled him out of his thoughts and he whipped his head around to see that Zell had finished his food, dropped his spoon back into the bowl and was now scraping his chair back. Excusing himself and thanking Laguna for the meal, he vanished in search of a room with big easy chairs to relax in. Ward and Kiros got up and followed him.
Irvine glanced around the table, and once again made unavoidable eye contact with Squall. This time, the newly appointed Headmaster looked away. He turned to Rinoa, exchanged a few words and then stood up. Irvine watched as Squall walked around the table and sat down in the chair that Zell had previously occupied.
�Nice meal,� Irvine said warily. Squall nodded. �Laguna really knows how to lay a spread on.�
�Hmmm,� the uninterested sound Squall made cut Irvine off. �If you don�t have any plans for tomorrow, I�d like to see if you�re as good as Laguna thinks.�
Squall bowed his head and swept a few locks of hair from his face. Irvine swallowed dryly. He couldn�t believe that Squall was being so obvious, or that no one else seemed to notice. Squall�s fingers toyed with the end of Zell�s spoon, sliding up and down the silver length that was sticking out of the bowl suggestively.
Suddenly a heavy weight slapped down on Irvine�s shoulder. Irvine jumped in his seat with a sharp intake of breath. Regaining his composure, he turned to find Laguna standing above him, with his hand on his shoulder.
�I�m going to steal your friend away, if you don�t mind, Squall,� maybe it was Irvine�s imagination, but he was sure he could detect hidden meaning behind Laguna�s words. �He owes me a rematch.�
Squall shrugged, not even bothering with a �whatever� before getting up.
�Now?� Irvine was surprised that Laguna wanted a rematch so soon.
�Now,� Laguna nodded, his lips curling playfully.
�Oh� now�� the penny dropped and Irvine got to his feet quickly, following Laguna as he said his goodnights and �sweet dreams� to the rest of he room.
As soon as they were out of sight of the dining hall, Laguna spun around, halting Irvine in his tracks. Seconds later, Laguna had launched himself at Irvine, pushed him against the wall, and was kissing him passionately. Irvine had barely touched his desert, but he was gladder than ever now; Laguna tasted of strawberries. As the other man�s tongue zealously swept through his mouth sending sparks straight through the core of his body, all Irvine could taste was the bitter-sweetness of the fruit, cool and juicy and succulent.
Laguna�s hands cupped Irvine�s face gently, contrasting with the force that the rest of his body was pushing against Irvine�s with. Irvine had left his hat, along with his coat, in his room and Laguna�s fingers slid back, tangling in the silky hair that had come loose.
With a quick, hard peck, Laguna pulled away. Before Irvine had the chance to complain, the older man had grabbed his hand and was pulling him down the corridor enthusiastically. Irvine almost giggled out loud with delight and excitement, but held it in, knowing that the others might hear him this close to the main hall. Laguna was definitely the right choice; he was outgoing and fun.
�Where�re we going?� Irvine asked, squeezing the hand in his.
�You�ll see.�
Laguna lead him through the labyrinth of corridors so fast that even if he could have recognised the landmarks, he�d have missed them. They passed an outer wall and Irvine glanced out the massive windows. Night had fallen completely now, the streets glowed with the light of the city. The stars above were entirely drowned out, making the sky look like an empty gaping hole. It was like the city was the only thing in the whole of existence. Young people, Irvine�s age, were milling around and meeting up on the streets below, dressed in bright neon clothes that seemed to embrace the city. Irvine wondered if he should explore Esthar�s nightlife while he was here.
Suddenly, they came to a stop outside a door. Laguna opened it and held it for Irvine to go in first. Irvine entered keenly, but paused when he recognised the room he was in. The gym. A pang of disappointment ran through him. Perhaps Laguna had meant it when he said that he wanted the rematch now.
The door clicked shut behind him, followed by another grinding click of a lock falling into place. His hand was caught up again as Laguna rushed past and Irvine allowed himself to get pulled along. He stopped dragging his feet when he realised that the fencing cupboard was in the opposite direction and that Laguna was headed straight for the trampoline.
It was a large trampoline, the kind that real gymnasts use for training. It stood shoulder height off the floor. Looking at it close up, Irvine was pretty sure that Laguna must use it for serious workouts, not just for playing around.
Letting go of Irvine�s hand, Laguna kicked off his shoes. Irvine slowly copied, leaning against the frame to take off his own shoes. The frame rattled as Laguna made a running jump, grabbed the top of it and pulled himself up in one swift move. Irvine had to be impressed; he�d seen guys mount horses in a similar way but, Hyne, that little display of agility made Laguna look good.
A hand dropped down in front of his face and Irvine willingly grasped it firmly. He held the top bar of the frame with his other hand and tried to get up. It was a considerably less elegant mount than Laguna�s, with his long legs swinging to find a foot hold, but it was worth the embarrassing scrambling around if only because Laguna was doing most of the work and he successfully pulled the cowboy up so that he landed half sprawled over him. Laguna grinned and quickly pressed his mouth against Irvine�s before pushing him off and onto his back.
Irvine waited patiently for Laguna�s weight to cover him, but it never came. He craned his neck to look up and found Laguna standing over him with his hands on his hips. Once he saw that Irvine was looking at him, he began to bounce lightly, bending his knees in time to the movement so that his feet never left the canvas. The springs around the edge of the trampoline creaked rhythmically.
Irvine pushed himself up onto his elbows to watch, then further up when Laguna reached a hand out to him. He took it and allowed himself to be jerked up so that his feet left the surface and he was pulled into Laguna�s arms. Once again, Laguna only took the time to press a quick kiss against his mouth before releasing him.
A helpless growl of frustration sounded deep in Irvine�s throat, but despite his impatience, he was enjoying Laguna�s teasing. With every stolen kiss, the ex-soldier was building up the anticipation, binding a promise that Irvine would really enjoy himself. In any other situation, Irvine would have surrendered to his own needs by now and taken control. But in any other situation, it would probably be over by now and he�d be looking for where he�d thrown his clothes�. Laguna was drawing it out and Irvine was happy to let him, it was nice to have someone else take control, especially someone he�d considered too self-conscious to do so. Despite his appearance and the way he acted, Laguna had power and dominance, and Irvine was drinking it up.
Laguna started to jump, the bounces increasing in height each time. Irvine watched with an uncontrollable grin on his face. For want of anything better to do, he started to bounce as well.
For a while, the room was filled with the sound of laughter and the trampoline squeaking in time to both men springing into the air alternately. Laguna was a veritable kangaroo, barely able to stay in one spot and unwilling to try. He landed and bent his knees to re-launch, pushing off the trampoline and into Irvine, who was on the way down. Both figures landed against the canvas with a bump. The material continued to bounce, gradually slowing down. Laguna�s loose hair floated and rippled with the movement. He was knelt on either side of Irvine, catching the younger man�s wrists and holding them loosely above his head. He bent down so that his face was inches away from Irvine�s, hot breath heaved in pants from each man�s mouths, mingling and brushing against their lips. Laguna�s eyes were a darker shade of blue than normal, making them look like exotic jewels, and as he closed the gap between them, they shone wickedly.
As their mouths touched, another piece of a jigsaw that Irvine didn�t even realise he had been puzzling over fell into place. Whether he wanted to admit to it or not, Squall was a lot like his father; this was where he got his kink from. Although they were different in many ways, the basis was the same. They both got horny when their blood was pumping.
And Laguna�s blood was really pumping at this moment in time. Irvine could feel the flurry of his heartbeat as their bodies pressed together, the rapid patter in Laguna�s chest, the throb of his pulse racing beneath his skin. Irvine soaked it up, felt it match his own thundering adrenaline. It was a feeling he could get used to.
Laguna kissed him passionately, barely pulling back at intervals for them both to gasp and fight for breath, before returning as fast and as hard as before. His hands slipped down the length of the cowboy�s arms, trailing down his sides.
As soon as his arms were released, Irvine reached up to dig his fingers through Laguna�s silken hair, gripping lightly and pulling him closer, if that was at all possible. Laguna moaned at the encouragement and slipped his tongue into the willing mouth beneath him. Irvine�s grip loosened and his hands slid further through the hair, one stopping to cup the back of Laguna�s neck, the other travelling down to squeeze his butt.
Laguna pulled back out of Irvine�s grasp, his chest heaving. He tugged his top over his head, his hair falling back down in glossy waves, and settling messily over his bare shoulders. Irvine reached up to trace his fingertips over the contours of the chest above him and Laguna leaned into the touch obligingly, allowing more full palmed caresses over the flushed skin.
Laguna settled back down, burying his head in Irvine�s neck and kissing the soft flesh beneath his jawbone. Irvine tilted his head back a little further and a hot tongue tickled across his skin followed by a playful nip. A harsh gasp left Irvine�s lips, followed by a moan that sounded like Laguna�s name. Irvine could feel the curl of Laguna�s smile against his skin.
Fingers began to fumble with Irvine�s shirt buttons, working their way down painfully slowly as the President kissed his way back over Irvine�s jawbone. Irvine tilted his head forward and recaptured that soft, sweet mouth. A hot hand slipped beneath his shirt and stroked over his skin, before withdrawing again and unfastening the remaining buttons. Laguna drew back, giving Irvine space to sit up as the edges of the shirt were pushed over his shoulders and stripped from him.
Laguna scooted backwards, dragging his hands teasingly down Irvine�s torso until he reached the top of his trousers. Making short work of the fastenings, he pulled at them until Irvine lay back down and helpfully lifted his hips. His underwear and socks quickly followed and they were thrown to the side.
Shivering touches trailed over his stomach and thighs, then Laguna bowed his head, and licked gently at his erection. Irvine made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a groan at the liquid fire that rolled over his sensitive skin, before the other man took his arousal into his hot mouth. Cool hair fell over Irvine�s stomach, refreshing against his flushed skin. It brushed softly against him as Laguna bobbed his head. It was a strange sensation, like the soft kiss of a summer breeze. It contrasted with the delicious burning of Laguna�s mouth, as he softly sucked the tip of the head, his tongue swirling around it, before plunging back down and swallowing him deep in his throat.
Irvine�s hands raised automatically and fisted in the dark hair hovering above his hips, torn between pushing Laguna further down and pulling him away before it all became too much. His decision was made for him as Laguna pulled back, and Irvine�s hands dropped away reluctantly. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Irvine watched as Laguna stood, momentarily loosing his balance on the infirm surface, then steadying himself to fish out the small tube that he had collected from his room before dinner. Then he stripped out of his remaining clothes.
Laguna knelt back down, nudging Irvine�s legs apart with his hand. Irvine complied willingly. The older man positioned himself between his thighs and began to coat his own erection with the lube. He glanced up to see that Irvine was watching the movement of his hand intently, the tip of his tongue slowly running along his bottom lip. With a slight smirk, Laguna leaned forward, grabbed Irvine�s hand, pulled him further upright and guided it to his slick cock.
Leaning in for a kiss, Laguna moaned softly against Irvine�s mouth as the auburn haired man slowly ran his hand up and down the hard length. Irvine�s thumb brushed over the sensitive head, smearing lubrication and precum together. Laguna bit the lush lip in his mouth gently, both men hissing softly at the stimulation to various senses, and readjusted his position. Irvine was forced to let Laguna go as his legs were hooked over the older man�s hips.
Irvine had experience of being both top and bottom, variety being the spice of life, but the times that he had been on the receiving end of sex, it had been through choice. He had been in command and had manipulated himself into that position; it had been a controlled submission. This time, it was not a conscious decision, Laguna had dominance over him, he was calling the shots. He was older, and Irvine had to admit that he was a little overwhelmed by Laguna�s sudden authority. This must be the side of him that made him a good President. It was obvious that Laguna knew what he was doing. This wasn�t two young men experimenting together, this was someone with experience. He knew what he liked, and he knew how to take it.
And Irvine was loving every piece of his surrender to this older man. He didn�t have to think, he didn�t have to fumble his way around an unfamiliar body, he didn�t have to take the lead. Laguna did it all for him, and he did it with skill.
Laguna took his time to prepare Irvine fully. He licked and nibbled on a nipple while gradually massaging and relaxing Irvine�s internal muscles. When he was ready, Laguna withdrew his fingers and gently pushed his arousal inside. There was barely any discomfort at all, just the strange feeling of being filled. Laguna leaned over Irvine and his body heat soaked through to the cowboy�s bones. It was a beautiful, intimate feeling, to be so absolutely close to another being.
Laguna rocked his hips, his eyes falling shut to the minute sparks of pleasure that flooded his stomach and then radiated through his body. A hand ran over his face, grazing over his eyelids, brushing across his eyelashes and trailing down the side of his cheekbone. He reopened his eyes to see Irvine gazing up at him, his sky blue eyes crystalline. Irvine�s thumb rubbed over his velvety lips and Laguna licked the pad, tasting himself, before sucking the digit into his mouth. Irvine sighed, his eyelids fluttering.
Laguna began to pick up a little speed, the rhythm of his thrusts echoing in the creak of the trampoline springs. Irvine writhed beneath him, trying to get into a position where Laguna would hit his g-spot. His thumb slipped from Laguna�s mouth and he lay both palms flat on the canvas to give him leverage to lift his hips higher.
Laguna sat up and unhooked Irvine�s legs, moving them higher so that his feet rested against shoulders. He leaned forward again, so that Irvine was doubled up with his knees against his chest. Only the younger man�s head and upper back were resting against the surface of the trampoline. Cleanly, he thrust forward.
Irvine felt like his insides had exploded. He cried out, long and hard, as a sharp feeling in the pit of his stomach ignited a series of white lightning flashes that reached as far as his fingertips. His hands clenched against the material beneath him, but found no purchase. His body squirmed. But despite this reaction, he felt good, better than good. He�d never felt pleasure so intense it was almost painful before. It was unbearable, but he wanted more.
He gasped for his breath and smiled at Laguna, letting him know that it was ok to continue. Laguna repeated the action, hardly having to thrust to hit Irvine�s prostate deep inside him. He held still as Irvine cried out again, twisting in his grasp, then drew back and plunged forward again. He didn�t stop this time, instantly drawing out and ramming forward again. Waves of pleasure rippled through each body as Laguna continued to pump into Irvine. It became too much, Irvine couldn�t think straight, his mind was jumbled, all he knew was that it felt so unbearably good. He panted out a moan that morphed into Laguna�s name as he came over his chest.
Laguna groaned in reply, feeling muscles spasming and clenching around him. His hips jerked rigidly a few more times before he came inside Irvine. His own cry was Irvine�s name, partly out of courteousy for his lover, partly because it really was the name hanging on his lips.
He let Irvine down gently and lay by his side. Irvine instantly rolled over and draped himself across Laguna�s heaving chest. For a while, they lay together, catching their breath and dozing in the pleasant post orgasm haze. As the cool night air brushed over Laguna�s skin, he stirred, pushing himself partly up right. He stroked Irvine�s hair as he spoke.
�Come on, we should get cleaned up and go to bed.�
Irvine whined.
�I want a good night's sleep so I�m one hundred percent ready for our rematch tomorrow.�
Irvine reluctantly pulled away from Laguna and sat up.
�I guess. You�ll have to show me how to get back to my room though.�
�I have a better idea, why don�t I just show you the way to my room?� Laguna grinned as Irvine�s face brightened. �And if I win tomorrow, I expect a prize to equal yours��
Irvine couldn�t argue with that.