Author: Kalloway
Email: [email protected]
Part: 1/1
Disclaimer: If I owned FFVIII, the scene where Zell
buries his face in Squall's crotch would have been an
FMV. That said, I don't. I'm just playing.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Sunscreen, Loud Music
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Car-Fic Challenge Answer
Pairing: Zell/Squall
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It was late afternoon by the time they'd finished
their mission and were heading back along a deserted
and dusty road towards Winhill. The mission hadn't
been anything too complex, but it had killed most of
the day. Squall had grumbled about it ruining his
vacation, but Zell really didn't mind. As relaxing as
Winhill was, it became boring after a little while.
Squall had thrown off his jacket when they climbed
into the car to head back. The afternoon sun was
brutal and even with the air-conditioning on, it was
hot in the car.
Zell was driving, which was fine with Squall. After
negotiating with terrorists and disarming a bomb
seconds before it would have detonated, his nerves
were a little less than their usual steel, though he'd
never admit it.
The only problem with Zell driving was that it meant
that Zell got to choose what the pair listened to. It
was one of the rules for road missions at Garden -
whomever was driving could pick the music. And since,
Zell reminded Squall when they left to return to
Winhill, they'd been called by Garden for the mission,
Garden rules applied until they were back in Winhill.
Squall tried to fall asleep and ignore the rush of
guitars and the howling vocals pouring from the car's
tinny stereo system mixed but the music mixed with the
heat kept him at full consciousness.
"Can't you turn that down?" Squall asked, shifting in
the seat to stare at Zell, who was drumming on the
steering wheel and singing along to the he-banshee
vocalist's voice.
Zell turned the music down one green bar on the stereo
and looked over at Squall.
"Don't you know what this is, baby? This is some of
the best music ever made."
"Just because you think so doesn't mean I do," Squall
replied before leaning over and hitting the eject
button. Before Zell could smack his hand away, Squall
was looking over the silver disc for any identifying
marking. "Is this a bootleg?"
"Squall, that album has been out of print for a few
hundred years," Zell said, grabbing at the disc
without taking his eyes from the road. Needless to
say, he missed by a few inches and finally turned to
glare at Squall.
"Bootlegs are illegal, Zell," Squall said, holding the
disc to the window side of his body.
"The band has been dead for a couple hundred years
too. They aren't losing money," Zell said, pouting.
"Now put it back in."
Squall sighed and relented. "Why do you like this so
much, anyway?"
The music poured through the speakers again and Zell
started tapping along to the beat without thinking.
"It's like sex on tape. Well, a disc now. But when it
was made, it was sex on tape," Zell explained, moving
to the music in his seat and quickly winking at Squall
when they made eye contact for a second.
"Sex on tape?" Squall questioned, trying to find
something remotely sexy about the overwhelming rush of
noise washing over him. Maybe it was, a little, he
realized. The beats and the way the guitar and
vocalist played off one another seemed rather...
intimate. And the singer howled like a man mid-orgasm.
He could see where Zell's definition came from even
before Zell replied.
"Remind me to play it... later," Zell said as he
slipped a hand from the steering wheel and placed it
on Squall's thigh. "You'll see what I mean."
Squall raised an eyebrow at Zell's sudden touch.
They'd both been purely professional since they were
roused from slumber by a near-frantic Quistis. He
settled in his seat a bit to relax and see what Zell
was going to do.
Missions always aroused him. They got his blood
flowing and he couldn't help where the blood flowed.
However, as nice as a hand-job or even something more
would be, he knew it would be better to wait.
Before anything else could happen though, the car
lurched and made a few noises that Squall recognized
as being rather bad.
"Fuck!" Zell exclaimed, pulling his hand away from
Squall and banging on the dashboard.
"What is it?" Squall asked as the car stalled out and
barely managed to coast to the side of the road.
"I don't know," Zell replied, already unbuckling his
seat belt before having the car in park. "But I'll
find out."
A moment later, Squall was out of the car as well,
peering over Zell's shoulder at the engine.
"Well?"
"Let me look a minute. Do you have any ideas?" Zell
had a hand to his chin as he puzzled over the engine.
"You took the same automotive repair classes I did."
"I didn't get much out of them. I'm not a mechanic,"
Squall replied as he ran a hand down Zell's back and
down over his behind.
"Shit, Squall!" Zell hissed as he jumped away. "If you
aren't going to help, sit in the car."
"Touchy," Squall replied as he circled around the
vehicle. It was much too hot to sit in the car and
without the ignition on and he couldn't put the
windows down.
A glance told him Zell had pocketed the keys. Well, he
could always sit with the door open. And that's
exactly what he did, sprawling not quite on the seat
so his legs could hang out the open door.
Closing his eyes, he smiled at the relative quiet. It
had to be a few minutes later when suddenly he was
smacked across the chest with something. His icy eyes
blinked open, only to realize Zell was standing
between his spread legs holding a long strip of
something rubbery.
"The timing belt broke," Zell said, smacking Squall
with it again, only lighter than the first time. It
left a second black streak across Squall's white
t-shirt. "Get up. We're walking."
"It's too hot for that," Squall replied, quickly
analyzing the situation. "The sun will be down in an
hour or so. We should wait until then."
"Squall! You're so..." Zell wrung the timing belt in
his hands before stalking off to the front of the car
to slam the hood. "Probably right."
Squall closed his eyes again, thankful for the roof of
the car shading a bit of the sun. Still, he couldn't
sit there for too long. His clothing was drenched with
sweat already and it didn't surprise him any that when
he opened his eyes for a moment, he was treated with
the sight of Zell taking off his shirt.
"You're having the same thoughts I am," Squall said
with a slight grin as he grabbed the side of the seat
and stood up.
"Is that all you think about when you aren't holding a
bomb or having a gun pointed at your head?" Zell
asked, throwing his shirt into the space Squall had
just left. It hit the steering wheel and fell to the
floor.
"Whatever," Squall replied after a moment. He was
still a teenager, he reasoned to himself. What was
wrong with sex?
Without warning, Zell started laughing.
"What?" Squall demanded, walking over to Zell and
wrapping his arms around the blond.
"Because you told me once that you got off on danger,"
Zell replied after another burst of barely controlled
snickering.
"At least I'm not like Irvine," Squall replied. "He
gets off on breathing."
It was Zell's turn to raise a curious eyebrow. "And
how do you know that?"
Squall leaned down to kiss Zell's neck quickly before
whispering in his ear.
"Experience."
Zell pouted. "I thought you said..."
"I said I was a virgin," Squall replied as he traced a
hand down Zell's spine. "You can do plenty of things
and still be a virgin. I could show you..."
As Squall's hand pushed beneath the fabric of Zell's
pants, Zell couldn't hold back a moan.
"Squall..." Zell smiled against Squall's neck and let
Squall's hands roam. "If you keep going, we'll be too
tired to walk to a town."
"I'll call for a tow truck, then," Squall replied
before kissing Zell again.
"Call!" Zell exclaimed, pulling away and staring
wide-eyed at Squall. "You have a cell phone with you
and you didn't tell me?"
"It's in my jacket," Squall said. "You didn't ask."
"We'll be rescued in no time," Zell announced and
turned back to the car to locate Squall's jacket.
Squall crossed his arms across his chest as he watched
Zell climb into the passenger seat on his knees to
reach behind the driver's seat - where Squall's jacket
was resting.
A moment later, just when his fingers had found the
hard plastic of the phone, Zell was shoved against the
seat. Hot breath tickled his neck and he pushed back
slightly against the body over his.
"Put the phone down, Zell. That's an order," Squall
whispered, hoping Zell could feel his arousal as he
rocked against Zell's backside.
"Squall, we'll have plenty of time later. I want to
get back to Winhill," Zell replied, trying to figure
out how to work the phone he now held. Squall nipped
Zell's neck at the same time he managed to get a hand
between the passenger seat and Zell's body, quickly
stroking the partial erection he found.
Zell dropped the phone to the floor, muttering curses
but pushing just as eagerly against Squall's hand.
"Let it go, Zell," Squall demanded as he lifted
himself off of Zell and maneuvered himself out of the
car. He stood with a hand on the top of the window
glass and watched Zell pull himself out of the car.
"You're..."
"Determined?" Squall offered.
Zell didn't answer, he just grabbed the bottom of
Squall's shirt and pulled it upward. His hands roamed
up Squall's chest at the same time he found Squall's
lips again. Squall parted his lips and plunged his
tongue into Zell's mouth, tasting his lover.
"Back in the car," Zell said, trying to catch his
breath once Squall released him.
"Huh?"
"In the car, Commander," Zell replied, pointing and
trying not to smile at Squall's confused expression.
"And no pants, baby."
Squall raised an eyebrow before slowly complying,
watching Zell closely to make sure the blond was
watching every planned motion he was making. Graceful
fingers trailed over belt-buckles, working the metal
quickly but pulling everything else apart much slower.
By the time Squall had gotten to the zipper of his
leather pants, Zell's fingers were over his and
attempting to speed up the process.
"In the car," Zell repeated once Squall's pants were
thrown on the roof.
"Nnn... Zell, you have to let go of me first," Squall
replied, kissing Zell again while trying to take a
step towards the car.
Reluctantly, Zell let go of Squall and waited until
Squall had settled into the passenger seat. After
tilting the seat all the way back, Squall looked over
at Zell before putting a foot up on the dashboard,
effectively offering himself.
"Baby," Zell murmured as he pulled off his own pants,
leaving them on the ground before climbing into the
car and onto Squall's body.
Squall held Zell close, their kisses seeming endless
as they arched against each other, touching and
stroking one another's erections.
Pulling away slightly enough to see over the side of
the seat, Zell reached down and snagged a small duffel
bag with one hand and hauled it up to the driver's
seat.
"Lube?" Squall questioned before slipping his hand
down between Zell's buttocks.
"Close enough," Zell replied as he produced a bottle
of sunscreen. "And, Commander, you are mine."
"This'll go on your permanent record," Squall mock
warned as Zell tried to twist enough to be able to
coat his fingers in the slippery fluid.
"You wanted sex," Zell shot back as he slid down to
his knees on the floor and took Squall's arousal in
his mouth a moment sliding a slick finger inside of
Squall's body.
Squall seemed to have words on the tip of his tongue,
but they turned into a cry that echoed off the windows
as Squall grabbed at the seat and at Zell. Zell
muttered something, his unintelligible words vibrating
against the tip of Squall's erection and wringing a
low moan from his lover.
Not long after, Zell slipped another finger inside
Squall and thrust with them until Squall cried out,
arching his body and pushing back. Zell thought the
cry may have been his name, but he didn't care to find
out for sure as he continued hitting that spot until
he thought he'd climax just from listening to Squall's
moans.
Zell only once managed to bang his body into the
dashboard as he arched himself into position between
Squall's spread legs. He pulled Squall to the bottom
of the seat and still on his knees on the floor, Zell
guided himself to Squall's opening and slowly pushed
inside.
"Zell!" Squall gasped audibly, his eyes opening wide
as he looked down to watch himself be taken. He pushed
against Zell's arousal, causing the blond to moan back
and thrust fully in, panting. Pausing to catch his
breath, Zell looked up at Squall and grabbed one of
Squall's hands.
"I want to watch you," Zell explained quickly before
making Squall touch himself. Squall just nodded and
pushed downward with his body, daring Zell to resume
what he'd started. Pulling back until he bumped the
dashboard again, Zell thrust forward and pulled back,
sure not to move so much as to hit the hot plastic
behind him but enough to get delicious friction. Once
he'd gotten a rhythm set, Zell's eyes met Squall's
again, watching his lover's face before looking
downward to Squall's hands. Both Squall's hands now
were moving to the same rhythm that Zell had set,
making the combined act into one fluid motion.
Zell hissed as he felt his climax threatening. He
wanted to watch Squall, but he couldn't keep his eyes
open as the pleasure within him built. He knew Squall
was close too, based on the moans coming from his
lover, but he couldn't hold back.
His eyes were closed when he felt Squall's orgasm.
Zell could see it in his mind, but he was too busy
shaking with his own sudden climax to be able to do
anything but ride it out, thrusting deep into Squall's
body as it tensed and shook around him.
Falling back against the dashboard, Zell finally
opened his eyes. He was greeted with the sight of
Squall looking at him with a slight smile.
And then, before he could even pull free from Squall's
body, things went right back to normal.
Squall dipped a finger in his semen, which was spread
across his stomach and even onto his shirt, which had
been pushed up not quite far enough. Bringing to the
finger to his lips, Squall darted his tongue out to
lick it clean.
"You had your eyes shut," Squall said, somehow already
composed and looking at Zell as though being
near-exhausted wasn't a viable option. "You told me
you wanted to watch me, and then you had your eyes
shut anyway."
"I couldn't help it," Zell said, shifting until he
could sprawl comfortably over Squall's body.
"That'll go in your files, Zell," Squall replied
before wrapping his arms around Zell's body. "I may
even dock a day of your vacation."
"We're on the same vacation," Zell said before failing
at fighting off a yawn.
"Fine, the last day I'm re-assigning you to staying in
bed until you can keep your eyes open."
Zell didn't know whether he was supposed to laugh or
not. Instead he reached down for the near-forgotten
cell phone.
"May I call a tow truck now?" Zell asked, propping
himself on his elbows so he could see Squall's face.
"Tow trucks run twenty-four hours a day," Squall
replied, grabbing the phone from Zell and dropping it
back on the floor behind him.