Author: Lipstickcat
E-mail: [email protected]
Pairing: Irvine/Zell, Nida/Squall
Rating: Pg
Disclaimer: Not mine at all
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The world went blank. Nothing. Just a thick white haze that filled his mind. All he knew was the movement of soft lips against his and the gut reaction to respond in kind. When those lips pulled away, he felt like he was lost in a void. He realised that he was panting. He opened his eyes to find Irvine regarding him through half lidded eyes.
�Did you like that?� he asked quietly.
The words sounded sleazy somehow. They brought attention to what had just happened. Zell was surprised to hear his own voice reply in a breathy murmur.
�I.... I don�t know....�
He was telling the truth; he didn�t. He didn�t know anything at that moment in time. He didn�t even think that he could remember his own name. His head was foggy, the atmosphere felt thick, he couldn�t move, even if he wanted to. He was scared, but he didn�t know of what. The feeling gnawed at him. What if they got caught?
He couldn�t move away as Irvine swooped back in to kiss him again. Truth be told, he didn�t want to.
Even as he fell back into the everything that was Irvine�s mouth, he wondered quite what was happening. Then he forgot to think. His mouth moved against warm velvet that parted to allow Irvine�s tongue to run across his lips. As he sighed, the moist muscle plunged forward, into his mouth. A tingle shot from Zell�s groin, flipping his stomach over enroute to his chest. He liked the feeling and he moaned as Irvine�s tongue brushed his own, sending yet another tingle through his body.
He barely noticed the sudden warmth on the back of his left hand as Irvine placed his own over it. With a detached feeling, he let the gunslinger lift it from the bedclothes and then place it down over a hard, warm area. The hand above his gently pushed down and encouraged him to rub. For a second, Zell obeyed thoughtlessly, hardly aware of the denim beneath his palm, he was so caught up in the taste of Irvine�s mouth.
Suddenly, the world came into sharp focus. His eyes snapped open as he recognised the hardness beneath his fingertips. He snatched his hand away and pulled back from Irvine. His eyes searched his room frantically, before resting on the door. His heart thundered in his chest.
�...Zell...� Irvine whispered cautiously.
Zell turned back, his breath catching in his throat. Irvine was watching him, his eyes trembling with worry.
�...I�m sorry.....I didn�t mean....� Irvine�s voice trailed off. He�d been so sure that Zell would want him, he hadn�t even considered what would happen if he didn�t.
Zell swallowed. He really wanted to get up, to run somewhere, to get rid of some energy before he burst. It wasn�t the usual kind of energy though; it didn�t feel like it normally did. It was nervous energy. What exactly was he nervous of? His gaze flickered to his door again. Getting caught? Was that it? He turned his attention back to Irvine again. The cowboy licked his lips apprehensively, he was probably expecting a punch or something. Zell could still imagine the tenderness of those lips, could still taste his tongue in his mouth and the shivers it caused. He wanted more.
Slowly, so not to startle Irvine, Zell got up off the bed and crossed the room to the door. There was a simple way to solve his problem. With a click that seemed to echo through the room, the door locked. Zell turned back to the confused and slightly scared Irvine with a gleam in his eye. In a burst of released energy, Zell ran to the bed and threw himself on top of Irvine so that the taller man was pinned beneath him.
�Don�t be sorry,� Zell told him, before claiming his mouth.
***
Nida reached the door and unlocked it, Squall lingered outside for a moment. That part of the corridor seemed familiar. Then it dawned on him.
�Your rooms next to Zell�s,� Squall stated in a matter of fact tone as he followed Nida into his room.
�You didn�t know that? Surely you�ve noticed me coming out of here at some time?�
Squall shrugged. Nida bit his tongue. He knew that Squall�s nonchalance was all an act to hide his insecurities, but the fact that he continually failed to notice him hurt. Especially when he knew that even in a crowded room he couldn�t help but notice Squall.
Nida walked over to his desk and bent over to retrieve his playing cards from the bottom drawer, he deliberately kept his legs straight, so that the material of his uniform pulled tight over his ass. He hoped that Squall was looking, but he doubted it. No harm in trying though.
Squall wasn�t looking. He was fidgeting uncomfortably in the middle of the room, looking around it. Nida had customized the standard issue room in an impressive, if unexpected way. A purple velvet throw covered the bed, which had a headboard covered in a furry zebra stripe material. The rest of the room was decorated more modestly, a few posters on the wall that Squall didn�t even bother to look at, a book shelf containing a couple of novels, Seed manuals and books about aviation.
A cool breeze blew through the open window, making a faded dream catcher that hung over it twist slightly. The view was a wealth of blue, topaz sky reflected in the ocean. It was going to be a beautiful day.
Nida turned back around with a grin. He clutched his deck of cards and waved them at Squall.
�You can sit down, you know.�
Squall smiled faintly and looked around for a chair. He found it beneath a pile of clothes that Nida showed no sign of moving, so he sat down sedately on the edge of the bed.
Nida practically leapt onto the bed and sat cross-legged at the head end. He pulled his pillow out from beneath him and propped it up against the headboard to lean back against.
�Right then.� Nida prompted.
Squall fished out his cards from his jacket pocket. His pile was only half the size of Nida�s, but he felt confident of winning. He�d been on a roll and he had some pretty strong cards. Nida whistled when Squall placed down his rare Diablos card.
A minute later and Nida now owned a rare Diablos card.
Squall looked pretty depressed. Either he was crap at Triple Triad, or he was trying to lull Nida into a false sense of security, so that he would start playing all his best cards, which he would then win from him. Squall didn�t seem to be the type to hustle. Nida rubbed his temple with the heel of his palm. Diablos was a really good card, but Squall had obviously been extremely proud of it to show it off without playing a few games first to gauge his opponent�s skill level. With a sigh, he began a new game and placed it down so that the two weaker sides were open to be turned. He would regret this later, he was sure.