Author: Lipstickcat
E-mail: [email protected]
Pairing: Irvine/Zell, Nida/Squall
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: Not mine at all
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�Do you have any plans for the rest of the weekend?� Nida broke the silence that had filled the room for a several minutes.
�No,� Squall didn�t even bother to look up to answer.
�None at all?�
�I�ll probably get a few hours in at the training center.�
�Well, a few friends are getting together tonight for a film night. We�ll just pile into one of our rooms, watch some films, and eat junk food. It�s normally a good night. The more the merrier,� Nida said hopefully.
�...�
Nida sighed and turned his concentration back to the game. Not that it required much concentration; Squall�s strategy was predictable, if not non-existent. All that could be heard in the room was the gentle lap of water against the bow of the Garden and the occasional call of a gull outside the window.
�OH!! YEAH BABY!!!!!�
Squall and Nida�s heads jerked up simultaneously. For a split second, Squall was staring directly at Nida. His eyes were blue-grey, like a sea mist. Nida could get lost in those wide eyes, and fall into the vast void of shocked pupil. All he had to do was lean forward and close the gap...
Squall turned away, oblivious, to face the wall that joined on to Zell�s room. He turned back again and raised an eyebrow at Nida, who smiled wistfully and shrugged.
�Oh well,� he said as he rose from the bed, �at least someone�s making the most out of their day off.� Mentally, he added �lucky git� to himself. He wouldn�t mind a bit of action.
He walked over to his CD rack and shuffled through his collection.
�How about a bit of music to drown out any �background noise�?�
�Whatever...� Squall shrugged.
Nida closed his eyes and counted to ten, before pulling out two CDs. He knew that this was going to be a bad idea, but he was going to ask anyway. If he kept asking, maybe he�d hit lucky eventually and get an opinion on something from Squall. If he was really lucky, he might even get a conversation.
�Simple Minds or The Cure?� he waved the CD cases in front of him for Squall�s approval.
�Who?�
�The Cure it is then...� Nida muttered as cheerfully as he could muster as he turned back to his stereo.
Once again, Squall had managed to display his complete ignorance of Nida and all that he loved in as few syllables as possible. Why on earth did he like this guy? He was behaving like a schoolgirl trying to get an older boy�s attention.
He popped the CD into the player and pressed play. Then he returned to the game. He was tired of having to pretend to be less skilled than he actually was. He was tired of the game full stop. It wouldn�t be so bad if something interesting happened, even Squall trying to have a conversation would be more interesting. Nida smiled to himself as a thought hit him, he should have challenged Squall to strip poker, he was probably crap at that too. At least that would have been more interesting, and he still would have played below his ability, just so he�d be in the same state of undress as Squall. He stole a glance at Squall, who seemed to be too busy concentrating to even notice Nida�s amusement.
As another game ended in a draw, Nida feigned a yawn and stood up. Needing to stretch his legs, he walked to the window and leaned on the sill to look out at the sea. Anything to break up the monotony.
As he CD began its quiet build up to the forth song, he heard a deep guttural moan emanating from Zell�s room. He paused in his tracks for a second. Suddenly a loud cry came from behind the wall.
�ZELL!�
Nida�s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Either Zell really appreciated himself, or he was with a male partner. If he didn�t know better, he�d have said that the other voice had belonged to...
�...Irvine,� whispered a small voice behind him.
Nida spun around. Squall was sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers tightly curling around the purple throw. All the colour was drained from his face, and his mouth was gapped open in shock.
�...That was Irvine...� he was informing himself as much as Nida.
The pilot nodded and sat down next to Squall, who turned his head to face him. He felt a warmth spread through him as Squall�s stormy eyes searched his face. It felt like the first time that Squall had really seen him. Nida could see the questions that Squall wanted to ask him in those eyes. Why wasn�t he more surprised? How did he feel about this revelation? He could see the curious glint shimmer across the misty surface, Squall wanted to talk about it, but he wouldn�t. He didn�t discuss things. Wouldn�t open up.
In that moment, Nida saw the pain in Squall�s face. The slightly heavy crease of his brow, as if the world weighed down him, and there was no one to share the load. Nida wanted to take it, all of it, but he knew that trying to make him talk would only hurt him more. If he behaved like talking was so important, it would seem like it was, and that would only make Squall more afraid to do it. He decided that it would be better to draw the young man away from his own personal issues and change the subject.
�Its your turn.�
Squall blinked. Then he seemed to be pulled out of the maze of his own thoughts. His mask fell back into place and he nodded expressionlessly, before turning back to the game.
Nida considered Squall�s features for a second; how they could become so cold, frozen, without seeming to change. He couldn�t quite put his finger on it, it was as if his face hardened and the shimmer in his eyes dulled. He sighed. He wished that Squall would confide in him. Just once tell him how he really felt.
***
Zell�s fingers fumbled, clutching and unclutching material, unsure quite what to do as he kissed the man beneath him. He found the lapels of Irvine�s coat and the cowboy wriggled out of it, a little confused, but with no intention of arguing. Zell sat up as Irvine helped him out of his top, and without thinking, he returned the gesture by removing Irvine�s vest.
Irvine leaned back against his elbows, tilting his head so that he was gazing up at Zell through his eyelashes. A slight smile played on his lips, inviting Zell in a way that he couldn�t resist. As he leaned forward again, Irvine�s body sank back down onto the bed, forcing Zell to lie down fully. Irvine�s skin was cool against his own, which was heated by the blood that coursed through his body. He shivered, but more from the sensual feeling of flesh against flesh than from any cold. Soft hands rose up and stroked along his sides and down his back. One rested on his hip, while the other trailed back up his body, to cup the back of his head. Fingertips played with the short downy hair that grew there.
Zell sighed into Irvine�s mouth at the gentle ministrations. His eyes fluttered open briefly to see that Irvine had his closed, his dark eyelashes rested softly above his cheekbones. He let them drift shut again and deepened the kiss, gently but forcefully pushing his tongue into the other man�s mouth. A groan rumbled in the gunslinger�s throat as their tongues met. Irvine pushed himself forward, at the same time pulling Zell to him, so that the kiss became more passionate.
With a buck of his hips, Irvine rolled their bodies over, so that he was above Zell. Mouths began to stray and Irvine kissed a wet trail over Zell�s jawline and down his neck. Then he shifted his position, so that he was straddling the martial artist, and began to move lower. He kissed along his collarbone, occasionally licking and biting at the hard ridge under the skin, then over his broad chest.
Zell�s muscles were defined and toned, but soft when relaxed. Irvine discovered that if he softly dragged his fingers along the concave curve of flesh between his ribcage and hipbone, Zell would squirm and his muscles would tense so that they were solid. He played with this for a while, enjoying having Zell writhing beneath him. Then, without warning, he descended on a nipple.
Zell started at the unexpected sensation and let out a muffled squeak of surprise. After a moment to adjust, Zell began to moan as Irvine�s warm tongue flicked back and forth over the perked nub of flesh. Occasionally, Irvine would gently bite, pinching together a millimeter of skin and cause Zell�s body to jump involuntarily, but even that small flash of pain was pleasurable.
Irvine�s hand drifted lower, running over tense stomach muscles. It stopped just below Zell�s navel and fumbled with the fastenings to his trousers. As he did so, Zell kicked off his trainers. The first one flew across the room and smacked the locked door with a thwack. He was only slightly less careless with the second one, which flew in a completely different direction and stopped just short of breaking the window.
Irvine undid the trousers and crawled backwards to pull them off. Zell lifted his hips to help, the denim slid over his toned legs and was discarded on the floor. Beneath, he was wearing quite unflattering underwear, but Irvine shrugged to himself, deciding that with all the jumping around that Zell did, he probably needed plenty of support. They were quickly removed and forgotten anyway.
Irvine sunk down, licking across Zell�s stomach. Then he lapped and kissed across his thighs, making the smaller man tremble uncontrollably. He stopped and looked Zell straight in the eye, smirking slightly, before scooping up his erection and bringing it to his lips, so that he could kiss the glistening head. Zell moaned as his eyes rolled back into his skull. The cowboy�s grin widened and he flicked his tongue over the slit at the top. Zell reached out to grab Irvine, but unable to find him, he settled for clutching onto the bedclothes on either side of him.
An incomprehensible stream of babble fell from Zell�s mouth as he felt his erection encased in warm cushioned lips. He was going to say something stupid, anytime now. He couldn�t hold it in as it bubbled to the surface, and he didn�t really care.
�OH!! YEAH BABY!!!!!�
Irvine looked up, slightly surprised. He began to crawl back up the bed, a deep chuckle of amusement echoing in his throat. He stopped to gaze into Zell�s eyes, who blushed back at him, but the blond could see that there was no malice in the his actions. The whole of Irvine�s face smiled down at him, from the broad curl of his lips, to the tiny wrinkles around his bright eyes.
�Guess you�re a screamer then.�
Zell licked his lips and shrugged, before flashing him a toothy grin. Irvine winked back and leaned down to claim another kiss. As he did so, he undid his belt and tried to maneuver out of his chaps and trousers. After a few moments of struggling, trying to do it with one hand, Zell got the idea and reached up to help. As soon as they were removed, Irvine kicked them out of the way.
Irvine hung over the edge of the bed, searching for his jacket. He eventually found it and rummaged around in his pockets until he found what he was looking for. Zell frowned at him as he heaved himself back up again. Irvine flashed the small tube that he held in his hand at the blond.
�Woah! You�re well prepared.�
Irvine shrugged.
�So I�m a slut. Your point is?�
The fact that Irvine had to break the seal on the unused tube of lubrication didn�t escape Zell�s notice. He may have been experienced, but he was clearly no slut. Just well prepared. Zell smiled to himself. If Irvine wanted to pretend to have too many notches to count, he wasn�t going to burst the cowboy�s bubble.
Irvine lay by Zell�s side and lowered himself back down to the martial artist�s mouth. As he kissed him, he nudged the blonde�s thighs apart with his hand. Zell didn�t need much persuasion, and parted them willingly. Then, Irvine ran a carefully lubricated finger against the crevice of Zell�s ass. Zell stiffened at the sensation and Irvine pulled back to check that he was OK, but Zell smiled up at him and pulled his head back down again. Reassured, Irvine gently pushed at the puckered bud, slipping his finger in gradually.
Zell gasped into his mouth and tensed again. Irvine considered stopping, but as if he had read his mind, Zell followed the gasp with an encouraging moan. Irvine took his time, only adding a second finger when he was certain that Zell was ready. It wasn�t a case of self-control, it was a case of real concern for his partner. This revelation almost took the loner cowboy by surprise, but he knew that he was a considerate lover really, even if he didn�t like to admit to it. He quite enjoyed the slow, lazy kisses that he was being treated to anyway. It made him feel like Zell was really enjoying himself, like he was throwing his entire being into each movement of his mouth.
Reluctantly, Irvine pulled away. Zell�s head rose up slightly, chasing their last kiss, and causing his stomach muscles to tense. Irvine kissed the solid ripples, teasingly avoiding Zell�s jutting erection. Then he sat up and coated his own erection in lubrication. He shifted on the bed, so that he was between Zell�s thighs, and lifted his legs over his hips. Bending down, he stroked the strong limbs that were resting on his own, and kissed the pale chest beneath him.
�Are you ready?� Irvine asked softly.
Zell licked his lips and nodded decisively. Irvine carefully pushed himself into Zell, who screwed up his watering eyes tightly.
�Zell?�
Zell shook his head, then nodded, then shook it again.
�Its OK,� he whispered.
Irvine smiled and kissed his lips gently.
�If it�s too much, just say.�
Zell nodded, and smiled back. At this, Irvine began to push a little further in, then pull out again, as slowly as he could manage. As he repeated this movement, Zell�s taut expression began to soften, and Irvine found that with each repetition he could go a little deeper. Zell was so tight, incredible cushioned warmth enveloped him. Irvine began to speed up, driving deeper and deeper into him. Suddenly, Zell�s back arched as a shudder rang through him. He didn�t know what Irvine had just hit, but the most excruciatingly delicious sensation shot through his body.
The moan of pleasure that accompanied Zell�s convulsion enflamed Irvine. He pulled Zell�s hips to him, and pounded in harder. Zell called out as he brushed the spot again. The muscles that surrounded Irvine clenched, and he founded himself rendered speechless as he reached out to find Zell�s erection.
Zell didn�t know how much more of this he could take. The world had ceased to exist. He had ceased to exist. His mind was numb, all he knew was the combination of indescribable sensations that echoed to his very soul. His eyes flew wide, dilating and contracting, as he came with a shuddering gasp into Irvine�s hand. Warm semen spattered his stomach, punctuating his climax, as Irvine in turn orgasmed inside of him. As he did so, Irvine called out Zell�s name, the sound was thick with meaning and sincerity.
For a moment, Irvine stared down at him, panting heavily. Then a slow broad smile uncurled from his lips. He leaned down and consumed Zell�s mouth hungrily, before sitting up and untangling himself from him. He lay by his side, trying to catch his breath in much the same way as Zell was his own. After a while, Zell moved closer to Irvine, feeling the need for the bodily contact. He draped his arm over the cowboy�s chest and looked down at the disheveled figure.
�Wow,� he said with a grin that displayed his canines.
Irvine simply nodded.