CHAPTER 2: First impressions
Everything about Seifer Almasy was golden. He had naturally sun streaked golden blond hair and his skin was the color of lightly toasted bread, his eyes were the only thing that weren't golden they were the color of fresh limes. He was classically handsome and he knew it, he had finely chiseled cheekbones and his chin stuck out at an arrogant angle. He was 6' 4" and carried himself with pride and self-assurance, and a slight arrogance of someone who looked damned good and knew it.
Unlike Squall who wanted to be a cop since childhood the only thing Seifer wanted, was not to be a major fucking disappointment to his old man. Unfortunately it seemed as if that's all he ever was.
He had gone to the University of Texas on a football scholarship and was well on his way to playing pro ball when one morning he woke up and wondered what the fuck he was doing. It's not that he didn't love playing football because he did. But he also knew that one injury and he would be out of the game.
His junior year in college he talked to a guidance councilor about other options and she had suggested a myriad of different possibilities. The one that stuck with him was law enforcement, he quickly switched majors to and after graduating he went into the academy and became a cop.
After five years on the force he found that his possibility for promotion was a long time coming. There were older more seasoned officers on the force and then he had the stigma of being Jack Almasy's son. He made the decision that a change of scenery would be nice and put in a transfer to San Francisco.
Here it was a week later and he was meeting with Sergeant Seagill. He had come here directly from the airport and he looked like shit. Not only was he suffering jet lag, the car rental agency had lost his paperwork and did not have a car available for him when he arrived. By the time he had hailed a taxi and finally made it understood where he wanted to go, he was running half an hour late. So much for first impressions, as he hadn't gotten to shower or to change clothes as he had planned, he was stuck wearing the gaudy western wear he had traveled in. Not to mention the fact the he had nothing to change into as the airline had conveniently lost his luggage. If he had been allowed to carry his service revolver with him, there would have certainly been one less baggage claim attendant in the world.
"Mr. Almasy I see from your file that you were on the force for five years and hadn't been promoted. Is there a reason for that that I should be aware of?"
"No sir. I was passed over several times mostly because of my age. They didn't think a 'snot nosed' kid could cut it at being a detective." Seifer answered.
Kiros raised an amused eyebrow, "I see. It says here that you played football while you were at U of T. Used to play a little ball myself but mine was basketball. Well come on and I'll introduce you to the rest of the troops." He finished warmly.
They were about to enter the squad room when Kiros got called away. "Go on in and I'll be right there." He instructed turned and walked back in the direction of his office.
Seifer entered the squad room and saw something that in his five years on the force in Austin he had never seen before. Perched on the Sergeants desk was the prettiest man he had ever seen in his life. Hell, forget that, this guy was down right beautiful. And what the fuck was he was doing? Holy hell! He was giving a blowjob to a banana and seemed to really be enjoying it! He had been with his fair share of women but none had ever been that interested in 'oral exams'. Shit fire and save matches! He was deep throating it! Now here this other guy was going down on a banana and much to his chagrin he instantly got hard. He silently commanded his erection, "Down boy!" His old man would have 15 fits and a litter of kittens if he ever found out. It was bad enough that another man had turned him on. But this guy didn't look old enough to be out high school.
He glanced over and saw that Sgt. Seagill had finally joined him his head buried in the file he was currently reading.
"What is this? Bring your kid to work day?"
"What?" Kiros asked and looked up to see Squall Leonhart sitting in the middle of his desk, his lean hard body shuddering with ecstasy as the banana slid down his throat.
Squall glanced up from his ministrations on the banana to gauge the interest of his audience, only to be struck by the sight of a tall blond sex god that stood in the back of the room. Not wanting to get caught staring, he redoubled his efforts on the banana's pleasure, knowing full well that he had the stranger's undivided attention, a thought that he found extremely arousing.
Through half-lidded eyes he drank in the big blonds appearance. From the stubborn strands of hair that fell forward onto his forehead despite the fact that the rest was obviously gelled into place, to the most majestic pair of green eyes he had ever had the privilege of admiring. However, due to the angle of his neck he was unable to view the rest of him without it becoming obvious that he was staring. A slight twitch from his lower region reminded him that it had been a long time. Too bad he didn't engage in office relationships, and one night stands because this one would have been perfect. However if there were any justice at all in this sweet world, the tall blond hunk of juicy man flesh would turn out to be a delivery boy. Perhaps a quick prayer would help.
"Okay, I know I am not a religious man. But if you are up there and I hope you are⦠and you love me, please, God, please, for my sake, let him be a delivery boy!" Squall prayed silently while casting a sidelong look out of the corner of his eye.
Kiros watched with growing amusement when the banana was pulled out of Squalls mouth and the tip was oh so slowly and delicately licked. The young mans eyes were half closed and his tongue was resting on his upper lip. "Leonhart what the hell do you think your doing?" he asked, offhandedly as if this sort of thing was a common occurrence.
Seifer shook his head and began to wonder just what the hell he had gotten himself into.
