Hayner POV
"Oh god, Seifer... Mmm..." I moaned as Seifer hoisted me up against the wall, his roaming hands leaving me feeling hot. He smirked, and then covered my mouth with his own. I tried to stop the moan coming from the back of my throat as Seifer moved his lips, but I couldn't. Suddenly Seifer pulled away. I let out an involuntary whimper, longing for his lips against mine again.
"Damn you, Seifer. Don't be a tease," I hissed.
"What are you talking about? It's time to get up, Hayner!" Seifer replied. Wait, that didn't sound like his voice...
"Let me go then!"
"Wake up, sweetie!"
I frowned at him. 'Sweetie'? Since when? And what did he mean 'wake up'?
"Hayner, you're going back to school today! Get up, you lazy bum!"
I fluttered my eyes open slowly, and was greeted by the face of my mother, a few inches away from mine.
"Uh.. hi, mum," I muttered. So it hadn't been Seifer's voice.
"My, my, dear. Do I want to know why you were calling Seifer a tease?" said my mother with a giggle.
"He, um... He stole my pencil," I replied, feeling my face get hot. Stupid Seifer. Even when he's not near me, he makes me blush. "He wouldn't give it back."
"If you say so, dear," mum replied. "Anyway, you need to get up if you want to go to that school dance this weekend! There's no way I'm letting you go if you don't go to school."
"Ugh... I hate school!" I mumbled. Mum rolled her eyes.
"You're a teenager. Of course you hate school," she said. "Now don't make me drag you downstairs."
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Fine, fine, I'm getting up," I groaned, sitting up.
"You'd better. Or I'll bring your 'tease' of a buddy over here to get you up," mum said. Once again, my face heated up. Getting me up could mean so many things when Seifer was involved. The idea of laying in bed and having Seifer get me out seemed pretty damn appealing, actually.
"Oh, honey," mum sighed. "I can just remember the good old days when you weren't a pervert."
What was she, a mind reader or something? "M'not a pervert," I mumbled. "Get out of my room. I need to get ready."
"Trying to look hot for our dear Seifer?" my mother chuckled with something frighteningly similar to Axel's trademark smirk on her face.
"You're in league with him, aren't you?" I muttered as I pushed her out the door.
Seifer POV
Monday. Fucking Monday. The worst day of the week, and the only thing making it any better was the cute blonde sitting in the seat in front of me, arms crossed on his desk, head rested on his arms. I was pretty sure he was asleep. Though I couldn't blame him. Professer Zexion was damn boring. He was strangely short for a man of his age. He had hair that could only be described as some odd shade of lavender, with a long fridge that covered one side of his face. His visible eye was a beautiful, deep blue. I wanted to hassle him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. He seemed to enjoy rambling on about all aspects of Science, and even I, the ultimate jackass, couldn't take that enjoyment away from him. Yeah, yeah, Seifer has a heart. Let's all fucking point and laugh.
Even Professer Zexion looked like he was beginning to get bored, when a bubbly boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair styled into a mohawk/mullet burst into the room in all his tall, flushed, puffed out glory. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and black short-sleeved jacket, with a red tie hanging loosely around his neck. He was wearing snug black jeans and black and white converse. He was holding a satchel, the strap resting on his right shoulder. Although he hardly looked like the type to be a teacher, I recognised the badge on his chest that clearly read 'Professer Demyx.'
"Demyx, you're late," Professer Zexion said, quirking an eyebrow at the exhausted idiot. He looked liked he'd been running away from fucking wild cats.
"Eh, sorry Zex. I missed my bus, and then I had to con Lex into giving me a ride. You know how it is," said Professer Demyx, despositing his satchel on the desk. "So, did I miss much?"
"No, half the class is asleep anyway. I don't know why I bother talking," Professer Zexion said. Did he just roll his eyes? Professer Zexion did not roll his eyes.
Demyx grinned and kissed the tip of his nose, bringing pink to the shorter professer's face. "'Cause you're a nice guy, and you care about them. Now stop whining and help me explain the assignent."
I gaped at the two professers as their words sunk in. Had Professer Zexion been rambling... on purpose? That fucking prick! He was just distracting us while his boyfriend Mr. I'm-So-Happy-I-Shit-Rainbows dragged himself to work.
"Hey, lamer!" I hissed, leaning forward and jabbing Hayner in the ribs. He squirmed in his sleep and I could hear him muttering my name. I leaned closer to catch what he was saying.
"Don't stop," he moaned quietly, burying his face further into his arms. "Keep going, Seifer. Ngh, that feels so good..." My eyes widened to the size of fucking dinner plates. Hayner was having dirty dreams about me. Hayner. The guy I was trying to convince myself I wasn't in love with.
"Ah, Seifer!" Hayner moaned, this time louder. I froze. I wanted to wake him up so he wouldn't embarass himself, but the thought of Hayner dreaming dirty things about me kept me in my seat, leaning forward, heart pounding.
"Oh god..." the blonde boy moaned. I looked around and sighed. It was time for me to stop this, however much I wanted to watch Hayner dream for the rest of the lesson. I reached out and shoved him, succeeding in pushing him clean out of his chair. He was glaring angrily up at me, his mouth unable to form words. I stood up and offered him a hand, which he took, allowing me to pull him to his feet. I opened my mouth to say something, when he suddenly looked down at his pants, went red, and rushed out of the classroom.
Professer Demyx and Professer Zexion watched him go, the taller teacher's head tilted to the side in confusion.
"I think he felt a bit sick," I said. "I'll go make sure he's not chucking his guts out." I left the classroom in time to see a blonde boy rounding the corner toward the boy's bathroom.
Hayner POV
I slammed my palms into the bathroom door, pushing my way in, muttering irritably all the way. Seifer had woken me up from extremely erotic dreams about him by pushing me off my chair. What's worse, I think I may have been talking in my sleep again. I couldn't deal with this right now. After Seifer's rejection on Saturday, I couldn't face him. I just couldn't.
Apparently all the fucking higher-ups were against me, for Seifer walked into the bathroom at that very moment, as I held my head in my hands and leaned against the wall.
"I'm sorry," was all he said. I moved my hands away and glared at him.
"For what?" I snapped. Pushing me out of my chair, or breaking my heart? Oh, god. I sounded like a fucking girl.
"Everything. About Saturday... I just panicked. I wasn't thinking properly. I didn't mean what I said."
I looked up at him and tried to force a smile. "Oh, that? You're still thinkin' about it?" I asked casually. Seifer scowled at me and came closer, and I began to feel dizzy as his hot breath billowed onto my face for the second time in the past week.
"Of course I am. I hurt you. I know it, and you fucking know it too, so don't play dumb," Seifer replied lowly.
"What happened to the old Seifer? The one who loved to kick my ass at Struggle, and wouldn't give two shits about hurting me?" I asked, looking up at him, unblinking. Saying I was confused was an understatement.
"That Seifer never existed," Seifer told me, leaning in even closer. "I've always cared. Like right now, you're standing in a school bathroom with a hard-on." His tone had suddenly switched from serious to playful and teasing, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You know... I can take care of that for you..."
My heart skipped a beat as he looked at me with such lust in his eyes. I wanted to say no, I needed to say no. This wasn't right. I couldn't just submit to him in a bathroom.
I was about to reply when he suddenly placed his palm on the bulge in my pants, rubbing it slowly and sensually. I moaned, leaning into him as he wrapped one arm around my waist.
"S-seifer..." I managed to say, but it came out as more of a moan, my voice affected greatly by the pleasure spreading through my body. I knew I should have been pulling away, but I couldn't bring myself to stop him.
"Ever had a blowjob, Hayner?" Seifer whispered against my ear.
"Heh, you called me Hayner," I replied, too caught up in the wonderful things he was doing to listen to his question.
"Have you?" Seifer repeated.
I shook my head, suddenly unable to say anything else as Seifer increased the pressure on his palm and kneeled down, swiftly undoing the fly on my jeans.
"Looks like your dreams are coming true, hey lamer?" said Seifer teasingly, looking up at me. I ground my teeth together, trying to be patient.
"How do you know about that?" I hissed. Come on, Seifer. Just do it! You're as much of a tease in reality as you are in my dreams!
"You talk in your sleep. Something about 'Don't stop! Keep going, Seifer...' Are you going to make that much noise for me now?" Seifer said with a light chuckle.
"Anything. Just shut up and take care of it already," I told him, pulling his beanie off and sliding my fingers into his thick, silky blonde hair. I yanked on it, bringing his head closer to my crotch.
"You've never been very patient, Hayner. Okay, if you're ready. On the count of three?"
"Just do it!!"
Seifer POV
Fucking hell, I never knew Blondie had it in him. He'd moaned my name again and again in that bathroom, twisted his fingers so tightly in my hair as he cried out in pleasure. He'd offered to do the same for me, since those noises he'd been making had quite an effect on me, but I'd told him another time. I didn't think he was ready for it. We hadn't returned to class, instead deciding to go to the local park, ice cream store, mall, cafe... well, you get the idea.
I was laying on my bed, phone pressed to my ear, speaking to none other than Hayner himself. He was making this fucking torture for me, one moment speaking casually, the next making suggestive comments. Again, I didn't know he had it in him.
"So, Seifer, when do you want me to return the favor?" he was saying, while I played with the frayed edges of my beanie. I'd gotten a kick out of how much Hayner loved my hair, but I was still wearing it when we weren't engaging in those sorts of activites.
"When you're ready."
"I am ready. I can't wait to put my mouth around that big, hot--"
"Hayner! Stop it! You haven't even seen it!"
"Yeah, but judging by the rest of you, it's got to be pretty impressive."
He was making it really fucking hard to hold back. I really hoped he wasn't this confident in person. If he kept teasing me like this, I'd probably force him onto his knees like a slave-driver and scream 'SUCK!' at him. The most frightening part is, I'm positive that he'd willingly comply. He seemed so different now, as if some massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was happy to make suggestive remarks at every turn, and was being incredibly sweet to me. Was this the real Hayner, hiding underneath that cocky exterior?
Hey, I had a long time to find out.
