This story is about random events in the lives of Cid Highwind and Vincent Valentine. Some of it is meant to be silly, some of it is meant to be rather emo, some of it is just a bunch of pervy fun stuff. It'll eventually end up Cid/Vin.
Yeah, this story's all yaoi / slash / m/m / whatever you wanna call it. So just go ahead and skedaddle if you don't wanna deal with all that, cos I don't wanna hear about it.
(I don't own the FFVII characters.)
(But Nick Hendricks is mine, the bastard!)
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07. I Professed My Love In An Animalistic Manner Like An Endless Foreign Flick: My Subtitles Were Sick. (Cid's POV)
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Sixteen and still hadn't found a decent boyfriend. Pathetic.
Yeah, yeah. I know it. Don't say it...
Look, you can talk till you're blue in the face about being young and having the rest of your life ahead of you to find a boyfriend. It won't convince any kid, and it certainly doesn't help self-esteem at all.
I'd just entered the home of Nickolas Hendricks, my science partner. We were trying to prepare ourselves for spending many long evenings working on our project. (Our project that was worth 50 of our science grade, no less!)
I sat myself down on Nick's bedroom floor and listened as he read off the list of possible project topics.
"The mathematics of snowflakes."
"The what the fuck?"
"Observations of urban wildlife."
"Meh."
"Study of a shoreline."
"Where? Where is the goddamn shoreline we're supposed to study? Like hell I'm gonna scrape up enough gil to go to Costa for a project."
"Can household compounds, such as tea, be used to promote good health in plants."
"No, that seems like such a waste."
"Effects of cigarette smoke on the growth of plants."
"I can do that one!"
So we walked to the store and bought several different kinds of the cheaper flowers. (I hoped we wouldn't end up killing the plants. I'd kinda feel like a murderer.) We then spent a good amount of gil on Lucky Strikes (and a good amount of time snickering about the brand of cigarettes called "Cockstrong").
More thought than was probably necessary went into naming our test babies. The blue flower was Frank Awesomington. The yellow one, we named Audrey III. Pink was Cthulhu (he was the gay one). And the purple, Calvin (come to think of it, he was probably going to end up gay too...)
And we sat and watched television all day, taking turns to get up and smoke at the plants every hour or so, making note of the times. We were having a fairly good time, engaging in entertaining but pointless banter and happily figuring out that we pretty much enjoyed watching the same shows (because it sucks to have to sit through a half hour of fuckery you can't stand).
But then the conversation took a turn for the interesting when Nick asked "Hey, you are gay, right?"
I paused. "...Why?"
But he pushed the question. "Well, are you, or aren't you?"
I answered reluctantly. "...Ahh, yeah, why?" He wouldn't beat me up over it...would he?
He started to say something, but stopped himself, and decided on something else. "No reason, really. Just wondering if it was true." He turned his attention back to the television, probably hoping that didn't just happen. So I tried to focus on the screen too. Till the next advert, at least.
"Are you?"
My question caught him off guard.
He stumbled through a response. "No. I mean, I'm not sure, really. Maybe. I don't know..." His cheeks had turned bright red. It was kind of...cute. "Well what I really wanted to ask you in the beginning when I brought it up was, if you wanted to, and you can say no, but you could stay the night here tonight, and maybe we could, ya know, try things."
Damn. Calm down, Run-On-Sentence.
"Things?" I pressed, raising an eyebrow. I was curious to know what kind of "things" I could be getting myself into that night.
"Yeah, ya know, like kissing, or..." His mouth seemed to have gone dry. He swallowed and continued, his voice wavering. "Or something..."
He looked horrified. Like I might suddenly attack and try to garrote him or something. My thoughts turned dirty, filled with the possibilities. I felt a grin coming on, but I kept it to a smirk (which I hoped made me look incredibly sexy), and answered. "Yeah. Sure."
It may have sounded calm, but I was nervous as all hell. Maybe even a little bit scared. But I tried to let the excitement take over those other feelings.
Dinner came and went, evening turned to night, and Nick's family had gone to their respective bedrooms.
I sat at the window, working on the latest plant cig, thinking of what affect it would have if we actually put them out in the soil (as well as thinking of something else that was far more important). "So, you still up for some a'those things tonight?" I had to do it. I had to ask, because I wasn't so sure Nick would ever bring it back up.
"Yeah, I think so..." His face was red again. I liked that for some reason. I couldn't help but wonder if his cheeks would stay ruddy like that throughout the coming events of the night. I hoped so.
"Have you ever done anything like this before?" he asked me.
I closed my eyes and took a drag of my cigarette. Fuck, I hoped that colour stayed.
"Aside from kissing, not a thing. So don't worry 'bout actin' silly, cos I'm not gonna be doing any better," I told him. I caught his gaze for a second, before he glanced away. His eyes were blue. Dark, though. Kinda pretty.
He wasn't gorgeous, but he was far from unattractive. Funny, I hadn't really noticed it before. Maybe he was looking more and more enticing by the minute simply cos I knew I was gonna get him naked in a few minutes. And after that, if he's as vulnerable and scared as he seemed at that moment...
Alright.
I stamped my cigarette into Cthulhu's dirt.
No turning back now. I doubt my body woulda let me anyway. I certainly wasn't thinking with my brain just then.
I sat on my knees in front of him, one knee on either side of his legs. So close. Maybe a little too close to start out with. "How far d'you wanna go?" I asked, giving in to the urge to touch the sides of his face.
"I...I don't know..." he wasn't hiding his anxiousness well, if at all.
I wasn't really paying attention to words. "Okay." I tilted his head up and leaned down to kiss him. He tensed and sorta struggled with it at first, but seemed to calm down soon after, getting the hang of things and allowing his hands to wander a little.
The kissing felt excellent. The touching was good. Very good. But I wanted more. I wanted skin. Wanted to feel more of him. Have him all to myself. I was pulling his shirt off, kissing at his neck, and working on getting into his pants before he even started on my clothes.
"Stop, wait," he asked as soon as I managed to unzip his jeans.
"Huh? What is it?" Fucken hell. He couldn't tell me to stop now. I was so damn far from "stop".
"Just...just wait a second." So I waited while Nick got my shirt up over my head and onto the floor. His fingers worked at the buttons on my pants and I pressed my cheek to his, so hot to the touch. "Okay," he said quietly. "I'm ready again."
The interruption had thrown me off a bit. I paused for a moment more and laughed a little. "I'm really not too sure how to go about this," fiddling with his hair, "So I'm just gonna run with somethin', arright?" Eh, I never expected this to be a glamourous affair.
He made some sorta mumbling noise of agreement. Good enough. I pushed him so he was laying on the bed (though "pushed" sounds so violent. But it wasn't like that! I swear I was playing nice), and let my fingers, lips, and tongue go where they wanted. They led me back down to Nick's pants, unbuttoned but still waiting to be removed. "Can I?" I almost didn't think to ask.
Nick sat up again before he answered. "Yeah, but you have to too."
Ah, the moment of truth. I had talked my immediate fear of "Please, God, please have created me adequately. Please let me at least look somewhat decent" down to just "Please". Please...anything good. Maybe we shoulda turned the light off...
I got up and started to tug my pants down, hesitating only until he was standing next to me, doing the same. The both of us, we just sorta stood there, unsure again about what to do next. It was actually Nick who made the next move.
Stepping toward me, he put his hand on my chest, and leaned in to kiss. He stopped short though, waiting for approval. The frightened look in his eyes and the unsure smile that tugged at his lips made me want to just take advantage of him in the worst way. (That's a bad thing, isn't it?)
Sometime during the kiss, all space between us seemed to disappear. (Oh God...) His cheek wasn't the only part of him that felt hot when I was pressed against it. "Bed, Nick. On the bed." I think I was almost growling by this point. (And I imagine it was difficult to move back to the bed with me still attached to him.) My fingers, lips, & tongue picked up right where they had left off, with no more obstructions to hold them back.
Yeah, I was really liking this. If I ran my tongue across, right there, and if I touched him just like that, I could make him gasp and moan and squirm. I could make him do these things! Now how much could I fit in my mouth without gagging? Hm, that much. Was that enough? Well, I was just gonna have to work with it.
It's funny how expressions of pain and pleasure look so similar. (Er, I guess "funny" isn't quite the right word...) And it worried me. But when I took my mouth from Nick to ask if this was still okay with him, he tried to guide my head back to him and told me to keep going.
So I did as I was told, to the best of my ability. (Which wasn't that much, seeing as the only practice I'd had was with things like popsicles and with trying to reach my own dick in an arduous attempt at giving myself a blowjob.) But also, seeing as I was a boy, I pretty well knew what would make other boys feel good.
Nick's hands were pushing my head down just a little too hard. But I tried to ignore it. I focused more on not choking when his cum shot down my throat. I tried to spit out the rest before it got too far down my throat, while trying to keep sucking him off, and trying to keep the coughing to a minimum. That was...not too pretty.
I sat up and wiped at my mouth, hoping Nick wouldn't be too freaked out to let me have a turn. "Your face is still all red," I grinned like an idiot. "It's not bad. It's cute. I like it." Why should he care?
"Oh." He put his hand to his face. "You want me to, ah..."
I nodded a little. "Yeah, but if it really bugs ya..."
"No. Switch places."
I lay down on the pillow and spread my legs a bit. This was a little more embarrassing than actually giving the head for some reason. But fuck if it didn't feel good.
I needed something to do with my hands. I didn't want to shove his head down like he did mine. But I couldn't just keep them still. I held one hand to my mouth, the part between my thumb and forefinger between my teeth. The other hand, I ran lightly across my stomach. It was tempted to move upward and play with other sensitive areas, but I felt a little weird about that. So it ended up on the bed, grabbing at the sheets.
"Oh, fuck please keep--gah! Yes, that, whatever it is you're doing, oh, fuck," I bit my hand again to shut myself up. He kept up with that, whatever it was he was doing, and I completely lost it. "Oh God, stop, stop," I swatted blindly at his head when I'd finished.
"Was that okay?" he asked, swiping his hand over his mouth.
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Yeah," he nodded.
From there, we had the several months until our project was due to practice and we both improved over time. I even let him fuck me. Once. I did all the fucking after that.
But when we'd turned the project in, what did that mean? Nick and I didn't mention anything about it at school, but I called him up that Friday. I asked if he wanted to stay the night at my place, even though we didn't have any more work to do. He said he had family plans. And Saturday, he had to take care of his cousins.
Well, that was okay. I could just stay in and jerk off all weekend. I was fine with that. But those things kept happening. He always had one thing or another to do. I finally began to realize he was probably avoiding me on purpose. Soon after, it became a well known fact around school that Nick was now going out with one of the more popular girls.
I was furious. I was just some sorta experiment for him to try and in the end, he just ignored me.
So I handled it the best way I knew how: I beat his ass after school.
