Chapter VIII
When Squall woke, thin rays of the Balamb sun were sneaking their way in through the window.
He stumbled to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and walked back out. He plopped onto Seifer's bed, where he had fallen asleep and glanced over at his own bed on the other side of the room.
He saw a lump under the covers and realized that Seifer hadn't left the dorm. He was sleeping in Squall's bed.
Squall walked over and placed his hand on the back of his slumbering lover.
"Seifer?" He said softly.
The blonde stirred in his sleep and his eyes fluttered open lightly.
"Seifer." Squall said again, louder this time.
The blonde turned to face his lover. He saw the hurt in Squall's steel blue eyes.
"What's going on?" The brunette asked.
"Nothing…" Seifer said, sitting up slowly, his voice drenched in exhaustion.
"Then why is it that you fall asleep with me and when I wake up, you're over here?" Squall asked.
"You fell asleep first, Squall, and I couldn't stop watching you…"
Squall's face reddened.
"I just kept thinking on how I'm not even good enough for you…How I need to come to terms with who I am, but how I'm not even sure if I know who I am anymore…"
"Seifer, you--" Squall started.
"Let me finish…" Seifer said, raising a hand to silence his lover. "I'm just telling you how it feels to me…I had to come over here to think by myself…Being next to you was so distracting."
Squall's eyes focused on the ground as Seifer stood.
He was still naked from the night before.
He stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Squall sat on his bed, burying his head in his hands.
I can't force him to do this…I can't force a relationship on him no matter how much I want him. It's just not fair. I'm taking him out of his comfort zone and that's just not right. He can't accept the fact that he's not straight. He can't admit it to himself, he can't admit it to me and he sure as Hell can't admit it to anyone else. I just need to accept the fact that, if Seifer and I are going to be anything, it's only going to be behind closed doors, in private…Away from everyone.
Squall was buried in his thoughts as the bathroom door opened. Seifer emerged from the room, a towel wrapped around his waist.
The brunette looked up at the loveliness of the man standing before him. His body looked as though it had been chiseled from flawless stone…His strong features made Squall just want to kiss him even more.
Squall rose from the bed and walked over to Seifer.
For the first time in the relationship, Squall forcefully kissed his lover, his tongue roaming around. He swiftly removed the towel and pulled the blonde over to the bed.
Seifer replied with a shocked look and a small smirk on his face.
"I'm so sorry, Seifer…" Squall said, kissing him again.
"I don't need a relationship," The brunette said between the hot kisses, "I just need you."
"I love you, Squall…"
"I love you…"
They made love again, more passionately than ever before.
Seifer clutched Squall's hips as he thrust inside him, digging his nails into his sides.
Squall yelped in the midst of the pain and pleasure, screaming Seifer's name and panting lovely words to the man behind him.
Seifer reached around and grabbed Squall's manhood, pleasuring him as he was being pleasured.
They reached the end simultaneously, crying out together as Seifer collapsed on top of Squall.
They lay there, covered in sweat, their voices hoarse from screaming.
"Hyne…" Seifer said with a smile, "Where did that come from?"
Squall laughed lightly, all the energy taken from him.
"I just want you to know that I'm not pushing for anything…" He said softly, "Take your time…"
"You know we're late for breakfast with everyone, right?" Seifer said with a laugh.
"Who cares?" The brunette replied, kissing Seifer lightly on the collarbone.
"You don't think we were too loud, do you?" Seifer asked, trying his best not to give into the temptation of the sexy man laying with him.
"Who's around to hear us?" Squall asked.
"Good point…" Seifer replied with a smirk as he kissed Squall, the temptation getting the best of him.
While the two lovely men made out on Squall's bed, Quistis stood in the hallway, baffled, her hand over her mouth.
