Chapter 9

Disclaimer: Hey random fact but did you know that I don't own these people? Bummer right?


I tossed the pizza crust back in the box, grabbing another slice.

"Why do you keep throwing the crusts away?" Seifer picked up the bread and started finishing it off.

"The hell am I supposed to do if I don't like it?"

The beanie less blonde flipped through the channels, landing on some money scamming commercial.

"Ship it to the starving kids in Africa."

I just looked at him.

Ignorant ass.

"No?" His smile was beautiful, but he was being a major dick.

"Well you can ship it to this girl. Her name is... Anka or some shit... Her family has died of starvation."

I turned to face the TV to see the small barely clothed child staring into some rusty discolored bucket. A properly dressed white man, who looked fed and bathed, explaining her situation.

"She's starving Chickenwuss." Voice filled with fake emotion. "And your wasting food." The elder shook his head, his smile just slight but there nonetheless.

I balled up my fist to knock him one, but of course it still hurt like a motherfucker.

Fuckin' Asshole.

The screen was currently prattling off about how we should send our munny in the mail and get back a report checking up on the kids. Commercials like that really piss me off.

"What I don't fuckin' understand is if they really wanted to help the kids and shit, why their making an expensive ass commercial?"

Seifer just smiled, "Hmm..."

"And I mean he's standing fuckin' right next to her. How fuckin' hard is it to go in your fucking trailer and get... I don't know... Some bread?"

"Or pizza crust." Offered the scarred blonde.

"Oh fuck off! You fuckin' ate it any damn way!"

"You still shouldn't waste food."

"Really Seifer? Really? Like you haven't wasted anything before."

He downed the last of his second beer.

"Actually, I haven't."

I scoffed, "I don't believe that."

"Don't have to." He said simply with a shrug. "Cause I know I'm trustworthy."

It was a whole process to snatch the remote away from him, seeing as though I can't use my dominate hand.

The fucker.

I wouldn't call my self picky, per say, I just didn't really like the shit that comes on cable. Not all the time anyway.

I paused to glance over a struggle match. Paused and glance being your operative words.

That match fucking sucked.

I flipped to the next channel, and the next, and the next...

"You know... You should turn back to the match..."

"I shouldn't. It was fuckin horrible. He wasn't even holding the bat right."

He sighed, lounging aganist the armrest, feet on the cushion.

"It's not like your watching anything right now anyways."

I was considering going back, but I liked the next channel.

I sat wait patiently as the Arabian prince tried to persuade the princess to take a ride on his magic carpet.

Waiting for what?

"You fuckin' serious?"

Seifer of course.

"Aladdin. You like Disney Lamer?" He honestly sounded appalled.

Well, I knew what channel I was keeping it on.

"I do now."

It was easier getting up... not allot but more so than this morning.

I stood over Seifer, a whole new world playing in the background, he just looked at me.

"Open your legs."

It didn't even take a second for his eyebrows to furrow.

"What?"

It was a fairly easy question, and a much easier task.

"Open. Your. Legs."

"Umm... Yeah... Look... You've got the wrong impression..."

Wrong impression? It dawned.

"You sick fuck." I nudged his leg with mine.

"You have the wrong impression and about what exactly?"

He didn't even hesitate. "I'm top."

I just blinked at him. "And I couldn't be?"

"Not even if you were having a good day and I was having a bad one."

That was a blow.

"What do you mean I can be top? I'm a fucking guy!"

"But your not the manliest of all men."

"And you are? Please."

He shrugged, unconcerned. "Never said I was. But when it comes down to me and you... I'm top."

I hated knowing that he was right.

So I kicked him hard, hopefully enough to bruise.

Then I spread his legs and laid on him, my torso to his abs, head on his chest.

"You kick me then wanna lay in my arms?"

I hummed in agreeance.

"... And I would be a dick if I tossed you on the floor, wouldn't I?"

I sighed, his voice vibrating from his chest. "Yeah, but you are one now. So you'd just be a bigger dick."

I looked up and remembered that we were supposed to be watching that movie, Aladdin.

The prince was randomly at the bottom of the sea and unconsciously rubbed the golden lamp, making some blue genie pop out in bath attire.

"The hell is this? Wasn't he just with the princess?"

"And now he's not. Deal."

I pouted.

It was just a movie.

"You've never seen Aladdin before?"

Was it that strange?

"Well no... Not the whole thing... I wasn't one for TV as a child."

"Then what the hell did you do?"

I blushed.

"I started fights with you..."

He laughed. "Of course you did..."

My jacket was riding up past my love handles, the bruises on my back. But as I tried to pay attention to the movie again, I felt those hands lightly brushing over my skin. It didn't hurt, which was just a miracle in it's self.

I sighed, shivering slightly.

"Look at me Lamer."

I knew what was going to happen when he said that.

I lifted up my head slightly as he practically devoured my lips. I didn't know how he could manage that, to devour but touch me softly at the same time. Of course I kissed him back, with a moan I would not like to admit. His hands slid up my body bringing my jacket up with him. Now he could grip me harder, and pulled me up to kiss him much more comfortably. Which I was grateful for. I pulled away to catch my breath, feeling his ragged breath against my face. That alone made me take the initiative and crashed my lips into his.

The movie was still on, but really who gives a fuck right now?

His thumb brushed against my nipple and as horny as I was it took me allot to just moan. I didn't know how far this was going, but I sure as hell wouldn't be the one to stop it.

And I was right, I wasn't.

It was the TV.

"We interrupt this program for an emergency broadcast!"

And of course it would be blaring. It was cool though, it's not like we stopped for that or anything.

What we stopped for was this, "-Setzer Gabbiani was taken into the hospital after being brutally beaten in the sand lot. He was unconscious we the parametics arrived, so we still do not have the description on this vile offender."

If this had been any other situation, I would have laughed. But it wasn't funny. Not even the part about him being a vile offender. Like who the fuck writes this shit up?

I tried to ignore it but they just kept saying his name. And it was really getting awkward.

We just completely stopped, and I couldn't even stare at him.

"Remote Lamer." I obliged with not as much difficultly as I would have thought.

The TV was switched off without a second thought. And it was funny, cause it didn't ruin the mood as much as I thought it would.

My hoddie was zipped down slowly and the cloth tossed to the floor. My eyes were just linked to his for a while. I smirked, rubbing my hands up his chest zipping open his belly shirt.

"How far is this gonna go?"

It didn't have to go far, but it be nice.

"Probably not too far... Your hips..."

And he continues to cockblock.

But I knew Seifer was just being sweet, which was a rare offer.

Our next kiss was soft which was a change of pace. Sweet too... almost reminded me of sea salt ice cream... and not Granny Smith Apples. Which I guess is a good thing if I didn't want to embarrass my self... again.

His hand burrowed in my hair, the other taking hold to my waist to stroke it lightly. It was all relaxing, and arousing but teasingly so.

It was too late to move when the front door flung open, dad dragging his bags along.

We all just stared at each other.

"... This isn't at all awkward..." His blonde spikes drooping, slight confused frown in place.

And then started up the, "I can explain..."


A/N: I put a whole thought process in here... lolz... How I normally think... lolz... That's why Hayner acts like that.. hahaha... Reviews...