Chapter 10

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Dad just looked at me.

"I'd rather you not..."

I couldn't get up.

It would be to awkward to bring attention to exactly what our position is.

But fortunately and unfortunately Seifer wasn't against the idea.

His hands found my waist again helping me sit up straight, while he eased his self up from under me.

Should I still be hard right now? After I just got caught by my father with another male on the couch... And I admit the couch was a bad choice on my part. I have a TV with cable upstairs. But I wasn't going to dwell on past mistakes. The present was hat was important... Really important.

The air was still filled with that awkward silence, though I didn't put it past me.

"Umm... Welcome home... Mr. Strife." Seifer in a much more polite tone that I ever heard.

I could have almost hit him for saying that, but at least it broke up the silence.

"... Good to be back..."

I wasn't concerned with what dad would do, he's usually a really laid back guy. I was concerned about how he was going to take it. Since I'm the only child, he's probably never run into anything like this before. Roxas said it was stressful for his parents when Sora came out. So stressful that they sent him away to some uber manly reform school over seas. My dad's not crazy but he can get up there sometimes. I had to say something.

"Dad... Look-"

He held a finger up, other hand busy dialing a number.

"Hey... Can you come back?"

Come back? Wait... Who picked him up from the airport? ... Wasn't it supposed to be grandmom?

I stilled, opting to just burry my face in his neck and await my impending doom.

I could already see my self on a plane to that god forsaken school, ticket in hand, and not even a kick in the ass for a goodbye.

His arm immediately tightened around me and I sighed.

I'm not going to go all softie and cherish this hug like my last. I have munny saved up, I'll just buy another ticket and come right the fuck back... And keep it from my grandmom of course.

I laughed, in my mind of course.

I think I was starting to feel delusional.

"... Well..." I recognized the surprise in Seifer's tone. "Look up Chickenwuss."

I hesitated, not wanting to hear my grandmom's bullshit.

But I wasn't met with an angry brunette, I was met with a calm, almost eerily calm, silverette.

"Who is...?" Then it dawned, "No fucking way!"

My dad...? This guy...?

The man was gorgeous. His hair longer than anyone's I ever saw. This eyes had a strange glow... I don't know, they were just strange... but still pretty.

They looked really good together.

And it's sad to say about your dad, but he couldn't top this guy.

Point blank.

But there wasn't a drastic change in my dad's behavior... actually, there wasn't a change period. So that means...

"How in the fuck did you survive with Gran?"

Dad cleared his throat.

Oh... Shit... I'm not supposed to bombard the man with curse words.

"Hi," I said as normal as I could in a situation like this. "My name's Hayner. I'm his gay son."

My natural sarcasm started to leak, but it's whatever.

"This is-" "Seifer. The boyfriend." Interjected the blonde beneath me.

Silence seeped between us again, and it wasn't even the awkward kind. So I decided to fill it.

"It would have gotten up to greet you but my hips kinda hurt."

I realized what it sounded like after the fact, especially when the silver haired man raised an eyebrow.

"Not like that."

The stoic face actually cracked a smile. "Sephiroth."

Strange ass name, very deep voice... but yet they fit him very well. I approve.

The breeze from the open door now took the time to sweep my way.

"Where's my jacket?"

Seifer reached around me to the floor, picking up the hoodie and helping me in it while I busied my self with zipping up his shirt. I zipped up my jacket and rose up off of Seifer, proud that I didn't wince in pain.

"This is fun and all... but, I had a long day and I'm tired."

Dad looked at me with a 'Stop being rude' face.

"But we can finish this up tomorrow..."

The blank look on their faces were pissin' me off, but after what they just caught us in I had no right to be.

"Tomorrow over dinner..." Silence. "All of you just come to the fucking dinner." And I walked away.

That might have been rude, but I only have so much of a temper. Hence the fights with Seifer.

I just looked up the stairs.

How the fuck did I get up these stairs?

"Chickenwuss."

I would have jumped if his hands weren't on my waist.

"Need some help?"

I sighed and looked back up the steps, "I need some wings... But help would be the second choice."

Seifer gripped my waist a little tighter, just making me moan a bit.

Even after all the shit that fucker, that will remain unnamed, put me through my hips were still my sweet spot.

I wonder if Seifer knows. He probably will soon... Either that or think I'm a masochist. Which I'm not! Though... Others, like fuckers who will remain unnamed, think differently because how I act with Seifer. Who the fuck knows? I might be a masochist. But feels good if the sadistic one is Seifer... So what in the fuck happened with Setzer?

I suddenly realized there were hands under my things and lower back.

"The fuck? Put me down!" I actually whispered, not wanting to embarrass my self any more in front of dad's new... old...? Man friend?

Whatever.

Dad's dude. Let's go with that.

"You could have said that when I first picked you up, considering that we're half way up now."

Not even half way, cause he climbed to the top a few seconds later.

Dammit I need to stop going on these wild tangents.

My room door was kicked open and my bed was in sight, I would have jumped on it if he wasn't still carrying me.

"Put me down."

I could just sense that he was smiling.

"No."

I twisted around to glare at him.

"Put me down you ass fuck."

"I'm not the ass fuck, you are. I'm an ass fucker."

"Oh. You fucker!"

He just smirked, "Glad you caught the concept."

My hand covered my eyes after that. Didn't want him to see me blush. And I've been doing a lot of that lately. It was really starting to piss me off too.

"Put me down."

"Ask politely."

Deep breaths.

"Put. Me. Down."

"It's polite to look who your talking to in the eye."

I tore my hand from my face.

"And it's not polite to give order's to people in their own house!"

His eyes scanned over my face. I was probably blushing, again.

He started to smirk slowly, still staring at me. I was going to at least put an effort to ignore him, I was. But I can't stand it when people stare at me and I don't know why.

"The fuck do you want?"

He leaned down an kissed me. It was quick, and slightly lingering, like he was beginning to change his mind about the length.

"I love pissing you off." The tone of his voice was deeper than usual.

Kinda gave me the shivers.

"And I love seeing you mad... But seriously, put me down. I feel like a girl."

He tossed me on the bed.

"Easy asshole!" The blonde flopped down next to me.

"You say that now," Arms that could only belong to him pulled me closer to him. "Your gonna be begging for it later."

My eyes widened.

"Fuckin' perv." I mumbled, knowing that it would most likely be the case.

"One of the best." A phone rang, and it sure as fuck wasn't mine.

"That's a gay ring tone."

But I guess he was too busy answering the actual call.

"Hello... Do I- Oh. It's you... How'd you get my number?."

He sighed, "Seems like something Rai would do... So... What do you want?"

He listened for a while after that.

"Hmmm... And this is going to work? How?"

Seifer's face thoughtful as his eyes connected with mine. Assessing like.

"Oh... Well at least your loyal to some extent."

He laughed, "Whatever. All you guys are fuckin' weirdos... Peace." His sigh was the last thing I heard for a while.

Some how we moved closer to each other, strong arms tightening around me. It was a bit awkward to hear his breathing against my ear, but then again it was calming too. I was actually beginning to be lulled to sleep by it.

"What's your favorite food Lamer?"

I yawned, eyes only slightly tearing.

"I don't know... Pizza maybe."

There was a hum from deep in his throat. My eyes lidded half way.

"About the same for me too... What about fruit?"

I tensed. "... What about it?" I could barely choke out the sentence.

Probably sounded like some illiterate dumbass.

"Nothing. Just curious."

My brain was working at 100 miles per hour, trying to find a passable excuse.

"I guess I like fruit... almost as much as any other fruit lover out there."

He hummed in agreeance, once again.

"What type of fruit?"

"Excuse me!"

...Yeah I didn't mean to say that so fast... or so forceful.

"Fruit. Which one do you like?"

I didn't know what to say. And when I don't know what to say, get frustrated. Of course after frustration comes anger. And my temper has the winning record of getting me in trouble.

"Which one do you fucking like!"

He shrugged, "I prefer the sour fruits. Like sour grapes, sometimes pineapple, mangoes just before their ripe..."

Then I felt impending doom. Or maybe it was the foreboding pleasure?

"And certain types of apples."

The doom sank into my mind as his words shot straight to my pants. And I suddenly had a pretty good idea who he was just talking to.

I'm gonna kill Olette.

"I think they were called Granny Smith?"

I shivered, noticing that my fetish was becoming unhealthy.

"The firm juicy ones are-" "You better shut up before I make your nuts burst- And not in the good way."

Seifer sat up, aquamarine orbs just staring into mine.

"This that a threat?" His smile told me I wouldn't do it.

"If you treasure your nuts, then yeah it's a fucking threat. Try me and I'll show you how strong my fucking fist is."

This right here would have been a fight with the old Seifer, but this one... I he's some type of restraint in the past summer... Or maybe he actually likes to see me mad. Which is just sadistic... in a sense.

"Looks like you don't apprecaite the pleasures of a Granny Smith."

"Looks like you don't appreciate the pleasures of a good nut."

Seifer shook his head and flopped back down beside me.

"Go to sleep Lamer... Your gonna need the rest so you can recover faster."

Oh yeah... Stupid mother fucker.

"I was and then you started up with these random questions..." Random questions that I'm going to kill Olette for.

My head rested aganist his shoulder once again, the sound of his breathing calming me.

"Night."

His forehead leaned against the side of my head.

"Night Lamer."

A/N: This chapter just veered off... I feel that way... Yeah... this story has dragged on for far enough... So I'm gonna start some drama. *bitch smile* you'll love me for it