Chapter 21

Hayner POV

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Olive Garden or Kingdom Hearts... their shit goes to their appropriate persons... But I own all the other shit.

I was so not getting laid tonight.

Every and anything that could have possibly gone wrong literally decided to sign right up at the last fucking second - from that cute blonde waiter to Seifer's whole fucking ex-baby mama drama - and I'm really just fucking over it. I mean, when I started this whole "summer to-do list" I thought this would be relatively simple - at least, after we confessed our undying lust to each other. It would have been - should have been perfect; We have sex, I complete my end of the pack, we continue to have sex... and maybe, somewhere along the line, we might somehow... end up in a somewhat stable relationship...?

Even I had to laugh at myself a bit for that one.

But it was still always good to hope, though sadly I don't think that wish would stay alive longer than a snowflake in hell. In other words, it was a dream so far beyond nonexistent that it was almost laughable - it was laughable.

But enough of my depressing ass thoughts.

The temperature tonight was very humid, a light breeze or two blowing my way every so often - much to my chagrin. A few tall lamps lined the cobblestone walkway, though they were quite old and twice as dim it was a lot better than complete darkness. The moon and stars helped in the sense of seeing the vague shapes of houses, cars and trash that littered the street; but on a bit more of a romantic note, how mysterious the moon looked behind the few thin stratus clouds and how the bright shining stars looked in combination with the nights' sky was quite beautiful - but this night was anything but romantic.

Seifer was currently walking ahead, silently and most likely very angry... with me.

His broad shoulders looked tense and stressed, his fists clenched slightly at his side and the strides in his step were rigid, timed - as if he was desperately trying to concentrate on walking forward. It was... odd, for lack of a better word. Odd because in contrast to common knowledge in Twilight Town, the beanie headed blonde usually didn't act so uptight - he enjoyed flaunting around in that fucking sleeveless jacket, acting like the mere thought of me being an actual threat wasn't worth his time.

Ironically, at the time where Seifer was acting least like himself, his jacket just happens to be missing.

I shook my head, trying to get back to my original train of thought - which wasn't a total bust if the very first was taken into consideration - also known as, my virginity crisis and the perpetual horny haze connected at its hip.

My eyes wandered back up to him once again - distracted by the way his belly shirt was rising up even more over that tanned stomach, and exposing that beautifully muscular back of his to my wild imagination.

A fantasy flashed before my eyes, and suddenly we were back in that cramped bathroom stall. In the background, the lights would flicker every so often, which added to the intensity of the situation. I was breathing pretty heavily from the heated look in his eyes and the meaningful smirk on his lips. He towered over me as I was watching him strip off that little blue vest revealing a very toned, nicely tanned torso - going by the looks of those arms of his - and the definition of his pelvis was being revealed to my starving eyes as he pulled at the drawstring of his baggy, brown sweats -

I tripped over what at the time seemed like a piece of concrete placed half-assedly from out the walkway, then blinked a few times in confusion after glancing back at the perfectly aligned curb behind me.

Needless to say, at that point I felt like quite the dumbass.

I put my focus back on walking tried not to think about all that revealed skin that was honestly making me more than a little hot under the collar - but I digress.

Although my eyes preoccupied with just his body, my mind was focused on his body language. But even if I wasn't paying attention to his body language, which clearly told me not to fuck with him, he hasn't even looked at me since we left the fucking olive garden, not even to check if I was following him and usually we can't keep our fucking eyes off each other. And when we don't look at each other, we don't talk... if I could even call our "conversations" actual talking.

So if everything had went according to what I originally planned - not that I had anything specific drawn up - Seifer and I would be in the heat of some argument right about now - probably just about to beat the crap out of each other - and then magically start having sex.

... Okay, maybe the magical part is a bit farfetched but that just about sums it up.

But that couldn't possibly happen -magical or not - when that fucking asshole won't even talk to me, let alone fucking argue.

And Seifer? Not arguing with me? Especially after all the shit that went down at Olive Garden?

Yeah, he was really fucking pissed.

And so, from all this useful information, I could tell that the possibility of actually getting laid tonight was closer, if not fucking zero's more negative neighbor. Tomorrow... sure, most likely. Tonight? No way in fucking hell. I don't mess with Seifer when he's actually mad... like how he was at the restaurant.

"You were fuckin' checking him out!"

I paused in mid stride considering my actions at the faithful old Olive Garden, recalling exactly how I must have looked, searching the blonde male's body for some nonexistent nametag... and the argument that followed.

"The fuck was that, Lamer?" His voice echoed in my head.

Okay... Well, it's not like I don't understand why he's mad. I mean, he thinks I was checking out some guy right in front of his face - which I honest to god wasn't. The guy was the only staff that actually gave us service the whole fucking time we were there, he deserved to be recognized and tipped - which I did. My initial thought was to give the guy a good review - Why is it my fault that the guy was nametag-less, blonde... and kinda cute?

I mentally shook my head at the stupidity of my actions - purposeful or not.

"Don't play innocent Lamer. It never suited you."

When those words came to mind, I couldn't figure out if Seifer was just saying that out of anger... or if that's what he really thinks. I would never actually admit it out loud but it kinda hurt... hearing him say that. It hurt at first and then I was just really fucking angry. Cause seriously, who the fuck says that? And when fucking hell have I ever tried to "play" fucking innocent?

I took a few deep breaths.

Getting angry right now probably wasn't the best choice.

I sighed aloud... partially to get Seifer's attention and partially to let go of some of my frustration.

That brilliant plan failed on both parts.

I really felt like sighing again but really, what was the use? It would only make me seem like a little bitch - which I am not on most occasions - and I was starting to get on my own fucking nerves.

That and I was hungry... for some lasagna.

My eyes rolled automatically... tonight's memories not really turning out to be the most memorable.

God, I honestly couldn't believe that I let her off so easily - me - and then actually gave up my fucking food for her. Okay, yeah... I know she's pregnant, but that aside, she was really doing some grimey shit. Hitting on and sleeping around with other people's men, trying to trap Seifer... and all while pregnant with another man's baby. Eight months pregnant too make shit worse. People call me crazy but if I were a different person... shit could have actually gone down, but I'm not. I would never put my hands on a female - especially a pregnant one - I'm petty, but I'm not that fucking petty.

I gave in and sighed once again, shaking my head.

Let it go, Hayner. Thinking about it isn't gonna do me any good... or help my hunger.

I tried to make a mental list of the food I actually ate today, but all I could remember was the sea salt. That ice cream really didn't do the job earlier... considering the portion size... and speaking of sea salt, I wonder how 'Lette's doing?

And again I was sighing.

At times like this I wished there was some type of way that I could get in con-

Pause.

I could almost smack myself in the face.

That's what cellphones are for dumbass.

Once again snapping out of the conversation I was having with myself, I blinked as I reached in my pocket and realized a couple of things. One was that we already passed my house - where I guess wasn't our destination - and two, we were approaching my usual corner store. I could get some quick food stuff there. And some condoms.

My whole face heated at the thought, and I actually had to laugh at myself out loud for that one.

Condoms? For what sex? Ha!

I shook my head smiling a bit.

Imagine me, buying condoms from that old mom and pops store. Ha! Yeah, right - they probably don't even have any. That would be a laugh...

I paused for a moment.

Now when I really think about it... That actually would be seriously embarrassing and I probably would never be able to live it down. A feeling of impending doom just seemed to engulf me at the mere thought.

Ugh, let me stop... Just thinking about it makes me anxious.

Finally looking down at the phone in my hand, I unlocked it to find that I had 3 missed calls - all from Olette - and 1 new voicemail.

Hmm... Strange. I hope nothing's wrong...?

Debating it to be good or bad wasn't really going to help so I just decided to ignore it. I could always check the voicemail later... but just to be safe...

Clicking on the icon for my messages, I started up a new one for her.

Hey, I see that you called me. What's up?

I looked up as I slipped the android into my back pocket, and saw that we had already passed the store.

Shit...

I really didn't want to be the one who cracked and talked first but I had no choice - I was really fucking hungry.

I sighed once again, sucked up my pride with a deep breath and called out to him, "Hey, Seifer."

It didn't seem as if he heard me the first time so I repeated myself, speaking a bit louder, "Seifer!"

The movement was so minute but when I saw his steps falter slightly as he continued forward, I knew then that fucking douche bag was actively ignoring me.

And that really fucking pissed me off.

"Hey! Don't you fucking ignore me, asshole!"

Said asshole just continued to walk like he had been but with a slight variation - it was smug. Even his fucking back looked smug.

"Did'ja fuckin' hear me?" I said starting to walk a bit faster to catch up with him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face me.

The look of pure annoyance was expected, it was the continued silence that wasn't.

At least I expected him to turn around, give me that dirty look and say something like "Fuck off, Lamer", Dipshit or any other name that caught his fancy.

Instead, the beanie headed blonde tried to roughly shrug off my hand, which I reinforced by grabbing hold of both of his biceps - which was really muscular and equally as distracting. Distracting enough to make my stomach tighten and clench with a slight warmness.

Then he flexed, it wasn't clear whether it was purposely or accidental, although it produced the same result. A moment of complete captivation of how strong Seifer was, and I wondered how I've never been seriously injured by him before.

I was hit with a flash off heat at that thought, just about making me too dizzy to stand.

Ugh... that's really not helping me right now.

The blonde just have me a dry look, which practically screamed all the things I wanted him to right now.

"What's your problem?" The next question voiced a bit softer but just as heated, "If this is some more shit about Kairi-"

He cut me off with a really annoyed look - pointed eyes mixed with a semi-sneer - which I thought was absolutely great, because I knew what would happen next.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about." Seifer said monotonously.

He cracked.

Inwardly smirking, I chose to play along, to turn these bountiful tides to my favor.

When I turned my attention back to him, he seemed to think something over for a minute and then repeated himself, but with much more anger and conviction. "You know what I'm fucking talking about."

"No the fuck I don't, Seifer." The way he was looking at me was actually starting to fucking piss me off - never a good decision. "And don't fucking talk to me like I'm your fucking dog, cause I will beat those fucking lips right off your damn face, real shit."

His face was fucking priceless; his eyes had widened then narrowed, and the angry sneer on his lips revealed a set of beautiful teeth that I wanted to run my tongue over as those sinful lips chose to devour my own. But in my small verbal victory, my mind slightly immersed in a fantasy, I had forgotten about one of our favorite pastimes: arguing.

"Beat me?" He questioned, sneer morphing into something akin to a smirk so arrogant, so sexy that I couldn't deny the jolt it sent straight to my penis.

He scoffed, continuing, "Please. It's impossible for a lamer like you to even fucking dream about beating me. So stop stalling and give me a straight fucking answer, Chickenwuss." His voice had now dropped just short of a full on growl, which not only threatened me with a physical beating but also threatened my sanity. Just from listening to the tone of his voice my breath now came a bit harsher through my nose, my thoughts slightly scattered - scattered as if I were distractedly reaching out to grab the fleeting thoughts at my side while my eyes focused wholeheartedly on Seifer - and I knew was well on my way of hardening to the point of no return. I didn't even want to imagine how my face looked to him; how flushed my cheeks were, how my eyes were hooded and dilated with desire.

I didn't want to think about it but I knew he saw it, the white-hot lust that was burning for him because his eyes widened slightly in what looked like understanding and that sinful half-smirk took on its full swagger. The feeling his expression gave me was completely unnecessary but twice as justified - the look in his eyes made me want to swoon, to fall helplessly into him as I clutched at his biceps for dear life, love, lust and sanity.

But I couldn't give in. I had to keep at least a shred of my manly pride and remain upright and out of the warm cocoon of his embrace.

I was so out of it that I had even forgotten the last thing the blonde sex god had said to me, although I knew it was an insult. And because I was so cultured, I knew the universal comeback to an insult was-

"Fuck you..." Those two words left my mouth as loud as a whisper, until I said then again with much more conviction, "Fuck you!"

Seifer looked amused, like there was something funny in getting me all riled up. Maybe if I was in a better state of mind I would have seen what was just so fucking amusing, but I wasn't and he was only fueling the fire.

"I don't see what's so fucking funny, Seifer. Would smirk after break your fucking face? Huh? Are you gonna laugh when I crush your fucking jugular?" My voice was starting to rise in volume, while Seifer continued to confidently smirk.

I was frustrated with this whole situation. Seifer was supposed to be getting angry right now, throwing more insults at me, becoming as pissed off and just as fucking frustrated as I am. God, it wasn't fair, not fair at all that Seifer gets to find me so amusing when I'm just so fucking angry and turned on because of him.

I was brought out of my inner turmoil by a sound. It was a rumbling that started deep in the blondes' chest and vibrated up his throat and out of those curved lips, the sound waves producing goosebumps across my skin and a concealed shiver down my spine. It was a chuckle. And it was oh-so sinfully arousing - like everything else about Seifer. The painfully hardened member in my skinny jeans started throbbing with a vengeance while I stared at his lips torturing myself as I wondered how they would feel around that part of me.

Then realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, dead in the center of my chest. Seifer was laughing at me because he found me amusing. Anger fueled by arousal flooded through me and I could hardly stop myself from screaming his in face.

"Fuck you Seifer! You sonuva brain dead bitch! I don't even know what I-"

I had all but forgotten about the biceps that rested snugly beneath my hands, so I was caught quite off guard when they suddenly flexed. My sentence was stunted, train of thought completely vanishing from me. I gasped, breath caught in my throat and I blinked repeatedly, a dizzy spell catching me and making me unsteady on my feet. Then warm rough fingers were suddenly gripping my hips with such a force that made my knees buckle - even if only for a just second.

Then he kissed me. He was just simply pressing his lips against mine but it was a sensation so full, so brazen and so utterly sensual washed over me, like a roaring waterfall rushing towards a cliff. My body began to arch backwards into his hands, my pelvis rubbing against his and I moaned in surprised pleasure.

Seifer was hard, really hard - like "the last boss fight in a video game" hard, but I wasn't sure why. All I've been doing was ranting and raving around like fucking donkey kong - and there's nothing even remotely sexy about that.

Embarrassed, knowing exactly how I must have looked, I pushed away from him, successfully disconnecting our lips and begrudgingly releasing him biceps as I took a few steps backwards. I decided that I was gonna head on home because as much as I wanted him right now I just knew this night wasn't gonna where I wanted it to. I could go over his house and apologize for the waiter thing tomorrow morning or something.

But I never even got the chance to turn around.

It was like witnessing a fucking flash step when I realized how suddenly I was against the side of some brick house, Seifer's mouth practically devouring mine. His tongue was long and skilled, coiling around mine sensually, loosening and tightening, sliding against the roof of my mouth, gums and teeth. He was nipping at my lips roughly, his hands anchored to my face bringing our lips closer as my arms slipped up his biceps and around those broad shoulders of his that I've always really had a thing for. My mouth widened automatically when he chose to dive back in, and I honest to god couldn't deny the moan it produced or the shiver that produced tingling up and down my body.

Typical of what was now our third kiss.

My phone went off in my back pocket and we both knew to ignore it; the moment wasn't gonna be ruined that quickly.

His mouth finally let go of mine and I took shuddering breaths as he continued his assault, but this time against my neck. It didn't take long for him to find one of my sweet spots and exploit the living fuck out of it. The actual noises that came out of my own mouth - all the high keeping moans and shuddering breaths - made me want to go run and hide.

I felt pressure at my zipper and slowly realized that it was a hand, taking its sweet time to work it open.

It was then that I remembered that we were in fact outside, on a street corner, pressed up against someone's' house.

"Seifer," I started, trying to voice my complaint, "S-seifer, w-... wait... Seifer w-wait..."

I guess he didn't hear me... not that I could really hear myself over my crazed heartbeat and the roaring sound of blood rushing in my ears, which only proved more difficult when my throat closed up.

At that moment I felt a hand palming against my taut and feverish organ - my briefs acting as a thin makeshift barrier - as his other hand drifted up my neck and delved into my hair, massaging my scalp. The hot hand on my briefs was squeezing my cock so intimately that it was almost as if I had lost sense of all direction, completely losing myself in the kneading sensation as it washed away every single ounce of common sense I had. My own panting was visible as the hot puffs evaporated into the cool night air, and I could hear even the smallest sounds that escaped my throat.

"These." He said, temporarily stopping the pursuit of his tongue against my neck to slide his hand up my clothed shaft to tug at the elastic at my waist. "They're in the way." And without further ado he tugged them down, the briefs pooling around my feet with my skinnys, leaving me half naked in the street.

A shiver ran up my spine as my sensitive member greeted the cool night air. There was a slightly awkward silence that passed between us and only the harsh sounds of our breath were heard, but it was soon forgotten.

When the muscular blondes' hand first touched my bare erection a feeling so white-hot and full of lust hit me in the chest hard, so hard that it took me a moment to find my voice - and find it I did, especially when the blonde started to jerk his hand with long, languid strokes.

"Oh... oh fucking-" I bit my lip as I shivered and pull him in by his neck for a kiss, feeling his smirk as I moaned.

I felt like a literal bitch in heat, my whole body immersed in this liquid heat that caused so many contradictions within me.

Seifer's hand strokes changed becoming light, teasing me even more as he pressed his thumb only slightly against the head, almost driving me crazy.

"Seifer," I panted, "Seifer... please..." My breathing was heavy, my words a bit shaken. Somewhere in my mind I knew that I probably shouldn't be begging, especially this early on, but I couldn't help it.

"Please what?" His rumbling voice sounding slightly strained... having no trouble hearing this plea.

The moment of his hand suddenly increased rapidly, only to die a second later and come to an almost complete stand still.

"Please..." I begged again.

"Please what?" He repeated.

"Just," I licked my suddenly dry lips and swallowed to wet my throat. "Just do... something..." Something besides be a fucking cocktease.

The feeling of his tongue ceased against my neck after one last deliberate swipe before he pulled back to stare me in the eye, increasing his stroking to a moderate speed and the intensity of the mood sevenfold.

This moment felt familiar - almost like deja vu as we stared into each other's eyes.

Then it was like I suddenly remembered what happened earlier.

"Tell me what you really want."

"For you to rip my clothes off, throw me against a wall and fuck me till I'm sore."

Then I realized how much of that statement was really true. Here I was, against some wall, partially naked... and all that was left was -

I focused back on Seifer and the look we shared told me that he just thought exactly the same thing.

I could practically hear the smirk that was completely too sexy for me to handle at that moment, a smirk that should have set me off, but the anger couldn't surface. All my energy had somehow slipped away and I was totally dependent on him as I stared into his hypnotizing eyes.

Which is why I could hardly believe my own self for saying, "Make me come."

My heart clenched in my chest at the sheer embarrassment - and arousal - my own words brought on and the blazing spark of desire that ignited in Seifer's eyes.

"Aren't you forgetting your manners, Chickenwuss?"

Oh god.

My face and neck was burning and my chest felt like it was about to explode. And the look on his face - the promise of pure sin in his smirk and the burning lust in his eyes, they striped me of all my defenses - I couldn't take it. I couldn't take the feeling of his eyes all but branding every inch of my skin, so I took up a sudden interest in the pattern - or lack thereof - on Seifer's vest.

I had forgotten about the hand in my hair massaging my scalp but soon remembered it, moaning when a fist full of my hair was pulled back and I was forced to face him, to look him in the eye. It was then that I realized that I truly had no way out of this - nor did want one.

Oh fuck me.

As if queued, Seifer's smirk widened at my statement, his eyebrow arched for good measure.

It was official. Seifer, my sexy blonde tormentor, had obviously heard me - if that smug shit eating grin was anything to go by.

The blonde opened his smug mouth to speak but I beat him to the punch, fumbling over my words while doing so, "T-that -" I said, taking a moment to clear my sub-saharan throat, "That was meant in a completely sarcastic way and not-" I cut my own self off.

Though it was true that those words were meant completely sarcastic in that context, but that statement, it wasn't completely true. I did want Seifer, I did want him to fuck me - after all, that was whole point of the pact, wasn't it?

"Oh." Seifer's deep voice snapping me from my musings, "So you're saying that you don't want me to make you come?"

I blinked once, twice, three times, my face heating at his words and my dry lips parting.

So he didn't hear me...? Was I wrong? Did I really just make myself look like a virgin, again? And some punk bitch to boot.

He leaned in to the nape of my neck and took a deep breath, slowly releasing it as his lips trailed up my neck and became leveled with my ear.

"You don't want me to fuck you, Lamer?"

Pleasure shot through me like a lightning strike at those words, the feeling even zinging to the tips of my fingers.

"Well?" His tone patient, "Tell me what you want."

I swallowed, or at least tried to; the saliva seemed very thick within my mouth all of a sudden making it hard to do important things at this moment like wetting my dry lips or speaking.

"I-" My throat muscles were working to swallow in vain, making me feel quite helpless. "I... shit..."

What the fuck was wrong with me? It was only Seifer, a man that I've seen just about every day of my life and I was acting like he's - well - god!

"Can't say it? Too hard?" Seifer's forgotten hand tightened around my erection at his second question and I found myself nodding almost frantically, even after the little revelation I had.

My reaction gave him a small self-satisfied smile, a smile that I found myself melting for.

"It's alright, Lamer. We'll just save that for later." My stomach did churning flip-flop at that, and I decided that it was the most justified reaction of the evening.

"Now, I would continue and get you off but-" His smirk coming back full force, "-you didn't say that magic word."

I blinked, looking at him for clues - not that I really was expecting to find any.

"Please...?" I questioned, furrowing my brows.

"Please what?"

I stared at the blonde blankly for a moment, "You're saying that like I know what you're talking about."

He sighed, shaking his head, "What do you have short term memory loss?"

"No asshole," was my defensive reply.

"Then I don't understand how you can forget something you said five fucking minutes ago."

I opened my mouth to give him a well overdue reply, when suddenly he had that shit eating grin on his face - that always meant trouble for me.

"Or am I just that good?"

The heat on my cheeks that was just starting to fade flared back up. I could hardly blame myself - he was pretty good. But knowing Seifer, reply or no reply, he'd still take it the same way - as a compliment. So as far as responses go, being silent would be the best choice right now.

Instead I focused on figuring out his previous sentence. What the hell did I say that was so important?

"Aren't you forgetting your manners, Chickenwuss?"

Oh shit...

Seifer was still talking about something that I wasn't listening to because I had a crisis. I could keep quiet and hope Seifer is uncharacteristically kind or I could just come out and say it in what would be the most self-respecting and least embarrassing way possible.

Sure I was kind of - really - lying to myself but it was doing its job.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Now was the moment of truth.

"Please," I started, cutting him off from whatever the hell he was saying, "Just... make me come."

I couldn't take the intensity of his eyes or the moment, and turned my face away, looking at the way my hands clutched his shirt, suddenly realizing my mistake in opening my eyes so soon. My actions didn't deter him in the slightest, as he took it upon himself to then whisper his next request into my ear - another proven weakness.

"Tell me how you want it, Lamer."

His words made me dangerously dizzy and it took me a moment to come up with an appropriate response - which actually wasn't much of one at all.

"I... I don't know..."

I honestly didn't know, not when his hand was moving against my rigid flesh so deliciously.

"Well neither do I... not unless you tell me." Was his sensually murmured response, "Tell me how, Lamer"

A bit of my personality was still a bit conscious when I answered for him to, "Stop being a dick..." Not a very strong statement when you're panting.

"Then tell me the truth."

Truth? I really just wanted him to shut the fuck up, stop playing games and just do it. That and he was asking me too many fucking questions.

His thumb started to rub against my overly sensitive head and I caved in a bit more.

"Just - just shut up and fucking do it..."

His occupied hand turned my face to look him in the eyes once again.

"Do what, Chickenwuss?"

I opened my mouth but the words faltered.

My blonde tormentor tightened his fingers around my member so that I almost cried out.

My mind was running on wordless sentences, and snatched the statement that I had rather kept to myself.

"Just fucking - just suck me off!" That sentence was shouted a little louder than necessary.

He smirked once again, licking his lips before closing in for another kiss, "Ask and you shall receive."

But I didn't need fucking scripture right now; I needed him to get me off.

And then he went down on me.

Oh. My fucking. God.

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, trying in so much vain to mask the pleasurable sounds.

His mouth was like a fucking black hole, as he took me to the hilt almost torturously slow. That skilled tongue slid up, following the path of my foreskin - once, twice, three times - and I knew I wasn't going to last long. Seifer paused for a moment after that, taking time to slide my cock to the ends of his throat and then paused again when his nose hit my pubic hairs.

He swallowed.

White flashed before my eyes and my hips jerked forward, which I instantly regretted.

His gag reflex kicked in - as it should - and Seifer pulled off quickly trying to catch his breath.

"Don't..." He coughed, "-do that..."

I nodded and murmured an apology, "...Sorry..."

For obvious safety measures, Seifer placed one hand against my hip, securing it to the wall, the other hand venturing a little more south to fondle my sack as his lips resumed its own play.

His mouth once again worked its magic, providing strong suction as his head bobbed up and down, not taking nearly as much as last time - not that I blame him. He licked my underside once again and I felt my thighs start to shake. I felt that queer, familiar sensation coil in my stomach and I knew I was close. Seifer knew it too, I could tell.

He bobbed up and down my length a few more times, sucking on the tip before pulling off completely and stroking the length. Then he spoke, his voice masked with arousal, "Pull up your shirt."

I obeyed immediately, though it probably didn't see that way because my limbs felt very sluggish and my mind equally as dazed. My fingers clutched to the rim of my shirt, fingering the stitching slightly before dragging the cloth upwards, exposing skin along my waist and my bellybutton.

Seifer licked himself a path towards my bellybutton after placing random kisses along my waistline, and upon reaching it he dipped his sinful tongue in which gave me something that could only be described as a weird feeling - a strange sort of pulsation inside of me that oddly didn't have an exact location and was painful hard to ignore.

"Pull up your shirt."

"What?" I blinked at the words; it felt as if they were spoken almost too fast to hear.

"Pull your shirt up higher-" He paused seeming to think on something for just a moment, quickly adding, "-High enough that I can see your nipples."

I obeyed, moaning softly at the feeling of cloth passing over my overly sensitive nubs - then I suddenly knew what he wanted me to do. I allowed my left hand to release the shirt while my right gathered the slack into a tighter fist. Now with a free hand - and more importantly, free fingers - slid down and into contact with one sensitive nub, deciding to circle around the areola with light feathery touches.

I felt an invisible tug as our eyes met, and I was almost brought over the edge by the complete and total feral gleam adopted there.

He jerked his hand faster and harder, eyes still locked with mine, and groaned, "God you're so sexy." That sentence alone made my bones feel as if they would melt, then ooze slowly from under my toenails - not to mention the wonders his hand was working.

"Seifer..." I whimpered, not knowing what else to say.

That seemed to be enough for him - and me - when his hand squeezed both of my orbs together, pinching at the sacks sensitive flesh as he placed his lips on my erection to suck the tip one last time.

It was almost pain in the pleasure that rained on - and out - of me as I came. My arms became limp somewhere in the midst of that and I heard my own completion clearly.

My hardness was subsiding and I slid from between those lips. And at that point Seifer was never more beautiful... but I think that was part of my high talking.

The belly shirted sex god stood, not saying a word as he went in immediately for a kiss and I had a taste of some of my own bitter, life essence.

I was redressed quickly; shirt and undergarments were pulled back in place as were my pants. We leaned against each other for a while in blissful silence.

Seifer's lips were resting against my neck when I felt him smile, then laugh a bit before adding, "I guess that takes care of guess-a-measuring your size."

I smiled at that too.

"I guess it does."

Silence once again.

"What did you actually want anyway?" He asked, then quickly adding, "You know... when you grabbed me, I mean."

My brows furrowed.

Hmm... What w-?

And then the problem made itself known again when my stomach growled.

"I wanted to get some food... at the store across the street..."

Seifer blushed, as if once again noticing where we were.

"Oh... And how long is that gonna take...?" I could see that gleam was still in his eye, and it suddenly occurred to me that Seifer did cum at all.

I opened my mouth to speak, but it seemed my sudden bout of shyness - in layman's terms it's also known as me acting like a dumbass - so no ineligible sound came out.

The both terms selfish-ass and motherfucker came to mind, which of course was what I thought of myself at the moment.

"Just... just a few minutes..." I said dazed, confused, lost and distracted by myself examining thoughts and his eyes.

Which is really corny if you stop to think about it. Corny, sappy and true.

"Then let's make this quick."

It didn't even take an idiot much to see those implications.

Being now slightly devirginized, I blushed with the last ounces of pureness I had left - and probably ever will, as he guided me to the store - not that I really needed help - hand on the small of my back.

The weakness in my knees and the slight fluttering of my heart only serving as another constant reminder of what just occurred; Seifer blowing me off.

... I am so getting laid tonight.

A/N: So... there's really no correct way for me to say how sorry I actual am for making you wait so long only to give you a crappy chapter... I'm drawing fucking blanks about what's wrong with this... I mean, I know I changed writing styles again... Ughh... Well here you go... Please I beg of you to review and tell me what's wrong with this *flailing hands* crap. I think I fixed it a bit... But I'm still not confident about it some parts although khkrazy says it sounds fine... Well, reviews as well as flames are always accepted.