by NightsDawne
[It's Irvine's weekend, so of course he's going to drag his boyfriends to the Harvest Fair. Cupid's Trio continue to develop their relationship. Irvine runs into a little surprise.]
Chapter 2: Cupid's Trio
"NORG?!" Irvine gaped. It was worse than the hot dogs.
"I kid you not." Seifer shrugged.
Squall pushed his hamburger and fries away, barely touched. "Why do you have to do that when I'm trying to eat?"
Seifer eyed Squall's lunch. "You gonna finish that?" Getting a sigh from his boyfriend he pulled the paper plate over next to his.
"Zell and.. NORG.. ewwwwwwww!" Irvine nearly fell off his chair, cracking up.
Squall eyed them both dubiously as he sipped on his coke. "There has to be something else to talk about."
"You're the one who said we couldn't talk about your ass anymore."
Squall flicked coke from his straw at Seifer. "How about something that doesn't involve sex at all?"
"Okay, babe, why don't you pick the topic of conversation?" Seifer leaned on his elbow, chomping down a fry and looking at Squall expectantly. Irvine leaned forward as well, smiling at his quiet sweetheart. Squall looked from one to the other and curled back against his seat, sticking the straw in his mouth. "That's what I thought." Seifer smirked. "So, now, about that cute little ass of yours."
"Aw, c'mon, Seif, don't tease him so bad." Irvine wrapped an arm around Squall, pulling him against him for a comforting hug. "We're supposed to be having fun. It's a fair."
Seifer laughed, reaching over to mess up Squall's hair even worse than it already was. "But he's so easy to piss off and he's so sexy when he's mad."
Squall grabbed Seifer's wrist, twisting it and pinning it to the table. "There, turned on enough?"
Irvine gently pulled Squall's hand off of Seifer's arm. "Hey, now, darlin', remember what we agreed about gettin' physical."
Seifer smirked, rubbing his wrist. "That's a new move. Nice one, babe." Squall sighed and looked away. Irvine tilted his head forward, looking at Seifer with one brow raised. "What? He's the one who grabbed me." Seifer tried to glare, but Irvine's continued look wore him down quickly. He moved his chair closer to Squall's and put his arm around the commander, turning his face toward him with his other hand. "C'mon, babe, look at me."
Squall raised his stormy grey-blue eyes to Seifer's piercing blue ones. "What?"
Seifer closed his eyes, kissing Squall tenderly as he smoothed his hair back with his fingers. Squall slowly melted from stiffness to pressing against Seifer's chest, sliding his hand around the tall blond's neck. Their apologies were never spoken, but making up was always when Seifer became his most irresistable. Irvine grinned as Squall laid his head on Seifer's shoulder. "Okay, you two, let's hit them rides!"
"I want to stay here," murmured Squall. Seifer gave him a little nudge, making him open his eyes to glimpse Irvine already striding away, hat tipped back on his head as he made his way towards the ferris wheel. Squall sighed. "Can't he stay in one place for five minutes?"
Seifer chuckled, removing his support of the commander as he got to his feet. "You know him. A gunslinger's got a wanderin' soul, got ta obey the call of the rustlin' winds."
Squall broke into a smile at Seifer's expert rendition of Irvine's Galbadian drawl and tendancy to sound like he was quoting a romantic western, letting the tall blond pull him up to his feet. "Do me a favor. Don't buy a cowboy hat."
"Now I was thinkin' that was just what I needed ta compete for your affections, you handsome devil."
"No. Come on, let's catch up to him before he runs into another ex-girlfriend." Squall wrapped his hand around Seifer's as he headed in the direction Irvine had vanished. The cold feel of the silver ring on Seifer's finger, identical to the ones that he and Irvine wore, gave him a delicious feeling of contentment. It wasn't that hard to spot their boyfriend, four inches added to his six foot frame by the black stetson. Seifer stopped, pulling Squall to a stop.
"No fucking way. Tell me he's not doing what I think he's doing."
Squall leaned over a bit to see around the crowd. Irvine was in full animation, boyish grin on his face as he purchased three chocobo shaped balloons from a vendor, then turned, beaming as he saw his lovers and heading back to them with his purchase. Squall shook his head and dropped his face against Seifer's sleeve.
"Hey, lookie what I got."
"I'm not carrying a balloon, Irvine." Seifer pulled away the hand that Irvine was trying to tie the red helium-filled bird to.
"Aw, c'mon, gorgeous, they're cute!" Irvine set his lower lip in a pout and batted his long-lashed eyes futily at Seifer.
"No!" Seifer stiffened, trying to resist as Irvine pressed up against him and nibbled his ear. "Goddamn it! You know what that does to me!"
"Yup." Irvine victoriously chained Seifer to the ridiculous object. Squall struggled to keep from laughing at the look of humiliated anger on Seifer's manly features as the balloon bobbed up against his head.
"Shut up, Squall."
Squall bent over double, snickers escaping him. He broke up, unable to resist as Irvine tied a blue balloon to his wrist. Seifer grabbed Irvine's hat and smacked Squall's head with it. "I said shut up! You've got one, too."
Squall looked to his balloon, quickly getting a grip on his outburst. ".... Maybe they'll pop."
Irvine stepped between them, putting an arm around each, his purple chocobo balloon's string getting tangled with Seifer's. "Hey, it's a fair. This way we won't get lost."
"We aren't getting lost. You're the one who keeps bouncing off like a kid on a sugar high." Seifer blew his balloon out of his face. "I feel like a fucking idiot."
Irvine nibbled his ear again. "You look adorible."
"You owe me some seriously wild sex when we get back to the hotel room, cowboy." Seifer turned to pull Irvine against him in a passionate kiss.
"You'd get that from him with or without a balloon, Seifer. I'm still tired from you two keeping me up all night."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Seifer reached around Irvine to drop the cowboy hat on Squall's head. "You weren't complaining then." Squall frowned as the hat slid over his eyes.
"C'mon, darlin's, they got a tilt-a-whirl!" Irvine started forward again, dragging his boyfriends with him.
"Babe, we just ate." Seifer stopped up short, eyeing a baseball toss booth. "Let's drop a few gil on some games first."
Squall pushed the hat back so he could see. "Sounds like the plan to me." He dug out his wallet to give the other two spending money, looking up at Irvine's wistful look to the rides. "Cheer up, Irvine. There's a shooting gallery."
Irvine spun. "Where?! Gimme, darlin'!" He wriggled his fingers for cash, which Squall dutifully supplied, then strolled up to the counter, laying down a bill and picking up a rifle. He quickly fell into his element, long legs set apart as he flipped the air rifle over his hand and brought it up firing, the lcd scoreboard above his head racking up points. "Let it ride," he told the operator when his shots ran out, tapping his finger on the five gil note. A small crowd started to gather behind him as he gave the rifle a spin and pulled it to his shoulder, dropping the high-point targets in the back row for another perfect score. The operator laid out a second long loop of tickets and tipped his head to Irvine, who gave a slight nod, tossing the rifle into the air and catching it behind his back, the targets falling unfailingly. The crowd sent up a cheer and Irvine turned to give his adoring fans a wave and a grin. "Set me up again," he said, turning to face the gallery once more.
Squall furrowed his brow as Seifer's baseball knocked over his tower of pins again. "Are you missing on purpose?"
"No, I'm helping you out, babe. You can't throw worth shit."
"I can too. My shoulder's sore from last night." Squall pulled Irvine's hat down a bit on his head, glowering. "I don't need your help to get tickets."
"The hell you don't. Throw like a girl."
"Just throw at your own damn pins, Seifer!"
"I already knocked mine down with the first ball."
Squall clenched his teeth and sidearmed a pitch at the pins as they were set up again, sending five of them sailing and one standing defiantly. Seifer smirked, stepping behind him and grabbing his arm. "Want some help?"
Squall jerked his arm away from him. "No. I would have gotten them all if you weren't distracting me."
"I'll show you distraction." Seifer wrapped his hands around Squall's hips, griding against him from behind.
"Stop it!" Squall pulled away quickly. "At least wait until we're at the hotel."
"So you admit you liked--" Seifer looked to the side, interrupted by the growing chant of the crowd around the shooting gallery as they counted by tens, breaking into a wild cheer as the fair record was broken. "Irvine."
Squall tilted his head. "You expect any less from him?" He grinned as the gunslinger strode out of the crowd, trailing several hundred tickets behind him. "Looks like someone had some luck."
"Better than you had, anyway." Seifer grabbed his and Squall's tickets and walked over to congratulate his long-haired lover, Squall following.
"How'd you boys do?" Irvine winked and waved, tickets fluttering from his hand. "Ready ta go claim some prizes and hit that tilt-a-whirl?"
"What is it with you and that tilt-a-whirl? Do you actually like puking?" Squall set Irvine's hat back on his head and straightened it.
"Don't listen to him, babe. He's just afraid of a little movement."
"I am not."
"Relax, Squall, you can go on the kiddie coaster."
"I'll ride any ride you can and laugh my ass off when I watch you hurl, Seifer."
"Is that a bet?"
"Do you want to make it one?"
"What's the stakes?"
"Irvine?"
Seifer raised a brow for a moment, then realized what Squall meant as he ran to catch up with the cowboy, who was already at the prize booth, turning his tickets over for a six foot stuffed wendago, the giant green ape set in a basketball pose. Seifer screwed up his face as he strode over. "That is the ugliest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life."
Irvine hugged the wendago. "Don't say that about our baby, gorgeous."
Squall shook his head. "I hate to say it, Irvine, but I have to agree with Seifer."
"There, see, Irvine? You've driven him to agree with me. That thing is ass ugly."
Irvine laughed, manipulating the stuffed toy so that it gave Squall a hug. "Don't worry, I'll keep it in my room."
"In the closet, I hope." Seifer pushed it away from Squall, draping his arm over the brunette's shoulders instead. "That fucking thing'll give me nightmares."
"I'm gonna name him Squeifer." Irvine slung the stuffed toy over his shoulders and headed for the rides again. "C'mon, darlin's, no more gettin' out of that tilt-a-whirl ride."
Seifer followed with Squall. "Obviously gets his looks from Squall's side of the family."
"Don't lay the blame on me, I don't have fur."
"And I do?"
"Did you shave this morning?"
"If you two don't stop arguin' I'm gonna make ya sit with Squeifer." Irvine looked over his shoulder at them with a grin as they fell silent. They'd almost reached the line for the ride when a female voice called out, stopping Irvine in his tracks as he handed the wendago over to Seifer. A beautiful redhead walked up to the cowboy, pushing a stroller with a toddler in it.
"Irvine Kinneas. Imagine seeing you again. I tried calling you at Balamb Garden but you never returned my calls."
"Heya April. Never got no messages or I woulda called ya. Oh, wantcha ta meet Seifer and Squall. Guys, this is April, Martine's niece. We knew each other back at Galbadia Garden."
Squall held his hand out as Seifer struggled to get the wendago out of his face. "Nice to meet you, April."
April took the hand, smiling as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Likewise. And I want you to meet someone. This is Veddy. Veddy, say hello to your daddy."
Squall looked at Irvine, who had a blank expression of utter shock on his face. Seifer dropped the wendago. "Daddy?" they said together.
Irvine looked at his boyfriends, whistling through his teeth. "Ut oh."
