Okay, this is my first ever fiction. I would like to mention my extreme inexperience with tags; therefore I may not do a very good job. Anyway, here's my first ever shounen-ai fanfiction.

In this one, Squall and Seifer are already a couple, and they're off on a road trip!

Road Trip

Squall picked up the keys, nodding to Seifer to follow him, "Ready?"

"I'll say so." Seifer replied with a lecherous grin. Squall rolled his eyes.

"Your mind is always in the gutter, you pervert."

"I'm insulted."

"It was a becoming statement. Anyway, who's gonna drive?"

Seifer grabbed the keys off Squall, "Me! I'll drive!"

"Immature bastard." Squall smiled affectionately, feeling a rush of great warmth for the excited blonde.

"You wouldn't have me any other way," Seifer turned round to kiss his lover. Squall half closed his eyes during the kiss then laughed as Seifer pulled away.

"Alright, lets get going!" Squall pushed Seifer out of the door and locked it. Seifer slid into the worn leather driver's seat.

Squall followed him to the sports car a few seconds later, doing up his seatbelt. Seifer leaned over to kiss him again, ignoring the amusement of some other SeeDs.

"Gorgeous," He muttered against Squall's lips before he broke away. He smiled slightly as he started the engine, and put his foot on the pedal. They sped away from Garden at the top speed of the stylish but aged sports car.

"Slow down!" Squall yelled, clinging to the dash. Seifer merely grinned and increased the speed, enjoying the feel of the airstreams in his short flaxen hair.

"Spoiled brat." He heard Squall say softly, and he put a hand on Squall's arm. He enjoyed the sensation of Squall clinging to his arm. He really was fearful of the exceptionally high rapidity, he realized. Sighing, he eased his pressure on the acceleration.

"Better now, love?" He asked, all teasing gone from the relationship. He wondered for a brief moment why he was with Squall, and realized it was because he was devoted to him. Addicted to him, too, obsessed.

Squall smiled appreciatively at the contrite blond. "Just because I don't like it 180 mph doesn't mean you have to go at 10 mph, you silly." He pointed at the speedometer.

"Good point," Seifer answered, before leaning in for a passionate kiss. Then he pulled his attention back to the road, taking Squall's calloused hand in his own.

Squall squeezed lightly to show Seifer his continuing adoration. Theirs was a strange relationship, at one minute teasing, the next romantic and fervent. They wouldn't have liked it any other way.

Seifer kept his eyes on the road for a while, then asked, "Bring any decent CDs?"

"What do you feel like listening to?"

"Your preference."

Squall looked at a few CDs before smiling and dropping one into the player. "Robbie Williams then."

"Perfect." Seifer told him as Robbie's voice poured through the speakers in one of Seifer's favorite songs, Angels. He believed Squall was an angel, in actual fact. He thought his lover was too ethereal to be human.

Squall smiled as Seifer's face relaxed, and the speed (which had been 120mph after Seifer quickened up again) slackened to a more sedate 80.

That peace was short lived though, as the CD skipped to "Let Me Entertain You". Seifer was singing along softly as the pace again quickened to 110mph. Squall settled back against his seat, grabbing a cold coke as he did so. It was going to be a long drive.