Prequel to Star Light
+ By Julie
+ rated NC-17 for explicit sexual scenes
+ yaoi content. Male/male having sex, getting each other off
+ Parings: Squall/Seifer
+ Disclaimer: I do own Zell but its just a cute toy chicken. Otherwise, I don't own any of the characters or anything else... *le sigh*
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+ Chapter 5: Public Affection +~***~
Squall sat in the classroom of his school, looking bored at the teacher as she lectured on about Esthar's history. In the middle of her sentence a soft beeping began to sound, Squall taking a few moments to realize it was his cell-phone.
Reaching down to his bag next to the desk, Squall flipped it open, pulling his phone out.
The teacher continued to lecture, attempting to ignore the phone's soft noise. But she was soon forgotten by the entire class as the students turned to watch Squall himself actually answer the phone and speak.
"Hello?" Squall said softly, oblivious to the people around.
"Squall?" the newly familiar voice of Seifer said. Seifer and Squall had spent every day after school together the entire week. Though Squall's social skills hadn't improved much during those days, he had managed to participate in the things he did with Seifer. And Squall had attempted to participate in conversation.
Though nothing too ground-breaking was discovered between the two, Squall learned a little more about Blood Kiss - Seifer's main passion in life. The band was quite important to Seifer, everything else seemingly to be afterthoughts - including school.
Seifer went to school, but he wasn't much of a student. D average, but he never tried. Squall thought Seifer was smart, despite the letter-grades. Squall, himself, wasn't an A student. His lack of interest in school, and his inability to give a fuck about homework helped to drop his grades. Squall was a C student.
Squall mentioned his father to Seifer a few times, having to bring up the subject since he lived in the Palace. Obviously that fact was in need of answers. So Squall told Seifer that his father was President of Esthar. It was a shock for Seifer, but that didn't last long. Squall wasn't a normal guy, but he didn't act special.
Actually, Squall acted as though he wished he'd just blend into the shadows at times. Except, Seifer didn't believe Squall wanted to vanish. It was just Squall had that disposition. Squall was simply there, and no one really had to take notice.
Squall didn't reply to Seifer's words, letting the blonde continue. It was the first time Seifer had called during school. Normally they made plans the night before, and that's what they stuck to.
"You're not in class are you?" Seifer asked.
Squall looking up to the teacher, noticing she was staring at him. But he didn't give a fuck. "Yes."
Seifer laughed. "Well, as much as I know you're enjoying the lecture... I wanted to know if you'd be okay with going to a football game tonight. Thoran convinced me since Hazen wants to talk to this cheerleader chick. So, wanna do that instead of the club?"
"Alright," Squall answered softly.
"Mr. Leonhart," the teacher said, frowning at Squall.
Squall ignored her.
"I'll pick you up like normal, but we'll head back over to my school, okay?" Seifer said, not needing an answer.
And Squall didn't reply, except he did nod his head slightly once.
"See you later, sweetheart," Seifer purred.
"Yes," Squall spoke softly, his normal smooth voice sounding almost loud in the silence of the room.
"Bye," Seifer said, then the phone clicked off.
"Mr. Leon-" the teacher started again, but Squall moved the phone from his ear and turned it off. "Mind sharing with the rest of the class your important phone call."
Squall ignored her, moving his phone back into his bag. He sat up then repositioned himself into the normal pose for zoning out as the teacher lectured.
"Well, who was it?" the teacher insisted, trying to get some response from the student. She was supposed to have control, and Squall wasn't cooperating.
"Hey, was it that one guy that's been picking you up every day after school?" one of the girls in the room dared to actually speak when the teacher was in her "discipline" mode. "Isn't he in that band Blood Kiss?"
Squall turned to her, wondering briefly why the girl would know anything about his private life. Then he noticed the looks on the other student's faces around her.
Apparently his private life wasn't so private. Hyne, the entire school probably knew he was hanging out with Seifer.
"Squall Leonhart!" the teacher said loudly, making the rest of the class jump.
Squall simply turned back to the teacher, looking at her with his ever-uninterested, almost glazed over gaze.
"Would you like to go to the principal's office?" she asked.
"Why would he?!" one of the male students blurted out. "Who wants to go there?"
The teacher turned to frown at the boy. "What was that, Jeremy?"
The boy looked at the teacher, eyes slightly wide for a moment before he looked down to his desk.
Giving up on the apparently useless confrontation with Squall, the teacher turned back to continue her lecture.
Squall immediately felt his mind go blank, eyes completely glazing over.
Ellone walked with her friends down the hallway, the last bell of the day had just rung. School was over.
"So like, Henry was saying that-" Krystal started, but Ellone hushed her.
"There's Squall," Ellone mumbled, seeing her brother walking alone towards the doors to the school.
Ellone frowned, looking around to the faces of the students. There had been quite a few rumors going around right now. About her brother. And the guy Squall was hanging out with.
Ellone had figured out that Squall was hanging around with Seifer Almasy, the blonde in Blood Kiss. The gay blonde in Blood Kiss.
Though Ellone was unsure, she couldn't deny that Squall was never interested in girls. But he'd never looked at guys either. So Ellone wasn't sure if her brother was gay.
She hoped he wasn't. The last thing Squall needed to do was go find something else that would push him out of society. He already didn't speak. He didn't have friends. Correction, he had one friend. Squall didn't even realize it when people were speaking to him. And Ellone could tell her father was getting less and less comfortable around Squall.
Squall didn't even get along with his family. He was alone. He'd never survive moving out of the Palace. Which lead Ellone to the next thought of whether or not Squall would ever move out.
It wasn't like he'd ever have to leave. Ellone had first rights to ruling Esthar after her father died, or retired. Then it was Squall's job, if Ellone turned it down. She couldn't imagine if Squall ever becoming President of Esthar. But one way or another, Squall would forever be able to stay locked away in his bedroom.
"You think he's going to see his bo-" Krystal started, then decided on a different choice of words. "His friend?"
Ellone shot a hard glance at her friend before turned to walk quickly after Squall. She'd be damned if Squall was going to go fuck up his life!
"Squall!" Ellone called to Squall.
Squall turned around to look at her. If it had been anyone else at school calling him, Squall would have continued his motions downstairs, towards the parking lot. But if Squall ignored Ellone, when he got home later in the evening she'd bitch him out. He preferred to go to his room then be bitched at by his sister.
"Where are you going?" Ellone asked, frowning at Squall.
Squall started blankly at his sister. Perhaps she'd bitch at him any way tonight.
Ellone sighed, letting her frown go away. She looked at her two friends saying "Give me a minute, guys."
Krystal and Heather nodded, turning to find a place to stand father away.
"Squall," Ellone began again, looking at her brother's mask of indifference. She stepped closer to him, whispering "You're hang with Seifer Almasy, right?"
Squall just stared at her. No thoughts, no reply. Just his frozen stance.
"You realize he's gay," Ellone asked, using the same whispered tone.
Squall blinked. Was his sister about to attempt a discussion on sexuality with him?
"You might not realize, but he's probably interested in more then talking to you," Ellone said, raising her eyebrows. "Otherwise, why would he bother? Believe me, Squall, you're not the most conversationally apt person."
Squall started at his sister, his doll-expression continuing.
"You need to stop hanging out with Seifer," Ellone continued. "You know what the school is saying about you?"
Squall waited. He'd just realized that he didn't apparently have a personal life. So what exactly did the school know?
"Everyone thinks you're gay and Seifer is your boyfriend," Ellone stated plainly, not looking pleased. "And please tell me that isn't true! You know what would happen if dad found out?!"
Dad? Laguna? Hadn't Squall kissed his father before? The President probably had a slight idea to Squall's sexuality.
"Ellie?" Heather said, walking back towards her friend.
Ellone glanced to the girl.
"How long are you going to talk at Squall?" Heather asked. "He isn't going to reply. You know he's like talking to a wall. He probably doesn't even hear you."
"Doesn't matter," Krystal said, approaching as well. "Squall's a fag. It's kinda gross, but less girls will hit on him."
Ellone frowned at Krystal and the insult to her brother before quickly turning back to Squall. Girls hit on her brother all the time. And he didn't care what people thought of him. Hyne above! He better not be pretending to be gay so people would leave him alone.
Before Ellone could say anything more to her brother, a truck pulled into the parking lot, loud music blaring.
Squall turned to look at what had to be Seifer's truck, cocking his head to the side. Seifer was early. A good 20 minutes early.
Seifer pulled up to the curb, turning off his car and sliding out. Ignoring the snob rich-kids staring at him, he walked around the truck. Looking up the steps in front of the school, he saw Squall standing with a group of girls. He shrugged up at Squall, silently asking what Squall was just standing there for.
Seifer then leaned back against his truck, still looking up at Squall as he got a cigarette out.
Squall stood for a few brief seconds, then wondered himself why he was just standing there with the girls.
"Squall?" Ellone said almost sadly as her younger brother started to walk down the stairs, towards Seifer.
After Squall reached the bottom of the stairs, the girls still standing at the top, Seifer pushed off the truck.
"I'm early?" Seifer spoke for Squall. He'd been starting to get use to carrying on the conversation without much feedback from Squall.
Squall nodded, watching Seifer open the passenger-door for him.
"Ditched my last class," Seifer said, waiting for Squall to get into the truck. "Figured it didn't matter."
Squall slid into the truck, looking at Seifer as the blonde shut the door. He then watched the blonde walk around the front-end then jump in, cigarette in his mouth.
Squall leaned over and took the cigarette from Seifer, moving to take a drag from it himself.
Seifer smiled from Squall's actions as he started the truck, which blared music loudly seconds after the engine roared on.
"Who're the chicks?" Seifer asked, not pulling the truck from its parked position.
Squall looked at Seifer, blowing smoke from his mouth. He's started getting use to smoking this week, taking Seifer's cigarettes from the large blonde. He still coughed from the toxin.
Squall didn't bother explaining just keeping his eyes locked on Seifer.
Reaching over to touch Squall's cheek, Seifer smirked. "If I kiss you, will they freak out?"
Again, Squall simply shrugged.
Seifer leaned over to Squall's side, moving to kiss the edge of Squall's mouth.
Squall simply sat there, letting Seifer kiss him, knowing his sister was staring dead at him but not really thinking or caring about it.
Seifer moved his lips from Squall's, brushing his hand gently over Squall's cheek. "Cute baby," he purred.
Squall cocked his head to the side, blinking at Seifer.
Seifer smirked then sat up and turned to pull his truck out into the driving-lane to leave the parking lot.
"So this is what's kept you from practice all week?" Victor asked, frowning at Squall.
Seifer shook his head, ignoring Victor's comments. Seifer had just let go of Squall's hand after leading his new brunette toy from the parking lot of his school in Old-Town Esthar. They now stood in the grassy-area adjacent to the football field.
Squall stared blankly at Victor, the singer trying to look intimidating. Victor would have succeeded with any normal person. But Squall didn't really care what Victor thought of him. It just didn't matter.
"Well, I think you're cute," Thoran said, smiling at Squall. He looked over to Victor, faking a smug expression.
Seifer smiled at his friend. "Told you he was hotter up close."
Thoran laughed quietly.
"Embarrassed?" Hazen asked Squall.
Squall turned his attention from Victor's face to look at Hazen. Victor had given up the staring contest a few seconds earlier, but Squall had continued to stare at him. Squall didn't care about it, but Victor seemed to already hate him. Which was weird, because Squall didn't even know the singer.
Squall looked to Hazen, blinking.
Seifer smirked. "I told you guys, he's very articulate. Just don't poke him, okay?"
Thoran and Hazen laughed, Victor simply standing there trying not to groan.
Squall turned his attention back to Victor, not being able to help himself from staring at the guy. And it wasn't Victor's good looks that held Squall's attention, Seifer was far hotter then Victor. It was Victor's reaction to him. Normally it took people at least 15 seconds of attempted conversation before they'd hate Squall.
"What?" Seifer asked Squall, noting Squall's gaze was locked on Victor.
Squall looked up to Seifer's face, meeting with the sexy sky-blue eyes of the large blonde's. He blinked at Seifer, silently asking why Victor didn't like him. Normally Squall's thoughts went unheard, but Seifer picked up on the question.
"He's just pissed I broke up with my last boyfriend so I could date you," Seifer explained.
Squall turned to look back to Victor.
Victor frowned at Squall then looked at Seifer. "Okay, can you get him to stop that?"
Seifer smirked, shrugging. "He wants to look at you."
"He thinks you're cute!" Thoran said, grinning at Victor.
"Fuck you," Victor said, attempting to look disgusted though his cheeks reddened.
"Hey guys," Gregory said, walking up to stand next to Squall. He looked down to the brunette Ice Prince, frowning. "Who's this?"
"This is mine," Seifer said, moving to take Squall's wrist.
Gregory looked to Seifer then nodded. "Oh, your new boyfriend."
"How long are ya gonna keep this one?" Hazen asked, smirking.
"Until someone cuter comes along," Victor mumbled, then he noticed Squall was still staring at him. He blushed a deeper red then before.
"Isn't possible," Seifer said, smiling down to Squall. He then noticed Squall was still staring at Victor. "Fuck, Squall. You gonna stare at him all night?"
Squall looked up to Seifer, then nodded.
Seifer couldn't help the smile. "No, that's... not the right answer," Seifer explained, laughing softly.
Squall shifted his stance, his grey-blue eyes clouding with confusion. "Um?"
Seifer closed his eyes, trying to keep from laughing.
"He's checking out guys right in front of you," Thoran said. "Damn! He's more of a whore then you, Sei!"
Victor tried to remove himself from the conversation by stepping backwards, but Hazen brought him back into the circle.
"Victor, you're a li'le red there, babe," Hazen said.
"Shut up!" Victor snapped.
"I don't think he's pissed about you leaving Bret for Squall," Thoran said to Seifer. "I think he's pissed that you didn't leave Bret for him."
"Fuck you!" Victor snapped again.
"Let's not torment each other?" Gregory asked, attempting (poorly) to hold back a smile.
Thoran and Hazen exchanged glances, smirking.
Seifer shook his head then looked to Squall, who'd - surprisingly enough - turned his gaze not to Victor, but down to look at his hand clasped in Seifer's.
"What, sweetheart?" Seifer whispered.
"I don't think Victor's cute," Squall said in his normal soft-tone after he'd looked up to meet Seifer's gaze.
Hazen and Thoran burst into laughter. Gregory smiled, shaking his head.
"Fucking hell," Victor mumbled, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead.
"Rejected!" Hazen said loudly, pointing to Victor.
Seifer smiled softly down to Squall, ignoring the others. "Figured out why you're not supposed to stare at him?" he asked Squall quietly.
Squall nodded, eyes not leaving Seifer's gaze.
Seifer's soft smile widened. "Good boy," he said, then caressed his free hand on Squall's cheek.
"Squall!" Hazen said in his loud voice.
Squall turned from looking at Seifer to Hazen, but only after Seifer broke eye contact with him.
"You're fuckin' oblivious!" Hazen said to him.
Squall made no outward movements, nor registered anything inside his mind. It was getting tiresome to follow the conversation, and Squall wasn't about to attempt to speak unless it was for Seifer.
"He's so weird," Thoran said, directing that statement to Seifer.
Seifer nodded. "Why do you think I like him so much?"
Thoran turned his gaze from Squall to look at Seifer with a smirk. "As long as he entertains you."
Squall felt Seifer squeeze his hand. Squall looked down to their clasped hands again, then up to Seifer's face - though Seifer was looking to his friends.
They had moved into another conversation, but Squall wasn't paying attention. He's learned to faze-out people's voices in his younger years, so it wasn't that difficult. And since Seifer wasn't directing anything to Squall, he simply forgot about paying attention to anything.
Squall's eyes hovered on Seifer's face, sometimes moving to look down Seifer's body, then down to their hands. And after a small pause, Squall would then look back to Seifer's face again.
Once Seifer looked down to Squall, smirking and saying something to his friends. But Squall didn't bother with trying to figure out what they were saying. Wasn't important, unless Seifer actually spoke to him. Then he'd force himself to attempt to figure out the correct response for conversation needs.
But Seifer let Squall stand there, silent. There wasn't any reason to force Squall to speak. The boy didn't like to, or want to. He didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought of him - which was something that Seifer had to respect. Squall would simply do what he wanted, that being just standing there staring up at Seifer, then Seifer wouldn't argue.
If Squall would stare at someone else, Seifer would let Squall know he didn't quite like that. Jealousy wasn't something Seifer wanted to deal with. And Squall didn't honestly mean to make Seifer jealous, Seifer knew. Squall was just anti-social and stoic, sometimes not even looking at the person his eyes were locked on.
Seifer had learned a lot about Squall, about the boy's social abilities and what interested Squall - which wasn't much. Or anything, if Seifer really thought about it. Squall just lived, doing things that would make the people he lived closest to happy - so they'd leave him alone.
And, even though during their conversation Seifer had wondered if Squall wanted for Seifer to leave him alone, Squall would attempt conversation. Attempt to speak and give feedback when Seifer let the conversation die down. Squall tried for Seifer, he just wasn't good with people.
Later at the football game Seifer sat next to Squall one the top row of the bleachers, the rest of Blood Kiss sitting one row below.
The Varsity team just walked into the field, the third game about to begin. (Freshmen, Jr. Varsity, then Varsity)
Seifer was completely bored. What he really wanted to do was make-out with Squall. Yet, in all honestly, Seifer hadn't really kissed Squall yet. The kiss he'd given Squall earlier in the day in the private school's parking lot was light, and not much of a kiss. And it had been a week of him and Squall dating, which was a huge record for Seifer to not have kissed his boyfriend yet.
Seifer's a whore, what can be said?
Seifer hadn't really touched Squall either. Holding hands with the brunette today was the longest time frame Seifer had touched Squall. They'd hugged before, and Seifer hand caressed Squall's cheeks and lips with his hand. Otherwise there hadn't been all that much physical affection between the two of them.
Seifer wanted to touch Squall, but it was like touching ice. Except worse, because Squall didn't melt under the heat of Seifer's skin. Squall just burned Seifer, showing no signs of changing. Yet Squall would look at Seifer, and Seifer knew plainly that Squall did have a physical attraction towards him - the first time Squall had seen Seifer was proof enough.
It was just difficult to know what the right move with Squall was. So Seifer had to be patient, looking for when Squall showed interest in being touched - which, surprisingly, had happened a few times. Like when Seifer dropped off Squall at the end of the night, Seifer felt as though Squall wanted something to help him remember the evening. So Seifer hugged Squall good bye.
Squall would always be icy, but he did hug back.
Yet right now, Seifer was stuck at a boring high-school football game, horny with an icy boyfriend that might maybe be interested in kissing him.
"Fuck! Hazen," Seifer grumbled, fed-up with sitting on the ice-cold bleacher.
"Wha dude?" Hazen replied, looking up to Seifer.
"Bored?" Thoran asked.
Seifer sneered at Thoran then look to Hazen. "We've been here for forever! Go fucking talk to the cheerleaders!"
"I can't," Hazen said. "Ya know I ain't good with chicks. I need time."
Seifer crossed his arms. "Fucking walk up to them and tell them to blow you!"
Gregory held back a snicker. Hazen half-smiled at Seifer.
"Squall," Thoran said, turning his attention from Seifer to the brunette sitting next to him.
Squall broke from his daze, turning his bored expression to Thoran.
"Seifer's whining. Entertain your boyfriend!" Thoran said, motioning to Seifer.
"I'm not whining!" Seifer snapped back. "And don't tell Squall what to do!"
"That's your job?" Gregory asked.
Hazen and Thoran laughed together, Victor just ignoring the scene all together.
Seifer sneered at Gregory, about to say something when he felt Squall touch his arm.
Seifer turned to Squall to realize that Squall had taken his arm from where it had been crossed with the other, and was now holding Seifer's hand.
Squall's grey-blue spheres looked up to meet Seifer's eyes. The blank expression didn't falter as Squall moved closed to Seifer and pulled the blonde's large arm around his shoulders.
Squall pushed his hands to the inside of Seifer's coat, moving his body to press closely to Seifer's, hugging the large blonde. Squall then closed his eyes, breathing in the delicious scent of Seifer's body.
Seifer smiled down at Squall, surprised by the affection. But he hugged Squall back, snuggling closely to his new boyfriend.
"Shit, you'd think Seifer hadn't been blow for a week," Thoran mumbled, turning back to watch the game. Seifer hadn't, by the way.
Hazen shook his head, sighing as he looked down to the cheerleaders.
Victor continued to ignore the scene between Seifer and Squall, but Gregory looked back and smiled at the two before turning forward once again.
A few minutes passed then someone approached the group.
"Excuse me," an older female voice interrupted the quite moment.
Seifer looked up to see one of his teachers, Mrs. Brunswick, kneeling down next to him and Squall.
"What?" Seifer asked.
"Would you please stop the inappropriate behavior?" she asked, motioning to Squall cuddled against Seifer.
"Huh?" Seifer said, frowning at the woman.
"We don't need to see that sort of stuff here. There are children around," Mrs. Brunswick went on.
"What sort of stuff are you talking about?" Seifer said, his frown slowly turning into an angry glare.
"You and ... your... boyfriend ... shouldn't be doing that in public," the teacher said, sneering as she said Seifer and Squall's relation. "We don't need to see that."
Seifer opened his mouth, about two seconds from cussing the woman out, when he felt Squall's hand on his chin. Seifer looked down to Squall, seeing the brunette's grey-blue eyes were locked onto him.
Squall then sat up, moving so he could press his lips against Seifer's. Seifer then found that Squall wasn't only kissing him, but Squall's tongue was being pushed into his mouth as well. Then the weight of Squall climbing onto his lap made Seifer forget that he was out in public.
Squall kissed Seifer passionately, one hand caressing Seifer's cheek while the other traced down Seifer's chest, touching the soft material of Seifer's white-cotton shirt.
Seifer's fingers traced over the leather material of Squall's pants that covered the brunette's ass. He grabbed at Squall, pulling the younger boy down harder on his lap as Squall grinded his hips down against Seifer's crotch.
Then the teacher was finally able to force herself to speak. "For the love of the Gods!"
Squall pulled his mouth from Seifer's, keeping his body pressed tightly against the blonde's. Seifer continued to kiss Squall's neck as the brunette stared up.
"What are you doing?!" the teacher asked desperately.
Squall paused a moment then spoke in his soft, sexy voice "We can't hug."
The teacher started dumbstruck for a new brief moments before shouting "Hug!"
It was plain from the desperate tone in the woman's voice that she was begging Squall to hug Seifer, instead of what they were doing right now.
"Just hug, please!" Mrs. Brunswick repeated, eyes wide at Squall and Seifer.
Squall turned to look down at Seifer, then he pressed his lips lightly to Seifer's before sliding off the large blonde's lap and moving back to hug Seifer tightly.
The teacher stared for a few moments longer to watch as Seifer pulled Squall close to cuddle securely to him. Then she walked away, still shocked.
Squall sighed, the moment all but completely forgotten to him already. He did remember, though, the feeling of Seifer's growing excitement, and the feeling of Seifer's hands and lips on his body. It was definitely something Squall would be willing to do again. Hell, he'd do it again right now if Seifer started to kiss him.
Seifer smiled down in surprise at what Squall had just done. At the open affection Squall had just given him, and shoved in the faces of everyone around. Squall truly didn't give a mother fucking shit what people thought about him. And it felt good to have Squall be so willing in his arms.
"Talk about damn!" Hazen said after the teacher scurried away, his eyebrows raised.
Thoran was staring at Seifer, smirking. "I thought you two were about to start stripping!"
Seifer laughed softly then said "So did I."
"Fuck," Hazen mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Seifer just smiled down at Squall.
"Everyone's staring," Victor said, looking around at the crowd.
"I don't think you're going to be able to talk to those cheerleaders," Gregory mumbled to Hazen.
Hazen looked down to the girls, seeing them staring eyes-wide up at his position. "Aw, man."
The entire high school football stadium was staring up at Seifer and Squall.
"I guess we can kick out," Hazen said softly, sighing.
"What? We've been sitting here for hours just so you can go talk to those girls," Seifer said with a sneer.
Hazen shrugged up at Seifer.
Seifer sighed looking down to Squall, who was still cuddle closely, the stormy eyes closed. "Sweetheart, we're going to leave."
Squall opened his eyes and looked up to Seifer. Without pause he pushed away from Seifer and stood up.
Seifer stood after Squall, then took Squall's hand and lead the brunette Ice Prince down the steps, heading towards the exit. The rest of Blood Kiss followed Seifer and Squall, the four B.K. boys grumbling to themselves.