An arm wrapped around Irvine's shoulders tight. Slow breaths tickled the
back of his neck.
"Mmmm-" he mumbled. "Thought I told ya ta leave..."
The arm tightened around him and he felt gentle fingertips play down his bare back.
"Now why would you do that?" a familiar husky voice whispered into his ear.
Irvine snapped his tired eyes open and jerked up. The arms protested, but fell away. He spun around and looked down in the nest of soft sheets.
"Mornin'."
Irvine gaped as Squall, Squall! stretched and grinned up at him. His naked torso slowly snaked out from the covers, pale and lean.
"What's going on?" Irvine demanded as he got over his initial shock. Only total shock remained.
Squall yawned wide. "Nothing." He half sat up, leaning back on his hands. He gave Irvine what looked suspiciously like a 'come hither' look through his eyelashes.
"Why are you here?" Irvine continued, glancing around. "Where are we?"
"Are you feeling all right, Irv?" Squall leaned forward, hand outstretched as he wriggled out of the sheets. Irvine blushed and snapped back.
Again, he asked, "Where ... are we?"
Squall looked up at the boy through half-closed eyes. "Home. Where are you?"
Irvine blinked in confusion.
"Are you sick?" Squall asked, obviously concerned. He sat up and slowly rested his hand on Irvine's forehead. The cowboy let him this time, though reluctantly.
"No fever," Squall deduced. "Then I guess it's okay if I..."
He sat up on his knees, sheets sliding down his body like silk. Irvine got a good look of the boy's body as he moved closer. He was well formed, muscular but very thin. He had just woken up, but was already hard and very inviting. Without touching Irvine, Squall leaned forward, closer to the boy.
"... If I do this ..." he finished, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips onto Irvine's. He opened his mouth and played his tongue hungrily against the cowboy's. His hands clawed at Irvine's chest.
Irvine, shocked, let Squall's body lean against his own, equally naked skin. As Squall's tongue and lips danced around his mouth, he felt himself instinctively kissing him back. Only when Squall's hands were playing lower on Irvine's body did the boy get his senses back; he panicked and pushed Squall away.
"What're ya doin'!"
"Irvine..."
The cowboy looked carefully around the room. He saw his hat and chaps thrown across the back of a wooden chair. Squall's belts were with them; an old picture of his hung on the wall opposite him, hanging next to a mirror he didn't recognize. A few posters were placed strategically around the rest of the room - rock bands and stuff he knew Squall liked.
He turned back to Squall. The boy was kneeling in front of him, eyes concerned under his mess of tousled hair. He had maneuvered his body on top of the sheets, naked body long and lean and so close. So perfect.
Irvine snapped his wandering eyes back up. "Are we - how - do we live here? Together?" he asked carefully.
"What's wrong? Are you drunk? You seemed fine all night ... I was with you. Are you drunk?"
"No. No, I'm not. I don't know," he stumbled. Irvine looked down, hugging the blankets around his waist. "I don't remember..."
"Okay," Squall sighed. "Okay, you weird out if you want." He stretched and crawled gracefully out of bed. He turned away and opened the door situated to Irvine's left. He half turned around. "Why don't we get some coffee? Give you a chance to, I donno, sober up or get yer act together or something. Okay?" He leaned in the doorway, hand above his head, hips cocked.
"O-okay."
"Good," Squall nodded and grinned, all sexy-like. He left the room, leaving the door open.
"Out in a moment, 'kay?"
"'Kay," Irvine muttered. He heard a door close somewhere beyond the empty doorway. Water started running somewhere through the house. Squall must be in the shower.
He exhaled sharply and threw himself down on the bed. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know why he was ... apparently ... fucking Squall Leonhart.
No arguments there, though ...
I mean ...
He's fucking gorgeous ...
(And fucking me ...)
And he's got ... the most amazing body ...
How long have I ...
Since I saw him first. He was ...
He still is ...
Sexygorgeoussexyyum ...
But I don't remember going to bed here
(Wherever here is ... )
I don't remember anything ...
Where ...
What ...
"Ahhh!" Irvine screamed, frustrated. He rolled out of bed, stood in the middle of the room and looked around. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and found a whole lotta leather.
"Squall's stuff. Is this his place? Do I have stuff here?" he muttered under his breath.
The next drawer down had his favorite jeans right on top. "Guess so," he answered his own question. He grabbed the denims and a clean black shirt and yanked them on. He dug up some socks and put them and his boots on too.
Irvine picked up his hat and carried it in his hands as he walked out into the hallway. There was a door off to his left - he heard the shower running full blast beyond it. He continued down and out of the hallway.
There was a worn couch out in the cozy living room and a couple nice chairs scattered about. A TV and his huge stereo system were set up with surround sound speakers against the wall.
A couple soda cans and such were standing around the room. He saw an old pile of opened mail sitting on the coffee table. Shifting through it, he muttered," Junk, crap, bills (oo- bills for Squall,) crap, aw, bills for me - Guess I do live here - junk, magazine...ooo..."
He picked out a letter from the middle of the stack. It was addressed simply to "Lover Boy," same Balamb address as the rest. No return address, but it was dated from Lunar Base two weeks ago.
"Who..." he trailed off, slowly pulling the letter out. He opened it, curious, reading as he did.
Hey, Baby!
It wasn't his handwriting.
I miss you. You should see it here. Very ... without you. It's
all right, though.
Zell's been a pain in the ass. Quistis keeps trying to run
everything, but she can't. No one'll let her.
How's everything? Holding down the fort all right?
Can you sleep without me?
I get so lonely without you next to me ...
I had a dream last night.
Wanna hear?
You were there. Of course.
You're always there.
You were so hot. You made me so hot. Like always...
You came in when I was in the shower. Just walked right in like
you ran everything.
I didn't know you were there for a while. I turned just in time
to see you stretch before opening the door and joining me.
You were grinning. So sexy.
You pushed me back against the wall. The tiles were cool, even
under the hot water, and your body was warm as it pressed
against mine.
You were so hard.
You kissed my neck first, biting down just enough.
I was so hard.
The way you always make me.
You knew just what to do.
Like always.
You leaned down under the water, letting it run through your
hair.
I love your hair.
Your hands were everywhere. It felt so good. You pressed against
me, so eager.
You ran your tongue up my neck and kissed my jaw. You nipped at
my neck; I squealed.
I loved it.
You loved it.
You grabbed my wrists and forced them up over my head, holding
them against the wet tile. Your body was slick against mine. You
kissed me hard, your tongue pushed halfway down my throat.
You tasted so good.
You looked all good, wet and glistening, body rubbing against
mine.
It was heaven under the water - just you and me.
You kissed me again before falling to your knees. You grabbed my
wrists again and held them to the wall. You took me in your
mouth. Hot, warm, and oh so skilled.
You're so great at everything.
I know I'm your first man, but...
I came fast.
You licked up all I had.
You looked up at me and swallowed. As you stood, you kissed a
gentle line up my belly.
I couldn't stand. You held me up.
You kissed me hard and long as I leaned in your strong arms.
You were still so hard against me. I begged you to fuck me,
begging as you nipped at my ear, sucking the lobe and licking
the inside.
Your hands wrapped around my ass and you lifted me up in your
arms, forcing me back against the wall.
The water was still flowing down your face and chest. I could
feel it pooling on my legs as I wrapped them around your hot
body. Your hair tickled my stomach as you leaned down and sucked
at my nipples one at a time.
I continued to beg you, whispering in your ear.
I could still feel you against me, still so hard.
I begged.
I moaned, egging you on. I ran my hands down your wet back,
playing with your hair as the strands ran through my fingers.
And I begged.
You finally kissed my mouth again, your lips playing hard
against mine as your teeth ran gently over my tongue.
You set me down and turned me around. I leaned back and caught
your lips. I sucked at your top lip as you kissed me upside
down.
I tasted nothing but you.
Your body wrapped around mine; I moved my head to the side and
got you again. Your tongue filled my mouth as you entered me.
I moaned in your mouth.
You grabbed my hands and held them in yours as you thrust.
We fit together perfect.
Like a puzzle.
A big, sexy puzzle of you.
You were practically purring in my mouth. I felt your breath and
mine mix between us.
Your voice tickled in my throat.
It felt so right.
You moved behind me slow and gentle.
It was so right.
You were everywhere. You were around me, in me. I shared your
breath.
Your heart beat against my back.
Your hair fell around me.
The water trickled down my back, hot trails sinking between your
skin and mine.
You moaned into my mouth, letting me share in your ecstasy.
You came, hot and real, inside me.
The shower smelled of sex.
You smelled of sex as you leaned against me, out of breath.
You leaned your head down on my shoulder.
You still held my hands.
Your eyes fluttered open, their gentle violet meeting and
holding my gaze through your eyelashes.
I love your eyes.
I love you.
I'll be home Friday. That'll probably be the day after you get
this. So see you tomorrow, babe.
Love you.
Always.
Yours
Irvine looked down at the papers in his hands. His breath was caught in his throat and his pants felt way too tight suddenly.
Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind again. He felt Squall kiss his shoulder.
He paused a moment, then timidly hugged the boy's arms back.
"Wanna know something?" Squall asked softly.
"What?" Irvine's voice was suddenly thick with lust no longer hidden for the boy wrapped around him.
"You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen..."
Irvine grinned and turned around in Squall's grip. He said jokingly, "Oh, so I'm a thing now?"
"You're everything..."
Irvine leaned down and kissed the smaller boy lightly, nervous but interested after reading the letter.
Well, I was interested before, too...
Squall grabbed Irvine's face in his hands and pulled him down, pressing his tongue into the cowboy's mouth.
Hyne, this is so right...
Squall got more demanding, moaning encouragement. Irvine's hands worked down Squall's cotton-clad back and down the waistband of his low-riding leather pants. He hooked his thumbs in, feeling his bare flesh.
Squall purred under the boy's touch. He ran his hands through Irvine's loose hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. He pressed his hips up and against Irvine. His tongue ran gently across the cowboy's soft lips.
Backing away reluctantly, Squall purred, "What about that coffee?"
"Mmmm..." Irvine nuzzled Squall's cheek. "Now?"
"We can come back ... have some fun ... or we can go out..."
"Is there fun involved outside?"
"Oh, there's fun involved everywhere ..."
Irvine kissed Squall's ear, tonguing his purple stud earring. "Let's go then ..."
"You have keys?"
"I have nothing today, babe. But bear with me, please?"
"Okay."
Irvine smiled and looked gently at the boy in his arms. Squall hugged him quickly, cheek pressed over Irvine's heart. With a flash of toothy grin, he turned and picked up the keys from the coffee table.
"C'mon," he teased, swaying toward the door.
Irvine obeyed. Squall wrapped an arm around the boy's waist and walked out.
The cowboy looked around. Their house was a pleasant little one on a quiet street in Balamb he knew pretty well. The coffee house was two blocks down and around the corner. The man working the counter looked up.
"The usual?"
"Yup." Squall led Irvine to a quiet table in the back. The whole place was well lit with the open windows. They sat down across from each other. Irvine's eyes wandered out the window. He watched cars and people pass by.
He turned back to the table. Squall was grinning up at him, staring through hooded eyes.
"What?"
Squall leaned across the table and gently kissed Irvine's lips. Irvine closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, letting Squall's lips press harder.
"Ahemm...."
Irvine broke away from the boy and turned to the barista, standing with two tall cups, looking nervous.
Squall leaned back into his own seat. The coffee boy set down their drinks and nervously left.
"Thank you!" Irvine called after him. The man waved but did not turn around. Irvine turned to Squall, chuckling under his breath. He looked down to his mug.
"Oo - Carmel mocha ... lotsa foam ... My favorite!"
"Really ... " Squall said sarcastically over the rim of his own mug.
"What d'you have?" Irvine wrapped his hands around Squall's and lowered the boy's mug.
Squall raised his eyebrows. "Latte. Like always."
"Latte. Like always ..." Irvine muttered, releasing the boy's hands. Squall rolled his eyes and raised his mug to his lips.
Thinking, Irvine suddenly asked, "What day is it?"
"Thursday, luv."
"Luv? I like that. Oh! Selphie should be home today."
Squall nodded. "I know. She called last night after you fell asleep and wanted to see you. She's gonna meet us here in," he looked at the clock over the counter. "In ten minutes."
Really!?" Irvine lit up.
"Really." He looked up curiously. "Do you act like that when I come back from places?"
Irvine answered honestly. "Yah. My stomach gets all fluttery, I can't think for a moment. It happens every time someone mentions you, or you walk by. Always has."
"You are such a sap, man," a hyper voice piped up behind Irvine.
"Seph!"
Irvine leapt from his seat and hugged the girl. "How was the mission? Why didn't you write?!"
Selphie laughed. "I was gone a week. The mission was good - like every practice run. And again, I was gone only a week." She turned to Squall. "Does he freak out when you go, too?"
"Oh, yah. 'Cept I wrote..."
Irvine blushed, letting Selphie go so she wouldn't notice how hard he was getting remembering Squall's letter.
Squall stood up. "Well, I've got a few things to do, so I'll leave you two alone to catch up. I mean, you must have a lot to say after a whole week, and all..." He cupped his palm around Irvine's butt, turning the boy to face him. "Should I pick you up when I'm done, or can you find your way home alone, Spaz-boy?"
Irvine grinned. "I think I can find it okay, yah."
Squall leaned up into Irvine's face. "You sure?"
"I think so, luv."
Squall played his tongue gently into Irvine's mouth, hands still on the boy's butt.
Irvine pulled back and saw Selphie looking politely away. Squall noticed too and turned away reluctantly. "Later, then."
"Yah. Later."
Squall turned and winked as he left. Irvine felt his face flush.
"So'd ya miss me that much?" Selphie asked, bouncing, bringing Irvine's attention back to reality.
Too bad I don't know what reality is right now ...
Selphie sat down in his old spot, motioning Irvine to follow. He sat in Squall's abandoned seat, feeling his warmth still lingering there. Selphie called the counter boy over and ordered a double-shot espresso.
"Oh, yah, like you need that ..." Irvine joked.
"You'd be surprised. The trip back was long. Not a train ..." she said, disappointed.
"Aww. Poor baby," Irvine said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, cram it." She picked up her coffee as the man set it down for her. "So, what's new with you?"
"Not much," he said instantly, but changed his mind. "Actually, Seph ... um, do you think I'm crazy?" he asked the girl slowly.
"You mean today? Not more than usual, no."
"Hmmm."
"Why?" Selphie put down her steaming mug, looking concerned at her friend across the table. "What's up?"
Irvine picked up the mug in front of him. Latte. It was Squall's. He swirled it around, watching the milky colors dance and fade.
"How - how long have Squall and I been ... together?"
"Graduation. Why? Did you forget something important?"
"I ... forgot ... everything."
Selphie leaned closer and lowered her voice. "What'dya mean 'You forgot everything?'"
"I - Squall - I woke up with him this morning."
"You live together. Duh."
Irvine looked right at her. "I didn't go to sleep with him."
Selphie stared blankly, so the cowboy continued.
"I live in my own place. I rent a room in a house in Balamb with a couple other guys. After graduation, I stayed in town as a SeeD." He took a deep breath and continued. "I slept around. A new girl almost every night. I kicked them all out in the morning. If we were at her house, we'd fuck, I'd leave, neither would call the other." He looked up. Selphie was watching him intently. "I hated it. I'd fucked up somewhere and my life was ... hell," he laughed, "For three months, I'd put myself through hell."
"So ... how'd you end up here this morning?"
"Donno - I'd kicked out last night's chick - gorgeous, body to kill for - before she got my clothes off. I screamed, I yelled, I made her leave. I calmed down eventually and went to sleep ... alone." He took a sip of Squall's drink. It was pretty good - not super-chocolaty, extra foam, but it would do.
Selphie grabbed Irvine's free hand in one of hers. He turned his attention back to her.
"Did you maybe," she thought for a moment, "Wish for something? Like to change your life?"
"Not really." Irvine thought. "I did ask where I went wrong while I was yelling at that girl. I was pretty worked up - might have said something then?" he questioned himself.
"Yah. Maybe."
They sat in mutual silence and confusion for a few.
Irvine put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, sighing. "So," he looked at Selphie. "I, like, tell you everything, right?"
Selphie nodded. "Everything. And then some more. And then you elaborate and it never ever ends."
"Shut up." He drained Squall's coffee and reached for his own, almost forgotten. "Did I ever tell you anything about Squall ... about him and me?" he asked quietly.
"Yah. Some." Selphie grinned, nodding.
"How 'bout - when we got together. Did I tell you that?" She nodded. Irvine snapped, "Well, spill!"
Selphie laughed. "Fine. Fine, um, you got together at the grad party. He was standing outside on the balcony, alone. You said you saw him and thought you should go join him. You went out, and in your words exactly, 'Chatted him up, all suave and sexy-like'."
"I didn't," Irvine laughed.
"Oh, you did. And I guess you two talked until he loosened up and you got closer, brushed shoulders and stuff. When he looked up, you kissed him gently. You said he pulled back, shocked. But before you could stumble out a poor apology, he kissed you back. You left the party later together - I saw you two walk out. You told me the next morning that you had stayed up all night in your room talking and kissing, and he fell asleep in your arms on the couch."
"Really?" Irvine smiled warmly.
Selphie nodded. "What do you remember?"
Irvine looked down. "I remember the party. I remember seeing him outside and wanting to go talk to him, but I wussed out. I stood in the middle of the room and stared at him. I wish I had gone out and talked to him. I've wished I had every day since graduation," he realized.
"So you've always liked him?"
"Always. When we were kids, he was quiet and withdrawn, and pushed me away when I tried to be friendly, but I still wanted to know him. When you guys came to get me from Galbadia, he was just ... just there, all in black leather." He blushed.
"Yah," he continued, "I have always liked him, but I never did anything. Never told anyone."
"So, right now is like what would have happened if you had gotten together."
"I guess."
"Is this real, then?" she asked. "Am I real? Are you real?" She squeezed Irvine's hand hard. "You feel real."
"I think this is - I donno," Irvine shook his head.
"Well, real or not - do you like it?" Selphie raised her eyebrows at the boy.
A half grin spread across the cowboy's face. "Yah."
Leaning back, Selphie asked, "So, did you have crazy naked man-sex with Squall all morning?"
"No!" Irvine yelled indignantly. Lowering his voice, he said, "Of course not! I just woke up and he was - he's..."
"Well, you said yourself that you sleep - slept around, so why not. And Squall's been your 'forbidden fruit' for how long? Wasn't he willing?"
"Very much so. But," Irvine shook his head. "He just looked ... so ... loving at me. And I think," he swallowed hard, "That I may love him back."
"You think?"
"Hey, we've been a couple for two hours in my time, man!" Irvine said defensively. More gently, he continued, "But I think ... well, I'm really really attracted. 'Specially when he's all ..."
"All what?" Selphie pressed.
Irvine looked at her and grinned. "All naked and begging ..."
"He begs!?" She slammed the tables with her fists, highly amused.
"It's more body language than 'Please, Irvine, take me!' but yah, he bags. He wants me ..." Irvine leaned back in his chair, getting all cocky. Selphie smiled and smacked his arm.
Irvine downed his coffee and began digging at the leftover chocolate in the bottom of the cup with a spoon.
"So what kind of errands was Squall running this morning?"
"Donno. He didn't say," Irvine said, licking the spoon clean.
"Well, then, he's probably gonna be at home soon. Better get back so you can 'greet him' at the door," Selphie winked.
"Perv," Irvine muttered. "But I guess you're right. Um, do you think I should ... I mean, this is kinda like our first date to me, you know?"
Selphie nodded. "I know. I guess."
Irvine though a moment and scrunched up his face. "I'm going back to the house I share with my boyfriend for our first date. There are so many moral dilemmas attached to that ..." He put him mug down and let the counter boy collect their used glasses.
"Do you think I should get him something?"
"What do you mean?" Selphie asked.
"Donno. A present. Flowers. Guys like flowers, yah? I like flowers; they're pretty. Does Squall like flowers?"
"You're the one supposed to know every nook and cranny of this boy, inside and out. But I think you give him something, anything, and he'll love it."
"Really?" Irvine blushed lightly. He stood to go pay for the coffees, but Selphie beat him to the counter. "My treat - you go get something for yer boy-toy."
"Don't call him that!"
"Boy-toy, boy-toy, boy-toy!" she teased.
Irvine stuck his tongue out at her and turned to the door. Before he got there though, he turned back around and wrapped Selphie in a big friendly hug.
"Thanks, Sephy," he said, lightly kissing the top of her head.
"Anytime." She hugged the boy back. "Now scoot!" she pushed Irvine toward the door. He grinned and left with a wave.
"Mmmm-" he mumbled. "Thought I told ya ta leave..."
The arm tightened around him and he felt gentle fingertips play down his bare back.
"Now why would you do that?" a familiar husky voice whispered into his ear.
Irvine snapped his tired eyes open and jerked up. The arms protested, but fell away. He spun around and looked down in the nest of soft sheets.
"Mornin'."
Irvine gaped as Squall, Squall! stretched and grinned up at him. His naked torso slowly snaked out from the covers, pale and lean.
"What's going on?" Irvine demanded as he got over his initial shock. Only total shock remained.
Squall yawned wide. "Nothing." He half sat up, leaning back on his hands. He gave Irvine what looked suspiciously like a 'come hither' look through his eyelashes.
"Why are you here?" Irvine continued, glancing around. "Where are we?"
"Are you feeling all right, Irv?" Squall leaned forward, hand outstretched as he wriggled out of the sheets. Irvine blushed and snapped back.
Again, he asked, "Where ... are we?"
Squall looked up at the boy through half-closed eyes. "Home. Where are you?"
Irvine blinked in confusion.
"Are you sick?" Squall asked, obviously concerned. He sat up and slowly rested his hand on Irvine's forehead. The cowboy let him this time, though reluctantly.
"No fever," Squall deduced. "Then I guess it's okay if I..."
He sat up on his knees, sheets sliding down his body like silk. Irvine got a good look of the boy's body as he moved closer. He was well formed, muscular but very thin. He had just woken up, but was already hard and very inviting. Without touching Irvine, Squall leaned forward, closer to the boy.
"... If I do this ..." he finished, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips onto Irvine's. He opened his mouth and played his tongue hungrily against the cowboy's. His hands clawed at Irvine's chest.
Irvine, shocked, let Squall's body lean against his own, equally naked skin. As Squall's tongue and lips danced around his mouth, he felt himself instinctively kissing him back. Only when Squall's hands were playing lower on Irvine's body did the boy get his senses back; he panicked and pushed Squall away.
"What're ya doin'!"
"Irvine..."
The cowboy looked carefully around the room. He saw his hat and chaps thrown across the back of a wooden chair. Squall's belts were with them; an old picture of his hung on the wall opposite him, hanging next to a mirror he didn't recognize. A few posters were placed strategically around the rest of the room - rock bands and stuff he knew Squall liked.
He turned back to Squall. The boy was kneeling in front of him, eyes concerned under his mess of tousled hair. He had maneuvered his body on top of the sheets, naked body long and lean and so close. So perfect.
Irvine snapped his wandering eyes back up. "Are we - how - do we live here? Together?" he asked carefully.
"What's wrong? Are you drunk? You seemed fine all night ... I was with you. Are you drunk?"
"No. No, I'm not. I don't know," he stumbled. Irvine looked down, hugging the blankets around his waist. "I don't remember..."
"Okay," Squall sighed. "Okay, you weird out if you want." He stretched and crawled gracefully out of bed. He turned away and opened the door situated to Irvine's left. He half turned around. "Why don't we get some coffee? Give you a chance to, I donno, sober up or get yer act together or something. Okay?" He leaned in the doorway, hand above his head, hips cocked.
"O-okay."
"Good," Squall nodded and grinned, all sexy-like. He left the room, leaving the door open.
"Out in a moment, 'kay?"
"'Kay," Irvine muttered. He heard a door close somewhere beyond the empty doorway. Water started running somewhere through the house. Squall must be in the shower.
He exhaled sharply and threw himself down on the bed. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know why he was ... apparently ... fucking Squall Leonhart.
No arguments there, though ...
I mean ...
He's fucking gorgeous ...
(And fucking me ...)
And he's got ... the most amazing body ...
How long have I ...
Since I saw him first. He was ...
He still is ...
Sexygorgeoussexyyum ...
But I don't remember going to bed here
(Wherever here is ... )
I don't remember anything ...
Where ...
What ...
"Ahhh!" Irvine screamed, frustrated. He rolled out of bed, stood in the middle of the room and looked around. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and found a whole lotta leather.
"Squall's stuff. Is this his place? Do I have stuff here?" he muttered under his breath.
The next drawer down had his favorite jeans right on top. "Guess so," he answered his own question. He grabbed the denims and a clean black shirt and yanked them on. He dug up some socks and put them and his boots on too.
Irvine picked up his hat and carried it in his hands as he walked out into the hallway. There was a door off to his left - he heard the shower running full blast beyond it. He continued down and out of the hallway.
There was a worn couch out in the cozy living room and a couple nice chairs scattered about. A TV and his huge stereo system were set up with surround sound speakers against the wall.
A couple soda cans and such were standing around the room. He saw an old pile of opened mail sitting on the coffee table. Shifting through it, he muttered," Junk, crap, bills (oo- bills for Squall,) crap, aw, bills for me - Guess I do live here - junk, magazine...ooo..."
He picked out a letter from the middle of the stack. It was addressed simply to "Lover Boy," same Balamb address as the rest. No return address, but it was dated from Lunar Base two weeks ago.
"Who..." he trailed off, slowly pulling the letter out. He opened it, curious, reading as he did.
Hey, Baby!
It wasn't his handwriting.
I miss you. You should see it here. Very ... without you. It's
all right, though.
Zell's been a pain in the ass. Quistis keeps trying to run
everything, but she can't. No one'll let her.
How's everything? Holding down the fort all right?
Can you sleep without me?
I get so lonely without you next to me ...
I had a dream last night.
Wanna hear?
You were there. Of course.
You're always there.
You were so hot. You made me so hot. Like always...
You came in when I was in the shower. Just walked right in like
you ran everything.
I didn't know you were there for a while. I turned just in time
to see you stretch before opening the door and joining me.
You were grinning. So sexy.
You pushed me back against the wall. The tiles were cool, even
under the hot water, and your body was warm as it pressed
against mine.
You were so hard.
You kissed my neck first, biting down just enough.
I was so hard.
The way you always make me.
You knew just what to do.
Like always.
You leaned down under the water, letting it run through your
hair.
I love your hair.
Your hands were everywhere. It felt so good. You pressed against
me, so eager.
You ran your tongue up my neck and kissed my jaw. You nipped at
my neck; I squealed.
I loved it.
You loved it.
You grabbed my wrists and forced them up over my head, holding
them against the wet tile. Your body was slick against mine. You
kissed me hard, your tongue pushed halfway down my throat.
You tasted so good.
You looked all good, wet and glistening, body rubbing against
mine.
It was heaven under the water - just you and me.
You kissed me again before falling to your knees. You grabbed my
wrists again and held them to the wall. You took me in your
mouth. Hot, warm, and oh so skilled.
You're so great at everything.
I know I'm your first man, but...
I came fast.
You licked up all I had.
You looked up at me and swallowed. As you stood, you kissed a
gentle line up my belly.
I couldn't stand. You held me up.
You kissed me hard and long as I leaned in your strong arms.
You were still so hard against me. I begged you to fuck me,
begging as you nipped at my ear, sucking the lobe and licking
the inside.
Your hands wrapped around my ass and you lifted me up in your
arms, forcing me back against the wall.
The water was still flowing down your face and chest. I could
feel it pooling on my legs as I wrapped them around your hot
body. Your hair tickled my stomach as you leaned down and sucked
at my nipples one at a time.
I continued to beg you, whispering in your ear.
I could still feel you against me, still so hard.
I begged.
I moaned, egging you on. I ran my hands down your wet back,
playing with your hair as the strands ran through my fingers.
And I begged.
You finally kissed my mouth again, your lips playing hard
against mine as your teeth ran gently over my tongue.
You set me down and turned me around. I leaned back and caught
your lips. I sucked at your top lip as you kissed me upside
down.
I tasted nothing but you.
Your body wrapped around mine; I moved my head to the side and
got you again. Your tongue filled my mouth as you entered me.
I moaned in your mouth.
You grabbed my hands and held them in yours as you thrust.
We fit together perfect.
Like a puzzle.
A big, sexy puzzle of you.
You were practically purring in my mouth. I felt your breath and
mine mix between us.
Your voice tickled in my throat.
It felt so right.
You moved behind me slow and gentle.
It was so right.
You were everywhere. You were around me, in me. I shared your
breath.
Your heart beat against my back.
Your hair fell around me.
The water trickled down my back, hot trails sinking between your
skin and mine.
You moaned into my mouth, letting me share in your ecstasy.
You came, hot and real, inside me.
The shower smelled of sex.
You smelled of sex as you leaned against me, out of breath.
You leaned your head down on my shoulder.
You still held my hands.
Your eyes fluttered open, their gentle violet meeting and
holding my gaze through your eyelashes.
I love your eyes.
I love you.
I'll be home Friday. That'll probably be the day after you get
this. So see you tomorrow, babe.
Love you.
Always.
Yours
Irvine looked down at the papers in his hands. His breath was caught in his throat and his pants felt way too tight suddenly.
Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind again. He felt Squall kiss his shoulder.
He paused a moment, then timidly hugged the boy's arms back.
"Wanna know something?" Squall asked softly.
"What?" Irvine's voice was suddenly thick with lust no longer hidden for the boy wrapped around him.
"You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen..."
Irvine grinned and turned around in Squall's grip. He said jokingly, "Oh, so I'm a thing now?"
"You're everything..."
Irvine leaned down and kissed the smaller boy lightly, nervous but interested after reading the letter.
Well, I was interested before, too...
Squall grabbed Irvine's face in his hands and pulled him down, pressing his tongue into the cowboy's mouth.
Hyne, this is so right...
Squall got more demanding, moaning encouragement. Irvine's hands worked down Squall's cotton-clad back and down the waistband of his low-riding leather pants. He hooked his thumbs in, feeling his bare flesh.
Squall purred under the boy's touch. He ran his hands through Irvine's loose hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. He pressed his hips up and against Irvine. His tongue ran gently across the cowboy's soft lips.
Backing away reluctantly, Squall purred, "What about that coffee?"
"Mmmm..." Irvine nuzzled Squall's cheek. "Now?"
"We can come back ... have some fun ... or we can go out..."
"Is there fun involved outside?"
"Oh, there's fun involved everywhere ..."
Irvine kissed Squall's ear, tonguing his purple stud earring. "Let's go then ..."
"You have keys?"
"I have nothing today, babe. But bear with me, please?"
"Okay."
Irvine smiled and looked gently at the boy in his arms. Squall hugged him quickly, cheek pressed over Irvine's heart. With a flash of toothy grin, he turned and picked up the keys from the coffee table.
"C'mon," he teased, swaying toward the door.
Irvine obeyed. Squall wrapped an arm around the boy's waist and walked out.
The cowboy looked around. Their house was a pleasant little one on a quiet street in Balamb he knew pretty well. The coffee house was two blocks down and around the corner. The man working the counter looked up.
"The usual?"
"Yup." Squall led Irvine to a quiet table in the back. The whole place was well lit with the open windows. They sat down across from each other. Irvine's eyes wandered out the window. He watched cars and people pass by.
He turned back to the table. Squall was grinning up at him, staring through hooded eyes.
"What?"
Squall leaned across the table and gently kissed Irvine's lips. Irvine closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, letting Squall's lips press harder.
"Ahemm...."
Irvine broke away from the boy and turned to the barista, standing with two tall cups, looking nervous.
Squall leaned back into his own seat. The coffee boy set down their drinks and nervously left.
"Thank you!" Irvine called after him. The man waved but did not turn around. Irvine turned to Squall, chuckling under his breath. He looked down to his mug.
"Oo - Carmel mocha ... lotsa foam ... My favorite!"
"Really ... " Squall said sarcastically over the rim of his own mug.
"What d'you have?" Irvine wrapped his hands around Squall's and lowered the boy's mug.
Squall raised his eyebrows. "Latte. Like always."
"Latte. Like always ..." Irvine muttered, releasing the boy's hands. Squall rolled his eyes and raised his mug to his lips.
Thinking, Irvine suddenly asked, "What day is it?"
"Thursday, luv."
"Luv? I like that. Oh! Selphie should be home today."
Squall nodded. "I know. She called last night after you fell asleep and wanted to see you. She's gonna meet us here in," he looked at the clock over the counter. "In ten minutes."
Really!?" Irvine lit up.
"Really." He looked up curiously. "Do you act like that when I come back from places?"
Irvine answered honestly. "Yah. My stomach gets all fluttery, I can't think for a moment. It happens every time someone mentions you, or you walk by. Always has."
"You are such a sap, man," a hyper voice piped up behind Irvine.
"Seph!"
Irvine leapt from his seat and hugged the girl. "How was the mission? Why didn't you write?!"
Selphie laughed. "I was gone a week. The mission was good - like every practice run. And again, I was gone only a week." She turned to Squall. "Does he freak out when you go, too?"
"Oh, yah. 'Cept I wrote..."
Irvine blushed, letting Selphie go so she wouldn't notice how hard he was getting remembering Squall's letter.
Squall stood up. "Well, I've got a few things to do, so I'll leave you two alone to catch up. I mean, you must have a lot to say after a whole week, and all..." He cupped his palm around Irvine's butt, turning the boy to face him. "Should I pick you up when I'm done, or can you find your way home alone, Spaz-boy?"
Irvine grinned. "I think I can find it okay, yah."
Squall leaned up into Irvine's face. "You sure?"
"I think so, luv."
Squall played his tongue gently into Irvine's mouth, hands still on the boy's butt.
Irvine pulled back and saw Selphie looking politely away. Squall noticed too and turned away reluctantly. "Later, then."
"Yah. Later."
Squall turned and winked as he left. Irvine felt his face flush.
"So'd ya miss me that much?" Selphie asked, bouncing, bringing Irvine's attention back to reality.
Too bad I don't know what reality is right now ...
Selphie sat down in his old spot, motioning Irvine to follow. He sat in Squall's abandoned seat, feeling his warmth still lingering there. Selphie called the counter boy over and ordered a double-shot espresso.
"Oh, yah, like you need that ..." Irvine joked.
"You'd be surprised. The trip back was long. Not a train ..." she said, disappointed.
"Aww. Poor baby," Irvine said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, cram it." She picked up her coffee as the man set it down for her. "So, what's new with you?"
"Not much," he said instantly, but changed his mind. "Actually, Seph ... um, do you think I'm crazy?" he asked the girl slowly.
"You mean today? Not more than usual, no."
"Hmmm."
"Why?" Selphie put down her steaming mug, looking concerned at her friend across the table. "What's up?"
Irvine picked up the mug in front of him. Latte. It was Squall's. He swirled it around, watching the milky colors dance and fade.
"How - how long have Squall and I been ... together?"
"Graduation. Why? Did you forget something important?"
"I ... forgot ... everything."
Selphie leaned closer and lowered her voice. "What'dya mean 'You forgot everything?'"
"I - Squall - I woke up with him this morning."
"You live together. Duh."
Irvine looked right at her. "I didn't go to sleep with him."
Selphie stared blankly, so the cowboy continued.
"I live in my own place. I rent a room in a house in Balamb with a couple other guys. After graduation, I stayed in town as a SeeD." He took a deep breath and continued. "I slept around. A new girl almost every night. I kicked them all out in the morning. If we were at her house, we'd fuck, I'd leave, neither would call the other." He looked up. Selphie was watching him intently. "I hated it. I'd fucked up somewhere and my life was ... hell," he laughed, "For three months, I'd put myself through hell."
"So ... how'd you end up here this morning?"
"Donno - I'd kicked out last night's chick - gorgeous, body to kill for - before she got my clothes off. I screamed, I yelled, I made her leave. I calmed down eventually and went to sleep ... alone." He took a sip of Squall's drink. It was pretty good - not super-chocolaty, extra foam, but it would do.
Selphie grabbed Irvine's free hand in one of hers. He turned his attention back to her.
"Did you maybe," she thought for a moment, "Wish for something? Like to change your life?"
"Not really." Irvine thought. "I did ask where I went wrong while I was yelling at that girl. I was pretty worked up - might have said something then?" he questioned himself.
"Yah. Maybe."
They sat in mutual silence and confusion for a few.
Irvine put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, sighing. "So," he looked at Selphie. "I, like, tell you everything, right?"
Selphie nodded. "Everything. And then some more. And then you elaborate and it never ever ends."
"Shut up." He drained Squall's coffee and reached for his own, almost forgotten. "Did I ever tell you anything about Squall ... about him and me?" he asked quietly.
"Yah. Some." Selphie grinned, nodding.
"How 'bout - when we got together. Did I tell you that?" She nodded. Irvine snapped, "Well, spill!"
Selphie laughed. "Fine. Fine, um, you got together at the grad party. He was standing outside on the balcony, alone. You said you saw him and thought you should go join him. You went out, and in your words exactly, 'Chatted him up, all suave and sexy-like'."
"I didn't," Irvine laughed.
"Oh, you did. And I guess you two talked until he loosened up and you got closer, brushed shoulders and stuff. When he looked up, you kissed him gently. You said he pulled back, shocked. But before you could stumble out a poor apology, he kissed you back. You left the party later together - I saw you two walk out. You told me the next morning that you had stayed up all night in your room talking and kissing, and he fell asleep in your arms on the couch."
"Really?" Irvine smiled warmly.
Selphie nodded. "What do you remember?"
Irvine looked down. "I remember the party. I remember seeing him outside and wanting to go talk to him, but I wussed out. I stood in the middle of the room and stared at him. I wish I had gone out and talked to him. I've wished I had every day since graduation," he realized.
"So you've always liked him?"
"Always. When we were kids, he was quiet and withdrawn, and pushed me away when I tried to be friendly, but I still wanted to know him. When you guys came to get me from Galbadia, he was just ... just there, all in black leather." He blushed.
"Yah," he continued, "I have always liked him, but I never did anything. Never told anyone."
"So, right now is like what would have happened if you had gotten together."
"I guess."
"Is this real, then?" she asked. "Am I real? Are you real?" She squeezed Irvine's hand hard. "You feel real."
"I think this is - I donno," Irvine shook his head.
"Well, real or not - do you like it?" Selphie raised her eyebrows at the boy.
A half grin spread across the cowboy's face. "Yah."
Leaning back, Selphie asked, "So, did you have crazy naked man-sex with Squall all morning?"
"No!" Irvine yelled indignantly. Lowering his voice, he said, "Of course not! I just woke up and he was - he's..."
"Well, you said yourself that you sleep - slept around, so why not. And Squall's been your 'forbidden fruit' for how long? Wasn't he willing?"
"Very much so. But," Irvine shook his head. "He just looked ... so ... loving at me. And I think," he swallowed hard, "That I may love him back."
"You think?"
"Hey, we've been a couple for two hours in my time, man!" Irvine said defensively. More gently, he continued, "But I think ... well, I'm really really attracted. 'Specially when he's all ..."
"All what?" Selphie pressed.
Irvine looked at her and grinned. "All naked and begging ..."
"He begs!?" She slammed the tables with her fists, highly amused.
"It's more body language than 'Please, Irvine, take me!' but yah, he bags. He wants me ..." Irvine leaned back in his chair, getting all cocky. Selphie smiled and smacked his arm.
Irvine downed his coffee and began digging at the leftover chocolate in the bottom of the cup with a spoon.
"So what kind of errands was Squall running this morning?"
"Donno. He didn't say," Irvine said, licking the spoon clean.
"Well, then, he's probably gonna be at home soon. Better get back so you can 'greet him' at the door," Selphie winked.
"Perv," Irvine muttered. "But I guess you're right. Um, do you think I should ... I mean, this is kinda like our first date to me, you know?"
Selphie nodded. "I know. I guess."
Irvine though a moment and scrunched up his face. "I'm going back to the house I share with my boyfriend for our first date. There are so many moral dilemmas attached to that ..." He put him mug down and let the counter boy collect their used glasses.
"Do you think I should get him something?"
"What do you mean?" Selphie asked.
"Donno. A present. Flowers. Guys like flowers, yah? I like flowers; they're pretty. Does Squall like flowers?"
"You're the one supposed to know every nook and cranny of this boy, inside and out. But I think you give him something, anything, and he'll love it."
"Really?" Irvine blushed lightly. He stood to go pay for the coffees, but Selphie beat him to the counter. "My treat - you go get something for yer boy-toy."
"Don't call him that!"
"Boy-toy, boy-toy, boy-toy!" she teased.
Irvine stuck his tongue out at her and turned to the door. Before he got there though, he turned back around and wrapped Selphie in a big friendly hug.
"Thanks, Sephy," he said, lightly kissing the top of her head.
"Anytime." She hugged the boy back. "Now scoot!" she pushed Irvine toward the door. He grinned and left with a wave.
