Due to the many requests of my Live Journal friends... Here's part two!
Things had escalated during a short period of time. Both men were down to their underwear, Tidus in form-fitting hunter grey boxer briefs and Wakka in striking blitz ball print boxer shorts. Still in the red headed man's lap, Tidus gave a gentle push on Wakka's chest as he leaned to kiss him, feeling the electric shock of velvet lips and unshaven whiskers against his own face.
"Whoa, there brudda!" cried Wakka as he fell back off the bench and onto the floor, Tidus still on top of him. "You almost gave me a heart attack there, ya." The grin on the older man's face conveyed his lack of the literal meaning for his statement. It had simply been a joke.
"Yeah? Well maybe you should lay off the shoopuf rides and get into shape!" quipped the blonde teenager, laying his head on Wakka's chest, happy for the moment.
"You sure got a smart mouth for such a little boy," laughed the coach of the Besaid Aurochs. It seemed they would be trading insults today, for the eleventh time.
"I'm not little!" argued Tidus, flexing his right arm for emphasis.
With muscles like that, there's no way you're little, brudda, though Wakka. He pulled Tidus up his body slightly, doing his best not to shiver from the friction and kissed him. The kiss seemed to continue forever until Tidus broke away, laying his damp blonde head onto the curve where Wakka's neck met his shoulders.
He was breathing deeply, and coated with sweat. All that from a little kissing? He thought. You are a wimp... a crybaby... He was distracted, feeling the tanned, strong arms of his love on his bare back, but not feeling them at the same time. How can it be that I am here and yet I am not... he wondered, a slight worry in his head.
"You okay, brudda?" came a warm voice, a sound that the teen could hear resonating deep in Wakka's chest. So beautiful, the rhythm... The steady melody of your voice... It's like the warm summer rain falling onto my bare skin... The roar of a gentle crest coming into the shore...
Wakka noticed how his voice seemed to be putting the younger man to sleep. "I never knew I was such a lullaby, ya? So you're just gonna conk out on me? I gotta get you dressed and everything?" Warm brown eyes filled with mirth until they overflowed. "C'mon, let's get up and get you dressed..." He pushed on Tidus gently, raising him. Once he could wriggle out from under the boy, Wakka hoisted him up. "C'mon, brudda... You gotta get dressed. If we don't hurry, Lu's gonna have roast blitz players for dinner, ya?"
Tidus roused slightly, arms around Wakka, clinging to him as if clinging to life. "Not yet... Just a little longer," he pleaded, looking up from the older man's chest. His eyes seemed bigger than normal, and full of sorrowful want.
Why you're eyes, brudda... I can't resist those beauties, ya... "Okay, just a little longer. A little mind you," he said, his heart giving in. He sat on the bench again, bringing down the seventeen-year-old to once more perch on his lap.
Tidus rested a hand on Wakka's left breast, raising his chin to kiss the man.
"Wakka, Tidus... Are you alright?" A voice from the hall. A knock on the door.
Wakka froze. Yuna... She can't see us like this!
"Come in!" said Tidus, seemingly dazed by his experience.