Sorry the updates are taking so long. I write in a spiral notebook and then I type it up with editing on my computer but that a long process, but I hope the updates will come faster. I just started a new job so bear with me please. This story is probably on of my most fun stories I've ever written.
blah - announcements
"blah" – speaking
'blah' - thoughts
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sad really.
Airplane Revelations
"Ah, vacation at last!" Zell say excitedly walking backwards down the terminal.
"It's about damn time too. I've waited almost two years for a two week vacation because our oh-so-fearless commander likes to work us to death." Seifer teases, winking at Squall.
"What the hell? Whatever Seifer. It took you two years to earn a two week vacation." Squall shakes his head a fake regret.
"Aw, come on ya'll. Let's not ruin this vacation with your bickering." Irvine pleads with a slight frown on his face.
"Come on, Cowboy! You know me. I can't make it five minutes without a bit of sarcasm and teasing of Squally-boy here."
Squall levels a glare on Seifer that could kill a T-Rexaur in a moment and flips him off. Arriving at the entrance to the plane, Zell turns himself around so he wouldn't embarrass himself anymore by tripping and falling again. As soon as Zell and Irvine step onto the plane, Squall looks up at Seifer, who happens to be looking at him, and smirks knowingly at the tall blonde, completely ignoring the insult exchange earlier. It was just an act of course. Seifer winks at the brunette and licks his lips seductively almost causing said brunette's knees to buckle.
'Hyne Seifer just oozes of lust and sex. And he loves me too. How did I get so lucky to have the most handsome I've ever seen wanting to be with me with his muscular chest, ripped stomach, the nicest ass in all of Garden?' Feeling tightness in his pants, Squall realizes that the entire plane can see his hard-on. 'Well fuck me. How can he have such a strong effect on me? He's not even touching me. Fucking amazing.'
"Squall? You ok?" Irvine stands in front of the short gunbladist waving a hand in front of his face.
Shaking himself out of the trance he had been in, Squall refocuses his eyes on the redhead. "Huh?"
"You were just kind of standing there in you little own world."
"Oh, I was just thinking. Sorry."
"But you were blushing."
"No I wasn't."
"Yeah you were."
"Whatever", Squall folds his arms across his chest, pouting slightly.
Seifer nudges Squall in the back. "Brat."
Zell whips around to get Irvine's attention. "Hey Irvine, what cabin room are we in?"
Irvine narrows his eyes at Seifer and Squall. 'There's something suspicious going on.' Feeling Zell nudging him, he snaps back into the real world. "Um...that would be..." Irvine looks at the ticket in his hand, searching for the answer. "C-1"
The four young men walk slowly down the single aisle towards the front of the plane. In the first class cabin there are four enclosed rooms running down the right side of the plane. There is an isle on the left where the doors to the rooms are located.
Zell is the first to step into the cabin; it's simply decorated with fabric cream in color. There are two pairs of chairs, facing each other; a fold down armrest connects each set of chairs. A fold down table rests against the wall awaiting use.
Zell slides into one of the window seats with Irvine close behind him. Squall and Seifer sit opposite of them on the right side. Squall sits in the seat closer to the window while Seifer takes the last seat beside Squall. Squall pulls his mp3 player and headphones out of his backpack, preparing for the 3 hour ride to Esthar. With each move he makes, the brunette brushes against Seifer's hot skin, enticing his body into a very undesirable state at the moment.
"Here's the deal Zell and Irvine, no sex in here. At least, not while I'm conscious." Squall can hear the smirk in Seifer's voice.
Squall almost laughs at Zell's reaction to the statement. The diminutive blonde is turning a shade of crimson that almost matches Fuujin's eye.
"You were planning on it! Holy shit!"
Zell opens and closes his mouth rapidly before becoming angry and firmly saying sheepishly, "No."
"Now, now Zell. Don't lie. You know you were looking forward to playtime." Irvine drawls sleepily, resting his head on the headrest. He lifts his head and sweeps the small room with his eyes. "Don't these rooms come with blankets or something?"
"I believe you can ask the flight attendant for one." Squall replies, checking his backpack for something. He looks over to Seifer and sort of smirks at him before turning back to look at Irvine. "How many blankets do we need? I was going to ask for one myself because I like to sleep under something."
Seifer is obviously amused by the 'sleep under something' statement Squall just said because he sort of snickers under his breath. But not quiet enough because Squall elbows him hard in the ribs causing the blonde gunblader to make an "oomph" sound.
"I think Irvine and I could use a couple." Zell says intertwining his fingers with Irvine's.
"I'd like one too. I wouldn't want you to see me jacking off!" Laughing loudly, Seifer holds his stomach trying to contain his laughter.
Zell's face turns a lovely violet color. Holding his ears closed, he begins shaking his head vigorously. "Aw, man. I didn't want to hear that." Suddenly, he acts like he's gagging. "SHIT! Now I have images in my head. Irvine, kiss me babe. Kiss those disturbing images out of my head!"
Squall sits quietly in his seat, watching Irvine hold down Zell and kiss. Squall's attention then turns to Seifer, who's laughing at them. 'How in the world did I end up with the tactless bastard? Even then, the image of Seifer jacking off is hot; his hands running up his body, his muscles bulging with every movement. Oh Hyne, he exudes sex and love.'
"Squall?"
"Huh?" Squall snaps out of his thoughts to find his friends staring at him, questioningly.
"Squall? Are you alright?" Irvine quizzically asks.
"Uh...yeah. Why?" The brunette scowls infinitesimally.
"Dude, you just sort of spaced out and then you turned red. I thought you were going to have a seizure or something." Zell says with a hint of relief in his voice.
"I was just thinking about...stuff." He gives a quick sideward glance to Seifer, whose hands are clasped together behind his head, looking quite relaxed.
"Don't be having little sexual fantasies about me. I can't help that I am a sex god."
Squall simply rolls his eyes and with a smirk on his face, says "Fuck you." Suddenly the flight attendant came over the speaker.
"Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for flying Esthar air. We ask that you turn all electronic devices off until we are in flight." The preflight announcements continue as the plane taxis down the runway. The SeeDs all buckle up and situate themselves, ready for take-off.
As the plane's wheels takes off, Zell holds his arms up in victory. "Two week vacation, here we come!"
"Calm down darling. I know you're excited." Irvine wraps an arm around Zell's shoulders, kissing him on the temple. Zell smiles up at the redhead lovingly.
Squall presses the flight attendant call button. Within moments, knock come at the door. Seifer slides it open.
"How can I help you?" The black flight attendant asks.
"Could we get four blankets and...what types of drinks do you serve?"
"Yes sir. We have fruit juices, soda, water, coffee, teas, and alcoholic beverages."
"Do you have apple juice?"
"Yes we do. Would like to order some?"
Squall looks thoughtful for a moment and replies with a nod. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?" Squall aims his question towards his friends
"I would like an orange juice please", Irvine orders.
"Could I get a cranberry juice?" the hyperactive blonde bounces in his seat.
"Damn. No wonder you have a lot of energy, Chickie." Seifer sarcastically comments. "Do you have chocolate milk?"
"Yes we do. I make it personally for you." The flight attendant winks an eye at Seifer who merely scowls a bit, causing Squall to chuckle under his breath.
"Geez. Thanks." She nods and walks off; Seifer closes the door.
"Way to be Seifer. I think she likes you." Zell teases.
"Yeah, well, she can go fuck herself. I ain't interested." Seifer folds his arms across his chest in a huff.
"Why is that?" Squall looks expectantly at Seifer, waiting for the answer to the seemingly simple question. Knowing the question isn't as simple as it seems, Seifer decides to retaliate against Squall for putting him on the spot.
Seifer shoots Squall a smothering death glare, but answers the question rather cleverly. "I'm not interested in her because", Seifer turns himself and looks Squall in the eye with a mischievous glint in his eye, using the back of his hand to pet Squall's cheek lovingly, "I would rather have you, Squall."
The brunette smirks to himself before he swats Seifer's hand away. He glares the scarred blonde telling him to 'fuck off, or you'll pay for this later'. Seifer feigns hurt and Irvine and Zell chuckle, amused.
"Dude, you're off. There's no way Squall would want you." Zell snuggles up against Irvine's chest.
Seifer simply smirks, evilly and Squall nearly chokes on air.
A knock at the door interrupts Seifer's response to Zell. He opens the door to find the flight attendant struggling to balance the tray of drinks in one hand and the stack of blankets in the other. Seifer, being the gentleman he is, takes the blankets from her so she could give everyone their drink orders without spilling them.
Squall watches his boyfriend help the young lady, thinking how much he's changed. Seifer in the past three years has grown from the overbearing bully to the now nice and polite gentleman he is. To Squall, that makes Seifer shine brighter in his eyes.
The flight attendant furnishes drinks to the SeeDs with a bright smile and a "Here you go sir."
"Thank you – uh...what's your name, darling?" Irvine inquires.
"Cyan."
"Hello Cyan, thank you. You have been a great help."
Cyan blushing and stutters he next sentence out. "Have a nice flight, gentlemen. Just push the button if you need me." She slides the door close behind her as she leaves.
"What the hell, Irvine? You flirted with her in front of me!" Zell pushes off of Irvine, pouting.
"You're so cute when you pout, BUT I wasn't flirting with her. It's called being a gentleman." Irvine frowns at the accusation.
Zell contemplates Irvine's reasoning before wrapping his arms around his neck and coming in close to the point that their lips almost touch. "Like hell, you were." Zell swiftly attacks Irvine's lips with his own. Moaning softly, Irvine breaks the passionate kiss.
"I'm going to have to make you jealous more often if every time you do that!" Irvine releases the tattooed blond reluctantly to drink his orange juice.
The young men sip their drinks in silence as they listen to the soft rumble of the engines.
Zell slams his empty glass on the table, making enough racket to wake up people in thee economy class. Yawning, he stretches his arms above his head. "Hey babe, you tired?"
Irvine raises an eyebrow at Zell. "A little. Why?"
Zell blushes slightly at the question he's about to ask because he knows it sounds a bit childish and it will really take away from his rogue image. Plus, he would never hear the end of it from Seifer. Before he can get the request out, Seifer interjects.
"Awww! Does Zelly want to cuddle while he sleeps?"
"Shove it, bitch!" Zell turns an unusual shade of red in embarrassed anger. 'And so it begins.'
"Come here Zell, honey. You need a hug before your head explodes." Irvine pulls Zell close to him in an attempt to calm him down. The redhead whispers comforting words into the spiked blonde's ear while rubbing small circles on his lower back.
Squall watches this sweet exchange in amazement and envy. He begins wondering if Seifer and he would become that lovey-dovey crap that Irvine and Zell are. He knows it's not in their nature but who knows what love will do to you?
"What are you smiling about, Squall?" Seifer asks, fighting the urge to put his arm around his lover.
"They're cute." Squall's eyes are still trained on the now dozing couple across from him. Slowly, he creeps his hand towards Seifer's on the armrest, intertwining their fingers; Seifer notices the lecherous grin on Squall's face.
Subtly, stroking his thumb gently on the back of Squall's hand, Seifer smirks at Squall. "What are you thinking?"
Squall's voice is low and husky with need, want. "We should wake them up in an hour."
Seifer bites his lower lip to keep what could be a moan from escaping. "And how should we go about doing that?" Seifer returns Squall's lecherous gaze, moving closer to the brunette.
"I have an idea that you would most definitely like." Squall winks a grayish eye at Seifer.
Seifer leans down and captures Squall's lips in a heated kiss, Squall groaning at the passion of the kiss. Seifer's hand moves up the brunette's inner thigh until Squall stops his hand before reaching his arousal.
"Hyne if we don't stop now, we won't make it for when we wake up the sleeping beauties." Squall breathes against Seifer's lips, embracing his lovely blonde.
"But I want you so bad." Seifer whines pitifully, faux pouting. Squall can't resist and nips at the bottom lip sticking out. Seifer takes advantage of the nipping and sucks Squall into another searing kiss.
After another few moments, Squall reluctantly pulls away from Seifer. "Save it, It'll be...well worth it." Seifer pouts even more.
"Whatever you say; just don't expect me to stop when we wake them up."
"I won't be able to." Squall says running his hand up and down Seifer's forearm.
"Good. Well then I'm going to go to sleep so I am at full energy for later." Seifer looks thoughtful for a moment and then continues with a lecherously mischievous grin on his face. "Wake me up in an hour, and then we'll have...a little bit of fun, ok?" Squall nods with a tiny smile flashing across his across.
Yawning, Seifer stretches his arms above his head, lets them fall around Squall's shoulders, and pulls him in for a soft, sensual kiss. "Good morning." Squall sits panting as Seifer removes his arms around Squall and falls asleep.
'Good morning to you too.'Squall slips his headphones onto his head and sits back into total relaxation and anticipation for later.
One hour later...
Squall looks at his watch; realizing its time to wake Seifer up, he takes his headphones off and puts them away in his shoulder bag. Looking over at Seifer and pulling the blanket off of him, he ghosts his hand up the blonde's taut chest, letting the heat of his hand cause a shiver down Seifer's spine. Lightly tracing his finger across the bottom hem of the green-striped shirt, Squall leans up and brushes his lips across Seifer's neck.
Seifer rolls his head towards Squall's lips with a small hitch of breath. The blonde gunbladist cracks an eye open to find Squall looking up at him with lust and love in his stormy eyes.
"Wake up, it's time." Squall whispers breathlessly into Seifer's ear.
"Time for what?" Seifer says in his sleep-confused haze.
Squall places his hand on the blonde's muscular chest, kissing his chest Squall responds very quietly. "We've got to wake up Zell and Irvine, remember?"
Seifer blinks dumbly for a moment before he remembers what they're talking about. In the instant he remembers, he sweeps Squall into his arms and passionately kisses the brunette, running his hand up and down Squall's back.
Nipping at Seifer's ear, Squall bites back a moan as the blonde runs his hands over a very sensitive spot on his back. "I want you." Feeling rather uncomfortable from twisting in his seat, Squall gracefully throws a leg over Seifer's lap and straddles him with a kiss to rival all kisses.
Seifer groans into Squall's mouth, moving his hands to rest on Squall's ass. "Hyne I want you too." Seifer runs his hands under Squall's shirt to get skin on skin contact that they otherwise could not have. He squeezes Squall's nipples through, making the brunette arch against the blonde's chest.
Squall, gasping with pleasure, puts his arms around Seifer's neck, kissing him as he involuntarily thrusts his hips against the blonde's. "We can't do that here, not in front of them."
"You're right. You'd be too loud." Seifer teases, licking at Squall's lips.
"Whatever; just kiss me asshole." With that said, Seifer pulls Squall in for another heated kiss. The blonde nearly moans Squall's name as the brunette thrusts his hips against, causing friction between their arousals.
Having been in only one relationship, an unloving one at that, Seifer has never felt this way about anyone or felt this pleasure either. Reveling in the heat of Squall's mouth, Seifer explores the moist cavern that is now his, tasting and enjoying Squall.
As the kiss deepens, Seifer thrusts up against Squall, making the brunette loudly gasp into the other's mouth. Seifer scoots closer to the center of the two seats so Squall has more leg room as he is straddling the blonde. He kisses said brunette, running his fingers through the soft chocolate hair with Squall thrusting instinctually against the blonde, hands pushing up the green shirt.
"I want to touch you." Squall whimpers against Seifer's neck as the blonde nibbles at his shoulder. Running his fingers through short, blonde hair, Squall suddenly licks the tall blonde's ear.
"Ah, FUCK!" Seifer suddenly cries, biting his bottom lip, trying to suppress anymore noises to come from him. The lithe brunette continues to attack the blonde's ear with a very warm, moist tongue, almost to the point that Seifer is hissing his approval of the tongue movement.
"Don't hold back; we ARE trying to wake up our friends." Squall smirk at Seifer, lips hover over the blondes.
"I wonder if these cabins are soundproof." Seifer absently wonders as he pushes Squall shirt up to his neck. Flicking his tongue, he begins teasing a hard nipple, swirling his tongue around it.
"Ahhh, shit, Nngh. I don't think so", says Squall, gyrating on the taller man's lap.
"Fuck it!" Seifer grabs Squall's hips and holds him down for climax prevention. "You don't want to me to come before they wake up, huh?" Seifer breathlessly says against Squall's cheek, taking in the natural smell of the brunette like he is sniffing a beautiful flower.
"No. I want us to come together." Seifer blinks Squall. "I think it makes the orgasm a bit more intense and intimate."
With a nod of understanding, Seifer kisses the brunette once again as his hands rub Squall's erection through his jeans. "You're so hot." Seifer tugs at the buttons of Squall's button-fly jeans, earning a low growl from deep within the brunette's throat. "I may not get to have you the way I want you, right now, but I am going to make you moan my name."
"Is that so?" Squall unbuttons the blonde's shorts and unzips the fly. "Well", Squall takes grasp of Seifer large erection, "I want you to scream my naAAME!" Squall all but yells as Seifer grabs hold of Squall's pulsating member with a strong hand, freeing it from the confines of the jeans. While being stroked, Squall thrusts into the warm, calloused hand for perfect friction.
Squall strokes Seifer's arousal, squeezing and milking the pre-cum from it. Squall looks into Seifer's face to see a smirk slowly growing on the blonde.
"It looks like Zell is waking up." Seifer strokes Squall a bit faster after feeling Squall speeding up. Squall rest his forehead on Seifer's shoulder, breathing hard and fast as he feels the familiar burning pressure in his groin.
Seifer is constantly thrusting up against Squall when an idea comes to his head. The blonde removes their hands from each other and wraps Squall's arms around his neck. Squall looks at him like he's lost his mind for stopping the inevitable and intense orgasm they were about to have. At least until Seifer rubs their erections together; Seifer wraps his large hand around their erections and begins thrusting against Squall once again.
"AH! Hyne, oh...AH! So good!" Squall thrusts back against Seifer, bringing the intensity level higher than before.
Zell's eyes pop open as he hears Squall quiet mumblings. "What's going – Squall? Seifer? WHAT THE FUCK!" Zell scrambles backwards in his seat into Irvine's lap, waking up the redhead in the process of getting away.
Irvine is jostled awake by the flailing Zell and looks at him angrily. "What the hell are you doing, Zell?" Following Zell's gaze and the erotic breathing, Irvine sees the couple and exclaims, "Holy fuck!"
At that moment, Squall bucks against Seifer and cries "Seifer" in mind-blowing orgasm, fisting at the blonde's hair with white-knuckled fists, spilling his seed onto Seifer's hand and stomach. Seifer reaches his orgasm watching Squall come, hollering "Squall", and spilling his essence on his own hand and Squall's stomach. He continues to milk their softening erections as orgasmic spasms keep running through their bodies.
Squall crashes his lips onto Seifer's for a tired, lazy kiss. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had", Squall whispers tiredly in Seifer's ear. Seifer takes a napkin that came with their drinks earlier and cleans them up quickly. Before he could tuck his softened member back into his shorts Squall pulls him into a hug in desperate need of closeness. They rest like that for a few moments catching their breath.
"Excuse me, guy? What are you fucking doing?" Zell says rather annoyed.
"I believe we just jacked each other off." Seifer answers as if he is casually giving facts from a newspaper article. Squall tucks himself back into his jeans releasing Seifer.
"Wow, such tact Seifer. You have such a way with words." Squall snorts at the tall blonde. Seifer smirks as he tucks himself back into his shorts.
"Thank you Squall; I practiced just for you."
"Prick", Squall says under his breath.
"Wha- What- Wh-? Zell stutters in his panic. Squall fixes his clothes and pulls down Seifer's shirt, fixing his clothes too.
Seifer peers around the brunette on his lap and smirks at Zell who is almost purple from lack of oxygen. "Spit it out, Chickie!"
"What the fuck is going on here?" Zell finally manages to get out of his mouth in his apparent shock. Irvine is holding tightly to Zell's waist as if the world were ending. He could see Squall and Seifer as a couple, but waking up to them jacking each other off, not to mention watching his former crush have an orgasm is something he wouldn't have EVER imagined.
Squall turns around on Seifer's lap and chuckles lightly. "Seifer and I are a couple now."
"And I've got you", Seifer points directly at Zell, "to thank."
Zell visibly stops breathing. Irvine pinches Zell's ass to get him to come out of shock. Zell jumps off of Irvine with a yelp or pain. Irvine rubs the sleep out of his eyes and holds tightly to Zell's hand to make sure the short blonde doesn't run screaming from the cabin. "So, how and when did it happen?" He says pulling Zell into his side wrapping an arm around the spiky-haired blonde.
"Do you remember last night, when Seifer kissed me when I got off the phone? You remember your silly little prank." It wasn't a question. "Anyways, on the ride to the hotel, we had a talk to understand the real motive of the kiss."
Seifer wraps his arms around Squall, hugging him to his chest. "I wanted to kiss him; ever since we were at the orphanage. I don't know how my wanting to be with him somehow got translated into a bitter rivalry. I think it has something to do with how Squally here stopped communicating with me when Sis left. But since we've been living together as roommates, he opened up when he was with...her. Then when she left, he and I, I guess, became like best friends but with something underlying in the 'friend' relationship."
"When he kissed me last night, I finally understood why he was so angry at me. He couldn't have me when we were young because I was too distant from everything, and then the whole Ultimecia thing, and then her. I noticed that when she left, he was much happier and kinder. I think I've always liked him in that way, but I had lost myself for so long. Last night, when he kissed me, he put so much emotion into that kiss; I knew it wasn't just a prank to him. He was saying he loved me." Squall rubs Seifer's forearm as the blonde leans his head against his back.
"And I love him. You know, it actually feels like we've been together as a couple since she left because we always did everything together and even bickered like a married couple." He kisses the back of Squall's neck, and, in turn, Squall smiles looking over his shoulder at the tall gunbladist.
"What is Laguna going to think?" Zell asks running his hand up and down Irvine's thigh.
"I don't think he's going to care. Knowing his happy disposition, he'll be happy because I'm happy, though he could be a little upset that there won't be any grandchildren for him." The brunette breathes deeply as Seifer runs a finger up and down his spine.
"I think Laguna is pretty open-minded about homosexuality..."Irvine kind of fades at the end of his sentence and looks away sheepishly.
"No doubt. I think he's gay himself. No man can be that masculine and pretty and NOT be gay. That's what I think about Squally here." Squall looks at Seifer with glare concern and disbelief; silence what anyone might have said.
A silence falls upon the group until a knock comes from the door. Seifer slides the door open to find a Cyan, the flight attendant from earlier in the flight, standing there. She looks at the new position Squall and Seifer at in and blushing furiously.
"Hello. I...I was just wondering if you needed anything?" She can't meet the eyes of any of the SeeDs so she stares at the ground as if her shoes were going to walk away with her still in them.
"Actually, could we get 4 bottles of water, please? And also, how much time until we arrive in Esthar?" asks Squall, no climbing off Seifer's lap to sit in his own seat.
"Um...there's another hour until we get to Esthar." She turns to her cart and pulls 4 water bottles and hands them to Seifer.
"Thank you, Cyan." Squall states trying to hold back a yawn.
"You're welcome. Please, enjoy your flight." Cyan gives her best smile and closes the door as she leaves.
Irvine sits up and gets his water bottle, twisting the cap off, and takes a quick sip. "So was your 'intimate moment' earlier a revenge for the prank last night?"
Squall smirks around his water. "Yes and no. It was my idea to wake you up so we could show you our new relationship, but I think we may have gotten a little carried away because we want each other so much." Squall closes his water and runs it up Seifer's arm, leaving a trail of condensation on his arm. Seifer, who was already starting at Squall, blinks slowly and narrows his eyes at Squall.
"Unless you want me to strip you down and take you here in front of them, I suggest you don't tease me." Seifer says through gritted teeth, and Squall just stares at him with lust-filled eyes.
Suddenly Squall yawns, "We have an hour left in this flight, huh? I think I'll take a nap until we get there."
"Alright, Squally."
"Don't call me Squally."
Curling into a ball in his seat, Squall rests his head on Seifer's lap. Seifer just smiles down at the brunette, reminding him of a cat with all his graceful movement. Seifer runs his long fingers through Squall's hair and the brunette dozes off. Seifer eventually follows soon after, hand still in chocolate locks.
Irvine and Zell are still in a state of shock until Zell makes a good observation. "In my years of knowing those two, I've never seen them genuinely happy like this. Squall wasn't that happy with Rinoa. I could see it."
Irvine kisses Zell chastely on the lips. "Well it's nice that we're all happy for once. They deserve it. We all deserve it."
Zell looks into Irvine's eyes lovingly. "Love you."
"Love you too. Now let's go back to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us."
"Mmmm...You know what?" Zell says settling in beside the redhead, hands intertwined, head resting on shoulder. "They are so hot together. I'm sure, when they have sex, steam will be coming from them."
"Zell! You're probably right, but let's go to sleep now." Irvine wraps his arm around Zell and the fall asleep once again, and hopefully no surprise interruptions.
Forty-five minutes later...
Hello ladies and gentlemen, please put on your seat belts as we are about to land at Loire International Airport in approximately 20 minutes. Thank you.
Irvine is the first to stir at the announcement, fluttering his eyes open; he finds the two gunbladist snuggled together under a blanket.
Irvine wakes Zell by shaking him gently. "Hey babe, time to wake up."
Zell slowly opens his eyes and focuses on Irvine's face. "Hey baby, are we there yet?" he says in a raspy baritone voice.
"Almost, we have been commanded to put on our seatbelts."
Zell rubs his eyes in an attempt to clear them of sleep haze. "Are Squall and Seifer awake yet?"
"Not yet, I was just about to wake them up, but I want to take a picture of them sleeping. They are too cute." Pulling his digital camera from his bag, Irvine snaps a quick pick of the sleeping pair.
"They are cute." Zell yawns.
Irvine sticks his foot out and puts it on Seifer's knee. Pushing repeatedly on it, he awakens the blonde gunbladist. "Seifer, wake up. We're almost there; you need to put on your seatbelts."
Seifer kicks at Irvine who just laughs. "Quit kicking me, cowboy." He then turns to Squall. Hey PB, time to wake up." Squall stirs in his curled up position.
"PB. What the fuck?" he exclaims tiredly. It is at that moment when Squall was talking, that Seifer realized the brunette's voice went straight to his groin. He just smirks as the brunette glares at him.
"You know my old nice name for you, puberty boy. I just shortened it to PB."
"You call me any version of Puberty Boy, I will never sleep with you again."
Seifer's smirk immediately falls into a look of horror. "Hey I was just trying to come up with a pet name for you. As much as I like your name, I want a pet name for you; something for me, and only me, to call you."
Squall puts his hands on either side of Seifer's face and stared him dead in the eye. "I love you..."
"Awwww!" Irvine and Zell chime in.
"Shut up!" The gunbladers say in unison, shutting the other couple up instantly.
"I love you, but sometimes you're an idiot." Squall says gently slapping the blonde's cheeks.
Zell can't help but laugh out loud; Irvine tries to save the tattooed blonde's life by clasping his hand over the fanged mouth.
"That's not very nice, Squally-poo." Seifer grins like a madman, knowing he's going to be in a lot of trouble.
"Seifer..." Squall warns.
"Hey Seifer, how about Ice Princess?" Zell says after biting Irvine's hand.
"That kind of has a nice ring to it." Seifer looks thoughtful about the newest suggestion.
"Seifer, obviously you don't get the enormity of my promise. Nothing sexual, at all." Squall grins like the Cheshire Cat at the blonde.
"Holy fuck, Squall! Do you know how creepy you look with a smile that big? It's quite unnerving." Irvine drawls slowly.
"Thanks, I think?"
Seifer then starts in again with the pet names and Squall knows Seifer won't survive the rest of the flight if he continues. "Well, what about sweet cheeks?"
That is it for Squall; no more sex for Seifer, ever. "Are you fucking insane? You must be. Call me Squall, babe, Leon, Leonhart, Lionhart, anything that's not...ludicrous!"
"Damn Squall, you don't have to get so angry." Zell says a little concerned for Seifer's life.
"Yeah, but you don't have someone trying to call you 'sweet cheeks' as a pet name!"
"That's true." Zell agrees.
Seifer cannot help but chuckle at Squall's facial expression. He's sitting in his seat, arms folded across his chest, bottom lip sticking out in the cutest pout according to Seifer. He chuckles until Squall punches him hard in the arm.
Rubbing his arm, he stops chuckling, but he can't seem to wipe the smile off his face. "I'm sorry, Squall, you are too...dare I say cute?"
"No", deadpans Squall.
"Fuckable. Sexy when you pout like that." Seifer closes in on Squall's lips slowly as he continues speaking, but speaking low enough for only the brunette. "You make me want to hold you in my arms, run my finger through your soft hair", he hisses in arousal, now hovering over Squall's lips, "run my hands over your soft skin and hard muscles. I want to lick your nipple until they can't get any harder." Squall's breathing is picking up with what Seifer's saying. The tall blonde runs his hand up the short brunette's thigh, causing him to squirm slightly. "I want to run my hand down your hard, flat stomach, and finally reaching one of my favorite spots to touch on you." He lightly grazes over the younger gunbladist's now fully erect member then to run his hand back his torso and stops at his cheek.
Squall breathing is very deep and slow, as if he's using all his power to control it. "You, Seifer, are a clever and arrogant idiot, but", Squall grabs Seifer by his collar, "you are my clever and arrogant idiot." With that said, Squall closes the miniscule gap between their lips, locking them in a kiss of excitement. Their tongues dance around each other like a tango until...
A cough interrupts their now deepening kiss.
"Excuse me. I don't think Zell and I want a replay of your...alarm, as hot as it may have been."
Squall wipes his lips with the back of his hand, likewise Seifer. "Sorry" was the only thing to leave Squall's mouth as he looks sheepishly out of his window.
"Hyne, Seifer, what did you tell him to make him go from killing you to almost eating you via mouth?"
"No need to be form, Irvine." Irvine flips off Seifer. "I just told him what I was going to do to him once we get into our room at the palace, mostly to rouse him a bit."
Squall blushes a dark red before crossing his legs, hiding his erection.
Both Zell and Irvine "Oooh" in understanding.
"Thanks Seifer." Squall sarcastically states before adding underneath his breath and pouting a little "Prick".
Thank you passengers for flying with Esthar International. We have just arrived at Loire International Airport. Please remain sitting until the plane comes to a complete stop. After stopping please gather all of you belongings and exit by row through the door at the front of the plane. Thank you and have a nice day.
We've already arrived? That was quick. I would have thought it would have taken longer", Zell shrugs.
"Squall, I hope you are good to move, you too Seifer. After all, the President of Esthar, also known as your father, is going to be meeting us at the terminal."
"Ah, well, fuck me." Squall exasperates under his breath.
"Don't worry, I will."
"You aren't going to make it easy for me, are you?" That really wasn't a question either because Seifer just smirks.
"Hey I'm in the same predicament as you. I now have to either give reason for why I'm not shaking his hand or why both of us are covering our erections. I don't think that's how you want to let your father know about us."
"True. Let's get ourselves under control and try not to embarrass each other."
"Sounds great", Seifer says, ruffling Squall's hair.
"Damn it!"
First class cabins may now exit the plane. Have a nice day.
"Well that's us. Let's go", says Squall.
The four men exit the cabin, Irvine holding Zell's hand and the two gunbladist using their carry-on bags for cover. Going through the door, a blanket of light enfolds them. Moving forward blindly, they continue walking. As their eyes become more adapted to the sunlight, a familiar voice can be heard as they near the end of the terminal.
"Squall!" Squall sees Laguna waving like a madman trying to get his attention. Squall would never admit it to anyone else, but he really like Laguna a lot, though he may seem to be embarrassing sometimes. To Squall, its worth it to have someone who is enthusiastic to see him and love him unconditionally. He almost broke down into tears at his next thought.
'Now I have to people, Seifer and Laguna.'
"Hey Dad!" Squall waves back. Laguna bounds forward and pounces on Squall, causing him to drop the carry-on bag. Laguna pulls him into a big hug before Squall could protest.
"Squall, it's so nice to see – Ooo!" Laguna's eyebrows raise and his eyes get as big as saucers, feeling something hard digging into his thigh.
"Fuck." The Squall promptly passes out.
TBC...