A Love on the Sidelines
By: 4quintessence
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Square Enix, the fanfiction to me.
Pairing: CliffxFayt
Rating: R for this chapter only - Warning: Yaoi, please don't read if you don't like this, there is a mild sex scene.
Summary: We find out what happened to Fayt after he confessed his love for Cliff. Was he kidnapped? Or did he just run away? How will Cliff respond? The lemonaide begins back in their room as things get steamy and Fayt tries out some wacky foreplay ideas. Cliff then gets things going nicely...until something happens.
Note: This chapter is also all flashback to their first night together. Italics are thoughts or emphasis. Thanks for the review SpectralWings!
Chapter 3:
"Oh no!" Cliff cried out, a blue vein bulging in the middle of his forehead. Where did he go?
Leaving the empty room he rushed through the inn and out the door, not noticing the single velvety petal that floated lightly to the ground behind him, wondering where Fayt could have gone. Stepping out onto the street, he looked frantically left and right, pondering which way to go. What if something happened to him? Maybe he was kidnapped! And this time not by me! I shouldn't have left him like that. Forcing himself to focus, he decided to look by Ameena's house first. It was the only place that came to mind.
Sprinting along, the town turning to a blur through the gathering tide in his eyes, Cliff came to Ameena's street and slowed down, trying to remember which house she lived in. It's that one there with the flower pot out front...no wait maybe it's that one with the kooky door. But they were both dark inside, the occupants already in bed. He then heard the faintest whimper from farther down the street — another reason to be thankful for his enhanced Klausian hearing. Wiping a stubborn tear away from the groove beside his nose, Cliff quickly ambled down the cul-de-sac.
There was no one there! Just some barrels, crates, and a well. But the soft sound of sobbing still reached his ears so he moved closer to the crates...and at last found Fayt hiding behind a tall stack of them. He let out a huge sigh of relief, his tense shoulders loosening up. The dark thunderclouds that had amassed in his head broke up as the summer sun shone through once more.
"Fayt! There you are! Are you okay?"
Looking up from his wooden seat, Fayt's eyes were red and a bit swollen, but Cliff could tell he was happy to see him from the way they lit up when they met his own.
"Cliff...I feel so stupid. But I don't know what else to do. I'll understand if you don't want to travel with me anymore," he replied, biting the right side of his lower lip. The blue haired youth just then noticed the trickle of tears in his companion's eyes.
"Fayt don't say such things. I'm here to keep you safe. I'll always keep you safe. I've thought about what you said and…" the flushed blond revealed the flowers that were behind his back and handed them awkwardly to the young man. "...I mean I want to be there for you, always. I didn't realize it until now...but I love you too. I've never been...so happy around anyone else."
It was quite the sight to see the big tough Klausian shedding tears. Fayt had wondered if he ever cried. It was also quite the sight to see the bluenette's shock at his friend's confession. Eyes widened in excitement, he finally registered what this meant. "Wha…are you serious?" he mumbled rather loudly. The guy who bragged about attracting the ladies was choosing him? Fireworks of thought went off in his head as an enigmatic warmth spread throughout his body on this breezy evening.
Cliff nodded, unable to stop grinning. "Come 'ere you," he said, helping Fayt stand up on the crate so they were eye to eye and pressing a finger over his mouth. "That's enough talking for now." The blond's jaw muscles tensed and Fayt knew what was coming next as he leaned in closer. He had daydreamed of doing this for a long time and the ensuing taste of Cliff's lips were better than he ever imagined. They were full and soft and they interlocked with his own in impeccable harmony. Those sexy Klausian arms wrapped Fayt close, in an embrace that felt like home. The warmth flowed between them, hearts racing like they had just run a meandering marathon across Elicoor.
Fayt wasn't going to be the one finishing this fiery kiss. And so it went on, as he began to taste a tinge of liquor in his lover's mouth, a creamy caramel flavour that turned him on even more. He moved his free hand under Cliff's tight black shirt and followed the curves of his abs across his muscular stomach. In return, the blond slowly moved a hand down the arc of Fayt's back and stopped to affectionately grasp his posterior. Ooooh.
Finally, Cliff pulled back and Fayt leisurely opened his eyes. Looking past the Klausian's shoulder, he caught sight of a falling star, all alone, and thought I can't explain what you can't explain (Song by All-American Rejects, It Ends Tonight). Age didn't matter, their love was unconventional, yes, but far more courageous and true.
Fayt felt on top of the world.
"Let's head back ya big crybaby!" Cliff said, smiling devilishly.
"You're the one to talk, Mr. Eyes like a Waterfall!" Fayt retorted, elbowing him playfully in the side.
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Back in their cozy room at the inn, Cliff and Fayt sat down on their respective beds facing each other, both letting out immense sighs of relief.
"Are you still crying?!" Cliff suddenly exclaimed, as he noticed tears starting to well up again in his partner's left eye.
"No its just…"
"Yes, yes you are! Fayt 'Niagara Falls' Leingod! That's what I'm gonna call ya from now on!" the blond shot back, eyes smiling (A/N: yes, apparently Niagara Falls still exists).
"CLIFF!! I'm not crying, seriously! I just have an eyelash stuck in my eye!" the bluenette yelled at him, rolling his eyes and cringing as it hurt. "A little help please?"
"Oh...my bad."
The Klausian got up and proceeded to help ease the eyelash out of his eye, poking away — to warnings of 'be careful!' — until he had coaxed the annoyance to the side and out.
"So, now that you're all done crying, do you wanna…"
Fayt blushed like a field full of scarlet tulips. "Ya. I just can't believe this is happening. I mean, you're so handsome Cliff, and I'm so happy...down there…"
The blond immediately looked down at the other's lap, head tilted a little to the left like a dog being offered a treat.
"Well, while we're being honest," Cliff bellowed, "I might as well admit…..I'm as hard as a sapphire in a snowstorm!"
Initially shocked by the bluntness of this declaration, Fayt couldn't help but burst out laughing, so proud to have such a brilliant man all to himself. Receiving a shot of inspiration (he had seen his share of movies with romantic scenes and foreplay), he pulled his shirt off out of the blue — revealing a smooth stomach and sleek chest muscles — and went over to kneel behind the blond. Placing his hands over the other's tight shoulders he began to give an intense massage to a moaning Cliff.
"Ahhh, where'd you get such talented hands?"
"I've given my share of these over the years. You could call it the 'Leingod Special'," Fayt joked with a smirk. "Sophia enjoyed taking turns doing this when we were bored. How about you lie down now, I've got an idea."
This really piqued Cliff's interest and he was rather amused by Fayt trying so hard. He took his shirt off as well and lay down on the bed on his stomach, back muscles rippling as he stretched out.
Fayt suddenly jumped up, standing on the bed, and proceeded to walk all over Cliff's back, massaging with his toes.
"Oooh. Fayt what are ya doing? Ooomph. This all part of your routine?"
"Yup," he responded enthusiastically, stomping around and truly enjoying himself. "My dad used to ask me to walk on his back when I was little. Apparently it's good for getting out those deep knots."
Cliff was about to complain until he realized it actually felt really good. He thought of quipping back about how Fayt wasn't a kid anymore and probably weighed a lot more now, but chose not to because his sturdy Klausian back more than made up for that.
Abruptly stopping the massage, Fayt sat down beside his newfound love and crossed his arms as a concerted pout started creeping across his face.
"What's wrong kid? I thought you were just getting started?" Cliff asked, so comfortable he didn't move.
"I don't know what I'm doing Cliff. I've never done this before and I'm nervous…" The blond could clearly see that from Fayt's trembling hands and from the tone of his voice.
"Don't worry Fayt. You're doing just fine. After disappearing on me like that a massage is the perfect thing to help these tense muscles. No need to rush things."
"Okay thanks," the bluenette replied with relief. "I do actually have one more idea for a massage I've never tried before…", his eyes turning from worried to slightly inquisitive to downright determined. Before Cliff could respond Fayt repositioned himself so that he was right on top of the older man, straddling his back. This made him very excited, feeling the blond's body so close.
Bending down from his sitting position, Fayt began to work his hands across Cliff's back. He then paused momentarily…and proceeded to summon a lightning symbology in one hand! Making sure it was very weak, he directed the bit of electricity into his friend's back as he pushed his palms along the muscles.
"Owww!" Cliff whined, exaggerating how it felt and jerking his head around. "Geez...what was that? Trying to get revenge for that monster snowball I nailed ya with in Airyglyph?"
"No!" But then he thought that was a good reason to increase the intensity of the shock. "I remember hearing that a bit of electricity helps to ease the muscles, from college bio classes I think. It can't hurt that much Cliff, the spell was so faint."
"I guess it's kinda nice," the blond admitted. "Definitely something new, you should be a full-time inventor with all these crazy ideas you have," he teased.
After a few more minutes of this 'electrifying massage', Cliff decided it was time to try something else.
The Klausian wanted to give Fayt a little demonstration of what he was best at: showing off. Standing up in front of his buddy, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed with hands on his knees as if ready to watch a play, Cliff dropped his jet black pants and kicked off his shoes. Watching Fayt's eyes grow to the size of lemons, he finally took off his underwear and started flexing his biceps, right arm and then left. He had seen the kid staring at his bodybuilder frame and thought that this would probably be just what the doctor ordered.
Fayt almost came right there.
Calming himself with deep breaths and unable to find words, Fayt simply admired the close perfection of Cliff's body. He marvelled over the sculpted abs (a work of art) — kind of jealous that he didn't have any — , the toned chest, and he took a quick stare at the master showpiece, which was as remarkable as he had imagined. Looking upwards again he noticed Cliff's navy eyes…
"Hey Cliff, eyes on me!" Fayt ordered, chuckling. The blond was sneaking a glance past Fayt and admiring himself flexing his own muscles in the mirror on the wall behind the bluenette.
"They are…"
"Liar! You lie like a rug! But that's okay. I'd be doing the same. But just in case you need something more to look at…"
Fayt proceeded to unceremoniously strip naked, wrapping his arms around his stomach to make himself feel less embarrassed and exposed. The room was comfortably warm but teeny goose bumps still managed to rise up across his skin, spreading like a wave from one shore to the other.
"Looks like ya need some warmin' up!" The blond stormed towards Fayt and enveloped him in a loving embrace. They both fell over on the bed, bodies touching, skin rubbing together as if to incite a fire within them.
"This feels so right," Cliff moaned, running a hand through his partner's blue hair. Fayt was now tracing an index finger around Cliff's smooth nipple, making it become erect and eerily pleasurable from the cool touch.
This intimate moment — lying on his side facing his love — got Fayt to thinking. Was this all too good to be true? The man he had longed for was now his yet he couldn't shake thoughts of the future...of the possibility of losing him…of everything he had disappearing. His doubts didn't last long.
"Fayt, this is all new to me too. Don't cha worry though. This is forever, I can feel it. That promise to protect you — it's extended to include this love." Just what he wanted to hear.
"I'll lead ya through this 'kay? We'll take it slow?" The blond was affectionately holding Fayt's chin and cheek in his hand, rubbing soothingly.
"Uh huh. Please," the young man responded, negative thoughts evaporating as dew by the morning sun.
"You just sit back and relax then…"
Cliff gently turned Fayt on his back and slipped down towards the end of the bed in order to lie on his stomach in front of Fayt's package. The bluenette instinctively closed his eyes, bewildered (and pleased) at how tender the blond was towards him. He had always imagined Cliff as being rough in bed, but then again he was known for portraying a gruff, boorish image which hid his true smarts and how caring he really was.
Fayt was excited and it showed. He finally felt the warm, tingling sensation of Cliff's mouth over his cock and he let out a small gasp, enjoying the new experience.
Cliff paused for a second. "You okay, kid?"
"Ya...It feels really good. Don't stop," he groaned.
Grinning mischievously, the Klausian continued his work, bobbing up and down like his life depended on it. Fayt arced his neck back on the sweet-smelling pillow as little beads of sweat started gathering on his face and matting up his hair. He stuck his tongue out, curving it upwards to lick his upper lip as he savoured the pleasure of Cliff's mouth over his member. Alternating between licking it all over, sucking, and gentle kissing, Cliff casually twisted a finger around the little line of stomach hair that ran from Fayt's waist up past his belly button, curling and caressing it. His other hand lay peacefully on the bluenette's stomach, softly stroking in circles every once in a while, such close touch so welcome to an oft lonely Fayt.
Urging his hips upwards, the young one implicitly told his beloved to take him deeper. This only made him groan louder and turn his head back and forth at each motion Cliff made as he held the bed sheets tightly in one hand and rested the other on the back of Cliff's head. With this hand he carefully massaged the golden locks as one would a pet's ears and intermittently directed the man's head downwards.
Fayt's breaths began to deepen as Cliff's smooth tongue worked up and down his dick, wonderful lips sliding along the sensitive areas and over bulging veins. Signalling it was time to change things up before he came, Cliff started pulling away and suddenly Fayt's breaths stopped completely.
There was a knock at the door. Starting to feel that awful sensation of being interrupted in the middle of something really good, he could see Cliff start to say something but stopped him by going 'shhh shhh', giggling as he did because the blond was tickling his sides at the same time.
Then they heard a voice…
TO BE CONTINUED! (A/N: HAHAHA!! I'm so evil ;D)