Keeping You My Secret, Part Two
By:fantasyfaery (Paradox)
Seifer/Squall
Lemon, Angst, Eventual Fluff
Info: I haven't been working on this series as hard as I should have, but I'm kinda completely involved with Born and Bred. Hopefully I can finish it rather quickly being as I am so focused on it.
Warning for this chapter: Some mention of sexual fantasies, and a little bit of masturbation. Hormonal teenage stuff. Please do not read if this disturbs you.
Summary: Squall finally joins Seifer at Balamb Garden, but doesn't remember any of the guys. Seifer is determined to make him remember.
Ages:Seifer is 14, Squall is 12
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters just manipulating them to suit my purposes. Oh, yeah, and I'm not making any money, just getting my kicks.
Keeping You My Secret
Part Two:
Chapter Two: (Passion Stirs)
Seifer tugged at his boxers uncomfortably. Beneath them his erection strained, one hot long line of agony. A normal teenage boy would have just wanked and gone to bed. Unfortunately, Seifer had relieved himself. Three times already, and the damn thing wouldn't go away. He felt panic stir in his gut. Maybe something was wrong with his bits? Should he go see the doctor?
He groaned and shifted pressing his palms into his eyes. That would be beyond embarrassing. He would simply wait this out. Hyne, he couldn't believe this. He gave a brief thought to the start of his problem and promptly groaned again. Bloody fucking, sexy-ass, naked-in-the-shower-after-practice Squall. He felt his face flush with shame, and his nether region twitch with interest.
This could not be happening. Seifer Almasy could not be gay. Damn it! This was all Squall's fault. If he wasn't so damn girly. Biting his lip Seifer let his hand slip past the band of his boxers. He grabbed his prick angrily and gave it a jerk. He grunted before biting into his balled fist. Fucking hormones, he raged silently. Why hadn't he ever gotten this hard up for a girl? Why now? Why Squall, a friggin scrawny, under-devolped, pre-pubescent boy? Did this make him some kind of pervert?
A particularly fierce stroke sent an arrow of pleasure/pain arching through him, bowing his back off the bed. He wished he'd never gone into that damn shower room this afternoon. Images flashed before his eyes, and he closed them to try to escape. He only succeeded in making them more vivid.
It had been just like every other day. He went to the training center. Squall and him practiced for a couple of hours. Then they parted and went to their respective dorm rooms to get clothes for a shower. Seifer was waylaid by Rajin, and when he finally got around to the shower he figured Squall would already be gone. Then, he heard someone humming.
The sound was deep, and low, and incredibly husky; the melody dark and tumultuous. Curious, he had quietly pushed the door open and snuck past the lockers into the actual shower room. Squall was standing under a steaming fountainhead. His hair was plastered to his forehead and down his neck, and water was coursing over his gangly, growing frame. Seifer's eyes quickly worked their way down his boyish, breast-less chest.
His waist was thin and narrow, tapering into non-existent hips. His legs were more suited to a woman rather than a growing boy. Thin but roped with nothing but muscles, no doubt from his obsessive morning runs. Shapely like a dancer's, Seifer mused. Between his legs his member rested, flaccid and unresponsive to the gentle sponging of it's owner.
That series of moments and the sweet sounds coming from Squall had been haunting him ever since. He gave a gasp and began moving his hand faster, accompanied by a gentle squeeze to his balls. His hips began to pump up faster and faster till he came quite suddenly, the white hot euphoria of it making the world fade to nothing but sparks behind his eyes.
"What the fuck?" he cursed angrily at himself. He was lusting after his childhood friend, and said friend didn't even remember him. Not to mention he was a fucking boy.
Wiping his hand off on his already stained sheets, he turned once more and settled willing his mind to shut off and let him sleep. It was a long time in coming.
Squall was currently sequestered in his dorm room attempting to study. He had an essay to write on the properties of low-class Guardian Forces, and it was due at the end of the week. Always one to get assignments out of the way ahead of time, he was very ill at the moment because of his inability to do so. Seifer was the reason behind this.
He turned to the blonde for the hundredth time ready to snap, only to find the blonde staring at him in a most peculiar manner. One that almost made him want to squirm in discomfort. He had no idea what was wrong with the blonde, he'd been funny for a few days now. However, Squall was still irritated and he refused to waste time he could be using productively for his class work.
"What?" he finally growled.
The blonde flinched and seemed to draw himself out of his trance. "Huhn?"
"What the hell are you staring at me for?"
"I wasn't," the blonde growled. He shifted restlessly on the bed.
"Psst…whatever."
"Hyne Squall! Aren't you done yet. Damn, that isn't even due till Friday. Come on. Let's go to Balamb."
"I'm not finished, as I am sure even you can see. Unlike some people, I do not like waiting till the last minute and running around in a blind panic only to turn in a piece of shit."
"Come on! It won't kill you this once. You can do it tomorrow."
"Don't be so damn whiny. I'm not moving from this chair until I am done. Get over it."
"You're such a fucking nerd."
Squall merely ignored the remark and went back to his paper. He thought the blonde might have given up till he sensed Seifer's eyes settle on him again. He snorted and refused to comment. The blonde really was of a funny sort.
Suddenly his paper was snatched from under his pen, no doubt acquiring an ugly ink mark in it's haste to flee. "Seifer…" he growled threateningly.
The older boy merely chuckled and waved the paper in front of Squall, who refused to be baited in so childish a manner. "Please give me back my paper," he forced through his clenched teeth.
"Hmmm, I don't think so. I'm bored and you have to cater to me."
"Seifer…"
"Come on Squall, just for a little bit," the blonde murmured into his ear.
Something about the quality of Seifer's voice sent a shiver coursing down his spine, and he unconsciously moved away. "Please give me my papers back. It won't take long, then we can go somewhere."
"What am I supposed to do until then?" Seifer whined.
"Figure something out," Squall groaned reaching for the papers held just above his head. "You're a big boy."
"Yeah, I am," he leered, leaning in close to Squall again.
"Hyne! Get away from me. What's up with you?" Squall pushed away from his desk and reached for his side bag lying on his bed.
"Nothing's up with me," the blonde snapped throwing the papers down on the desk and kicking the back of Squall's chair angrily.
Squall rolled his eyes and dug his textbook on GFs out and crossed back to his work. "Whatever…" He opened his book heedless of Seifer's irritated sigh, and resumed his work once he straightened his companion's mess out. "Just go watch TV in the lounge or something. Give me half an hour."
"Gah! Fine, just thirty minutes. Tough shit if your not done then, 'cause I will drag your ass off anyway."
Squall tried to suppress the smile tugging at his lips, and failed. To cover he ducked his head and ran a hand through his shaggy bangs. Seifer saw him anyway. The big blonde crossed the room and invaded his space again. He leaned unbearably close, his breath sliding against Squall's ear, and sending those odd tingles running through his system.
"You can't be perfect at everything you bastard."
"Emm…time doesn't start till you leave, by the way."
"Fine, I'm going." He stood behind Squall for a moment before Squall heard a heavy sigh, then the blonde was gone.
Squall shook his head and hoped Seifer was alright.
Exactly thirty minutes, on the dot, had passed when Seifer looked up and spied Squall walking across the lounge. The brunette weaved gracefully through the crowded room, circling around people and furniture as if they weren't there. He didn't sway from his course until he stopped by the side of the couch Seifer had thrown himself across.
"Finished?"
"Yes, not that it mattered anyway," the brunette replied softly, eyes resting on the tips of his shoes. Most people wouldn't notice the slight curve in the very corner of the left side of his mouth, however Seifer had recently begun to study those little quirks.
He also knew that his young friend absolutely hated the lounge because of it's crowded, rowdy nature. So, with a stretch and yawn, he pulled himself up and grabbed Squall's arm. He led him back through the room and out into the hallway. "So, where too?"
Squall shrugged and pulled loose from Seifer's hold. "Where ever you want to go."
That simple phrase made Seifer blood boil in his veins. He felt it plummet straight to his groins and discreetly close his trench coat around him. He looked away from the brunette in an attempt to calm his hormones and put effort into finding something suitable to take up the rest of their day. He thought of the beach immediately, then nixed the idea. A wet, sand covered, half-naked Squall would not be a good thing at the moment. Squall didn't like crowds so Balamb was out for the moment, being as everyone was getting off of work at the moment. Seifer didn't feel much like training, he'd already had a go earlier today. He struggled, trying to find something that would interest his quiet friend without getting Seifer in trouble with himself.
"Well?" Squall murmured. He shuffled his feet on the thick hallway runner, and pushed his hair back off his forehead. "If were just going to stand here all afternoon, I have better things to do," he finally huffed out.
"Alright, alright. Geez, you're so impatient. I'm thinking."
Squall snorted. "That explains it, and we'll be here all night."
"Man, one of these days I'm gonna show you, ice princess."
"Yeah, and I'll probably be waiting just as long."
"Fuck off."
"You wanted to do something with me, so come on already," Squall complained again, impatience beginning to lace his voice in truth.
"You have no idea," Seifer muttered and began walking towards the front gate.
"What?" Squall's nosed was scrunched adorablely when Seifer peered behind him. The look of bewilderment was extremely pleasing, and Seifer savored the moment as he chuckled quietly.
"Nothing. Let's go for a walk."
Squall nodded and quickly caught up to the blonde, and neither said much more that night.
I am so sorry this took so long to update! I am so into my HP projects right now, and I can't belive I let this sit unworked for nearly five months now. Gah! Any way, I hope this most recent chapter is agreeable. Hopefully it won't be another five months till I get the next chapter up.