Chapter 2 – Spilt Milk

Large hands massaged the tense muscles of his shoulders, moulding the skin this way and that and forcing the muscles to relax. Hayner let out a deep breath, eyes firmly shut as the hands continued.

He didn't know who it was that was touching him and for some unknown reason he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes to look, but his confusion was quickly forgotten as a weight rested on his upper thighs, just under his bum as the hands dragged themselves slowly down his back.

Biting his lip, he withheld a groan as those hands focused on his lower back, sending a tingling sensation up his spine.

He jumped when soft lips pressed against the back of his neck; whoever it was smirked against his skin as the hands tugged at the waistband of his shorts. Said hands slipped inside and squeezed taught cheeks, spreading them slightly and causing Hayner's hips to buck involuntarily.

"Lamer"

Hayner sat up in bed fast enough to make his head spin, there was only one person that called him that. Why was he having an erotic dream about Seifer of all people?

Damn that girl, damn his hormones and damn that stupidly sexy blonde!

Groaning in frustration he flopped back down onto his half made bed, willing his erection away. He hadn't fully unpacked after the event with Seifer the day before. He'd managed to make his bed to an extent and the clothes he wore yesterday were strewn across the room.

Glancing at his alarm clock, he noticed that it was around 9 am and decided that he most definitely wasn't going back to sleep if those dreams awaited him.

Hayner stood and slouched into his bathroom to take a shower – a cold one if need be, because he was not willing to masturbate to the thought of his rival. No matter how attractive he was, that was a boundary he didn't want to cross for his own sake.

~S*H~

Whistling as he stepped out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Now that he was clean, his body was craving his daily dose of caffeine.

Not bothering with actual clothing, he wandered into the kitchen and was relieved to see that the apartment was empty for the time being. Rooting around in the cupboards he managed to find some instant coffee powder and a mug, it was an even bigger relief to find a small carton of milk in the fridge – however he didn't miss the label with Seifer's name on it.

He glanced to the door opposite his and back to the milk, was it a risk he was willing to take? Surely if he only used a little bit it wouldn't be missed.

Moving quickly, he boiled some water and spooned some coffee into the mug; tapping his finger impatiently against the counter he grabbed the kettle as soon as it clicked done. Stirring the coffee until it has dissolved he stole another glance at his neighbour's door and grabbed the milk.

Just as he was about to put the lid back on the milk, a hang grabbed his wrist, making him jump. Unfortunately, this meant that he got most of the remaining milk over himself and the intruder.

Slowly looking up from the mess on his chest, his eyes met icy blue and he gulped, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.

"Just what do think you're doing with my milk?" His voice was low and clearly the other male had just woken up. Hayner's heartbeat increased rapidly as he noticed just how close the two were, with Seifer's shirt brushing his bare back.

"Uh, I wanted coffee?" He cursed himself at just how meek his voice sounded and shook the thoughts from his head, tugging his arm out of Seifer's grip. But in the process, he accidently pulled Seifer into him. Seifer grunted with surprise and the carton of milk was dropped on the floor.

"You wasted all of my milk, Lamer" Hayner tried to worm his way out of the trap he found himself in, between both of Seifer's arms and the counter. Unfortunately, the tight space meant that his towel became loose and began to fall from his waste.

Large hands grabbed the towel and subsequently held Hayner by the waist before he was exposed. There was an awkward silence between them as Seifer couldn't let go unless Hayner took over, but the brunette was so startled that he found himself unable to move.

"Are you going to hold your towel, or are you trying to get naked?" His smirk was back and Hayner felt an angry flush heat up his face.

Grasping Seifer's shirt in both hands, he growled and pulled their faces closer without even realising. "Listen asshole, we're living together whether we like it or not. It's just fucking milk, so stop being such an arrogant dick" Seifer just stared at him, eyes as intense as ever as their breaths mingled. "Stop staring!" Hayner huffed, glancing away from Seifer in discomfort.

"Why? Am I embarrassing you, Chickenwuss?" His tone was mocking, but his eyes were lit up in a dark excitement that made Hayner shiver when he regained eye contact.

"If I bother you so much, move out" The words were barely above a whisper and Hayner could practically feel the words being uttered with the minimal distance between their lips. Seifer was testing him and he knew it.

"Fuck no, you're not winning this" He hissed, wrinkling his nose in distaste, unfortunately, this made their noses brush and both stopped briefly.

Seifer's face remained impassive as he took a step back. "Keep your hands off my milk, Lamer" With that he turned and walked away, back into his room with a soft click of the door shutting.

This was how Hayner once again found himself left stood in shock after Seifer, however it took only a few more moment for him to realise that his towel now sat in a pile around his ankles and his coffee was cold.

Fucking Seifer.