Chapter 2

AN: Why hello there. ^^ Same warnings and disclaimers as last chapter, minus the windows and underwear. Ok, I lied: lime!! And I also lied: I know I said I wouldn't update til I had at least 2 reviews, but meh. This churned out straight afterwards so I'm probably posting them at the same time. It just proves I can never really stick to time limits. Eheh so that's why my coursework is late… Yeah, we'll go with that as an excuse: 'I'm too busy reading and writing fanfiction and I have no sense of deadline' heheheh

"Hey dreamer, you gonna look at me?" Hayner started and looked up to see Pence waving a hand in his face. "He's alive, Olette. Panic over."

"So what're you thinking about so intently?" Olette enquired, swinging her legs.

"N-nothin'." He rolled his shoulders and shook his head irritably. In truth, he'd been pondering Seifer's actions last night. "C'mon, let's do something." He stood, cracking his neck. "It's so boooring here." He complained. "We need to find somethin' to do."

"Well, we could always-" Olette started, but Hayner cut her off with a grin.

"Anything but the stupid report." Pence rolled his eyes good naturedly and smiled as Olette giggled. "C'mon, we have all summer to do that. What're we gonna do now?" when no suggestions came, he shrugged. "Fine. We could go to the beach."

"No money." Pence reminded him.

"Oh… yeah. Right, we're gonna have to get jobs some time soon so we can do stuff."

"You insinuatin' somethin'?" Hayner whipped around to see Seifer, Fuu and Rai all standing at the entrance.

"Get lost, Seifer, this is our place." Pence said hotly, glaring. When Seifer simply smirked contemptuously, Olette moved to stand beside the photographer.

"Yeah, get lost, Seifer. Go play in the sand, little children." Fuu's eyes narrowed and Rai cracked his knuckles warningly. Hayner just caught Seifer's gaze and held it. When no protest or angry remark came from either of them, the other four turned to glance at them. Their faces matched almost perfectly; narrowed eyes, stubborn mouths and stony expressions. No words. Just a stare-down. Olette and Fuu sighed in unison before glaring daggers at each other. Several minutes went by, and neither of the two boys blinked. But Seifer was beginning to show signs of giving in, his eyes flickering between Hayner's, searching his gaze. As the others watched curiously, the taller male turned steadily pink, his breath quickening as his hands clenched and released over and over. Hayner's brown eyes remained calm and steady as he surveyed the teenager before him, until finally Seifer muttered,

"F-fuck you." And turned away to leave. Hayner couldn't help noticing that it lacked the usual venom and watched the older boy retreat with a frown on his face.

"Go Hayner." Pence remarked, slapping him on the back. "You actually managed to chase him off without fighting."

"Ice cream time!" Olette announced, almost magically producing three sea salt ice creams. But as they all sat down to enjoy the frozen blue popsicles, Hayner couldn't help wondering what had made Seifer so nervous just then.

As Hayner made his way home, dawdling as he kicked the pebbles along the road, he idly found himself pondering what it would be like to kiss a guy. Not that he'd really kissed any girls, either, but he was sure it would feel different. And it was a certain guy in particular that he was thinking about. Licking his lips absently, he glanced around, seeing no one. It wasn't that odd to see a deserted street in Twilight Town; after all, it was quite small. But he was glad of it, for once. It gave him space to think.

"Seifer…" he muttered. "What're you doing?" Seriously, that stupid, hormonal, teenage boy had to have been messing with him last night. Why would he try to kiss him, other than to humiliate him. Because he might like you. Hayner rolled his eyes at that stupid little voice of so-called 'reason'. Of course Seifer didn't like him. He'd tried to break Hayner's arm less than a week ago. Would have succeeded, too, if Mr Woon hadn't come running up, demanding to know what was going on. Hayner never liked to admit it, but anyone could see that Seifer was stronger than him. Older, faster, stronger, taller, probably cleverer, given that he had some kind of a photographic memory. And still Hayner chose him as a rival. He couldn't even remember why. Sighing, he turned down the alley that led towards home.

Suddenly, he felt hands slam him into a wall and hold him there. He saw a beanie hat and angry eyes before there were fierce lips on his own, pressing him into the red bricks, hard. Seifer… Hayner's eyes widened and he struggled for a moment before realising that Seifer wasn't going to release him any time soon and sighing. The blonde teenager took the opportunity to invade Hayner's mouth with his tongue, eliciting a gasp from the younger boy. Hayner closed his eyes and his arms slid around the taller male's neck, pulling his head closer, trying to force them even harder against each other.

When Seifer finally stopped ravishing the smaller boy's mouth, Hayner made to demand an explanation, though his head was dizzy and filled with thoughts he knew he really shouldn't be having. However, when he felt those hard, hot lips against his throat, he couldn't speak and just gasped, tangling his fingers in the other's hair, the beanie hat falling forgotten to the ground. Seifer laid nips and kisses all along Hayner's neck, leaving little pink marks that might show in the morning. Right now, though, neither of them cared. Suddenly, Seifer bit down hard on the place where neck joined shoulder, making Hayner yelp and tense suddenly, the pain bringing him back to his senses. As Seifer proceeded to lick and suck on the spot, soothing away the stinging, Hayner finally managed to push him off of him. Gasping and pink, he glared at the older boy, the expression somewhat conflicting with his kiss-bruised lips and prominent hickey.

"What… the hell… was that all about?" Seifer simply picked up his hat, brushed it off and crammed it onto his head, before narrowing his eyes.

"Nothing happened, got it, Chicken Wuss?"

"What the fuck?" Hayner yelled after his retreating figure. "Get back here Seifer!" he heard his own voice and immediately shut up, embarrassed at how raspy with lust it was. Shaking his head, he pulled his shirt up in a vain attempt to try to cover up the obvious hickey Seifer had given him. He turned on his heel and marched back home, too tired to eat anything before collapsing into bed and sleeping properly for the first time in weeks.

(Deep breath) LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE

AN: So, I think this is getting worse… I really need to work on my linking of sentences; it's either too disjointed or too much like one long sentence. I can't really decide which. Oh well *shrugs*. R&R sil vous plait, but if you don't I won't set the huggie monster hitmen on you. I ain't feeling particularly harsh.