Chapter 7

AN: O_O that was my reaction when I realised I'd actually gotten to chapter seven… I NEVER get this far… Mainly because all of my OS chapters are insanely long (about a hundred pages per chapter, which is pure, unadulterated idiocy). Enjoy.

Disclaimed. Warning: Drunk Hayner, drink spiking, lemonylime. ^^

Hayner sighed. He didn't want to be here, he reflected as he glanced around at the other partygoers. It was just another of those run-of-the-mill, generic house parties where everyone gets hopelessly smashed and wakes up next to some kid they've never seen before and never will again. Personally, he disliked the taste of alcohol; his uncle had been an alcoholic who had eventually been found drowned in his own vomit, which was definitely not the fate he wanted for himself. So for the past three hours, he'd been sticking with orange juice and lemonade (or St Clements), which in his opinion, tasted better anyway. Of course, Pence was teetotal and Olette would only ever drink enough to get slightly tipsy. They were probably the only ones there damn near sober.

And he still hadn't seen Seifer anywhere, no matter what Olette said about him being there. He couldn't help but wonder why she had thought to inform him of this, nor where she'd found it out from.

But there was no sight of the beanie-clad bully in any of the rooms; not the living room with its French doors wide open into the garden, with thumping music playing at a deafening count of decibels, not the kitchen that was practically flooded with booze, not the bathroom, where still there was no solace from that pounding drumbeat… Nowhere. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was disappointed. He didn't know why he wanted to see Seifer; it wasn't as if they'd really done anything, or agreed to meet up at some point.

He sighed and finally faced up to the fact that he missed the blonde-haired male.

Where are you, Seifer? He silently asked, covering his eyes with one hand and letting himself feel dizzy. He knew something wasn't right – he'd stuck to soft drinks the entire evening, so why did he feel like he'd just taken seven hits of vodka? He unsteadily made his way out onto the patio, swaying slightly. He leaned against the green railings, trying to pull his thoughts back together. A trickle of cold seeped into his mind as he stood, taking deep breaths.

Someone had spiked his drink. And God knows what they put in it! He could feel mild panic rising within him, softened by the fuzzy feeling behind his thoughts. He leaned heavily against the railings, shaking his head to clear it and only succeeding in making his mind even more unreachable.

Suddenly long arms slipped around his waist and he spun around, only to be met with questing lips, ones that were too soft, too gentle. And they tasted wrong. He shoved away from the man holding him, staggering backwards. He panted heavily, dazed and giddy; whatever was in his drink was really affecting him. He caught sight of a familiar white trench coat, but he could no longer remember why he needed to follow it. He did so anyway, weaving through the crowd to follow… Seifer. Yes, he needed to find Seifer… He finally escaped the fringes of the party and saw the older blonde disappearing down a side alley that led away from the house. He stumbled after the taller male and slurred,

"Seifer, wait up!" to his surprise, the older teen paused for a second and he caught up, tripping over his own feet at the last minute and thumping into his back, wrapping his arms around the stronger boy to keep upright. "You're it." he mumbled, giggling.

"You're fucking drunk, Chicken wuss." Seifer replied, turning to face his rival.

"S'not my fault… Someone-" he hiccupped and shook his head. "Someone spiked my drink… I dun wanna be drunk… S'annoying…" Hayner peered up owlishly at his nemesis. "You're pretty, y'know that?"

"OK… You really are drunk… But so are you, I guess…" Hayner grinned happily at the half-compliment. "Who was that back there?" Seifer had changed from mildly amiable to suddenly pissed-off.

"Who was who?" The younger male buried his face in Seifer's chest. The taller blonde pushed Hayner away slightly and stared at him.

"That guy you were kissing. Who was he?" Hayner's eyelids fluttered slightly as he tried to recall what had occurred only moments before.

"Oh… I don't know. He didn't taste right… He wasn't you." Then the camo-wearing boy stood on tiptoes to press his face into Seifer's neck, inhaling his warm scent. Seifer's eyes widened at the last statement and suddenly Hayner felt himself pressed against a wall again, Seifer's mouth on his, their tongues tangling and fighting for dominance.

"Don't… ever kiss… another guy… except me again…" Seifer whispered fiercely in between kisses, biting Hayner's neck hard and leaving a mark to show who he belonged to. Hayner gasped, grinding against Seifer and returning the heated kisses. The pain from Seifer's teeth sinking into his neck cleared his mind a little; enough to speak without sounding like he had a mouthful of cotton wool.

"I think… I like you jealous…" he murmured, panting hard as Seifer once more ground their hips together, holding his hips to bring them closer and increase the friction.

"Who said I was jealous?" Seifer moaned slightly as Hayner slid his hand under the waistband of his pants.

"You… did…" Hayner whimpered as Seifer created another hickey on his neck. He cupped his hand around Seifer's arousal, through the fabric of his boxers, slowly rubbing and making Seifer pant into his neck. Almost in a trance, he pulled Seifer further out of sight and pushed him against the wall, kissing him swiftly before dropping to his knees in front of him. Seifer gave a growl of protest when Hayner removed his hand but that turned into a low groan of pleasure when he inched the older male's pants down and pressed a tentative kiss against the head of his still-clothed dick. Seifer tangled his fingers in the younger's hair, pulling slightly as his hands clenched and unclenched when Hayner quickly yanked down his boxers and ran his tongue from the base to the tip of his erection. He quickly enveloped the head with his lips, swirling his tongue in and around the slit, before leaning forwards and engulfing him completely, moving his head forwards and backwards and eliciting drawn-out gasps and half-groans of his name from Seifer.

He didn't really know what he was doing; his mind was still fuzzed over from the unexpected alcohol intake and the effect that Seifer had on him. But those moans coming out of Seifer's mouth were making this all the more worthwhile: Hayner had never seen the older boy show any signs of what he might have thought of as weakness, so this was… Astounding.

He moaned as Seifer's fingers massaged his scalp, shuddering involuntarily and causing the taller male to cry out his name loudly before hot, sticky saltiness erupted into his mouth. He swallowed what he could and spat the rest onto the concrete beside him.

Suddenly hands grabbed his arms and yanked him up so Seifer could press their lips together again, the older blonde's hands quickly working their way into Hayner's pants to deal with his own arousal. Those calloused hands around him made Hayner shiver and press himself against Seifer, grinding their hips together for more friction until, with a loud cry of the other's name, he came and collapsed, panting, against Seifer.

After a long silence filled with just slowly steadying breaths and pounding heartbeats and the sounds of the party close by, Hayner mumbled,

"Seifer… What are we?" He would have pulled back to look into the taller male's eyes, but he was afraid of what he might find. Plus, Seifer was warm and the night air was rapidly cooling. The older blonde leaned back against the wall, his arms still wrapped around Hayner's waist.

"What do you want us to be?" he asked uncharacteristically gently. Hayner pressed himself even closer (if that was possible) to the warm body against him.

"I don't know… But… I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

"Well what then?" Seifer's voice was soft as he rubbed small circles over Hayner's back. "Lust buddies?"

"Fuck no, that's just degrading." Hayner said, feeling the stirrings of anger within him.

"Boyfriends…?" The elder's voice became even quieter so that that one word was nothing more than a whisper. Hayner felt his chest tighten at that word, his heart jumping in his chest. But he didn't want to admit how much he wanted it.

"If… you want." He didn't realise he'd tightened his grip around Seifer in anxiousness, but suddenly he was lifted up, his legs automatically wrapping around the taller's waist.

"Oh, I do. The question is: do you want it?" He could feel Seifer's breath on his lips, the heat radiating off the older boy. Torn between admitting and hesitating, he just decided to fuck the consequences (hopefully literally) and crushed their lips together in a desperate, heated, sloppy kiss. Tongues tangled as their mouths met, small whimpers and gasps were given off (mainly by Hayner), their lips making quiet sounds as they pulled apart and back together for breath.

Finally, though, Hayner pulled back a little to stare into those hard aqua eyes, fingers curling around the back of Seifer's neck.

"Hell yes…" he whispered fiercely. The sudden flare of heated joy in those eyes was beautiful to Hayner, although he couldn't work out why those words would have sparked such an enthusiastic reaction as Seifer kissed him again.

One thing was for certain, though: he'd have a killer hangover in the morning.

AN: OK, so I know what lemons and limes are, but… what's cherry? If anyone knows, please tell me, cos my closest guess is 'first time' cos of the phrase 'to pop one's cherry'. I hope you enjoyed. EXAMS. ARE. ALMOST. OVER. Only Textiles tomorrow. AND THEN I'M DONE. And I can work on my coat more 3