A World Apart

Chapter 15

Just Clean Fun

As they walked up the stairs, Seifer studied Squall's face. The other had been quiet since they'd left the mall, and he was worried that Squall was having second thoughts about him staying there. Squall's reaction to seeing that cop, suggested that he didn't want any trouble, and him being there was just that. If his Mom, or, worse yet, his Dad, turned him in as a runaway, the police would be looking for him. Maybe he should call home and find out for sure? If they'd already reported him as being missing, he'd have to go back; he didn't want Squall or Laguna getting into trouble. If not, well, he'd just stay put. Tell his Mom that he had found some other place to stay for a while. What could it hurt? The most she would do would be cry and ask why he left home. Hell, he'd only been gone for a couple of days - they probably hadn't even missed him yet. The last time he left home, he'd gone to a concert over in the next town and had to stay overnight. He had been worried that he was going to catch hell for it, but it turned out that they hadn't even noticed…

Squall turned on the lamp and sank onto the mattress. Taking a look around his room, he realized that, within just a couple of days, his room looked like it had been hit with a tornado. The television cart was still out of the closet and plugged into the wall, the bed hadn't even been made, and God only knew where his comforter had gone. Two of his canvases leaned against the wall; two sketchbooks on the floor, and his cedar chests were both open and rummaged through, with clothes on the closet floor from this morning's rush to get out the door. He'd never before let his room get in such disarray.

Seifer, still deep in thought about his situation, didn't notice Squall appraising the room. Rather, he just sat on the floor and began dumping out the bags in front of him, so that he could go through them all.

Squall's attention was diverted from taking stock of his room to watch as another disaster area was formed - Seifer was tearing off tags from the clothing and just tossing them into a pile! He didn't bother trying to fold anything, or put the tags into the trashcan. For Squall, it was all too much! He got up from the bed and sat down in front of Seifer. When Seifer didn't seem aware of his presence, he put his hands on top of Seifer's to stop them from tearing off the next tag, causing the other to look up questioningly.

"Uhh, what?" said Seifer, genuinely unsure as to what he'd done.

Squall sighed and shook his head; this was going to be interesting. He'd been a neat freak his entire life, whereas Seifer was obviously a typical teenage boy, a whirling dervish hell bent on nothing being in order. Having Seifer live with him, in his room, was definitely going to be difficult, especially since he was somehow picking up the other's bad habits without even realizing it. Two whole days had gone by and he hadn't tidied once! His Dad would be proud!

Squall smiled at the thought; Seifer just looked confused. But, when Squall began folding the clothing that Seifer had heaped into a pile, it dawned on him what was wanted. He glanced quickly around the room and a blush began to color his cheeks. "Oh…sorry. I guess I'm not the best at being neat."

Squall shook his head again and laughed. "Don't be sorry, just help me get it straightened up. I can't live in a mess - it screws up my art. "

Seifer shrugged his shoulders, "Seems to me that your art is just fine, mess or no mess."

Squall stopped in mid-fold. Seifer was right, of course, he hadn't even noticed the mess until now, and it hadn't stopped him from drawing whenever he wanted. He blushed a little, as he remembered the half-finished drawing of Seifer lying on the bed that Zell had interrupted. Feeling a little daring, and not wanting Seifer to feel bad about making a mess, he decided to offer the other some incentive. "I tell you what, Seifer, if you and I get the room done, we can finish the drawing that I started yesterday…only if you want to, of course."

Seifer didn't have to think very hard about what drawing Squall meant. He had thought about that drawing often since they had been interrupted. If Zell hadn't of come over, who knew what might have happened?

Enthusiastically, he nodded and began folding clothes and grabbing hangers from the closet. Squall made the bed, picked up the trash, and marveled at the speed at which Seifer was moving. If he didn't know any better, he would've sworn that Seifer was in a hurry to be posed again. But, then again, he was moving just as fast. Could he be in a hurry to draw him? 'Or just in a hurry to get him naked…? Whoa! Where did that come from?' Squall blushed furiously at his thoughts, but with the room clean and there nothing left to do, he realized that he'd soon have to make good his promise.

Seifer was too preoccupied to notice Squall's concerns, caught up in looking at the jungle mural. Squall stood beside him and studied the picture, also. He liked the way that it'd turned out, and the more he looked at the jungle cat, the less hostile and more like Seifer it seemed: beautiful, wild, and dangerous, given the right situation. It even had Seifer's green eyes. Yes, he definitely liked this mural the more he looked at it.

Originally, he'd meant it to depict the dangers that lay outside that door, but with Seifer now in the same room with him, hadn't he just let danger in? Well, maybe not in the sense of mortal danger, but Seifer presented a certain physical danger that Squall was hard pressed to ignore. Was it a smart idea to start thinking of Seifer in a physical way? How about getting involved with him? What would the repercussions of that be? He just didn't know. Maybe in time, he'd understand the implications, but by then it would probably be too late to change anything. The fact that he was attracted to Seifer was obvious, and he knew that the feeling was mutual, so, looking at things from that point of view, what could go wrong?

He'd known he was gay from a very young age, though he hadn't been in any serious relationships. There had been one encounter at summer camp four years ago, but nothing serious had ever developed from it, just a lot of groping and kissing. Promises of phone calls and letters, but it wasn't very surprising to Squall that he'd received neither. So, why was he hesitant about Seifer? One minute it seemed as if he couldn't keep his hands off him, and the next he was having doubts about getting involved. Was it just pure animal attraction? Or did it have to do with the fact that the only sexual experience he'd had was at the hands of Shane…?

Squall tried not to retch. The thought of Shane and what he'd done to him made him sick; there was nothing likable about it. He hated every minute. It was painful and humiliating. Maybe the only thing he wanted from Seifer was to find out if it always hurt. If it did, then maybe he could go on a bit longer. Suffer Shane's humiliation for one more year. But deep down Squall knew that it didn't always hurt, deep down he also knew that Seifer wouldn't allow Shane to continue hurting him. Yet, if he didn't do what Shane wanted, Zell would suffer for it - would Seifer also protect Zell even though it was obvious that they didn't get along?

Seifer knew that Squall was lost to some internal debate. He could tell from the way that Squall's face had clouded over that it wasn't something pleasant, either. He wanted to say something, to remind Squall that whatever he was thinking about was on the outside, and that, here, he was safe from it all. Instead of speaking, however, he wrapped his arms securely around Squall's shoulders, closing his eyes contentedly when Squall's arms came around his waist. He wanted to allow Squall to be able to think in peace, but to also remind him that he was there, that he didn't have to go through his troubles alone anymore. Seifer would protect him from everything, even himself, if he had to.

Seifer knew he was falling for Squall, and that it wouldn't take much more for him to be so far gone that love was all he could see or think about. He wondered if Squall felt the same for him, but didn't ask the question aloud, too fascinated with the concept that he, Seifer Almasy, was falling in love with a boy. He'd never considered the possibility that he was gay, nor had he ever known anyone who was, not surprising given his father's well-known objections to homosexuality. 'Just one more thing that Dad was wrong about…there's nothing dirty or shameful in what I feel for Squall. Yeah, it's different from what I felt for Rinoa, but only in that it's more intense, more real, and a hell of a lot more appealing!'

Seifer pulled back a little from Squall so that he could look into his eyes. The cloudy look that he'd seen a few seconds ago was gone, and the tiny smile that he got for his efforts, was, in a word, brilliant.

"Okay now?" Seifer asked, not really wanting to intrude, but needing to know if Squall really was okay. He hated seeing that look on his face, the one that told that there was more to the matter than Squall let on.

Squall nodded and let his arms drop from around Seifer's waist, only to entwine his hand into Seifer's. Gently he tugged Seifer over to the newly made bed, and laid him down on the black satin sheets. His heart was beating fast, but he willed it to slow down as he slipped his hands under Seifer's shirt and slowly pulled it up over the other's chest and head.

It took all of Seifer's willpower to keep his hands to himself. When Squall touched him, he only wanted to return the caresses, but he was a little afraid to, especially having seen the clouded look in Squall's eyes just moments ago. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, knowing that Squall was not finished just yet, and that knowledge brought heat to his groin, his flesh responding to the thought.

Squall smiled slightly when Seifer closed his eyes; he wanted to take his time. Slowly, he ghosted his over Seifer's chest causing his nipples to harden and breath to catch slightly. Sliding his hands down over Seifer's sides, he felt the other flinch, and smiled at the effect, before moving to gently caress Seifer's hard stomach muscles, marveling at the fine blonde hair that trailed down from his navel.

Deftly, Squall unbuttoned Seifer's jeans, pulling the zipper down until he could just see soft golden curls. He allowed his fingers to trail further down and lightly stroke the hardness that apparent through the fabric.

Unable to stand it anymore, Seifer brought his hand down on top of Squall's, pressing it harder against his erection. He heard Squall's sharp intake of breath, but didn't remove his hand. Instead, he opened his eyes and caught Squall's wide and worried gaze. Slowly he began to rock his hips against Squall's hand, his gaze never faltering.

Squall's his tongue darted out to moisten his suddenly too dry lips.

'Don't think! Just let go! There's no need to question anymore, he wants you, you want him, just go with it!' he silently berated himself as he gazed into Seifer's passion-lit eyes. A soft moan escaped Seifer's lips and something broke inside Squall. He leaned forward and kissed Seifer, long and lingering, the passion slowly building heat between them both.

Seifer brought his other hand up to entwine his fingers in Squall's silky hair, his parted lips causing Squall's to reflexively open, permitting their tongues to wrestle in a passionate dance.

Squall's slid his hand upwards, unzipping Seifer's pants the rest of the way, before reaching inside to release Seifer's aching erection from the tight confines of his jeans. Leisurely, he began stroking the hard, hot flesh, making Seifer moan.

Squall broke the kiss and stared down at Seifer as he stroked the other's hardness, watching his breath as it came faster and faster, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.

Not having anything else to do with his hands, Seifer gripped the satin sheets as Squall worked his erection, his eyes falling closed as he began rocking his hips with the motion of Squall's hand. Yet, just when he thought he'd go over the edge, Squall stopped, leaving Seifer's aching flesh begging for release. Concerned, Seifer opened his eyes to be sure Squall wasn't upset, instead seeing Squall's naked chest as he removed his shirt. He started to sit up so that he could help, but Squall firmly planted his palm on his torso, pushing him back down onto the bed.

Squall stood up, his shirt still in his hand, swiftly moving to the door and locking it, before turning back to Seifer. Seeing him lying there on his bed with his hands entwined in the satin sheets, erection standing bold and straight, gave Squall a sudden feeling of power. This wasn't like Shane at all - he was the one in control. He smirked and let his shirt fall to the floor, running his hands over his own body as Seifer's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Squall unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper to reveal his dark pubic hair, smiling in satisfaction as Seifer's erection twitched of its own volition, pearls of fluid beginning to glisten in the lamplight.

Torturously slow, Squall began to lower his jeans until his own straining erection was revealed. Seifer's eyes widened and his hands gripped the sheets a little tighter as Squall got onto his knees to pull Seifer's pants all the way off. These he tossed into the corner of the room, not caring that they had just cleaned.

Squall ran his hands over Seifer's naked legs, and to the other's amazement, leaned over and engulfed his erection between his lips. Rinoa had never done this to him, so he wasn't prepared for the instant heat and moist pressure of Squall's tongue that made him arch his back, suck in his breath, and moan Squall's name.

Squall swirled his tongue around the hard shaft, lubricating it. When it was sufficiently wet, he pulled away, sliding his naked body across Seifer's until he was straddling his hips. Seifer's hands left the sheets and came to rest on Squall's hips as he began to, ever so slowly, lower himself onto Seifer's shaft.

Seifer felt Squall's tight opening begin to stretch to allow him entrance. He was being sheathed in Squall's heat, a little at a time; it was the most pleasurable torture he had even endured.

Heat flushed Squall's cheeks and sweat beaded on his forehead as Seifer's shaft invaded his body, much thicker than Shane's. Still, Squall was determined that he was going to do this; all the pain and humiliation that he suffered at the hands of Shane would disappear if he could. It wasn't wishful thinking on his part; it was something that he just knew.

Seifer's hands urged him deeper by gently rocking him and raising his hips. Finally, with a slight burning sensation he felt Seifer sink to the hilt within his body. Head hung over, Squall's breath came in short gasps, sweat standing out on his body as it adjusted to the invasion.

Suddenly, he felt Seifer's arms around him, just holding him. 'He must have sat up,' he thought, but his coherence soon vanished as Seifer began to rock his hips. Sensations that he'd never felt with Shane began washing over him until he finally pushed Seifer back down onto the bed, placing his hands on his lover's shoulders to get better leverage with which to ride the waves of passion he was experiencing.

Seifer was in ecstasy. Although he wanted to take things slow for Squall's sake, apparently, Squall had other ideas, and, pushed backward into the mattress, it was suddenly as if the world were on fire. Without thought, his hands found Squall's hips again, and he urged him to move faster. Squall complied willingly and wave after wave of sheer pleasure washed over him. He could hear Squall moaning his passion and he found himself answering that passion with cries of his own as bright pinpricks of light began to form in his vision. With a final cry, he emptied his seed within Squall's depths, and he felt Squall's own hot, sticky fluid jet repeatedly onto his stomach.

Squall shook his sweat-dampened hair out of his face, still breathing hard. When he had regained some control over his breathing he leaned over and kissed Seifer slowly, letting the waves of spent passion recede. Seifer's arms encircled Squall and cradled him until he felt himself slip from Squall's entrance.

For a while, they stayed like that, each unwilling to let the other go, but soon the drying evidence of their passion became too much of an irritant to ignore. Squall got up and stretched languidly, the sight of his perfect body causing Seifer to become instantly hard again. He noticed and smiled.

"Down boy. Shower first, then maybe later," he teased, making Seifer blush a little.

Squall put on a robe from the closet and tossed another one at Seifer, who just raised an eyebrow. "Uhh, Squall? I don't think this is going to fit me."

"So just put it around your waist," Squall replied sagely as he opened his door a crack, peering left then right. "Okay, the coast is clear," he said and held out his hand for Seifer to take.

'Is he being serious? He wants to shower together?' thought Seifer as he took Squall's hand. With all the trouble he'd had with Squall's bathroom, and people walking in, he didn't know if he wanted to take the chance.

Squall, however, didn't wait, pulling Seifer out of the room, down the hall and into the bathroom before Seifer had a chance to protest.

Once inside, Squall locked the door and began to run the shower. All of Seifer's protests went out the window when the robe Squall was wearing came sliding off. Without thinking, he followed Squall into the hot shower…and immediately regretted it. The hot water stung and burned his abused flesh. He sucked in his breath, forgetting about his thoughts of Squall's body and becoming focused on his own.

Squall hurriedly turned and lowered the water's temperature. He felt like an idiot to have forgotten his own warning about hot water. "God Seifer! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking."

Seifer just shook his head and held a finger to Squall's lips. He didn't want anyone passing to hear Squall talking to someone with the shower running, that would raise too many questions. Besides, the lower water temperature had already soothed away the heat on his skin, and Seifer was beginning to enjoy having Squall this close, this naked, and this wet!

Squall carefully wrapped his arms around Seifer, squeezing him gently in apology. He hated what had been done to Seifer and couldn't wait until all traces of the abuse disappeared; then they wouldn't have to be so careful with everything.

Seifer smirked and backed Squall up under the spray of the shower. He knew that Squall felt bad, but he had an idea that would make him forget. He pushed Squall's wet hair out of his face and kissed his lips.

Squall's arms came up to rest on Seifer's shoulders and he allowed the kiss to deepen. This moment was what it had all been leading to. There'd been attraction from the first moment they had met, and it wasn't just a fleeting feeling. It had been extremely strong, and mutual, and now that he had Seifer here, Squall never wanted him to leave.

When Seifer picked him up, he almost panicked, but with Seifer's tongue now wrestling with his, Squall's anxiety quickly subsided. Seifer urged Squall's legs to wrap around his waist as he turned to lean Squall's back against the shower wall. Squall could feel Seifer's hard length begging entrance at his opening and he allowed the head to sink inside, causing him to moan into Seifer's mouth. Seifer responded by lowering him fully onto his hard shaft.

Squall was instantly in ecstasy as Seifer began to bounce him up and down, hard and fast. His moans increased in volume until not even Seifer's kisses could quiet him, because Seifer's erection was hitting something deep inside him that was sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Squall knew at this rate he wouldn't be able to hold off his orgasm for much longer, and maybe that was what Seifer had intended all along. Sighing in pleasure, he wrapped his legs tighter around Seifer's waist as he felt his orgasm ripping without warning through his body.

It took all of Seifer's willpower not to cry out as he felt Squall's tightness increase with orgasm, triggering his own release. He held Squall tightly as his body went into overdrive, chasing his orgasm with wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, he couldn't take anymore, and, arms aching from the exertion, knees weak and shaky, he allowed Squall to slide down his body.

A sudden knock at the door made Seifer freeze with his arms still around Squall's back, the irrational urge to laugh nearly overwhelming him.

"What? I'm in the damn shower! What do you want?" yelled Squall over Seifer's shoulder. Seifer clamped his hand over his mouth in a bid to contain his laughter. Squall sounded so serious, but he was smiling at Seifer as he said it.

"The phone is for you!" came Quistis's voice.

"Hang on!" Squall said, hastily turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist, not bothering with the robe he had worn in. He brought a finger to his lips and stepped out of the shower, pulling the curtain back into place. Seifer heard him open the door.

"The bathroom is off limits! As soon as I'm off the phone I'm finishing my shower!" Squall said, looking Quistis in the eye and trying to ascertain whether or not she had heard anything.

"Whatever, Squall. I'm going out anyway, so please, don't let me keep you from your precious shower," she said sarcastically.

Squall watched her walk away, still unsure if she'd heard them. 'So what?' he thought.Was it really any of her business what went on behind closed doors? He shrugged, deciding that even if she had heard, he didn't really care. He hadn't felt this good, this alive, since his mother had died.

As soon as Quistis had walked down the stairs, he motioned for Seifer to leave. Seifer stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, and hurried past Squall to his bedroom.

Squall strolled in after Seifer and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door for a moment, watching as Seifer bent over to pick up the jeans he'd been wearing. Smiling wickedly, Squall whipped off the towel adorning Seifer's waist and wrapped it around his shoulders, leaving Seifer standing there as naked as the day he was born. Seifer put his hands on his hips and glared in mock outrage at Squall, then smiled and shook his head. Squall sauntered past him still wearing both towels and reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

(End Chapter 15)