Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhar
Theme: 30 Kisses #9 - Dash
Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: kissing, blow job, yaoi lemon
Notes: Short and sweet loving between the boys.
"Hurry, run!"
As if Squall needed to hear that. Oh, there were only four T-Rexaurs chasing after them, and both of them had depleted their items and curative magic, and of course, they were also in low health. At least they were only in the training center.
Zell nearly ran into the emergency gate switch to rush the heavy mechanical doors open, and luckily, the two leapt through the quickly shutting gates just in time to prevent one of the T-Rex's from making them her midnight snack. The boys rolled over each other with Zell landing on top when they finally made it to a grinding halt, and Squall's gunblade slid a few feet further than them. The martial artist couldn't help but laugh brashly - they just escaped death's jaws by a breath! Paying some mind to the position he was in, Zell locked his friend's eyes into a predatorial gaze. "So, how was it?"
Squall's gaze remained cold and emotionless, even though he was nearly out of breath, and not to mention there being extra bodyweight crushing down on him. Then he sounded one of his usual responses. "......."
The blonde frowned. How could he pull off that indifferent "no-that-wasn't-good-enough" act after being chased down by four pissed off T-Rexaurs in the dead of night? Well, he promised Squall something exciting, and damn he was going to keep his word! An idea sparked under that spiked up, gelled hair of his, and he found his gloved hands fumbling between their bodies, his tender, uncovered fingertips brushing eagerly against the tight restraint of Squall's pants. The brunette's eyes widened the tiniest bit, almost unseen, but Zell knew better. The martial artist took the opportunity and swiftly moved in as he should, capturing his friend's mouth with his own, tongue nudging past the almost-reluctant lips and lavished in the reward. And as if by some automatic reflex, Squall's eyelids shut on him, and he could feel every inch of Zell leaning hard against his body. Especially the lower half, until Zell wedged Squall's legs apart with a knee while one hand found the heated bulge wrapped in black leather.
Damn, working out in leather was sexy like nothing else in this world, Zell thought to himself as his other hand pushed the excessive belts over Squall's belly so he could work the pants off this sexy man, literally. He got on his knees, careful not to break the kiss, once he managed to undo Squall's pants, and as if the intent was to drive him wild, Zell found no underwear under the leather. Just hard, hot, solid flesh.
He wasn't only a gunblade specialist, and just because he looks like a hardass on the exterior doesn't mean he doesn't know a few more things about how to look good, and how to feel good. Squall would've smirked if his lips weren't being smothered heavily, not that he minded. Besides, it was a game he enjoyed playing with Zell, to drive him past the brink of holding in and just explode, preferably in him. So far, though, no success on his part. Or rather, yet.
Finally Zell's mouth wandered away from Squall's, leaving a brief trail of sloppy kisses down to his collarbone before Zell completely broke off. Squall opened his eyes to see what was going on, only to find his eyes fluttering close again as he felt Zell's hot mouth engulfing his already stiff need.
If there was something else besides hotdogs he'd rather be swallowing, it would be this. Zell bobbed energetically at the head of the shaft, encircling his tongue round and around the tip while he cast his gloves aside. Hands and head, not to mention heart, ready now, the martial artist would show where his hidden talents lie. With one hand, he squeezed Squall's member hard enough to make the brunette gasp, but not enough to hurt, and slowly worked his fist over the areas his mouth could not cover, while his other hand peppered the semi-tense scrotum with feathery drumming taps that modified eventually into tickling strokes of the fingertips. The black leather pants were opened just enough to surround Squall's crotch, because Zell decided to leave them on. He found the strong aroma of Squall's worn leather and his heated sex mixed together to be rather intoxicating, if not seductive and even kinky.
Short breaths became deep breaths, and deep breaths became short, quiet gasps combined with the wet noises his tongue was making. And quiet gasps became a rumbling, throaty voice. "Zell..."
Finally a word, and it was his name too, booya! Knowing how close his friend was now, the blonde took more into his mouth, and more, until he thought he would choke. Up and down he raced like it was an eating contest, and one of his hands trailed off to attend to his own aching need. Whatever gag reflex that may have surfaced initially had subsided as the member in his mouth pulsated in such a tempo that he knew for sure. For the home stretch, Zell figured it would be even better if he...
The back of his throat was dry and hoarse, definitely dry, as if the concentration of his bodily fluids must've all gone south at that moment. Squall arched his back painfully off the dirt ground, and emptied his contents into Zell's waiting mouth. It was too much for him to handle actually, as dribbles of come escaped the corners of his lips that curled in a devilish grin. He had to hand it to Zell - even if this was the first time this happened between them, Zell seemed to know just what tricks to use on him, such as that last soft clamping down of his teeth on his erection. What a way to go, Squall had to admit, he wasn't quite expecting that.
The blonde let the escaped amounts dribble back onto Squall's slowly softening member, and as sensitization would have it, with Zell licking the remaining dribblets off and taking his sweet time with tantilizing swirls of the tongue, Squall felt the pleasureable chills of aftersex. Content in his position, Zell took in the view of the beautiful man he desired and loved for so long, whose his eyes were closed in ecstasy and his back still slightly arched off the ground. Unfortunately, Zell knew this little event would never be spoken of after they returned to their rooms.
Squall returned to his senses after a little more ministrations, albeit still a bit fuzzy in the head. Reaching down, he pulled Zell next to him and sighed, redoing his pants and fixing his clothes as Zell took the time off to breathe.
Man, all that effort, and Squall only called his name once. "So, how was that?"
Squall turned his head to face Zell's beaming smile. "Hm.."
"Ah, ah! Was that a twitch of a smile? Good wasn't it?" Even if a blow job was all Squall would accept from him, he was proud.
"Whatever." The brunette got to his feet and retrieved his gunblade that was lying a few feet away.
"Hey where you going?"
"Your room."
Zell paused. What did he just say? He scrambled to his feet and dashed after Squall. "Why my room? Don't you have your own room?"