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- 1-My Star Tonight
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My Star Tonight

Don't know where I'd be without you.
Groaning wearily from being stationed underneath the intensive heat
rays beamed down onto him, Balthier slouched forward, then onto his
feet in ultimate defeat. Reaching back to the fastenings lining down
the mid-line of his richly decorated golden vest, the sky pirate
clenched his teeth and prepared himself for what had developed over the
years as a grueling feat. He knew that his growing irritation with
wanting to dispose of his vest and long-sleeved shirt as quickly as
humely possible would only result in delay for such a coveted wish.
Nonetheless, Balthier managed to undo at the very least the bottom-most
clasps. He'd see after he had curbed his chagrin on how to reach the
rest.
"Why wear an article that takes such difficulty to remove?"
While it meant that he would be forced to endure the fierce heat for
moments longer, Balthier was still grateful for Basch's timely
interruption. He let his aching arms fall to his sides, and considered
for a moment on relaxing the rest of his body.
"Because, my dear Captain, you were not available that day for my consideration on your fashion advice."
Balthier
peeked over his shoulder, his coffee-colored eyes running up and down
Basch's excuse for a more preferable attire in mock appreciation. While
the sickly, green-colored tassel added a different look to the
otherwise introverted blond, Balthier could not fathom how this
man could have gotten his hands on such a revealing outfit. "Though now
I'm really glad you weren't," he added in a shadowed whisper, one he
knew Basch had heard.
"Need some help?" the older man finally
offered, and his delay in doing so earned him a nasty glare.
Thankfully, Basch had acquired an immunity to this type of response.
Not
waiting for Balthier's consent, Basch approached the brunet, jerked him
face forward, and proceeded to unfasten the last buckles holding the
vest together. Balthier muttered his thanks, and set to removing the
hated garment and the shirt underneath. The cool ocean breeze caressing
his skin was such a delight that made Balthier want to moan aloud to
express his thrill at no longer feeling like a burnt crisp from the
sun's rays (though he did not want Basch to get the wrong idea, not
again, anyway).
The puncturing heat aside, it was a beautiful
cloudless afternoon. The group had suspended their journey for Archades
to remain at least one more day at the Phon Coast to stock up on
supplies and ease their worries, if only for a while.
Basch, with a trace of unease flourishing his features, backed away from the pirate and lay against the large boulder behind the two when he caught the brunet wave to a familiar blond boy at the shore.
"Don't worry yourself, Vaan's not the jealous type," Balthier assured
in a low tone, taking a place beside Basch. He had caught the man's
apprehensive expression after he had waved to Vaan.
His
companion raised a curious eyebrow. "And that justifies to your endless
indecency?" Basch, like the rest of their group were more than aware
about Balthier's status in the women's circle, but that information had
blurred right after Balthier and Vaan had gotten together.
"Hardly," Balthier choked out between bites of laughter. "Those days are over for me."
"That's good to hear."
The two men stood in silence for the next minutes, their attention
following the antics of the youngest two as one chased the other near
the crystal-clear water.
"They won't tire out anytime soon, will they?" Balthier joked aloud, gesturing to Basch with a nudge at his shoulder.
"Especially not Vaan," Basch added upon remembering how the blond teen
refused to take a break from their clan hunting only days before.
"Oh no, especially not him," Balthier commented, his voice lowering
several octaves as his mind thought back on the night before. He never
once thought the boy could harbour so much stamina in that body of his,
and Balthier had yet to see how much more Vaan could handle.
They heard a shriek, and then a splash of water. Though muffled, Vaan's
exclamations could be heard even from their standing point. Balthier
hauled himself up when Vaan gave chase behind a giggling Penelo.
"You missed a spot," Balthier heard Basch say from behind him after he had dusted off scattered sand on his pants.
Grinning wolfishly, Balthier turned to face the blond, one hand sliding
down his bottom provocatively. "Would you like to get it for me,
Captain?"
Basch leaned back against the rock, unabashed. He closed his eyes and smiled. "I would, but I will not."
"Don't get a man all worked up if you'll just end up refusing your own
offers." Devilish grin still in place, Balthier forcibly handed the
blond man his folded clothes. "Hold these for me, will you?"
Having
no reason, or way, to decline, Basch accepted the heavy clothing with a
chuckle, watching as Balthier made his way to the shore.
Fortunately,
Penelo had caught onto the mischievous plan Balthier had prepared
during his merry walk down the beach; perhaps a bit too quickly. She
grinned knowingly at his wink, sprinting past him in a fit of giggles.
Restless
for some action to an otherwise monotonous day, Balthier spread his
legs in a ready position, folding his arms above his head to undo and
crack several knots in his muscles. It wasn't long until Vaan halted
him, suprise written evidently at bumping into Balthier.
That
confusion, however, was easily overwritten when Vaan's blue eyes
lowered, stopping at Balthier's shirtless torso. The rich skin
glistened naturally beneath the sun ray's, and they held Vaan's
attention for more than he liked.
"I always knew that only a real man could seize your attention."
Vaan sputtered unintelligibly, then resolved on closing his mouth when he could think of no retort.
Eyes fixated on the pout on succulent lips, Balthier alerted huskily,
"You should know better than to tempt a hungry man, lovely." He took
one step forward.
Placing one foot behind him, Vaan was about to
ask why Balthier had interfered when he discovered Penelo on the other
side of the beach, sticking her tongue at him. Gulping knowingly, he
glanced nervously at Balthier, who only licked his lips in
anticipation. Unprepared, Vaan yelped when Balthier charged forward
suddenly, managing a tight hold around the blond's short jacket.
With
a feverish grunt and stark determination to make it to dinner alive,
Vaan wriggled free from his clothing's confines, and rushed off. He
could hear Balthier's feet thumping on the soft sand close behind him,
and that only sparked Vaan's motivation to lift his knees higher and
run faster.
His plan failed, however, when his foot came in
contact with a blunt item sticking out of the ground, causing the Vaan
lose his balance. Swallowing back a rumble of laughter rooted from the
amusing situation, Balthier took advantage of Vaan's disorientation and
tackled the teen, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a mess of
littered sand and tangled limbs.
Not comfortable with
relinquishing control so easily, especially to a man as deceitful as
Balthier, Vaan gave his all in fighting back, pushing his hands against
the other man's naked chest, remembering that he had to push the
vagrant off, not feel him up.
With hands at either side of
Vaan's struggling body, Balthier grinned victoriously at his
unfortunate lover through heavy panting. "Guess I won that little
rumble."
Vaan failed to glare up at his attacker seeing as he was now attempting to conserve his energy to breath. "How can you... run in those things anyway?" he sputtered between mouthful gulps of air.
"Lots of practice," Balthier answered, already feeling the circulated heat beneath his tight leathers.
'Damn that brat for handing me such lovely images.'
Balthier
snapped from his reverie when he felt Vaan try to roll underneath him.
He caught Vaan's fidgeting wrists and locked them above the his head.
"Imagine the possibilities of this position," he purred suggestively at
a flustered Vaan. Leaning forward upon receiving no retort and a light
flush smeared across both tanned cheeks, Balthier ensured that his
breath brushed against Vaan's parted lips as he continued in a
relentless whisper, "Though I don't believe you're ready for this kind
of exposure."
Crystal blue eyes widened at the instinctive insinuation as the owners imagination swirled on the chances
were such an event to occur. Reminding himself with a shake of his head
that Balthier was only toying with his mind, and defences, Vaan
attempted to wriggle free once more. "Funny, Balthier, now get off!
You're not exactly a light-weight." His response was having Balthier's
larger body pressed closer to his own.
"Careful, Vaan,"
Balthier informed. He brushed their lips together softly, and his ego
inflated when Vaan shivered lightly. "Do you remember the last time you
provoked me like this?"
'He's loving every second of this.'
Vaan internally seethed, wrestling with his rampant emotions to keep
them from running wild with every roll of Balthier's hips against his
own. 'That bastard! When we get back to camp, I'l--I'll... I'll sleep with my back facing him!'
Not
that being beneath a hot and sweaty Balthier resulted in a complete
turn-off for a teenager with healthy hormones, but when under grating
pressures such as this one, it did anything but kindle Vaan's desires.
"Come on, let me go," Vaan all but implored to his assailant as he twisted and turned in hopes that he might break free.
Balthier tsked, wondering
why in hell the blond won't give up. But of course, these types of
circumstances do have their advantages. "Not before you say the magic
words."
Vaan stilled his movements promptly and stared up at
Balthier in stark perplexity, both eyebrows scrunched in thought. "What
magic words?" he finally felt the need to inquire when his mind could
think of none.
Wearing a grin so insane that made Vaan
suspicious and want to retract his curious judgments, Balthier placed
his mouth near an attentive ear, and proceeded to tell the boy exactly
what he wanted to know.
Vaan's eyes widened with every
articulated word. He felt the heat sink and settle in his lower body,
now doing more than moistening his skin. At the last word, Vaan bucked
his hips, succeeded in throwing off Balthier, who was too busy laughing
at Vaan's expression to care.
Agitated yet turned on the
slightest bit, Vaan rested back on his elbows, waiting for Balthier to
sit up from his thrown back position on the sandy ground and shut his
mouth so that they could go back to their camp. He unwillingly watched
the man's heaving chest, rising and falling with every bark of laughter.
Although
Balthier acted like a stubborn prick most of the time, seeing it his
duty to annoy the heck out of Vaan's life during the day and relieve
the boy of his breath at night, watching him now in this care-free
manner reminded Vaan just what had attracted him to the sky pirate in
the first place. Not knowing entirely why, Vaan smiled.
Of
course, the second Balthier had looked up at him with a smile of his
own, Vaan altered his lips to a frown, remembering that he was supposed
to be angry at the brunet and his antics. "Stop laughing. It's not
funny." The request only prompted more laughter from the pirate when
the insistence was followed by a childish pout.
"Do keep making those faces; I've grown rather fond of them."
"And if I don't? What'll you do?"
"As I've made it clear prior to your juvenile rampage, do not tempt me when I'm in the mood."
Vaan's
features twisted into what he hoped his lover would identify as
disgust. "Only you can get excited from the simplest of things."
"It all comes with the package," Balthier said, patting the front of his leather pants.
Huffing
in exhaustion, Vaan lay back on the sand, staring up at the darkening
sky. His hair was askew, sticking up in all sorts of funky angles, but
he's so comfortable in his relaxed position that he doesn't mind at
all. At the sound of shuffling nearby, Vaan concludes that it's
Balthier. While he's not in the mood for whatever the man might be
cooking up, Vaan remained still and pretended not to notice when the
pirate loomed over Vaan, half-laying over his smaller frame. He sighed
when a hand brushed stray bangs aside.
Balthier tossed a quick
glance over his shoulder before reuniting his gaze with the bright blue
orbs staring at him with transfixed gaze. "Basch and Penelo are gone.
Must have gone back for dinner," he murmured, as if raising his voice
the barest inch could possibly shatter the tranquility that had
descended around them. When Vaan hummed to express his awareness,
Balthier continued, "We have the place to ourselves now, if that helps."
Vaan
held back a shiver at the sexual undertone. His eyes narrowed when the
"magic words" echoed around him. "I'm not letting you do that to my ass
again, Balthier."
"I didn't think so," the brunet said with a chuckle. He then added playfully, "You haven't told me to get off. Something wrong?"
"You haven't done anything to me yet."
"Just
how much can I get away with today?" Though he trailed his hand down to
Vaan's belly tentatively, Balthier was treading over ground that he
knew were sure to lash out on his intrusion, but he wouldn't be the
dashing and fearless sky pirate if he didn't.
"Nothing more than
this," Vaan warned through a drowsy yawn, showing little care of the
new warmth stroking his torso, "So don't try it."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Good."
They
spent the next moments in silence, which did not turn into a great deal
for a motor-mouth like Vaan, but he managed, if anything, for the man
laying closely pressed beside him, who now had his head dipped into
Vaan's collar bone. He nudged the boy after some time, telling him to
look over at the horizon. Hues of brilliant yellow and orange whirled
and mixed around the shadowing sky and the setting sun, reminding Vaan
of a painting Old Dalan had hanging on the wall of his home. He could
tell the sight had also captivated Balthier by the long breaths he kept
in-taking.
As he's watching the sun sink into the sea, Vaan said in a low voice, "It would be nice to see this all the time."
"We can watch it tomorrow morning if that's any consolation." A pensive pause. "Though then it would not be a set, but a rise."
Vaan only rolled his eyes. "I knew that already."
"Truly,
did you?" Balthier raised his head to look down at Vaan. "I was trying
to be certain as I didn't court you for your brains, in case that never
occurred to you." Vaan smacked his arm playfully to let the brunet know
his standing. Balthier grabbed the attacking hand, twining their
fingers together and letting their hands rest beside them on the sand.
"Joking."
"I'd like to live here," Vaan continued his thought as
if Balthier were no bother, "at the Phon Coast. Not forever, but for
some time."
Balthier smiled warmly at the dreamy look etched onto the teen's expression. "Why's that?"
"No worries," was the simple answer. Perhaps a bit too simple for a man who lived a complicated life.
"This
is Empire territory in case you've forgotten," Balthier felt the need
to clarify, but he already thought that Vaan had gone bonkers.
"Another reason to like it." Balthier raised an eyebrow, waiting for Vaan to proceed. "Doesn't seem that way."
Memories
of hot summer days like the present swamped Balthier. He saw himself as
a young runt fresh in his teen years so clearly whenever his eyes
fastened onto Vaan's direction, and seeing him now, knowing his
thoughts and wishes, was no different. Nothing stopped Balthier from
relating the humorous tales of his days as a Judge and the times he'd
run away from Archadia to this welcoming beach to prove a point to his
father. He felt his chest bloom with rare anxiety upon being rewarded
with Vaan's sincere, sugary smiles.
It was nice to just lay
there, and not think about what's going to happen next or come up with
a plan for whatever danger there was sure to lie ahead. Being here with
Vaan, tossed lazily on the sandy beach, watching the oceans waves and
the stars--enjoying each other's company without a doubt of worry was
the true gem. When Balthier could get the blond to close his
mouth--were it not for kissing--and simply take in the pleasure of the
moment was such an alluring feeling to be filled with.
"We could
do that," Balthier finally conceded to Vaan's earlier notion. Vaan
turned to face him and the pirate swore that he'd never seen a more
beautiful sight beneath the moon's pale lighting. "Come back here when
it's all over. Not to live, mind you, as I do have my title to think
of."
Vaan smiled at that. "I'd like that."
With an
inviting, half-lidded gaze at his end, Balthier leaned the rest of the
way and caught Vaan's lips in the purest kiss either had given the
other.
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