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Broaching the Subject	By : KimTime-Wolf Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cid braced himself as Rude came closer, unsure of how he would react but flinched at the gentle kiss. He was so confused by it all. One second Rude seemed calm and collected but then...” The second the door shut and he was alone again, Cid sighed. Rude acted like he wanted him close but then said things that completely contradicted them. He wants to be close, then he says ‘you don’t know me’. Why couldn’t he just choose? The pilot went back to his cabin on the Highwind and laid down on his unmade bed. The ache in his feet reminded him of Rude’s firm massage earlier. Gaia, it felt like heaven. Cid just had little patience for the ‘I like you but am going to beat around the bush’ bullshit. They were grown men. Either let him in or don’t. He wasn’t the type of man to be jerked around. Straight forward answers; that’s how he worked.

Rude went to work the next morning with bloodshot eyes he could do nothing about but hide them behind his shades and slumped into his chair to begin his paperwork. He groaned and nearly started banging his on his desk when Reno bounded into the room, knowing the man was going to harass him about Cid.

“So~, how did it go last night?” Reno asked him as he slide into the chair opposite Rude.

“It didn’t.” Rude mumbled.

“What do you mean it didn’t!” Reno stood up quickly and slapped his hands down on Rude’s desk.

“I mean we went over the the Highwind, which is gorgeous, I’d never actually seen it before. And we had tea. But Cid got all angry when I asked how he knew if I was acting differently when he didn’t know me. It was just a question, I wouldn’t presume something about his behaviour when that was the first time I’ve ever talked to him before.” Rude had a rather hurt expression on his face, but he didn’t seem to notice it. “He was all indignant and yelled at me something along the lines of “fine I don’t know you, it’d be stupid to try right? and since I obviously didn’t actually want to get to know him why was I there?” So I left.”

“Well shit.” Reno plopped back down into his chair. “He was probably just nervous Rude. I’m sure YOU were. You don’t usually mince words, but you seemed pretty skittish last night at the bar. Maybe he just wanted you to flat out tell him what you wanted.”

Rude sat back in his own chair thinking it over from that perspective, he did hit his head on his desk when he realized Reno had a point. “He has my jacket… and I don’t have his number. D’you think Tif would give it to me? I should probably apologize to him.”

Reno shook his head in sympathy, “I’m sure Tifa would help you out mate, no worries.” Their conversation was interrupted when Tseng and Rufus came into the room arguing over starting a big project to get ShinRa back on its feet.

Cid was awake before the sun, as always. He got out of bed, pulled on his boots, gloves, and goggles before getting ready to head out to finish up some work on the Highwind. When he looked out the window, he remembered how cold it was. With an angry groan he snatched Rude’s jacket and put it on, grabbing his tool box and heading out. He spent hours fixing up some piping that he was amazed had held during the last trip. When he finally needed a break, he hid in a small corner outside the ship, warming his hands, and keeping the wind off him. Tea was definitely called for once this was over.

On his break Rude called 7th Heaven and hearing Tifa’s chipper greeting made his day a little better. “Hey Tif, would you mind giving me Cid’s number? I forgot to ask for it last night.” He wasn’t going to tell her that he had bungled things.

“Sure thing Rude. 8765309. You need anything else?” Tifa asked him.

“Nope that’s it, thanks.” He hung up with her and then dialed Cid, hoping against hope that the man would actually answer him.

Cid was just about to head back into the ship when his phone went off. “Cid Highwind. What do ya need?” he asked in a slightly tired voice. He was used to getting delivery requests at pretty much any time but he was a little low today and felt like he was running on fumes.

Rude’s heart skipped a beat when Cid answered his phone, but quickly set aside his emotions to answer him… well not all of his emotions. “I need You. But I wanted to apologize for being a dumbass last night. Do you think we could try again?”

Okay, he hadn’t expected that. What was he supposed to say to something like that? “As long as ya got yer head clear now, I can’t see why not, uh...” He needed him? What?! Since when did stuff like this happen outside of fairytales? “Well, I still got yer jacket anyway so ya might as well come over to get it later. We can talk then. Sound good?”

Rude smiled, “That sounds great. I get off at four today so I should be to the Highwind around five, traffic willing. Is that alright?”

“Fine by me. I got some more work to do anyway. I’ll be waitin’. See ya.” Cid nearly dropped his phone. He was so puzzled by this and his face showed it. It wasn’t the situation that confused him; it was how he was reacting. He was excited.

Rude hung up with a grin plastered to his face, Cid didn’t seem angry and maybe this time Rude wouldn’t walk all over himself. He went to grab a bite to eat before getting back to work. He was going to get as much done in the next few hours as he could so he wouldn’t have to worry about maybe being late to work tomorrow.

When Reno saw the smile on his face he began ribbing him about it, but suddenly popped the question: “When did you start liking him anyway? I thought you had a thing for Tifa.”

Rude shook his head, only his partner could be so dense. “You remember when we decided we didn’t want to fight Cloud and them anymore?” At Reno’s nod he continued, “I saw him then. I’m not really sure why I became so infatuated with him, but I did. I’ve had a crush on him since then, and at the time I hadn’t even known his name.”

“Huh, for over a year. No wonder you’re so weird about it.” Reno clapped him on the back, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winked and sauntered off to give his reports to Rufus and Tseng.

Rude rolled his eyes and gathered up his things, it was a few minutes after four by then and he had somewhere to be.

Cid was back in the Highwind, boiling some tea for when Rude arrived. He hoped things went better this time. He knew he’d overreacted but he wasn’t exactly the type to admit it. He didn’t even realise he was still in Rude’s jacket. The blonde sat at the table, fiddling with his fingers and biting his bottom lip as he thought.

Parking his truck near the Highwind with shaking hands Rude climbed out and walked over to the ship’s door. He wasn’t really sure if he should knock or not. He never knocked on a helicopter door, but this wasn’t a helicopter… so he knocked anyway. It was better to be safe than sorry.

Cid jumped at the sudden noise but shook it off and answered. “C’mon in. Got some tea ready.” He said as he gestured for Rude to follow him in. “Make sure ya close the door tight too. It’s not lockin’ as well an’ lets a draft in if ya don’t give it a good yank.” Cid went back to the kitchen and grabbed two mugs but figured they should sit in one of the small living areas this time.

Rude smiled when Cid answered the door wearing his jacket, the man looked positively edible in it. He shook the thought from his head at the mention of tea, a different kind of smile gracing his face. He nodded his head at Cid’s instructions about the door and closed it tight before following the blonde to the kitchen and then a different room. He couldn’t get over how beautifully built this ship was. “I really love this ship. It’s beautiful.” He ran a hand lovingly over the wall he stood next to in the room they had just entered. “Also,” he looked over at Cid with a hungry look, his shades having been left in his truck, “you look hott in my jacket.”

Cid sat back on the couch and smiled at Rude’s comment about the ship. Remembering he was still wearing the other man’s jacket, he looked up to him with a chuckle. “Forgot all about it. Guess I’ll have to keep it if I look that good in it.” He joked, taking a huge gulp of his tea. “Man, I was out there for too long!” He set the mug down and kicked his boots off, sighing with relief as he sunk back into the couch. “Gonna have to fix that door tomorrow.” He mused, thinking out loud as his never resting mind went through checklists of what needed to get done. “Gotta say though, ya look pretty good without the glasses too. They’re sexy an’ all but I don’t think I’ve ever even seen yer eyes before.”

He smirked, “You really think my shades are sexy?” He sat down on the floor by Cid’s feet, picking one up for a massage, his feet were cold. Looking at Cid with concern he asked, “When did you come inside? You’re freezing.”

“Yeah, I do.” Cid said openly. The second Rude rubbed his foot, Cid’s head lulled back on the head of the sofa. “Ugh, that’s perfect~” His whole body relaxed and a small smile crossed his lips. “I got in ‘bout 20 minutes ago. The piping needed some fixin’.” He mumbled.

Rude smiled and watched as Cid practically melted into the sofa, “I tend to wear my shades because my eyes are too expressive. At least that’s what I’ve been told all my life. Not exactly the best trait for someone who’s supposed to blend into the shadows.” He nodded when Cid responded with why he was cold, “That explains it then, it’s rather cold outside.” Rude had on a leather duster at the moment, also lined with wool, against the cold. He hated being cold. Pausing in his massage he reached around and grabbed Cid’s mug and handed it to him, “Get warm.” He switched to Cid’s other foot before saying, “I am sorry I was so asinine last night. I didn’t realize I was hedging around like an idiot teenager.”

Cid accepted the mug but paused to look into Rude’s eyes when he did and smirked. “Yeah, ya do.” He said as he laid back. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Shit happens.” He said with the faint smile returning. “Where’d ya learn to do that?” Cid whispered, his breathing now slow and deep. He let out a chuckle. “Yer gonna have to get my back too if yer this good.”

“From my mother,” Rude answered as he maneuvered himself between Cid’s legs so that he could massage up both of his calfs at the same time. “It may be weird, but giving massages actually relaxes me. It’s something I enjoy, and the original reason I was hired on at ShinRa. I was a masseuses assistant. But then that wing of the building got blown up in an AVALANCHE attack. So I went in for a crash course in explosives, mostly so I could disarm them. But honestly I like figuring out the different compounds and how much of what it takes to blow something up. So I ended up a Turk.” Rude blushed and stopped talking, he didn’t think even Reno knew that. The kid probably knew he’d had a previous job at ShinRa, but… he mentally shrugged, it didn’t really matter he supposed.

“Never would’a guessed that.” Cid mumbled as Rude moved onto his calves. The blonde could feel a heat pooling in his groin from so much attention. He hadn’t had a massage since...actually, he couldn’t remember when. He’d grown used to a cramp here, an ache there, and just hoping to sleep them off but it was clear it hadn’t worked. He felt numb from the knees down because of how relaxed his long tensed muscles had become. He wondered how many knots Rude must have gotten rid of if he felt this good already.

Rude smiled before pausing to take a swallow of his own tea, then resuming his massage. He worked his way around Cid’s knees and began kneading his thighs. While he was turned on by where his hands were, and even by what he was doing and Cid’s reactions to it, he wasn’t going to do anything but massage the man. There were too many freaking knots! “How on Gaia do you live with being this tense and knotted up?” Rude’s brow was furrowed as he used both hands on one thigh to gently ease out a rather large knot.

Cid shook lightly when Rude’s hands went higher. “I’m a mechanic. Workin’ 24/7 don’t exactly leave time fer a trip to some overpriced spa.” Cid raised an eyebrow. “And be honest, could you actually see a guy like me walkin’ into a spa for a fuckin’ massage?” Cid was the kind of man you’d always find covered in grease and oil stains, polishing weapons, tinkering with anything metal, and stayed up to endless hours of the night. He had almost no morning routine other than a showering, brushing his teeth, and grabbing food. He’d shave if he had extra time but that was about three times a week. Long story short, he was just a really busy man. He bit his lip when Rude found the large knot in his thigh. “Ah, fuck. That one’s bad.” He said, wincing a bit until the pressure let up.

No, Rude couldn’t imagine Cid in a spa, however, Rude had never gone to one either. “You don’t need a spa to relax. That’s just a waste of hard earned money. Couldn’t you just ask someone to give you a massage? I know Tifa gives them and both of us have been teaching little Marlene.” He moved on once the knot was diminished, going for the man’s hips. His thumbs went in gentle circles, not really thinking about how hott Cid was, but that he was sore and needed to relax. His mind was only on relieving pain and nothing more. Even his cock, normally hard when so much as thinking about Cid, was flaccid. His own body was relaxed for his purposes of relaxing another.

Cid blushed slightly. “It’d feel weird to ask someone out of the blue I guess. I asked you because ya started massagin’ my foot back at the bar.” He explained, running a hand over Rude’s as he gently worked his hips. His blush deepened when he noticed his pants tenting a bit. He just hoped Rude wouldn’t think it was strange. Was that normal from getting a massage? He hoped. However, Rude seemed like a very understanding man so Cid wasn’t too concerned.

Rude smiled, “Yeah I guess that could be a little awkward. But I just ask if anyone in the room can give them and if they would mind when I’m sore. That’s how I found out Tifa gives them.” He removed his hands from the narrow hips and began massaging Cid’s arms one at a time, starting with his fingers.

Cid smirked lazily. “Guess I’m just not used to stuff like that.” He admitted. The blonde reached a hand up, stroking Rude’s cheek then froze when he realised what he was doing. He let out an embarrassed chuckle and pulled his hand back. “Sorry, just nice to have this kind of attention.”

“Well maybe you should be around people more often.” Rude suggested offhandedly as he worked up to Cid’s shoulders. When Cid’s hand brushed his cheek he turned startled brown eyes to blue ones and smiled. “That’s alright. Though I’ve reached all of you that I can from this angle. If you want more of a massage you’ll have to lay down on your stomach.” Rude sat back on his heels away from the inticing smell of tobacco and oil that was Cid and took a few more swallows of his cooling tea.

“Tha’s a little hard to do with makin’ runs so often.” Cid explained as he removed his dusty blue shirt, Rude's jacket, his own, and lay on his stomach, burying his face in one of the cushions. He adjusted himself a bit until he could lay there without his semi-stiff cock bothering him. “I just like workin’ a lot but I’m startin’ to think I should stop by now and then for some relaxation.” He murmured with a little grin.

Rude stood out of the way as Cid got himself comfortable, taking off his duster and suit jacket and tossing them to a nearby chair. Then he took off his shoes and tie and placed them by and on the chair respectively. His breath caught in his chest when Cid’s toned skin was bared to his sight, instantly he was hard and he had a time of it settling himself on his knees against the sofa before he could trust himself to touch the man again. But once he had the urge to lick all of that displayed skin under control he went back to massaging, starting again with Cid’s feet. He worked his way up the backs of his legs and even massaged his ass cheeks before moving up his back. A huge blush painted the black man as he worked, because this time he couldn’t get himself to relax and the want was building. “You certainly shouldn’t work so damn hard, this is a little ridiculous.” He commented when he found a section of Cid’s lower back that was nothing but knots. He worked them out slowly and carefully not wanting to hurt the man. “Call me any time.”

“I love my work. I don’t mind a few knots. Now I can get them taken care of anyway.” He said with a chuckle but froze when Rude got to his ass. Was that normal for a massage? Surely. People got full body massages so it must have been. Cid didn’t really care either way. He was not about to complain about hot, strong hands groping his ass. Damn, it felt good. He tensed a bit when Rude found the many knots at the base of his back. He arched his back a bit, hoping to loosen some and relieve some of the pain. “I’ll call ya now an’ then fer sure.”

“At least one of us does.” Rude mumbled. He worked his way up to Cid’s shoulders before talking again, figuring ‘now and then’ was good enough for a start. “What exactly do you do? I mean, we have the basics… that didn’t come out right. Fuck it, to hell with work. I’ma just shut up now.” He sat back with a thump as he finished massaging the knots out of Cid’s neck and grabbed his mug to give his hands something to do and his eyes somewhere to look.

Cid snickered into the pillow at Rude’s comment. “I’m just a mechanic, Rude. Nuts, bolts, wrenches, and ideas.” He looked at Rude once he finished and raised a brow. “Ya doin’ a’right?” Cid was pretty sure Rude was just pulling himself back again but instead of showing his frustration this time, he chose to ease him back into comfort. “Why’d ya stop?” he asked, clearly knowing the massage was over but trying to hint that he’d been enjoying it as well.

Rude smiled up at him, “Sorry. I’m fine, I just wish I had a different job is all. There aren’t any more knots and my hand started cramping.” He moved over so that he was leaning against the sofa and put an arm up so he could lazily rub his hand along Cid’s calf as he continued to sip his tea. “Though, I can continue in a bit if you’d like.”

Cid tilted his head a bit at that. “I thought ya liked bein’ a Turk.” When Rude said his hands were cramping Cid smiled and moved the man’s elbow, taking his hand in his own, rubbing and kissing it. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He mumbled against Rude’s knuckles.

“I do, but then I don’t. I’m not going to give up on my partner or my boss or anything. But not being hated for who I work for would be nice once in a while.” A line of heat shot from Rude’s fingers where he could still feel Cid’s kiss burning his flesh and went straight to his dick. All thought derailed. When he could get his breathing under control he stuttered out, “W-worry about what?” His eyes were glued to Cid’s mouth as it rested near his hands.

“Don’t worry ‘bout givin’ me a massage if yer hands’re tired. That was a hell of a lot more than I could’a asked for.” Cid continued nipping and kissing Rude’s hand. “Workin’ fer Shinra kinda brings that along with it, huh?” The blonde swallowed the butterflies he felt and reached forward to pull Rude close, gently pressing their lips together. Cid was no expert in bed and hardly knew how it worked with guys but a kiss was easy enough.

All Rude could get out before Cid pressed their lips together was a surprised “oh”, then he was lost. Cid’s lips were dry but firm, soft ~ Rude sighed as he simply kissed him back. He literally could not think of anything else to do. Unconsciously he set his mug down on the table and lifted his now free hand to the back of Cid’s head to hold him in place, his fingers playing through the hair at his knape.

Cid allowed Rude to pull him closer and deepen the kiss but it was beyond clear that he was inexperienced; much like a person trying to dance when they just didn’t learn the moves. Cid was very ‘cautious’ of how he moved, just praying he wouldn’t wind up turning Rude off. Now what?! Did he just want to get to it or was he expecting some foreplay? What kind of foreplay did he even like?? What was foreplay between two men?

Feeling rather nervous Rude pulled back slightly to look at Cid. While the other man had started it, that didn’t mean he wanted more than a rubdown and a quick kiss. Plus Rude really had to get his libdio under control. He left his hand playing in Cid’s hair and rubbing a thumb up and down on his neck, but otherwise pulled away a smile on his face. He read the slight panicked confusion in Cid’s blue eyes and said, “That was nice.” He decided he’d wait for some kind of response before trying anything else though, he didn’t want to push it. Plus… he’d never done anything more than kiss another person before.

Cid furrowed his brows and turned his face away with a furious blush. “Neither of us knows what the fuck we’re doin’, do we?” he asked openly. At least it wasn’t just him. “I’m all for it but...I don’t really know-“ Cid paused for a moment before facepalming himself. “I don’t know how the fuck this works with two guys.”

Leaning back more Rude smiled, “Yeah I don’t really either, but it’s not like we have to do anything fast.” He leaned in and left a soft kiss on Cid’s mouth before pulling away. He sat back down with his back against the table taking up his mug to finish off his tea. He sat there with a smile and a small blush on his face just looking at Cid before commenting cooly, “You really are too hott you know, you should probably put your shirt back on.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his brown eyes as he looked Cid over from the top of his blonde head to the tips of his socked feet.

Cid returned the kiss and tapped his finger on his knee when Rude spoke. “Don’ feel like it.” He stated dryly about his shirt. “I do wanna-well, if yer in the mood to-but not if ya don’t feel like-“ Cid facepalmed and sighed before putting his thoughts together and just saying what he thought. “If yer up fer it, I wanna mess around. We don’t have to go all the way ‘cause I doubt either of us would actually know how to properly...you get the point.” Cid’s face was cherry red but he kept a semi-straight face.

Rude smiled softly at Cid’s obvious embarrassment and leaned in to press a light kiss to his lips, “Sounds amazing to me. We can figure it out as we go.” He let his hands roam over the lean chest in front of him, mapping the ridges of bone and the ripples of muscle before ducking his head down to taste it.

Cid closed his eyes when Rude began touching him. It was far more sensual than earlier. His heart began to beat a bit faster as his mind got caught up in the possibilities and the sheer excitement of not knowing what to expect. He ran a hand under Rude’s collar then over his shoulder and began to firmly massage it, enjoying the feeling of his surprisingly soft skin. He wasn’t expecting that considering the type of work Rude did. Cid’s skin was a bit ‘roughed up’ from working almost 24/7 on endless amounts of machinery. He bit his lip and sighed when he felt the other man’s mouth on him. Rude’s breath was pleasingly warm against his skin.

Rude’s nervousness melted when he heard Cid sigh, so he took a pert nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around before biting down on it with his lips. His fingers danced over the well muscled stomach as he waited for Cid’s reaction. He didn’t want to do anything the man didn’t like after all.

Cid’s breath caught in his throat but he slowly exhaled and began to relax again. He played with Rude’s earrings as he continued to tease his body. He was surprised yet again by how gentle the Turk was. The blonde wasn’t sure what to do or say in the situation and remained quiet for the most part, though he was clearly enjoying himself.

Getting an idea Rude smirked before standing up, he motioned for Cid to lie on his back on the couch and once the man was situated, a confused look on his face, Rude straddled his hips. “God, you’re so fucking hott.” He moaned and began massaging Cid’s chest with his talented fingers as he leaned down to begin sucking at the juncture of neck and shoulder.

Never in a million years did Cid think the meanest, toughest looking man in Shinra would say, let alone, do anything like this to him. He bit his lip, not knowing what Rude would want him to do in return. He had no clue what the man liked.

Rude smirked and licked the shell of Cid’s ear before whispering hotly, “Do anything you want.”

Cid felt his fingers twitch with anticipation. His whole nervous system was going crazy from those few perfectly spoken words. Knowing that Rude was fine with his touch, Cid very slowly slid his hand up the other man’s thigh, gently rubbing the firm muscle underneath. “Sorry.” Cid whispered. “Nerves got the best o’ me fer a sec.”

Cid’s hand burned a path up his thigh making Rude hiss. “No need for apologies.” He bent down and kissed the pilot, licking at his lips to ask permission to enter.

Cid’s hand froze and he returned the kiss. He shivered as he felt the other’s tongue slip into his mouth and groaned, feeling pressure build up as his erection grew. Cid placed his hand over it, as if that would hide it. He knew Rude didn’t care so why should he? How was that embarrassing? What else was he expecting to happen? And why was he cursed with over thinking and over evaluating things? Cid realized he’d stopped kissing Rude from getting caught up in his thoughts. He blushed and flopped his head back on the couch, covering his face with one of the pillows.

Cid opened his mouth to let him in and Rude was in heaven...for about a minute before it was over. The moment Cid covered himself he stopped kissing Rude and said man sat up to see what he’d done wrong. However it only took him a moment to realize he hadn’t done anything wrong, Cid was just thinking too much. When the pilot threw a couch pillow over his face Rude had to laugh, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Don’t call me that.” Came Cid’s muffled but clearly flustered voice. He KNEW there was no reason for it. He remembered when someone had noticed in the past and all he’d done was tell him to keep his eyes off it if it bothered him so much. So why now? No, it wasn’t the timing. It was the person. Now that Rude was actually out about his attraction, Cid felt the embarrassment. He didn’t want to stop though. However, he couldn’t get anything done with the way he was now. Cid slowly pulled the pillow from his flushed face and sighed. “I’m fine”

“Oh, I know you are.” Rude grinned but swung off of Cid and the couch to crouch beside Cid’s red face. He leaned in and kissed Cid lightly on the lips before standing, “More tea?” It was a vain effort to gain control over himself before he simply jumped the older man.

“No thanks.” Cid sat up and rubbed the back of his head. “Well, that was stupid. I swear, it’s like I got a devil on each shoulder sometimes. It’d be nice to have an angel fuckin’ stop by once in a blue moon.” He joked. Thinking on how he might be able to make it easier for himself, Cid got the strangest but most logical way (In his mind anyway) to get this done. His face went bright red but he spoke anyway. “Ya know how some folks are into that blindfold stuff? Maybe...maybe I could use my scarf? I mean it tricks the brain or something, doesn’t it?” At least, that’s what he heard.

That stopped Rude in his tracks, “You think the problem is that you can see me?” That stung a little, but he was willing to try it. Just the idea of tying Cid up in any way made him hard all over again. Though if being able to see Rude was what was bothering the man, Rude couldn’t understand how not seeing him was going to help. Rude desperately needed Cid to want him, he wanted to be a turn on for the other man… not just an experimental sex toy.

Cid could hear the change in Rude’s voice and chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong. It ain’t cause yer not hot’r anything. I think I’m just not sure how you’d react to the ways I don’t know I’LL react.” The blonde paused and pinched the bridge of his nose. “That didn’t even make sense, did it? I don’t know how to explain. It’s like ‘preventing the unknown’...maybe?”

Rude chuckled, “Well if you think it will help, I’m certainly not against tying you up in any way.” Rude sauntered back over the Cid and cupped his chin in his hand to raise his head before cover his mouth with his own.

Cid returned the kiss and actually kept his train of thought this time. He smirked at Rude’s comment and got up, snatching his scarf, and tossing it to the Turk. Cid chose to take the initiative this time. He walked over and began kissing along Rude’s neck and pulling their bodies close together. “Maybe I just have too much pride.” He whispered.

Rude grinned as Cid rose and tossed a scarf at him, catching it by reflex. He didn’t really have time for anything else before Cid moved over and sent his thought-train over a cliff. However, the buzz was killed a bit by Cid’s comment, Rude wasn’t sure what any of this had to do with pride when it was only the two of them there. But he wasn’t about to let Cid change his mind, he’d wanted the pilot for too long. Without commenting on the pride issue Rude slowly raised his arms and carefully tied the scarf around Cid’s eyes before bringing their lips together.

Cid was surprised to find out he was right. Just feeling was so much easier. How could someone judge you through touch? He didn’t even think Rude would but Cid was a very proud man and any kind of mockery just gutted him. He felt Rude’s soft lips again and wrapped his arms tighter around the man.

Rude’s pulse jumped when Cid held him tighter and he leaned back slightly with a smile, “Better?”

Cid bit his lip but smiled, feeling more confident in letting his hands roam Rude’s body. The pilot lowered his hands and squeezed the Turk’s ass, slowly leaning forward until he found Rude’s neck again and nipped at his jaw playfully. "Much."

Rude’s dick twitched when Cid grabbed his ass and he released a small moan as the blonde found his neck again. “Mmmm, I’m glad.” Rude didn’t really understand it, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had all 178 centimeters of blonde hotness in his arms, ready and willing. With a feral smile he was glad Cid couldn’t see he ran his hands expertly up the pilot’s chest from his waistline to play with his nipples.

Cid hissed as Rude’s fingers found their way over his skin. The blonde slowly moved his hand around to Rude’s front but hesitated, unsure if the Turk would mind. He took the chance and gently cupped Rude’s balls, massaging them in his palm.

Rude nearly melted to the floor when Cid cupped his full sac, he let out a strangled moan before attacking the man’s throat with his lips, tongue and teeth. Though he went gently, not sure if Cid would like that sort of thing, it was his way of letting the blonde know that he was enjoying the treatment.

That was enough encouragement for Cid. He tilted his head and moaned, giving Rude more access to his neck. He then continued to stroke and toy with the Turk’s now rigid member.

“Ahh~.” Rude sighed in contentment as Cid continued his ministrations and decided a little payback was in order. Slowly he ran his hands around to the pilot’s back and slid them down the sculpted muscles before grabbing the man’s ass and giving it a squeeze.

Cid jumped a bit but relaxed and kissed Rude heatedly. He wasn’t used to having anyone else this far in his personal space but he was actually getting more and more comfortable with letting him do these things, as unexpected as they could be.

Returning the kiss with gusto Rude brought a hand around and cupped the bulge in Cid’s own pants, rubbing his thumb slowly over the length he felt inside.

Cid froze for a moment, analyzing the sensation as Rude rubbed him. It didn’t bother him in the least but he wasn’t sure how to react. However, his dick clearly did know how. Cid ran his hands up Rude’s arms and squeezed his biceps as he became even harder. “Fuck.”

“I would love to. But I don’t think we’re ready for that yet.” Rude teased before capturing Cid’s lower lip between his own and sucking on it.

Cid was about to make a rebuttal but Rude quickly cut him off. The blonde pulled back for a moment and bit his lip. “Actually, I-“ He paused and reached up, removing his scarf, and finally looking Rude in the eye. “I think I’d be fine with that. I’d be fine with trying at least.” His face was still flushed but he had his nerve back and wasn’t as concerned about it anymore. “I’ll tell ya if I want ya to stop so ya don’t need to worry about that.”

Rude had to keep himself from bucking into the other man when he said he would be willing, “You’re sure?” There was clear desire in his brown eyes, but he didn’t want to scare the other man away with how beyond ready he was to have sex with him.

Cid laughed at Rude’s obvious excitement and nodded. “Why not? I want to and now’s the best time, don’t ya think? Just take it slow an' I should be fine."

“Mmm, you’re already ‘fine’.” Rude cupped Cid’s face in his hands and leaned in to give him a sweet kiss full of promise. He moved his hand down over Cid chest and stomach before running his fingers around the inside of his waistband.

“Don’t get all cheesy on me no-“ Cid stopped when he felt Rude’s warm skin on his cheeks and returned the kiss. He didn’t flinch or show any worry when Rude reached lower and just wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

While returning the kiss Rude undid the fastenings of Cid’s pants and then removed his own shirt before going back to kiss the man. He snuck his hand onto Cid’s member and began mapping the warm ridges.

Cid rested his head on Rude’s shoulder and enjoyed the feeling of his large hand almost examining his flesh. He held Rude close but left just enough room for the other man to move his hand. After a few moments, Cid gently pushed Rude back onto the couch and straddled him. “Figure we might as well be comfortable if we’re gonna do this.”

Pouting a bit until Cid was on his lap Rude smiled, “You do stand an awful lot.” He licked a path up Cid’s neck and pulled out the man’s impressive member and began slowly stroking it.

Cid was about to ask what he meant but hissed when his hot skin came in contact with the cold air. The blonde rested his head back on Rude’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his neck once more. He wasn’t sure why he felt so good like that but he didn’t really care as long as it didn’t bother Rude. “Ya don’t mind, do ya?” he said through heated breaths. Cid just wanted to be sure Rude wasn’t annoyed that he wasn’t exactly doing anything in return other than a few touches and kisses.

Rude smiled at him, “Not at all, it feels good.” He kissed Cid’s cheek and flicked his finger over the tip of Cid’s cock. Rude felt like he was drowning, while his day dreams had always consisted of Cid knowing what he wanted and how to get it, actually being able to touch the man was far better than any of his imaginings.

Cid was quite surprised by how gentle Rude was. Though he was stern, he was still tolerant and even seemed to enjoy some of what Cid was doing or lack thereof. His cheek was hot and tingly where Rude had kissed him and Cid was beginning to feel his arousal really build up as he toyed with him.

Finally feeling like Cid was ready to have some real fun, Rude took his mouth in a deep searching kiss. It was slow and allowed each to find all the tasty spots in each other’s mouths. They were so into it that they didn’t hear any doors opening until suddenly Yuffie’s voice boomed from the kitchen just down the hall. “Cid you old coot! Where are ya!” Rude froze, rather certain that Cid did not want to be caught in this arrangement by a seventeen year old girl.

Cid’s eyes snapped open and he looked at Rude, silently asking him what the hell he should do. Yuffie would NEVER let him live this down! He swiftly jumped up and ran to close and lock the door. “Just gimme a second! I’m changin’, ya brat! Who invited ya on my ship anyway?! Get out!”

Rude chuckled silently at the old man’s reaction but rose slowly and put his shirt back on, “Changing huh? That’s gonna be your deal? So, I was watching you? That little troublemaker will be all for telling everyone you’re a stripper.” A chuckle escaped his control and he handed Cid his shirt and deftly readjusted the man into his pants and did him up. He kissed his nose before taking the tea tray and went out another door, closing it behind him. However...he’d never really been on a detailed tour of the ship before so it took him a while and no few wrong turns before he found his way to the kitchen.

Yuffie huffed at such an abrupt response and walked toward the door that was now closed but hadn’t been before. /What’s that old man hiding?/ She wondered to herself.

“Shut up! She doesn’t know yer here!!” he whispered angrily as his face got brighter and brighter. Once Rude was finished teasing the living hell out of him, Cid turned his attention back to Yuffie. “I told ya, I’m changin’! Ya know how I am about people just waltzin’ onto my fuckin’ ship so-so just get lost!”

“Bullshit you old fart! And I didn’t just ‘waltz in here’. I knocked on every closed door and I’ve been yelling for you for like five minutes.” Yuffie stated from the other side of the door. “Why the heck are you changing in your parlor anyway? Too greasy to make it to your bedroom?” She taunted.

Rude could hear everything they were saying so knew he wasn’t too incredibly lost in the ship as he tried to find the kitchen.

“You can fuck right off with that attitude! I fucked my knee up, while I was workin’ on the ship so I just had to check the damage. Happy now?! Just let me get my fuckin’ pants on an’ I’ll pay ya some damn attention!” Cid shuffled around a bit to replicate the sound of his clothing shifting before finally opening the door and grabbing Yuffie’s arm. “Out. I don’t care if ya knocked. Ya got no answer. Therefore, yer not fuckin’ welcome!”

Yuffie pouted at the tongue lashing and was about to apologize for not thinking about him maybe having hurt himself and ask if there was anything she could do, but Cid beat her to the punch. He yanked her about - treatment she was NOT used to from anyone - and yelled at her some more as he drug her down the hallway.

“Hey now!” The ninja suddenly stopped dead still and Cid couldn’t move her just by yanking on her arm. “I was invited by you weeks ago! Before you even got back to Edge! I mean if you’re going to be here awhile, I can come back later. But there’s no need to be an asshole about it. You’ve never cared before, otherwise you’d lock the damn door.”

It was then that she noticed Rude finally making it to the kitchen with the tea tray. He gave her a smile and threw over his shoulder, “The door was locked Yuff, I heard it click when I closed it earlier.”

The girl had the decency to blush, a blush that not only turned her face red, but her ears, neck and shoulders as well. “Okay, okay, okay. I picked the lock, I’ll go now! I’ll buy you a new door if it’s stopped working right after this!” She wrenched her arm out of Cid’s grip and fled the ship. Once outside she slowed down at bit, her blush continuing to grow until her whole body was radiating heat like a sunburn. She just couldn’t handle the idea that both of her crushes had been in the same place. It had never happened before. Yuffie decided to head to 7th Heaven to gush about her fantasy love life and how it just got so much more complicated to Tifa.

“I never invited you fer shit, ya lil’ liar!” Cid was about to continue his rant when he saw Yuffie and Rude had seen one another. The pilot went white as a sheet. Would she clue in? Clearly not by her reaction. When she admitted to picking the lock, however, Cid began to fume. “You WHAT?!?” No sooner had Cid asked when the ninja took off. “Ya lil’ shit! How dare you!?” He gave Rude a flabbergasted look and pointed in the direction Yuffie had run. “Can you believe that?!? She fuckin’ broke onto my ship!!”

Chuckling Rude came out of the kitchen and kissed Cid on the nose, “Well she IS a thief.”

“But-I-she! It’s my ship!” Cid let his head fall on Rude’s chest, not sure what else to say on the matter. Rule #1 about this ship; it was Cid’s. “I hate that kid.” He grumbled. “Can we just go back an’ keep screwin’ around so I don’t go kill her?”
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