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Field Day	By : Ping Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Field Day

Chapter 3
'This idea just seems to get better and better...' With a smile and
a sigh, Zell wiggled his toes, burying them in the sand and letting the
waves wash them clean again. There could not have been a better day to
play hookie- the beach was empty, but for them, and the gorgeous weather
was worth the guilt he felt for skipping class, the dread at Quistis' reaction
when she found out about it, and his worry over Seifer's threat.
In fact, it was so nice outside, it almost even made up for the fact
that Irvine was practically humping his thigh.
Zell glanced from the corner of his eye as said cowboy settled his clothes
and boots on his towel, his hat still perched safely on his head. 'He's
not really going to swim in that, is he?' Zell blushed and turned his head
away fast enough to make his brain rattle as Irvine's eyes unexpectedly
met his with a suggestive wink.
Zell's face burned, the sunlight suddenly seeming to scorch his skin.
Irvine was a horndog; he'd take any available opportunity to flirt, be
it with boy or girl, but with the noticeable lack of bikini-clad beach
bunnies, Zell felt it more directly than at any other time. They'd hang
out and Irvine would usually find opportunity put the moves on him, but
there was usually someone else around- Zell always chalked it up to wanting
to embarrass him, or to impress someone else, or that it was just his way
to poke fun.
Irvine's body was suddenly behind his own. Zell wondered when the tall
brunette had approached, as he gulped and focused too intently on the water
swirling around his ankles and then receding.
There was no one else around, so there went all of Zell's theories...
Behind him Irvine's chest rumbled. It took Zell a few moments and another
gulp to realize that he was laughing.
"Zell, I don't think I've seen anybody turn that red since Selphie knocked
a can of paint off a ladder!" He wrapped his long, muscular arms around
Zell's shoulders, causing the smaller boy to jump. "I always thought cute
lil' blondes tanned."
It seemed impossible, but Zell felt himself blushing even harder as
he shrugged out of Irvine's grip. Ducking below the loop of arms, Zell
skipped backwards in the water, trying to think of something to say- he
had never been so tongue tied in his life!
"Are you okay, Zelly? You look a little... nervous." Irvine sounded
genuinely concerned- as well he should. Irvine wasn't the sort to be mean
spirited on purpose. But still, it was hard to consider Irvine as an innocent,
caring guy when he was smiling crookedly and hooking his thumbs in his
shorts.
That last thought sparked something in Zell's brain that very nearly
caused a nosebleed. "What are you doing!?" He exploded, pointing at Irvine's
hands as they toyed with the elastic of his shorts.
"What?" Irvine asked innocently. "There's no one else around- don't
tell me you've never gone skinny dippin'. It's very... relaxing!" With
a perky smile Irvine bent over double, then stood and kicked his boxers
towards his towel.
Zell's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stood there, gawking
at the tall Galbadian basking in the sunlight and blue ocean water wearing
nothing but a cowboy hat and a grin. His eyes roved of their own free will,
and he fought but failed miserably to keep them trained on Irvine's own
smiling eyes. Over the long, pale limbs, across the flat chest with two
toffee colored nipples, the well toned abs, the light dusting of hairs
from his navel to his... strong thighs... shins weren't terribly interesting,
so back to the thighs and then up again to... Zell opened his mouth, trying
to say... 'put your clothes on'- 'what are you thinking?'- 'are you crazy?'-
'I should have never skipped class!' ... Anything but what actually came
out of his mouth.
"... you're so hot."
Irvine laughed out loud again, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb
and looking off into the distance- if Zell didn't know better (or had the
sense to notice at all) he'd say Irvine looked almost bashful.
"Nah, ain't nothin' special with an ol' country boy."
His accent seemed more prominent when he was embarrassed- Zell didn't
know whether to be proud that he had embarrassed him, endeared at this
new level to his friend, or still outrageously abashed at his declaration.
He didn't have time to really think on it more, as Irvine had seemed to
come back to himself, sloshing slowly through the water towards the unwitting
blonde.
"But a sun baked little surfer's sure a thing to catch the eye- 'specially
if he ever gets around to takin' those big ass shorts off." He winked and
Zell blushed again, though at the words, the slow, seductive movement towards
himself, or the nudity he couldn't say. Zell was caught like a deer in
headlights as Irvine closed in on him.
Their bodies were so close that they shared heat as Irvine smiled down
at Zell. His limbs not responding, Zell could do nothing but stare up at
Irvine, causing the other teen to chuckle again. Irvine clasped Zell's
shoulders in his large hands, gently urging the smaller body even closer
still, his eyes locked on the blonde's large baby blues. His eyes traced
the exotic tattoo, that adorable spiked hair, those soft pink lips. He
smiled tenderly. "Don't tell me this surprises you..."
'Um, yeah?' Zell only nodded, innocent eyes wide, though there was a
far less innocent reaction farther down his body. Irvine's hands radiated
heat, melting the lead in his limbs and allowing Zell to move his own hands
up to Irvine's hips.
Irvine's long lashes fluttered, brushing his high cheekbones as he leaned
down and brushed his parted lips once over Zell's, causing the blonde to
gasp. A second brush, a third, and Zell angled his head farther back, giving
Irvine the permission he wanted. Their lips met softly, a sigh escaping
and mingling between as Irvine suckled on Zell's lips, tasting sunlight
and energy- just how he thought he would taste. Irvine himself groaned
and pushed the kiss deeper, sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth
and exploring the moist heat. His hands moved up to cup Zell's face gently
between his long fingers as he sucked Zell's tongue into his own mouth,
nibbling on the tip as it searched through his own mouth.
Breathing heavily, Zell wrapped his arms tighter around Irvine's waist,
pressing groin to hip, as he splayed his fingers over his tall companion's
flushed skin. An unexpectedly strong wave sent them both off balanced,
when coupled with the lack of air, and they released each other as they
fought to regain balance, only Irvine succeeding. With a squawk and a splash,
Zell landed on his butt in the water. He glared up at Irvine from one eye,
the other obscured by his fallen hair.
Irvine guffawed down at him, slapping his thighs. He thought of mentioning
that a martial artist was supposed to be balanced and graceful, but when
Zell spit out a mouthful of salt water, he was too busy holding his sides
and trying to breathe to say a word. Tears blurred his vision at the sheer
cuteness of the scene, so he didn't see Zell moving until he felt a calloused
hand grip his half erect shaft. He sobered immediately, the flesh instantly
hardening again. He didn't have time to enjoy it, however, as Zell used
his tender bits as a handle to pull him down into the water- how could
he refuse? Irvine landed with a splash and a reproachful look at the blonde
as he settled in the sand beside him.
"You don't play very nice, Dincht." He chided, although he let his hand
rest on Zell's groin, fingering his button and zipper.
Zell snorted, unrepentant. "Psh. Like you ever play nice?"
Irvine adopted an airy look. "I'm always nice- you'll not find a nicer
guy on the whole planet."
"So what does that mean when you're in space?" Zell asked with a raised
eyebrow- he was surprised Irvine left any room open for that one. "Besides,
when have you ever played nice??"
Irvine's jaw dropped and his brows furrowed. "Och. When have I not?"
His indignant moue was belied by the snap of Zell's shorts button opening.
"Always! You flirt with everybody, like you'd hump a dog and be satisfied!
How do you expect anyone to think you're serious when you play the whole
crowd??" Zell was fastidiously ignoring southern developments.
"I do not play the whole crowd! I do flirt a lot- heck, I like people
and I got charm to spare. Where's the harm in that? But I'm not lookin'
to bag the whole Garden!" Down went the zipper.
"Like hell you're not! You practically ooze over Selphie and Squall
and Quistis and even that girl in the library!"
"That's a territorial thing!"
"What is? Quistis??" Zell's right eye squinted.
"No, dunce, that girl! She's got the hots for you- and I noticed
you didn't mention that I flirt with you all the time, too!"
"That's a little obvious, Irv, you've got your hand down my pants!"
"So? That's the important thing! You don't see me with my hand down
Squall's pants, now do ya??"
"He'd cut it off!" Zell yelled.
"That's not the point!!" Irvine screamed, hefting himself onto his knees
to straddle Zell's hips. "I flirt 'cuz it makes people smile, and I like
to make people feel good- but you're the one I want to make me
feel good! I don't want to stick my hand down Squall's pants or Selphie's
or Quistis's!"
"They don't wear pants."
"AAAGGGHHH!!! Shut up!!" Irvine buried his fingers in Zell's hair and
crushed their lips together, effectively silencing the infuriating babble.
When Irvine released Zell's head, which fell back under water with the
unexpected timing, his lips were swollen and his face was flushed. Once
Zell resurfaced and coughed up the water he snorted, he could see Zell's
lips were pretty kiss bruised as well. "You can think me a hooch all ya
want, short stuff, but yer the only one I wanna skinny dip with. I mean
that."
Zell squinted up at Irvine, trying not to cough again- it made his face
red and his eyes water, and that wasn't too attractive. But Irvine was
staring down at him soberly- and Zell realized he was being honest. "Really,
Irvy?"
"Yah. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
Zell didn't look convinced.
"Okay, look, I do mean it. Why wouldn't I? Yer the cutest little thing
I've ever seen, you've got the best body I've ever seen, you're way more
fun to be around that Squall, and you tell a better dirty joke than any
of the girls." He leaned down again and gently pecked Zell on the cheek.
"What's not to love?"
Zell blushed, pouting up at Irvine through his bangs, bottom lip poking
out. "Well, how wuz I s'posed to know? You never said anything..."
Irvine shrugged, returning his attention to the offending article of
clothing between their bodies. "Maybe I was just looking for the perfect
moment- ya know, to work up my courage."
Zell snorted as Irvine urged his hips up and began sliding his shorts
off. "Yeah right, to work up the perfect boner, is more like it."
Irvine beamed as he tossed the soggy shorts to the shore. "Perfect?
Really? You're too kind!"
Before Zell could retort, Irvine laid down along the full length of
Zell's body, holding himself up by the elbows as he nipped at Zell's lips.
Zell flushed as he braided his fingers into Irvine's hair, working the
band holding the chestnut locks back in a ponytail loose enough to allow
strands free to tickle his neck. Both boys moaned as their tongues met
and dueled again, the warm water surrounding them not dampening the scorching
heat pooling where their groins met and gently moved against one another.
The water lapped roughly around them as their movements became more
rushed, their bodies sliding against each other with powerful strokes.
Zell made a keening noise, splaying his legs to allow Irvine to slip between
them, wrapping them around his waist. His muscular thighs pressed Irvine's
body tightly against his own as his hips pumped, alternately grinding their
swollen cocks together and allowing the water to swirl between them. Zell
scrunched his eyes shut and let his head drop back until his bangs dangled
in the water. Irvine leaned down and suckled on his bared throat, licking
and nipping as his hands moved down to grip the tight globes of Zell's
bottom. He grunted as he added to the intense force of their thrusts, taking
a firm hold of one of the chords of muscles in Zell's neck with his teeth.
Irvine gripped Zell with nearly enough force to bruise, slipping his
index fingers into the cleft, running them down until he found Zell's hidden
spot, making the fiery blonde buck wildly. He wailed long and loud, a sound
that made Irvine shudder with pleasure, as he pushed his fingers into Zell's
body, seeking that one place that would drive the body beneath him mad.
He found it, Zell arching back painfully, mouth open in a silent scream.
He swung his arms out, gripping handfuls of sand to keep his head above
water as he rocked against those knowing fingers. His legs curled and tightened
about Irvine's waist as his body spasmed around the intrusions pushing
on his prostate.
Zell tried to tell Irvine to stop, tried to tell him that he was going
to come, but the words wouldn't leave his strangled throat. Irvine sucked
on Zell's chin, prodding with his tongue in time with the thrusts of his
hips and his fingers- it was too much for Zell. He came with a choked cry,
his body arching back even further as his thighs quivered and his seed
was lost to the ocean waves. Irvine removed one hand and slipped it between
them, gripping both pulsing shafts and pumping furiously, panting in Zell's
ear as he too came, grunting as Zell sobbed and bucked beneath him. Irvine
continued to hold them together long after Zell's body slumped underneath
his and their breathing began to even out.
Zell unburied his fingers from the sand and looped his arms across Irvine's
shoulders. The water felt cooler now to their liquefied muscles, Irvine's
mahogany hair fanning about them in the waves. Lifting his face, Irvine
supported Zell's head above the water and rested his forehead on Zell's.
He smiled like a maniac into the blonde's face, the sentiment returned.
"Now, aren't you glad we skipped class?"
"Hm." Zell wiggled his bottom, working it more comfortably into a niche
in the sand. "More glad that the beach was empty. Still don't know why,
it's a pretty perfect day."
Irvine cleared his throat. "Must have something to do with the sharks..."
Zell's eyes widened and he started to try to get up, but gave up as
both Irvine's daunting weight and sudden enlightenment overwhelmed him.
"You scheming pervert... I should have known something was up. So, I guess
that means we're safe to stay here for a while then, right?" Zell sighed
and wiggled his toes, letting the water rush between them. Irvine could
feel the resulting shudders and relaxing of the blonde's compact body.
"I suppose so."
Zell's eyes were lidded and drowsy, and just as Irvine went in for a
kiss, a yawn split his face. Irvine chuckled. "Once I tell Squall how to
get you to calm down, I'll never see this ass again." He winked.
Not having the energy to be particularly riled or indignant, Zell just
continued gazing into Irvine's green eyes. "Better not. I don't want Squall's
hand up my ass- he's got cold fingers."
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