Fatality I: Teasing

Sitting here in my office, it hits me- I’ve had enough of this waiting around for something to happen. Obviously, Irvine’s not going to talk to me for whatever reason, so I guess I better go to him. That is, after I finish thinking about just why I’ve fallen for that flirtatious cowboy in the first place.

He’s extremely hot and almost everyone in Garden’s willing to admit that, even those who’ll never want to do more with him than just look, like Quistis. Then there’s the fact that he always tries to act happy, no matter what else is going on inside his head that might make him sad or angry. It almost makes it hard to tell what he really feels unless you look into his eyes. Eyes that I’ve gotten a good look into on a few occasions.

I like how he doesn’t seem to care about what other people think…such a contradiction to the way I am. Aside from that, all I can say is that something, random chemistry maybe, pulls me to him. I’m drawn despite his documented wandering eyes and known pattern of going after just about anyone that looks good in tight pants. That’s not something I can handle, like I’d never be able to stand long periods of his cockiness. Irvine might be the best sharpshooter in both Gardens, but he doesn’t need to make that point clear to every new person that he comes across.

Finally, I’m just too damned scared to get myself in another relationship that might end badly. I, the almighty SeeD commander, killer of Ultimecia and Sorceress’s Knight (in a way) am terrified of having my heart yanked out of my body and shattered into a million pieces. Losing Rinoa didn’t hurt; losing Irvine would. Wait…where in Hyne’s name did that thought come from?

It appears that thinking has gotten me nowhere but confused, so I’m going to go in search of Irvine. I don’t know if I’m going to fuck him, spill my guts, or both in that order, but I need to find him so I shut the files currently open on the desk, turn off my computer for the night, and make my way to the cafeteria.

Until arriving there, I’ve forgotten that the staff has sponsored a hot dog eating contest tonight, so I’m forced to watch Zell devour the competition. He’s literally shoving them down his throat, barely chewing and that makes a truly disturbing image come to mind. If he can do that to a hot dog, what can he do to other things? I really don’t want to know.

In the corner of the room, I spot my target, so I slowly make my way over to him, privately glad that other people are too busy talking about Zell’s win to notice that this is the first time I’ve approached Irvine in public.

Grabbing his arm lightly, he then gets the hint and follows me out of the cafeteria and towards my room. Right now, I really don’t care if anyone sees us, I just want to get back to my room and do whatever comes to mind first. Apparently, he’s been waiting for me to come to him because as soon as we get into the dorm hallways, he looks at me and says, “Don’t ignore me like that again Squall…it’s not like we’ve done anything wrong.”

And then he gropes me, so I reach down and pull his hand away while my head shakes. “We do it how I want it tonight, Kinneas.” If actions really speak louder than words, I’ve just planned to say volumes.

Once we get inside my room, I shut and lock the door in case there’s anyone who might want to come and see me about something “important” later tonight. Unless the person is really stupid, they’ll know to come back later.

Irvine’s already making a move to let his jacket fall to the floor, but again I stop him and shake my head.

Getting the hint that I want total control this time, not like the last time we were together, he takes a seat on the foot of the bed as I stand before him and begin to strip. My leather coat falls back onto my dresser, I pull my gloves off and rest them on top of the coat, and then I lift my shirt up over my head. My Griever pendant falls down against my chest and I let my eyes meet his as my hands go down to begin undoing each of my three belts, letting them hit the ground with a thud.

A quick look down to his lap shows me how much he’s enjoying this little show and I smile to see that he’s back to wearing the tight pants that get him so much attention from myself and others. Ever so slowly, I undo my fly and slide my pants down my legs, seeing his eyes widen a bit when he sees I’m actually wearing boxers today instead of my typical habit of going commando. One of Irvine’s hands reaches out to pull the black shorts down, but I bat it away. I’ll take them off when I’m ready for it.

With a few steps that close the distance between us, I slide his long jacket off his shoulders and when he stands up so it can be removed completely, he leans in and gives me a light kiss on the side of the neck, causing me to push him down to the bed. I move to straddle his waist, my eyes never leaving his and a smile crossing my face while I unlace his vest. My slightly callused fingers now run over the skin of his chest, skin I’ve only really looked at before and haven’t had the chance to feel.

His head lifts, trying to get our lips to touch, but I deny him by lowering my head to his neck, kissing and running my tongue over the flesh there and smiling more when I hear him sigh. Obviously, his neck is sensitive so I make the most of that knowledge by licking, lightly sucking, and carefully nibbling gradually lower, careful not to leave any marks people might ask about.

When I begin to pinch his nipples lightly, his back arches and I smile while my tongue trails down Irvine’s chest, mouth now replacing one of my hands. “Sorceress Hyne in stilettos,” I hear him gasp out and can’t help but chuckle at that expression while switching sides so I can please his other nipple and slide my hands down his sides to rest on his hips. I’ve got no intentions of leaving any marks on him tonight though.

My torso slides back up so our mouths are just about level, finally giving him that kiss he wanted at the same time as my hands undo his pants. Irvine responds eagerly and parts his lips, letting my tongue run inside his mouth while my hands discover that this time he’s the one not wearing anything underneath his pants. His erection practically springs out, but I don’t begin to stroke it. Instead, I pull his pants down as far as I can and he does the rest, kicking them off his legs and down to my floor.

Irvine’s hat is still on his head, but it doesn’t remain there for very much longer because I toss it off to the side of the room, momentarily forgetting the mental plan to make this last as long as I can make it before my body and his beg for release. Our lips meet against and stay like that for a long while as I move my body, now lying barely supported above him instead of how I was earlier.

He lifts his naked hips up to press against my boxers but a cold look makes him stop that and I whisper, “My way or not at all.” Getting a nod from him in response, I then support all of my weight on one arm and use the other to pull my boxers down, sighing once my own length is freed and brushes against his for a moment, letting us both enjoy the pleasant feeling of warm skin against warm skin.

Irvine’s one step ahead of me, his arm reaching into my drawer for the oil I placed there after its last use only a week ago. He hands it to me and I watch his knees get pulled up to his chest, body almost visibly relaxing while two of my fingers get coated in the slick, spicy-smelling oil that Laguna gave me as a gag gift for my birthday about a month ago.

His eyelids flutter shut then while my digits scissor a few times. I’m both preparing him and teasing him slightly because I remember vividly how he told me to stop doing this the last time…we were determined to keep it just a simple fuck, which almost strikes me as funny now that things have changed (although I won’t admit that yet.)

I add a third oiled finger and slide them all in as deeply as I can, which elicits a groan from him and makes my smile widen a bit. Kissing him once more to make sure nobody can hear us going at it, I then move the fingers around, satisfied when he groans into my mouth. Just doing this to him is enough to make my own cock harder than I ever thought possible, but I think I can last a bit longer before needing to be inside him.

Without my noticing it, one of Irvine’s hands has snaked down between our bodies and he gives my member a squeeze, just hard enough to make me groan and pull back from the kiss, sliding my fingers out of him as well while I fumble around for the oil. That little squeeze had sent a note to my brain saying that it needs release soon, and I’ll be willing to take my time getting to that point because nothing about tonight is going to be fast.

Once I lube my arousal, I set the half-empty bottle on the dresser and get myself in position between his legs, feeling his heels hook around my lower back the instant before I enter him, just as slowly and deliberately as everything else done thus far. Hands down on either side of his neck, I begin to thrust back and forth with the same slow pace that’s surely torturing him as much as it is me. His groan of, “I’m not fucking glass…fuck me Squall,” just goes to prove that.

Not quite willing to give myself up to sheer pleasure just yet, I continue slowly until his pleas begin anew and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep this pace up. Little by little, I increase both the speed and intensity of my thrusts into his ass until I hear that sudden cry that means I hit the same spot as he did to me in my office, the one that make every thought other than extreme pleasure disappear. With that knowledge, I keep pounding away into him, feeling my control slip away as my body grows closer and closer to that release it so badly wants. Beneath me, Irvine’s turned into a mass of squirming, moaning muscles, my name about the only word I can make out from his lips.

I press my lips against his again, tasting a slight saltiness because we’re both sweating, my hips moving rapidly still, before I pull my mouth back and groan something vaguely mistakable for the words, “Sweet Hyne, Irvine” at the feeling of him suddenly tightening around me and his warmth landing on both of our chests. I haven’t even touched his cock once, but then I see his own hand pumping away and inwardly chuckle at something I failed to notice. Several more thrusts is all it takes for me to finish off, spilling myself up into his passage with a strange noise emerging from my throat as I do so.

Once I’ve pulled out of him and moved under the sheets, I find him doing the same, moving rather close to me with his back against my chest. Instinctively, my arm wraps around him without caring what he’ll think about it in the morning and I smile before planting a light kiss on his neck and closing my eyes, muttering a hope that sleep comes to take me away quickly.

All night, I do nothing but dream strange images of Irvine and I that alternate between amazing sex and just average things being done together. What do those dreams mean exactly and why am I having them? Best not to think about that right now.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off and see that Irvine’s still curled up next to me, a smile crossing his face while he sleeps. But moving to get showered wakes him up and he grabs my arm firmly, only saying, “You’re not going anywhere yet. There’s something I need to tell you.”