Replay

Cloud yelped and shuddered when his skin made contact with the tiles. There was no time to dwell on the coldness against his buttocks, though, as his partner's mouth quickly got to work Cloud's erection. The moist heat enveloping his cock more than made up for any discomfort and even though the grotty lavatory of a grotty bar was quite possibly the worst location for a blowjob, Cloud couldn't bring himself to care. Not only did he not care; he wanted more.

"Fuck me. Now."

And his partner did. It was hard; it was always hard with Zack. Like the first time he and Zack screwed in Cloud's flimsy, recruit-issued, sub-standard, meant-for-sleeping-not-fucking bed, reaching their peaks in a mangled mess of bedsprings and bed frame. Cloud explained it to his superior officer as a particularly enthusiastic training session. The excuse might have been believed had it not been for Zack's cheesy grin throughout Cloud's explanation which all but gave it away. Still, of the three, Zack ranked highest so nothing was said.

It felt good. It hadn't always felt so good though. Cloud remembered how uncomfortable he'd been when Zack's cock slid into him for the first time; the burning pain which made his eyes tear up. He was meant to be strong; he was in the military so of course he couldn't let Zack know how much it hurt. Instead, when they were done he insisted on doing some research before their next time. That was when he'd discovered the recommendation of stretching the receiver and the liberal use of lube; neither things thought about in the haste of two virgins desperate to get it on. It explained a lot.

The hand on his cock moved fast, spurring him onwards to completion. One time, right at the beginning of their relationship, Zack covertly gave Cloud a sort of handjob. Covertly because Cloud was actually on duty at the time and sort of because he was speaking to Zack on his PHS. It was the first time Cloud had ever masturbated to instruction. Also, it was the first - and only - time he had masturbated whilst on duty. Although intensely arousing, almost being caught jacking off by his commanding officer while he was supposed to be on night watch was too much for Cloud. Zack, on the other hand, loved to play that sort of dangerous game. Like the time he wore girly panties under his uniform. He did it on the day that he and Cloud had been summoned to General Sephiroth's office to be briefed about a mission to, as luck would have it, Cloud’s home town. Just before they walked into the office, Zack flashed his panties and Cloud choked, earning a look of mild annoyance from the general. Of course, afterwards, they couldn't wait to fuck and Zack took Cloud in a stationery cupboard two corridors away from their commander's office. Cloud always wondered who found those panties. Probably some secretary. Maybe even Sephiroth's.

His partner changed the angle of his thrusts and Cloud cried out, his fingernails digging into his palms. Zack always knew how to hit that spot; the one which made Cloud's toes curl and his stomach clench. After their initial attempt at sex, and subsequent discoveries, matters definitely improved. Zack was an attentive lover, spending time arousing and preparing his lover, ensuring that Cloud was never in pain again during their lovemaking. They swapped positions a couple of times until both confessed that the role reversal, while good enough to make them come, wasn't as satisfying. Cloud was happy to let Zack lead and Zack did it so well.

He was nearing his climax, blessed release. Cloud recalled his squeamish reaction to Zack's spunk at the beginning of their relationship; how he'd gagged at the way it hit his throat and the way he spat it out then wiped his tongue with a blanket to get rid of the taste. A complete overreaction, but to the uninitiated, it tasted horrible! Zack had no such problems. Being the experimental type, he'd long since had his initial taste of semen, and not just his own.

Stomach churning at the thought of his lover with someone else, Cloud shook his head and concentrated on his imminent orgasm. The hand stroked his shaft and teased its head; he heard low moans as his partner pounded into him. If he closed his eyes it could almost be enough. If he really tried, he could recall the last time Zack sucked him, stroked him, screwed him, held him. And if he could forget where he was for just a moment, he would remember the last time Zack said, 'I love you'.

Then he could pretend.

Cloud looked down at the cooling puddle at his feet; it was over. Zack was long gone and his - albeit fertile - mind couldn't hold onto the illusion once he'd come. As always, he was beset by feelings of remorse, disgust, regret and most of all, loneliness.

"Hey."

At the sound of the voice behind him, he was jolted back to reality and glanced backwards at his partner.

"Hey."

He smiled; it was the least he could manage, but the man wasn't interested in Cloud's smile. He fastened his trousers with one hand and held out the other.

"Right, yeah."

Pulling his own trousers then raking for his wallet, Cloud came up with a handful of notes and thrust them towards the man who grabbed the money and swiftly pocketed it.

"Thanks. You know my number if you need me."

When, not if, Cloud thought ruefully. It was always when. Probably not for a while, his own hand would suffice in the meantime, but eventually he'd call the man - or another like him - to secure his services and for an hour or so he could once more lose himself in the memory of Zack.

The end