Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Strings Attached ❯ Hockey and Eggs ( Chapter 19 )

Chapter Nineteen

Hockey and Eggs

 

“Somehow I have a hard time picturing you as a pro player,” Seifer commented as he turned the volume up.

 

The blond knight sat leisurely on a soft leather couch in President Loire's quarters. He was more sprawled than sitting, effectively taking up more room than necessary.

 

“Who's playing?” Laguna inquired from within the kitchen, the door open and allowing for his voice to carry out.

 

“Some team I've never heard of and the Galbadian Slappers,” Seifer answered with his eyes focused on the screen.

 

Squall sauntered out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a dishrag. Gray-blue eyes moved from the handsome knight's form to the large screen depicting various hockey players skating around like brain dead jocks.

 

Rolling his eyes, the brunet turned away to join his father once more.

 

“I was just a bench warmer,” Laguna admitted sheepishly, his voice coming from some place even more distant within the kitchen.

 

“Better luck next time Loire,” Seifer consoled mockingly.

 

In the kitchen, Laguna beamed at his son. With a mop in one hand, he declared, “I found it in the pantry.”

 

Squall nodded absently, tearing his focus away from the stove for a moment. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

 

With a shake of long hair, Laguna refused to hand the mop over to his son. “It's my mess, I can clean it up.”

 

It was around seven thirty and there was still no breakfast to be had. By the time Squall and Seifer had arrived, the longhaired President had managed to cake himself in flour, even though the older man had been making scrambled eggs.

 

Currently, the black and white patterned tiling of the floor was smeared with globs of ketchup and egg. It had been an unfortunate accident. Laguna had dropped the entire platter of eggs after tasting them and nearly gagging. Apparently, the man had never cooked a day in his life. As for how the ketchup wound up on the floor, even Squall couldn't remember, and he'd been in the kitchen when it happened.

 

With the hash browns nearly done, Squall turned the flame down to a simmer, and covered the skillet so that the seasoning would sit for a little longer. Working around Laguna, the young Commander used the last of the eggs in the carton for another try at scrambled eggs.

 

By the time Laguna had finished cleaning the floor, Squall was eyeing the older man out of the corner of his eyes. Giving a soft sigh, the brunet said, “Would you mind finishing these up? Just stir them slowly, make figure eights.”

 

Hazel green eyes brightened at the prospect of being helpful. Rushing to toss the mop and bucket into a nearly empty pantry, Laguna had returned to his son's side before the clatter of the cleaning instrument falling over sounded.

 

Squall couldn't help a small smile at this. “Thanks,” he muttered as he stalked into the living room.

 

Seifer grinned as Squall slid into place next to him. “What's your dad up to?” the blond questioned mischievously.

 

“Stirring the eggs,” Squall replied, not certain what Seifer was really getting at, but knowing by the look in those stark eyes that something was coming.

 

“Sure that's safe?” the older boy asked while shifting to sit up straighter.

 

Giving a disapproving frown over commenting against the kindhearted President, Squall assured, “The batteries in the smoke detector are new.”

 

“So how much time do we have?” Seifer pressed, casually sliding an arm around the lithe Commander's shoulders.

 

“Not sure, a couple minutes maybe,” Squall answered truthfully, now knowing where this was going. Licking his lips, he edged closer.

 

Seifer raised a hand, green eyes fixed on plush lips. Cupping the brunet's narrow chin, he ran a thumb across the soft flesh he enjoyed kissing for endless amounts of time. “Are you still upset about Martine?” the ex-knight questioned quietly.

 

Squall gave an almost imperceptible nod, not enough to disturbed the knight's thumb from his lip. As Seifer moved the hand at his chin to trail caressing fingertips across his cheek, his breath hitched. Gazing steadily into penetrating green eyes, he said, “It's only going to get worse.”

 

“But it's worth it,” Seifer said, more a question than a statement.

 

“Yes,” Squall admitted, leaning into the blond's hand more fully, feeling the warm palm against his skin. “I wonder,” he continued without much forethought behind his direction of words, eyes drooping slightly at the simple pleasure of being touched.

 

“You wonder what?” Seifer pressed when the brunet didn't finish.

 

Suddenly, gray-blue eyes seemed to realize that something had been spoken prematurely. Squall gave a dismissive shake of his head, not willing to finish his line of thought.

 

Reading his former rival like an open book, Seifer decided that there was some notion or thought brewing within the dangerously expansive reaches of Squall's mind. “What's going on in that pretty little head of yours Leonhart?”

 

Biting his lip, Squall hesitated for a moment longer. It was annoying how easily Seifer managed to pick up on every single thought he had. It was that otherworldly gift that had always cracked his shell and pushed him to interact when no one else could even obtain his acknowledgement that they existed.

 

However, half-baked notions were not something Squall gave much credence to. He needed time to mull it all over before saying anything.

 

Leaning closer, Squall pressed his lips against Seifer's. A quick kiss became slow and lingering as the blond knight gripped the back of his head and held him near.

 

Seifer pulled back and rest his forehead against the evading brunet's. “If I didn't find you irresistible at the moment, I'd make you tell me.”

 

Breaking away, the Commander moved his head to nuzzle the knight's neck. “Tell you what?” the younger man inquired innocently. Squall shifted, resting his hands on the blond's muscular thighs, practically leaning right into the knight's lap. Pressing closer, he grazed his lips over Seifer's ear. “That I love you?”

 

With a soft thud, the cushions absorbing the impact, Squall was on his back with the broad formed knight atop him.

 

Kissed with sensual roughness, Squall felt his breath stolen and his heartbeat drum loudly. Tufts of his hair were fisted in strong hands, holding him in place while the blond roved his mouth. It was a welcomed intrusion that he met with his own tongue, wetly returning the fevered action.

 

It was probably a good thing that Seifer's tongue was currently entangled with his own, for more than obvious reasons. Squall was entirely susceptible to every sort of touch Seifer gave him. From gentle to rough, chaste to carnal, it all made him weak and consumed. If the ex-knight were to draw back and question him, he'd probably babble like an idiot and speak every notion his love struck mind was creating.

 

Seifer's hand seemed to have its own agenda, as it left silky strands and snuck beneath the brunet's thin white t-shirt. Groping each inch of warm flesh, his hand brushed along a hardening nipple.

 

As a rhythm was made, the exchange only deepened. Soft moans emitted from the brunet seemed to vibrate indistinguishably from the soft groans of pleasure given off by the blond.

 

Squall arched into the touch that pinched his nipple. Seifer's other hand left lengthy strands and hooked beneath a slender leg to hitch the brunet's knee higher, thus admitting him for fully between parted legs.

 

It was at the interrupting cough that circumstance and setting suddenly washed back over the pair.

 

“Perhaps you'd like to eat now and stop making out with my son,” Laguna commented rather seriously, eyeing the blond knight with reprimand.

 

Seifer smiled proudly. He was caught red handed, his lips slick and reddened with guilt. Caught for the crime of molesting the President's son, he simply hovered over the smaller brunet with an impish gleam in his eyes.

 

Mixed blue eyes found interest in studying the tanned man's strong features. Regardless of his father standing nearby, Squall felt the urge to trail his lips and tongue along the hollow of the blond's throat and the hard muscles of that broad chest.

 

Still, Squall was not impervious to his current situation. Lying beneath the older boy was quite enjoyable, but it was a pleasure best experienced in privacy.

 

Seifer knew very well just how head over heals in love Laguna was with Squall, strictly in a clean sense of fatherly affection. Squall could have reversed their positions and rode him before the President's very eyes and he would still be the one in trouble. Squally boy could do no wrong in the eyes of the former Galbadian soldier. Whereas he would always be a big bad wolf, hounding the younger man incessantly.

 

“Can you blame me Loire? It takes a good man to even let your son out of the bedroom.” Seifer quite enjoyed complementing himself whenever possible. He was most definitely a good man. He was murderer, a former sorceress knight, and tended to piss people off, but he was still a good man. For Squall, he'd be the greatest man to ever live.

 

Squall gave a groan of annoyance at the blond's antics. “Stop picking on him,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “If he kicks you out, I'm staying with him.”

 

Seifer looked mildly hurt at this, pouting with exaggeration. “You'd choose your dad over me?” Whispering only loud enough for the brunet to hear, Seifer added, “Only one of us can give you what you really need.”

 

Finding that Seifer was too cocky in this statement, Squall replied quietly while shifting to move, “I can always borrow a vibrator from one of the girls.”

 

Green eyes widened in shock, never expecting such a comment to be spoken by his princess. Squall was a minx with that lithe body, but usually never with words. Perhaps he truly was rubbing off on the brunet.

 

As the pair stood up, Seifer said, “Your tongue has sharpened Leonhart. I'll have to put it to good use from now on.”

 

With a click, the hockey game was off and the remote tossed to the couch.

 

“The eggs are getting cold,” Laguna commented before brusquely turning back to the kitchen.

 

Squall gave a soft smile in his father's direction. Maybe both he and Quistis were wrong. Not only was Laguna aware that he was still just as willing to build their relationship up as on that day at the docks, but the President didn't seem to be nearly as insecure about being his father as he'd initially perceived.

 

“You're cold today princess,” Seifer said, stepping up behind the brunet. With his arms wrapping around the smaller man, he pressed his lips against soft chocolate brown tresses.

 

Squall reached up to scratch behind the blond's ear like he'd do with Gabriel, only he trailed his fingers through golden blond hair of a much larger creature. “I'm beginning to like him despite everything about him that should annoy me. It reminds me of you.”

 

“He's your dad, of course you're going to like him.” Seifer chose to ignore the implication that Squall found anything remotely annoying about him.

 

Sighing, Squall shrugged. “I never really imagined it feeling like this.”

 

“Like what?” the blond questioned with interest, wondering what exactly his little lion was feeling.

 

“I could be at the office right now, getting an early start on my work,” the Commander commented with a slight frown.

 

Seifer chuckled. “Or you could be in bed with me, getting an early start on all those lustful needs you have.”

 

A light jab to the tall knight's stomach expressed Squall's opinion. “I'd rather be here,” the brunet admitted softly. He wasn't expressing his preference of having breakfast with his father over having sex with Seifer, and by the tone he'd used the blond would know that much.

 

Seifer gave an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, I won't pick on him anymore. But if the guy monopolizes my time with you, he's going back to Esthar.”

 

Shaking his head softly, Squall didn't reply. He was grateful, and Seifer probably already knew it.

 

“Besides,” the knight continued, “With little Rinny back, I get the benefit of an easy target and the venting of actually meaning what I say.”

 

“You always mean what you say,” Squall pointed out, ignoring the easy target comment.

 

“Like when I say you're unbelievably sexy,” Seifer stated proudly, squeezing the brunet's frame more tightly, feeling it fit within his arms and against his chest perfectly.

 

“Laguna's waiting,” Squall reminded, not willing to end up back on the couch so soon after being lightly reprimanded.

 

“Hey Squall,” Seifer said, trailing along toward the kitchen. “I was thinking,” the usually blunt knight began tentatively, waiting for the brunet to respond.

 

“Want a gold star for that?” Squall questioned with a playful smirk.

 

“Funny,” Seifer commented wryly before turning serious again. “About that vibrator, it's not such a bad idea.” Maybe if they started small, he could eventually talk Squall into a few other kinky scenarios that were currently nothing more than wet dreams.

 

Blushing furiously, Squall went rigid. Aside from the fact that Seifer hadn't bothered to lower his voice, effectively letting the longhaired President hear every word as they were just inside the kitchen, it was an embarrassing suggestion. He'd said it in jest before, not giving it any real thought.

 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the brunet chose to act like the question had never been asked and that his father wasn't blushing nearly as much as himself.

 

**

 

By mid morning, between nine and ten, Laguna and Seifer had reconciled.

 

The oddly matched pair, who had nothing in common except for mutual interest in Squall, sat next to each other as the end of the hockey game played out.

 

Squall had excused himself to phone Quistis from the office just upstairs.

 

The interrupting knock at the door drew both the blond and the President from their developed commentating on how pathetic the Slappers were.

 

The raven-haired man who apparently held no team spirit in light of Martine's stance on his son's gay relationship, stood to answer the caller.

 

The appearance of a doe eyed young woman outside his door was not what Laguna had been expecting. In fact, he'd thought it might be Kiros. Just last night, he'd been sent a letter from Headmaster Martine and been told to handle it sternly by Kiros, who doubted his ability to be firm enough.

 

Hazel green eyes widened suddenly, as concern flooded his usually warm gaze. Turning from the open door, the President stumbled a step back before remembering he had someone to deal with the most immediate situation.

 

Laguna had forgotten about the letter from Martine, which he'd left on the desk out in the open. If Squall saw it, the stubborn boy would have yet another mess to deal with.

 

Feeling antsy about rushing upstairs and making certain the document wasn't seen by sharp gray-blue eyes, the longhaired President settled for getting rid of Rinoa quickly.

 

“Good morning,” he greeted, rushing each syllable.

 

In the background, Seifer craned his head to the side to try and see whom Loire was talking to. It wasn't a big deal with Squall out of sight. But when the returned morning greeting came from an all too chipper sounding young woman, the blond stiffened.

 

Grumbling, Seifer crossed his arms after turning the television off to better hear every word exchanged.

 

Laguna blinked, waiting for the young woman to explain her presence. It was actually quite odd for anyone to visit him personally. Much like the Commander and instructors, his quarters were strictly private.

 

Rinoa gazed at the older man expectantly, waiting to be invited in. When it seemed like he was also waiting for her to do something, obviously not to step inside since his larger frame blocked the way, she spoke, “I came to see Squall, are you guys still eating?”

 

Laguna felt kind of bad for the negative feelings he harbored towards the raven-haired girl. She spoke sweetly with a slight caution over interrupting his breakfast. Yet, she'd dumped his son. There was no one better in the world than Squall, and knowing the boy had been worried sick over his girlfriend's disappearance made him a little hesitant to remain on good terms with her.

 

“Squall is upstairs, he's talking with Quistis,” the former soldier replied easily, trying and failing to make his voice sound terse.

 

Rinoa's eyebrows rose in question. “Can I come in?”

 

Laguna almost pouted at the situation he found himself in. He wanted to refuse, but found it quite impossible to reject her like that.

 

“No,” came Seifer's baritone voice, firm with a dangerous edge.

 

In all honesty, Seifer's attitude towards Rinoa was not spurred by jealousy or possessiveness. Squall was in love with him, no doubts about it. The Commander had never loved Caraway's kid. Rinoa was not even close to being competition for him. If Seifer had to worry about anyone, it was the lecherous cowboy.

 

What created the animosity, where there had previously been no qualms even after becoming her ex-boyfriend, was that Rinoa made Squall miserable. Anything that made Squall feel bad was subject to the gravest penalty.

 

It was quite simple actually. With Rinoa around it was bothersome. It was more stress when there was already too much going on.

 

“It's not your apartment,” Rinoa said with a stomping foot forward.

 

Rolling his eyes, Seifer stepped closer. Taking in the nervous demeanor of the President, he concluded that the man with a golden heart couldn't express bad manners towards anyone.

 

“As the Commander's bodyguard, I reserve the right to screen all unofficial callers. Squall's busy right now. If you want to see him, come by his office around eleven.”

 

“It is official,” Rinoa protested. “I have word from my dad.”

 

Chuckling at the dark haired girl's ineptitude in business matters, knowing she'd never done a professional thing in her life, the blond shook his head. “The Commander made it perfectly clear that if General Caraway wishes to speak with him, he must go through the proper channels.”

 

“But he gave me a message,” she protested further.

 

“I believe it was already stated that you do not qualify as a proper channel. The General can contact the Commander any time after eleven. Unless Squall speaks with Caraway directly, none of your little messages will be received.”

 

Laguna was practically hopping from foot to foot in impatience. “I have to grab something,” the President said before excusing himself quickly.

 

The moment Loire was out of earshot, Seifer stepped right into place at the door and let the true extent of his malice out. “You're not welcome here Rinny dear. You left. There are no second chances.”

 

“I have friends here. Squall is my knight.”

 

“Being a knight means nothing, I should know. The only bond between you two was severed the moment you rejected him.”

 

“I didn't reject him,” Rinoa stated solemnly, wishing more than anything to turn time back.

 

Seifer sneered at her. “Well you certainly didn't accept him. Stay away from us. You're not SeeD, you don't belong here.”

 

“I fought just as well as anyone else. I helped defeat you and Ultimecia, in case you forgot,” she pointed out.

 

“No,” Seifer disagreed. “Squall did all the work with the help of his four childhood friends. You just confused him, made him think there was something wrong with the way he was. You added to his stress and got in the way.”

 

“Look who's talking,” Rinoa spat. “At least I didn't try to kill him!” she shouted.

 

With an arrogant smirk, Seifer didn't dispute the truth. “That was before I knew how much more fun it is to have sex with him. Now I only try to injure him, so that he's still lively for a good fuck.”

 

Rinoa hated crude words and vulgar language. It was for this reason that Seifer mannered his response to hit her. It was already a sore subject since Squall had never slept with her.

 

Silence fell between them. Green eyes stared unabashed until brown eyes blinked.

 

“You're not getting in. See him later if you must,” the blond told her before shutting the door on her.

 

 

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