Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Life Without Surrender ❯ Cold and Impractical ( Chapter 1 )

Cold and Impractical

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For Race Ulfson

Who requested a Zell x Squall; someplace cold and impractical.

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"Sq&# 8230;sq…sq…squall…" Zell stammered. He was freezing. It was damn cold out here; stuck at some nonsensical point at the base of a mountain best known for its sudden avalanches. "Why are we here?"

"Because we were assigned here," Squall replied with calculated accuracy.

"You're the damn Commander, why did you assign us out here?" Zell bounced a little rubbing his hands against his arms. It was really fucking cold.

"Because we were hired."

"Why couldn't you put somebody annoying like Irvine out here then?" Zell pulled his arms closer to his body and tried to used his own heat as some form of acceptable warmth.

"Because he's with Selphie and Rinoa, stationed back at the Garden," there was a satisfied smirk that crossed Squall's face. It was all part of his master plan, even if it were cold as shit out here, he was far, far away from the three most annoying people in his life.

"You're evil," Zell commented. "And I'm going to die from the cold."

Squall looked at him, a faint amusement lighting his gray eyes. "Stop being so whiney. I'm sure you can find some productive way to warm yourself up." As soon as the words left his mouth, Squall regretted them. Zell smiled wolfishly and moved closer to him.

"Some productive way, huh?"

Squall had come the conclusion that Zell would, could and preferred to have sex anyway that was impractical and dangerous. He seemed to enjoy screwing and taunting death, or embarrassment. He was worse than Squall's father (who had twice got caught screwing around with Kiros by a hoard of camera wielding tourists.) Squall objected to the cold hands that slid inside his shirt and pressed against his nipples, and further protested the mouth that covered his.

This was not the place, dammit!

But Zell could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. He felt his lover's hand warm against his chest as Zell plucked at his nipples. Squall gasped into the kiss, his own hands grabbing at Zell's waist. Zell's mouth released his, after a seeming eternity, and the blond smirked to himself.

"No, dammit, I am not getting frostbite because you want to fuck," Squall hissed.

"Come on, Squall," Zell murmured against his neck. "Be adventurous."

"Being adventurous is what got my ass sunburned, my back covered in poison ivy, my picture permanently put on Seifer's website and the nickname…"

Zell covered his mouth again. "Shhh. I promise, this time you won't have any pictures taken. Seifer doesn't even know where we are." One of his hands slipped inside Squall's tight pants and rubbing invitingly against him.

"I hate you," Squall hissed.

"I knew you would." Zell back him up until his back hit some form of strong, very cold, rock formation. Probably the mountain. Zell pulled his hand back, loosening Squall's pants to pull them down. They dropped, but Zell bent to pick them up, stuffing them half into one of the very, very oversized pockets of Squall's new coat. He thanked Squall for never wearing underwear. "Where's the lube?" Zell asked. Squall glared at him, his legs very cold. "In the left pocket."

"Stop being a baby," Zell murmured in his ear. He pulled the lube out and poured some in his right hand, warming it before rolling his fingers in it. He lifted one of Squall's legs and thrust his fingers into the currently very chilly boy. Squall busied himself with undoing Zell's pants. If he was going to get fucking frost bite, so was Zell.

They finished their tasks, Zell preparing Squall and Squall disrobing Zell at the same time. Zell spread the lube on his erection in a few short strokes. He slammed into Squall, knowing that despite all Squall's claims to the contrary, the boy liked to be very, very adventurous.

"Our shirts," Squall gasped.

"You'll just have to control yourself," Zell panted. He was otherwise occupied.

His whole body was now very warm. But the heat around his erection was more than any other warmth. It was a hot, sucking vortex that provided him with all necessary distraction. He slammed up into Squall, hitting the other boy's prostate with every stroke. It was his way of torturing Squall. He knew that the other boy was practical enough not to come on their shirts, they did have to make it all the way back to the Garden wearing these clothes, after all. But he could sure give Squall hell about it. The way the boy was squirming deliciously was encouraging to Zell.

"What's wrong?" Zell panted in Squall's ear. His hands were tight around Squall's waist, holding him still.

"Fuck you," Squall hissed.

"I am fucking you," Zell responded. He pushed in harder, deeper, digging his boots into the ground to get the leverage to pound up into the boy. This was really insane. And yet, was so very, very close to the end of it. He felt the orgasm ebbing at the edge of his consciousness. That must mean that Squall was really having a helluva time keeping his body under control.

Zell put his hands up against the warm chest, feeling the hard tremors that ran through his lover's body. Holy, shit, to have Squall's restraint must be a double-edged hell. He finished, pouring himself into Squall. He slumped, just long enough to catch his breath, against Squall. Then he pulled back, reaching into his own pocket to pull out the towel he always carried with him. He wiped at Squall's thighs and pulled his pants back up. Then he put Squall's pants back on, holding the boy up with one arm and sliding his black pants back up. He left them low enough so they weren't brushing against Squall's erection.

"Now, let's deal with this," Zell murmured. He knelt in front of Squall, his hot breath ghosting over he turgid erection in front of him.

Squall's hand grabbed the back of his head. "Don't play with me," he warned. "Its too fucking cold."

Zell just shrugged. He kissed the tip of Squall's erection and slid it into his mouth, humming deep in his throat. That always drove Squall insane. He sucked on the boy, loving the strange taste in his mouth and hummed deep in his throat.

Squall started to thrust, shallowly against his mouth and he felt the orgasm coming.

Finally, after what was most certainly torture for the other boy, Squall came in his mouth, groaning very loudly into the air. Zell swallowed, kissed Squall once again and fixed his pants. He stood up, kissing Squall deeply and looked at the boy. "So, any frostbite?"

"You're horrible, Zell," Squall murmured. He was trying to regain the full use of his lower extremities. It took a moment or two until he was stable enough to move away from the rock. "Next time, lets see if you can got that long," Squall hissed.

"I know I can't, Squall, I don't give a fuck about our shirts." Zell smirked again and resumed his bouncing. It was cold again.

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This started as PWP request. There is plot; especially after the sixth chapter. Lots of plot and lots less lemons, sadly.