Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Playing it by ear ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

"Playing it by ear"

Part 4

"Seifer." Squall nodded coolly to his rival as he approached.

"Hey, Leonhart. Nice party you've got going, here. What's your motive for inviting us?"

"How about the motive of being adults now that can move on and bury it?" Squall returned evenly.

Seifer smiled then, his features relaxing. "You serious? I thought maybe you wanted another rematch."

"We didn't plan this so that anyone could fight," Squall said, annoyance starting to dog his heels, "if you can't be civil, the get the hell out of here. Otherwise, go get yourselves something to drink and enjoy the night."

Raijin stepped forward and held out bottle of schnapps. "Here man…we thought we'd contribute, ya know?"

Squall took the bottle and allowed himself a little smile. "Thanks. At least one of you has some manners."

Seifer ignored the comment and looked towards the bonfire. "So where's Chickenwuss at?"

"ZELL is out surfing," Rinoa snapped, "and if you still think he's such a wuss, why don't you go out in the cold water and see how long you last?"

"Easy, Rin," Quistis whispered, squeezing the other girl's arm.

"Don't start anything, Seifer. I mean it," Squall said in a low voice, "We invited you here because we assumed you've grown up enough to come to social engagements without causing trouble. You're welcome here, but you're going to have to be civil."

Seifer shrugged. "Yeah, I can be civil. I even let security take my gunblade when they said they wouldn't allow weapons on the beach." He jerked his chin in Raijin and Fujin's direction. "Come on, guys. Let's belly up to the bar."

The pair followed him, and Irvine tipped his hat cordially to Fujin as she passed. She grinned silently at the sharpshooter, her eye roving his tall form for a moment before she moved on.

~ Do you have to flirt with everyone, Kinneas? ~ Squall thought in annoyance. He snorted ruefully at his own jealousy. That was just part of Irvine's personality. It wasn't his fault he was so drop-dead gorgeous that everyone tended to melt when he smiled at them.

Seifer paused about five steps away from Squall, and he looked over his shoulder at the brunette. "Oh yeah, I heard about you getting demoted. That's a shame. I guess they found someone better for the rank of commander, eh Squall?"

Beside him, Squall felt Irvine tense, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the sharpshooter reach an arm up and behind his back, where his rifle would have been if they had been allowed to bring weapons to the beach. Squall stood there numbly, realizing that if Irvine had his gun, Seifer might be blown to pieces by now over that last taunt.

~ "Easy-going Irvine"? How much hostility towards Almasy have you been hiding, Cowboy? ~ Squall was beginning to think that Irvine had set this up to test himself as much as everyone else.

"His demotion was temporary," Xu quickly said, holding Rinoa back as the girl started forward in a fury, "Headmaster Cid only did it to give Squall a brief vacation. He'll have his rank back shortly."

Seifer laughed insultingly. "Whatever you say, Ms. Xu." He turned away and continued toward the bonfire, and Fujin shrugged in silent apology to the group before following.

"They're going to be trouble," Xu predicted.

"If I had a stick covered with fire ants, I'd shove it right up his-"

"Easy, Rinoa," Squall said with a slight chuckle. He considered the raven-haired beauty and shook his head. "I really thought you were going to scratch his eyes out, for a minute."

She flushed and gazed at Squall with lowered lashes. "He was asking for it. You're not my boyfriend anymore, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to assholes like him trashing you." She quickly kissed him on the cheek and all but dragged Quistis back towards the fire with her.

Squall shook his head and sighed, and Xu grinned at him. "Don't worry, Commander. I'll keep an eye out on all of them. You just enjoy the night." Then she followed the two other young women.

Now that they were somewhat alone, Irvine cleared his throat and said, "Wanna take a walk? I can tell you want to get away from everyone."

A tingling feeling swept through Squall at those words, and his previous tension died down. "Yeah. That sounds good."

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They walked in companionable silence for a while, heading towards the fishing docks. Squall turned the bottle of schnapps over and over in his hands, looking at it without really seeing it. Irvine paused and picked up a rock, then chucked it into the waves. "Hey, don't let his snide comments about your demotion get to you, man," the sharpshooter said after a moment.

Squall shrugged. "I could care less. I'd just like to relax, for a while."

Irvine glanced at him, then looked at the pier thoughtfully. He scanned the area to see if there was anyone nearby, and when he was satisfied that nobody could see, he threaded his long fingers into Squall's shorter ones and squeezed gently. The brunette looked up at him uncertainly, and Irvine smiled. "I guess guys aren't supposed to hold hands," he murmured.

"I don't mind." Squall's heart was beating so fast he was afraid it was going to leap out of his chest and race over the sand.

"Come on…let's go under the docks, where we can have some privacy," Irvine suggested in a seductive whisper. He moved closer to Squall-for just long enough to brush his lips over the other young man's temple.

"Okay." Squall was amazed to hear himself so readily agree with Irvine's suggestion. Someone could come along and see them, but he felt that the chances of that happening were slim enough that it was worth the risk. He hadn't had much time alone with the sharpshooter, and his lips tingled with anticipation of feeling Irvine's drugging kisses again.

They found a shadowed spot against one of the support beams beneath the dock, and Irvine folded his long legs and gracefully lowered himself onto the sand. He spread his thighs and patted the spot between them as he removed his hat and grinned up at Squall.

Nervously, Squall sat down between the taller boy's thighs, and Irvine's hands settled on his shoulders and gently pulled him back, so that Squall's back was resting against Irvine's chest. Then the Sharpshooter slid his hands beneath Squall's arms, and he embraced him warmly. Squall's breath caught as Irvine's lips found his right earlobe and tugged gently on it. "Feel better?" Irvine asked in a husky tone.

Squall nodded and shivered as the sniper's warm breath made goosebumps rise on his skin. He tilted his head to encourage Irvine's soft kisses on his ear and jaw, and he closed his eyes in pleasure.

"Is my Commander cold?" Irvine purred, hugging him as he nibbled and kissed Squall's flesh.

"Not anymore," Squall said honestly. His eyes rolled helplessly as Irvine sucked on the spot just below his ear. Irvine began to nuzzle his neck, and Squall could feel the roughness of the sharpshooter's incoming stubble. It wasn't unpleasant, but he impulsively teased the other boy about it. "You need a shave."

Irvine laughed at that. "You sound like a girl," he retaliated.

"Shut up."

"Yes sir."

Squall went still suddenly and frowned. "Did you hear something?"

Irvine paused in his kisses and listened. "Nope. Just the ocean. Relax, Squall."

He warily took his companion's advice and allowed himself to fall back into Irvine's embrace. "That's better," Irvine murmured.

Squall couldn't stop himself from tensing as Irvine's hands began to pull his sweater up. "Irvine…"

"Shhh, it's okay," the sniper soothed in a droning voice. He kept pulling on the garment until it was bunched up around Squall's pectorals, exposing the brunette's smooth, lean-toned chest and stomach to the cool night air. "Easy, Squall. Easy." Irvine's lips were beginning to press more firmly against the other's jaw and neck, and his hands began to stroke the naked torso he had bared.

Squall gasped as the fingers of one of Irvine's hands circled his belly button, pressing into it lightly. His gasp became a low moan as the other hand moved up and caressed his chest. Irvine pinched one of Squall's nipples lightly between his thumb and index finger, while stroking the top of it with the tip of his forefinger. Squall's head fell back and his lips parted in rapture, and Irvine nuzzled his hair and moved to the other nipple. The hand that was teasing Squall's belly button began to move lower, and it paused at the waistline of his jeans, the fingers stroking back and forth teasingly.

"You want it, Squall?" Irvine whispered.

"Oh god, Irvine," Squall gasped, feeling his groin throbbing. He no longer felt the chill in the air. His skin was flushing with passion, and he began to tremble unwillingly. He was chagrined to feel a touch of fear enter him.

"I'll tell you what I want to do, Squall," Irvine purred between kisses, "I want to unzip your pants and take your dick out, then rub on it `till you cum in my hand. Would you like that?"

Squall tried to cling to his precious control, but it was slipping rapidly as Irvine's fingers slid just under the band and stroked gently. "I d-don't know," he panted, shifting his hips unconsciously, "how would we clean it up?"

Irvine chuckled, and there was a dark quality to the sound. "We're surrounded by water, Squall. I'll clean you up after I finish with you. I want to hear you moan."

~ Oh fuck, he's making me hot…I don't know if I can even last long enough for him to touch me! ~ He had never imagined Irvine to be aggressive before, and he certainly never imagined himself being submissive. However, every fiber of his being cried out for him to just let Irvine do whatever he wanted.

"Come on, Squall…say `yes'." Irvine whispered, and he moved his pelvis and pressed his own burgeoning hard-on against the brunette's backside.

"Yes," Squall said in a strangled whisper.

"'Atta boy," Irvine purred, and his fingers easily popped the button of Squall's jeans open.

Squall closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his zipper being pulled slowly down, and he bit his lip on a groan when Irvine's hand slipped in, undid the button holding the front of his boxers closed, and curled around his erection. He lifted his hips and pushed his throbbing cock into the gripping hand, dropping his own hands onto Irvine's thighs and squeezing the leather chaps the sniper wore over his jeans.

"Shhh," Irvine soothed as he moved his squeezing hand up and down the swollen shaft. "Don't cry out too loud. You don't wanna attract any attention."

Squall's pewter eyes popped open in alarm, and he clenched his jaw on the rising moan that was vibrating in his throat. "You…you're evil," he panted.

This drew another chuckle from the sharpshooter. He tenderly squeezed one of Squall's already swollen nipples and bit his earlobe lightly. "Evil to the core," he agreed.

Squall couldn't stop himself from thrusting into Irvine's stroking hand...and no matter how hard he tried to keep it quiet, his moans grew louder. Irvine pressed two fingers against the commander's lips as a silent reminder, and Squall took them into his mouth and sucked on them for support.

Irvine drew a sharp breath and swore. "Goddamn, you're sexy…keep doing that and I'm gonna cum right along with you," he breathed raggedly.

Squall was barely able to comprehend what his companion was saying. The hot, throbbing pleasure was growing with each firm pull of Irvine's hand, and he drew on the salty fingers in his mouth desperately to keep from crying out. He hadn't done it to be "sexy"; he had done it so that his mouth would be occupied with something else to keep him from screaming.

"That's it, Squall," Irvine was saying huskily, "come on, darlin'."

Neither of them paid attention to Irvine's little slip, though if they weren't so caught up in their passion, they might have laughed at him calling Squall "darlin'". Squall began to shudder uncontrollably, and his hands clutched at Irvine's chaps desperately. Irvine sucked hard on the other boy's neck, gasping himself as Squall writhed against him. He was rubbing himself wantonly against Squall's backside, letting the delicious friction stimulate his swollen groin. "Squall," Irvine gasped, his eyes going wide.

~ I don't fucking believe it… ~ the sniper had just enough time to think, and then he climaxed in his pants.

Half a second later, Squall's flushed organ jerked hard and shot a fount of creamy liquid straight into the air. Both young men groaned and shivered, and Irvine hugged Squall close with his free arm and pressed his cheek against the commander's.

"Damn," Irvine gasped, "If I smoked, I'd want a cigarette after that."

Squall sighed in pleasure, feeling like his bones had turned to rubber. Irvine's hand was still gently gripping his sated penis, and Squall laid his own on top of it and turned his head to the side. Irvine's lips met his in a slow, sensual kiss.

"Irvine…you didn't…did you?" Squall asked softly. He was amazed at how timid his voice sounded.

There was a breathy laugh against his cheek, then the whispered response of; "I sure as hell did. You're the first to ever make me cum without even touching it, Squall."

Squall grinned foolishly as his ego flared. "Cool."

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-To be continued