Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Reeve's crush ❯ Reeve's Crush ( Chapter 1 )

“Reeve's crush”

~*Part of the “Pass the Cloud” project*~

 

*Disclaimer: The world that this story is set in and all characters therein belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can't get enough of this world and the characters.*

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The WRO director reclined in a chase lounge under a huge umbrella, sipping a tropical cocktail as he watched his friends playing volleyball on the beach. After everything that had happened, he thought the team could use some rest and relaxation, so he used his money (or more accurately, Rufus ShinRa's money) and influence to book a week's vacation in Costa Del Sol. So far, the group had been there for three days.

 

Vincent and Nanaki had declined to go, the former because he was still recovering from the Omega incident and the latter because the heat and humidity troubled his sinuses. In their places, Cloud and Tifa's adopted “son” Denzel came, and so did Barret's adopted daughter Marlene.

 

Reeve would have liked to join them, but the truth was he stank at sports and he knew he'd only be a handicap to whatever team he was placed on. No amount of exercise and healthy eating would make him inclined for sports. He just enjoyed watching them all have so much fun together.

 

“Ugh!” Hollered Yuffie, “Quit spiking the ball at me, Cloud!” The petite Wutain girl was growing increasingly annoyed at her failed efforts to stop the ball from hitting the sand on her side of the net. Cloud was good at jumping up and spiking the volleyball hard and fast, earning his team a greater rack of points.

 

“Why don't we take a break and barbeque some hotdogs?” Tifa suggested with a grin.

 

“Finally,” Barret agreed. “I'm starvin'! Come on Marlene, Papa's gonna show you how to work the grill.”

 

“We've barely gotten started!” Cloud protested, looking at everyone through his dark sunglasses. He was sweating like everyone else but he wasn't winded yet.

 

“You've barely gotten started,” Denzel corrected as he wiped his forehead. His brown bangs were already plastered to his skin with sweat. “Take it easy on us regular people, okay Cloud?”

 

Cloud flashed a smile at the boy and ruffled his hair. “Okay, take a break.” He was smiling more often these days than he'd ever smiled in the past. He'd come a long way in letting go of his guilt and pain, but there were still plenty of times when his vivid blue eyes would grow sad and melancholy. The blonde turned his head to look Reeve's way and he began his approach.

 

~Cloud Strife,~ Reeve thought as he studied the young man from head to toe. He also wore sunglasses and he felt safe to admire Cloud at his leisure behind the concealing mirrored lenses. If Cloud could see the look in his eyes now he'd probably think he was a lecher. Reeve had been very careful to hide his borderline obsession with Cloud from the first day he saw him face-to-face and realized where his feelings were going.

 

Today the blond was wearing a light blue, thin muscle shirt and a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts. Reeve swallowed as he took in the muscle definition in Cloud's arms and legs. He wasn't a big or tall man but he was toned from head to foot and Reeve was sure a modeling agency would kill to have him pose in a catalog for male clothing. The blonde's fair skin was already getting the first hints of sunburn and Reeve frowned in concern even as he struggled not to drool.

 

“Okay,” Cloud said, “I've accepted that you won't play volleyball with us but you've gotta come eat with us.” He flashed milky-white teeth in a smile as he stopped in front of Reeve's reclined form and put his hands on his waist.

 

Reeve laughed softly. “I promise, Cloud. Just let me finish my drink first.” He lifted his sunglasses and set them on his head, peering up at Cloud with narrowed eyes. “I think you need more sun block. Your shoulders are getting pink and so are your legs.” He just so happened to be the keeper of the sun block, which gave him the perfect excuse to touch Cloud's fair, smooth skin. It was all just a matter of self-control to keep his touch as platonic as possible.

 

Cloud raised his left arm and craned his neck to look at his shoulder, then glanced down at his legs. He looked back up at Reeve with a grin. “I guess I'll have to bug you for some more goop, then. This is getting to be a regular ritual for us.”

 

“You've got the fair complexion in the group,” Reeve grinned, “We have to take better care of your skin than everyone else's. Come here and I'll get the back of your shoulders and neck for you.”

 

Cloud came up beside him and squatted in the sand without questioning, presenting his back to him. Reeve set his drink on the bamboo end table beside his seat and picked up the bottle of sun block eagerly. He swung his legs over the side of the chair and ended up having to grab Cloud's left shoulder for support as he nearly overbalanced the lounge. Cloud hissed in pain and turned his head.

 

“Sorry,” Reeve apologized, a flush creeping up his face and neck. “I keep forgetting these lounge chairs are so light weight.” He removed his hand from the blonde's shoulder and winced when he saw the lingering white handprint on Cloud's skin. “I hate to say it Cloud, but I think you may need to cut down on how much sun you get tomorrow. The sun block is only going so far to protect you.” He unscrewed the cap and squeezed a coin-sized drop into his palm then set the bottle between his legs and rubbed his hands together, spreading the cream over his palms. While the mild sunburn Cloud kept getting each day healed overnight due to his enhancements, he didn't want the blonde to get a full-fledged monster of a burn.

 

“You think so?” Cloud responded with a sigh. He bowed his head and closed his eyes as the other man's callused hands began to rub the lotion into the back of his neck and shoulders. Reeve's hands were strong but his touch was gentle. He admitted to himself that sunburn or not, he was partially glad he needed the sun block so often. Reeve had inordinate talent with his hands and it always felt good to have him apply the lotion.

 

“Okay, you're all set. I'll leave your face, arms and legs to you,” Reeve announced after he finished rubbing the lotion in. He was reluctant to pull his hands away but as always, he practiced restraint to avoid letting on how he really felt.

 

Cloud got to his feet and turned around to take the lotion from him. “Thanks. I'd probably be in real trouble if it weren't for you putting this stuff on my back and shoulders all the time.” He smiled at Reeve and spread the lotion over the other parts of his body.

 

Reeve pulled his sunglasses back down and grabbed his drink again, draining the rest in a few hearty gulps.

 

~I wonder how long I can keep this farce up?~

 

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That night, Reeve learned—completely by chance—that Cloud wasn't quite as recovered from his post traumatic stress as everyone assumed,. He was standing outside of his suite watching the full moon, unable to fall asleep due to his disturbing attraction to the blonde.

 

~Damn it man, you're nearly old enough to be his father! Stop obsessing over it and pull yourself together. Besides, he has a life now with Tifa and the kids. Nothing could ever come of these feelings.~

 

It was all well and good to berate himself this way and tell himself to stop fantasizing about romantic encounters with Cloud, but it did nothing to quell his desire. Reeve sighed and considered calling room service for a tropical nightcap. He'd already had a drink today and he didn't want to get used to imbibing regularly. Now he wished he'd held off on his drink until bedtime.

 

He saw movement to his left out the corner of his eye and he turned his head. Reeve's dark eyebrows furrowed with a combination of concern and bewilderment. Cloud strife was stumbling towards him in the moonlight, wearing a pair of white boxer shorts. On the right leg of the shorts was a big red heart with a pair of cartoon eyes and a big grin. The word “love” was written in cursive beneath the animated heart.

 

Reeve felt an interesting flash of conflicting emotions, ranging from surprised amusement at the underwear, to arousal at the sight of the blonde's scantily clad body, to concern over the way he was staggering as if drunk or half-asleep. He blinked as his young friend came closer. The sapphire eyes were open but heavy-lidded and blank. He didn't seem to see Reeve at all as he closed the distance and the director wondered where on Gaia Cloud was trying to go.

 

“Cloud?” Reeve said, walking towards the blonde slowly. There was no answer and as he drew closer, he could hear the blonde murmuring softly.

 

“Zack…I can't last…brain feels like mush…hurts. Have to…escape…Hojo…”

 

Reeve stopped and his heart constricted. He knew enough about Cloud's past to understand what was going on. Cloud was sleepwalking, reliving traumatic moments of his past in a waking nightmare.

 

~What should I do? I can't remember…is it dangerous to wake a sleepwalker up? I seem to recall reading something about avoiding startling them.~

 

He was pretty sure that yelling the blonde's name or shaking him wasn't a good idea—especially considering the Mako enhancements that imbued that lithe frame with extraordinary strength. Reeve didn't want to give Cloud night terrors on top of everything and he didn't want to end up thrown into a wall, either. Unwilling to take the chance that the rumors about waking sleepwalkers up too abruptly weren't just nonsense, Reeve opted to take the cautious route and finished closing the distance between them. The blonde bumped into him and tried to move past.

 

“Cloud,” he called softly, carefully reaching out to put a hand on Cloud's shoulder. He could see in the lantern light that the sunburn from earlier that day was already fading. If it had been anyone else with Cloud's complexion they'd probably have been as red as a lobster by now, but the combination of Mako and Jenova cells in his body healed him quickly.

 

Cloud paused briefly at the sound of his name and Reeve called out gently to him again. The blonde turned around to face Reeve, swaying gently.

 

“Who's there?” he mumbled.

 

“It's Reeve Tuesti, Cloud,” the director answered, carefully putting his arm around the blonde in an effort to keep him from wandering off. “You're sleep walking.”

 

“I am?” Cloud murmured with a frown. His eyes weren't focusing on Reeve, indicating that he wasn't really seeing anything in front of him.

 

“Yes, you are. Why don't you let me escort you back to your suite?”

 

Cloud nodded slowly. “Okay.”

 

Reeve guided the blonde back down the breezeway where he came from, until he reached the door to the suite he was sharing with Tifa and Denzel. He reached out and tried to turn the knob, intending to walk him quietly in and hope he'd stay there. It was locked. Reeve sighed and looked at his companion thoughtfully.

 

~I suppose there's no chance he has a key on him anywhere. Well, I can't just leave him out here in this state and I don't want to wake Tifa or Denzel.~

 

“Okay Cloud…new plan. I'll bring you to my suite and you can sleep there tonight. Does that sound all right to you?” Reeve grimaced, feeling like he was taking advantage of the situation. He would sleep on the couch if it became too hard to keep his hands off of the younger man.

 

Cloud nodded again and Reeve guided him back to his suite. He opened the door and ushered Cloud in first, following behind and locking the door behind him. The blonde stood silently in the foyer, swaying on his feet.

 

“Cloud, would you like to lay down?” Reeve offered, reaching out to lay a hand on the young man's shoulder.

 

Cloud looked down at the hand and blinked. His sapphire eyes came into focus and he examined his surroundings with a look of startled confusion. “W…what am I doing here?”

 

Reeve sighed in relief to realize he was awake now. “You were walking in your sleep. I'm sorry Cloud, I tried to take you back to your suite but you'd accidentally locked yourself out. I didn't want to leave you out wandering, especially with the ocean nearby. You might have drowned yourself or something.”

 

Cloud turned to face him and there was an expression of embarrassment and disorientation on his face. “I was walking in my sleep? Did I…say anything?”

 

“No,” Reeve lied, forcing a smile. “You were just wandering. I just happened to be up and standing outside.”

 

Cloud lowered his eyes and nodded. “Lucky for me. You probably saved my ass. Look, I don't have a key to my room and I don't want to wake the others up…is it okay if I crash here tonight?”

 

Reeve chuckled. “Of course, it's okay. I was going to let you sleep it off here anyway. I can take the couch—“

 

“Why?” Cloud interrupted in puzzlement. “There's no reason we can't both sleep in the bed. It's a king-sized isn't it?”

 

“Well yes,” answered the director awkwardly, scratching his carefully groomed short beard. His brown eyes were guarded and his handsome face was carefully neutral. “If you're comfortable with that.”

 

Cloud smiled at him. “I'm fine with it. It isn't like either of us has cooties or something.”

 

Reeve chuckled again. “Good point. In that case, I think I'll get ready for bed.” Seeing Cloud yawn and try to cover it up, the older man smiled. “It looks like you should do the same.”

 

They went into the bedroom and Cloud stretched before climbing onto the left side of the bed. He lay on his side and looked up at Reeve sleepily as the older man took his robe off and draped it over the nearby chair before joining him. Cloud perked up a little with interest. Reeve wore a pair of white pajama pants and Cloud had never seen him without a shirt before. While he'd known the man kept his body trim, he hadn't realized he was built so well. His chest was defined and his stomach was hard and flat. There was a dusting of dark hair across his pectorals that thinned into a trail leading down to his navel. There was something sexy about that; it made Reeve look distinguished. Cloud had always thought the man was handsome in a mature, gentlemanly way and the impression was even stronger now.

 

The blonde looked down at the goofy boxer shorts he was wearing and suddenly, he felt very childish. They were a gift from Tifa for Lover's Day and he'd never minded wearing them before. Now he wished he'd put on a plain pair of underwear for bed. The mattress shifted with Reeve's weight as he climbed on.

 

“Is something bothering you?” Reeve asked softly as he pulled the sheet up to his waist. He'd noticed the blonde's soft grimace and he couldn't understand what provoked it.

 

Cloud shrugged and pulled the sheet up over his lower half too. “I guess I feel a little silly. Here you are dressed like a grownup and I'm wearing boxer shorts with a cartoon heart on them.” He smiled bashfully at the director.

 

Reeve controlled his mirth with effort. Cloud sometimes seemed so innocent, which conflicted with his sensuality and deadly fighting skills. “I don't think it matters what people wear to bed,” he said dryly. “Besides, the boxers are cute.”

 

“Cute?” Cloud echoed with a shake of his head. “That's the thing…the girls are always trying to make me dress `cute' for bed. Between Tifa and Yuffie I've got a whole bedtime wardrobe full of cartoon characters and hearts.”

 

Reeve laughed silently, eyeing the young man with masked appreciation. “That just means they adore you, Cloud. Women do things like that and while I've never quite understood the cute obsession, it's always nice to know they care. So, when are you planning on asking the most significant lady to marry you, anyhow?”

 

Cloud's golden eyebrows furrowed and he frowned at Reeve, his expression unmistakably confused. “Huh?”

 

Now it was Reeve's turn to be confused. He propped himself up on one elbow and regarded Cloud with puzzlement. “Tifa. The two of you are together, aren't you?”

 

“Well, we live together and we're trying to raise Denzel and give him some sort of normal life,” explained Cloud, “but it isn't like what everyone seems to think. It never has been. I mean, I think she might have wanted it to be like that for a while but we're really just good friends.”

 

Reeve was caught between an odd feeling of elation and confusion. He'd thought Cloud and Tifa had a romantic relationship when he found out they were trying to create a family unit with Denzel. That was why he put all three of them in the same suite.

 

“Oh! I'm sorry, Cloud…I would have booked separate, smaller suites for the three of you if I'd have known that. I guess the sleeping arrangements must be uncomfortable for you.”

 

Cloud shrugged. “It's not a big deal. Tifa takes one bedroom and Denzel and I share the other. You didn't know and it's not like we've ever come out and said how things really are to our friends. I never thought it mattered but you've made me think about what it's going to look like to everyone else if she starts seeing someone.”

 

“What about you?” Reeve questioned. “Aren't you interested in dating someone at some point, too?”

 

Cloud's vivid eyes lowered. “Sort of. I just can't be too open about it if I do. I'd never have the kind of relationship most people approve of.”

 

Reeve's pulse quickened at the implications of what Cloud was saying. “Why wouldn't people approve?”

 

The blonde looked at him again and grinned. “Uh, I guess I need to spell it for you. G-A-Y.”

 

Reeve's dark eyebrows shot up with surprise; having secretly hoped that was the case but never dared to ask. “I…see.”

 

Cloud's expression fell. “Do you want me to leave? Or I could take the couch if you're uncomfortable. I promise I won't molest you, if that's what you're thinking.”

 

~Molest me? Please do!~

 

Reeve cleared his throat and told his rising libido to behave itself. So Cloud was gay; that didn't mean he'd ever be interested in someone like him. Even without the age gap, they were so different from one another. “No Cloud, I don't want you to leave and I'm not uncomfortable sleeping beside you,” he said aloud. “I was just a little surprised—more that you trust me enough to confide in me about this than your gender preference.”

 

Cloud slowly grinned again, making the director suppress a groan of desire. “You really don't care?”

 

~Shit…should I tell him he's in good company, or would that make him think I might try something with him?~

 

“Cloud, I…I don't know how to say this without alarming you,” Reeve took a deep breath and shut his eyes, struggling with himself. His sexuality had never been a great concern for him because he was used to concealing it for image purposes. Coming out to a friend that had just come out to him was awkward and difficult.

 

Cloud looked concerned. “Hey, it can't be that bad, whatever it is. If you can handle me being gay I'm sure I can handle whatever it is that's bothering you.”

 

Reeve suddenly laughed, overcome by the irony of the situation. “I'm sorry,” he said after regaining some control over his self. “It's just…oh damn, I should just say it. You aren't the only gay man in this room, Cloud.”

 

Cloud did look alarmed and Reeve laughed harder as the blonde looked around the room as if expecting someone to jump out at him. “Cloud, it's me. I'm gay.”

 

The blonde's wide blue eyes blinked and looked him up and down. “You? How can that…you don't look or act…are you sure?”

 

“Stop it, you're killing me,” Reeve chuckled, wiping his tearing eyes with his free hand. “You don't exactly fit the gay stereotype either, my friend. Is it really so hard to believe?”

 

“Well, kind of,” Cloud answered, still staring him up and down. “I guess I always thought of you as this cultured, mature guy that romances women in his spare time.”

 

The director felt his face heat up with pleasure, knowing that Cloud wouldn't have gotten that impression of him if he didn't think he was attractive. “I've learned to keep it hidden over the years, for the sake of my public image. It's a shame but I don't think I could have accomplished as much as I have if people knew I prefer other men. I wasn't even sure I could tell you, but you looked so worried about what I might think of you that I had to be honest.”

 

~Now just don't spill the beans that you're madly in lust with him and everything should be okay.~

 

It was hard, though. Reeve didn't know if five or ten years ago he could have resisted the temptation of coming on to a hot young blonde guy in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, especially when said hot young thing was lying in his bed next to him. He was thankful for the covers because hidden beneath them, he was getting erect in his pajama pants.

 

Cloud mulled silently over the information and considered his companion. He'd never thought of himself as the type of person that would go for an older guy, but truthfully he'd always thought Reeve was kind of sexy. Now the director seemed even sexier to Cloud, because he wasn't completely off limits. Whether he'd go for Cloud or not was another matter, but the fact that he was gay made it at least a possibility.

 

“Reeve?” the blonde murmured.

 

“Hmmm?” Reeve was watching him with a guarded look in his dark eyes.

 

Cloud faltered, wondering if he was about to make a huge mistake. “Have you ever…thought of me? I mean in a sexual way?”

 

~Oh, fuck. He's noticed then. Maybe he noticed a long time ago and he thought he was just imagining it. Smooth, Tuesti. Really smooth.~

 

There was no sense in lying to Cloud at this point. Those direct blue eyes would probably see right through it if he tried. “Yes,” he admitted softly, struggling to hold his gaze. He waited for Cloud to declare that they couldn't sleep in the same bed together and leave in a hurry. The blonde stared silently at him and Reeve braced himself for disappointment and humiliation.

 

What happened next couldn't have shocked the director more than if a hurricane suddenly blew in and leveled the resort. Cloud leaned toward him and reached out to slide his fingers into his hair at the back of his head. The blonde's soft, shapely lips—that Reeve had been fantasizing about since he first saw him—were pressing against his. Fire erupted in the older man's veins as Cloud's tongue caressed between his lips coaxingly and he parted them and returned the caress with his own tongue. Reeve groaned against the blonde's mouth as the kiss deepened and he put an arm around Cloud's waist and pulled him closer.

 

Reeve proved to be a fantastic kisser and Cloud's body reacted shamelessly to the motions of his lips and tongue. His breath became uneven with arousal and his plans to just hold and kiss Reeve changed. He hadn't been with anyone in so long and Cloud ached to feel the director inside of him. He drew his hand down from Reeve's dark, elegantly styled hair to his back, then around to the front to explore his chest and stomach. He'd thought that kissing a man with a beard and mustache would be abrasive, but the facial hair was soft and it tickled pleasantly against his skin.

 

Reeve suddenly broke the kiss and Cloud was left staring at him with parted lips and quickened breath. “Cloud,” the other man whispered huskily, “we shouldn't do this. I'm older than you and not just by a few years.”

 

“I don't care,” Cloud argued softly. “Other people do it all the time. If I were a woman, would you feel the same?”

 

That was actually an interesting point, Reeve admitted. Younger women dated older men publicly all the time and few people ever batted an eyelash over it. He could be one of those men with a hot young lover…he just couldn't be open about it the way those other men were. “I just don't want to take advantage,” he began, but Cloud closed the distance and kissed him again, making him lose his train of thought along with his interest in protesting further. Reeve kissed him harder and rolled onto him, tangling them both up in the sheets. He felt Cloud's arousal pressing against his thigh and it made his own groin throb in response.

 

Cloud squeezed Reeve's toned backside, encouraging him to grind his hips between his thighs. The other man's big, talented hand slid between their bodies and down, drawing a hot path from the blonde's navel to his crotch. Cloud moaned softly as the hand cupped him through his boxers and began to rub and squeeze his erection. Reeve gave an answering moan of desire and he released Cloud's lips to kiss his throat and shoulder. The blonde turned his head and arched his neck invitingly, curling his fingers under the waist of Reeve's pants and tugging.

 

“Cloud, if this keeps up I don't know if I can stop,” Reeve gasped, his hot breath caressing the skin of the blonde's neck.

 

“I don't want to stop,” Cloud assured him just as breathlessly. Reeve was unconsciously rubbing against him suggestively and the layer of clothes separating their bodies was frustrating Cloud. “Lift your hips,” he demanded.

 

Reeve obeyed automatically and he was startled when Cloud yanked his pajama bottoms down aggressively. He was very thankful now that he always carried protection with him even though he rarely got the chance to have encounters like this. “Oh, god,” he groaned as the blonde's hand curled around his exposed, throbbing sex. He claimed Cloud's lips again and kissed him deeply, gasping into his mouth as his hand began to move.

 

Cloud stroked his companion admiringly, impressed with the length and thickness of his cock. He felt a spot of dampness forming in his boxers as a result of Reeve's rubbing hand and his growing need. “Reeve,” he gasped when the other man broke the kiss to explore his neck again.

 

“I've got to have you tonight,” the director muttered against the soft skin he worshipped. “I have a couple of condoms in my wallet.”

 

“Get them,” Cloud agreed, pausing his massage.

 

Reeve kissed him once more and rolled off of him, pulling his pants up as he got off of the bed. “I'll be right back,” he said in a voice heavy with lust.

 

Cloud watched him go, practically panting with excitement. He hadn't been prepared for how strongly his body reacted to the older man's touch and kisses. The strong, calloused hands were experienced and skilled, telling Cloud that sex with him was going to be very, very satisfying. The blonde raised his hips and pulled his boxers off, tossing them to the floor. He covered himself to the hips with the sheet and waited impatiently for his companion to return.

 

When Reeve came back, Cloud smiled up at him. “You aren't having second thoughts, are you?”

 

The older man shook his head, his dark eyes scanning Cloud's form hungrily. “I can't stop now,” he murmured as he approached and set two condom packets on the nightstand. He pulled his pajama pants off and climbed into the bed with Cloud, drawing him to his body immediately and giving him one of those drugging kisses. His hands resumed their earlier explorations, thoroughly stroking, massaging and teasing the blonde's body until he was gasping again and begging him to take him. He was likewise familiarizing himself with Reeve's body and pleasuring his arousal to the point where it was leaking precum.

 

Reeve maintained self-control with difficulty, staring at Cloud's now perspiring young body with hunger as he squeezed his erection and rubbed up and down the length. The sweet moans and gasps were maddeningly satisfying. Cloud knew how to make a man feel good about his lovemaking, that was for certain. Reeve's jaw tensed as the blonde's stroking hand brought him closer and closer to coming. Regretfully, he reached down and gripped Cloud's wrist to still his massage.

 

“You're getting me too close,” he explained softly, giving the blonde a painful smile when he looked at him with questioning blue eyes.

 

Cloud released his shaft and combed his fingers through his hair instead. “Can't have that happening, can we?” he said with a grin. “I'll behave.”

 

Reeve lowered his mouth to the blonde's and kissed him hungrily, smiling when he circled the head of his cock with his thumb and Cloud bucked into his touch and gasped sharply. Something else occurred to Reeve suddenly and he almost swore. They had the protection but no lube. He stopped kissing Cloud and rested his forehead on the blonde's shoulder, groaning softly.

 

“What is it?” Cloud asked.

 

“No lubricant,” answered the older man in a frustrated tone.

 

Cloud laughed softly. “For a guy that's so experienced, you're a little thick. We've got plenty of lube.”

 

Reeve pulled back and looked down at him with a frown. “We do?”

 

“Sure. Roll onto your back and put the condom on. I'll show you.”

 

Reeve did so and Cloud demonstrated what he was talking about by lowering his mouth to the director's rubber-encased dick and giving him a blowjob. Reeve closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure as the blonde's head bobbed up and down. It mustn't have tasted good but Cloud didn't seem to mind. He worked his saliva over the organ thoroughly, pausing now and then to squeeze the base when Reeve gave signs that he was getting close to orgasm. He was very good and Reeve was squeezing fistfuls of sheets by the time Cloud was satisfied that his cock was slick enough.

 

The delicious torture finally ended, leaving the director breathless with unfulfilled pleasure and need. Cloud rolled onto his back, drawing the other man with him. He stared up at Reeve trustingly and spread his thighs for him, raising his knees up and back to give the other man the access he needed.

 

Reeve was momentarily dumbstruck as he stared down at his young companion and got ready to position himself.

 

~How the hell can ANYONE look that sexy and still look innocent at the same time?~

 

Cloud licked his lips with anticipation and put his arms around Reeve, raising his hips to rub his entrance against the other man's poised cock. Reeve shuddered and groaned his name, rocking forward to breach him. Cloud grunted softly and relaxed his body as much as possible to accept the invasion. He sucked in a sharp breath as Reeve nudged past the ring and sank in slowly. The director paused for a moment when he was completely in, kissing Cloud tenderly and murmuring to him. Then he began to move, starting out slowly.

 

“God, that's good,” Cloud gasped, his eyes partially closing with pleasure as his companion's cock smoothly slid forward and back. The usual discomfort he'd expected for the first few moments never even occurred, Reeve was so careful and considerate. Cloud clutched at the other man and groaned, kissing his chest and neck.

 

Reeve exhaled slowly and drew another deep breath, trying not to let the blonde's fantastic compliment drive him over the edge. He kept his lovemaking slow and steady, rightly assuming that Cloud had never been with a tender lover before. Reeve smiled as the blonde said his name in a voice trembling with pleasure and he lowered his head to Cloud's chest and began to tease his nipples one at a time with his lips and tongue. The young man's back arched with pleasure and he cried out, his voice shaken and uneven sounding.

 

After a few moments, Reeve increased the force of his thrusts but kept his rhythm slow, building it up gradually. He knew he was pumping at a good angle because Cloud's body kept tensing at sudden, regular moments when he thrust in. The blonde's ragged pants and moans grew louder in volume and he undulated beneath Reeve encouragingly. The director stopped sucking his lover's nipples to give him another deep kiss as he carefully increased his force and rhythm more.

 

Cloud couldn't focus his eyes as Reeve's steady, skillful thrusts sent pleasure unlike any he'd ever experienced before through his pelvis. He whimpered as the other man's pumping slowly and steadily grew in speed and force. He couldn't keep quiet, which was strange because normally he never made this much noise until he reached his climax. He could feel the pressure building and it was so strong he knew he was going to scream when he came.

 

Cloud had been fucked several times in his life, but he'd never been made love to. When Reeve broke the kiss and stared down at him with his handsome features full of pleasure, Cloud's lips parted and his eyes widened. It was happening suddenly and it was like a fucking tidal wave crashing over him. “Oh….OH…GOD, REEVE?”

 

The director almost stopped, surprised by the desperate and questioning tone of Cloud's scream. His ego practically exploded when he realized that he was making the blonde come harder than he'd ever come in his life. “Shhh, Cloud,” he soothed, smiling smugly as he nuzzled the blonde's arching throat. He couldn't remember ever hearing Cloud scream so loud before and he almost considered putting his hand over the blonde's mouth to muffle it.

 

Cloud's body went taut and he shook all over as he clung to Reeve. He howled helplessly as his cock bucked hard against the other man's stomach and he shot a several thick spurts of cum. Reeve kept rocking against him steadily, murmuring to him in a husky, pleasure-laced voice as he was overcome by the orgasm. The blonde's eyes rolled with ecstasy and he thought he was going to pass out. Reeve's thrusts quickened and hardened more and Cloud groaned as the spasms continued. When they ended, he fall back against the bed and panted, staring up at the man on top of him with amazement.

 

“God you're beautiful,” Reeve gasped, his features tensing. For a moment Cloud thought he was going to come, but he didn't slow or stop. How the man managed to hold back his own climax was beyond Cloud's ability to understand, but he kept making love to him until the blonde began to harden again and wonder if this would last all night.

 

Reeve demonstrated an amazing virility, making Cloud have two more screaming orgasms before he finally pushed hard and deep into him and came himself. He yelled nearly as loud as Cloud had when he came, collapsing on top of the blonde in exhaustion when his cock was finally spent. Cloud stroked the older man's sweat-dampened hair as they lay there panting together. He stared up at the ceiling with an amazed expression on his flushed sweating face.

 

“I can't…get over it,” Cloud said hoarsely between gasps.

 

“Get over what?” Reeve panted, kissing his neck.

 

“How fucking…good…you are! Nobody's ever…done that to me before. I've never…screamed before.”

 

Reeve laughed breathlessly, shifting inside of him a little. “Are you trying to make my head swell to monstrous proportions, Cloud?”

 

“Just being honest,” the blonde answered. His fingertips skimmed up and down Reeve's back and he sighed in contentment. “We are DEFINITELY doing that again.”

 

“You'll get no argument from me,” the director smirked. “However, I think the others are going to figure out what's going on between us, eventually. We weren't exactly being quiet by the end.”

 

Cloud laughed and kissed him. For a little while they just stayed that way and exchanged kisses and touches. Then Reeve rolled off of Cloud and disposed of the condom before pulling him to his chest. They drifted off to sleep together and told their friends in the morning a half-truth about why Cloud stayed the night in Reeve's suite. Nobody suspected anything, which made Reeve realize that the walls of the resort were blessedly thick and they must not have heard Cloud's ragged cries.

 

It was difficult to pretend casualty around the blonde after that…much more so than before. Reeve wanted him all the time and he couldn't believe the turn that things had taken. He never would have imagined someone like Cloud going for someone like him, but evidently the blonde was quite happy to have an older man as a lover. They spent their nights together whenever they could and maintained a friendly relationship in public.

 

Reeve had never been happier in his life.

 

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