Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Pepperoni and a self rising crust ( Chapter 6 )

CHAPTER 6: Pepperoni and a self-rising crust

 

Squall looked down and checked his watch, “It's almost noon. Are you hungry?”

 

“Starving to death.” Seifer replied.

 

“Me too. I haven't eaten since about 5:00 this morning.” Squall said. Then started to laugh at the amused look that crossed Seifer's face. “That doesn't count that was visual aid.”

 

Seifer's laughter joined his as they made their way into Delilah's Diner.

 

When the waitress came over and took their order Seifer fought back the laughter at the look of horror that crossed Squall's face when he ordered the double chili cheeseburger with french-fries and the double chocolate milkshake to drink.

 

Seifer raised a golden eyebrow when Squall ordered the grilled chicken salad with the raspberry vinaigrette dressing on the side, to drink he ordered ice tea with no lemon.

 

“Do you mind if I ask you a semi-personal question?” Seifer asked him.

 

“It all depends on what it is. If I feel comfortable answering it I'll answer any question you ask me. If I don't, I'll tell you that it's something I really don't want to discuss at this time.” Squall replied with a grin.

 

“I was just a little curious on how many boyfriends you've had. I mean I've known you for less then a handful of hours and you just don't seem like the type that would promiscuous.” Seifer smiled across the table at him.

 

Squall took a sip of his iced tea, wiped his mouth off with his napkin and answered, “Three.”

 

“Three?”

 

“Yes three. There was Vincent. Before him there was Nathan.” His body tensed on that name and Seifer wondered if this Nathan had been unfaithful to Squall as well. But Squall's whole demeanor changed when he said the last name. His body relaxed and his smile was a little shy, “Before Nathan there was Cloud.”

 

“What happened with Nathan?”

 

“Had a sex change and I don't do woman.”

 

“Ah! I see. And Cloud?”

 

Again that smile, “Cloud Strife is one of my best friends. We dated for almost three years, but we started growing apart and decided that we made better friends then lovers. Now question for you.”

 

“Ask away.” Seifer said.

 

“How many girlfriends have you had?”

 

“More then I care to admit to.” Seifer answered honestly. “But I was careful. Not only didn't I want a bunch of little Almasy's running around I also didn't want to catch anything. So I used a condom every partner, every time.”

 

Squall smiled at him, “Me too.”

 

The conversation came to an abrupt halt when their meal arrived.

 

Squall paused with the fork half way to his mouth he had been watching Seifer make short work of his burger and fries, “Jesus Christ Almasy, how the hell have you managed to stay alive this long?”

 

“What's wrong with what I'm eating?” Seifer asked sarcastically.

 

“For one thing there are no vegetables.” Squall replied honestly.

 

Seifer sneered across the table at him, picked up a french-fry and said in a condescending tone, “And what do you call a potato?”

 

“A starch and a complex carbohydrate. Next time let me order for you or your going to wind up giving yourself a heart attack before you're 35.”

 

“Well thank you so much Food Guru, at least I don't exist on rabbit food.” Seifer said sardonically.

 

“Fine. When you've died from congestive heart failure I'll put `that' on your tombstone.” Squall replied facetiously.

 

“I prefer pepperoni and self rising crust.” Seifer said snidely. Then looked down at his plate and found that there was very little left, glancing over at Squall's he saw that there was almost half the salad left. He brought his eyes back up and watched as Squall took a bite of the salad. Each move was graceful and elegant, each bite savored.

 

“What?” Squall asked after he finished the bite of salad that he just took.

 

“So is that stuff really better for you? I mean how does it taste?”

 

Squall smiled at him, “Would you like to try some?”

 

Seifer picked up his fork and saw that there were still small pieces of cheese clinging to it and hastily wiped it off on his napkin. Reaching across the table he speared a small amount of the salad making sure that the bite he took had a piece of chicken on it. He put it in his mouth and was actually a little shocked. It was pretty damn good for bunny food.

 

“Well?” Squall asked him a grin on his mouth and laughter in his eyes.

 

“Oh alright you can order for me next time that's really good.” Seifer groused good-naturedly.

 

“Seifer, I do eat junk food every now and then but I don't do it to excess. I have to be careful around chocolate.”

 

“Allergic?” Seifer asked golden eyebrow cocked up high on his forehead. God he would hate that, he loved chocolate. Had to have it at least once a day or he didn't feel complete.

 

“No. It's my downfall.” Squall's mellow laughter drifted out around them, “I am a member of C.A. Chocoholics Anonymous.”

 

Seifer chuckled, “Really, I'm the founder of it. But I keep relapsing.” Which caused both men to go off in to peals of laughter.

 

Squall looked across the table at him still laughing, “I just can't get past that first step. Admitting that I am powerless over chocolate.”

 

While Squall finished eating they continued talking. “How long were you with Nathan?”

 

“Out of my relationships Nathan was the shortest. We were together for three months.”

 

“And Vincent?” Seifer asked.

 

“A year and half.” Squall replied.

 

“And now?”

 

“I'm single.”

 

“Okay. I'm curious Squall. What are you looking for in a relationship? Are you looking for Mr. Right?”

 

Squall laughed, “No. I stopped looking for Mr. Right and I'm now looking for Mr. Doesn't Scratch Himself In Public.”

 

Seifer snorted with laughter. He was starting to like Squall more and more, he was intelligent and had a sense of humor that matched his own.

 

“Okay Seifer. What about you? What are you looking for in a relationship? Miss Right, Miss Left, or Miss Now I Don't Have A Headache?”

 

Seifer chuckled, but sobered and replied honestly, “Miss I Want You For You.”

 

An eyebrow shot up high on Squall's forehead. He really liked Seifer Almasy. He liked the fact that Seifer was smart and funny and they could actually sit down and have an intelligent conversation. He was still a little stunned about how quickly and easily he told Seifer about his past lovers. He had never opened up this much with anyone. The whole incident with Vincent had humiliated him. When his family had asked what had happened. He had told them in no uncertain terms that he didn't wish to talk about it, and they had never brought up the subject again.

 

After they finished eating and Squall had paid the check they left the restaurant to start shopping.

 

The first stop they made was at Skyelark's Shoes. A woman was standing behind the cash register ringing up a sale and glanced up at the customers who waked in. “Brad finish this far me.” Not waiting to see if her order was obeyed she breezed across the room to where Squall and Seifer now were.

 

“Squall, darling it's so good to see you again. How have you been you naughty boy?” She greeted him with a hug and misplaced kiss on the cheek. She had aimed for his lips but Squall turned his head.

 

“Fine. And yourself?” Squall replied with a tight smile. Detaching himself from the hug that was going past the point of a friendly embrace and had started to boarder on a sexual advance, especially when a hand reached down and grabbed his ass.

 

“Devastated. Todd dumped me.” She said with an exaggerated sigh.

 

“It's too bad about Todd.” He replied sincerely and thought silently. “Please don't let him bring up the past.”

 

“I miss you Squall.” Roxanne said, putting a lot of emphasis on the miss.

 

No such luck. He did a quick check to see what he had recently done to be punished like this. Nothing! Nada! A big fat zero! “God hates me.” He groaned silently.

 

“What was that darling?” Roxanne asked again and placed a hand on Squall's shoulder and squeezed.

 

Seifer quietly watched what was happening. When that woman had approached he thought that her looks would have been better suited on a man. Squall looked more like a woman then she did. Then the thought hit him, “Holy shit. It's a drag queen.”

 

“Squall?” A cheery voice rang out. “Oh my stars and garters it is you.”

 

Squall broke the hold and pivoted towards the person who called out. Stepping forward he grabbed the petite auburn haired woman in a warm friendly embrace. “Selphie. It's good to see you again.”

 

“Miss Selphie I was helping Squall.” Roxanne pouted.

 

Selphie saw Squall cringe. Holy hell. She had forgotten all about that. Squall was one of her dearest friends and had been for the past six years. He had helped her get out of an abusive relationship with her ex husband. Loaned her the money to start her business. Then introduced her to her current boyfriend Irvine. So she knew a little about his past, knew that Nathan Kingsley had once been involved with Squall. But Squall had ended that relationship when Nathan became Roxanne.

 

Roxanne dragged her eyes away from Squall and stared at Seifer. Now there was a real man, all rugged and handsome. With exaggerated movements she crossed over to where Seifer was standing. “Hello! Welcome to Skyelark's. If there's anything at all I can help you with, and I do mean anything let me know.”

 

“That is the final straw. I've had numerous complaints about you Roxanne but being so blatantly obvious, this is not only rude but unprofessional as well. Come with me to the office for your final check you are fired.” Selphie said angrily.

 

Then she turned and spoke to Seifer, her voice warm and bubbly, “I'm so very sorry about that.”

 

Seifer had watched silently as the events unfold around him. He had seen the friendly way that she/he had touched Squall and fuck you would have to be deaf and not understand English not to miss the longing in his/her voice. He knew that he had been mistaken in his earlier assumptions. The clerk wasn't a drag queen but Squall's ex Nathan. How the fuck should he refer to Roxanne nee Nathan as a man or a woman? He made a mental note to ask Squall.

 

When the other woman approached he was actually relieved. He had seen Squall go from warm and friendly to cold and emotionless once today already and didn't want to see it again. “Not a problem mam.” Seifer answered.

 

The next hour was spent with Seifer trying on a variety of different shoes. He quickly found out that shopping to Squall wasn't just a quick trip going in picking out something that fit and looked descent. No! By the time they left he found that he was now the owner of two pairs of athletic shoes, one for running the other for everyday. He also now had three pairs of dress shoes, one black, one light gray and the final one taupe. Squall insisted that he get two more pairs of boots. The first pair was biker boots the second cowboy. As the pile of shoeboxes kept growing, he found that a pair of tan huaraches and loafers had been added.

 

“I've never owned so many shoes in my life.” Seifer said then protested when he saw the total.

 

Squall waved it away, “Seifer it's not like I can't afford it. Besides I can use it as a tax write off for business expenditures.”

 

Gathering up the bags the two men left the store. After a quick trip back to the car to drop off the shopping bags they continued with their shopping.

 

“Squall, I'm feeling a little guilty about how much money you're spending on me. There's no way that I'll be able to pay you back.” Seifer said as they walked down the sidewalk. His eyes squinted fighting the glare of the sun.

 

Squall's silver blue eyes flashed mischievously behind his Ray Bans. Stopping he turned to Seifer and ran the tip of his tongue over his top lip and growled, “Let me have my wicked way with you one night and we'll call it even.”

 

Seifer knew he was joking and decided to join in, “And what would you do if I said yes?”

 

Squall gave him an evil smile, “Probably drag you into the nearest alley and fuck the hell out of you.”

 

“Sex in public? Hum? Tempting but no.” Seifer laughed. “Are you sure you don't mind?”

 

Squall stifled a groan. God damn it. He had never had such an instantaneous attraction to anyone. It was more then just lust. He knew that. There was just something about Seifer Almasy. It was more then just looks. He lived in California for fucks sake. Home of some of the most beautiful people in the world, besides looks had never really mattered to him.

 

Yes two of his boyfriends had been down right gorgeous, but they were also funny and intelligent. He liked being able to sit curled up on the couch and either read to his lover, watch a movie, listen to music, or just talk.

 

When he looked at Seifer again he smiled, “No I don't mind. Besides if you want to blend in around here you need to look like a local and not a yokel.”

 

The next stop was to Irvine's, where Squall has Seifer outfitted in several new outfits.

 

“Hey Seifer, why don't you pick something out for yourself?” Squall said.

 

Squall had picked out several pairs of 501's for Seifer in black, indigo, and light blue as well as several pairs of dress slacks and a variety of different shirts, from dress to tank top

 

Seifer grinned looking around the shop he found what he wanted. When he emerged from the dressing room, he was wearing a white linen suit with an aqua tank top under it. He had changed into the huaraches before they left the shoe store.

 

When Squall saw him he burst out laughing.

 

“What?” Seifer asked confused. He had seen himself in the mirror and thought he looked good.

 

“Almasy you look like a reject from a bad 80's television show. This is Frisco not Miami. Lose the jacket.” Squall laughed.

 

When Seifer shed the jacket Squall's eyes did a slow crawl up his body. Where they stopped momentarily on his crouch, where he could see the faint outline of Seifer's penis. Tearing his eyes away, he ordered himself to stop it since Seifer was straight. He was thankful that he had worn a pair of loose pants so his raging hard on couldn't be noticed. Needing a distraction he grabbed a pair of Ray Bans and tossed them to Seifer.

 

Seifer put them on and turned to look at himself once more in the mirror and did a double take. He thought that he had looked good before. But without the jacket he knew that he looked damn good. The aqua tank top made his skin appear even more golden. He turned to Squall and casually shoved one of his hands in his pocket. Smirking he said, “I look damn good.”

 

After they had left the store Squall told him that they had one more stop to make then home.

 

“Where?”

 

“The San Francisco Chocolate Company.” Squall answered.

 

“I thought you were trying to quit?” Seifer laughed.

 

“I am but like you I keep relapsing.” Squall replied with a laugh of his own.

 

When they walked through the door Seifer thought he had died and gone to heaven. And heaven was made of chocolate.

 

Half an hour and several samples later they left the candy store each man clutching a two-pound box of chocolate.