Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ I touch myself ( Chapter 8 )

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CHAPTER 8: I touch myself

After Fujin and Chris left Squall called a plumber and was told that they could have someone there first thing in the morning. Finishing the call he retrieved his pistol from Seifer and walked into his bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief, he had been so angry when he had stomped in here earlier that he hadn't bothered taking in his surroundings. This room had remained unscathed. Going over to his dresser he pulled out a pair of cutoffs and a tank top and changed his clothes.

When he got back out to the living room he saw that Seifer was gathering up empty pizza boxes and stacking them on the floor.

“Seifer what are you doing?”

“I'm cleaning.” He answered.

“You don't have to help me clean. It's not your responsibility.” Squall replied and smiled for the first time in the last 45 minutes.

“Look Squall, I don't mind.” Seifer said and smiled a little himself.

“Fine, but if you're going to help me clean could you at least change out of the white trousers?”

“Okay.” Seifer answered and crossed the room and entered the door that Squall had just exited.

The bedroom was a masterpiece of simplistic good taste. The walls were painted a pale French gray, while the carpeting was a warm gray. The head and footboard on the California King sleigh bed was made from cherry wood and polished to a mirror gleam. The comforter on the bed was black as were the coverings on the numerous pillows that were piled against the headboard.

The rest of the furniture was made of the same high quality wood. On one of the nightstands there was a small lamp, alarm clock and a picture that matched the portrait that was hanging in the living room. The dresser top was almost bare the only thing sitting on it was a lap top computer.

There was a bookshelf that took up one wall and had a variety of different books on it that ranged from Sci-fi to Action/Adventure.

Seifer couldn't fight the smirk as he glanced up and saw that the ceiling wasn't mirrored. He saw his duffle bag sitting by the closet. Opening it he grabbed out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and quickly changed into them.

He usually didn't care about the state of his clothes but he had seen how much Squall had spent on him, Jesus you could feed a third world country for the next five years. Okay maybe that was an exaggeration, maybe only four years, but Squall didn't even bat an eyelash at the amount of money he had spent. So instead of cramming the clothes into his bag he laid the pants over the foot of the bed and folded the tank top up and put it on top of them.

When he got back out to the living room Seifer found that Squall had opened the patio doors to let in some fresh air, which did wonders for helping to clear away the smoke smell.

Squall had grabbed several trash bags and was rapidly filling them. Glancing up from his task he smiled at Seifer. Normally he would have let his eyes feast on that glorious eye candy that was displayed before him. “I would put on some music, but one of those assholes turned the bass up and blew my speakers out.” A frown appeared on his mouth again. “This really wasn't how I wanted to spend the rest of the day.”

“Oh and what did you have planned?” Seifer asked as he walked across the room and grabbed an empty garbage bag.

“Why Seif, I was planning on seducing you.” Squall replied mischievously, the harsh color had left his eyes and they were once again the sparkling silver blue. His face had also softened considerably, “Actually I was hoping that we could either listen to some music or watch T.V.”

The first thing that they did was drag the heavy potted plants outside and put them by the garage. After that was accomplished the next hour was spent trying to make a dent in the disaster that had been made of the living room.

The sound of the doorbell brought an abrupt halt to their cleaning. Squall raised an inquisitive eyebrow. He wasn't expecting anyone to come by. Checking the peephole he saw that it Fujin, Chris and his wife Connie. Their arms were laden down with brown paper bags.

Opening the door he greeted them with a smile, “Hey what are you doing here?”

“We've come to help.” Fujin replied and stepped into the house. “But first of all food. We brought Chinese.” She took a quick look around. The garbage had been picked up off the floor and there were stacks of CDS and DVDS against one wall.

“Hey Squall, I stopped home and told Connie what had happened she called her mom to watch the kids and here we are.” Chris said.

Connie brushed past her husband and gave Squall a quick hug, “Hi Squall.”

Squall returned her hug, “Connie it's been to long.”

“Yes it has. Now why don't we eat and then get busy. I brought you Mar Far Chicken and Chicken Chow Yuk.”

Squall couldn't help but smile, the last time he had Chinese with Chris and Connie had been over a year ago and she remembered his favorites.

“I also got you an order of Crab Rangoon and barbecued pork.” She smiled at him, “Now why don't you all find a spot to sit.” Not waiting to see if they had complied she walked through the door into the kitchen to grab plates for everyone and screamed.

Chris went tearing to the kitchen after his wife only to be narrowly missed being smacked in the face as the door swung open again.

“Have you seen your kitchen?” She cried out.

“Unfortunately.” Squall answered.

“After we eat Fujin and I will take that room and leave this one to you guys.” She said then bracing herself walked back into the kitchen to get plates and silverware for them. She didn't bother with a fork for Squall knowing that he would use chopsticks. She wasn't sure about the luscious looking blond, but took it for granted that he probably didn't know how to use them. Yes she thought the tall blond man was sinfully handsome. She was married, not blind.

When she arrived back in the living room she found that floor space around the coffee table had been cleared. Sitting the plates down she turned to Seifer and said, “You must be Squall's new partner. Hi, I'm Connie Chris's wife.”

Seifer stood and held out his hand, “Seifer Almasy mam.” He was a little surprised when she ignored his hand and hugged him instead.

“Enough with the mam. We're all family here. So where are you from? With that accent I know that you're not from California.”

“Texas.” Seifer smiled down at the petite woman.

“Well I guess everything I've heard about Texas is true, everything is bigger there.” She laughed. “Now come on I'm hungry and the sooner we eat the sooner we can get this catastrophe taken care of.” Turning to Squall she gave him the same friendly smile, “I'm surprised you didn't shoot first and ask questions later.”

“If I would have had my revolver I would have.” Squall answered her with a smile of his own.

While they ate the conversation was lively considering the unfortunate circumstances. It was like a bunch of friends had just gotten together for dinner.

After they had finished eating and empty containers were thrown away Connie and Fujin gathered up dirty plates and went to the kitchen/dining area.

“Oh my god!” Was the only thing that Fujin could say as she surveyed the wreckage around her. “Where do we start?”

Connie put her hands up to her mouth and shook her head sadly. Squall's once immaculate kitchen looked like a tornado had gone through it. The gleaming pale yellow walls were splattered with broken eggs. The red and yellow tiled floor had more broken eggs as well as other food drying on the once polished surface. The oak dining room table was listing since one of its legs had been broken off. The matching high back chairs were flung around the room.

“I think the first thing we should do is see if the coffee maker is working. Then we can start scarping the crap of the floors.” Walking over to the freezer she pulled out a bag of coffee beans and found the grinder, which thankfully still worked, as did the coffee maker.

After coffee was brewed and Fujin had taken in steaming cups to the men she returned to the kitchen to help Connie start cleaning. She started by scraping the dried on food off the floor while Connie scrubbed down the stove and counter tops.

As they cleaned they found that the blender's motor had been burned out. The Cuisinart was in several broken pieces from where it had been flung against the wall. The Kitchen Aide mixer had some unidentifiable mess clogging it beaters and the toaster had chunks of cake shoved into it.

When Squall entered the kitchen two hours later he found that the kitchen was once again spotless. The red appliances had been washed until they gleamed. The light yellow counter tops were now free of rubble and the walls and floor had been washed free of debris. The chairs had been up righted and placed against the back wall. The table had been tilted on it side and Fujin was squatted down by it.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw him, and smiled. “The leg was broken off at the joint so it can be repaired without any difficulty.” She told him rose to her feet and walked over to where he was.

Squall hugged her tight against him and whispered “I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to repay you for all your help.”

“Don't worry about it Squall.” She reassured him with a smile.

Connie walked over and found that she was pulled up to his other side, “I heard the carpet cleaner. So are you guys done in the living room?”

“Yes just finished up. I was coming in to see if you needed any help, but I can see that you don't.” Squall said softly.

“You'll have to replace most of your small appliances. But as you know you have the essentials.” Fujin grinned up at him. “Your precious coffee maker and bean grinder. Probably wouldn't be a bad idea to go grocery shopping either.”

Squall hugged both women again, and felt moisture grow in his eyes. He felt blessed having such good friends that would take time out of their lives to come and help him. “Barbecue, this Saturday unless you have other plans.”

“I'm free.” Fujin said.

To which he responded, “And easy. Connie, what about you and Chris?”

“We'll be here Squall you give great barbecue.” She smiled and pulled away from him. “Do you want me to bring a banana cream pie?”

Seifer and Chris choose that moment to walk through the door, “Con honey Squall prefers his banana's whole.” Chris joked. Which caused four of the rooms occupants to break into peals of laughter.

“Did I miss something?” Connie asked confused. She knew for a fact that Squall loved banana cream pie.

Which caused more laughter some from the innocence of her question and the rest memories of earlier that day. Chris put his arm around his wife and smiled down at her, “I'll tell you when we get home.”

Squall walked his company to the door and bid them goodnight. After shutting and locking the door he turned to Seifer and said, “I'm going to grab a shower and then go to bed. After I'm done you're more then welcome to take one as well.”

Seifer watched as Squall walked into his bedroom. The sweat soaked tank top was clinging to his body and the cutoffs showed Squall's ass to an advantage. Seifer's eyes slowly traveled from that tight inverted heart shaped butt down long bronze legs. Tearing his eyes away he spun around. He was hard again and painfully so. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't gay. But all he wanted to do was run his hands and mouth all over Squall's body.

Squall grabbed his robe and stepped into the master bathroom. Everything in here was black and silver. From the black tiled floor to the silver gray towels. Stripping off his clothes he stepped under the shower and let the warm jets beat down on his aching muscles. Grabbing the shampoo that he had specially made for him he quickly washed his hair.

Taking the soap whose fragrance was of patchouli, musk and cloves he made a rich lather and started to soap up his body. Stopping at his chest he tugged on the ring that was pierced through his left nipple. Twirling the silver around in his fingers. The sensation traveled down his belly and throbbed in his aching testicles. Releasing the silver ring he washed down his sculpted abdomen and repeated the gentle tugging on his navel ring.

When he soaped down to his groin he let his hand linger on his growing erection. He had been turned on most of the fucking day. Grasping his long thick length firmly in his hand he started moving it up and down. Running his thumb over the head and slit which was now liberally wet with precome. Moving his thumb to the underside of the head he rubbed it over the extra sensitive spot.

God he wanted Seifer. He wanted him so bad. He let his imagination take over as he continued to stroke his throbbing member. This was Seifer's mouth doing this to him. Seifer's hot fucking sexy mouth and tongue that was stroking up and down him, in slow leisurely strokes

“Ahhh…Seif. Yes!” He moaned, “Oh! God! Yes! Seif…ferrrrr!” He threw his head back and let the pulsating water beat down on him as he pumped his hand faster. He bit back the cry of pleasure when his orgasm exploded on his hand, stomach, and against the shower wall. Collapsing backwards he rested his head against the back of the shower breathing deeply in and out.

Regaining his composure he grabbed the soap once more and quickly washed away the stickiness that was on his hand and belly. Taking the showerhead he washed down the wall removing any evidence of what had transpired while he was showering.