Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Stupid brain ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CHAPTER 9: Stupid brain

Stepping out of the shower he grabbed one of the towels and quickly dried himself off. Donning the robe he exited the bathroom.

He walked out into the living room and smiled at Seifer, “Shower's free.” And strolled down the short hall to the linen cupboard. Which for some reason only known to god hadn't been touched, grabbing a quilt and a pillow he carried them back into the living room.

Seeing that Seifer wasn't there he knew that he was now in the shower. Going into the kitchen he switched off the coffee maker and dumped the last of the pot down the sink and washed it out. Grabbing a pen and paper he started to make a list of everything that he would have to replace.

Tears stung the back of his eyelids and he finally gave into the luxury of crying. He couldn't believe that Ben had done this to him. Oh he knew that everything could be replaced, but the fact that his brother had so callously used him. That's what hurt, he felt violated. Wiping away the tears he started going through his cupboards and refrigerator to see what groceries he would need to buy and made a second list.

Finishing his list he left the kitchen and walked back into his bedroom to find a nude Seifer Almasy bending over his duffle bag. The view of that tight golden ass caused him to spring to life once again.

Seifer heard the door, stood up and spun around without any thoughts to the fact that he was standing there buck ass naked. “Sorry I forgot to take something to change into when I finished my shower.” He offered.

Squall couldn't tear his eyes away from Seifer. If the house were collapsing down around his ears he still wouldn't have been able to look away. His chest was tightly muscled and led down to a washboard stomach. From his navel down to his groin was a thin line of light golden curls that led to where his manhood lay. Snapping his eyes shut Squall spun around and quickly left the room. “God damn it.” He swore silently. “So much for jacking off in the shower to relieve some of my tension, just looking at him has made me hard again.”

When Seifer had gone into the bathroom to take a shower he drank in the beauty of that room too. He briefly wondered if it had been originally designed this way or if Squall had redecorated. He figured since the tub was huge that Squall had definitely redecorated. He smirked remembering that line from the song `Rock Star' by Nickelback, `a king sized tub big enough for 10 plus me.' Yes that tub looked like it could fit 10 people more then comfortably.

Stripping off his clothes Seifer stepped into the shower and let the pulsating jets of warm water beat down on his hard golden body. Picking up the soap he lathered it up, his senses assaulted with the rich heady fragrance of it. God that was how Squall smelled all woodsy and exotic. He knew that part of it was the soap but the rest was all male.

His thoughts were in turmoil, he had watched Squall through lowered eyelids while they had been cleaning. He had found it hard, okay wrong word. He had found it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. He didn't understand why he was attracted to Squall he was a man for Christ's sake.

Eyebrows furrowing in concentration he continued soaping up and down his body. Okay Almasy, think about this logically. True you're attracted to another man. But that doesn't mean that you're gay. How could someone not be attracted to Squall Leonhart? He was beautiful, and it wasn't just looks. He had a great personality and a good heart. All in all Squall Leonhart was everything that he wanted in a woman it just sucked shit that he was a man.

As he soaped down his long legs he thought about how Squall had stared at him while they were in Irvine's. He wasn't blind. He had seen that look, that look of wanton desire that flashed in those gorgeous eyes.

When he reached his groin he found that he was rock hard. He would never be able to sleep in this condition. Fisting his hand around his length he started to stroke up and down, a brief glimpse of his last girl friend Natalie flashed through his brain, it was her mouth working up and down him. But by the sixth stroke it wasn't a brown-eyed red head with enormous tits that was doing this to him. It was a brunet with silver blue eyes, whose tits were a sculpted chest.

Seifer was shocked by the thought and quickly let go of his hard on. “Fucking shit!” He swore silently. Great he couldn't even beat off now. But wait, did it mean he was gay if he jacked off and thought about another man.

His ball sac yelled at him, “No it doesn't.”

“Yes it does.” His brain argued.

“Who's going to know?” His balls debated back. Then they purred, all right they didn't actually purr, but it was close enough. “Just think how good it's going to feel getting relief for this growing problem.” They taunted.

“You promise you won't tell anyone?” His brain asked his balls.

“Who am I going to tell? You control the vocal cords.” His testicles replied smugly.

Not for one minute did Seifer think he was insane. Men had the problem all the time, their sex drive wanting one thing but their mind wanting something else.

Reaching down he grasp his length again, closed his eyes and saw that Squall was kneeling in front of him. His sexy pouty mouth was barely open and the tip of that wicked little tongue was resting on his top lip. As Seifer stroked up and down, he threw his head back and groaned. “God Squall, your mouth feels so good.”

Feeling his orgasm drawing closer he increased the speed, “Oh yeah baby like that.” In his vision Squall's eyes were closed, his eyelashes making crescent moons on his cheeks, his lower lip catching on the underside of his swollen length as he moved his mouth up and down. “Squall! Fuck!” Seifer groaned as he exploded shooting cum in a delicate arc against the wall. His breathing came out in short gasp. Grabbing the shampoo he quickly washed his hair. Then rinsed the wall down, he didn't want Squall to know that he had beat off in his shower.

Stepping out of the shower he grabbed one of the soft towels and quickly dried off with it. Shit, he had forgot to bring in a pair of sweats to put on. Opening the bathroom door he saw that Squall wasn't in there. With no regards to the fact that he was nude he strolled over and opened up his duffle bag.

He was bent over when he heard the door open standing he quickly turned and saw Squall staring at him.

The apology he offered was lame and he knew it. When Squall spun around and quickly left the room he grabbed a pair of sweats and quickly shimmed into them. He had seen the front of Squalls robe bulge and the lust that flashed in his eyes.

Walking into the living room he found that Squall had made the couch up for him to sleep on. He didn't see Squall at first but glancing out the open patio door he saw Squall leaning against the railing.

Feeling like he was being watched Squall turned and saw Seifer was now dressed and standing in the living room.

Crossing the deck he walked back into the house and closed and locked it. He smiled at Seifer and said, “I'm going to bed. Sleep well Seifer.” Then walking silently across the floor he entered his bedroom.

Seifer had actually wanted to apologize again. What was wrong with him? They were both grown men and it was bound to happen eventually that they would see each other naked. Why should it matter that Squall was gay? It shouldn't matter at all. It's not like Squall was the first guy to have ever seen him nude. That thought firmly in his mind he went and laid down on the couch.

He usually slept in the buff, but wouldn't do it until he actually had the privacy of a bedroom. Squall seeing him while he was rifling around looking for something to wear was one thing. But stringing out on the couch was entirely different.

When Squall entered his bedroom he quickly shed his robe. Throwing the comforter back he slid his hard nude body in between the black Egyptian cotton sheets. He tossed and turned and was unable to get comfortable, sitting up he punched one of pillows into submission, and then lying back down finally fell into a troubled sleep.

2:45 in the morning rolled around and Seifer's bladder woke him up. Pulling his body off the couch he stretched and walked into Squall's bedroom and stopped abruptly. His bladder went on hold as once again his balls and brain started arguing.

During the night the sheet had slipped off of Squall's body. He was sleeping on his stomach, one arm down by his side the other flung above his head. One of his long legs was stretched out straight while the other was bent at the knee, his foot resting against his thigh giving his legs the impression of a backwards figure four.

The moonlight filtered in through the curtain casting light down his sun bronzed muscular back. The dark skin ended abruptly just above his hips and exposed the fact that his ass was pearly white. A few inches below those tight little ass cheeks his legs were the same brown hue as his back. Due to the fact that when he ran he did it shirtless. All in all he looked like an Oreo cookie lying temptingly on a black plate.

Seifer's breath caught in a sharp hitch in his throat at the gorgeous body displayed before him.

“Touch him. You know you want to.” His gonads whispered to him.

“Don't listen to them they're going to get you into trouble. You are straight Seifer Almasy. S.T.R.A.I.G.H.T. Straight. You are so straight that you make uncooked spaghetti seem twisted.”

“Look at all that glorious brown skin. Is it as soft as it looks? You'll never know unless you touch him.” His testicles teased temptingly.

“You will not touch him.” His brain screamed over his raging lust.

“Seifer. Oh Seifer! I know you can hear me. He looks like an Oreo. And you want to taste that creamy white filling. Don't you?” His balls growled low and husky daring him to.

In the game of his balls versus his brain, his balls were definitely winning. Seifer stealthy crept forward and his balls started doing a happy dance.

Reaching out a trembling hand he abruptly stopped when he heard the sound of a gun being cocked.

Tearing his eyes away from Squall's tight little rear he looked up at his face and found that he was now staring down the barrel of the Dirty Harry Special that Squall had carried into the living room earlier.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing Seifer?” Squall snarled.

“Now what?” His brain sneered at his balls.

“I don't know this is your department.” They replied.

“I…I just wanted to touch you.” Seifer stuttered. Damning the fact that he had listened to his groin.

Squall un-cocked the pistol reset the safety and replaced it on his nightstand. Reaching blindly down he grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over his body. “Well don't.” Squall whispered harshly.

Seifer back peddled and went into the bathroom.

Squall shoved his head under his pillow and moaned. Inside his emotions are raging. “You know you want him to touch you. Have wanted him to touch you since you first laid eyes on that golden hunk of man flesh.”

“Shut up!” He ordered his testosterone-ridden body. Yeah he wanted Seifer Almasy to touch him, wanted it so bad that there were times he couldn't be in the same room with him without wanting to jump his bones. Like this evening when he walked into the bedroom and had seen Seifer nude, seeing all that golden warm skin and that thin trail of blond hair that led from his bellybutton down to his groin where his manhood rested in a nest of lighter blond curls. He had closed his eyes not wanting to be caught staring so blatantly.

The argument with his body continued, “He is straight. All right. Therefore he is off limits.”

“Oh yeah. If he's so straight then why was he reaching out to touch you?” His body argued.

“Because he's fucking curious.” Squall snapped back. “And I won't be used to appease that curiosity.”

Seifer came out of the bathroom and took another look at the bed. He knew that Squall was still awake. “How long have you known?”

Squall unburied his head from under the pillow, made sure that the sheet was wrapped firmly about his hips and sat up, “How long have I known what? How much a Ventai white chocolate latte with half a shot of hazelnut at Starbucks is? How much sushi is in Japan Town? That question has a lot answers Almasy.”

“No! How long have you known you're gay?”

“Since I was 10.” Squall answered honestly.

Seifer walked over and sat down on the floor, green eyes meeting blue, “How did your dad take it?”

Squall's mind clouded with the memory. It was shortly after he had come out to Fujin and he knew it was time that he told his family.

He walked into the den and saw that his father was alone. “Dad, I need to talk to you about something important.”

Laguna had looked up from his newspaper and smiled at his son, “What's that son.”

Squall walked over and sat down in the chair opposite of his father, he chewed a little on his lower lip and blurted out, “I'm gay.”

“Excuse me?” Laguna had responded.

“I'm gay. I like boys.” Squall replied.

“Impossible you're going through a phase.”

“No I'm not.”

“You're 10 years old. You don't know what you are yet. But I can tell you one thing you are not is gay. I won't allow it.”

Squall looked at Seifer and replied, “At first he wasn't okay with it. I spent three years in therapy trying to if you'll pardon the pun `straighten' me out. It probably would have continued until I was 18 but my grandfather interceded on my behalf. I don't know what he told my dad. But the sessions ended and my dad finally accepted the fact that I'm gay.”

Glancing at the clock Squall saw what time it was. He hadn't gotten into bed until a little after midnight then he had spent an hour tossing and turning. It was three freaking o'clock. God he was tired, but he saw more questions burning in Seifer's eyes. “Seifer, it's late and I'm tired. But tomorrow I will try to answer anymore questions that you have.”

Seifer's response was getting up and leaving the room. Arriving back in the living room he flung himself down on the couch. What in hell was wrong with him? He had never ever been attracted to a man before. I know its jetlag. I won't feel this way after I catch up on some much needed sleep. Yeah, that's all I need is so some sleep. Sleep deprivation could do weird things to a person. He convinced himself, before letting out a jaw-snapping yawn and quickly falling back into a trouble free sleep.

In the bedroom Squall was having more trouble going back to sleep. Damn it anyway. What the hell was he going to do? Right now the thought of just throwing on some clothes and going over to Vincent's and fucking the shit out him, just to ease the ache in his groin, was tempting. He knew that Vince would be more then willing to be the receptacle of his lust. But he knew it wouldn't do any good. He had made a promise to himself that he would never touch Vince in that way again. And like all the promises he made, he was going to keep it. Besides that's not what he wanted. What he wanted was in the next room sleeping on his couch.

He had never felt this way about any of his lovers. Never. Oh there had been physical and sexual attraction but never anything this instantaneous. Was it because he knew that Seifer was straight and therefore unobtainable that made the blond so much more desirable? No it wasn't that. He really liked Seifer Almasy. He was smart, funny, a really nice guy, and of course incredibly handsome. Turning over to his back he put his arms under his head.

If he was downright honest, he saw in Seifer someone that he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with. Squall jack-knifed up in bed. “What the fuck?” He hissed softly. I can't possible be in love with him. I don't even know him. “What in the fuck is wrong with me?” He whispered into the night.

It had been over a year since he had any physical contact with anyone. That had to be it he was just feeling touch deprived. That thought firmly in mind he lay back down turned to his side curled up and was soon in the arm's of Morpheus.