Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Sleeping arrangements ( Chapter 11 )

CHAPTER 11: Sleeping arrangements

 

After the plumber left Squall quietly entered his bedroom and saw that Seifer was asleep. He had remade the bed and was asleep on top of the comforter. He had removed his shirt and had put on the pair of sweats that he had worn the night before, his long hard golden body contrasting sharply with the stark black of the comforter.

 

Since he was asleep Squall indulged in what was quickly becoming his favorite past time. Staring! Starting at Seifer's face he memorized every angle. The golden arched brows that rested above slightly fluttering eyelids, down chiseled cheekbones and over to his nose. That was narrow at the top and just a little broader at the end. His chin had an arrogant angle to it that Squall found sexy. He let his eyes rest on those full lips that promised hedonistic pleasure.

 

Squall reluctantly tore his eyes away from Seifer's mouth and let them continue their long leisurely crawl over the rest of his body. Seifer's neck was long and led into a pair of broad shoulders. He was so ripped, with tight pecs and abs. He wanted to linger on Seifer's groin but didn't. Just that brief glance of paradise last night was all it took.

 

He was hard again but he knew his body well enough that yes he could go and take a shower and jack off again but that would only help relieve the physical side of his problem. He was one of those rare men that put his emotions into sex, even if it was good old raunchy fucking. And right now he needed the emotional as well as the physical outlet.

 

Crossing stealthy over to his dresser he pulled out a pair of sweats and went into the bathroom to change. He usually slept in the buff but knew that with Seifer Almasy in his bed he wouldn't dare take that risk. Laying down he soon fell asleep.

 

When he awoke it was well past noon and he found that Seifer was already up. Entering the living room he found that once again Seifer and his father were talking.

 

His father smiled over at him, “Good afternoon sleepy head. There's fresh coffee made.”

 

“Thanks dad.” He sniffed the air appreciatively and purred, “Dark Breakfast Blend my favorite.” Then went into the kitchen, poured a cup, and rejoined the two men in the living room.

 

“Well son as much as I enjoy your hospitality I need to head for home, and don't worry about the piano, I'm having your mother's shipped here from Monterey. And later this afternoon Movers and Shakers will be by to remove the kindling.” Laguna offered with the same lopsided smile from before, rose from the couch and gave his son a quick hug then he left the house.

 

“What time do we start tonight?” Seifer asked him. He had been up since 10:00 had showered and dressed. Not wanting to disturb Squall's sleep and not sure if Laguna was awake yet he pulled a book off the bookshelf and was going to go in the kitchen and read. But when he entered the living room he found that Laguna was awake and on the phone.

 

“Shauna darling, I'll be home later today.” He stopped briefly, “Yes your favorite stepson is okay.” Again a brief pause, “I love you too.” Then hung up. He noticed Seifer watching him. “Good morning Seifer.”

 

“Good morning Laguna.” Seifer offered.

 

“Squall still asleep?”

 

“Yes.” Seifer replied to the question.

 

“I made a fresh pot of coffee if you're interested.” Laguna said cheerfully. But cheerful was not was he was feeling. The sound of the shower had woken him up and even after just a few hours of sleep he was feeling refreshed. Going into the kitchen he saw that Squall had dumped the last of the coffee from much earlier so he sat about making a fresh pot. He noticed, that with the exception of the coffee pot and the microwave all the small appliances were missing.

 

“God damn you Benjamin.” He swore softly. Then he saw the solid oak table, which had been in the Leonhart family for the last several generations, was leaning on three legs. “That fucking son of a whore.” He swore violently. “The worst mistake I ever made was marrying that conniving bitch and adopting you.” That was his secret though and one that he hadn't shared with anyone else other then his beloved Raine and his current lovely wife, Shauna. Limping over to the table he observed what Fujin had the night before, that the table could be repaired, without deteriorating the value of it.

 

He smiled grimly praising Squall's restraint, if it had been him he would have probably just shot Ben and told the police that he had come home and thought he was an intruder and feared for his safety.

 

Pouring a cup of coffee and grabbing the phone book he returned to the living room. The first call was to his credit card companies where he had a stop put on all of Benjamin's credit cards. The next call he made was to Ward's Movers and Shakers and arranged for them to send someone out to remove what was left of the piano. He briefly told Ward what had happened. And the fact that they were life longs friends aside he requested that Ward treat Benjamin like any other employee.

 

After Laguna had left Squall turned to Seifer and smiled, “I'm going to grab a shower, then I need to go and do some shopping. You can come with or you can stay here.”

 

Seifer twisted his body trying to get his back to pop into place. “If you don't mind I think I'll stay here and take a bath. Comfortable as your couch is, I was really cramped last night.”

 

Squall gave him another smile, “That's fine.” He had fallen asleep on the couch himself a few times and even with his 5'8” frame it had been uncomfortable. He didn't want to try to imagine what it had felt like for Seifer. Lowering his eyes over the brim of his coffee cup he inhaled the heady aroma. Taking a small sip he gazed back up at Seifer.

 

“Seifer, we're both adults and I think that we can share a bed platonically until the furniture for the other bedroom is finished. And like I told you before I won't take advantage of you in your sleep.” His next look was sultry, his voice low and husky, “Besides, I want you to be awake so you can enjoy every sinful lust filled moment of it. Because I know I will.”

 

Seifer felt that oh so familiar tingling in his balls. “Oh yeah that's exactly what they wanted was for Squall to take advantage of him.”

 

“That's not going to happen. Besides he already said that he wasn't going to rape us.” His brain interjected.

 

“You can't rape the willing.” His balls replied silkily.

 

“Seifer?”

 

Squall's question snapped him out of his thoughts, “What?” He replied confused.

 

“You. Me. Bed. Sharing. Sleeping. Only.” Squall answered with a grin.

 

“Yeah sure.”

 

Squall finished his cup of coffee and left the room to get ready to go and do the shopping that he needed to.

 

Movers and Shakers arrived to remove the remnants of the piano while Squall was in the shower.

 

Exiting the bedroom Seifer saw that Squall was dressed much like he had been the day before, except he was in khaki trousers and a pale pink shirt, the pink only enhancing his dark good looks. Glancing over in the corner he saw that the piano had been removed and felt a twinge of sorrow, but quickly shook it off. He knew that his dad would be true to his word and have his mom's piano delivered to him. The same piano that he had learned to play on, the piano that was so lovingly captured in the oil painting.

 

“I'll be back in a couple of hours. There's steaks in the freezer and I thought that we could barbecue for dinner tonight.” He smiled at Seifer.

 

“Sounds great. After I get done with my bath I'll fire up the grill. Quick question. What should I wear tonight?”

 

“It doesn't matter what you wear. Every guy in the place will be hitting on you.” Squall replied honestly keeping his face void of expression, while inside he seethed with jealousy.

 

Seifer quirked a non-amused eyebrow at him, “Can't I tell them that I'm with you?” He asked seriously.

 

“No. Because then I wouldn't be able to work.” Squall answered and quickly departed.