Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Testilogical ( Chapter 12 )

CHAPTER 12: Testilogical

 

Definition: Testilogical when your testicles are smarter then your brain.

 

After Squall left Seifer went into the master bathroom and ran a tub of hot water. Stripping off his sweats he sank into the warm depths leaned back against the edge of the tub and relaxed. Different thought assailed him. He hadn't lied to Squall when he had told him that he had been with more women then he cared to remember. He had lost his virginity when he was 13 and had been going strong ever since then.

 

In high school he knew he had the reputation of being a player. If he would have been born a woman instead of a man he knew that it wouldn't have been player but slut. College? He was Mr. Football Hero and god he couldn't keep the girls off of him. Not that he minded at the time. Later in the Academy he had slowed down for a while, but after he graduated from there he continued where he had left off.

 

God he needed to get laid. After work tonight he was going to make up an excuse and blow Squall off go to the nearest bar find a woman go back to her place and give her some Almasy action. Yes that's exactly what he was going to do. Then all the sexual thoughts that he was having about Squall Leonhart would be vanquished.

 

His brain cheered, it would show that annoying pain in the crotch who was boss.

 

His balls jeered, “That's what you think?”

 

“And what is that supposed to mean? I am not gay. I won't allow it. If I were to even consider it, it would make me less of a man.” His brain said contemptuously.

 

“Now you're sounding like you're old man.” His balls interjected.

 

“Don't you ever compare me to that homophobic bigoted asshole again.” His brain ordered

 

“Why not you're sounding just like him.” His balls replied logically.

 

“I am nothing like him.”

 

“Then what are you afraid of? Squall already said that he wouldn't take advantage of us.” His testicles sighed dramatically. “Mores the pity. But you've seen how he looks at us. All we need to do is prance around naked in front of him.”

 

“What do you think Squall is so sex starved that he's going to jump on us?” His brain argued.

 

“Yes. All we have to do is flash some skin and he'll be all over us.”

 

“Don't you say that about him.” His brain seethed.

 

“Oh! So now you're defending him?”

 

“Yes. No. I don't know. What I do know is that he has feelings and I won't use him to figure out if I'm gay or not.” His brain said with finality.

 

Seifer sat up in the tub. “What in hell am I going to do? I have never felt this way about anyone before.” What was there about Squall that he found so irresistible? He was too god damn sexy for his own good. He would have never thought that a man would look good in pink, but Squall pulled it off. Of course so far everything he had seen Squall wear he looked damn good in. Personally he preferred his pajamas or lack thereof.

 

Sinking back into the warm depths of the bath he seriously contemplated the situation that he was in. He thought about maybe borrowing the money from his father, he nixed that idea down in less then a heartbeat. Perhaps he could borrow the money from Squall. But that would lead to questions that he really wasn't prepared to answer yet. Besides he was afraid of the sadness and hurt that he would see in those amazing eyes. Afraid of the pain that would cross those exquisite features, afraid that he would lose someone who had so quickly became his best friend.

 

How in the hell could he tell Squall that he was attracted to him, what would his response would be?

 

Once again his brain added its two cents worth, “Why Seifer. I'm flattered, lets fuck.”

 

His testicles reply was, “And what would be so bad about that?”

 

Before his brain could answer his heart did, “You are so stupid! Why don't you two try working together? Why should it matter if he's a man? Do you like him?”

 

There was no answer from either one of Seifer's heads.

 

“I'm waiting.” His heart probed impatiently.

 

“Yes.” Both replied.

 

“You know that Squall likes us, so why don't we wait and see what happens? Then we can take it from there. In ways you are both right. He does have feelings and his feelings matter and there is no denial that there is a definite sexual attraction.” His heart thumped out. “Squall has a good heart. He doesn't know us from the man-in-the-moon yet he invited us to live in his house. Spent astronomical amounts of money on us and hasn't ask for one thing in return. Yes he has made innuendos, and a few choice remarks, but he's also been the perfect gentleman.”

 

Seifer sat back up in the tub and smiled. He felt better. All thoughts of moving out had been vanquished. He would give it time and see where it went. Rising from the now tepid water he quickly dried off and slipped into the cutoffs and tank top that he had brought in with him. Draining the tub he quickly rinsed it out so it would be clean if Squall wanted to take a bath later.

 

Entering the living room he was startled by the sound of the doorbell chiming. Going over he peeked out through the peephole and saw that there were two deliverymen standing on the porch with four medium size boxes. Without opening the door he asked, “Can I help you?”

 

“Yeah we're here to deliver new stereo speakers for Mr. Leonhart.” One of the men replied.

 

Seifer opened the door and admitted the two men. Within half an hour they had the new speakers set up and the old ones carted away. One of them said, “We just need your signature.”

 

Seifer signed the paperwork and after the men had departed he went over and looked through the collection of CDS that Squall had, making several different selections and put them in the player.

Going into the kitchen he saw that Squall had set out the steaks that he was going to grill for dinner. Hell it had been along time since he had filet mignon. Raiding the fridge he made himself a sandwich and went out to the deck and set up the barbecue, he knew that if he fired the briquettes up now that they would be the perfect temperature for grilling the steaks once Squall got home.

 

Entering the kitchen again he found some nice potatoes and rolled them in aluminum foil carrying the spuds outside he buried them in the coals.

 

Wanting another cup of coffee or something cold to drink he made another trip into the kitchen. Crossing over to the fridge, he pulled out one of the bottles of water. Curiosity prompted him to open the crisper drawer where he found a variety of vegetables. He made the quick decision that he would make a salad to go with dinner. Muttering under his breath about Squall and his bunny food.

 

Remembering the steaks he had seen he bit back a snort of laughter, “Yeah some rabbit food. How many bunny's actually ate meat?”

 

He chuckled outright Bugs Bunny did not count. “Why yes I would just love a duck dinner.” He did a perfect imitation of Bugs in that one cartoon where he dressed up like the lady hunter and flirted with Elmer Fudd.

 

After he finished making the salad he put it back in the fridge to keep cool and walked back out to the deck.

 

Seifer was so intent on gazing out over the bay and singing along with the Beach Boys that he didn't hear Squall come in.

 

Squall had spent a semi-pleasant afternoon shopping. He had stopped by Awesome Audio and bought new speakers for his stereo. Finding that deliveries were slow that day he paid the extra to have them delivered and setup for him.

 

His next stop was The Insane Chef, where he replaced his Cuisinart, blender, can-opener, toaster and Kitchen Aide mixer.

 

His final stop was at the market where he picked up just a few essential items. The rest of his grocery shopping could wait until he had more time. Now he needed to get home, fix dinner, and get ready for work. He knew that his contact frequented Club Surge, but the nights that he was there varied. So for the next several weeks, like it or not he was going clubbing.

 

When he arrived home he quickly unloaded the car sitting the bags in the doorway. Carrying the bags further into the house he saw that Seifer was standing outside on the deck and he could hear him singing. Taking the groceries into the kitchen he quickly put them away and smiled at the thoughtfulness that Seifer had made a salad.

 

Removing the steaks from the wrapper he butterfly cut and seasoned them. Placing them on a plate he carried them outside to the deck, his rich mellow tenor blending with Seifer's husky bass to sing, “Little Deuce Coop”.

 

Seifer turned at the sound of the added voice and saw Squall standing there with the steaks prepped and ready to throw on the grill. Hearing Squall sing along with him was a shock, “You like the Beach Boys?”

 

“Puh lease, I'm a Cali boy. Of course I like the Beach Boys.” Then unable to resist he played the stereotypical California airhead to the hilt, “Like oh my god! Like they are so totally awesome dude. And it's totally like a law or something like you know.” Unable to keep a straight face Squall started laughing.

 

Seifer threw back his golden head and laughed as well, “You are one funny guy Squall Leonhart.” He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed so much.

 

“How do you like yours done Seifer?” Squall asked him a slight tinge of pink high on his cheekbones.

 

“Medium. Would you like me grab plates?” He offered.

 

“Thanks.” Squall replied as he threw one of the steaks on the grill.

 

When Seifer returned he had not only grabbed plates and flatware for them but also the salad that he had made. “I need to go get butter and sour cream for the potatoes and dressing for the salad. Can I bring you anything to drink?”

 

“A bottle of water please.”

 

Seifer made another quick trek into the kitchen where he grabbed the last of the things that they would need for dinner.

 

Arriving back to the deck he saw Squall turn the one steak over and toss the other one on. Taking the tongs he skillfully removed the potatoes from the briquettes and placed them on the plates that Seifer had brought out. Glancing up he grinned and said, “The steaks should be done in about five more minutes.

 

After the meat was done they sat out on the deck and ate, once more engaging in friendly conversation.

 

Seifer cut into his steak and found that it was done perfectly, taking a bite he found that this was one of the best steaks that he had ever eaten. “I think you missed your calling Squall. You should be a chef.”

 

Squall chuckled, “I'm not temperamental or arrogant enough.”

 

Seifer snorted with laughter and shook his head in bemusement and offered, “All right maybe a stand up comic.” He had been wrestling with his thoughts for the greater part of the afternoon. Maybe he should just bite the bullet and tell Squall how he was feeling about him.

 

“Uh, Squall?” He started.

 

“Yes?”

 

Letting out a deep breath he continued, “I like you.”

 

“I like you too Seifer.” Squall replied with a soft smile.

 

“I mean I `like' you.”

 

“I knew what you meant Seifer.” Squall responded. Inside his emotions were in turmoil. Shit! What in the hell was he going to do? He knew that right now Seifer was just confused, and there was no way that he was going to take advantage of that. Unlike some members of the community he did not believe that inside every straight person was a homosexual just screaming to come out of the closet. He also knew that Seifer had probably never been exposed to many gay people before and if he had they more likely then not been so blatantly obvious about their sexual preferences. Fuck.

 

He gazed across the table at Seifer and for a brief moment lost his ability to speak. The sun had started to sit across the bay and was painting the handsome blond in a riot of beautiful colors, the oranges, pinks, and purples danced over his golden brown skin and highlighted his short spiky blond hair. “Seifer, I really like you too. But right now, I want us to be friends and if something grows from that then that will be great. If it doesn't I don't want anything to destroy the friendship that you and I have. So let's give it time.” His response was straightforward and honest his tone gentle but firm.

 

“Okay.” Was all Seifer could say. He had seen a brief moment of pain flash in Squall's eyes and wondered who had hurt him so badly. “Who was it?”

 

“Who was who?”

 

“Who hurt you so badly Squall?”

 

“Vincent.” He answered.

 

“Okay. I know that Valentine was unfaithful to you. What else did he do to you Squall?” Seifer liked Vincent Valentine less and less with each passing moment.

 

“When Vincent and I first got together it was just guts and gonads. God Seifer you've seen him. He's gorgeous. We knew each other for all of about 4 hours and I took him to bed. He's been the only one of my lovers that I hopped into bed with after just a brief acquaintance. For the first three months that we were together all we did was fuck, and the sex was amazing.” Squall paused and looked at Seifer wanting to judge his reaction before he continued.

 

When there was no sign of disgust on Seifer's handsome face he continued. “After that initial three months we actually started talking and found that we had some of the same interest and some things in common. So we decided to try and build a relationship. I really cared for him and I thought he felt the same way about me, but I was sorely mistaken. I made a promise to myself. Actually it was two, the first was that Vincent and I would never be lovers again.”

 

“And the second?”

 

“That I would get to know my next lover before anything physical happened between us.” Squall smiled across the table at him, “I really do like you Seif. Just please give me a little more time.” Glancing down at his watch he saw that it was quickly approaching 6:00 and the club opened at 7:00. “Shit. I have to get ready. Seif could I get you to put this stuff away for me please.”

 

“Sure. So what should I wear?” Seifer replied and started picking up the dirty plates.

 

“Tight jeans, muscle shirt and cowboy boots.” Squall replied over his shoulder, he hadn't realized that it had gotten so late. Usually when he went out it didn't take him that long to get ready. But tonight he was going to Club Surge, a place that he had never been before, but had heard stories about it from some of his friends.