Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Barbecued banana cream pie ( Chapter 20 )

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CHAPTER 20: Barbecued banana cream pie

“Come on Strife, and I'll show how to make my famous barbecue sauce.” Seifer said and grabbed the bags that Squall had sat down.

“Seif, there's more in the car.” Squall said from the front door as he watched the moving men move the piano.

Seifer sat the bags down in the kitchen and went to the garage to retrieve the rest of the groceries while he was there he switched over laundry.

When Seifer got back into the house he saw that the movers had finally gotten the piano moved and situated in the little alcove where the one that had been destroyed had originally sat. He smiled fondly, when Squall opened it and removed the packing mats that had been placed over the wires. He had to stand on tiptoe to reach some of them which caused the shorts that he was wearing to ride up just a little, exposing part of his white flesh.

Continuing to smile he moved into the kitchen where he found Cloud rolling around on the floor laughing.

“What's so funny?” Seifer asked.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Cloud managed to pull himself to his feet and held up two boxes of condoms. “So are these put in the spice rack or with the condom…ents?” And whooped with laughter again.

Seifer smirked at him and chuckled, “Actually I think they go with the party supplies.” Which caused Cloud to laugh even harder.

“Well it must be one hell of a party planned, since there are two large boxes of them. Unfortunately I can't `come' I already have plans.” Cloud managed to get out past the guffaws that were pouring from his mouth.

Seifer sat the bags down on counter and grabbed the condoms from Cloud. “Give those here Blondie.” Then started to leave the room.

“Hey Texas, you don't want to forget this.” Cloud snickered and tossed him the tube of lube, which Seifer easily caught.

Walking into the living room he was still laughing. Squall looked up from where he had just sat down in front of the piano. “What's so funny Seif?”

“Party favors.” Seifer replied and carried the condoms and lubricant into the bedroom and put them in the nightstand on his side of the bed.

Walking back out he stopped and looked at his sexy brunet, whose eyes were closed and his long elegant fingers were placed on the keys. “What are you doing Sweet Cheeks?”

“I need to make sure that it doesn't need to be tuned.” Squall replied and starting at one end of the keyboard proceeded to strike keys one at a time. Hitting a sour note he grimaced, “Hey Seif could you tell Cloud that I need him please.”

“Sure.” Seifer answered and continued into the kitchen where he found that Cloud had put away the rest of the groceries. “The cooking lesson is going to have to wait Squall needs you.”

“Okay.” Cloud answered. When he arrived back in the other room he saw that Squall had a variety of tuning tools out. “What can I do to help?”

“Start here.” Squall pointed at one of the keys, “Once I get this adjusted strike it again so I can see if the tone is pure or not. Leaning into the piano he started the tedious process of retuning it.

Seifer exited the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, Squall was bent over the piano again. The cutoffs had risen even higher so that the edge of his tight little cheeks poked out. Shaking it off he walked by and gave Squall a swat on his upturned ass.

Squall knew it wasn't Cloud, so he looked over his shoulder and smiled at Seifer, “Behave.”

“You take all the fun out of life.” Seifer pouted. He went outside and fired up the grill. Coming back in he saw that Squall was out of the innards of the baby grand and trying to pull the shorts down in the back. Walking over to him Seifer grabbed him around the waist, pulled him close and whispered in his ear, “I found the Oreo's. But I prefer your creamy filling baby.” Nibbling on Squall's earlobe, he ran his hands over that tight derrière and tugged the fabric down in the back. “I need to go and check my sauce.”

Cloud rose from the bench to let Squall sat down again, “Are you going to play?”

“A little.”

Cloud walked over to the couch and sat down, “I always loved listening to you play Heartbreaker.”

Placing his fingers on the keys Squall started playing the rich tone of the piano soon filled the quiet house.

Seifer was on his way out of the kitchen with cups of coffee for them and stopped at the door. Looking over at Squall he was mesmerized. God he was beautiful, sitting there his long elegant fingers dancing across the keys. He was bathed in the natural light flowing in from the patio door and even though he was dressed in black cut-offs and a black tank top he looked like an angel. Breaking himself from the trance he carried the cups over and placed them on the coffee table, adding a coaster for the cup he had brought out for Squall.

“He's fantastic isn't he?” Cloud whispered.

“Yes.” Seifer replied just as softly, not wanting to speak to loud for fear of breaking the magical spell.

Finishing the song Squall turned on the bench and smiled over at the two blonds, pulled his lean frame up and strolled over to the couch and sat down between them, where he rested his hand on Seifer's knee. “What time do you need to start the chicken? It's almost 1:00.” He smiled at his lover and unable to restrain himself kissed him long and deep. He knew that Cloud would understand, hell the first six months they were together they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

“Ummm, in about 15 more minutes.” Seifer replied and kissed him in return.

Squall broke the kiss and picked up his coffee cup and took a swallow, then pulled off the couch. “As much as I would like to sit here I do have things that need to be done in the kitchen.” Still holding his cup he stood and walked towards the aforementioned room. Shrugging their shoulders simultaneously Seifer and Cloud rose and followed him.

Entering the kitchen they found Squall washing several ears of corn on the cob. On the counter beside him were two heads of lettuce, tomatoes, and a variety of other vegetables to make a salad.

“Cloud, make yourself useful and start pulling lettuce.” Squall ordered.

Seifer went over to the stove and dipped a spoon in the barbecue sauce that was simmering there, grabbing a clean spoon he dipped it and carried it over to Squall, “Here babe taste this and tell me what you think.”

Squall turned and took the spoon and licked the sauce from it, getting just a little on his upper lip. “Yummy that is really good.” He went to lick the sauce off his lip but was stopped when Seifer grasped his chin and did the job himself.

“Ummm, I think I prefer it with just that little hint of honey.” He said in a low growl then put both spoons in the dishwasher. “Are you almost done I need to use the sink.”

“Yes give me just a few more minutes.” Squall replied and placed another ear of corn in the colander.

“Squall, I'm done with the lettuce, what now?”

“Do you remember how I showed you to dice tomatoes?” At the affirmative nod Squall continued, “Good, after you get done with those, slice cucumbers and carrots.”

After Squall was done at the sink Seifer grabbed the chicken out of the refrigerator and washed it off. Patting it dry with paper towels he placed it on waxed paper and seasoned it with just a little salt, pepper, and garlic. Finishing that he transferred the mound of chicken to a plate and started to carry it outside. Pausing at the door he said, “Hey Sweet Cheeks, could you grab the sauce and a barbecue brush for me?”

“Sure thing. Tongs or a Barbecue fork?” Squall grinned.

“Tongs.” Seifer replied over his shoulder.

“Cloud after I get these taken out to Seif, I'm going to need your help again.” Squall smiled at him.

An hour later everything was close to be ready. Squall and Cloud had gone out to the garage where they had got a long folding table and chairs and had set it up in the kitchen. After they had carried the oak table out to the garage Squall briefly told him about the party and the damage that Ben had caused. The corn was almost done and table was set Cloud had pulled a variety of salad dressing out of the refrigerator and put them on the table along with the salt and peppershakers.

The doorbell rang and Squall went to answer it, it was Vincent and an older gentleman who looked like he had seen The Godfather one to many times.

“Squall, this is my father Angelo Valentinius, dad, Squall Leonhart.”

“Mr. Valentinius, it's nice to meet you.” Squall held out his hand.

Angelo grasped it firmly and was secretly amazed that this elegant looking young man actually had a nice firm handshake. “Please call me Angelo.” He greeted.

“Very well Angelo then.” Squall replied with a smile. He led them into the kitchen and asked if they wanted anything to drink and served them the requested beverages. The doorbell rang again. “Excuse me please.” He said and left the kitchen.

Out on the deck Seifer had just removed the last of the chicken from the grill and was carrying it into the house. When Squall opened the door and both men saw that it was Zell.

“Hey Squall, hey Seifer.” He greeted. Squall went to close the door but was stopped when Zell spoke again, “Oh there's more people coming up.”

Seifer walked into the kitchen and put the plate of chicken down on the table. His impression of Angelo was the same as Squall's. He saw that Cloud was draining the corn on the cob and decided to offer to help him. Grabbing a platter he carried it over to the spiky haired blond.

Cloud whispered, “Seifer, can you say Mafioso? I know you can.” Which brought a snort of laughter from the two blonds.

Squall held the kitchen door open and admitted Zell, Chris, Connie, and Fujin.

“Cloud! What are you doing here? I thought you were on tour.” Fujin said joyfully and ran across the room and embraced him.

“Fuji, it's good to see you again you exotic beauty. When are you going to run away with me?” Cloud replied and hugged her back giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

Fujin replied pertly, “When you turn straight.” Looping friendly arms around each other they walked over to the table.

“Where are Jamie and Lucas?” Squall asked Connie as he took the two pies from her and put them in the fridge.

Connie smiled at him, “Chris has vacation time coming up in a few days. Mom and dad decided that he and I need a second honeymoon. So they took the kids to give us that.”

“That's right you have an anniversary coming up on Monday right?” Squall smiled at her and gave her a quick hug.

“Yes. Eight years.” She replied with a smile.

“Come on Heartbreaker let's eat.” Cloud called from the table.

Sitting down at the table, plates were quickly filled, it was Cloud that noticed that Zell was sulky.

“What's wrong?”

“There aren't any hotdogs.” Zell whined. Which caused Cloud to smirk.

“What? You don't like hotdogs either?”

“If I want something round and fleshy in my mouth I prefer a co…”

“Cloud! We are in mixed company.” Squall interrupted him.

Cloud blushed and said, “My bad.”

Nobody bothered to mention the fact that they were in mixed company last night at the club when Squall had been so blunt with Rinoa.

After they had finished with the late lunch Connie stood up from the table so she could get the two pies she had brought.

“Connie let me do that, you are a guest.” Squall said and started to rise.

“It's okay honey I don't mind, besides Chris will help me.” Connie waved him back in his seat.

Chris grabbed dessert plates and forks while Connie cut the pie into sections. She had Chris carry the slices over and hand them out to people. Giving Chris his and her pieces, she glanced quickly over at the table to make sure that Squall couldn't see what she was doing and since his back was to her that worked to her advantage.

Chris had explained to her on the way home about the banana comment and she had blushed, but she had a really great sense of humor and knew that Squall had one too so he would appreciate the jest.

Taking the whole banana out of her purse she placed it on the last dessert plate and carried it over and placed it in front of Squall, who upon looking down whooped with laughter, which drew everyone's attention. Seifer, Chris, and Fujin' laughter joined Squall's when they saw what was lying on his plate.

The laughter only got harder when Connie innocently said, “But Squall I thought you liked your banana's whole.”

Angelo, Vincent, Cloud and Zell all wore the same confused look, “Are we missing something?” Zell asked.

Chris sobered a little and said, “If you really want to know you need to take his class at Berkley: C…”

“Christopher.” Connie said sharply.

Zell was even more confused and he said in bewilderment, “Squall, I didn't know you were teaching a class at Berkley.” Which resulted in more laughter.

“Oh god! Oh god! Please stop or I'm going to pee myself.” Fujin gasped out and quickly pushed away from the table and went running for the bathroom.

“Okay Heartbreaker spill. What's so funny about banana's?” Cloud asked as Squall picked up the piece of fruit and started to peel it.

“Inside joke.” Squall answered.

During lunch Angelo had remained quiet, he answered questions that were asked of him, but other then that he spent most of his time observing Squall Leonhart. He was a good judge of people, and in the younger man he saw someone who was highly intelligent. He was also charming and funny. And he liked him. He really didn't know Squall but he wanted to kick his son's ass for being unfaithful to him.

“Excuse me Squall, I hate to interrupt but Vincent and I need to speak with you. Is there somewhere we do it in private?” Angelo asked.

Squall quirked an eyebrow at Vincent and pushed away from the table. Pausing to give Seifer a quick kiss. He departed the room with Angelo and Vincent following him out to the deck.

Squall closed the sliding glass door and turned to the two men across from him, “Okay Vincent what's going on?”

Vincent told him about the visit he had received and all the questions that had been asked him concerning Squall. “Squall, I'm sorry. But this guy is a freak and he was going to keep digging until he found out everything about you. So I told him that you were in organized crime.”

“You did what?” Squall shouted. “Jesus Christ Vincent! If that fell into the wrong hands I can kiss my career goodbye.” Squall started pacing back and forth across the deck.

“Squall I was only trying to help. Would you have preferred he found out that you're a cop?” Vincent offered as apology. “Squall, he's obsessed with you. He has ways of finding out about people, and he would have found out. I thought that if I told him that you were with the mob it would scare him the fuck off, but it didn't, and I'm sorry.”

Squall stopped pacing and walked over to Vincent and grabbed his face, “You're an idiot. You know that? A beautiful idiot.” Letting out a long exasperated breath he continued, “So how are you going to explain to him when he comes back to you and says that I have no affiliation with any of the major crime families?”

“You do now.” Angelo said.

“What?”

“Vincent called me and asked me to do him a favor and I said I would.” Angelo replied.

“And how much is this favor going to wind up costing me?” Squall asked in a tight voice.

“Squall, Mr. Leonhart in 30 years Vincent has never asked me for anything. He told me about you and I said that I would do this.” Angelo explained. “I have contacted my associates and if anyone ask you are my nephew Michelangelo Squall Leonhart-Valentinius.”

“Squall, I really am sorry. But Se…”

“No, don't tell me his name quite yet.”

“Why not? Don't you want to know who you're dealing with?” Angelo asked.

“Yes. I do. But I'm going to enjoy fucking with him first.” Squall replied malevolently, silver blue eyes flashing.

“What are you up to Squall?” Vincent questioned.

“The less you know the better. But make sure that you're at the club tonight.” Squall grinned.