Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ Constellocean ❯ The Cliff On Which Fate Rests, Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Cliff moved his hands further up Fayt's back as he leaned in for another kiss. Fayt panicked and shoved the man away from him. “What?” Cliff asked.

 

Fayt shyly rubbed his elbows. “I'm just… not ready for his yet,” he explained, feeling utterly embarrassed.

 

Cliff smiled warmly at the boy and nodded. He kissed Fayt's lips, then told him, “Well, I won't force it on ya.” As he got up to retrieve his shirt, he was suddenly jerked back onto Fayt's bed by a belt loop.

 

“Wait,” Fayt pleaded, “That's a lie, and I don't know why I said it.”

 

“Wutt'y'a mean?” Cliff asked, scooting closer to his new lover.

Fayt lightly sighed as he rubbed his elbow again. He explained, “I told you that I'm not ready when—really—it's what I've dreamt about for so long.” He took Cliff by the hand and self-corrected, “I am ready for this, Cliff. Now that we're together, I have no reason to be scared.” Cliff stared at Fayt for a brief while. “What?” Fayt asked in the midst.

 

“Are you sure?” Cliff asked with all-seriousness, “Once I-uh… `take your v-card,' you ain't gettin' it back.” Fayt glared at Cliff as though he was stupid. “What?” the man asked.

 

“Duh, Cliff!” Fayt exclaimed, hitting his forehead with his palm, “I AM in college, ya' know! I know that `having sex for the first time' means `losing my virginity,' but that's why I want to do it with you.”

 

Cliff smiled at the boy, reaching to touch the adorable face before him. Fayt put a hand on Cliff's and smiled back. “Alright,” Cliff surrendered, “Just promise you'll tell me if it's too much for you.” Fayt nodded. Cliff nodded back. While slipping his hands up the back of Fayt's shirt, he heard the boy's low moan of pleasure. Cliff could feel himself stiffening to the sexually arousing sound of his younger lover's excitement.

 

“Come on, Cliff,” Fayt urged the blond man, “I need you.”

 

A smirk grew on Cliff's face just before he unzipped Fayt's vest with his teeth and tore it off of the boy's body. The pectorals and abdomen of less age seemed enticing to him. Cliff cocked an eyebrow when he noticed Fayt's naked lower body. I KNEW you'd hafta beat off!” he teased the lad.

 

Blushing with embarrassment, Fayt turned away and stuttered, “Sh-shut up!”

 

Cliff laughed, mounting the bed and hovering over Fayt. “Ay! It's alright,” he said in a friendly, almost chipper tone, “It's not like a mind.”

 

Fayt laughed along, though shyly. He loved Cliff's body. With a hot, shirtless stud holding his own weight directly above him, why WOULDN'T he be hard? Pure testosterone caused the 212 pounds of rippling muscle to secrete tiny beads of sweat from their held push-up position. Fayt's heart raced as the hot mass descended onto his slimmer body. For a while, he couldn't believe that he had Cliff—looking extremely good in only his tight, black, leather fighter pants—on top of him.

 

“You positive?” Cliff asked with his face just before Fayt's.

 

“Cliff—!”

 

“Alright! Never mind!”

 

Fayt savored the unparalleled taste of Cliff's lips in an amazing kiss. He moaned into it, pulling the man closer to him by the second. Cliff moved his body down Fayt's, tasting every inch of the boy's skin. Fayt's arms generated hundreds of goosebumps as the warm tongue surfed down his abs. “A-ah… Cliff!” he whined, subconsciously holding Cliff's head down, despite it not being as if the man was going to pull away at that point anyway. Fayt further tensed up as Cliff moved further down. Tears and sweat rolled down his face. He gasped to the wet warmth of the man's tongue as it lifted his erection. {He's so GOOD!} Fayt thought, {It's like… he's… done this before…} He suddenly felt discouraged.

 

Lifting his head and leaving the dick to stand on its own, Cliff asked his mate, “How ya likin' THAT?” Fayt had almost forgotten to release his breath after his gasp; he replied to his elder mate's question with an unexpectedly sharp moan, which compensated for seriously needed exhalation. “Heh—I thought so!” the man laughed.

 

“Hey… Cliff?” Fayt mumbled.

 

“Mm?”

 

{Do I… really want to know if he's done this before?} Fayt mentally asked himself as his vision of the wooden ceiling blurred from the power of his wonder, {If he has… I just KNOW that I'll be hurt… but… I really want to know if I'm Cliff's first lover. Am I the most special one to him?}

 

“Fayt? Baby, are you alright?” Cliff asked.

 

Fayt immediately snapped out of his wonder and regained his visual focus, shifting it to Cliff. “What?!?” he responded with much surprise from the man's question.

 

Cliff asked again, “Are you alri—?”

 

“—What did you call me?”

 

Cliff just stared confusedly at his boy lover, but was able to repeat, “`Baby…?'” Fayt got lost in his lengthy stare at his heartthrob. “What?” Cliff asked, getting a bit freaked out by Fayt's several strange reactions.

 

Fayt decided to directly approach the subject… indirectly; rather than asking Cliff if he was his first lover, he asked, “How are you so good at this?” {You must've done this before!} he thought strategically, {There's no other reason!}

 

Cliff shrugged his right shoulder with a cool look on his face. “I'da'know,” he answered, mentally losing his little one. (Awww!) He moved his body back up and kissed the boy's lips, smiling afterward. “Really, I've just been chronologically following my fantasies—well, the ones I can remember from a week ago, anyway.”

 

{Damn it! He had a different reason!} Fayt sighed. {Oh well. It's not like I WANTED him to have had a lover before me, OR have done someone before me.}

 

“Why'd you ask?” Cliff questioned.

 

Fayt laughed, feeling stupid and embarrassed. “I thought you might've done this with someone before me,” he answered. Cliff froze with a hauntingly blank stare cast at Fayt. Seeing this, Fayt also froze, mimicking Cliff's eyes. {Wait… Don't tell me…!}

 

“Uh, actually…” Cliff cautiously corrected, “Well, how do say…? That childhood chick-friend of yours might know how I do…”

 

Fayt remained dead-silent for the duration in which he stared his utter shock. A bird—normal in appearance, though unknown of a species to non-Elicoorians—perched upon the nearby windowpane. The poor creature had nearly panicked out of its feathers as a result of Fayt's indignation, which he'd made known to all of Arias with the stentorian and abrupt yelling of, “YOU SCREWED SOPHIA!?!” Cliff was grateful that nobody was able to make out the shouted words from outside of the mansion, however, he feared the possibility of gossip amongst the members of the Crimson Blade downstairs. He was EXTREMELY grateful that…

 

“I'm just kidding! Ha ha—jeez!” With a scowl upon his face, Fayt released his increased indignation on Cliff's shoulder in the form of an adrenaline-powered punch. “OW!” the thought-to-be-tough Klausian burst, rubbing the struck shoulder with his opposite hand, “DAMN, kid, YOU hit HARD—!”

 

“—DON'T PULL THAT B.S. ON ME EVER AGAIN! THAT'S THE SECOND TIME YOU'VE PLAYED A MESSED-UP JOKE ON ME!”

 

Cliff was taken FAR aback by Fayt's reaction. “Wait! What was the FIRST joke?”

 

Fayt glared spite at his lover, then answered with the quote, “`Saving the best for last!'”

 

“Oh…”

 

“Why'd you have to make me all depressed for so long, but then tell me that you love me at the weirdest time? Why couldn't you have told me back at the entrance to Airyglyph?”

 

Cliff felt bad for having tormented the young Leingod. He was just as in love with Fayt as Fayt was with him. Therein lies the reason for his actions. Sucking up his shame, Cliff got up, walked around to the other side of the bed, and sat, facing away from Fayt. This made Fayt feel bad about even bringing up the subject. However, he NEEDED to know. His budding relationship with the mature jock depended on the answer; he was smart enough to know what a toxic relationship was, and so he knew not to be with Cliff if he continued to joke around and play “heartbreaker/sex healer.”

 

Cliff sighed heavily, thought for a bit, and then confessed, “Same reason as you, baby… I was afraid…”

 

“Whoa!” Fayt exclaimed, overreacting by throwing his hands up as if he was exaggerating on seeing a ghost or telling someone who'd just threatened him, “Oooo, I'm so scared.” {No WAY Cliff would be scared of something like that! With that Klausian pride and whatnot, I can't imagine him being afraid of rejection from a 17-year-younger guy!}

 

“It's true!” Cliff barked, blushing, much to Fayt's surprise. Fayt couldn't bring himself to think about “Klausian pride;” his man was obviously extremely hurt and embarrassed by the memories of his fear of rejection. “You… really ARE my first lover, Fayt,” he told the boy, turning around, “It's hard for anyone to profess their love for another for the first time—I mean, unless you're EXTREMELY social, so you got friends who can easily heal the pain of rejection.”

 

“But… you've got Sophia, Maria, Nel, Albel…” Fayt gave himself a weird look. “Okay, scratch Albel out, but—”

 

“—They don't know I'm into you, Fayt,” Cliff interrupted, “If I turned to them, it'd be too much of a surprise to them to think of what to say.”

 

Fayt twisted his face with doubt and responded, “I don't think so, but what about Mirage?”

 

“SHE doesn't even know!”

 

Fayt sighed. “Wellll…”

 

Before the boy could think of another idea, Cliff stated, “Listen: YOU already know that I'm feelin' ya, so that doesn't matter anymore. The POINT is that, no matter WHO you are, WHAT planet you're from, or WHOEVER else knows whomever you like, first professions are always difficult. After bein' single for 36 years, it's even more difficult. When you're a 36-year-old, always-been-single Klausian, and you have a gay crush on a kid with a 17-year age difference from yours, you don't know WHAT he'll think if you tell him you want him. It's especially worse that he's surrounded by ladies in his peer group…!” A tear rolling down Cliff's came to Fayt's attention, but the man disregarded it and continued. “When ALL'a that is put together AND you're stranded on an underdeveloped planet, protecting him from the entire Vendeeni space military AS WELL AS the possibility of any slip of information regarding his powers or his memories or their manifestation…!” Fayt grew concerned when he realized the emotional wavering of his tough guy's voice. When he reached out to interlock fingers with Cliff, though, he was grabbed tightly by his shoulders. “When you're protecting someone who has the power to save the 3D universe while disregarding his powers or whatever happens because you only care about HIS actual safety, and you tell him to stay away from a girl just cuz' she's a Klausian, sayin' that she can kick his ass, just so he doesn't fall for her, and you lie by calling another girl a `hot chick' in hopes that he thinks that you're into her, that ALSO just to keep him away from someone else…!” Another tear rolled down Cliff's face. Fayt couldn't stand seeing his man so emotional over something so trivial. “When you don't say that the leader of your organization is a girl… THAT ALSO to keep him away from someone—!”

 

“—Cliff, STOP!” Fayt immediately sealed Cliff's lips with his. Steadily, Cliff's emotional excitement settled down, but when the kiss was broken, he brought Fayt into a hug and continued to cry on his shoulder. “I never knew you could get so emotional,” he commented.

 

“I'm sorry, Fayt!” Cliff wept, unintentionally changing the subject, “I was torturing you, and I wasn't tryin' to! I would never intentionally hurt you! Ever since we met on that other old hunk o' rock, I've had feelings for you. Over time, they've gotten stronger. We were in that Vanilla guys house when I had my first sexual fantasy of us two. It was the natural hot spring that set it all up for me. I'll never forget it. It was so hard to keep my feelings from you, but I'm glad that you know now.”

 

Fayt nuzzled into Cliff's neck and lightly sobbed, “I love you so much, Cliff.”

 

Cliff reflected, “I so love you, too, Fayt,” though his statement was muffled, since he continued to cry on his boy lover's shoulder.

 

“Maybe… it's my turn to sexually heal you,” Fayt suggested, sneakily latching onto Cliff's belt loops and lightly pulling down.

 

With a pacifying sniff and slight smile, Cliff wiped his tears away and nodded. “Ah'right,” he said, “Let me feel what you've got.”