Invisible Ink

Okay, I thought this chapter was less porny, but I was wrong. XD Granted, it’s not full out buttsecks, but there’s um… stuff. Yes, stuff. So enjoy said… stuff. :)
~Cid

Chapter Thirteen

It was mostly dark when Vincent awoke. He slowly opened his eyes, a pang of hunger jolting his stomach. Well, he knew why he had woken up. He lifted his head, looking around. When his eyes landed on Cid, still sound asleep and breathing deeply, he smiled. It was a wonder to him that something so simple could make the blond so appealing.

Ignoring his hunger, he stayed where he was, watching Cid sleep. It occurred to him that he may just be overreacting, but Cid made him happy. He hadn’t been this happy with a person in years, and he wanted to hold onto it, at least for a little while.

Still deep asleep, Cid rolled over to search for the warmth that had partially left his side. He let out a long breath as he threw an arm over Vincent’s waist and curled closer, nestling his nose against the professor’s shoulder.

Smiling more, Vincent settled down again, pressing close to the blond. It was both comforting and exciting that Cid would search for him in his sleep. It made Vincent feel amazing.

Satisfied that his warmth had returned, Cid settled and, with a little yawn, returned to his steady slumber. Vincent rubbed the student’s back, just enjoying his presence. He felt that teenage schoolgirl feeling tingle in him, and, however strange it was, it felt good. Cid brought out things in him that he hadn’t seen in a very long time, and it was refreshing, to say the least.

The touches on his back roused Cid somewhat, just enough that he mumbled something incoherent and yawned again, reluctant to wake completely. It was nice just hanging in his warmth-filled slumber, but something was calling for him to awaken and he slowly did, another long breath slipping from his lips. The professor’s smile didn’t waver as he leaned his head forward to kiss Cid’s cheek. He kept rubbing gently, not really trying to wake the blond, but also not trying to keep him asleep, either.

Cid shifted his head, curling closer still to Vincent, his nose brushing the professor’s neck. He slowly opened his eyes only for them to close again with another yawn, the sound muffled against the soft skin near his mouth. He felt a little more refreshed than he had before, but he was still in a haze of sleep and nothing seemed to be completely clear, so he just lay there, happily letting out breaths against Vincent’s throat.

The hot air rushing over his skin left it tingling, and Vincent shivered, sliding his hand up Cid’s back. The sensation bordered between tickling and feeling good, making it hard for him to keep still. A discontented sound rumbled in Cid’s throat as Vincent moved, and he rolled over, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes. Yet another yawn parted his lips and he just let his hand stay where it was, covering the upper half of his face as he fought between staying asleep and waking. Vincent followed him, not wanting to be apart.

As the professor moved against him again, Cid peeked out from under his hand at the ceiling. His vision was still a little blurry, but a few blinks cleared it well enough and he just shifted his head on the pillow. “Do I have to wake up?” he mumbled quietly, his eyes falling closed again of their own accord.

Vincent’s hand slid up Cid’s torso slowly. “No, you don’t,” he said quietly, smiling.

“I don’t have to get up?” A quiet chuckle fell from his lips. “I wish. Too late now.” Stretching and groaning a little, Cid opened his eyes again.

Vincent just stayed where he was, leaned up on one elbow and smiling softly. “Are you hungry?”

Hooking his fingers around a few of the decorative dowels on the headboard and arching his back, Cid groaned quietly. “Guess I could go for some food.” His eyes closing with another yawn, Cid let his head rest against the pillow. “What time is it?”

It took Vincent a moment to tear his eyes away to look at the clock. “It’s about six.”

“Damn. Slept kinda late, huh?” Pushing himself up until he was sitting, Cid bent over and twisted around to crack his back and try to relieve some of the stiffness settled in his spine. He suspected it was from all the activity as of late that was making him sore, but he couldn’t really be sure.

Vincent sat too, listening to Cid’s back pop several times. “Feel good?”

“Mhmm.” Sitting back up, the blond scratched the back of his neck. “Think I need to start takin’ it easy,” he said with a little laugh. “Not used to all this.”

“All what?” Vincent asked, slowly crawling into Cid’s lap and straddling it.

The blond tipped his shoulder up in a shrug. “All this extra stuff I’ve been doin’.” He gave a smirk. “Like you.”

Smiling more, Vincent leaned forward, kissing the blond briefly. “But you look like you stay so active.” Slowly, he trailed his palms down over strong shoulders and arms. “A little workout here and there shouldn’t be a problem…”

“Different kinda workout than I’m used to,” Cid replied, leaning forward with a grin to let his lips just barely brush Vincent’s. “Not that I’m complainin’.”

“Mm, good,” Vincent said, still smiling. “I think I would miss working out with you if you decided to stop.”

The blond just laughed and shook his head. The professor leaned in again, bringing their lips together in a kiss. His hands slid up back Cid’s arms, moving to wrap loosely around his neck and letting his fingers slip into the short blond spikes at the back of Cid’s head. A shiver ran down Cid’s spine at the caress and he kissed back slowly. He was content there, his own hands rising to rest on Vincent’s hips. The younger man let his fingers play, scratching gently and looping around the soft hair. He opened his mouth to the kiss, brushing his tongue over Cid’s bottom lip in invitation.

Taking the invitation as soon as it was offered, the blond ran his tongue against Vincent’s, another shiver going through him at the contact. Vincent hummed in approval, his tongue twisting and rubbing around Cid’s. Unfortunately, their kiss was cut to an abrupt end when Vincent’s stomach decided it had to voice its opinion about the lack of food in it. The professor pulled away, laughing quietly. “Oops.”

Cid just looked at him for a moment before laughing and tipping his head forward to rest on the other’s shoulder. “Think somethin’s arguin’ about us stayin’ in bed.”

“I think so,” Vincent said, leaning to nip at Cid’s exposed neck. “I never did get to finish lunch.”

“Yeah, most of it did kinda end up on the floor earlier.” Sitting back again, Cid smiled. “Maybe we should do somethin’ about that then. Just so your stomach’s done with gripin’.”

Vincent smiled. “Would you like something, too? I could make us dinner.”

Stretching yet again and laying back, Cid looked up at the professor lazily. “I could go for some food. Our little workout kinda made me hungry.”

Staying as he was, perched on Cid’s hips, Vincent looked down at the blond happily. “What would you like?”

“Eh, I’m not picky.” Running his fingers through his hair and scratching at the back of his neck, Cid shrugged. “Whatever you’re up for’s good with me.”

“Hmm… I think I can come up with something.” Reluctantly sliding off of him, Vincent got to his feet and stretched, reaching high over his head and flexing with a quiet groan. He moved across the room to his closet, pulling out a pair of loose-fitting pants and sliding them on, leaving himself shirtless. “Coming?” he asked, leaning his hip against the footboard of the bed and smiling at Cid.

Letting out a sigh, Cid looked up at him. “I guess I should since ya left.” With a little smile of his own, he slipped out of bed and went about finding his pants, pulling them on and leaning against the footboard next to Vincent. “There. ‘M up.”

Vincent slipped his hand into Cid’s, starting to lead him out of the room. “Let’s have some dinner.”

Looking down at their hands, Cid smirked a little. “Yes, master,” he said with a laugh, sliding his hand out of Vincent’s to wrap his arms around the professor from behind.

Vincent chuckled too, putting his hands over Cid’s arms. “Master?”

“Yeah, why not? Ain’t that what teachers used to be called in old time?” Smirking, Cid held him as close as possible, pressing against him. “‘Sides. Ya wanted me to get up an’ follow ya so it’s kinda like you’re tellin’ me what to do…” Shrugging, the blond tipped his head against Vincent’s shoulder. “Hell, I dunno. Can’t expect me to know what I’m talkin’ about while I’m still half asleep.”

Vincent chuckled. “If you have to call me something other than my name, I would prefer Professor.” He turned his head around as much as he could, leaning it back to look at Cid. “But I like it when you call me by my name.”

“Fuck. Professor’s just too… official. Was just jokin’ around anyway.” He kissed Vincent’s neck, smiling. “How ‘bout Vince? I’m lazy right now.”

Leaning his head to the side, Vincent smiled. “I usually hate nicknames, but that, coming from you… it’s kind of sexy.”

“Sexy? Hell, I just like the sound of it.” Smirking again, Cid nestled his nose against the other’s neck. “But if ya think it’s sexy, I guess I could keep callin’ ya that,” he mumbled softly, just loud enough for Vincent to hear.

Vincent shivered. “Please do,” he said quietly.

“Then I will.” Parting his lips, Cid gently scraped his teeth against the pale skin, smirking as he noticed red marks showing where he had been. The professor breathed out, shivering again. Without really realizing it, he pressed back against Cid, a simple shift of his weight, but enough to get him even closer to the blond. Cid smiled lazily as he pressed another kiss to Vincent’s neck. “Thought ya were hungry?” he asked quietly, his hands rubbing lightly over the professor’s stomach.

Vincent’s head tipped back, encouraging more kisses. “Food can wait…”

“For what?” Laying kisses along Vincent’s jawline, Cid tipped his head up to catch an earlobe between his teeth and nibble gently. He knew he was just teasing, but he couldn’t stop himself when he found it to be so fun.

“For more of this,” Vincent said, his breath hitching.

Sliding his hands upward over the professor’s chest, Cid chuckled in his throat. He was almost holding Vincent captive with his touches and he loved knowing that he could nearly make the ebony-haired man melt under his touch. Letting out another breath, Vincent’s hands rose to touch Cid’s. He didn’t mind that one touch, even one look from Cid could render him motionless.

The blond smirked, moving his head away. “Might be a good idea to, ya know, quit while we’re ahead.” He wasn’t sure if his body could take another round of anything arousing for a while, but he wasn’t about to admit that. Just because he wasn’t the youngest guy in the world anymore didn’t mean he needed to remind people about it just because his stamina wasn’t as good as it used to be.

Making a quiet noise of protest, Vincent tightened his hold on Cid’s hands. He understood that Cid was tired, so he didn’t insist on continuing, but he was a little disappointed. Catching the little bit of breath he had lost, he slowly turned in Cid’s arms, giving him a gentle kiss. “It’s okay.”

Catching the hint of disappointment in Vincent’s eyes, Cid frowned. “Ya sure? ‘Cause, I mean… I was just kinda…” He shrugged, sighing. “It’s hard keepin’ up with ya,” he said with an embarrassed laugh.

“It’s hard keeping up with myself,” Vincent said, smiling a little. “Especially around you.”

Cid smiled back, though it wasn’t very confident. “Guess that’s a good thing most of the time.”

Vincent tipped his head a little, bumping their noses together. “Yes, most of the time,” he said, still smiling a little.

Rubbing his hands up Vincent’s arms, Cid kissed him quickly. “So what about this supper of yours, hmm?”

Vincent smiled more. “Come to the kitchen. I’ll figure out something to make.”

Following closely, Cid sighed a bit. He hated that he had seemingly hit his limit for the moment, but he didn’t want to try pushing himself past that supposed limit. All he knew was that, while he had felt amazing after the last time, he had felt worn down and he didn’t necessarily like that. He just hoped Vincent didn’t mind more than he was letting on.

The professor led the way downstairs to the kitchen. On the way, he absently noted he needed to do a little cleaning, but he didn’t think much on it. When he got to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, scanning its contents for something cookable.

Pulling out one of the chairs around the dining table, Cid straddled it and watched Vincent in his search. He had a nice view from where he sat and he wasn’t past appreciating it, folding his arms on the back of the chair and resting his chin on them. “Findin’ anythin’?”

Vincent bent down to get some things out of one of the drawers. He straightened and set them on the counter to the side before going back to the fridge and pulling some more ingredients out. “I think so. Do you like chicken parmesan? It’s fairly easy and quick to make.”

“Don’t think I’ve had it. I don’t get a lotta full-out meals.”

Vincent smiled. “Do you like Italian? It’s pasta and chicken and cheese.”

“Hmm… Sounds pretty good. I’m up for it.” Grinning a little, Cid let his arms dangle over the back of the chair, leaning against it.

“All right.” As Vincent set about cooking dinner, he let that little smile linger on his lips. His thoughts didn’t stray far from the blond watching him, and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed the fact that Cid watched his every move. It made him feel sexy, and it felt good.

Tilting his head to watch Vincent more, Cid smiled softly. He really did enjoy just spending time with the professor, regardless of what they were doing. Sure, the sex was amazing, but he also enjoyed the fact that they could just hang out when sex wasn’t in the equation.

It took a little while, but eventually Vincent set down a decently sized plate of food at Cid’s place. “Do you want a drink?” he asked, putting his own plate down at the seat he usually used.

Turning and sitting in the chair properly, Cid looked over the meal approvingly. “Whatcha got?” he asked, not sure if Vincent was someone who liked to wait until everyone was ready to eat or not.

“I have a bit of everything. I might have a few beers around, even.”

“Eh, not much for beer. I’ll drink it, but I like real stuff more. If ya got any tea though, I’ll take that instead.” The blond leaned back in his seat a little, watching Vincent move around the kitchen.

“I don’t like beer, myself. I’m not even really sure how it got here.” He turned and went to a far corner of the kitchen, pulling open a cupboard and looking up at the top shelf. “Let’s see… much of this is quite old, but that’s good for alcohol.” He reached up, pulling down a bottle of whiskey. The label was a little faded, and there was a little dust on the cover. Turning back and presenting it to the blond, he lifted an eyebrow. “Is this okay?”

“Okay? ‘S perfectly fine.” Standing and taking the bottle from Vincent, the blond looked it over. “Never been opened?” he asked, unsure of whether it just looked that way or not.

Vincent smiled, shaking his head. “Never been opened.”

“Damn.” Raising a brow along with a little smile, Cid looked back at Vincent. “Well, get some glasses an’ we’ll pop this baby open.”

Chuckling, Vincent turned back to the cupboards to do as he was told. He pulled out a couple of small glasses, handing one to Cid. Taking the offered glass, Cid set it on the table. Leaning his hip against his seat, he twisted the top and broke the seal on the bottle, taking a sniff. “Now that’s strong,” he said with a grin, pouring some out into his glass and holding it out to do the same with Vincent’s glass.

Vincent chuckled, offering his glass. He sat down, setting his glass near his plate and watching Cid, pleased with the blond’s approval of the drink.

Pouring Vincent’s glass full, Cid set the bottle down between them and slid into his chair. Taking a sip, he shook his head. “Damn, feels good goin’ down. Don’t think I’ve had a good glass of whiskey in a while.”

Vincent lifted his glass as well, taking a sip. It burned going down, but he didn’t mind it. “Not quite the dinner drink of choice, but it is quite good,” he said, starting to eat.

“Hell, if I had the money, I’d prob’ly drink this shit durin’ every meal,” Cid said with a little laugh. “So where’re ya ‘sposed to start on this?” he asked, looking over his supper.

“Wherever you want,” Vincent said, chuckling.

Cid chuckled and tried a forkful, chewing thoughtfully. It was rather good, the different tastes complimenting the others well. “‘S good,” he said with a smile, taking another bite.

Vinent smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Cid said as he took another bite. The sudden thought popped into his head that he in a way had it made as long as things remained all right. He was with two incredibly attractive people who both seemed to want him a lot. Add in that they both were amazing cooks and he figured he couldn’t have found a better situation to get into.

Vincent ate quietly, but not uncomfortably. He was elated that Cid liked his cooking, and even more happy with the fact that they seemed to be starting a relationship. He knew they would have to sneak around a lot, but the more time he spent with the blond, the more he felt it really was worth it.

By the time they both finished dinner, the whiskey bottle was half empty and Vincent’s cheeks were delightfully warm from the alcohol. He sat back in his chair, just watching Cid happily. Feeling full and satisfied, Cid finished off his supper, licking his fork as he did. The whiskey had made him feel warm inside and, when he looked over at Vincent with his barely flushed cheeks, he could tell the professor was probably feeling the same. Leaning back and stretching his arms above his head, Cid smiled. “Damn good supper an’ not bad company either,” he said with a chuckle.

Smiling more, Vincent leaned to refill Cid’s glass. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

The blond gladly took the refill, taking a long drink. The warmth pooling in his stomach increased and he smiled lazily at the feeling.

Vincent chuckled, pleasantly buzzed. “You look like you’re having a good time.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Cid said, his smile widening a little as he took another drink. His voice sounded a little slow to him, but he couldn’t quite be sure.

“I’m just commenting,” Vincent said, smiling. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

Cid laughed a little and drank down the rest of his glass. Standing, he took their dishes and placed them in the sink, pausing afterward to hold onto the edge of the counter. “Damn… think it just hit me,” he said with another laugh as his head swam a little.

“Well you did do most of the drinking,” Vincent said, still smiling as he stood as well. He moved closer to the blond, sliding his arms around him from behind and laying his cheek on his shoulder. His nose landed right at the base of the blond’s neck, and he couldn’t help closing his eyes as he inhaled. “You smell so good,” he commented idly.

Tipping his head back as the professor’s breath tickled his nape, Cid smirked. “I smell good? Dunno why,” he said. He let out a contented breath, just satisfied to be there.

“It’s just you,” Vincent said, not moving. “You don’t need any other reason.”

That made the blond laugh again, though he didn’t say any more about it. Instead he just stood there against Vincent, a small smile on his lips.

Vincent pulled his hands up Cid’s chest, loving the subtle curves of muscle. He pressed his nose more against Cid’s neck, kissing softly. Tiny shivers ran through the blond and he smiled more, tipping his head to allow for more of the caresses against his neck. Vincent’s hands were warm and, combined with the whiskey inside of him, he felt comfortable and completely willing to stay where he was.

Cid even tasted good. Vincent kept up his kisses, slowly dragging his tongue down the side of the blond’s neck. He hadn’t ever wanted to just touch someone as much as he wanted to just touch Cid, and it was a little concerning to him, but not enough for him to really care at that point.

Cid sighed a bit as another tremor ran through him. Vincent’s touches were good and he was sure he couldn’t get enough of them, but they also made him think of other things. He wanted to be that close to the professor again, but he still wasn’t sure if he would be able to maintain anything. But he just stood there enjoying the affections, waiting to see if he would really have to stop the professor and if he would actually want to when that time came.

Sighing comfortably, Vincent rested his lips against the blond’s neck, laying his cheek on his shoulder. His hands continued moving over Cid’s chest, just rubbing appreciatively. His back arching as hands traveled over him, Cid let out a little breath. He couldn’t deny that he wanted Vincent to keep touching and eventually lead them up to something else, but still. He didn’t want to push himself too far and he wasn’t sure he could go down on the professor. He wasn’t even sure he would ever be able to, but that wasn’t his main concern at the moment.

Leaving soft kisses in his wake, Vincent slowly trailed his lips up to Cid’s ear. “Stay here tonight,” he whispered, not liking the idea of Cid having to leave just yet.

As lips brushed against his skin, the blond tried to contain the tiny trembles wanting to course through him. “I guess I can,” he replied just as softly. “Don’t have anythin’ here, but… I can always run by home in the mornin’ or somethin’.”

“Mhmm…” Vincent hummed, letting his tongue play with the lobe of Cid’s ear. His palms dragged down Cid’s chest again, both traveling down to rub over the blond’s hips. Cid bit back a groan, knowing he was headed nowhere good. He wanted the touches far too much to make them stop, especially as teeth grazed his earlobe, making his breath hitch.

Vincent was well on his way to dragging Cid off to bed again. He let his fingers scratch their way back up Cid’s chest, continuing to nibble on the soft lobe between his teeth. Suddenly he jumped as a loud noise cut through the silence, sounding like it was coming from Cid’s pocket. Vincent looked down, breathing slightly labored. “I think your phone’s ringing,” he said, a little disappointed that they had been interrupted.

The blond froze for a moment. The fact that his phone was ringing was no problem, but the fact that he knew whose ringtone was playing was. Hurriedly, he stuck his hand into his pocket and searched for the side button that would make the ringing stop. The last thing he needed was to pull out his phone and have Vincent ask why some girl was calling him, let alone the fact that it would have been hard to cover himself while the professor’s head was still close to his ear. Things would have been overheard and then it would have been over, probably on both sides. Biting his lip, he just hoped that Tifa wouldn’t call back for quite a while.

“You’re not going to answer it?” Vincent asked, unconsciously starting to rub little circles on Cid’s chest again.

“I, uh… I prob’ly should,” the blond said, incredibly distracted by the touches and only taking that as a sign that he should stop things somehow. Pulling away somewhat, he shrugged a little. “I uh… prob’ly best if you’re not right next to me. ‘S… my mom,” he said quickly, hoping it didn’t sound too faked. Vincent knew his hometown situation somewhat so he figured the professor would understand, even though the reason was a lie.

Feeling suddenly cold without Cid pressed against him, Vincent folded his arms over himself to try to maintain some of the warmth he had felt. “Ah, that’s fine,” he said, smiling softly. “You can go wherever you need to go to call her back. I’ll just finish cleaning up a little.”

Nodding, Cid decided outside was probably the most ideal place to go. That way there was too much noise for either to overhear the other, thus saving Cid’s ass. Moving out into the foyer and pushing the front door open, he dialed Tifa’s number as he stepped out onto the stairs.

After a couple of rings, Tifa’s happy voice sounded through the receiver. “Hey, hot stuff,” she said with a giggle.

The blond wasn’t quite sure what to think. “Hot stuff?” he repeated slowly. “Where’d that come from?”

She laughed. “I’m just playing around.” Then it sounded like she was grinning. “Not that you’re not really hot stuff.”

“Well, I guess when ya put it that way, it’s okay.” Smirking a little as he sat on the steps, Cid looked around. “So what’s up?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to call you.”

“Oh. Kay.” Shrugging a bit, Cid let his gaze wander around the front yard again. He hadn’t ever noticed exactly how big it was. Standing, he decided to take a little self-guided tour around. “Thought somethin’ might’ve come up,” he said absently, not really sure what to say. He had never actually had a phone conversation where the other person just wanted to call him.

“No,” she said happily. “I was just thinking about you. So I called. Girlfriends do that sometimes,” she added with a chuckle.

“Guess I’m just not used to that,” Cid said with his own little laugh. “Last girlfriend I had hated talkin’ on the phone.” He reached the side of the house, looking up the wall and getting a feel of just how big the place really was.

“That’s too bad. I think it’s nice to get random phone calls.”

“Yeah, it’s somethin’ different. I’m just not all that used to it.” Laughing again, Cid kept walking. The back yard was even larger and he felt somewhat impressed by the entirety of the property. He would have to ask later exactly how Vincent had ended up with such a place. “So…” he started, not really sure what to say and kicking through the few leaves that had fallen early.

“You sound like you’re outside,” she said. “Out for a walk?”

“Yeah, just a little one. Not plannin’ on goin’ far.” He was beginning to feel a slight chill from being shirtless outside and a shiver ran through him. “Could be warmer.” The toe of his boot his a stick and he glanced down, a small smile crossing his lips. Picking it up, he noticed it was of decent length and fairly straight, at least enough for his purposes. “Guess I shoulda grabbed a jacket or somethin’.”

“Yeah, it’s starting to get cold out. I always miss the summer when it starts to get cold.”

“Yeah. Not as much ya can do outside in the fall an’ winter. Just kinda stuck inside.” Twisting his wrist, Cid tried to swing the stick around some. It was a little unbalanced, but it was good enough. “Not that I do a whole lotta shit outside in the summer anyway when I’m decidin’ what I’m doin’, but whatever.”

She chuckled quietly. “I see. So… where are you walking? Anywhere nearby?” she asked, sounding suggestive.

“Eh, kinda, but I didn’t grab shoes.” Twirling his find around and letting it rest on his shoulders for a moment, Cid glanced back at the house. “I’m, uh… stayin’ with a friend. He needed some help on a project.” He had said the first thing that had popped into his head, thankful that it didn’t sound too unbelievable.

“Ah, a friend from class?” she asked.

“Yeah. From home too,” he added in, hoping it made his excuse seem a little more solid. “Just found out he’s goin’ here too.”

“Neat,” she said, sounding happy. “So what kind of project is it?”

“Eh, just one for math. Statistical stuff.” Shrugging, Cid swung the stick around some more, ducking his head to flip it over him. “Nothin’ special.”

“Ooh.” She giggled a little. “So I’m dating the smart guy, huh? Sexy.”

The blond laughed, almost hitting himself in the head by accident. “Nah, not really. ‘M just takin’ what I have to. Too many math classes for my taste, though.”

“Why so many? Part of your major or something?”

“Eh, yeah,” Cid replied with a little chuckle. “Aviation calls for a shit-ton of smart stuff. Only thing I hate about it.”

“Aviation? Ooh, fancy. You’d be sexy flying a plane.”

“Yeah, sure,” Cid said with a laugh as he continued his little walk around the house. “Don’t see me gettin’ my ass in a plane anytime soon. Still gotta get to the trainin’ classes for that.”

“Well, still,” she said, laughing quietly. “So what else is going on?”

“Not much. Just kinda… hangin’ around.” The blond shrugged, spinning his stick again. It was fairly entertaining and kept his mind focused on one thing at a time as he walked even if it wasn’t as good as the practice staff he kept hidden in his closet back in the apartment. “Had to get outside for a little. Get some fresh air, that kinda thing.”

Tifa’s smile was apparent in her voice. “That sounds nice. Ugh, things here are just slow as all hell. I don’t even know why they were so worried about being short staffed.”

“Maybe ‘cause they just wanted to make sure? Who knows. An’ ya never know. Things could pick up. Gettin’ around late supper time.” Cid glanced up at the sky, thankful that the days were still relatively long and there were a considerable amount of streetlights bleeding through the grove of trees surrounding the house.

“I’m surprised it’s this slow now. It’s Saturday night. It’s usually packed by now.” There were a few noises in the background, then Tifa’s voice again. “Either way, I’d still rather be spending the day with you.”

Cid smiled, though he wasn’t sure if he should have been. “Ah, we’ll get a chance some other day. ‘Sides. Dunno what we woulda done all day, ya know?”

“I can think of a few things…” she said, giggling quietly.

Cid laughed as he balanced his stick on his shoulders, switching his phone over to his other hand. “Ah, gotta give the old man a break now an’ then. ‘M not a teenager anymore,” he said with another chuckle, his cheeks tingling with the warmth rising in them again. It contrasted against the chill of the evening and he glanced around, wondering if he should go back inside or not.

She chuckled. “‘Old man,’ huh? You can’t be that old.”

“Hey. When you’re me, thirty-two’s fuckin’ old.” Laughing, Cid slipped the stick down and swung it around a bit more, entertained with the way he could control it with a flick of his wrist.

“Thirty-two? Wow,” Tifa said again, chuckling. “I didn’t think you were older than me.”

Cid stopped walking. “Wow?” he repeated questioningly. “‘S that a bad thing or somethin’? ‘Cause I guess I could lie if ya want me to an’ say I’m… what? Twenty-five? That work?”

Tifa laughed again. “No, it’s fine. Sexy, even. I like older guys.”

“Well, in that case…” He chuckled, a bit more relaxed that she was fine with his age. “I won’t lie. Thirty-two an’ still get carded.”

“I’m not surprised,” she said, chuckling again. “I had you pegged for like, twenty-four. But the student thing was throwing me off a little bit.”

“Nah, got my start late. Had a job I hated an’ a place I could care less about so I stopped payin’ rent, got a loan and came back to school. Workin’ out so far.”

“That’s awesome.” She sounded like she was smiling again. “I, for one, am very happy you decided to do that.”

“Ah, sure ya are.” Smirking, Cid began walking around and rounded the back corner of the house, facing the side he hadn’t seen yet. “I’m just glad I got somewhere else an’ am able to do somethin’ worth my while. That’s the main reason I wanted outta the situation I was in.”

“What was so bad about it?” she asked, curious. “And if you don’t want to talk about it you can just say so.”

“Nothin’ really bad about it, I guess. It just wasn’t where I wanted to see myself stayin’.” Kicking through the leaves again, Cid let the tip of the stick on his shoulders drop to drag a trail behind him. “Kinda bad when ya dread leavin’ wherever you’re stayin’ just ‘cause ya know you’ll be stuck there for the rest of your life if ya don’t do somethin’ about it.”

“That sucks. I’m glad you made it here. Where are you from, originally? Just out of curiosity.”

The blond flipped his wannabe staff around. “Just a little town in Tennessee. Nothin’ special.”

“Wow, and you came all the way to New York State?”

“Eh, needed to get out. They’ve got a great aviation program here an’… I wanted pretty damn far away from home without bein’ further than, I dunno… a bus ride back if I ever needed to do that since I don’t have a car up here an’ all that.”

“Makes sense.” She paused a minute before sounding disappointed. “Man, my break is up. Call me later?”

“Yeah, if I get a chance.” Cid cast another look upward, seeing the sky darkening more overhead. “Good luck with whatever happens. Prob’ly pick up later.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you later, Cid.”

“Yeah, later, Tif.” Snapping his phone closed after he heard her hang up, Cid sighed. At least he had managed the whole call without slipping up or having Vincent just show up out of nowhere. Pocketing his phone, the blond set to making it back to the front door, absently swinging the stick around to keep his hands occupied.

Vincent was waiting for him in the doorway. When he saw Cid, he smiled a little. “Aren’t you freezing?”

“Little, maybe.” Cid gave him a bit of a smile. “Not really all that bad.” Flipping his find around, Cid wondered if he could maybe make a good impression on Vincent with his abilities. After all, he seemed to remember something about the professor doing something with martial arts. Twisting his wrist, he swung the stick up, but miscalculated, a loud crack echoing through the chilly air as wood connected with the back of his head. “Fuck!” he yelped, dropping it instantly to press his hand against the spot.

Eyes widening, Vincent rushed for him, reaching to touch his shoulders. “Are you all right?”

“Fuckin’ hurt…” Rubbing the back of his head, Cid glanced up. “That was pretty damn stupid of me,” he muttered softly.

Vincent smiled sympathetically. “Maybe you should wait until you’re not a little drunk to try again.”

“I guess.” Taking his hand down to look at it, Cid sighed. “Least there’s no blood. That woulda been fun,” he said sarcastically.

Vincent lifted his hand to pet the wound gently. “Do you want some ice?”

“Not sure if cold would be the best right now,” the blond mumbled. “I’m kinda chilly now that I’m not movin’ around an’ everythin’.”

“Well, come inside, then,” Vincent said softly, running his fingers through Cid’s hair.

The petting was nice, there was no doubt in Cid’s head about that. “Inside sounds pretty good,” he answered, moving a little closer. The professor was warm, as was the air coming from inside the house, and he felt drawn toward it.

Vincent smiled a little, starting to lead Cid inside. “I can make you some tea. I think I remember you saying you preferred tea.”

“Yeah, I like my tea…” Following, Cid shivered and rubbed his hands against his bare arms. The chill was definitely starting to get to him since he had stopped doing anything but standing there and inside was becoming more appealing by the moment. “But ya don’t have to do all that for me, ya know. I’ll live.”

Vincent smiled more, stepping into the mansion and closing the door behind them. “I don’t mind.”

Shrugging, Cid let the professor lead him in. “If ya don’t mind then I guess I don’t either.”

Vincent took Cid to a sitting room in the wing opposite the kitchen, leading him to a comfy-looking couch. “The fireplace works,” he said. “Do you want it on?”

Settling on the couch, Cid looked over at the fireplace. “What is it? Wood or gas? ‘Cause if it’s wood, don’t worry ‘bout it. Too much work for right now.”

Vincent chuckled. “It’s gas. I just have to flip a switch over here. This place is full of little gadgets like that.”

“Huh. That’s handy.” Turning so he could stretch out on the couch, Cid inspected the fireplace the best he could. “Sounds a hell of a lot better’n dealin’ with wood in the middle of the winter.”

Vincent nodded, going to the other side of the room and turning the switch for the fireplace. “It is, but I tend to just use the baseboard heating in the winter. It uses less gas.”

“Yeah, guess it would.” The heat slowly reached the blond and he smiled as he let himself relax on the couch. “But this is pretty nice.”

The professor smiled again. “I’m glad. I’ll be right back.”

“Sure thing.” Watching Vincent go, Cid sighed again. He was comfortable despite the somewhat persistent pain in the back of his head. The whiskey was beginning to wear off, but the effect was still strong enough to make him almost drowsy as he lay there.

After a little while, Vincent came back carrying two steaming mugs, setting one down on the table by the couch. He moved to sit by Cid’s feet, curling his feet under himself and sipping from his cup.

Rousing from his half-nap, Cid glanced down at the professor. He rubbed his eyes and sat up enough to take hold of the mug on the table, sipping carefully. “Thanks,” he mumbled into the mug, the scent of the tea making a subtle smile cross his face.

Vincent smiled too. “You’re welcome.”

Leaning back against the arm of the couch, Cid found himself watching the flames flickering in the fireplace. “So how’d ya get a huge place like this?” he asked after a while, sipping his tea slowly afterward.

Vincent hesitated a moment, considering how to explain it. “It… was left to me.”

“Left to ya? Whaddya mean?” Moving his gaze to Vincent, the blond raised a brow. “Like inherited or somethin’?”

The professor nodded. “It used to belong to my grandparents. They left it to me when they died.”

“Nice. Pretty good deal, if ya ask me.” Cid shrugged. “I guess I’m gonna inherit our house back home, but I’d sure as hell prefer some place like this.”

Vincent shrugged, swirling his tea around in his mug. “There was a pretty big fight over it. I wasn’t originally the one who should have gotten it.”

“Why not?”

“It was supposed to go to the oldest grandchild—that would have been my older cousin—but I tended to be somewhat of a favorite with my grandparents. I was the only one of the five of us to go to college and get a degree. They thought I deserved it more, I guess.” He looked into his tea, his expression a little melancholy. “It’s always been a little bit of a sore spot for the entire family. I didn’t want to live here, but it was the insistence of my parents and the fact that only my name was in the will that pushed me to move in.”

“Wow,” Cid mumbled softly. He had just figured Vincent had come up with some sort of good money and bought the place to fix up, not gotten it through some sort of messed up family argument like that. “So ya really didn’t have a choice in the matter.”

Another little shrug lifted one of Vincent’s shoulders. “I suppose I could still have said no, or taken the place and fixed it up and sold it, but it’s been in the family for generations. I didn’t want to be the one to disrupt that.”

“Guess that makes sense,” Cid replied, taking a slow sip. “If you’re already in the middle of some big thing I guess ya wouldn’t wanna cause any more problems with it or draw any more attention to yourself. Since, ya know, you’re the kinda person who seems like they’d wanna stay outta things like that if ya had the choice.”

Vincent nodded. “It’s not so bad living here. It’s kind of big and airy for one person, but I don’t mind.” He glanced at Cid, smirking a little. “Though I do occasionally have to be the butt end of some juvenile pranks that involve a certain Prince.”

“Hey, that wasn’t my idea.” Sitting up more, Cid extended his leg out and stuck his foot under Vincent’s leg. “That was all Zack. He was lookin’ for some way for us to be able to do somethin’ together. Guess he thought we needed to be instant friends or somethin’.”

Vincent smiled. “That’s just his way of saying he likes you,” he said with a chuckle.

“I guess,” the blond replied with a roll of his blue eyes. “Still. Wasn’t my idea.”

Vincent leaned forward, setting his mug down on the table and turning to slowly crawl over Cid. “I’m not complaining,” he said, smiling down at him.

Cid just barely managed to set his own cup down on the table, a blond brow rising. “I guess not…”

Vincent slowly settled down on Cid’s hips, careful to place himself in a spot where they fit together comfortably. “How’s your head feeling?”

The older man smiled a little. “Pretty good now. I mean, who wouldn’t feel good with you sittin’ on ‘em?”

Vincent smiled more. “You flatter me so.”

“Hey, can ya blame me?” Grinning, Cid placed his hands on Vincent’s waist and lightly tickled up his side. “It gets me places to flatter.”

Squirming a little at the light touches, Vincent chuckled quietly. “Oh? Where does it get you?”

A shrug lifted Cid’s shoulder. “Just… places. Good places.” He continued teasing the soft skin, fingertips dancing across the other’s back and trailing up his spine. “Least I think they’re good places.”

Vincent leaned forward, bracing himself on his arms and arching his back to the good feelings. “They seem good to me, too,” he said, still smiling a little.

A bigger smirk rode on Cid’s lips as he watched the professor’s back arch. Trailing his hands back down to drag his nails over the small of Vincent’s back, he licked his lips absently. The professor notably shivered, goose bumps rising on his skin and catching the light from the fire in little pinprick shadows.

Sliding down so that his back was against the couch and Vincent was still seated on him, Cid smiled up at him. The professor’s thighs were warm on his bare sides and he shivered as well, tucking his fingers into the hem of Vincent’s pants.

“What are you thinking about?” the younger man asked quietly, bending his back so his hips pushed against Cid’s hands slightly. The firelight made his eyes an even darker, richer red, giving him an intense gaze, which was directed at the blond with all its ferocity, despite the almost serene presence of the professor himself.

Licking his lips again, Cid took a breath. “Not much,” he said quietly, caught up in the dark gaze on him. He felt subdued by Vincent, and for some reason he liked feeling that way. Watching the light flicker over pale skin and jet hair, he was absolutely mesmerized into silence.

Rolling his hips a little bit, almost not enough to even be detectable, Vincent’s eyes glanced down at Cid’s lips briefly before returning to meet sky blue. “What’s ‘not much?’” he asked quietly, catching his bottom lip between his teeth habitually.

“Just… not much.” As Vincent’s lip disappeared between his teeth, Cid used his hold on the other to pull himself up and closer. He smiled before their lips brushed, another tug on the dark jeans bringing them together in a gentle kiss.

Kissing back slowly, Vincent leaned on one of his hands, bringing the other to slide around Cid’s neck. His other hand soon followed, his fingers finding their preferred spot of being tangled in short blond hair, rubbing gently. He had already figured out that the spot that made Cid tremble was the back of his neck, and he loved being able to provoke reactions like that in the blond.

Sure enough, a tremor ran down the blond’s back and he accidentally moaned into the kiss. He thought about pulling away, but just preferred to stay where he was. The pressure between their mouths increased as he leaned forward more and tried to find the equivalent spot on Vincent, his hand wandering over silken skin.

Cid’s hand brushed the small of Vincent’s back, his nails grazing the flesh ever so slightly. It sent a shiver up the professor’s spine, causing him to echo the blond’s moan. Opening his mouth wider, he invited Cid in with a teasing swipe of his tongue. Pleased that he had possibly found the spot he was looking for, Cid scratched lightly as he took the invitation. His tongue curled around Vincent’s and he drew in a breath as they parted just barely, cold air rushing between their lips as he sealed the kiss again.

Vincent shivered again, pressing closer to Cid. He knew the blond had said something about wanting to rest a while, but the way things were headed, Vincent didn’t think he could hold himself back.

Another moan almost slipping into their kiss, Cid arched his back and drove them together. He broke the kiss and slid his hands between them to push Vincent up. A few soft pants made it past his lips as the blond looked up at him. “Vince… ya sure ya wanna?” he asked quietly through his breaths.

Panting quietly as well, Vincent tipped his nose against Cid’s. “I seem to always want you.”

“Same here, but I dunno what’ll happen.” His instincts were telling him to forget his stamina and just grab Vincent there, but he wasn’t sure if that was the voice in his head that he should be listening to. Reason was whispering something he couldn’t quite hear, but he was certain it was against doing anything. “I’m leavin’ it up to you,” he whispered, leaning his head to nip at Vincent’s throat.

“Sure. Give me the hard choice,” Vincent said, chuckling quietly and tilting his head back. “Are you still tired? We did sleep for a while…”

The blond shrugged, a few strands of light-colored hair falling in his eyes. “I don’t really feel tired, so maybe…” He paused thinking of something. “Don’t really know though. Never been pushed to my limit before.”

Looking down at him, Vincent leaned his head to the side a little. “Your limit? You only came twice earlier, and that was more than 7 hours ago.”

“I, uh… well…” Cid glanced off to the side, trying to come up with some way to cover himself. He couldn’t just outright tell Vincent that he had actually come five times in under twenty-four hours. Putting a slightly embarrassed look on his face, he kept his eyes down. “I got myself off a few times before…”

“You… what?” Vincent asked, suddenly getting a severely arousing mental image of Cid by himself.

“I… got myself off.” Tipping his head up a little, Cid turned his gaze back to Vincent. “Why? Ya never did that or somethin’?”

“No, it’s not that…” Vincent caught his bottom lip in his teeth again, his imagination running wild with the new information. “It’s… sexy to think about it…”

Cid’s brow quirked. “Sexy? I dunno how sexy it was,” he said as he shifted a little under Vincent. The way the other was sitting on him was putting pressure on just the right spots and if it didn’t stop, he was sure he would end up throwing caution out of the window and just going for it, limit or no limit.

Unconsciously shifting his hips as he thought more, Vincent looked down at Cid again. “It’s quite sexy,” he commented, still chewing on his lip.

Making himself swallow down the comment on the tip of his tongue about how sexy the sight above him was, Cid shrugged again. “Can’t help it,” he said simply, still waiting for Vincent’s actual decision.

Vincent let out a little breath as he shifted his hips again, following it with a quiet sound of indecision. “I want you, but I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I don’t think ya will,” Cid replied, sucking in a quick breath as Vincent pressed against him.

“Are you sure?” Vincent asked, his speech breathy and laced with desire.

Thinking a little more, though it was steadily becoming more and more difficult to think of anything that wasn’t Vincent, Cid nodded. “I think so. An’ if not, what’s the worst that could happen? I get tired again? Oh well,” he said with a little laugh.

“You could pull a muscle or something,” Vincent said, closing his eyes as a movement pressed them together again—he wasn’t sure whose movement exactly.

“If ya keep comin’ up with reasons then I might just back out,” Cid said with a little smirk up at the professor.

“I’m just… trying to be realistic,” Vincent said. He looked down at Cid again, eyes intense. “But I want you so badly.”

The look in the burgundy eyes made Cid almost nervous with anticipation. “Then what’re ya waitin’ for? Think I’d prefer you over reality any time,” he mumbled quietly.

Vincent kept looking at him for another moment before leaning down to kiss him. It was hesitant, yet demanding, a silent request to be let closer to the blond. Pressing into the kiss, Cid slowly wrapped an arm around the slender waist and pulled Vincent closer. He wanted the professor and he was getting increasingly more convinced that he would be fine as he felt pressure right where it mattered again. His other hand slowly dragged down a pale side and tucked under thick cloth, tugging just barely. Vincent moaned quietly, rolling his hips a little. He deepened the kiss, pressing into Cid’s hand to encourage more.

Sliding his fingers against the gentle curve of Vincent’s hip, Cid rolled his own hips to meet the motion, pressing against him. He gasped quietly into the kiss and pulled Vincent down as close as they could be. Letting out another moan, Vincent responded with more pressure. He broke the kiss to breathe, staying close. Tipping his head back as cold air rushed over his mouth, Cid let out a quiet groan. A shiver ran through him as his hand moved against warmer skin, still traveling lower down Vincent’s body.

Breathing hard, Vincent nipped at Cid’s jaw, hearing his teeth scrape over the little bit of blond stubble there. “We… we shouldn’t do this here. We need things upstairs…”

Biting back another groan, Cid shifted and accidentally brought them so they were pressed against each other, squeezing another moan from Vincent. “But that means we have to move,” he mumbled as he brushed his lips over the outer edge of Vincent’s ear.

The professor hissed out a breath. “I know… but if we stay, we’ll be limited in… what we can do,” he said, unable to resist rocking his hips against Cid’s, seeking that delicious friction.

Rough fabric moved against skin between them and the blond drew in another deep breath. “An’ what would that be?” he asked, his voice lowering a little as he felt how Vincent fit against him.

“Well,” Vincent started, continuing to move his hips. “We’d need… lube and a condom to go all the way.” He took a few breaths, wishing their pants weren’t in the way. “But you said… you’re allergic to the kind I have upstairs.”

“Fuck, that’s right…” Cid closed his eyes as the movements rubbed him just the right way. There was definitely no time to get the right kind of condoms and that pretty much put out any sort of sex that he could do. Biting his lip as he thought of the only other option aside from just mutual masturbation, he wondered if he could actually go through with it or not. Vincent had made it look easy though… “I… got an idea,” he said quietly, pushing himself and Vincent up.

“What?” Vincent asked, putting his hands on the blond’s shoulders and still panting.

His mind clearing a little, Cid shifted again. “I think you’re gonna have to move,” he said, trying to think of how his idea would work. If there was no need to go upstairs, aside from the comfort of the bed, then he would have to rethink how he would work with what they had. “Lemme up for a sec.”

Vincent lifted himself onto his knees, slowly climbing off of the blond. He was curious about what Cid wanted, but he kept quiet, waiting for Cid to give him some sort of instruction. Standing, Cid tried to ignore how his pants were pulled tight against his groin. “Uh… Here.” Leaning over Vincent, he pressed his hands against the other’s shoulders, trying to get him to sit.

Following the movement, Vincent sat on the couch, leaning against the back and looking up at Cid. “What’s your idea?” he asked, trying to think of what his current position could allow them to do. He had a few ideas.

“Just thinkin’…” Cid mumbled as he slid his hands down the warm sides to hook his fingers in the denim of Vincent’s jeans. He quickly unfastened them and gave a little tug, encouraging Vincent to raise his hips and let him remove the pants. Taking a little breath, Vincent lifted himself, using his arms to keep his balance.

When he had stripped Vincent of the thick jeans, Cid tossed them aside with a little smirk. A flicker of apprehension drifted through his mind as he knelt down to kiss a path from the professor’s neck to his stomach. His hands crept up long legs to encourage the professor to part them a little. His head was a bit fuzzy from the desire and alcohol still mixing, but he managed to clear it enough to think of the obvious things he needed to do.

Still curious, but getting a better idea of what Cid had in mind, Vincent did as beckoned and spread his legs enough for Cid to fit between them. He shivered at the touches, fingers gripping the cushion of the couch beneath him. Fingertips brushed over hot flesh as Cid ran a short line up Vincent’s chest, blue eyes watching the professor. He gave a few slow strokes, waiting for the professor’s reaction before settling on anything in his mind. His other hand slipped around to slip behind the small of Vincent’s back, steadying him a little as he balanced on his knees. Vincent let out a quick breath, closing his eyes at the contact and moving his hips a little.

A little more confident in what he was thinking, Cid dipped his head to nip just below Vincent’s bellybutton. His chin brushed over the base of the professor’s erection and he glanced up to see if the other was still fine. “Sorry,” he whispered quietly, his hand moving a bit faster to make up for it.

The professor looked down at him, lips parted to let him breathe. “Are you sure?” he asked, figuring out where Cid was headed.

The blond paused for a moment, wondering if he really was sure about going through with his plan. “I think so,” he replied. “Never done it though, so I dunno how good it’ll be…”

Vincent smiled a little, reaching forward to run his fingers through Cid’s hair gently. “If you want to, you’ll do fine.”

“Dunno,” Cid mumbled again, his fingers curling around Vincent’s length. He was fairly sure he could do it, but doing it well was a whole other question. Then again, he didn’t figure there was a whole lot to it. Lowering his head a little more and tipping it to the side, he brushed his lips against the heated skin, his fingers slowing. Vincent gasped quietly, licking his lips as he watched Cid. The blond’s hesitance was both endearing and sexy, and Vincent was certainly ready to lend a helping hand if needed.

Ever so slowly, Cid parted his lips to taste him, his hand moving to let him lick a line to the tip. He wasn’t really sure what to think of the taste. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t something he was used to. Pulling away, he licked his lips before dipping his head again to brush his tongue against the tip again. He had gotten past what he though of as the hard part and now it didn’t seem too difficult to him.

Vincent moaned at the touches. Cid’s tongue was hot and slick, and he couldn’t help a heavy shiver at the feeling. The sound was incredibly encouraging and Cid smiled a little as he parted his lips more to take in just the tip. He figured it was better to go slow and make himself used to it than just rush in and end up doing something wrong. His hand returned to slide over the length of Vincent’s erection as he accustomed himself to the taste of the professor, the tip of his tongue playing with the spot just under the head. It wasn’t until then that he actually considered the size of Vincent and he had to admit that he was impressed.

The professor petted Cid’s hair gently, trying to tell him without words that he was doing well. He moved his other arm over his head, gripping the back of the couch to give him a little bit of leverage. It was hard not to move his hips, but he kept concentrating on it. Cid didn’t need a surprise choking on his first blowjob.

Pulling away enough to take a breath, Cid moved his head forward again, taking a bit more between his lips. He kept his fingers moving, petting and stroking as he pressed his tongue against the flesh in his mouth. He knew where he had to eventually get, but how to get there before he finished Vincent off, he wasn’t sure. He was going a bit too slow by his own thinking and tried to move ahead more, a few inches disappearing between his lips.

Vincent groaned, gripping harder at the couch. He was aching to move his hips, to shift them enough to just completely envelop himself in that heat, but he resisted. Feeling the twitch in Vincent’s hips, Cid knew what he had to do. He bobbed his head a few times and then just went for it, the tip brushing the back of his throat. He was fine for the first moment but then he felt his throat constrict as he gagged, making him pull back and cough hard. “Shit,” he muttered harshly, swallowing to try and get and keep his throat from protesting again.

Jumping a little, Vincent looked down at Cid sympathetically. “Don’t try to go for it all at once,” he said gently. “Take what you can handle. Don’t push it.”

Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, Cid looked up. “Not sure that’s very much though,” he said sourly, almost disappointed in himself.

Moving his fingers comfortingly in Cid’s hair, Vincent smiled a little. “Either way, it will feel good.”

“Yeah, but it seems kinda pathetic I can’t do it,” Cid said, tipping his head toward the touches. “I wanna do it right, not half-assed.”

“There’s no way to do it wrong, Cid.”

“Yeah, well…” The blond gave a little huff, not liking that Vincent was trying to console him about this. “Maybe it was just a fluke or somethin’,” he said, dipping his head again and intending to try again.

Vincent’s fingers tightened in Cid’s hair a little, tugging gently as he felt the blond’s tongue again. “J-just… take it slow,” he said quietly.

Cid would have agreed if he hadn’t had his mouth partially full right then. He took in as much as he could without pushing his limit. He didn’t want to feel himself gag again anytime soon even though he knew it was probably going to happen since he was determined to feel his nose nestled in soft ebony hair and his lips brush smooth skin.

Vincent let out another moan, running his fingers through Cid’s hair again. He bit his lip, watching Cid eagerly. The fingers in his hair were calming and the blond pulled away just long enough to take a deep breath. He could taste the salty hint of precome on his tongue and shifted to take Vincent in again, the tip just barely touching the back of his tongue. He paused there, waiting for the want to gag to pass before pressing forward just a little, pushing his boundary further and further each time he repeated it.

Gasping as he felt Cid take him deeper, Vincent arched his back, careful not to move his hips. He groaned, closing his eyes and letting his mouth fall open. Sliding his hands up to press against Vincent’s hips and keep them still on his own, Cid pulled free again for another breath. It was hard to get a decent breath while doing anything and he hated having to stop in order to get air, but he supposed it was better than falling unconscious and possibly hurting one or both of them.

Vincent’s fingers curled a little, gently scratching at Cid’s scalp. The professor settled again, turning his eyes once more on the blond. As nails grazed his head, Cid shivered. He glanced upward and caught Vincent’s eyes momentarily before parting his lips to take him in again. This time he managed to get the tip to slip past the back of his throat without the reaction from before and he felt a little more accomplished as he pulled away only to do it again.

“Cid,” Vincent gasped, eyes slipping closed again. He leaned his head back, pressing it against the couch and letting out a breathy moan.

Deciding it was probably safe to push himself even further, the blond went forward until he felt the tip slide down his throat again. He let his eyes focus on the base of Vincent’s stomach and he felt a slight anticipation grow in him again. He was almost there, but he felt as though his body was going to object again. However he ignored it and pushed on, a little caught off guard by the sensation of Vincent’s erection inside his throat and he nearly gagged again, just barely managing to swallow the persistent feeling down.

The professor mumbled something incoherent, tugging gently at Cid’s hair again. His toes curled as he felt Cid swallow again, the wet muscles massaging him closer to his end. If things kept up this way, he would have just barely enough time to warn Cid before it was too late.

Cid closed his eyes against the tugging on his hair, stopping his progress yet again for a few breaths. He felt more confident as he went down again, the tip of his nose just barely tickled by the soft hair he was aiming for as he swallowed to keep himself from choking or worse. Warm fluid trickled down the back of his throat and he had to stifle the urge to clear it, knowing it couldn’t end well if he did so.

“Cid… I’m close,” Vincent breathed, wanting to give the blond some kind of heads up. He was still clear-headed enough to be concerned about whether Cid planned to keep going or stop at the last minute so he wouldn’t have to swallow.

Hearing the warning, Cid opened his eyes and looked up. The sight above him was amazing to say the least and he swallowed again simply from how attractive Vincent was to him right then. He suddenly processed the professor’s words though and pulled back, not sure of what to do. I felt like he wouldn’t be finishing what he had started by just giving up, but he didn’t know if he would be able to finish him off right. Deciding to stick with it, the blond took Vincent’s length within his mouth again, a shiver running through him as it slipped down his throat.

The professor cried out quietly, the changes in temperature driving him crazy. Of their own accord, his fingers tightened in Cid’s hair, giving the blond one last warning. He tensed, unable to keep his hips still as he came hard into the waiting mouth.

Cid jerked back a bit as he felt the hot liquid rush into his mouth. He swallowed out of instinct and realized that was probably his best bet with the situation and he swallowed again, trying to take in as much as possible. Even so, a few trickles made it down his chin and he had to pull back before Vincent was done. He had only enough time to close his eyes before what was left hit his cheek.

The professor slowly relaxed, breathing hard. He opened his eyes, moving his hand from Cid’s hair and petting gently, a silent apology for pulling so hard. “Sorry,” he said quietly, noticing the mess on Cid’s face. “I tried to warn you.”

Wiping the back of his hand across his face, Cid shrugged. “Ah, well. Guess it was gonna happen,” he said, grimacing a little when he realized exactly how much of the warm fluid was on him. “Least it worked.”

Vincent leaned forward, wiping Cid’s face himself. He smiled gently, tilting the blond’s chin up to share a soft kiss. “Amazing,” he whispered.

Kissing back, Cid smiled against the other’s lips. He had thought maybe he had done things wrong, especially with how long it took him to get as far as he did, but Vincent did come so he had to have done something right. Pushing himself away, Cid looked off to the side and licked his lips a few times. “Tastes weird,” he commented with another little grimace.

Vincent chuckled quietly. “It’s an… acquired taste.”

“I guess so.” Leaning up on his knees again, Cid reached over and grasped his abandoned tea cup, downing the rest of the lukewarm drink. “Little better,” he said as he settled back down.

Vincent leaned back against the couch, blowing some hair out of his face. He smiled slowly. “I could return the favor,” he said, giving Cid a suggestive look.

The blond raised a brow. “Ya sure? I mean, ya just did it earlier an’ I dunno about you, but I can’t see doin’ it more’n once a day.”

Vincent blushed a little, but his smile didn’t fade. “I, um… I actually enjoy doing it.”

That somewhat stunned Cid and he frowned a little. “Ya do?” He glanced down, finally just shrugging and smiling a bit himself. “To each his own, I guess.”

Smiling a little more, Vincent reached for Cid’s hand, tugging gently to get him to come closer. “So is that a yes?”

“Could be,” Cid replied, his tone a little suggestive to match Vincent’s expression. He moved a bit closer until his legs hit the couch, Vincent’s thighs resting next to his sides.

Vincent leaned forward, putting himself just out of kissing range. “Only ‘could be?’” he asked with a tiny smirk.

“All right, fine.” Pushing himself up more, Cid nipped at the professor’s lips. “I wantcha to.”

“Then I want to,” Vincent whispered, nipping back. “Switch places?”

Cid smirked, but stood and flopped onto the couch next to Vincent. “Sure thing. Knees were startin’ to hurt anyway,” he said.

Vincent slipped to the floor, kneeling in front of Cid and sliding fluidly between his legs. He ran his hands over the blond’s thighs, glancing up at him from under thick black lashes. Spreading his legs as warm hands passed over them, Cid watched the other. He leaned back against the couch, one arm draped over the back of it with the other settled on his stomach. Now that he wasn’t so focused on making Vincent feel good, he remembered his own persistent erection, which was begging for attention as fingers teased up his thighs.

Glad to see that Cid was still quite ready to go, Vincent leaned forward, giving a teasing nip to the inside of the blond’s thigh through the thick fabric of his jeans. Tipping his head against the couch, Cid raised a brow. “Just gonna tease me now? That’s kinda harsh,” he mumbled quietly.

“You look so good when I tease you,” Vincent responded, smirking a little and nipping at the denim again. One hand rose, delicate fingers sliding over the rather prominent bulge at the blond’s groin.

“Oh, I do?” Cid asked slowly, the words even more drawn out by his accent. His eyes followed Vincent’s fingers as they moved, entranced and curious about the professor’s intentions. He already knew the basics, knew them first-hand actually, but Vincent obviously was capable of much more than he was.

Vincent pressed his palm against the hardness beneath it, rubbing gently as he reached with his other hand to undo the fastenings to Cid’s pants. He didn’t let his hands discontinue their contact with the blond’s body, sliding them up to his hips and tucking his fingers into a pair of belt loops. Glancing up, he tugged a little, hinting at what he wanted.

Lifting his hips, Cid drew in a breath. Vincent definitely knew how to make himself wanted, especially when in the position he was in. Shivering a bit as his pants slipped from the tugging, the blond held himself up to help the other get rid of the jeans. Vincent pulled at them, freeing Cid to the air. He leaned back, taking the jeans all the way off and pushing them aside before returning to his light, teasing touches, trailing his fingers up one thigh, and his lips up the other.

Another quick breath permeated the blond’s lips and he tipped his head to the side more to watch the dark head disappear between his thighs. The hand resting on his stomach slowly moved to settle on the professor’s head, petting in much the same way Vincent had done to him.

Nuzzling at the spot where the blond’s leg connected to his hips, Vincent kissed the soft skin there. His right hand slowly dragged up Cid’s other thigh, moving to start a series of long, slow strokes to the student’s erection. He pressed his cheek against Cid’s leg, watching the way his hand moved over the heated flesh, and how Cid responded.

Cid’s hips shifted as the touches began. He was anxious to feel more but didn’t want to push Vincent when the other had been so patient with him before. Besides, he figured that the professor knew just what he was doing, down to the tiny teasing kisses near his hip.

Vincent used his stroking hand to gently pull Cid down, lifting himself a little to meet him with his lips and tongue. He gave a slow swipe over the head with his tongue, tasting salty precome. A shaky breath made it from Cid’s mouth as he continued looking down, eyes locked on Vincent. He wondered if it had actually felt the same to the professor when he had been down there, but another brush of a warm tongue over his length made him forget his thoughts.

Slowly, Vincent slid Cid’s erection into his mouth, flattening his tongue and letting it lead the way on the underside. Shifting his hips without meaning to, a quiet gasp slipped from Cid’s lips. Vincent’s mouth was hot, his tongue putting just the right amount of pressure on just the right places and making him want to squirm from the sensations.

Vincent pulled back, keeping his lips around the tip before slowly going back down, taking even more of it in. It didn’t take long for him to feel Cid slide against the back of his tongue, and he swallowed, the motion in itself almost sucking the blond into a waiting throat. Cid breathed out a whispered curse, trying hard not to shift his hips forward anymore. He remembered how careful Vincent had been about that, realizing that it would probably hurt or even be dangerous to force him to take more than he could in one try. His fingers curled to tangle in the dark strands, pulling gently.

The professor moaned a little, pressing even further until his nose hit the hard muscle that made up the lower portion of Cid’s stomach. He swallowed a few times before pulling back just enough to take a breath and repeating the process. Another curse drifted into the air as Cid tugged harder, trying to urge Vincent to move faster. He was slowly forgetting about everything but the mouth around him and the burgundy eyes that he caught every once in a while when he glanced down.

The soft pulls at his hair made Vincent moan again, taking the hint and speeding up his movements. He kept them rhythmic and deep, liking the feeling of being the reason that the blond’s control was slipping. That control was becoming harder and harder to keep track of and Cid found his hands clenching tighter as a chilled nose brushed the base of his stomach repeatedly. His head tipped back and blue eyes slipped closed as he let out a short moan.

Encouraged, Vincent swallowed again, pulling back a little to hum lowly and create a little bit of natural vibration. He closed his eyes, using his tongue to put pressure on the thick vein traveling the length of the underside of Cid’s erection, knowing it was a sensitive pressure point.

“Ah, fuck,” Cid hissed out, his fingers clenching hard and pushing the dark head closer. The vibrations were driving him crazy and he gasped as they steadily kept going.

Mentally smiling to himself, Vincent relaxed his throat and lowered his jaw, letting Cid help move him. He knew Cid was close, so he stepped up his treatment even more. Using his grip on the silken locks of hair, Cid tried his best to direct Vincent’s motions. His thighs trembled a bit as he fought to not thrust deep within the warm throat like he wanted. Vincent moaned again as he pushed down, pressing hard against the blond’s length with everything he had. He wanted Cid to come undone, and he wanted to be the reason for it.

A loud moan let the professor know exactly how close Cid was as the blond arched his back, losing the control he had over himself and burying deep within Vincent’s throat. Yanking hard, he wanted the pressure to continue until he couldn’t take it, a low moan freed from him as teeth just barely scraped his length.

Vincent swallowed again to keep his reflexes from kicking in. He slipped his hands under Cid’s legs, scratching down the outsides and moving his head a little. Arching again, Cid gasped and hissed out another soft curse as he was pushed over his limit, his orgasm hitting him hard. Vincent pulled back a little, enough to swallow in time to keep himself and Cid clean. He took everything the blond offered, not even minding the hand still in his hair.

Cid was shaking by the time he came down, his fingers aching from where they had been clenched so tightly in Vincent’s hair. The dark head was still between his thighs where he had held it, trying to get every single little sensation he could. Every sweep of Vincent’s tongue over his length made Cid shiver and he slowly released his grip on the professor’s hair, letting his hand fall to his side as he panted for air. When he trusted himself, he opened his eyes and looked down, a lazy smile on his face.

Slowly letting Cid slip from his mouth, Vincent licked his lips, smiling back. He laid his head on the blond’s knee, sighing contentedly. Sighing as well, Cid let his hand rise again, this time to stroke slowly over Vincent’s head. “So ya really enjoy doin’ that?” he asked quietly, still slightly breathless.

Vincent nodded, not moving his head from Cid’s knee. His soft smile didn’t disappear as he gazed up at Cid, enjoying the petting. The blond shook his head in slight disbelief, a smile on his lips. He supposed he shouldn’t complain since he enjoyed having Vincent giving him head. There was no need to chase him off just because the blond thought it strange that Vincent enjoyed it. “Ya gonna sit down there all night?” he asked with a little jerk of his head, indicating the empty spot next to him on the couch.

Smiling more, Vincent slowly crawled up into Cid’s lap, straddling him and leaning to kiss him softly. Settling his arms loosely around the professor’s waist, Cid tipped his head to accept the kiss, a warm, lazy feeling overcoming him. Comfort filled him and he broke the kiss to let out a soft sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes contently.

Vincent followed him back, kissing a soft trail down his neck. He slid his fingers into the blond’s hair again, petting gently as his lips explored and appreciated. A satisfied sound rumbled in Cid’s throat as he pressed his palms against the small of Vincent’s back, his fingers following the curve of his backside. “Feel like ya melted me,” he said softly.

The professor smiled over Cid’s skin, still leaving soft kisses. “Is that a good thing?” he asked softly, running his fingers through soft blond hair.

The older man chuckled. “Yeah, definitely a good thing. Don’t mind it at all.”

Vincent trailed his way back up to Cid’s lips, leaving a slow, lingering kiss. “Good, then.”

Smiling, Cid moved his hand to slide his fingers through Vincent’s hair a few times, letting it rest on the professor’s nape. He scratched idly as his fingertips rested there, the soft skin warm beneath his hand. Vincent’s chest felt tight as he sat there, pressed close to Cid. He leaned forward again, brushing a soft kiss over the blond’s lips and shivering, goose bumps rising where Cid’s fingers were scratching. He could feel his stomach flip flop a little with every touch, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to understand it. He knew he was starting to develop strong feelings for Cid, and it scared him a little, but the thought of ending it and never seeing the blond again was nothing short of terrifying.

Breaking the kiss with a sigh, Cid let his nose brush Vincent’s. “So…” he mumbled, a shiver running through him as he realized how chilly it was without clothes and evaporating sweat on his skin.

Vincent bumped his nose against Cid’s in return. “So…”

“Ya wanna move somewhere? Kinda, ya know… little cold down here.” Inclining his head toward the fire, he kept speaking softly. “Warmth’s all the way over there so it’s not doin’ a whole lot…”

“We could move closer to it if you want.” Vincent tilted his head to start another trail of kisses over the blond’s jaw. “Or we can move wherever you want to.”

“Dunno. Just thinkin’… somewhere a little warmer.” Tightening his hold on Vincent’s waist, the blond tipped his head to receive the kisses easier.

Feeling his chest get a little tighter, Vincent lowered his voice to a soft whisper as he lightly slid his lips over the slightly roughened skin of Cid’s chin. “Anywhere you want…”

Feeling his chest get a little tighter, Vincent lowered his voice to a soft whisper as he lightly slid his lips over the slightly roughened skin of Cid’s chin. “Anywhere you want…”

Another shiver made Cid tremble, though it was Vincent’s doing that time. “Your house though.” Dipping his head down, Cid nipped at the professor’s lips. “So you should decide, not me,” he said with a little grin.

Pressing a brief kiss to Cid’s mouth, Vincent lingered there to speak. “The fire is nice… We can lay out blankets or something.”

“Hmm… sounds good to me…” Their lips brushed as he spoke and Cid felt unwilling to move even though he was still colder than he would have liked.

The professor gave one last slow kiss before reluctantly pulling away. He got to his feet, smiling a little and stepping back to give Cid room to stand as well. Following closely, Cid stood and slid his arms back around the professor’s waist. He wasn’t quite sure what Vincent had in mind, but he was willing to see.

Enjoying the arms around him, Vincent pulled Cid closer, starting to move back towards the fire. The fire made shadows dance over the professor’s skin and Cid smiled softly as he watched the random patterns shift. It was warmer near the hearth and he shivered as his chill began to be melt away.

Vincent smiled again, slowly slipping out of Cid’s arms. “Wait here,” he said, and turned to walk across the room to an armoire, opening it and pulling out some thick blankets. He filled his arms, turning and nudging the door closed with his foot before going back to Cid and dropping the blankets on the floor. Lifting one, he took the corners of it and tossed his arms up, letting it flutter to the floor in a wide sweep. He gestured for Cid to do the same, smiling.

Taking hold of a blanket, Cid draped his out over Vincent’s. When it landed, he frowned at it, not so happy that instead of landing flat, it more or less crumpled in several places. Huffing lightly, he knelt down and began pulling the largest of the creases out, smoothing the fabric down to match the other blanket.

Vincent chuckled, lowering himself to his knees and crawling onto the fluffy fabric. He lay on his back, reaching for Cid’s hand and sliding his fingers around it, tugging gently. The blond settled close to him, bracing himself on his hands, placed on either side of the professor just under his arms. He smiled, slowly lowering himself until he could press a quick kiss to Vincent’s lips. He felt comfortable as the fire flickered beside them, the warmth quite welcome by him.

Vincent looked up at him, smiling softly. Half his face was illuminated to a pale orange from the firelight, casting softly moving shadows on the other half. He bent one of his arms to touch Cid’s biceps, letting his fingers dance a little over the soft skin. Cid lowered himself again, shifting so his nose brushed along Vincent’s chest. He felt like he should be saying something, but words just seemed out of place as he sighed quietly. His lips just barely touched shadowed skin and he hummed his satisfaction.

Vincent stretched himself out a little more, still smiling. Everything around him felt warm, and he could do nothing but relax completely. Glancing down and making sure he wasn’t going to hurt Vincent, the blond laid himself out next to the professor. Resting his head on his folded arm, he let his eyes close with a small smile.

Vincent tilted his head toward Cid, still smiling and relaxed and happy. “This is nice,” he commented quietly.

“Mhmm,” the blond mumbled, draping his other arm over Vincent’s side to pull him closer. “Definitely nice.”

Smiling more, Vincent pressed closer to Cid, sliding flush against him. He closed his eyes, resting his head near Cid’s so he could feel the blond’s soft breaths against his skin. Also smiling lazily, Cid buried his nose in Vincent’s hair and inhaled. The soft scent he caught calmed him immensely and he had to fight not to yawn. “Gonna make me fall asleep here, ya know,” he said quietly, tucking his hand under Vincent’s side.

“That’s perfectly fine,” Vincent said, kissing the blond’s collarbone softly. He sighed as well, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin.

The blond chuckled quietly, breathing out into the dark locks of hair. “It’s fine, huh? So ya wouldn’t mind if I just kinda passed out here usin’ ya like a teddy bear or somethin’?”

Vincent smiled, leaving another gentle kiss. “That sounds wonderful, actually.”

“It does?” Another little chuckle sounded as Cid tucked the professor closer against him. He had never been a big cuddler, but there was just something about how they were lying there, the fire flickering and washing heat over them, that made him drowsy. He just wanted to fall asleep with Vincent in his arms. If it hadn’t felt so comfortable and good right then, he would have laughed at himself for thinking such things. “Huh. Guess it wouldn’t hurt…”

Vincent slid his arm around Cid’s waist, rubbing his back gently and getting more comfortable. He found his eyes slipping closed and he smiled more, happy with the coziness emanating from the blond.

Sighing contentedly, Cid tipped his head so his lips brushed against Vincent’s forehead. “Might actually end up fallin’ asleep, after all…” he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible as he felt himself starting to drift off.

“Still fine,” Vincent said, just as quiet.

A soft smile crossed Cid’s lips as he let out another breath, the comfort he felt wrapped in taking over and making his mind feel fuzzy. He was finally overtaken, his hold never loosening as he dozed off. Vincent continued to rub Cid’s back, gradually slowing as he also drifted closer to sleep. His last almost-incoherent thought before slumber claimed him was that wanted Cid’s arms around him, always.