Be friendly

Be friendly


Author: Yorda


Summary:AU fic, takes place in a normal senior high. Squall's the bullied one, and Seifer the popular one. A story about
the two of them forming a relationship of some sort ^_^


Rated: NC-17


Warning: yaoi, AU, OOC, fluff, smutty sex


Couple: Seifer/Squall


Diclaimer: Sadly none of the characters of FF8 are mine, but belong to Squaresoft


Status: Complete


Chapter 15


"I'm bored. Can't we have some fun already?" Seifer whined and glanced at Squall with a sullen look on hace.ace. Squall was too lost in the book he was reading, failing to hear the older boy's proposition. Seifer sighed audibly, his narrowed eyes fixed on Squall, hoping to get his attention with staring. The brunette simply turned the page and leaned closer to the table where all his school books lay scattered. "Hey! Earth to Squall! You've been doing that for hours now! What about me?!" Seifer complained, knowing he was being a bit childish and selfish.


"I have to do my homework." Squall commented, his eyes still on the book. "And so should you." he added and finally raised his face, giving Seifer a meaningful look. The blonde turned to look at the TV remote control in his hands, suddenly, at the mention of doing homework, finding it very interesting. Squall gave a little smile and picked up a pen to underline some parts from the school book. "I'll be done soon. Just watch TV or something while I read this last chapter." the brunette suggested and lowered his gaze back to the book that lay on the small table.


"Fine..." Seifer muttered and leaned back in the old, worn velvet sofa. He stretched his long legs and let his eyes travel around the basement. He could hear steps through the ceiling, coming from the kitchen which was right above them. "Quistis and Charlie are home..." Seifer informed and glanced at Squall. The brunette mumbled something in reply, and Seifer was pretty sure he hadn't really even heard him. 'How can Squall spend hours doing homework!? He does that every day! He's such a little, geeky bookworm...' Seifer thought inwardly as he watched Squall. 'And I love him for that.' the blonde added, a gentle smile tugging his lips upwards. He and Squall had been together for three weeks now, and the basement was where they usually spent their time, since the younger boy was scared of Jaws, the good old watch-dog of the Almasy family. And since Seifer usually had football practise after school, evenings were the only time they could spend together.


It had been a relief for Seifer, when that night in the swing, he found out that Squall returned his feelings. It had made things so much more simple, and now they were together, though no knewknew about it. Not even Quistis. But Seifer was pretty sure the girl at least suspected something. She had almost caught them kissing at least a dozen times, and the looks Seifer received from her only supported his idea. No one at school knew about them either. Not even about their friendship. Seifer was afraid it would only cause more trouble, if Mike and the rest of the bullies saw him spending time with Squall. The blonde started and blinked his eyes, when Squall closed the book with a loud slam.


"Okay, I'm done." he informed and turned to look at Seifer. "So, what do you wanna do now?"


Seifer met Squall's eyes, a mischievous smirk spreading to his lips. "I get to decide?" he asked with a pleased voice, arching his brows. Squall gave a nod, a shy smile on his lips. Seifer changed his position on the sofa and motioned for Squall to come closer. "Come here..." he whispered. Squall did what he was told and crawled closer, his face suddenly serious.


"Remember that Quisty and Charlie are upstairs and-" Before he could finish his sentence, Seifer pulled Squall into his arms and silenced the younger boy with a kiss on his lips. Squall sighed and allowed himself to relax, almost immediately returning the kiss. Seifer lowered himself down on the sofa, so that he was lying on his back, Squall on top of him. He twined his hand around the brunette's neck, his other hand clenching in Squall's long strands. The kiss was slow and enjoyable. Seifer let out a throaty moan as he felt Squall's tongue slide against his. The younger boy had become an incredible kisser. At firs, he had been hesitant and a bit unresponsive, letting Seifer show how things were done, but as time passed, Squall had grown more confident and skilful. He now seemed to know exactly what Seifer enjoyed, and what turned him on.


Squall was slowly rocking his hips against Seifer's, noticing how they were both getting aroused. As the kiss grew more intense, Seifer let his hands roam down Squall's sides, feeling the lean body underneath the sweatshirt the brunette wore. As he slid his hands underneath the garment, his fingers feeling the skin, Seifer noticed the kiss suddenly became stagnant. As the blonde traced the long scar on Squall's stomach, his other hand tugging the shirt up, the younger boy was still, his lips merely pressed against Seifer's.


"What's wrong, Squall?" Seifer asked and pulled back, wanting to see the look on Squall's face. The brunette sat up in Seifer's lap, his legs parted, avoiding Seifer's gaze, a small blush of shame now adinading to his cheeks.


"N-nothing---nothing is wrong." he mumbled, tugging his shirt down. Seifer narrowed his eyes, looking confused.


"Yes, something is wrong. Squall, why do you always do that?" the blonde asked. He cupped Squall's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.


"What?" the younger boy asked, trying to look like he had no idea what Seifer was talking about.


"You know what." Seifer said, his voice firm. When he saw the look on Squall's face, however, his own features softened and his voice took a more gentle tone. "Whenever I try to remove any clothing, you get all---tense." Seifer explained. Squall was avoiding his gaze, the blush on his cheeks deepening. "Are you scared or something? 'Cause if you are, I've told you, you don't have to be. I won't force you into anything. Just tell me when to stop and I will." the older boy spoke, feeling a little sting of quilt somewhere deep inside, remembering what had happened in the gym hall all those weeks ago. Hesitantly Squall met Seifer's eyes and sighed.


"I-I guess I am--scared a little..." the brunette admitted, but Seifer knew that wasn't all. He didn't say anything, but he guessed Squall was also still a little ashamed of his body, and especially the huge scar on his torso.


"Well, I promise you I won't hurt you." Seifer said, giving Squall a reassuring smile. The brunette let out a sigh of relief and smiled back.


"O-okay... I trust you, Seifer." Squall said, finally feeling himself relax again.


"So, I can remove your shirt now?" Seifer asked, raising his brows, wanting to be sure Squall was okay with it. The younger boy still seemed to be a bit hesitant, but finally gave a nod. With this, Seifer leaned closer and brought his hands down on Squall's waist. He made the brunette stand on his knees. Slowly Seifer began to concume the shirt upwards, until Squall was finally forced to lift his hands up, so the garment could be removed completely. The blonde quickly pulled his own shirt away and threw them both on the floor. He returned his attention to Squall and let his eyes wander on the brunette's now bare torso.


Squall closed his eyes when he felt Seifer's hands caress his skin. A small gasp escaped his lips as fingers brushed over his nipples, causing them to harden almost immediately. "S-Seifer... We shouldn't..." Squall whispered hoarsely. Even if his mind was telling him it wasn't safe to do anything in the basement, his body was unable to resist the caresses. "Quisty could come--down here--and--- Ahh..." Squall moaned, when Seifer's lips suddenly closed around his left nipple. The blonde smirked, Squall's reaction pleasing him. Squall's hands clenched in Seifer's short, golden hair, almost unintentionally forcing the
older boy to go lower.

Seifer smiled inwardly, knowing what Squall obviously wanted him to do, even if Squall himself didn't realize it. He leaned back and brought his hands down to slowly unbutton the brunette's jeans. Squall opened his eyes and glanced down. "What are you doing, Seifer!? We're not alone, and the door's not locked and- " Squall was unable to continue, his mouth hanging open, his breathing suddenly shallow. Seifer had managed to pull his jeans down and was now holdiis sis stiffening member in his hot grasp. As Seifer gave a firm stroke, a high-pitched sound escaped from Squall's lips, sounding like a little puppy dog's whine. Seifer chuckled, unable to hold it back. The brunette had closed his eyes and was biting his lower lip to suppress any more sounds from escaping his mouth.

Seifer could feel the erection in his grasp swell and harden even more. He licked his lips and moved down to kneel on the floor. "Seifer!" Squall screamed, immediately forcing himself to quiet down. His eyes were wide and fixed on Seifer, who was now sucking him. It felt wonderful and new; a hot and wet suction wrapped around his hard cock. "A-ahh!" Squall sighed and gripped Seifer's shoulders, feeling the older boy's tongue gently touch the slit of his cock.

As Seifer moaned around his throbbing erection, Squall was unable to hold back the moans that were escaping his lips. "S-shit---I can't---keep quiet..." the brunette breathed, biting his knuckles as Seifer increased the suction upon his arousal. The blonde could taste Squall's excitement on his tongue, as it swirled around the tip of the hard cock in his mouth. Squall was now gripping his shoulders so tightly, his nails dug into Seifer's skin, probably leaving red marks. Seifer realized the younger boy wasn't able to suppress the moans anymore, and was gonna reach his climax soon. He sealed his lips around the beating arousal more tightly, preparing to swallow everything Squall was gonna give.

"I can't---I can't hold it!" the brunette whimpered, gritting his teeth. "I'm gonna--ahhh!" Squall's mouth dropped open, his grip on Seifer's shoulders tightening, as a wave of ecstasy made his whole body quiver. Seifer felt the hot rush of Squall's release fill his mouth, some of it trickling down from the corner of his mouth, even if he tried hard to swallow every drop. He used his hand to milk everything out, then drew back. Squall was watching him with a content look on his face, his cheeks flushed and forehead glistening with sweat. Seifer smiled and licked his lips, then helped Squall pull his pants back up.


"Did you enjoy that?" the blonde whispered and climbed back up to the couch. He lay down on his back and watched as Squall came to lie between his parted legs.


"Much..." the brunette whispered, smiling happily. He lowered his face and pressed his cheek against Seifer's belly, somewhere around his navel. The little friction was enough to make Seifer gasp. Squall blinked his eyes as he felt the hard bulge press against his Adam's Apple. "Seifer! You're still hard!" he exclaimed, realizing how selfish he had just been. Seifer had given him his release, and Squall had just ignored Seifer's need.


"Would you--like to help me with that?" the older boy asked hesitantly, his need for release showing on his face. Squall gave a nod, but looked a bit helpless.


"H-how am I gonna--I mean, what am I supposed-" Squall didn't have to finish his sentence. Seifer took Squall's hand in his own and guided it between his parted legs. He gave a reassuring smile, feeling how the younger boy's hand was slightly trembling.


"It's easy..." Seifer whispered and pressed Squall's palm against the hard bulge between his legs, this causing him to let out a throaty moan. He used his own hand to guide Squall for some time, then withdrew it, knowing the brunette could do it on his own. Seifer closed his eyes, feeling nothing but bliss, as Squall kept rubbing his hard member through the clothing. The blonde was biting his lower lip, having a hard time preventing himself from moaning aloud.


"M-my jeans... Unbutton them. Now... I can't take it anymore!" Seifer whispered, his jeans feeling too tight already. Squall gave a nod, even if Seifer's eyes were closed, and with nimble fingers, unbuttoned the trousers, watching how the hard cock sprang up, finally freed. Squall was slightly taken aback, this being the first time he saw Seifer naked, if you didn't count some of the times when they had showered together after gym class. But still, he had never seen him this closely. Squall blinked his eyes, blushing a bit. The tip of Seifer's erection was gleaming. The brunette used his index finger to trace the veins on the swollen shaft, watching it twitch from the contact. He glanced up and gave Seifer a questioning look, but
realized the older boy had his eyes closed.


'Do I take it in my mouth? Or stroke it?' Squall asked himself, feeling unsure.


"Squall, please! Touch it..." Seifer finally moaned from above the brunette's head. Squall blinked his eyes and finally twined his fingers around Seifer's already weeping arousal.


"Mmmhh... that's it..." the blonde sighed as Squall began to hesitantly stroke him. "Y-you can do it a little harder..." he told the younger boy, feeling the need to explode. Squall obeyed and squeezed harder, feeling wetness make his fingers slick. With every stroke, a new bead of pre-cum formed, then trickled down the long shaft. Seifer was rocking his hips up into Squall's fist, his eyebrows drawn together. Then, when he drew near release, he brought his knuckles into his mouth like Squall had done, and bit hard to suppress the cry when he finally shot his release all over Squall's hand. The brunette blinked his eyes and watched his hand, covered with the white, hot essence. He raised his face to meet Seifer's eyes. The blonde was breathing hard, looking content and spent.


"You were wonderful, Squall..." Seifer breathed, a weak smile on his lips. Squall raised his brows and blew a few strands of hair from his face.


"Was I really?" he asked and watched as Seifer slowly buttoned his jeans. The blonde gave a nod and glanced at Squall's hand, still covered with his release.


"Can't you tell?" he chuckled and gave Squall a piece of paper from the table. The brunette wiped his hand, and was about to lean in for a kiss when there suddenly was steps, coming down the stairs.


"Yo! Squall, you there?" Zell's voice called from the upper end of the stairs, coming down. "Quisty said you'd be here and told me to come down and-" The blonde went silent in the middle of his sentence. All he could do was stare. Both Squall and Seifer were sitting on the couch, as far away from each other as possible, both rigid as a board. Squall's hair was a mess and Seifer was wearing his shirt upside down. When Zell had finally recovered from the shock of seeing Seifer Almasy with his best friend, he blinked his eyes and fixed his narrowed eyes on Seifer.


"You!" he hissed, his eyes shooting knives. "What the hell!?" Zell exclaimed, then turned to look at his best friend, the look on his face suddenly alarmed. "Squall! He didn't hurt you, did he?" Squall didn't have time to answer when Zell was already giving Seifer his death- glare. "What's this? Some new evil scheme to torture and humiliate us? What are you doing here, Almasy!? You blackmailing him? Threatening him?" the younger blonde questioned. Seifer blinked his eyes, looking bewildered, still taken aback by Zell's sudden appearance in the basement and, now the fierce attitude.


"Come on! Out with it, you damn bully!" the blonde boy was balling his fists, looking like he was getting ready for a fistfight. Seifer glanced at Squall, who was as dumbfounded as he was, then got up from the sofa and opened his mouth to speak. "Oh no you don't! You don't have your pack of muscled monkeys here with you, so don't think you can try anything fishy. It's just you now. And I'm taking karate these days, so I can defend myself! And Squall can stand up for himself, too... but of course, that you already know." Zell warned, the tone of his voice mocking towards the end of the sentence. Seifer frowned, feeling a slight blush rise on his cheeks. He didn't want to be reminded that Squall had given him a black eye. Even if he deserved it, Squall hitting him had been a knock on his pride. Zell was about to continue, but Squall stood up from the couch and motioned for Zell to be quiet already.


"Zell, that's enough." the brunette said with a firm voice, meeting Zell's confused eyes. "Seifer's not here to threaten me or anything. He's here because--because, umm... We're friends now." Squall explained, knowing it was better to say they were only friends. Even that seemed to come as a shock to his friend, who was now speechless, staring at him in disbelief. Telling Zell that he was dating Seifer would have probably given the blonde a stroke.


"Friends? With him?!" Zell finally seemed to find his voice again. "Squall, he's one of them! You're--you're siding with the enemy here?!"


"They're not my friends anymore." Seifer informed, receiving another death- glare from Zell.


"I can't believe this..." the short blonde grumbled. Squall gave him an apologetic look.


"I'm sorry, Zell---that I didn't tell you earlier. But I knew how you'd react, so I decided not to say anything just yet... But understand that even if I'm friends with Seifer, that doesn't mean you're not my good friend, too." the brunette spoke, sounding regretful. "Can't you guys just get along? I--I don't want to lose either of you..."


Zell looked defeated. He sighed and eyed Seifer. "So... We're friends with him now?" Zell spoke as he walked to stand before Seifer. Squall watched them with a hopeful look on his face. The taller blonde raised one brow and looked down at Zell, who was still looking a bit skeptical. "I'm gonna be straight with you, Almasy. I never liked you, but since Squall here, who happens to be my best friend, seems to be suffering from some mental disorder, and wants to be your friend, I guess we'll just have to get along."


Squall was holding his breath, surprised to see that Zell was so accepting, considering the fact that Seifer and his former friends had made his life a living hell for so many years. A smile spread to Squall's lips, as he watched Seifer offer to shake hands with Zell and make peace. Zell narrowed his eyes, but finally, thought somewhat reluctantly, shook hands with Seifer.


"Okay, from now on we'll get along... Pal." Seifer said, a smirk on his lips. Zell narrowed his eyes and yanked his hand back, then turned to face Squall.


"I don't know what you see in this guy, but since you're willingly spending time with him, I guess he's not all bad." Zell spoke and received a pleased smile from his best friend. Squall felt relieved, though a part of him still reminded him that Zell didn't know the full truth about him and Seifer, the thought of his friend finding out making Squall's stomach turn upside down.




-To be continued-