Matchmaker, matchmaker

Chapter 19.

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Zell had been determined to watch the end of the film and no amount of neck biting from Seifer was going to deter him. Though at one point he had thought he had gone to bed with a vampire.

“I have to go see my ma tomorrow and I don’t think she’ll be very happy to see me covered in love bites.”

“At least she’ll know you have fun.”

He just made a noise in his throat and punched him on the arm.

Now standing in his mother’s doorstep Zell turned the collar up on his polo shirt, feeling a bit silly.

He never worn anything other than a t-shirt, Seifer said she wouldn’t notice the difference, well, maybe if she had gone blind.

The door opened and he held out the bunch of white and blue flowers, a ‘soften the blow’ bouquet not that he thought his mother would mind him having a boyfriend she did know he was interested in both girls and guys.

He had told her about the dating agency, not all the gory details…. Not that he had had gory details… maybe if it was a proper dating agency and not just a rubbish Selphie idea.

According to Seifer nothing said ‘I like cock sorry’ like a bunch of flowers. He wasn’t sure if that was sarcasm or not but knowing Seifer it probably was.

“Hi Ma!”

“Zell!” His mother almost killed him in a bear hug, squashing the flowers.

He sheepishly held up the battered blooms, she took them anyway with a grin. “They’re lovely.” She started to walk into the kitchen then turned and gave him a suspicious look.

“Not in trouble are you?”

Zell faked a hurt look. “No! I always bring you flowers.”

“The last time was when he told me you were bi…. Which wasn’t that much of a surprise…. Not gay this time are you?” She teased.

“No! But-”

“But-” She hinted.

“I… do have a boyfriend.”

She made a show of glancing around. “And you didn’t bring him in to meet me?”

“Well… very new boyfriend I don’t need you scaring him off.”

She made a clicking sound with her tongue. “I have been saying for ages that you need to find someone nice…. Is he nice?”

Zell paused. Hmmm, Seifer? Nice? Not something most people said then again he wasn’t most people.

He shrugged. “Yeah I guess.”

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Squall stretched and purred in contentment, arching his back a little.

Irvine chuckled from his place straddling Squall’s hips. “No wonder everyone calls you a lion, you’ve got to be some sort of feline.” He worked his hands over his lover’s tense muscles.

“If everybody knew they only had to rub your back to turn you into a pussycat they wouldn’t be so afraid of you.”

Squall lay face down and topless with his head pillowed in his arms. Irvine sat straddling his waist massaging his tense muscles. How Squall got so tense was a mystery to him, although he did have problems with normal everyday things like talking in public. He knew Martine had been giving Squall a hard time lately about running garden not being a game and maybe it was time to let the adults take over.

Martine could shove it up his ass, he was just jealous that Squall had gained the respect of thousands in his seventeen years, more than Martine had managed in his own forty three years.

He thought of Squall as a child, which angered Irvine. Bet he wouldn’t think that if he was on the receiving end of Lionheart.

The cowboy’s hands attacked a particularly tense spot on his lover’s back.

The brunette arched slightly with a groan. “Good.” He muttered.

Irvine smiled watching Squall melt, he liked reducing Squall to a relaxed puddle.

Although….

Irvine shifted, lifted his hips up slightly so his growing erection didn’t brush Squall’s skin. All this wriggling and moaning was doing nothing to help Irvine’s little problem.

Squall had his eyes shut now looking sleepy so maybe if he carefully got up Squall would just fall asleep and he could go in the bathroom and take care of his problem.

He quietly climbed over his lover while trying not to disturb the bed.

He managed to get up with both feet on the floor when Squall spoke to him without opening his eyes.

“Where you going?”

“Just going to have a quick shower beautiful, you go back to sleep.”

An eye opened and he smirked. “Irvine did you get a little too excited again?” His tone was playful.

“Well you know me darlin’ I couldn’t help it with all the wriggling you were doing.”

Squall blushed slightly, the bottom half of his face buried in a nest of his arms. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m just going to have a shower and take care of my friend down there.”

The brunette shook his head at the term, propping himself up on his arms before reaching out and pulling the cowboy nearer by the belt.

“You need some help with that?”

“I thought you were sleepy?”

“Nah.” He undid his lover’s belt and lowered the zipper, hand disappearing inside.

The cowboy closed his eyes as a warm hand wrapped around his erection, teasing light fingers ghosted over his stiff flesh.

Irvine groaned. “You keep that up sweetie and I won’t even make it to the shower.”

Squall sat up in one movement, using both hands to properly release his lover from his pants.

The cowboy’s eyes widened slightly as his lover breathed over the head of his cock, lips not quite touching him. It was unlike Squall to be this bold, Irvine usually had to be the one to make the first move and then in the middle of things he would get bolder.

Those lips and a hot mouth wrapped around the tip of his erection, Irvine bit his lip with a groan. His eyes slid shut for a second but he quickly opened them again to watch Squall. Those blue/grey eyes looked back at him as he slid forward, taking as much of his lover into his mouth as he could manage. He wrapped a hand around the base of his lover’s erection, falling into a rhythm. The cowboy slid his hands into his lover’s chocolate mop of hair, gently moving his hips in time while trying not to choke the brunette.

When he stiffened his hand unconsciously gripped Squall’s hair, causing him to wince and pull back a little though still swallowing every drop of come and cleaning his lover.

Irvine stroked the back of Squall’s head. “Sorry honey.” He said, about the hair pulling.

Squall lay back on the bed and Irvine flopped over him. The brunette squeaked slightly at getting flattened by his lover.

“Weren’t you going to shower?”

“Well I don’t have to now do I?”

“Oh, is that all you were going to do in the shower?”

Irvine grinned at him. “Yeah.”

“Move I want to get under the covers.”

Irvine followed him under and grabbed Squall around the waist, snuggling into his neck in a clinging sort of way.

“Wahh! What are you- I was going to go to sleep.”

“So am I.”

“You can’t sleep like that.”

“Watch me.”

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It was way past his bed time and he was thinking about sleeping over at his mother’s house or technically his house, as he still had a room there.

“Zell, are you going to stay? It’s a bit late to be heading back to garden isn’t it?”

Zell pulled his phone from his pocket. “I might unless I can get a lift.” He grinned at his mother and rang Seifer.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be phoning anyone, he’s probably asleep.”

Zell was slowly starting to learn that Seifer could be manipulated into doing things he wanted. For a start he was sucker for the big blue puppy dog eyes… well from Zell he was it didn’t work from anyone else. Selphie had tried and it didn’t work. He figured in a few weeks he’d have him completely wrapped around his little finger.

A sleepy voice answered the phone. “What?”

“Seifer?”

“Zell?” A shuffling sound followed. “What time is it?”

“Late, did I wake you?”

“Yeah, a little.” More shuffling. “Only on the sofa though…. What do you want?” He sounded suspicious suddenly as he was waking up.

“Seeeeiiifer…. Can I have a lift?”

Silence.

“Pleeeaaasse Seeeiifer you know you want to….“ He saw his mother smile and shake her head, he turned away from her as he added. “I’m make it up to you.”

The other man sighed down the phone. “Can’t you get a cab?”

“No money.”

“Walk?”

“But I might be eaten by something in the dark.”

Seifer scoffed but gave in anyway. “Oh fine but you owe me big-time.”

Zell grinned. “No problem.”

Seifer grunted.

“Thank you.” He added before he was hung up on.

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