Sex Is...

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Sex Is...

UNFORGETTABLE

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I had kept a set of Squall's clothes after we slept together. I just HAD to make it known that my plan to steal Squall's clothes wasn't a complete failure. Of course, that failure had some very nice side effects. I gazed at Squall's beautiful figure from across the room and images of us together flooded my mind. VERY nice side effects.

"Seifer!" Quistis' voice snapped me back to reality. I was sitting in Quistis' dumb class, listening to her babble on about something stupid, while all I wanted was my sexy rival's dick. "Were you not paying attention? Where does the GF Ifrit reside?"

The damn question drew everyone's eyes to me. Including Squall's - a rarity, since he usually stared as his textbook throughout the class, never looking up for anything. Seemed like I wasn't the only one who didn't want to forget about that morning. I took the opportunity to momentarily have eye contact with him and to lick my lips, casually enough to not bring suspicion, but seductively enough to cause Squall's eyes to widen. But then I returned to my regular attitude and mumbled, "Fire Cavern" and leaned back to stare at the ceiling.

"Thank you, Seifer," Quistis stated in her stern teacher voice. Then she went on to lecture more about Ifrit for the next half hour.

The clock struck seven - it was an evening class - and I headed off for a quick bite to eat at the cafeteria. Just for necessity's sake.

Then it was back to my room, where I practically ripped my clothes off, not wanting to delay my plans any longer than I had to. I grabbed Squall's t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Damn, but this thing was tight! I knew Squall was smaller than me, but I didn't realize how much smaller than me he was. Well, it showed off my muscles pretty damn well - all the better to seduce Squall with. The jacket I put on next. It hugged my shoulders, but it wasn't so bad.

And then the pants. The leather pants that were already tight on him. I stepped into them, and easily lifted them up to mid-thigh. After that the going got tough. I squeezed all I could, tugged so hard I was afraid all I'd succeed in was ripping the pants, and finally got them over my hips. They grabbed everything - so hard I'm sure they were starting to cut off my circulation. No way in Hell was I even going to TRY to button them. Yes, the unbuttoned pants and the lack of underwear showed some of my pubes, but I strategically wrapped a belt around me that would cover those 'till Squall removed it. I managed the crisscrossing red belts all right. They didn't look nearly as good on me as they did on him, but they'd do.

I quickly stopped by my dresser to grab lube and condoms, and headed out the door.

The short walk to Squall's room was different than any time before. Not only was it physically different because I could hardly move in the tight pants, but emotionally, too. Never before had I gone to Squall's room for anything but to piss him off. I still wasn't so fond of his loner personality, and when I wasn't thinking about fucking him, I was thinking about fighting with him. But more importantly, I was wearing clothes I wouldn't ordinarily be caught dead in. I was felt as vulnerable and embarrassed as Squall must've felt when he made the ten-second walk to my room in a skirt.

I didn't have enough time to think anything but "Thank God nobody saw me" before I was knocking on his door.

"Just a sec," Squall's voice called out. A few moments later, the door opened.

Squall stood before me, water dripping off his bangs, running down his bare chest. And, God, those delicious wet abs. Around his waist was a white bath towel, wrapped snugly around him and hanging down to his knees. He blinked - droplets at the end of his eyelashes connected as his lids closed, holding his eyelids down for but a moment as he forced his eyes open again.

I shoved my way into the room and shut the door with one hand as the other wrapped around him. I brought my lips down to his.

"Don't," he said, turning his lips away from mine. "We said we'd forget about it."

I hugged him close to me with both arms now, his chest moistening my - or rather, his - shirt. "But we haven't."

He stood there in my arms a moment, then pushed away from me. "Get out," he said slowly, his voice starting bitter, but gradually softening into a whisper as his eyes scanned my body. Then he shook his head, placing his forehead in his hand. "You really went all out for me," he mused. He lifted his head, grabbed me by the belts, and pulled me towards him. Standing on his toes to bring his eyes to the same level as mine, he said, "If we're forgetting about it, this'll be our first time all over again." And in an instant, his mouth pressed to mine, hard. His lips parted as his tongue roughly forced my lips apart. Meanwhile, one of his hands reached towards mine, prying my fingers apart just enough to take hold of a condom.

When we broke the kiss, I breathed deeply and removed my jacket as I simply said, "I'm down with that."

At the word "down," Squall dropped to his knees as if the word were a command for him. His hands went straight to the belts and undid them expertly. He then tried to tug my pants down. They wouldn't go.

"Need help with that, Squally-boy?"

He responded by raising his middle finger to me as he struggled more with my pants. The fact that I had an erection coming on wasn't helping matters much, and watching the beautiful boy struggling REALLY wasn't helping. He then had his hands behind me, peeling the fabric off of my ass. I swear he intentionally gave extra contact as he worked his fingers around the hem. His hands returned to the front, slowly tugging the pants around my hardening cock - slow enough to make me moan, but quick enough that he managed to get them down before I got too hard. He grunted as he pulled the pants down my thighs and onto the floor. I stepped out of them, and then he shoved me, back against his door, legs apart.

Then he tortured me by slowly ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth. He took the condom out, and walked over to the wastebasket. One hand reached to the knot in his towel and undid it. It fell to the floor and he bent over, giving me a view of his amazing ass as he gently placed the wrapper in the basket. He turned around slowly and stood before me, naked. I held my breath at the sight. Although my hand was familiar with his penis, my eyes weren't. It stood erect, bobbing as he stepped closer and closer to me. When he was back to me, he sat back on his knees and set to the task of unrolling the condom. He unrolled it oh-so-slowly, his eyes focused on his work as if it were hard to do. Jolts of electricity shot up through my body as his fingers moved. I cried out, begging him to move faster. This only made him slow down.

When the condom was finally on, he took me by surprise by quickly grabbing the base of my penis with his hands and wrapping his mouth against the head. His tongue darted to and fro, tickling me. His lips then separated as he knelt lower, his entire body between my legs. He bent his head back and stuck his tongue out, straight up, and licked hungrily all along the underside of my shaft. I trembled, I panted. "Damn, Squall... This is unforgettable..." He continued to explore me with his tongue, slowly moving back, his hands grasping my thighs for support, until his tongue reached my balls. He licked them thoroughly as he inched his hands up until he was squeezing my cock, grabbing hard on my thigh with his other hand to keep his balance as he worked me to near insanity with his tongue.

By "near insanity," I mean "orgasm." My body shook as I pushed back into the door for support. The intensity of the moment faded, and I looked down at Squall. "I gotta do that for you," I said as I worked the condom off my now-flaccid penis and threw it away. "Here," I said, kneeling down to Squall's level, moving my head towards his crotch.

"No," he muttered, getting out from under me.

"Huh?" I asked, dumbfounded.

He answered me by reaching for the bottle of lube that had fallen on the floor and putting some on his hands.

"Oh," I said dumbly. But no way was I just going to sit there passively as he both blew me and fucked me. "Give me the lube," I said, stealing it from his hands. I dumped a glob of it onto my palm and rubbed it into my hands. "You can just sit there like a good little boy and let yourself get hard as fuck. 'Cause I'm giving you a show you'll never forget." With that, I reached one hand in front of me, reaching it down until my fingertip was rubbing against my asshole.

I slid less than an inch of my index finger inside of me and reflexively bit my lower lip. I pushed my finger nearly all of the way in and used it to put pressure on my opening. "Goddamn," I muttered as my middle finger squeezed in beside the index finger. My muscles clamped down hard against my fingers. If it was giving my fingers such a good time, I could only imagine what it'd do to that cock of Squall's I happened to have my eyes fixed on. I sank my fingers in further, working them around inside of me. My breathing grew hard and erratic as I pleasured and prepared myself.

"You ready?" Squall's voice was nearly a whisper. I nodded and pulled my fingers out. Squall climbed on top of me, guiding himself into me. He slowly pushed inside and licked at my neck as he began to push in and out.

The experience was uniquely Squall. Every thrust was hard and deep, as if he was putting his fucking soul into it. There was no rhythm to it - every stroke unexpected. What else could I expect from somebody as unstable and moody as Squall? He did let himself go somewhat - his usual perfect silence was replaced with a deep grunt at every thrust. And then he came - a more drawn out grunt.

I got up and reached for the clothes I'd come in with.

"They're mine," Squall said, pointing to the pants on the floor.

"I ain't going back naked."

Squall sighed. "Give me your room combo and I'll get your damn clothes," he said, the frustration heavy in his voice. "Dumbshit," he added.

I couldn't help but laugh. "You 'do it' with me then feel the need to insult me? You're like a fucking twelve year old making fun of your crush, Puberty Boy."

Squall rolled his eyes as he pulled a t-shirt over his head. "Whatever."

"And denying your feelings for me. Tsk, tsk." I ran a finger down my sweaty chest as I spoke, catching a lusty glance from the now fully-dressed Squall.

"You looove me," I sang, my hand dropping lower.

In an instant, he'd grabbed Revolver and put it to my throat. "I hate your guts, Seifer."

"But you love my ass."

He wasn't even going to TRY to deny that. A look of defeat washed over his face as he put down his weapon. "Just... give me your room combo so you can get the fuck out."

I decided I'd wait to continue the teasing until I was armed, since I now had proof that a good fuck wasn't going to make Squall any less of a prick. I gave him the combo, and he left and returned with some of my clothes within thirty seconds.

"Put 'em on and leave," he demanded, tossing the clothing to me. I obeyed.