A/N: Well, there won't be a sex scene in this chapter because I wanted to work more on the story and on the development of their relationship. Sorry, if it disappoints any of you, but I'm a slave to plot.
Luck on His Side
Chapter 2
Squall opened his eyes and saw only darkness for a while. Somehow, there was something different in the place... It smelled different and it felt different from... home. He blinked a few times as his eyes started to adjust to the small amount of light. A sudden sense of uneasiness woke up in him... He wasn't in his room... he was in someone's else room. Looking beside him on his bed, Squall saw a blond sleeping soundly. It was Seifer's room. He remembered he had left the nightclub with the man he didn't know much of and they had... sex.
And then...
What would happen then?
Should he just leave? Or should he stay until the blond woke up? Squall had never been through this kind of experience to know what to do...
Squall tried to lift himself off the bed as carefully as he could not to wake up Seifer. He was thirsty. Walking carefully not to bump into anything, he found his way to the kitchen without difficulty. He opened the refrigerator's door and searched for a bottle of water. Then he tried to find a glass on the cupboard. While he drank the water, he thought it was a little awkward to be walking around in someone else's place and helping himself without having given the permission. Of course, he knew that a glass of water wouldn't be a problem... but...
Maybe it was something else... Maybe he was a little nervous.
When he went back into the room, he looked through the window and saw it was still dark outside. Maybe he had no other option than sleeping again... He walked back to the bed and lay carefully beside the blond. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on sleeping. However, he found it difficult to sleep again... And he only was able to do so when the first rays of the sun showed up on the sky.
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Seifer woke up and yawned. It was so good to be on the bed. It was so nice to sleep and wake up late on a Sunday. He was so hungry, but he didn't want to get up just yet... What would he do when...
Hm... Squall? He opened his eyes and looked beside him. There was a brunet on his bed. A very sexy brunet on his bed. Oh yes, that was great. He inspected the boy's sleeping face and smiled. His hair was even more unruly than it used to be and it took all the strength Seifer had not to brush his hand over the dark locks and mess it a little more.
After staring a little more, Seifer finally decided it was better for him to eat after all. He got up from the bed as carefully as he could, took a quick shower and headed to the kitchen. The blond wondered if he had food enough for two... or if he had any food at all. When he opened the fridge he saw some eggs and cheese, so an omelette seemed a nice option. He was in the middle of his cooking when he heard some noises coming from his room.
"Squall?" he asked tentatively. After some silent moments he heard a small affirmative answer. He walked to the room and found a pair of confused blue eyes staring at him. "The food will be ready soon, you can take a shower before it. There's a clean towel somewhere in the bathroom." He was almost turning back to see how his omelette was doing when he saw a strange look on Squall's face. "Something's wrong?" he asked in confusion.
"No." Squall kept staring at him strangely.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Nothing..." Squall hesitated for a moment. "It's just that... You always cook naked?"
Seifer looked at the brunet face and couldn't surpass a small chuckle. "Yeah... Sometimes." He smirked. "Is there a problem?"
"No."
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen... Hm... Do you want me to put some clothes on?"
"No... not really."
Seifer smiled and walked back to the kitchen. He heard the sounds of the shower in the bathroom, while he finished cooking. When he finally set the dishes on the table, he saw Squall entering the kitchen. He had an adorable look on his face, with his hair darkened by the water, falling messily over his face. There was only one problem...
"Do you always eat with your clothes on?"
"Hmm... yes." Squall glared at him. "Is there a problem?"
Seifer motioned for the boy to take a seat. "Of course, there is." He smiled when he saw the boy sitting and glaring at him. "Just kidding." The blond handed Squall a fork and a knife. "I think you'll like the omelette. It has some chives on, it adds a good taste."
Squall cut the fluffy piece of food and tasted it... It was... "Good. It's very good."
"I know it is," Seifer said with his mouth full. "I'm really proud of it. Hmm... I'm not showing off or something... It's just that when I started cooking it wasn't so good, but now it's a lot better."
Squall nodded and continued eating silently.
"Do you want something else?" Seifer asked. "Something to drink... I have some beer..."
The brunet looked up from his dish. "I don't..."
"Oh yes, you don't drink. I have..."
Water... Milk... "Some juice... I think..." He stood up and opened the fridge's door. "Ah, I have some orange juice..."
"It's fine..." Squall saw Seifer serving him. "Thanks." He stared at the blond as he got back to his food. He was being so good to him. Was he always like that to everyone? Or was it just...
"I'd offer some dessert if I had..." Seifer poked the rest of his omelette with a fork in frustration. "We can go out to buy some..."
Suddenly, Squall stopped eating. "Wait..." He looked a little alarmed.
"You don't eat dessert?" Seifer asked with incredulity.
"No. I mean, yes, I do. But... What time is it?"
"Hm..." Seifer picked his cell phone. "Half past noon."
"Shit, I have to go." Squall stood up.
"Hey, wait." Seifer stood up too. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be late to a rehearsal."
"You have rehearsal on Sundays?"
"Yes."
"Oh..." Seifer was a little frustrated... He had other plans for his Sunday... Plans that involved him in bed with a certain brunet.
"I... Thank you for the omelette."
"Will it take long?"
"Some hours."
"All afternoon?"
"Yeah... I guess so."
"You keep playing for this long?"
"No... It's just that... It's a little far from here."
"Hm... If I had a car I'd give you a lift there." Seifer was a little frustrated in admitting he didn't had a car.
"It's okay..." Squall said. "I'll just take a bus."
Seifer stared at the brunet. He didn't want it to be like this! Just when he had the chance to be with the boy he was obsessing over... "Can I go with you?"
Squall was taken aback by the question. "Why do you want to go with me?"
"Okay! I won't!" Seifer said angrily.
The brunet was even more surprised by that reaction. "It's just that... Maybe you'll be bored just watching."
Seifer stared at the confused expression on the brunet's face and tried to calm himself down. "I like rehearsals."
Squall blinked a few times. "Okay... You can come with me."
The blond stared at the brunet intently for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"Yes..."
"Okay..." Seifer went to his bedroom. "I'll go get dressed."
Squall sighed deeply and looked around as he waited, but then he remembered something and... "Hm... Seifer?"
"Yes?" Came the shout from the bedroom.
"And the dishes?"
"Just leave them on the sink."
"Okay..." Squall headed to the kitchen and put the dishes on the sink. When he came back to the living room, Seifer was already there and dressed. He wore a pair of dark denim pants, a plain whit T-shirt and a black jacket. Seifer was dressed in a very casual way and there was nothing that really caught someone's attention in the clothes he was wearing but... even so, he looked so handsome. When he closed the distance between them, Squall felt his heart beating faster.
"Ready?" Seifer asked.
"Yes..." Squall stared at the blond opening the door. "Hm... Seifer?" he asked when they were going down the stairs.
"Yes?" The blond looked beside him.
"Ah..." Squall saw the intense green eyes staring at him. "The omelette was really good."
Seifer arched one eyebrow and smirked. "You said that already."
"Yeah... Becaus it was good."
"You're not very good in small talk, are you?"
Squall frowned and looked away. "Whatever."
Seifer chuckled. "So, where are we going?"
"The bus stop in front of Eden."
"We won't have to walk much then."
"Just when we get out of the bus we have to walk some blocks."
They arrived the bus stop and waited silently. The streets were almost deserted and the place was very silent. It was the opposite of what happened in the nights. When the bus arrived, Seifer got on first and paid for the two tickets, without giving Squall time to protest. He walked towards the back and took the seat by the window. Squall sat beside him and couldn't help himself from blushing slightly when he felt their shoulders and thighs touching. The boy avoided looking at the blond beside him.
I had sex with him, why do I feel nervous just by sitting close to him? Suddenly, Squall felt a hand on his thigh and he looked beside him. Seifer was staring at the window, but he had a smirk on his face. The blond kept caressing the brunet's thigh through all the way, until they reached their destination.
"Hey, I thought you wouldn't come!" Irvine said when he saw the brunet entering. When he saw the blond next to the guitarist, he smiled broadly. "I knew it. I just knew it when I saw you walking out together."
"Where's my guitar?" Squall eyed Irvine.
"You're baby is safe, don't worry. Nida is bringing it."
"They're not here yet?"
"They're late. You know, I thought of showing up late, because you all would be already here and I wouldn't have to wait. But you all spoiled my plans! I'm very disappointed at you!" Irvine made a face. "You're always the first to arrive..." He looked at Seifer. "But you have an excuse." He smiled. "Sex is always a good excuse." The boy extended his hand at the blond. "I'm Irvine. Irvine Kinneas. And yes, I've always been good-looking like that."
Seifer shook the boy's hand. "Yeah, okay. I'm Seifer."
"You're very good-looking." Irvine looked at Squall. "Can I take pictures of him and post on our site?"
Squall arched one eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because you know how our fans are. They love to see two guys together." He looked back at Seifer. "I'm not gay."
The blond stared at him. "Yeah... right."
"I just act gay, because the fans like it. So... if I hug Squall or something like that. It's not serious."
"You what?"
"Can I kiss him sometimes? You know, just on the cheek."
Seifer displayed a look of disbelief on his face. "No!"
"Geez, chill out, man." Irvine turned his back on them, but then faced them again and put his hands on his hips. "You know what? You're not his owner. He's free to do what he wants."
"But I don't..." Squall started, but was interrupted by a bouncing source of energy arriving when a small blond entered.
"Sorry, I'm late!" The boy shouted.
Seifer looked at the tattooed blond... And then blinked a few times. He had never had the chance to take a good look at him when he was playing, because he was always hidden by the drum set, but he could tell, he had seem him before...
"Chicken!" he yelled.
"Who called me that?" Zell's hands curled into fists instinctively.
"Chiken-wuss, no time no see." Seifer walked towards the other blond's direction. He remembered the kid from school. Zell was some years younger and it was so much fun to bully him.
"What are you doing here?" the tattooed blond asked incredulously.
"He's Squall boyfriend," Irvine said nonchalantly.
"What?" Zell looked at Seifer astonished. "Are you gay?"
The taller blond frowned at the boy. That was awkward. "No, I just have sex with guys."
"Ah... For a moment I thought you were gay..." Zell put the cymbals into place and... turned abruptly. "What did you say? You said you have sex with..."
"Don't worry, Chicken, I don't wanna get into your pants."
"What..."
"Sorry, guys, I'm late," A dark-haired boy arrived the place. "So, I brought your guitar..." Nida looked at Squall and then... looked at Seifer.
"Seifer, this is Nida," Irvine introduced the boy. "He's Squall's boyfriend."
"What...?" Nida asked incredulously.
"Guys..." Squall felt a headache coming. "Can we just start playing or something?"
"Alright, guys," Irvine said. "Let's move on. You all know Squall doesn't like to talk about his sexual life."
"Er... Thanks," Squall said sarcastically.
"You're welcome." Irvine smiled and started testing the microphone.
Seifer watched as the boys rehearsed. It took a while for them to really play anything, because they kept joking and they never agreed on which song they should start rehearsing. But when they really concentrated on it, Seifer realized they weren't bad. They were just inexperienced. Irvine didn't have a large vocal range, but he sang in tune for most of the time and he also had a certain charisma on stage that compensated for his weak points. Zell didn't have much skill but he had so much energy and he normally kept a steady rhythm, though he had a tendency to speed up the pace when he wasn't supposed to. Nida just played alright, he didn't really excelled in technique, but he made very few mistakes. The thing that made Seifer a little bored in watching Nida playing was that he lacked some enthusiasm and his skills were just plain. Squall on the other hand had the potential to make someone breathless while he played. He just did some very nice things and he could play things a little more complex. But he still needed a lot to learn... Maybe in time he could be a great musician.
"Okay, guys," Irvine finally said. "I think we're done for today."
"Yeah," Zell stood up. "I'm hungry!"
"We're going to Golden Saucer, what do you think, guys?"
"I think it's great" Zell's eyes sparkled, he just loved their hot-dogs.
"We're going too, right, Seifer?" Irvine asked the blond.
"Yeah... I'm in."
"Alright," Irvine looked at his friends unplugging their equipment. "We'll be waiting outside." He patted Seifer's shoulder. "Let's go."
The blond arched one eyebrow, but he followed the teen outside. The sun was shining weakly and it was almost dark.
"So..." Irvine asked after a moment of silence. "What do you think of the band?"
Do I have to lie? "It's okay."
Irvine gave out a small laugh. "Just okay? Alright, we're not the best yet, but soon we'll be a great band. Everyone will know us, I just feel it."
It's so good to dream big, isn't it? "I have great plans for our band," Irvine continued. "You know, I've always been a normal kid at school. I had some friends and some girls liked me, but not all the girls. I don't know why. I always knew I wasn't ugly, but the chicks just ran away from me sometimes. Then I just thought: if I'm famous, they won't run away from me. So I decided to have a band. Zell came from another school and when I went to talk to him, I found out he was starting to play the drums. I thought: 'It's a sign'. Then I just went asking everyone if they knew how to play anything and I found Nida played the bass. We had another guitarist but one day he gave up, he said we'd never be anything. I can tell you, it was the biggest mistake of his life. And you know what? Are you listening to me?" He looked at Seifer.
"Yeah... Go on." The blond looked behind him to see if Squall was coming.
"Do you think I was angry? No. I just said. Go on, you wanna go? I don't give a fuck. And then just some days later I found Squall walking the streets with a guitar case. I'd never imagine he played guitar. He was just the guy who sat there at the back and didn't talk to anyone. But then I looked at him and I saw potential. He had good looks and playing guitar is cool and so the chicks would like him better if they knew he was in a band. I talked to him and he just gave me that glare that told me to fuck off, but I didn't give up. I insisted and then he said he'd be in the band 'just for a while'. Guess what? It's been a year already. A whole year. Can you believe it?"
"Hm... Yeah." Seifer wasn't paying much attention to what Irvine was saying. Sometimes, Squall's silence unnerved him, but after meeting his friends... he realized he could deal with it better than listen to stupid teenagers with big dreams of fame. It didn't matter that once he had the same dreams, the past was the past, and what he wished, hadn't come true.
"We're ready now," Zell walked out of the studio.
Seifer couldn't help but feeling his heart race when he saw Squall walking out of the place... He felt so stupid for not being able to control his emotions, he should have grown up, he wasn't a teenager anymore...
Nida followed after Squall. He looked a little down and he had been like that through all the rehearsal. Seifer didn't know if the boy was always like that, but he guessed there was something wrong there. Something he wouldn't like to know.
"It's some blocks from here," Irvine told Seifer as he started to walk.
Zell hurried in front of everybody. "C'mon, guys, I'm hungry!"
The place was a colorful one, full of reds, yellows, greens and oranges. As soon as Zell arrived, he ordered his adored hot-dogs. Squall took a seat at the table and Seifer sat beside him. They ordered fries and hamburgers. Irvine talked about his plans to the next presentations while everyone ate.
"Hm..." Suddenly, after Irvine had finished talking excitedly, Zell eyed Seifer. "Are you really gay?"
"Hm... You've asked that already."
"Yeah, but... I don't understand, you used to go out with girls at school."
"Ah... Yeah, I did."
"It was jut to cover-up that you're gay."
Yes. "No... I was just seeing if I liked them."
"And then Squall is gay too?"
The brunet looked at him. "..." Maybe it had been a bad idea to bring Seifer there. He didn't like people talking about his life. If he had found an excuse...
"Just for me to know, is there any other gay person here?" He looked beside him. "Irvine?"
"No, man, I love women! I thought you knew that!"
"I don't know... I always thought you were suspicious..." Zell said innocently.
"Why?" Irvine glared at him.
"The make-up thing and the clothes and..."
"It's just for the concerts, it's an artistic approach."
"Okay... I got it..." Zell seemed to calm down a little, but then he looked at Nida. "You're not hiding anything too, are you, man?"
The boy hesitated for a moment. "No..."
"Good to know." Zell took a sip of his coke and then looked at Nida again. "You're quiet today."
"It's nothing." Nida looked briefly at Squall and stared down at the table... "I just... I think I don't feel that well. Maybe it's something I ate."
"Yeah, I know how it is. I feel it when I eat too much. But never with hot-dogs, they're always good to me." Zell looked at the precious food in his hand and ate the last hot-dog.
When all of them had finished, they walked out of the place and started to go back at the studio's direction. It was already dark when they reached Nida's car. He used to give them a lift back home, after their rehearsals. They had invited Seifer to go back with them, but his house was in another direction, so he preferred to go by bus. There were also the instruments and other things inside the vehicle so there wouldn't be much space left.
"We'll be waiting for you inside," Irvine told Squall as he entered the car.
Seifer looked at the brunet and they agreed silently to walk at a more reserved place.
"Hm... do you really need to go with them?"
"I have a test tomorrow..." Squall was a little ashamed... He thought it was foolish to say something like that but... "I need to study."
"Ah... Alright..." Seifer was a little nervous. "Give me your number." He picked his cell phone from his pocket.
Squall told him his number and then he asked for Seifer to give his too. The blond arched one eyebrow slightly and was about to ask something when...
"I was going to call you." Squall looked at him deeply. "Really. But after you gave me your number that night, Irvine bumped into me when he was drunk and spilled his beer on the paper... And the numbers were all blurred..."
Seifer saw the sincerity in the blue eyes and he touched Squall's arm to calm him down.
Then he laughed.
Squall stared at him with a confused look on his face.
"It's just that..." Seifer stopped laughing. "I thought you were ignoring me or something. I thought you didn't want me..." He sighed in relief. "You want me, don't you?" he stared deeply into Squall's eyes and made their lips touch. But he just stayed like that, seeing what the brunet would do.
Hesitantly, Squall put his hand behind Seifer's neck and kissed him softly. Then the blond warped his arms around his waist and pulled him forward, kissing him deeply. He had wanted to do that the entire day, but he didn't have many opportunities to be more intimate. Even though he wanted to continue like that all night, Seifer knew he had to stop, or he wouldn't be able to let the brunet go. He watched as the teen walked to the car's direction and wondered...
Will we see each other again?
