Sweet Cowardice
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
747
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6
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Written By: Fox
Notes:
I do not own the lyrics to or the song “The Freshmen”. Verve Pipe does. T^T
Lemon in the middle of this chapter. *sips glass of lemonade*
Lyrics are in *...* Lyrics have been minorly changed to fit the gender basis.
~*~
By the time Squall was able to pick himself up off the floor of his office he was on the verge of suicide. His self loathing knew no bounds, and he was sure that anyone in their right mind would have been able to tell that now was not the time to approach the commander about anything.
As soon as he found his feet Squall started walking. He didn’t have any one specific place in mind, but anywhere would have been a good start as far as he was concerned. His boots tapped the carpet leading to the elevator dully as he moved. He entered the small space and pushed the 1st floor button with all the strength and vigor of a man a hundred times his age.
As it stopped he stumbled back, having to catch himself on the railing before the doors opened. He blinked out at the main entrance to Balamb, and he dragged his feet as he slowly stepped out. He glanced around himself and sighed before heading down the steps and to the right. He stopped in front of one of the many fish shaped fountains and looked up at it, his eyes questioning the statue as if it held some great answer to his all consuming stupidity.
Unfortunately either the fish didn’t know or it didn’t want to tell. Squall glared at it menacingly before moving on, finding himself headed down the hallway toward the infirmary. He stopped midway, his body feeling more like lead than flesh as he turned on his heel and began to walk back out and toward the main hall.
He groaned quietly when he saw Zell headed toward him and immediately wished he hadn’t come out of the corridor.
“Yo Squall, what’s up? I heard that something bad happened up in your offices. I didn’t know Irvine could get so mad!” Zell said as he bounced around Squall on his toes.
To his credit, Squall didn’t punch Zell. Instead he merely shoved him out of his way and into the odd moat that ran around the center of the main halls.
Zell sputtered as he surfaced from the cold water and looked after Squall in shock as a couple other students did the same. Squall merely glared at anyone who came close, and continued down the halls and to the dorms.
When he entered the dorms he found Irvine laying back on the couch, his arms behind his head, and his bootless feet propped up on the other arm of the couch. The cowboy barely moved on his entrance. He walked quietly to his bed and kicked off his boots, not caring that they went under it. He laid out on the bed tiredly and closed his eyes.
Irvine looked toward him and slowly got up padding over to the bed and sitting beside him, his weight shifting the bed to make Squall’s hips dip with it. Squall opened his eyes and looked up at him angrily.
“Why the hell did you want this prize anyway?” He grumbled.
“You offered it.”
“You know what I mean Kinneas.” he snapped.
Irvine nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. But my reasons are mine aren’t they?” he asked defensively.
That’s when Squall knew. Irvine was in the same exact boat he was in, emotionally at least, about this.
*When I was young I knew everything
And he a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice*
Irvine ran a hand over Squall’s covered chest, his fingers splaying over the muscled chest hidden by the ever present white t-shirt. He moved to crawl onto the bed, kneeling beside him.
“I wanna collect.”
Squall nodded. “I figured you would.”
He sat up and let Irvine slide his jacket off and couldn’t completely suppress a tiny shock of a shiver as he felt the calloused fingertips run over his stomach and up to rub his chest under his shirt. In a moment the shirt was gone and Squall found himself being shoved back roughly.
‘This is what I deserve.’ Squall thought as he looked down at Irvine, his breath caught in his throat as he watched the emotions play out in Irvine’s eyes.
*I can't be held responsible
Cause he was touching his face
I won't be held responsible
He fell in love in the first place*
Irvine ran his hands over the muscled, creamy skin, enjoying the feeling of his skin against Squall’s. He couldn’t count how many times he’d dreamt of being able to do this to Squall. But this wasn’t right. This wasn’t how he’d dreamt of it.
He moved his hands down to Squall’s pants, undoing them with a quiet determination. Even if it was just sex this time around, so what? He’d have a new trophy.
*For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen*
Squall watched Irvine’s motions become jerky with his raging emotions. He looked away and reached down, undoing his own pants and pushing them off his hips before reaching to Irvine and starting to undress the cowboy.
A leather trench, followed by a shirt and pants with chaps crumpled off the bed to tangle with Squall’s own clothes on the floor. No need for this to be hard.
Squall’s own hands ran over Irvine’s body, undoing the ponytail and letting it fall like a silky curtain over them. He leaned up and whispered into Irvine’s ear to relax as he brought his hands down to his bottom and gently pulled him up some.
*My best friend took a week's vacation to forget him
His boy took a week's worth of valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says*
Irvine complied and let Squall pull him up until his cock was near Squall’s mouth, his bottom very gently resting on Squall’s chest. Squall pulled him so that he was on all fours over Squall’s mouth, his cock dangling down to Squall’s lips.
Without any hesitation Squall brought his mouth up, steeling himself for the worst as he let his tongue flick out to lick at Irvine’s tip before he brought the whole thing into his mouth. He relaxed his throat to let the starting to harden organ slip into it, and he found himself slightly surprised at the near lack of taste. It merely tasted like flesh, the scent slightly musky as he buried his nose in the auburn curls at the base of Irvine’s cock.
Irvine’s head snapped back, his eyes closed as he felt Squall slowly start to suck him. He gently pressed down some, his hips wiggling just barely as he tried to keep himself in control. He didn’t need to do anything apparently. Squall wanted to handle it all.
*I can't be held responsible
Cause he was touching his face
I won't be held responsible
He fell in love in the first place*
Squall groaned and sucked, his body starting to react on it’s own. He slid a hand down to between his own legs, touching himself slowly, teasing himself to his own hardness. He shivered under Irvine and slowly pulled back, releasing Irvine from his mouth. He gently pushed Irvine’s hips back, leading him back and down so that they were face to face again.
“Need... to get the... stuff.” he muttered between pants. Irvine nodded and reached into the side table, pulling out a small tube of lubricating jelly and a condom. He handed the items to Squall and moved to kneel beside him. He got on all fours, then lowered his chest to lay flat on the bed, his head resting on his arms on the bed. This made his hips raise and his back hollowed out for easy access.
Squall unconsciously moaned in his excitement at Irvine’s pose.
*For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen*
Squall moved to kneel behind Irvine as he squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Carefully he introduced his fingers to Irvine’s entrance one at a time, making sure that Irvine was completely comfortable with the width before removing them.
Irvine groaned at the loss of Squall’s fingers and impatiently repositioned himself, wagging his bottom gently in search on something to replace the missing digits. The sound of Squall opening the condom wrapper and slipping it onto himself stopped his impatient motions and he held still when he felt Squall’s hand on his left hip.
*We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say*
Squall kneeled behind Irvine, his cock in hand as he rubbed the tip against Irvine’s entrance, letting the condom tip become coated in the excess lube before he gently pressed forward. He bit his lip as he watched the tip force itself slowly into Irvine’s entrance before it seemed to click as the head was gently swallowed by Irvine’s body.
Irvine felt his muscles give as his body began to accept first the head and then the shaft of Squall’s cock. He groaned and pressed back gently to try to rush Squall’s progress and found himself listening to Squall’s pleasured moan.
“More.”
*I can't be held responsible
Cause he was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
He fell in love in the first place*
Immediately Squall felt himself being squeezed and he couldn’t help gripping Irvine’s hips tighter in his lust. He pressed roughly forward, his hips rocking and rubbing to press as much of his cock into Irvine’s body. He groaned in time to Irvine’s pants and felt himself draw almost completely out before sliding all the way back in.
Irvine shuddered under him, his body clutching at Squall’s length as the other moved. He moaned as a thought hit him.
Squall was being careful with him.
His eyes widened as he realized this and he felt himself nearly collapse in pleasure as Squall hit his prostate. Could it be the reserved gunblade expert really felt something for him?
*For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen*
A mere thirty minutes into their pleasure Squall felt himself on edge. He reached around and began stroking Irvine with one hand as the other gripped the sharp shooter’s hip with bruising force. He began to let himself go uncontrolled, his hips slapping roughly against the round soft cheeks of Irvine’s ass, the other man begging desperately under him for more.
He slammed in deeply suddenly as sparks ignited behind his closed eyelids, his body tense as it continued to move slightly over Irvine to force the last bits of his cum out of his body. Beneath him Irvine was in a similar situation of his own, his cum split liberally over Squall’s bed.
*We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
We were only freshmen*
Slowly Squall relaxed his death grip on Irvine’s hip, his body shaking as he pulled back and out of Irvine. He collapsed backwards, letting his body unfold to lay on his back, his head resting over the edge, and his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted for air.
Irvine, in similar straits, collapsed forward, letting his body fall flat onto his tummy. He groaned in sated bliss, his face pressed into Squall’s pillow.
“...I need a shower.” Squall moaned from his place. Slowly and shakily he rose from the bed, finding his feet as he headed for the bathroom. On his way he reached down and slid the condom off, tossing it into a nearby waste basket.
Irvine nodded and watched him leave, groaning as a slight tinge of pain ran up his spine. When Squall wanted to ram it in, he could. He rolled onto his back and slowly sat up, looking toward his things. He forced his body to work despite it’s lack of desire to do so and began to pull out the boxes that had been used to move his things into Squall’s room.
When Squall came out of the shower he found Irvine finishing taping up the last box of his things. He nodded toward the shower and Irvine nodded in return.
When Irvine got out of the shower he found that Squall had changed his bed sheets and was laying under the covers, one side of the bed open. Irvine walked over and climbed into the bed.
Without a word the two snuggled together tightly, and Squall found himself gently petting Irvine as Irvine softly nuzzled his chest before going to sleep.
~*~
End of the chapter.
Written By: Fox
Notes:
I do not own the lyrics to or the song “The Freshmen”. Verve Pipe does. T^T
Lemon in the middle of this chapter. *sips glass of lemonade*
Lyrics are in *...* Lyrics have been minorly changed to fit the gender basis.
~*~
By the time Squall was able to pick himself up off the floor of his office he was on the verge of suicide. His self loathing knew no bounds, and he was sure that anyone in their right mind would have been able to tell that now was not the time to approach the commander about anything.
As soon as he found his feet Squall started walking. He didn’t have any one specific place in mind, but anywhere would have been a good start as far as he was concerned. His boots tapped the carpet leading to the elevator dully as he moved. He entered the small space and pushed the 1st floor button with all the strength and vigor of a man a hundred times his age.
As it stopped he stumbled back, having to catch himself on the railing before the doors opened. He blinked out at the main entrance to Balamb, and he dragged his feet as he slowly stepped out. He glanced around himself and sighed before heading down the steps and to the right. He stopped in front of one of the many fish shaped fountains and looked up at it, his eyes questioning the statue as if it held some great answer to his all consuming stupidity.
Unfortunately either the fish didn’t know or it didn’t want to tell. Squall glared at it menacingly before moving on, finding himself headed down the hallway toward the infirmary. He stopped midway, his body feeling more like lead than flesh as he turned on his heel and began to walk back out and toward the main hall.
He groaned quietly when he saw Zell headed toward him and immediately wished he hadn’t come out of the corridor.
“Yo Squall, what’s up? I heard that something bad happened up in your offices. I didn’t know Irvine could get so mad!” Zell said as he bounced around Squall on his toes.
To his credit, Squall didn’t punch Zell. Instead he merely shoved him out of his way and into the odd moat that ran around the center of the main halls.
Zell sputtered as he surfaced from the cold water and looked after Squall in shock as a couple other students did the same. Squall merely glared at anyone who came close, and continued down the halls and to the dorms.
When he entered the dorms he found Irvine laying back on the couch, his arms behind his head, and his bootless feet propped up on the other arm of the couch. The cowboy barely moved on his entrance. He walked quietly to his bed and kicked off his boots, not caring that they went under it. He laid out on the bed tiredly and closed his eyes.
Irvine looked toward him and slowly got up padding over to the bed and sitting beside him, his weight shifting the bed to make Squall’s hips dip with it. Squall opened his eyes and looked up at him angrily.
“Why the hell did you want this prize anyway?” He grumbled.
“You offered it.”
“You know what I mean Kinneas.” he snapped.
Irvine nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. But my reasons are mine aren’t they?” he asked defensively.
That’s when Squall knew. Irvine was in the same exact boat he was in, emotionally at least, about this.
*When I was young I knew everything
And he a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice*
Irvine ran a hand over Squall’s covered chest, his fingers splaying over the muscled chest hidden by the ever present white t-shirt. He moved to crawl onto the bed, kneeling beside him.
“I wanna collect.”
Squall nodded. “I figured you would.”
He sat up and let Irvine slide his jacket off and couldn’t completely suppress a tiny shock of a shiver as he felt the calloused fingertips run over his stomach and up to rub his chest under his shirt. In a moment the shirt was gone and Squall found himself being shoved back roughly.
‘This is what I deserve.’ Squall thought as he looked down at Irvine, his breath caught in his throat as he watched the emotions play out in Irvine’s eyes.
*I can't be held responsible
Cause he was touching his face
I won't be held responsible
He fell in love in the first place*
Irvine ran his hands over the muscled, creamy skin, enjoying the feeling of his skin against Squall’s. He couldn’t count how many times he’d dreamt of being able to do this to Squall. But this wasn’t right. This wasn’t how he’d dreamt of it.
He moved his hands down to Squall’s pants, undoing them with a quiet determination. Even if it was just sex this time around, so what? He’d have a new trophy.
*For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen*
Squall watched Irvine’s motions become jerky with his raging emotions. He looked away and reached down, undoing his own pants and pushing them off his hips before reaching to Irvine and starting to undress the cowboy.
A leather trench, followed by a shirt and pants with chaps crumpled off the bed to tangle with Squall’s own clothes on the floor. No need for this to be hard.
Squall’s own hands ran over Irvine’s body, undoing the ponytail and letting it fall like a silky curtain over them. He leaned up and whispered into Irvine’s ear to relax as he brought his hands down to his bottom and gently pulled him up some.
*My best friend took a week's vacation to forget him
His boy took a week's worth of valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says*
Irvine complied and let Squall pull him up until his cock was near Squall’s mouth, his bottom very gently resting on Squall’s chest. Squall pulled him so that he was on all fours over Squall’s mouth, his cock dangling down to Squall’s lips.
Without any hesitation Squall brought his mouth up, steeling himself for the worst as he let his tongue flick out to lick at Irvine’s tip before he brought the whole thing into his mouth. He relaxed his throat to let the starting to harden organ slip into it, and he found himself slightly surprised at the near lack of taste. It merely tasted like flesh, the scent slightly musky as he buried his nose in the auburn curls at the base of Irvine’s cock.
Irvine’s head snapped back, his eyes closed as he felt Squall slowly start to suck him. He gently pressed down some, his hips wiggling just barely as he tried to keep himself in control. He didn’t need to do anything apparently. Squall wanted to handle it all.
*I can't be held responsible
Cause he was touching his face
I won't be held responsible
He fell in love in the first place*
Squall groaned and sucked, his body starting to react on it’s own. He slid a hand down to between his own legs, touching himself slowly, teasing himself to his own hardness. He shivered under Irvine and slowly pulled back, releasing Irvine from his mouth. He gently pushed Irvine’s hips back, leading him back and down so that they were face to face again.
“Need... to get the... stuff.” he muttered between pants. Irvine nodded and reached into the side table, pulling out a small tube of lubricating jelly and a condom. He handed the items to Squall and moved to kneel beside him. He got on all fours, then lowered his chest to lay flat on the bed, his head resting on his arms on the bed. This made his hips raise and his back hollowed out for easy access.
Squall unconsciously moaned in his excitement at Irvine’s pose.
*For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen*
Squall moved to kneel behind Irvine as he squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Carefully he introduced his fingers to Irvine’s entrance one at a time, making sure that Irvine was completely comfortable with the width before removing them.
Irvine groaned at the loss of Squall’s fingers and impatiently repositioned himself, wagging his bottom gently in search on something to replace the missing digits. The sound of Squall opening the condom wrapper and slipping it onto himself stopped his impatient motions and he held still when he felt Squall’s hand on his left hip.
*We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say*
Squall kneeled behind Irvine, his cock in hand as he rubbed the tip against Irvine’s entrance, letting the condom tip become coated in the excess lube before he gently pressed forward. He bit his lip as he watched the tip force itself slowly into Irvine’s entrance before it seemed to click as the head was gently swallowed by Irvine’s body.
Irvine felt his muscles give as his body began to accept first the head and then the shaft of Squall’s cock. He groaned and pressed back gently to try to rush Squall’s progress and found himself listening to Squall’s pleasured moan.
“More.”
*I can't be held responsible
Cause he was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
He fell in love in the first place*
Immediately Squall felt himself being squeezed and he couldn’t help gripping Irvine’s hips tighter in his lust. He pressed roughly forward, his hips rocking and rubbing to press as much of his cock into Irvine’s body. He groaned in time to Irvine’s pants and felt himself draw almost completely out before sliding all the way back in.
Irvine shuddered under him, his body clutching at Squall’s length as the other moved. He moaned as a thought hit him.
Squall was being careful with him.
His eyes widened as he realized this and he felt himself nearly collapse in pleasure as Squall hit his prostate. Could it be the reserved gunblade expert really felt something for him?
*For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen*
A mere thirty minutes into their pleasure Squall felt himself on edge. He reached around and began stroking Irvine with one hand as the other gripped the sharp shooter’s hip with bruising force. He began to let himself go uncontrolled, his hips slapping roughly against the round soft cheeks of Irvine’s ass, the other man begging desperately under him for more.
He slammed in deeply suddenly as sparks ignited behind his closed eyelids, his body tense as it continued to move slightly over Irvine to force the last bits of his cum out of his body. Beneath him Irvine was in a similar situation of his own, his cum split liberally over Squall’s bed.
*We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
We were only freshmen*
Slowly Squall relaxed his death grip on Irvine’s hip, his body shaking as he pulled back and out of Irvine. He collapsed backwards, letting his body unfold to lay on his back, his head resting over the edge, and his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted for air.
Irvine, in similar straits, collapsed forward, letting his body fall flat onto his tummy. He groaned in sated bliss, his face pressed into Squall’s pillow.
“...I need a shower.” Squall moaned from his place. Slowly and shakily he rose from the bed, finding his feet as he headed for the bathroom. On his way he reached down and slid the condom off, tossing it into a nearby waste basket.
Irvine nodded and watched him leave, groaning as a slight tinge of pain ran up his spine. When Squall wanted to ram it in, he could. He rolled onto his back and slowly sat up, looking toward his things. He forced his body to work despite it’s lack of desire to do so and began to pull out the boxes that had been used to move his things into Squall’s room.
When Squall came out of the shower he found Irvine finishing taping up the last box of his things. He nodded toward the shower and Irvine nodded in return.
When Irvine got out of the shower he found that Squall had changed his bed sheets and was laying under the covers, one side of the bed open. Irvine walked over and climbed into the bed.
Without a word the two snuggled together tightly, and Squall found himself gently petting Irvine as Irvine softly nuzzled his chest before going to sleep.
~*~
End of the chapter.