Office Follies

Warning: oral, hand job, sexual tension
Notes: I’m so sorry for the bloody long wait!! I kept forgetting to update the nuisance but finally a review reminded me that it was a way too long time since I updated....

O know, one chapter won’t cover the agony but here’s 6 anyway...


6

Seifer arrived late to work the next day. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong that day. This wonderful day started with the straps to his bag breaking… From there, Seifer guessed, things had gone slightly better.

Griever had demonstrated his opinion in being manhandled to the neighbor by giving the blond reminders that would last for days across his hands. His landlord, or landlady, needed to change a bulb. Since she was 80+; Seifer didn’t have heart enough to leave her to her own device in getting on a chair and changing it. Something that should have taken ten minutes took thirty. Old people had a habit of talking your ears off.

Something had happened with the trains so the estimated delay was over two hours. Since Leonhart would kill him slowly if he was That late, Seifer called a cab. Except the driver spoke like two words in English and that was “come again?”

Once the, by now, uncharacteristically agitated, stressed and irritated blond stomped into the office he was almost two hours late. He felt dishelmed and sweaty and not at all in a state where he could calmly sit down by his desk. He had barely put down his bag and briefcase before the intercom called.

“In my office, now,” Leonhart ordered with a cold voice.

Instead of feeling the usual nervousness in facing his angry boss, Seifer felt his back teeth grind.

“Yes sir,” he still answered dutifully.

Almasy strode right in and hoped he’d manage his temper. The perfect man sat straight behind his desk and was correcting a stack of papers. Blue-grey eyes looked up with a disapproving look. However, a eyebrow rose and Seifer concluded he looked like he felt.

“What’s with the late arrival and the shirt outside your pants?” the man asked frostily.

Seifer looked down at said shirt and felt his teeth grind again.

“Traffic problems,” he excused and buttoned up the costume jacket to hide the shirt until he could correct it in a more appropriate place; like the toilet.

Of course, the brunet only arched a eyebrow again and put his fingertips together.

“Then leave home earlier or better yet, get a car,” Leonhart said with weight at the last.

Seifer wisely didn’t say anything, just nodded. Hyne, just let him go to his desk and cool off. For a moment it looked as if Squall was done, then his eyes narrowed.

“What happened with your hands?” he asked sharply.

Seifer looked down at them. He guessed it looked worse than it was what with the sticking-plasters and stuff. This time he did sigh.

“Cat problems,” he answered.

Squall stared at him. Then leaned forward on his elbows with a somewhat perplexed expression. Well, as perplexed a expression as the man could managed.

“Sorry, I have no solution for cat problems,” the brunet gave a small smile.

Seifer had to blink twice and look again at his boss. Had that just been a genuine joke?

“Was… that a joke?” he asked.

Squall waved his hand, suddenly seeming bothered.

“Go away and do your job,” he said but not without a hint of embarrassment at such a human slip.

Seifer smiled widely and made a mock bow before leaving. His boss had just made a joke. Oddly enough it made him feel happier already.

*****

By the time they were to leave the office, Squall was the one in a mood. The cab was late due to unforeseen road constructions which clogged the whole city traffic. Squall had no grievance with the cab driver, he was understanding. But as the man started to excuse himself and try to explain, Seifer was close to tell the man to shut up and not make things worse. As it was, Squall coldly asked the man if he was a chauffeur or a therapies because Squall had been certain he had called for a cab.

That silenced the man. The rest of the drive to the air port was beyond uncomfortable. To Seifer it felt like sitting beside a icicle with thorns. The secretary sighed silently and gazed out the window. It hadn’t quite registered with him yet that he was on his way to Dollet. He had, actually, never been that far from home. Dollet felt like some remote exotic place even though it was still the same continent.

At the air port Seifer took the bags without question. He wasn’t sure how Squall wanted things done but the blond guessed he rather had his hands full of bags than being forced to handle any tickets. By Squall’s expressionless face, Seifer couldn’t guess if he was happy with the arrangement or not. At least he didn’t say anything.

The air port was a huge, monstrous complex. Squall must have been there plenty of times before, because he charged ahead as if he both owned and lived in the place. Never before having witnessed the man in such a crowd, the blond was fascinated as he followed.

Even though the business man was mostly a head shorter than others and so lithe he could hid behind a streetlight, people seemed to divide around him like a school of fish. Squall didn’t once break stride even when they closed in on a dense crowd of people. He didn’t have to once pardon himself and ask to be let through. People just seemed to notice him and step aside. At moments it was so fascinating to watch that Seifer forgot where he put his feet. He also noticed that more than one person turned their head to gawk at the man.

As they turned in their baggage and checked-in, Seifer pondered what people was staring at. Squall wasn’t particularly oddly dressed, rather fashionably. He had his light brown trench-coat that hugged his forms like a outer skin. The belt tied around his midsection only showed how lean his waist and hips were. Seifer stared at the man as if Squall would suddenly turn around and tell him.

In profile the brunet was, Seifer had to admit, beautiful. With a straight nose, high cheekbones and a, for a man, oddly plump bottom lip, he had a very nice profile. Add the thick, chocolate bangs to whisper across the pale skin and you had model material. In truth, Seifer couldn’t find a single oddity in the man’s face. No dry skin or marks of old acne. As the grey-blue eyes turned to stare up at him, Seifer realized he had just been gawking like the rest. A nice, well formed eyebrow arched in question.

Seifer quickly shook his head and looked away. His face was burning again and his heart rate had picked up. He hadn’t just been ogling his own boss. Still his traitorous mind easily brought out the memory of that incident. Or rather those incidents, which easily made his breathing quicken together with his heart in a slight panic. He did not want to start blushing or worse in public. The whole confusing mess was enough to unsettle him and he did not want that.

So he promptly stared at anything but Leonhart as he followed the man to the gate. All his confusion was easily handled as he realized they was going to join the flight with Kouri. The confident, towering man stood idly by the gate. Legs spread, hands in expensive pant pockets. He had that smirk on his lips and it made every hair stand on the secretary. The dark eyes roamed the lithe brunet and it had suddenly a different meaning to Seifer.

Was Kouri, when he had that intense, scrutinizing look, imagining what the two of them had done in the office? In fact, when thinking about it, Seifer could see the lust in those dark eyes. Or was he just imagining things? Still he suddenly felt his teeth grind at the way the man looked the brunet over. As customary, the older businessman didn’t as much as look in Seifer’s direction.

“Well, you arrived in time,” the taller business man smirked.

Squall narrowed his eyes in a huff.

“Are we getting onboard or what?” he growled and the man just chuckled.

“Didn’t someone bottom out yesterday?” Kohoshi purred.

To Seifer’s confusion Squall hissed and elbowed the man hard enough to make Kouri grunt in pain. Stiffly Squall charged ahead and the blond had to follow since the brunet had his ticket. He was given his ticket before the nice girl at the gate asked for them. Squall didn’t leave them behind but waited for them to get through which also confused the blond.

What was he waiting for? Or did he believe Seifer would get lost on the very short one way walk to the airplane? As soon as he reached the stiff man, Squall started walking.

The plane was one of the small sized ones. They had, of course, seats in first class. However, the first class section was only twelve seats, lined together of three at each side, just like the second class section. The only difference, that Seifer saw, was the bigger room for his legs, the screens in the seats backs and the ability to flip the seat down so you could sleep in more comfort. Of course the first class was divided by a satin blue drapery.

Seifer didn’t have enough experience of planes that he could tell if it was good or not. It was a blessing though, to be able to stretch his legs even when sitting. He had gotten a window seat and Squall silently sat down beside him. However, beside Squall, Kouri sat down. Seifer had known there was something bad about three seats beside each other. At least he wasn’t next to the insufferable man.

“Been as far as to Dollet before, Almasy?” Kohoshi suddenly asked.

“No, not really,” the secretary answered truthfully.

It seemed to amuse the man who had that playing smirk on his lips.

“Then I assume you haven’t been to a spa resort before? It will be a nice change for a while,” the man purred.

One large hand had slid to the brunet’s thigh. It might have been a innocent gesture except it sent Seifer’s mind spinning with imagination and memories. Squall pointedly gripped the hand and returned it to where it belonged. It only made Seifer’s imagination worse and he was afraid he was blushing again. That, just now, hadn’t really been flirtation? Right? Spirits, in a airplane? Among other people?

“This is not a vacation, keep your head on your shoulders,” Squall growled.

Kouri only chuckled but settled down in his seat. Seifer busied himself with staring through the small window while trying to regain control over his erratic body. It was with, a never before used, force of will that he banished the erotic memories and saved himself the shame of a boner. It was disturbing how he seemed to be so transfixed by it. He simple couldn’t let it go, it was there in the back of his head all the time.

Seifer hadn’t flown before, and when the thing started moving all thoughts soon scattered. When the plane took off and his stomach was pressed against his spine, Seifer keenly remembered why he didn’t like carousels. He counted backward from hundred through the nightmarish take off. Before he reached fifty, the plane leveled out and the ache in his ears let up. The blond realized he was trying to crush the armrests in his hands and had to make a concentrated effort on easing the grip.

Squall suddenly lay his pale, nice hand across his and Seifer flinched. He looked down in calm grey-blue.

“You haven’t flown before?” the man asked curiously.

Seifer made a grimace that was supposed to be a smile. He eased his grips further.

“No.”

Squall nodded and his hand slowly retreated from Seifer’s.

“It’s the take offs and landings that is worst. Here, try and read some, it’ll distract you.” Squall handed him a business magazine.

Seifer didn’t want to point out that for it to be a distraction it ought to be at least a tiny bit interesting. He sighed silently. He hadn’t had mind enough to pack any magazines or the like for his hand baggage. There just hadn’t been enough time to think of such things. Now he had a 4 hours trip ahead of him with a… business magazine as entertainment.

Once they were allowed to take off the belt and the stewardesses started serving refreshments, a movie was rolling. A bad, already seen movie and most people gave it little interest. To the secretary’s surprise, Kouri shifted seat a fully empty row. He flipped the seat back and seemed to fall asleep the moment he relaxed. There wasn’t so much people in the first class, maybe six and the second class hadn’t been full either.

Didn’t Dollet have enough attraction for people or was it because it was a night-flight? The cabin lights were off but the passengers had individual lights to use. Most still seemed awake though. Seifer could understand. He was actually feeling abit envious at Kouri’s apparent eas in being able to sleep.

“He probably haven’t been sleeping since yesterday,” Squall suddenly said lowly.

Seifer blinked down at the man who slowly looked up. Was he a mind reader too? Or had he seen Seifer looking and just connected some dots. In either case the sharpness made Seifer shiver. He gave a faint nod of acknowledgment. He turned his attention to the window. Next time, on their way home, he was going to load up with a bundle of magazines.

*****

The blond glared out the window, still trying to crush the armrests. He was probably not aware of the tension in himself like Squall was. Squall was watching from the corner of his eye, keenly aware of every move. Their arms were brushing against each other slightly as well as their knees. As Seifer seemed distracted enough of the fluffy clouds and star filled sky, Squall felt more secure in opening looking at the man. He hadn’t truly gotten a good chance of studying the blond.

Squall was surprised to think the word noble. But it fit. In a profile the blond truly did have something noble about his face. It might be the sharp jaws or straight nose or the set of his eyes and forehead. The brunet stared unabashedly and counted to three or four different shades of blond in the short mass of hair. That too was surprising. He hadn’t really gotten such a good look before.

He looked away as the urge to touch the soft looking tresses started to get too much. Instead he eyed the rest of the man. It was a pity he didn’t have tighter clothes. As it was Squall could only imagine what he looked like underneath. He could very well imagine strong thighs and a flat stomach. He didn’t have to imagine the blond’s length since he had seen and tasted it already.

That delicious memory was enough to make him burn and his loins to tingle. Squall tore his gaze away as Seifer shifted. He opened the magazine again but as Squall had guessed the blond didn’t have any interest for it. He was also far to tense to even feint interest for any prolonged time.

“Why don’t you try getting some rest? Might distract you,” Squall suggested.

Seifer eyed him for a while, then shrugged. He turned off the lamp and eased back as if trying for it. Squall almost purred. It was far safer to study the man now and not having to worry about a showing boner for the stewardesses who walked passed them every now and then. However, the setting made Squall think naughty, forbidden thoughts. As so often with him, once the thought was there it was damn hard to resist it.

It would be so easy to reach over and touch, taste, smell. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the silly movie when he thought he had reached a breaking point. He didn’t see it though. Had Seifer been anyone else, he might have fooled around a little. Since the blond was so skittish, Squall didn’t want to make it worse. However, he promised himself, this trip would change things. On the way back he was damned and determined to be able to fool around if he so pleased.

Turbulence suddenly made the plane jump and so did the secretary. Those big hands were clutching the armrests again and the man was trying to look as if he didn’t feel bothered.

“It’s just turbulence. The chance of a airplane crashing is quite minimal,” Squall tried to sooth.

It didn’t go very well. He got a gaze that told him as much which only made him smirk. He couldn’t help himself. The sudden chance was there and since he had never been one to idly sit by sudden chances, his hand slipped over. The secretary stiffened into a statue as Squall let his hand travel over the big hand and down to one of the tense legs.

His loins throbbed at the feel of the rock hard muscle under his hand. Truly rock hard. Sure, Seifer was tensing the thigh but damn. Squall hadn’t ever felt just that kind of hard muscle. As he kneaded the leg he let his hand travel a little bit higher. Seifer swallowed and his eyes were round like plates. He stared at Squall as if asking if the brunet had lost his mind.

His hand reached the golden goal and the blond made a noise as he rubbed that very sensitive area. Squall licked his lips, his own groin burning and tingling. Then the secretary used one of those big hands to capture Squall’s quite smaller. Squall glared at the winded, blushing, wide eyed man. At a impulse he leaned over and caught those taunting lips. He fisted that blond hair and yes it was very soft. Since Seifer didn’t argue, Squall dipped his tongue between parted teeth. Just fast, small stabs, lips barely pressing together.

He got what he wanted. His hand was almost released, so he made sure to rub the twitching groin on the man. Around them people was reading or snoring or watching the silly movie in the darkened cabin. The big hand tried to capture him again, this time Squall used a small trick to stay free. It was growing hard and big under his hand and the blond was desperately trying to keep his noises to a bare minimum.

Squall was painfully aroused, his heart was racing. Kissing Seifer was one of the best things he had done. The secretary was giving small responses back. Squall took both hands to the man’s pants and easily got them open, until both big hands gripped his. They stared at each other. The green eyes where big and very, very dark. The blush made him all the more adorable. Trying to not make too much noises was arousing them both, Squall was sure. Seifer sure wasn’t getting any cooler.

The secretary seemed to gather himself and made a subtle shake of his head. Not one for games, was he? Squall smirked. He made a attack on the blond’s throat. He found a point close to the hollow of the throat that he sucked and bit softly. It was enough to make the secretary jump and forget his hands. Squall was inside and fisting hard, heavy flesh before the man truly knew what had happened. Almost did a moan escape.

Squall was pressing his legs together hard. He was so hard and aroused. As he started to stroke the hot, thick member Seifer wasn’t protesting any longer. He was frozen stiff, barely breathing, hands crushing the arm rests. Scared silly of being caught. The brunet managed to catch soft lips again as he fisted the cock harder. The head grew moist and he swiped a thumb over it. Seifer jumped and flexed strong muscles.

Suddenly a stewardess was walking down the aisle. Squall liked kink, but not that much. He withdrew from the scared pale man. Seifer just had time to throw his jacket over his lap and look out the window. Squall tried not to pant and not to fidget too much. He had a very hard and prominent bulge in his pants but he was confident she wouldn’t see such things in the bad light. Once she was past them, he turned to the blushing blond.

This time Seifer caught his hand before it even left his own lap. They had a silent battle. They couldn’t very well leave the plane like this, right? But for once the big man was as solid as rock. He didn’t give an inch and he was gathering himself surprisingly fast and well. Squall wasn’t going to let him. He took the big hand around his and put it at his own groin. That did jar the secretary again.

Almost bliss. Crazy want. He moved against the big hand slightly and pushed it firmer against him. Seifer was wide eyed again. Squall was ready to curse out loud as the stewardess passed them again. The elusive secretary took the chance to withdraw and to correct his pants. Squall saw his chance. He grabbed the garments and revealed the still blooming member. As the man tried to disentangle his hands, Squall dived.

As he swallowed the massive girth, Seifer did make a sound. He went down on the length fully before withdrawing with a hard suck. Big hands were in his hair and tugging, he wasn’t relenting and he was throbbing. He bobbed his head and swiped his tongue around the head. The pre-cum was salty in his mouth. Seifer was twitching and jerking and desperately tried to keep quiet. He was from time to time holding his breath.

Squall intensified his attack and probed the head madly. The tugging in his hair grew intense.

“Sir…” the secretary whimpered.

Squall had to withdraw. In the last minute too since the bloody stewardess past them again. Seifer was shaking his head as Squall turned to him again. Bloody, stubborn idiot. Squall tilted his head and arched a eyebrow. He leaned closer and Seifer leaned away slightly with a suspicious look. He was holding that jacket as if it were a shield.

“Then we finish at the hotel,” Squall murmured in challenge.

It was comical how the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed deeply once. At a prolonged silence, he reached over again.

“Ok,” Seifer quickly hissed.

Squall leaned back with a satisfied smirk. He could stand a raging hard on with that promise. Suddenly this trip turned far more interesting than he first had hoped.

*****

It was raining when they arrived at Dollet. Seifer was in shock. So he told himself anyway. He had to be or else he had somehow managed to die and was just following that idiotic brunet out of habit.

He could just not believe what Squall had done. It still felt like half a nightmare, half a wet dream. Seifer was absolutely positive he was still blushing and sweating. At least he had managed to cool down other areas. His head was a mess. This whole thing was a mess. He should have resigned.

Kouri with his black, sharp eyes seemed to know and made no secret of it. He was openly staring at the both of them with amusement. Seifer was partly glad Squall had taken the middle position in the cab. That way at least the blond could stare out the window away from black and blue-grey eyes. Squall was… well, looking like a big feline that had just gotten a particularly large bowl of cream. Seifer felt the blush intensified as he remembered that forced promise. Or kind of promise. It made his heart rate pick up. Hyne, don’t think about it.

“How about a bath before bed? You both seem extraordinarily tense,” Kouri purred.

Seifer glanced over. Kouri had his hand on Squall’s thigh again. Seifer looked away as Squall decidedly removed the hand.

“Maybe, have you bathed in a hot spring before, Seifer?”

Seifer stared into those clear eyes and swallowed. Spirits, how was he going to survive this?

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s a good place to relax at,” the other business man purred.

That bloody hand was sneaking around the backrest now. Seifer made a noncommittal sound and stared out the window. His nerves prickled as Kouri chuckled. How could he have been so blind before? It was so obvious the two men was… doing what they did. Was they like a couple? Then why was Squall… hitting on Seifer? The blush intensified again. Just let them reach the bloody resort so he could hid in his room the rest of the evening. He needed to straighten his head out.

Soon enough the driver left the main road and cut in on a gravel path. There was no streetlights but the road lacked the bumps Seifer associated to such a road. It was almost bliss to see the lights from the beautiful one floor resort. It had the ancient Estharian style over it and what Seifer could see and smell there was wonderful gardens behind the palisade walls. Home. Almost. To breath the quiet, fresh air was like coming up for air. A lady dressed in, Seifer thought, a kimono came out to greet them.

“Welcome to Wild flower Spa Resort gentlemen. Your rooms are prepared and a late evening meal can be arranged. If you so wish we can provide with a massage and the hot springs are still open,” she rattled off in a soft soothing voice.

“A bath ought to be nice,” Kouri smirked and that hand was ghosting over Squall’s back down to his buttocks.

Seifer almost flinched as those electric grey-blue eyes turned to him.

“How about you?” he asked.

Seifer swallowed hard. There was a certain… predatory look to those eyes and he very well remembered what they had said on the plane. The memory didn’t fail to make him stir and his heart rate to pick up but wasn’t Kouri and he a item? The whole thing was bloody confusing right now when he thought about it.

“I’d rather go to bed,” he answered.

Kouri’s chuckle and Squall’s satisfied leer made him realize what it had sounded like. The blush exploded again and he fought to suppress imagination and embarrassment. Hyne, he should have resigned.

The nice lady, who was smiling like she knew what was going on, gracefully led them through the surprisingly large complex. They had to leave their shoes at the entrance and pad around in socks. Didn’t bother Seifer, he’d run around barefoot if he was allowed.

The whole complex was built like one of the ancient Estharian mansions, except there was a few modernizations. Like the rooms and its doors. The walls were of solid wood and not rice paper.

His room was… spartan. There was a bed, on the floor, a low table with seating pillows around and a low wardrobe for his clothes. Seifer sighed in the dark. He really didn’t need much more but the bed looked to leave much to be desired. Squall had a room a few doors further down and Kouri had been led down a completely different corridor. That might make up for the bed.

Making himself comfortable was easy. He didn’t have much with him and gratefully slipped into some civilian clothes instead of the stiff costume. The bed was… well softer than he would have expected. He was still grateful he had chosen to bring his own pillow. Hyne knew a bad pillow could leave you irritable for a week.

He sat down at the bed and looked around. Seifer had expected… something. Squall hadn’t given him as much as a glance once they left the entrance. Seifer wasn’t sure what to make of it or even what he had expected. Just that he had expected something. He found himself feeling twitchy and certain parts of him was still feeling bothered. The blond allowed himself to skimmer over the airplane incident. It promptly made him swell.

Spirits, what had the man been thinking? What was he thinking? What exactly was Seifer thinking? His heart beat sharply against his ribs when the image of him and Squall doing… things entered his head. It was obviously what Squall wanted, it was almost as obvious he was going to get it.

His door was knocked suddenly and he jumped almost three feet. Suddenly is mouth was turning dry and his palm wet. Adrenaline was making his body feel hot and weak and alive. He had to make up his fucking mind! If he really didn’t want to, then he was sure the brunet would accept that. Or did he want to? The door was knocked again, more intense this time. Seifer could easily imagine the straight, impatient line of the man’s lips.

He opened the door and felt his breath stock in his throat.

Squall had dressed down too. He was wearing a kimono, or did it have another name for guys? It had a soft sand color with a broidery of intricate green vines and flowers and fruits. It was open by the neck far enough down to give a glimpse of a flat chest. It made the pale neck seem very delicate. It made the whole man seem delicate, small and absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly the intimidating business man looked like something out of a movie.

Seifer realized he was staring and quickly averted his eyes and cleared his throat. Squall stopped him from saying whatever his confused mind could come up with by holding up a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

“They have a very nice garden and I hate to drink alone,” Squall explained in a soft murmur.

Seifer swallowed, feeling thrown of track. He had been sure the man would ask to be let in. Wasn’t that one of the tricks in movies? To take a glass of wine or the like before the two went into the bedroom? A garden… seemed not the place for such things.

“Sure,” he nodded after a shaky exhale.

He closed the door, without locking it, and followed the graceful man. Squall seemed to float over the floor and he made no sound. Probably because of the socks but still. He was moving much like the lady earlier and Seifer found himself tracing the lines of the brunet’s back and hips and…

He looked away. His body was being rebellious and his length felt swollen and aching. Intercourse had never come up for him earlier. He found himself nervous and anxious in face of the offer. Seifer ruffled his hair. Had Squall been a girl Seifer would probably already have laid with him. But Squall was obviously male. Then again, did it really matter so much? But was they supposed to be a couple after? What about him and Kouri and what they had done at the office?

Seifer dragged the hand through his hair again. This was far too confusing.

The garden was truly marvelous. It was heavy with the scent from hundreds of flowers and the air was noisy from night insects. There was water going through the garden like a miniature river with the start by a miniature waterfall. Squall must have been there before, because he floated through the garden and found a bench with a table where he sat down like he knew it should have been there.

As Seifer sat down, the man poured the bronze liquid. Squall downed his glass in one gulp, which allowed Seifer to do the same. Spirits, he had needed that. The whiskey was the best he had tasted like ever. Old, almost twenty years. It must have cost a fortune. He nurtured the second glass much like Squall did.

For a while the silence between them was comforting. Soon enough his anxiousness was back. Or maybe it wasn’t anxiousness? More nervous anticipation. What would it be like? Could he really sleep with his boss? Wasn’t that very, very stupid? Suddenly Squall looked over at him and Seifer flinched as if the man could have seen those dirty, half subconscious images connected with the office and the man.

“Have you ever slept with a man, Seifer?” Squall asked through a murmur.

The blond swallowed, mouth dry again. He found he could only shake his head as answer. The man leaned forward, leaving his glass on the table and peering at Seifer as if he truly was trying to read the blond’s thoughts. Then he tilted his head and a eyebrow arched.

“Have you even slept with a girl before?”

Perhaps Seifer could have lied if his damn blood didn’t color him like a tomato.

“Not the whole thing,” he had to admit.

As expected Squall gave him a stare that was… incredulous. The eyes narrowed and the man shifted closer. Seifer found himself shifting back until he pressed into the armrest at his side of the bench. The brunet kept advancing and the secretary found his brain spinning. They shouldn’t do this. Absolutely not in a garden. Squall was his boss. Bloody hell, did the man just lick his lips? They couldn’t do this, what about all complications? What would it be like stroking that pale skin and kissing that throat?

Leonhart was so close now that he was pressing against Seifer’s body. The blond’s anatomy was answering in rebellious twitches and heat. What would it be like to use that anatomy as it was made to?

“I assure you that you will enjoy it very much. Don’t you trust me?” Squall purred lowly.

Seifer swallowed and had to lick dry lips. Trust hadn’t been the question, he thought. Pleasure or enjoyment hadn’t been the issue either when he thought about it. It was just… Male, his boss…. So many complications and what about Kouri?

Squall apparently didn’t want a answer. He closed the distance and kissed Seifer. A light pressure of lips and a teasing tongue at his bottom lip. It raised the hairs on his arms as the kiss was deepened slightly and that tongue made small dips. Like a teasing pre-view. Seifer flinched as a sure hand pressed against his chest. It dipped lower, stroked his heaving abdomen until it stroked just above the waistband of his pants. It was impossible not to react.

He swelled harshly as that otherwise so bold hand flittered around and stroked everything except that which most needed it. Squall shifted so he could bury a hand in Seifer’s hair and the kiss deepened again. Seifer met the teasing tongue by a sharp stab. Squall made them tangle around. Teeth sometimes clinking together, lips mashing against each other and tongues entwined like snakes. It was wet and hot and the best kiss he’d ever had.

Seifer’s hand found a resting place in the small of Squall’s back. It fit. It was as if his arm was supposed to be there. Finally the teasing hand rubbed his groin and Seifer groaned. A hard rub that made every hair on him stand and his length to grow even harder. However, Squall stopped. Seifer stared into blue-grey, feeling disoriented. Then Squall shifted.

He threw a thigh over Seifer’s lap and suddenly he was straddled. Groins pressed together and he moaned. Sure hands moved his big, fumbling ones back to Squall’s back. They kissed again, Squall’s hands fiddling with his hair and Squall’s groin rubbing against him. Heaven. So good. This was it? This was what he had missed for so long? How could something like this be wrong? Sure, they were both males, did it really matter when it felt so damn good?

“Lower,” Squall moaned.

Since Seifer’s brain had taken vacation, the brunet took one hand and lowered it. Seifer felt his heart skip a beat as he squeezed the very firm, nice buttock on the other. That too seemed to fit perfectly. His big hands, that he earlier only thought was in the way most of the time, was suddenly perfect. He could envelope that buttock and knead it and Squall was giving sighing noises and rubbing harder against him.

They kissed again and Seifer helped the rubbing motions by the sure grip around that buttock. The kiss broke and one delicate hand slipped between them. Both hands was soon tugging at his pants and Seifer’s heart picked up again. Their chosen place didn’t seem as important anymore. It was dark and quiet except for them. Not like the airplane. There was no reason for him to really object. Not when he was so hard he tented his briefs and pants and Squall felt so good in his lap. Squall ought to know what he was doing, right? He was Seifer’s boss after all and still senior in most aspects.

The secretary groaned as he bounced free and was fisted. The dress, or kimono, proved to have certain attributes Seifer hadn’t thought of. Squall eased the belt around it some and hoisted it up more. It revealed his own hard erection.

“Use your hand,” Squall huskily purred.

Seifer’s hand was slightly trembling as he was guided down to fist them both. Heaven. He squeezed both lengths hard and gave one experimental stroke. Hyne, good. Felt so good. Squall pressed closer and those sighing noises turned into slight breathy moans. Seifer squeezed a buttock again before starting to stroke the two straining lengths. So fucking good. It was making his vision spotted and his whole spine was tingling.

Squall was gripping his shirt and panting in his hair. He was moving his hips, rocking his member in Seifer’s big hand and the moans turned louder. Hyne, he was doing this. He was making the man moan and pant. Seifer was panting too and groaning. He was so bloody hard he felt like solid rock. Squall urged his hand away. Why? It was so bloody good and Hyne if Seifer didn’t come soon he’d explode.

Then the brunet sucked his fingers.

Seifer groaned and pressed them together hard. That was too much. Squall was sucking and licking his fingers while moving against him hard. Their naked cocks rubbed together and it was marvelous. Squall withdrew with a plop.

“Put them in me,” he said hoarsely.

Seifer’s heart stopped. His breathing stopped. Put them where? It took Squall guiding his hand to a naked buttock before his delirious head got it. Then he was blushing again. He couldn’t stop now but… In there? Squall chuckled.

“I have a clear memory of me telling you I want your cock up my ass, did you think it was a metaphor?” the man leered.

Seifer was quite sure he’d evaporate from the heat in his face down to his collarbones. Since it was impossible to speak, he instead put his hands to those nice, naked buttocks. He found the cleft between them and traced it. He flinched as Squall moaned as his fingers came in contact with… the asshole. The brunet was undulating against him, rubbing their cocks together and reminding the sweating secretary why he was doing this.

He rubbed his finger against the puckered hole. It was a bit disgusting. He couldn’t help that feeling. The thought of putting unprotected fingers in there wasn’t pleasant, but Squall was moaning against him. His own cock was throbbing against his stomach. Seifer swallowed before pressing both fingers inside quickly just to get it done. Squall gasped and arched slightly and Seifer realized that he could have hurt the man. Then the brunet gave a deep moan and pressed back against his hand.

“Come on, you’re supposed to move them,” Squall murmured.

Seifer felt a bit foolish. He did as told. Withdrew them fully before, carefully, pushing them back. Before he realized it, he was exploring that intriguing hole. It felt like velvet inside. He didn’t find anything… that might have been there. The hole clenched around his fingers, the edges felt soft and hard, tight.

“Faster, ram them in there,” the man breathed.

Seifer felt so aroused it was ridicules. He thrust his fingers back and forth in that pliant hole while Squall was mashing their cocks together and panting in his hair. Hyne damn, he’d come from this. So good. The hole had loosened considerably and was easily accepting his fingers. Seifer made a dare and pushed in a third. It was tight and Squall was clinging to him and almost desperately rubbing them together.

“Is it ok?” Seifer panted as he buried his fingers in the anus.

“Fuck yes,” was his answer.

At a short urge, he thrust his three fingers as he had his two. At that point they where behaving like animals on the bench. Grinding against each other in a more and more desperate way and Seifer could understand. He circled his free arm around the gorgeous man and pressed them together even harder. He was so close! His spine was tingling. Every muscle in him seemed tensed and ready. Then Squall bit down in his shoulder and gave a high moan. Warm, sticky, wetness spread between them and it pushed Seifer over the edge like the kick of a horse.

He pressed them even closer and groaned deeply as he spurted between their bellies. The orgasm shock him from his head down to his toes, it was so strong and intense.

They where panting and gasping once it was over. With nothing better to do, Seifer held the panting man properly with both arms. It must be him who was trembling because he had a hard time imagining the self assured man trembling.

The secretary refused to contemplate things right then. Too much. To many complications and questions and whatnot. No, better to just enjoy the aftermath of his best orgasm ever and hope reality never came back. Because if it did the embarrassment would surely kill him.


Author’s Note:
I swear I will try my damndest to update much faster than what this took!