Office Follies

Beta: Jupitor Knight
Warning: you know... yaoi...lemon...things that makes you drool...
Notes: I know, late and all that but... Whatever, please enjoy :)

7

He had survived. At least long enough to get back to his room, clean up and go to bed. It was around four in the morning and Seifer missed his cat something awful. At least Griever would have distracted him somewhat, as it was he was staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling while unable to think of anything else than the evening before.

They had untangled and corrected their clothes. After that Squall had gotten up, wished a good night’s sleep and a hope to see him in the bath tomorrow morning. There had been no illusion of what the older man was expecting of the bath.

Seifer took another look at his watch before laying down. Hyne, show him mercy. What was he supposed to do? This couldn’t continue. Not only where they both men, but Squall was his boss. He couldn’t have a relationship with his boss. It was wrong being with another guy, or was it? His grandma had always told him to try and keep away from relationships with coworkers. If it ended badly it would make work awkward.

Seifer sat up. That’s it. His grandma ought to be awake still. He didn’t need to tell her everything just… Bloody hell, he needed advice.

The secretary found a phone in a common room and dialed one of the few numbers he actually remembered. He threw a glance at his watch again while waiting for the old lady to pick up. Surely she hadn’t gone to bed yet? If she had and he woke her up, she’d strangle him through the phone.

“Almasy,” the old female answered.

Relief washed through him.

“Hi grandma, it’s Seifer,” he greeted.

It felt good to hear her voice again. Even more so as she gave a happy squeal and immediately asked him how he was and what had happened since last they spoke. Seifer realized with some guilt that he hadn’t phoned her for over three weeks. Soon enough she asked that question.

“How’s work?” she asked and he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Yeah… about that… I’ve… sort of met someone,” Seifer admitted.

He had had some hope of being able to make up a story but he should have known better.

“Have you?”

Seifer made a grimace.

“You don’t have to sound so surprised,” he growled.

Lady Almasy chuckled.

“I’m sorry lad, please tell me more. Is it something serious?” he amended.

Next silence. This had been a bad idea. How did he explain it at all?

“No, not really. We’ve just…”

Just what? Fooled around and… stuff?

“…been on a couple dates,” he finished.

Elsa Almasy made a noise in her throat.

“How did that go? Is she working at the same level?” she asked.

Seifer swallowed.

“Well… actually, it’s kinda… my boss,” he admitted.

Maybe he didn’t need to explain everything? Like Squall being a he and not a she? Elsa Almasy’s prolonged silence made his stomach knot.

“I thought your boss was a male. Squall Leonhart if I remember correctly?”

Bloody old nuisance with the memory of an elephant!

“Yeah… well…” Seifer stuttered.

Would she be disappointed in him? She probably would.

“Well… that could be a problem…”

His stomach sunk to his feet and made a nice knot there. He hated to disappoint her.

“You’re not doing this for a promotion, are you?” she asked sharply.

“Huh?”

Promotion? What did that have to do with anything?

“Yes, he hasn’t promised you anything in exchange for sex has he?” she asked and he could imagine her lips pressing together.

“Grandma!” he hissed.

Never before had he heard her use such a language. It made him blush down to his navel.

“You must be careful Seifer, some people takes advantage of such as you. It’s not just female secretaries that get sexually harassed at work you know?”

“Grandma! No he hasn’t promised me anything,” he hissed again.

He felt mortified. Embarrassed to death. Even if you could apply sexual harassment in this case.

“Then does he want a relationship with you?” she asked seriously.

Seifer sighed and was happy he was hundreds of miles from her so she didn’t see his eyes.

“I don’t know. That’s the thing, I think and… well he’s a guy and stuff,” the blond said moodily.

Elsa sighed and was silent for a long time. Silence from her was good sometimes. Meant she was pondering the problem and whatever she said after was usually the best.

“What do you want?”

Except that. That wasn’t good.

“I don’t know,” Seifer admitted.

That was an issue. She sighed.

“Well… sometimes, especially between homosexuals, it might just be a flirt,” she said softly.

“I’m not…”

He couldn’t utter that word. Really, he wasn’t a fag. A fag was just… not him damn it! That wasn’t the issue!!

“In either case perhaps you should just go with the flow and see if it ends in the sea or in the swamp?” she concluded.

Seifer sighed. Why did that solution sound so easy and obvious when she said it? In his own head it hadn’t sounded half as good an advice.

“You’re ok with it then? I mean… we’re both… guys,” he asked.

That was important.

“Don’t be silly lad, why would I disapprove?” she chuckled.

“Yeah…” he smiled.

They were silent for a while.

“Well then. Who’s top?”

Seifer was two inches from death.

*****

Squall Leonhart woke and felt very good. He had some morning wood that he lazily stroked while thinking back on the evening. Sweet, sweet victory. At last that difficult knot had come undone, it was only a matter of leisure and time before he got a good taste of the man. Virgin! It was too good to be true.

It hadn’t occurred to him before, someone looking as good as Almasy just couldn’t be. Now it made perfect sense. Just how much of a virgin was he? Had he truly never fucked even with a girl? The man was twenty-five years old for crying out loud! Yet the blond was so very naïve that it was likely true.

Squall smiled softly. Well, he’d better make a perfect first time, because yesterday couldn’t really be counted, or he’d scare away the handsome secretary. He stroked himself a little harder. Those hands. They made him shudder. Those hands could be so perfect. The whole man could be absolutely perfect, Squall had sensed it. He was sure that with some guiding and pushes in the right direction even Seifer’s dormant, male lusts would turn on fully.

He let go of himself, not fulfilled. He had slight hopes of seeing the skittish man in the baths. He hoped but he’d be mighty surprised if Seifer actually did show up. It was ok. Squall had him anyway, no need to rush it. Right now that is, he could wait for the evening.

He took on a robe before making for the shower and hot bath. There were almost no guests at the resort this time off season. There were even less people out and about at six in the morning. It was a luxury to have the bath complex to himself.

He showered before padding out to the hot spring. Since there was no one in sight, he let the towel slip and padded into the hot water naked. There was nothing better than it. Except having some good company. These waters had seen a lot of action when he had been there last time.

Last time he and Kouri had just started sleeping around, the senior had showed him just what you could do in a hotspring. Squall twitched in arousal at those memories and twitched again imagining the blond in the same waters. Would he be able to lure the secretary into the water for some fun? Maybe not this time but spirits wouldn’t that be exciting?

Squall got a good, nice half hour alone before he heard the showers being used. Squall looked over, ignoring the tingling over-eagerness, with faint hopes of seeing the blond padding over to him. Of course it wasn’t. Of course it was Kouri. Squall looked away but not before seeing the man’s predatory leer. The brunet stifled his irritation. He was not going to be irate like some teenager with his first lay.

The black haired man slipped off his towel too before striding into the water and up to Squall. Just as Squall had done, Kouri folded th towel as a makeshift head cushion at the edge. He didn’t use it though.

The brunet looked up innocently as the man stood in front of him. Kouri looked good. Actually he looked quite marvelous. Straight hips, firm and flat abdomen and chest. He had hints of a four pack but it was really his arms Squall enjoyed the most. They were thick with muscle as well as his shoulders. Kouri liked to work out, which he had showed Squall. Squall had followed him home to his personal gym once. He was absolutely sure the tools weren’t meant to be used like they had used them.

“You look like you got a good fuck yesterday,” the man greeted.

Squall only smiled. Yes, it had been good even if it hadn’t been exactly what he wanted. He could make out the erection on the other man. It would take very little to make it fully hard and Squall’s own body twitched at the thought. However, he knew it wasn’t Kouri he really wanted.

The man stepped a little closer and reached down to clasp Squall’s leg. The brunet didn’t protest as large, skilled hands kneaded his calf. He shouldn’t. He wanted to get that blond in bed this night and even though Squall had a lot of energy he really wanted to save as much as possible. At the same time, when Kouri was massaging his leg just like that, Squall had a hard time making a straight thought.

“Was he as good as you hoped?” the man huskily asked as he traced his hands up along Squall’s legs.

Squall didn’t answer as he felt an odd sense of possessiveness/protectiveness. It hadn’t happened before. Not with Kouri. Since they had started fooling around, no partner had been off limits to either of them. Seifer was different. Maybe because he was so naïve? A virgin for crying out loud!

The brunet easily slipped from the massaging hands, the other man took it as a sign to step closer. All it took was a warning glare. Kouri arched an eye brow and crocked his head.

“Touchy are you? What’s so special about him? Does he bottom out for you?” the man asked and there was something snide in his voice.

“I’m just being selfish for now,” Squall answered lowly.

He didn’t really want to argue with Kohoshi. The senior gave him a long searching look. The kind that raised Squall’s hackles and made him want to snap at the man. Then he smirked and Squall narrowed his eyes. That smirk wasn’t a good sign.

“Is this golden secretary of yours a virgin perhaps?” Kouri leered.

Squall sniffed haughtily. He hated the sharp mind on the man. It showed its bad side when he least wanted it. Kohoshi chuckled and sunk down by his towel. Squall straightened, wary.

“He hasn’t much experience with other guys, no. What are you smiling about?” Squall asked warily.

No need to tell the man Squall’s suspicion that Seifer was a complete novice. Kouri shrugged but that unnerving smirk stayed. Squall was about to push for a clarification on just what the bastard was planning as other guests entered the hotspring. No other than representatives from the Lioness company.

“Mr Kohoshi, Mr Leonhart! What a surprise!” the short, very round, man greeted.

“Mr Akersson,” Kouri greeted calmly.

Squall sighed silently. Couldn’t this have waited until at least past breakfast?

*****

As a secretary, Seifer could keep to the background. While the big shots were seated around an oval table and discussing whatever problems they had, Seifer was a silent presence at a side table. He took notes of what was said, took up information from his laptop if Squall or Kouri needed it and he made sure the men got refreshments even if they had not asked for it.

A secretary was supposed to be that invisible hand that was there when needed but not seen otherwise. However. As Seifer finally got to know what was going on he almost fell off his chair. Apparently some office in their company, SeeD Exporters, had made a huge, shitload of a mess. Some order to a big customer had gone wrong and for some reason, that still eluded Seifer, the huge Lioness’s company had covered the cost.

As if that wasn’t enough the economy of SeeD Exporters was down the drain. The Lioness’s company was planning of buying over half the company for a ridicules low price. Apparently this was news to Squall and Kouri who both tried to hide their shock. Seifer had never seen the CEO turn pale before. He hadn’t ever seen Kouri turn a slight furious red either. That Mr Akersson was smiling smugly and dictating the whole first half of the meeting was a given.

Seifer was not as shocked as the two older business men though. Seifer’s life didn’t stand and fall with his job. After being employed as Squall’s secretary he had good enough merits to get whatever job he wanted. However, it had rattled the two otherwise very smug seniors. Anyone knew that when two companies merged it would be bloody and a lot of people from the loser side would have to go.

At the moment the men were discussing prices here and there and just how many percentages of the company the Lioness’s could buy. Seifer wasn’t really good at these sorts of things, but it was obvious that both Squall and Kouri had a hard time getting any leeway with the other men. The temper was flaring.

Seifer decided that a short, silent coffee break would help cool things down. The kind of silent interruption a secretary was good at. The secretary from the Lioness’s company seemed to have the same thoughts as Seifer, because the both of them went for the coffee table at the same time.

He gave the petit brunette a smile and let her go first, always the gentleman. However, she gave him a suspicious glance and looked like she wanted to ask what he was doing there. Seifer ignored the stare. It wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last. Really, it ought to be classified as discrimination. Why couldn’t a guy be a secretary?

Delivering the coffee and a couple cakes at separate plates to the two men, Seifer was careful not to meet grey-blue far too intense eyes. The blond had difficulty doing his job as it was. He didn’t need any kind of reminders.

As expected the short, sudden break lowered the temper in the room. Squall was sipping his coffee in deliberate long sips. Kouri wasn’t as patient. He took a sip, then ignored the cup altogether. Watching the two men together, Seifer realized what good partners they were. Really. They mirrored each other and seemed to be tuned to each other as if having a telepathic link. Squall’s seemingly cold, collected front and calm air balanced Kouri’s more aggressive nature.

Squall’s cool made Kouri’s temper not seem so inappropriate and Kouri’s aggressiveness made Squall’s cool not seem so aloft and disinterested. When given the opportunity, Seifer couldn’t help study the men. While Leonhart and Kohoshi were so obviously merged together as they were, the men from Lioness’s company often spoke silently between themselves.

Mr Akersson was the obvious spokes man, the leader. The two other men, Mr Mark and Mr Hansson, seemed to follow directive. There was seldom the tenseness of argument between the three. He wasn’t quite sure what that meant yet. Mr Akersson straightened in his chair and collected his papers.

“Well, I think we have both things to consider before further negotiations can be made. How about we continue tomorrow and instead have a nice, calm evening?” the man smiled.

Kohoshi wanted to protest.

“Fine. By lunch tomorrow then,” Leonhart said smoothly and his lips twitched.

The twitch didn’t reach his eyes and Seifer shuddered at the ice in them. If he hadn’t ever seen the man put off then he had done so now. That was one very angry, very frustrated man.

They broke up. Gathered their separate things and exited the meeting room by separate doors. Both Kohoshi and Leonhart stalked from the room as if they’d gotten the scent from a wounded prey. For a moment Seifer wondered if he was allowed to part from them, but rethought. Instead he silently trailed behind the tense men until they entered Kohoshis room.

Barely a step beyond the threshold and Kouri had his cell phone by his ear, pacing back and forth like a big angry cat. Squall gestured for the laptop and to Seifer’s surprise sunk down with crossed legs by the wall and rested the laptop in his knee. The secretary winced as Kouri reached whoever he was gunning for and the greeting was:

“Who’s the bloody idiot I’m going to gut when I get back!?”

He felt useless standing beside the now closed door, but he stayed anyway. Spirits, he didn’t envy whoever Kouri was thoroughly chewing and spitting out over and over. Squall was almost obsessively clicking away on the laptop. Seifer could understand the anger and frustration. Actually, it bordered on betrayal. Seifer had thought that a takeover like this was something the CEO should know about and even more, he should know about the company’s economy.

It was closing in on dinner time an hour later. Fortunately the laptop broke up the work in a way Seifer wouldn’t be able to do. It beeped loudly and Squall blinked at it in surprise. Then blue-grey eyes narrowed and it looked like the two had a silent debate on whether or not the laptop was allowed to go to sleep because of lack of electricity. For a moment it almost seemed the brunet would win, then the laptop simply shut down with a final beep as if telling the brunet to fuck off.

It looked so comical that Seifer had a hard time muffling his laughter. Unfortunately icy eyes caught him and he choked on the laughter. Squall arched an eyebrow as he closed the machine. Kouri closed the cell phone with an angry curse. Then paced the room again, dark eyes somewhere else. Squall sighed and massaged the bridge between his eyes.

“Seems we’re being eaten alive,” the tall business man sneered.

Squall sighed but made no comment.

“When I get my hands on the little snitch that’s done this I’ll tear his head off.” There was a murderous glare in black eyes.

“Is it true, about the economy?” the man snapped.

Squall shrugged, grey-blue eyes distant and long nice fingers massaging his bottom lip. Kohoshi cursed again and paced, eyes somewhere else. For a while there was silence, a couple times the men looked at each other and again Seifer was astonished to get the feeling they were communicating.

“It has to be some leak in the financial department, shit, maybe even in the board! I told you to rearrange those stubborn, old geezers,” Kouri growled.

“The stockholders wants them,” Squall answered evenly.

More silence. More glances. Seifer’s stomach did the stupid thing of growling in hunger, drawing the attention of grey-blue eyes.

“We’ll just have to make the best of things,” Squall stated calmly and Kohoshi whirled like a snake ready to strike.

“Best of things? Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you know what Lioness’s will do to us? They’ll gut us like a fish and then dismember us from the toes. There’ll be no SeeD Exporters to speak of left and we will definitely not be part of the interior moving!” Kouri roared.

Squall seemed to erect a shield around him. As he rose, it was with icy dignity. Like a lord or some other royalty. The change was so fascinating to watch that Seifer had a hard time dragging his eyes away.

“As I said, we just have to make the best of things,” Leonhart said smoothly.

As he left, Seifer was quick to follow. Behind them Kouri started pacing again.

They walked silently through the corridors and Seifer didn’t mind. Gave him a chance to gather his thoughts and watch a graceful back. His eyes fell to the ass on the man and before he could stop himself, he remembered last evening. A blush bloomed in his face before short and Seifer looked away. Still he couldn’t tame his mind.

It stubbornly clung to the memories of yesterday evening. Of every moan, every sigh, of every touch and every sensation. Of the man telling Seifer to come to the hotsprings. He was so immersed in his struggle with his own mind that he almost walked straight into the man as this stopped. Squall had stopped a waiter or servant or whatever they called themselves.

“I’d like dinner for two brought to my room,” Leonhart ordered softly.

The girl bowed her head and scurried away faster than Seifer thought possible in the clothes she wore. Then he swallowed hard as he looked back down at his boss, who was calmly looking up. Grey-blue eyes then narrowed and Seifer felt his stomach make a flip flop move.

“You’ll join me for dinner, won’t you Seifer?”

The blond was absolutely sure he heard a genuine purr in that voice. He swallowed again. Those eyes would eat him alive one day. Join for dinner? He swallowed again. That would mean… that they would, well it was usually what a person meant in this situation, right?

His heart was making a new tantrum in his ears and his breathing was suddenly faster. Like getting an adrenaline kick, everything seemed clearer. If he choose this, what would it mean? Seifer almost kicked himself. Go with the flow and just see where he landed. Yesterday had certainly not been bad.

Realizing he had been quiet and staring for a long time, Seifer made a short not. Squall smirked, like Griever when the cat smelled cream. Then the brunet made a graceful turn on his heels and led the way to the room. Seifer was blushing furiously.

Squall’s room was like his own except the table and pillows around it. The secretary blinked at it. Was they supposed to eat sitting on the floor? The business man made a deep sigh and relieved himself of slipknot and jacket, both items were thrown carelessly on the floor by a bag. The slippers was left by the door and Seifer did the same. Before Seifer could start feeling awkward, a gentle knock sounded. It was the girl bringing food and booze. While she made the table, Squall disappeared in the bathroom. The blond put his hands in his pockets and strolled to the window. He was still feeling as if he was blushing. His heart hadn’t calmed down.

In fact, he felt electrified and jittery. Not something he was used to feeling. The girl left and soon after the businessman left the bathroom. Seifer swallowed again. Squall had dressed down to the kimono thing he had worn yesterday. It wasn’t the same though, it was made in silk with nice broidery and a thick belt. Blue-grey eyes met his and the man smiled.

“Sit down and take a drink, you look like you need it,” Squall purred.

The brunet sat down himself and poured two glasses of bronze liquid. Seifer followed his example. He downed his glass though and the burn was welcome. Seriously, he needed to calm down and get his nerves in some kind of order. Long, pale fingers grazed the wine bottle, and nice eyebrows frowned in displeasure.

The frown disappeared when the food was uncovered though. Seifer felt awkward as he was served by his boss. It just felt wrong, even more so since the arms of the robe seemed to get in the way all the time. He poured some wine to have something to do.

It was the first time he ate dinner with the man alone. Seifer didn’t know what to expect, but perhaps he had expected something more than the both of them eating quietly.

However, Squall seemed mils away from both Seifer and the food and the secretary started to relax a little. The man had gotten a lot to digest today, so maybe he just wanted dinner company? The blond couldn’t decide what he hoped for.

The food was delicious, although he understood the frown when he tasted the wine. It wasn’t quite right. The alcohol helped release those last nerve knots and Seifer recognized when he had passed that limit for what he ought to drink. Not that he was drunk, not yet, not really. He just didn’t want a hang-over and he absolutely did not want his boss seeing him drunk.

Squall wasn’t looking at him anyway. Those grey-blue eyes had been staring at something distant most of the dinner. Those nice, pale hands had been moving seemingly on their own. Seifer felt quite sure in studying the man. The brown hair had a lot of nuances, like melted chocolate. The robe, again, enhanced the delicate features of the man. It was circling the man’s neck like a canvas. It made the neck look thin and Seifer itched to stroke the smooth looking skin.

Which thought made him look away as if Squall would somehow feel his thoughts.

“What do you think of Mr Akersson?” Squall suddenly asked.

Seifer had to clear his throat and make a effort not to think anything inappropriate. He shrugged.

“He seems honest,” he said lamely.

The frown told him Squall wasn’t happy with the answer. The brunet pushed the plate aside and poured them both more wine.

“You didn’t show in the baths this morning,” he purred and gave Seifer a stare from under chocolate bangs.

The secretary swallowed again and shifted uneasily.

“It was as well, there was others enjoying them too. We’d have been interrupted and that’s not fun,” Squall smirked and Seifer knew that this time he blushed a deep red.

He had to look away in a weak attempt to get back control over the infuriating blush. It was a losing battle though as his body seemed to react on its own yet again. Heart beating, breathing coming shorter, things throbbing that shouldn’t. Squall was slightly smirking as if he knew.

Squall put down his glass of wine and gracefully rose. Seifer didn’t have time to debate if he should get up too or stay because the brunet sunk to his knees, shoulder against shoulder, beside the blond. His thigh lightly pressed against Seifer’s knee but that was a small sensation since blue-grey eyes held him captive. They seemed to grow larger and larger and deeper. He saw new colors in them, new lines of nuances around the irises and the outmost edge of them.

Almost the blond jumped as a nice hand slowly rose to stroke his chest. Such a simple move. A simple stroke along his pectorals but it managed to make the hair on his arms stand and certain regions throb harder. The hand didn’t stop there though, it traveled downward in slow curving moves and when it was stroking his lower abdomen, Seifer was hardening rapidly. He was swallowing in a dry mouth and Squall ought to hear his heart.

The hand stopped there though, just almost soothingly stroking his stomach, grey-blue eyes darkening in a way Seifer started to recognize. Plumb lips parted slightly and a tongue tabbed at them hastily. The secretary was holding his breath and realized it with a shuddering intake of it. It seemed to be a signal because the hand started to move again.

It easily slipped over his groin and Seifer gave a barely audible groan as pressure was added on the sensitive place. Squall kneaded the bulge and he leered slightly as said bulge rapidly expanded. The secretary had difficulty organizing his thoughts.

A part said wait. He hadn’t truly gone over this decision. Another part said to go with the flow as he had been advised. The third part that was only a small nagging voice told him to just follow the animal, primal instincts and drag the brunet to the floor. That voice he drowned out repeatedly.

Although, it was difficult when the hand was adding perfect pressure and Squall’s eyes were so dark from lust. Seifer almost protested as the hand withdrew to follow his abdomen again. It disappeared as the man shifted to spread his legs some. The secretary swallowed as the brunet eased on the very convenient dress, revealing a pale thigh.

Seifer knew what would come next and he got an adrenaline kick so harsh it made his hand tremble as it was guided to the naked thigh. In comparison his hand was very dark. The thigh was firm and cool to his touch. Squall returned to knead his groin and Seifer groaned, his hand distractedly stroking the firm thigh. Squall moved slightly closer, spread his knees more and when Seifer looked down he saw the very prominent hard-on.

Daringly he stroked upward under the silky material until he reached much hotter places. He swallowed again and carefully touched the naked groin on the man. He found the smooth balls and Squall made a noise, hips moving slightly. As Seifer fisted the cock, Squall moaned and jerked his hips again.

They had leaned so close their breaths mingled and Seifer had the urge to kiss the man. Squall didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward the last way and gave Seifer a surprisingly hard kiss. The tongue stabbed at him to open up and he did so willingly. A hand tangled in his hair and pressed they mouths closer to each other. Teeth clinked together but Seifer didn’t really mind. He daringly stabbed back, fought with that sinuous tongue and explored the others mouth.

When they separated they were both breathing hard and Squall was twitching in his hand. His rebellious member was twitching and throbbing madly and Seifer wanted to kiss again.

“If we go any further, I will not stop myself. If you’re not ready to do this the whole way, you better say so now,” Squall huskily said, eyes as serious as they had ever been.

Seifer swallowed. Some sense returned to his dazed brain and he let go of the member in his hand. Not completely though, he got distracted by the smooth skin on the thighs inside. He had to force himself too seriously contemplate the comment. The whole way meant… them sleeping together. He had a good idea what that would require of him and it made him aroused/disgusted/curious.

The disgust wasn’t very large though and very normal, wasn’t it? After all, Squall had said he wanted Seifer’s cock up his ass. The thought made another furious blush explode in the secretary’s face. Squall gave a deep chuckle.

“Don’t tell me you hadn’t thought so far?” he leered.

Seifer wasn’t able to form any intelligent response to that. He swallowed and continued stroking that tantalizing leg. He hadn’t imagined the skin to be so pale. Was the whole man so pale? What exactly would it feel like laying naked together? What would it feel like to insert himself in a body as he was created to? Would it be like a blowjob?

“Seifer… make up your bloody mind before I simply jump you,” Squall suddenly growled and gripped Seifer’s thigh so hard the blond had to snap to attention.

He nodded quickly.

“Ok,” he heard himself say huskily.

Squall kissed him then. Hard and urgent and Seifer easily fell into the rhythm. The hand was back kneading him and he slowly returned his attention to the twitching member. Squall shifted again and broke the kiss. Eager hands started tugging on his costume jacket and slipknot. Seifer awkwardly took them off as Squall attacked his shirt buttons instead.

It felt weird slipping off the shirt and sit there half naked. He flinched as cool hands stroked his chest and belly. Seifer leaned back as he recognized that awed look in the brunet’s face. Some people at the gym had similar looks. It felt weird but good being touched like that. Every hair on his arms rose and every nerve seemed to get strung for each stroke those delicate looking hands made. Those lusty eyes met his and a harsh throb went south.

“I want to see you naked,” Squall huskily ordered before withdrawing.

The graceful man took the lead by standing up and almost dragging Seifer to remarkably unsteady feet. Nimble hands made a short process of unbuttoning his pants. It was with a feeling of embarrassment as Squall completely undressed him, even more so as his length almost poked the man in his face, close to fully engorged as it was.

Seifer gasped as the brunet closed his mouth around the swollen cock, cool hands stroking Seifer’s thighs. The secretary moaned and by reflex put a hand in silky, brown hair. His hips jerked by reflex as a cool hand cupped his balls but it didn’t faze the man. Squall took down more and the blond groaned again at the wet, enveloping feeling.

It took some tugging before Seifer realized he was to step out of his pants. Those nice hands were running up and down his legs and it made him shiver. The new, strange sensation of being touched like that was almost overwhelming. His hand buried deeper in that lush, brown hair and when given the chance he couldn’t stop tousling it.

It was like silk in his hand. Soft, cool. The secretary was positive playing with such hair could turn into an addiction. Seifer shuddered violently and almost hunched over as his whole member was suddenly swallowed whole. The head of it was pressing down that wet, contracting throat and it was everything he could do not to come.

Then Squall withdrew with a torturous slowness that ended with pursed lips around that sensitive head and Seifer ready to collapse on his shaky legs. As he slipped free with a pop he shuddered and groaned again. The brunet rose then, slowly and he traced his tongue from Seifer’s hip, over his stomach and chest, up to a nipple that he teased with teeth and tongue.

On his way up, Squall had let the robe slip of his shoulders, pooling around his waist and arms. Seifer couldn’t help but stare as the man straightened and started to back up. The brunet had a toned body. Firm and slim but without the definition Seifer owned. His skin looked milky white and soft over hard curves.

Almasy swallowed again before following the retreating form. Apparently the secretary took too long, because the older man took his hand and tugged him closer until they stood on the bed. Seifer swallowed again s he lightly put a hand at a slim waist while the other was still held in that nice hand on the businessman. What did one do now? Hyne, he felt big and clumsy and embarrassed over his engorged and very free member. Squall chuckled, adding to the constant blush on the secretary.

“Lay down already, if you don’t want to use the wall? I wouldn’t mind,” Leonhart purred.

Seifer opened but then closed his mouth. He promptly sat down on the bed, tugging at the hand around his to have the man follow. However, Squall turned to a bag by the bed and picket up a tube of some kind before joining the nervous blond.

“Lay back,” Squall huskily said and Seifer slowly got down on his back but stayed up on his elbows.

He jumped as the brunet promptly straddled his legs and fisted the twitching member along Seifer’s stomach. He moaned straight out at the sure, hard strokes he received. The blond moaned even deeper as his boss bent over the length to swallow it again. Green eyes barely stayed open as that mouth sucked hard and a tongue made wonderful things around the sensitive head.

It was intoxicating, surreal to see those red lips press around his girth or the nice hand wrap around the base of him as saliva slowly trickled down the pulsing shaft. Seifer bit down hard in his own bottom lip to stay still when all he wanted to do was thrust up, rock, move, anything. His hands fisted the covers under him harshly to keep from fisting that brown, silky hair.

Seifer groaned deeply and threw his head back but still couldn’t stop the weak rock up in that mouth. Squall didn’t seem to care. He slowly pressed himself deeper on the secretary’s pulsing length. Deeper and deeper and Seifer made an immature whine as he felt the throat conctract around him. Dilated eyes gazed down at the sight of thin lips pressed down to the very base of him.

Seifer bit down so hard in his own lip he tasted blood. He couldn’t come now, just couldn’t, far too soon.

“Squall…” he whimpered in a try to warn the man.

Mercifully, the brunet withdrew and a saliva trail followed wet lips. Grey-blue eyes gave him a mischievous gaze. Lips quirked in amusement and lust. Seifer shuddered and groaned as he was stroked harshly. It calmed his raging libido more than anything.

The hand left him and Seifer looked up again to see the man place a clear gel on two fingers before disgarding the tube to the side and taking fingers behind him. The secretary swallowed and twitched imagining what those fingers did. Squall made a noise and Seifer was entrapped in half-lidded, dark grey eyes.

Then both hands was trailing up his body, racking blunt nails over his nipples and stroking his sides. Almasy groaned as their cocks stroked against each other and the brunet leaned forward until their lips touched without kissing. Seifer shuddered as his rock hard length stroked along the other man until swaying free behind sensuous hips to rest between firm buttocks.

Squall ground down, stroked against the stiff length and seifer groaned deeply, arousal making him dizzy. For long, torturous moment the sensual man stroked against the weeping cock while they barely kissed each other. Breaths mixing, lips touching but not quite. Seifer shifted to stroke his hands along the arms keeping the man balanced.

“You ready?” Squall huskily murmured.

Seifer could only nod. He was more than ready, he was feverish in need. He’d never been as aroused as at that moment. Never been as hard as then. He wasn’t sure he could do anything else than lay there, panting and groaning while at the mercy of the brunet.

A slim hand took a light hold of him and his hot head pressed against warm flesh. Hard pressure was added and he slipped against that wet place and for a moment he thought it would break him. Then the man shifted and Seifer sunk inside such tight heat it stole his breath and sight. They groaned and Seifer squeezed his eyes shut while holding his breath in the overwhelming sensation.

Squall moaned lightly, a new and unfamiliar noise. The blond managed to open his eyes as both slim hands took support against his chest while the man tilted his head back and moaned again. Seifer shuddered as that tight heat slowly engulfed him. Slowly inch by inch he disappeared in that heavenly crevice and each inch seemed to push the brunets moans one octave higher.

The secretary had to give in. He laid down and started stroking tantalizing thighs. It was then he noticed the small shivers in the lithe man. Squall had closed his eyes and a faint flush was spreading on that milky skin. Seifer bit his own lip as his eyes traveled down the gorgeous body to watch his girth disappear. He wasn’t half way in yet and he was ready to explode.

“Seifer, Hyne, you’re big,” the man gasped.

Almasy looked up into dilated grey-blue eyes and moaned in the onslaught of pleasure. He was going to come but he didn’t want to. Not yet. He gripped slim hips in desperate need. Squall leaned over, making the thick cock withdraw somewhat. Seifer groaned as the man moved his hips and impaled himself again. Not fully yet.

“I’m going to come,” the secretary gasped, absolutely sure he couldn’t stand the torturous pleasure much longer.

In response the man straightened and sat down on the cock. All the way in one shuddering, moaning move and Seifer saw stars. He was bruising the fair hips but couldn’t control himself as the brunet leaned forward to press a damp forehead against Seifer’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, give it to me,” Squall huskily gasped before rocking his hips on the blond’s cock.

Seifer gave a keening noise before he gave in and thrust up. Heavenly. The first led to a second and a third. Squall gave high noises at the thrusts and braced himself against the blond’s shoulders. The secretary dragged the man down flat and held the lithe body still as he thrust into that tight wonderful cavity. Seifer arched and yelled as he was suddenly overwhelmed by the greatest orgasm in his life.

It ripped from his head and toes, through his whole spin to his groin. His whole body tingled and shuddered while he desperately emptied hard balls in the warm body. Over the ringing in his ears and black spots before his eyes he watched Squall arch and cry out in his own release. Hot spots landed on the exhausted blond before they both collapsed.

They where gasping and panting for what felt like forever. Seifer’s body was shivering and shuddering, his head heavy and he had a strong urge to sleep. Squall wasn’t making things better by slipping to his side and curling up on his chest, one leg still thrown over Seifer’s.

Seifer didn’t mind. He was so tired and satisfied and… He hadn’t imagined such pleasure existed. He tilted his head until he could inhale the man’s shampoo. Perhaps this was far from dangerous?


Author’s Note:
It’s late… it’s long… It’s… a bloody relief to be giving you this! Thank you for your patience and your wonderful support.

From now on I give up. I’ll write at the bloody pace the muses sett and not get anyone’s hopes up with failed promises.