Thursdays

Disclaimer: No plot, no point, no profit. Characters belong to Square.

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It was already late in the morning by the time Zell finally got to the bedroom. Today was one of the days of the week he wasn’t instructing in Balamb and Seifer wouldn’t be home until two in the afternoon.

Thursdays were when Zell cleaned the house in a fashion that would make Ma Dincht proud, top to bottom and every surface. At the moment, Zell was making the bed. He had taken the fresh sheets and the comforter off the line in the back and pressed the sheets by hand with an old iron. They smelled like fresh air and the citrus detergent he washed them in. But Zell had to rush the warm, crisp sheets to bed before they wrinkled. Now he was carefully tucking them into place on the bed. They had to be perfect, 6 inches tucked in even on each side then the surface stretched tense until a pin could bounce off the grey blue expanse of fabric. He was re-tucking a corner that he wasn’t satisfied with such intensity he failed to notice Seifer come in until the tall blonde had him grabbed around the waist, flipped him around and flopped him down onto his back on the freshly made bed. Zell’s blue eyes met Seifer’s green with a bewildered expression.

“What are you doing home already?!” Zell exclaimed, trying to pull himself up out from under the gun blade master. Seifer had him vastly overwhelmed by white-trench-coated body on top of the fighter’s small frame. Seifer pushed him back down with a nudge and began working Zell’s tee-shirt off.

“They let me off for the rest of the day. There wasn’t a single crime committed and it wasn’t worth paying the investigator’s wage so they booted me off today’s schedule” Seifer explained as he moved down to suck on Zell’s shaped abs, running a hand up Zell’s ribs to enjoy the muscle under pale skin. Above, Zell was still evading Seifer’s amorous intentions.

“Have you had lunch yet?” Zell attempted an excuse, blushing a deep red as he tried to keep blood from rushing somewhere other than his cheeks.

“Hm. Vivian and I ate an entire 24 box of donuts between the two of us. Maybe we can go out for dinner tonight?” Seifer offered instead, working of Zell’s clenched belt and wiggling the loose jeans down off the petite boy’s slender hips. “Mm, white briefs day… you really didn’t think I wouldn’t be home until later, did you?” Seifer smirked, his hand brushing over the soft surface, sending a shiver though Zell, pausing the annoyance on his face for only a second.

“You said two, that’s what I planned for. You could have called!” Zell scolded Seifer, or at least tried to, but it was already clear the battle was lost. Seifer was now slipping off Zell’s cute little tighty whities and throwing them onto the floor with the jeans.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Seifer smiled, stroking the inside of Zell’s thigh before pulling him back upright and stretching towards the head of the bed to place his lips on Zell’s. Zell closed his eyes and turned over, pressing into Seifer’s chest and enjoying the sweet, light kiss while Seifer enjoyed his lover’s bare body with wandering hands. Seifer pulled away and brushed a hand over Zell’s crest of blonde hair. Then he rocked back and sat on his heels to begin undressing himself before Zell, starting with his trademark trench coat. He took off his work clothes much more slowly; first removing his tie, then his shirt, slacks and socks along with his own plaid briefs. He kept on his white wife-beater over his broad chest and pulled Zell into his lap, moving up to the headboard.

“How about you blow me while I tell you about my mind numbingly boring day?” Seifer requested as he aided Zell in taking an appropriate position at Seifer’s waist. Zell shot a look up at him but made no protest as he settled stretched out across the bed, propped up on one arm and taking Seifer’s hearty manhood into his other hand. Seifer settled back against the pillows and rubbed the nap of Zell’s neck, watching the blonde with a soft moan as the little one worked over his head with a hot, darting tongue. Seifer made no attempt to speak until Zell had taken him as deeply as the fighter chose to, and began sucking up and down in a steady rhythm. Seifer wasn’t a very verbal person when he was being pleasured, but a painful experience taught him Zell preferred a little more interaction or he would become offended.

Seifer was sure he still had scars, but pushed the thought out of his mind as he began to tell Zell about his day. “…By the time I got in the poor bastards on night shift were about going out of their mind. All night and the only thing they had was one guy rattling doors and windows down at the shopping district-“ Seifer stopped for a moment as Zell pressed his tongue hard against the bottom of Seifer’s shaft and pulled it back towards the tip slowly. Seifer held his breath until Zell relaxed the pressure and returned to his previous pattern. But not before casting a devilish smirk up at Seifer. Seifer looked back, watching him for a minute before returning to his story.

“-Anyway…yeah… nothing happened until the Chief came in and he wanted to know why he had six officers and an investigator sitting on their asses. I think he kept three on hand and Vivian to answer the phones that weren’t ringing” Seifer continued between heavy breaths, struggling to remember to keep talking as Zell began to gently massage his scrotum. It took Seifer even more self control to pull the fighter off, but whenever Zell would handle his balls he wouldn’t last much longer and Seifer wasn’t ready just yet. Zell looked up at Seifer with a mixed look of confusion and irritation but Seifer pull him in to lick his peach-colored lips.

“You were making me feel so good I would feel like a bastard if I didn’t do something good to you, Pookie” Seifer teased lightly, reaching into the nightstand drawer and getting out a slender vibrator and a small jar of lubricant. Zell opened his mouth to snap something back, but realized Seifer’s plan, sitting up and moving against Seifer to loop his arms around Seifer’s neck as Seifer opened the jar and took some of the gel onto his fingers. He smiled as he felt something hard and damp press against his stomach as Zell clung to him.

“Ready for this, babe?” Seifer asked Zell purely for the sake of suspense. Zell gave a confident and affirmative nod.

“Come on Seifer, Please?” Zell begged, nuzzling Seifer’s neck with anticpation, grinding his hips a bit against Seifer’s body quite deliberately. Seifer grinned… He enjoyed making Zell desperate, even in small, everyday doses. Letting Zell cling as close as he wanted, Seifer rubbed the cold lube into Zell’s ass, feeling the fighter squirm on his finger. Seifer humored the SeeD and evoked a moan from Zell after a through probing.

Zell’s arms were already tight around Seifer when the vibrator was lubed and turned on… Seifer brushed the device over Zell’s ass, cock and balls until the smaller blonde made a sharp squeak of protest. Chuckling bemusedly, Seifer let Zell have it, slipping the pulsating piece of plastic deep into Zell’s crevice in one firm push. Zell arched his body and let out a cry of pleasure that was cut short by a hard, deep kiss from his lover.

“Let me flip you over- Then you can finish what you started earlier” Seifer pulled back and whispered into his ear. Zell blinked.

“Sure” He nodded, letting Seifer help him get into a position where he was slumped upside down against the taller man and able to take his cock once again into his mouth, but no sooner had he done that when he felt a hot, tight mouth on his own that made him gasp around Seifer’s member. Seifer closed his eyes from the extra sensation and sucked harder on Zell’s pride. Zell puured about Seifer’s.

Seifer allowed them to continue until he felt Zell’s body was tensing more and more. He forcibly detached Zell from both ends with more difficultly this time.

“Seifer~!” Zell whined, glaring daggers at him in dismay before looking desperate. Seifer was breathing a little heavily himself but he grinned wickedly, plucking the vibrator from Zell’s tight ass. Zell looked ready to hit him if he even looked like he was going to walk out of the bedroom, but Seifer laughed again and pulled Zell up, straddling his lap and settled him on top of his lap with careful guidance. Seifer was always pleased with how tight Zell always was, so effortlessly and all a matter of muscle control. Zell moaned all the way until his hips were resting on his lovers.

“Oh Seifer…..Tease me all the time with this…” Zell mumbled into Seifer’s shoulder as Seifer changed their position, putting Zell on his back on the sheets.

“I like playing with you.” Seifer offered without remorse. “Beautiful when you’re getting annoyed.” Seifer added, beginning to thrust into Zell’s hot entrance.

“God---“ Zell moaned, gripping the sheets and holding them tightly in each hand. Seifer kept a tight grip on Zell’s waist to keep him from going off the end of the bed, but giving him reign to thrust hard. For a while their bodies rocked together to the sound of Zell’s passionate cries and Seifer’s low grunts. Seifer kept his eyes locked on Zell’s expression of intense concentration and ecstasy with sweat running down his exotic tattoo. It was enough that Seifer had to hold himself back from coming, until he felt Zell’s entire body tense up like a stretched band about to snap. He pulled the small fighter up close in his arms as Zell was thrust down on his length once more before his body trembled with orgasm. The clenching of Zell’s body and the sound of his own name sent Seifer off as well, growing with bliss that ran up his spine as white seed shot from his manhood. He felt Zell’s boy around him and Zell’s seed on his chest; the burning heat of the fighter and all the fury contained in that small body.

The moment seemed to be too short, and they were lying together against the pillows, arms wrapped tight around each other. Zell’s head was on Seifer’s chest, and he could hear his relaxing heartbeat and the heat rising off his skin.

Then a thought occurred to him. Jolting up he punched Seifer in the shoulder.

“I just got new sheets on the bed, you ass!” Zell exclaimed in dismay. “Now I gotta do them all AGAIN!”