I love you

Disclaimer: If I made any money off this story I’d hire a real man instead of write porn all the time. No profits made, Characters are Squares.

Squall had felt the mattress shift long before he felt the smirk on him, and he felt the smirk on him long before he gave up trying to ignore it. He opened one blue eye only to be staring into lavender ones, attached to an elfish nose and full, pink, smirking lips.

“You do not live here, don’t think you can just let yourself in” Squall grumbled while rolling over, making the face smirk more. God, one night with Irvine two weeks ago was worse than sharing your sandwich with a stray cat. Squall couldn’t get rid of him.

“You sound like Zell” Irvine chuckled. “So touchy about your space, but it’s just little old me” The cowboy draped his long, vine like limbs over Squall's back and snuggled into his neck with a well placed nibble. Blue eyes shot open. “Bed’s plenty big enough for two of us” He added, pushing his luck to see how far it would go.

“No, it’s not. Go away” Squall argued, hunkering deeper into his sheets. Irvine frowned.

“It’s 3 pm, and you’ve been angsting in here since noon, babe”

“Whatever” Squall replied coldly. It was enough to make most of his friends give up.

It never worked on Irvine.

“Only one good reason to s tay in bed all day, Hon. And moping about a girl that didn’t work out ain’t it” Irvine drawled out, only because it got on Squall’s nerves. He gently pulled Squall onto his back and settled over him. Squall finally looked up at the sniper and looked him over. Today it was a dark green satin vest and brown corduroy pants. His red hair spilled over the dark green and looked even more brilliant in contrast to his peachy skin.

The way Irvine looked was gorgeous. That and the gentle hands on his shoulders, warm, firm tush over his hips was too much for the fighter to endure. Squall turned his head away as color ran into his cheeks. Irvine moved a hand to caress Squall’s cheek.

“You’re too beautiful to look so sad all the time, Squall. You need to let go and be happy because you owe it to yourself” the sniper told him softly, his hand barley grazing Squall’s jaw line, a thumb running over his parted lips. Squall kept quiet, he couldn’t argue with Irvine like this, he’d lose the second Irvine touched him again. Irvine didn’t expect a reply as he bent down and pressed his lips against Squall’s, so tenderly Squall was coaxed into putting his hands on Irvine’s hips before the kiss deepened.

No one kissed like Irvine, it was like some kind of coy game where Irvine tempted and led Squall along, pulling him in gently with a hot wet tongue that danced over Squall’s mouth. Squall never quite kept up, always a step behind Irvine as the cowboy changed how their mouths locked and Irvine guided Squall to this new pace and direction. Irvine’s tongue pushed against squall’s before the gunman sucked on a lip, or ran his tongue over white teeth. Squall felt his body turn to gel as the hands kept crawling upward and soon pulled Irvine close. He could feel the heat building between Irvine’s legs as Irvine shifted to lay atop him, putting pressure on Squall’s own lustful bud. Squall moaned into the and pulled back. “Irvine…no. I don’t want to have sex with you again” Squall told him, wiping his lips with the back of a hand as Irvine pulled himself up and studied Squall.

“You really want me to go?” He asked… Squall felt his heart sink at the idea and shook his head. No, he didn’t want Irvine to go… he didn’t want that feeling when Irvine threatened to leave. He Didn’t want to get attached. He looked over at Irvine who was reading volumes from the solitary man’s expression. “If you want me, I’ll be here, Babe. God know I want you bad”

Squall couldn’t say no again to that, especially when he didn’t mean it and he was already turned on enough break the fly on his leather pants. “..Please get it over with, Irvine” Squall said instead, a pout on his lips. Irvine smiled again.

“No way I’m rushin’ just because you’re horny, babe. Sorry” He grinned, running hands under Squall’s white tee and making the brunette shiver. Squall flashed him a look that could kill before Irvine forced him to cooperate with getting the shirt off. Squall took his own turn to undo the buttons of Irvine’s vest and toss it to the floor so both of their forms could begin the process of reveal. Irvine ran his hands again over Squall’s muscular olive skin, massaging every point before bending down to suck on Squall’s clavicle and work his way down slow as molasses.

Squall moaned impatiently as Irvine took his sweet time before reaching a nipple and giving it an ornery nip. Squall yelped and nearly though Irvine out before Irvine began sucking hard on the nub and Squall’s spine arched under the stimulation. Irvine began rubbing the other nipple with his fingers and Squall could only mew, his cock straining painfully under those damned tight pants. If it wasn’t for this leather chastity belt, Squall was sure he could cum right now.

“Irvine, please” Squall begged, running fingers though the red locks desperately as the redhead tease tormented him without mercy until Squall was sure he was going to die.

Irvine pulled himself off of Squall enough to look down fondly at the mess he made, quivering, panting, sweaty and flushed Garden Commander Squall Leonheart. Squall gave him a pitiful look to which Irvine smiled back. “Ready to get those pants off, babe?” Irvine asked and earned himself another death glare from Squall. Squall couldn’t help but notice the Gunman was putting a strain on his pants as well, but how Irvine could stand it was beyond the Gunblade user who forgot all about it as Irvine snapped the fly button open and let down the zipper to release the Leonheart Pride. The tip and shaft were already slick with pre-cum in a way so tempting Irvine had to bend down and sample a taste, licking the tip with a quick tongue.

Squall groaned in dismay. “No, Irvine no ore teasing” He shook his head right to left, but Irvine ignored him to sink his mouth over the engorged flesh and suck on it whole. Squall hissed in frustration, before gasping at Irvine’s skills. The Cowboy had a talent for giving head that reduced men to butter, Squall laws no exception. The tight mouth formed a constricting ring that squeezed up and down the length from head all the way down the shaft until he was deep throating Squall and making the young man cry out unintelligible words that sounded like a mix of threats and pleas.

“Irvine!” Squall gasped as the cowboy left his member and cold air struck the wet, sensitive skin. He looked both childish and dangerous as he was denied for what was the last time Irvine would get away with it. Irvine had to take a deep breath, the pain between his legs was conquering him and starting to make him shake with lust. Ripping open the fly of his own pants he shucked the garment off as quickly as he could, yanking a tube out of the back pocket in the process. Twisting the cap off he coated his fingers and slid them up into his own ass with a moan, Squall watched Irvine anxiously, the cowboy squirting the lube onto Squall’s cock and rubbing over the rod with his free hand. Squall sighed, flexing into Irvine’s hand, it was warm.

“God Squall, I want you right now” Irvine said firmly, pulling his finger free and moving up so he was positioned over Squall’s length.

Squall nodded weakly in agreement. “Irvine, do it” He told him, reaching under Irvine’s thighs to support him as Irvine cautiously lowered himself onto hot flesh. He hissed as Squall’s head pressed though the tightest ring of flesh but it was such a small flash of pain compared to the feeling of being filled with the most sublime of young men in any of the gardens. Squall’s mouth hung partly open as he breathed in application of Irvine’s tightness. He wrapped his arms around Irvine as Irvine coaxed Squall to change position, putting Irvine on the bottom and leaving Squall to lead.

“Ready?” Squall asked, holding up Irvine’s legs for him. The cowboy breathed in and out a few more times before nodding and Squall released any self control he had been conserving. He pulled nearly out slowly and gave a hard thrust into Irvine’s Ass that nearly unseated Irvine from his position on the mattress and evoking a cry from the redhead. Squall repeated the motion, brows furrowing and again as the time it took to pull back grew shorter and shorter. Soon Squall was pounding himself into Irvine, who clang to the Gunblade master for dear life and love. Both men were in ecstasy, their cries mixing over the squeaky protests from bed springs and the banging of the headboard hitting the wall. They were loud but they didn’t care as hands roamed over flesh, finally finding a place on Irvine’s manhood as Squall put his hand over Irvine’s and together they pumped furiously.

“Squall- Squall, I love you, more” Irvine was the one begging and urging Squall to go faster, sweat ran down their bodies, Irvine’s body tensing up he squeezes his eyes shot and screamed Squall’s name, ribbons of semen erupting onto their hands and Irvine’s stomach. His body spasmed around Squall and milked the seed out of Squall, Irvine’s name coming from his lips in a choked cry as Squall thrust a few more times before collapsing onto of the other man.

They laid together catching their breath for a good long time, Irvine’s finger’s tracing Squall’s back and Squall tasting the sweat off Irvine’s neck.

“…We have great sex, Squall” Irvine finally said softly, giving Squall’s soft hair a nuzzle. Squall thought about that.

“It’s cuz I love you that much… but it wouldn’t work if it was just me” Irvine continued. Squall closed his eyes, he knew what Irvine was getting at… and he knew it was true.

Squall never thought he be able to say this again, but he finally let himself feel it and he wanted to be with Irvine like this forever.

All it took was “I love you too.”