Simple Answers to Simple Questions

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Written for, and dedicated to, Havok as a birthday present. May she never have to work as hard as her liver.
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Shit, I almost forgot about this picture of me an’ Chickie. He took it the week before SeeD tests started last year, when the two of us ditched classes to spend a day at the beach in Balamb. And nobody suspected a damn thing about us not bein’ at school on the same day since they thought we hated each other. But here it is, shoved in the pocket of my suitcase. Guess I’ve had it the whole time without realizing it.

“We gotta do this again next year, Seif.” I gotta smile when I look at the writing on the back. Then I see the date he wrote, blink a few times to be sure it’s right, and look over at the daily calendar Raijin has on his side of the room so he can’t forget what day it is. One year ago today. Fuck. Can’t believe it’s been so long already. Well, I gotta go there, see if he’s there, wait for him. Broken most of the promises I’ve made, but I sure as hell won’t break this one.

“You ever gonna tell anyone about us, Chickie? This whole secrecy thing’s startin’ to get on my nerves.”

“Only cuz you’ve got no problem bein’ gay. Hell, half the class thinks you ‘n’ Squall are fucking like bunnies when you ain’t training.”

I kiss his neck and pull Zell’s compact body against mine. “You know damn well I’ve only kissed him. He didn’t even return it, just stood there until I pulled back. And most people have made jokes about your love of hot dogs more than once. They suspect you are, it’s just a matter of time until they know.”

He never did tell anyone. Least, not to my knowledge. Kinda wonder if he’s been with anyone else, like Irvine the tramp, since I never showed up at Garden after all the shit ended. I ain’t been far away, though. Balamb’s the closest thing to a home I got. Would take the place bein’ wiped off the face of the earth to keep me from livin’ around here. I stick the picture in my pocket, scribble a note for Raijin and Fuujin, and walk out of the house.

Public beaches ain’t got monsters, so I ain’t got a reason to be armed, or to wear anything more than a pair of swimming trunks and sandals like every sane person here. I walk through the sand, nod at the people that seem to greet everybody, and make my way to the old dock. They don’t use it much anymore, since the wood’s rotting away and there’s a much better one in town. Makes it the perfect place to spend time with someone when you don’t wanna be caught.

This was where we spent the day last year; fishin’ and talkin’ and doin’ pretty much everything but fuck. He didn’t wanna end up with sand in spots it would take forever to get out of. Even if I’d be the one to help clean him off in the shower. I really don’t think there are many bad memories of when we were together. Course, it ended the day I got brainwashed into following my fantasy by a bitch that wanted to destroy the world, but maybe we can pick things up again.

Well, if he shows up, that is. Not a single blond head that’s passed by this dock has been his. Hyne, it’s pathetic that I don’t think about him much for a year and one little, out-of-focus picture is all it takes to turn me back into a crazy, arrogant Garden student. Raijin and Fuujin never managed to get me this much like my normal self, no matter how hard they fuckin’ tried. And thinking of Zell is what it takes to get it back.

I don’t get the chance to keep thinkin’ about that, though. A warm, tan, tattooed pile of muscle otherwise known as Zell Dincht jumps on my back, destroying the chain of thought.

“Squall owes me 100 gil now,” he says after he lets go and looks at me, grinning like an idiot.

One brow raises while I look him over, glad that he’s not wearing more than I am. He don’t look any different from last time aside from the new tattoo of Quetz on his inner right forearm. “Why does Squall have to pay you, when did you get the tat, and what the hell took you so long to get here?”

Zell sits on my lap a fraction of a second after my ass touches the sand, turns to look up at me, and runs a bare hand over the scar Squall gave me. “Tch. Would’ve been earlier, but Ma didn’t wanna stop talkin’. Got Quetz done a couple months ago with the money some paranoid old lady in Dollet gave me as a bonus for watchin’ over her daughter on a trip to those ruins down by the orphanage. An’ Squall owes me ‘cause he said you’d forget to show up and I said you wouldn’t be stupid enough not to come.” As usual, the words come out almost as fast as he can form the words, with barely a pause for breath.

Bet I’m smiling almost as stupidly as he is right now. For a moment, I really thought he wouldn’t come here. I almost forgot, but that’s beside the point. There’s a lot to try and read in those big blue eyes. Don’t wanna try and figure it all out now. And I don’t know what I’d say if I could think enough to form words. Only thing on my mind right now is a wave of fucking happiness from the hairs on my head to the tip of my big toenail.

So I do the next best thing to talking. I kiss him hard. He’s had that damn bird junctioned for so long that he tastes like the air right after a thunderstorm. His arms wrap around my neck and he pulls the small hairs there when I nip his lips. Zell’s tongue meets mine, a familiar small shock going through me at the touch.

Didn’t realize until now just how much I missed him. Sure, he was in most of my thoughts every time I was alone – and in every one of my masturbation fantasies – but finally having the real thing again makes it clear that I think I missed more than just these moments.

I suck on his tongue and he groans, like he’s always done. He pulls my hair again, a little harder than before, which makes me retaliate by moving from Zell’s lips to his neck. My lips and teeth find the familiar spot just below one earlobe, even though his hair tickles my nose. A small bite there is all it takes to make his breath catch in his throat for an instant. Another bite and he squirms against my lap. It’s a reminder that I’m getting very hard, very fast

But I ignore the growing warmth between my legs and keep working at his neck, since his head’s back now and the entire area is exposed now. Never biting hard, I make my way down the fine muscles, nipping, kissing, sucking, and gliding my tongue across the barely salty skin. Can feel his throat vibrating each time he makes a sound and his fingers squeeze my shoulders a little firmer in tandem with the whimpers, groans, and squeaks.

Once I reach the hollow of his throat, where I can see his pulse beating rapidly, I sink my teeth in harder than I had been earlier and suck firmly for slow seconds until Zell pulls me away.

“’S gonna rain, Seif…” he pants, pointing up. When I look, the clouds are dark and ominous. Not only is it gonna rain, it’s gonna be one hell of a storm this afternoon.

I nod a little, stand up once he’s not sitting on me, wrap an arm around him, and start walking quickly towards town. “Raijin and Fuujin are in Deling City this week. Not really sure what they’re doin’, but it means we got the place to ourselves.”

He kisses my arm, brushes one hand against my ass, and looks up, suddenly appearing serious for a few seconds. “One simple question ‘fore we start messin’ around again and I forget to ask – why ain’t ya come back to Garden?” There’s more emotion in that than I expected. It’s almost painful.

“Simple answer, Chickie, is that I ain’t ready for that yet. No matter what the official position about me is, people are gonna believe whatever they wanna. Couldn’t have handled that alone.”

Something odd flashes across his blue eyes, but all he says is, “You wouldn’t have been alone. Won’t be alone if you come back later.”

Dunno how to respond to that, so I pull him against me in a tight embrace, wordlessly thankful for hearing it. Maybe I’ll consider the offer later. Right now, I just wanna fuck him stupid to make up for a year of only havin’ my hand for company.

It starts raining just as I’m unlocking the front door, which means neither of us gets very wet before we’re inside. Zell looks around the living room for a couple of seconds before turning and pulling my head down so we can kiss again. He takes his time with it, one hand on my cheek as I get another taste of him and let him do the same. My hands move to his ass, squeezing the tight muscles lightly through the fabric of his trunks to make him groan a little into my mouth.

I sigh through the kiss when his hips rock a little. Even though his hips are about level with my upper thighs, I still get the point. Zell moves me with him as he leans against a wall, legs open just enough for my knee to move in between and press up against his groin.

His fingers find my nipples after I start kissing his neck again. That’s enough to distract me from seeing what sounds he can make, since I’m making me own. They’re not as loud as his, though. Not much is louder than Zell during sex. Except for, maybe, an angry Behemoth. All I can really do is let him have his fun.

When his head lowers a little and he starts sucking on one, I tug his hair and grunt something barely coherent in approval, my knee still between his legs. Can feel his erection through the thin fabric, which does nothing to make me any less eager to get him totally naked. Only makes me want him more.

I pull the trunks down after he bites the center of my chest. It makes me gasp, even though I’ve never been sure why he’s so fascinated with that particular spot. To keep him from going lower until I want him to, I run my hands over his warm rear, focus on how damn good it is to have his body up against mine, and get one finger between his cheeks, close to my eventual goal.

“Now I got a simple question for you, Zell. You been with anyone else since I ain’t been around to make you scream?” I whisper the question in his ear, breathing hot on his neck until he turns to look into my eyes.

“Got head from Irvine. Selphie dared him to do it. But ‘s all. No sex.” Simple enough answer, thankfully.

His only piece of clothing comes off when I brush a finger closer to the tight entrance to his body. I kiss him lightly, pull him into the bedroom, and tug my own off after he lies on the bed. Hyne, he looks good spread out and naked like that. Nobody else is ever gonna get the chance to see that, either. Not if I have it my way.

It’s a very familiar feeling to be on top of him with nothing between us, my cock against his stomach and his brushing against my balls. The static electricity that clings to Zell even when he’s not junctioned is a tingling over my skin that makes the smaller hairs on my body stand on end for a few seconds. When they’ve apparently adjusted, I reach down to stroke him firmly. He twitches in my hand and groans more with every motion.

On another day, I’d be perfectly glad to make him squirm and beg with either my hand or my mouth. Not today, though. All I want is to be inside him and, judging by the way that he’s trying to position himself beneath me, he wants the exact same thing.

I kiss him yet again, rock down firmly, and try to think of where something slick is. There’s no proper lube in any of my drawers right now. But I think Fuujin left massage oil on Raijin’s dresser the last time they did whatever it is that they do when I’m not in the room. It’s not something I think about often. The mental pictures alone would scar me for life.

He bites my lip hard enough to sting when I pull away. I kiss his throat and let him grab my ass when I roll off of him. Sure enough, the oil’s right there and it’s not anything with a really girly scent. Even before I’m back at the bed, I’ve poured some onto two fingers. Zell grins, eyes only open a crack, and lifts his hips to make my job easier.

I run my other hand over his balls and look at him to refresh my memory of his anatomy, wondering not for the first time how he manages to keep the curls a little darker than the hair on his head trimmed so close without cutting any of the delicate skin. The fingers slippery with oil circle the small hole, both making him cry out a little and relaxing his muscles so I don’t hurt anything. I push them in slowly, groaning at the way a year without sex has made him nearly as tight as he was the first time I touched him like this.

Zell’s body clenches around me several times before it decides to relax. I kiss the leaking tip of his cock and suck lightly, awkwardly figuring out how to pour oil with my left hand without making too much of a mess on the sheets. The third finger meets a little resistance coming in, so I don’t move any of them. Instead, I take the next couple of inches of his erection into my mouth, wince slightly when he tugs my hair, and tongue one of the veins when I find it.

His entire lower body arches up. It makes me gag when he brushes against the back of my throat, so I’m forced to pull back and keep moving my fingers carefully, stretching him out while enjoying the tightness and trying not to hurt him too much. Learned when we were first foolin’ around like this that it’s a careful balance between gettin' him ready for me and hurtin’ him.

I let his cock fall from my lips when he starts to taste too close to getting off. Neither of us is going to be able to make this last long, but I don’t want Zell coming before I’m even inside him. I hope he’s fine with the preparing I’ve done so far. Can’t keep myself from being in his ass a moment longer.

I prop myself up with one arm, kiss the mark I left on his throat, and look right into dark blue eyes as my other hand helps guide me in. Few things more embarrassing than missing your target. Yes, it’s happened.

Having my cock in him is a million times better than my fingers. The hot tightness makes me forget to breathe for several seconds while I finish sliding in, inner muscles that he’s got no control over squeezing around me. Zell’s arms and legs wrap around me, gasping painfully the first time I try to move. So I have to wait a little longer and taste the saltiness of his collarbone before I attempt it again.

This time, the sound he makes is loud and obviously pleased. Whatever little self-control I still have disappears. Even though it might hurt him, I thrust hard several times, slowly enough that I can hear the different ways he sounds when he’s enjoying himself. I can remember all of them very well.

He whispers something when I start to get faster, but I can’t hear it. My eyes meet his for a few seconds and he repeats it. The three words go directly to my heart as well as my groin. Can’t breathe enough to answer it, though, so I settle for kissing him, tasting him to make sure I remember it right from now on, and keep up the fast tempo. No use in taking my time when we’re both already so damn close to getting off.

A scream is the only warning I get before every muscle of Zell’s body that I can feel tenses up. I didn’t even have to touch him to get him off. Warm semen spurts onto my stomach and his. He digs his heels into the small of my back to get me inside him even further. A few more quick jerks of my hips is all I manage before I yelp, see stars, and feel my dick twitch during my own orgasm.

I roll over, pull him on top of me, and kiss his forehead, where sweat isn’t sticking hair to it. “Another simple question…how long you been waiting to tell me that?”

“One year, minus a day.”