Bouncy

The Idea

"C'mon, live a little!"

"No way."

"It'll be great!"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"It's so...wrong!"

"Sweetheart, there's nothing wrong about two guys having sex."

"Reno-"

"C'mon, Cloud! I never ask you to do anything like this."

"You ask me to do weird shit all the time."

"But this isn't weird."

"It is - it's weird and wrong and kinda sick."

"Think about the bouncy fun, though!"

"We are not fucking on Marlene's trampoline, Reno!"

For the umpteenth time, Cloud wondered exactly why he was with Reno. Sure, after everything that had happened between them it was far preferable to be something other than enemies, but lovers? How in the hell had that happened? And why did it continue to happen? Especially since Reno was a few sandwiches short of a psychotic picnic. But then, Cloud always did have a thing for guys who turned out to be mentally disturbed.

Reno spoke again.

"I promise I'll clean up any spillages."

He was like a dog with a big, juicy bone. Cloud should have realised much earlier what his lover's twisted mind was cooking up. Perhaps the fact that it was Reno himself who bought the trampoline for Marlene. Yeah, that was a pretty big clue, Cloud thought, looking back. Reno didn't do 'extravagant gifts' unless there was something in it for him. At the time, Cloud presumed that Reno was trying to buy into his affections by doing something nice for the kids; that the gift would be a potential sex toy never once crossed his mind.

"And we can wait until after dark so we're not seen."

It was tempting, though. The idea of doing something so naughty gave Cloud a little thrill. To actually do it, though...if Tifa found out, she'd kill him which would be almost pleasant in comparison to what Barrett would do if he ever heard about their trampoline shenanigans on his daughter's new favourite toy. Not that there would be any trampoline shenanigans; Cloud was merely speculating about the consequences.

"I'll oil the springs so they don't squeak."

Damn him, Cloud fumed silently. Damn Reno and his kinky ideas and his practical solutions and his hand, working its way past Cloud's waistband. Damn him for making Cloud consider defiling the sanctity of childhood by having sex on a trampoline. Damn him for whispering the phrase that broke Cloud's resolve.

"I'll let you be on top."

Barely repressing a snarl, Cloud grabbed Reno's collar and started to drag him towards the door.

"Hey, I -"

"Tifa and the kids are at market and won't be back for a while. I'm hard, I'm horny and I can't wait until after dark. We don't have time to oil the springs and you will most definitely be cleaning up any "spillages" because this is entirely your fault."

The Deed

"Hurry up; I want you."

"Have a little patience."

"I am patient, but a man can only be patient for so long before it starts to hurt."

"If I don't do this properly, that won't be the only thing to hurt."

"Point taken. How about sucking my cock in the meantime, then?"

"Fair enough."

Cloud leaned down and lapped up the length of Reno's erection whilst sliding a second finger inside. It was rare for them to switch positions; Cloud preferred to be on the bottom most of the time, but on the odd occasion that he did top, he liked to take his time and draw out the pleasure.

"Oh, that feels good baby."

With a scowl, Cloud looked up at Reno and twisted his wrist. His fingers nudged Reno in just the right way to make him yelp then went back to the task in hand. He hated being called baby, or sweetheart, or fuck-monkey or whatever passed for a term of endearment in Reno's opinion. He did however like it when Reno spoke his name in that needy, begging way.

"Ah, Cloud..."

Yeah, just like that. He was growing as impatient as the man beneath him and really, they didn't have all the time in the world, so Cloud repositioned himself between Reno's legs ready for penetration and nothing happened. Well, almost nothing. Instead of Cloud's cock pushing into Reno, it seemed to push him away.

"What the fuck, man?"

What the fuck, indeed. Every time Cloud leaned forward, the canvas sank and so did Reno.

"This isn't working."

"Maybe if I ride you?"

The Outcome

"Ow, ow, ow! Fuck - that really hurts!"

"Stop struggling. You'll make it worse."

"That's easy for you to say; you're not the one with his dick in his face."

"It can't be that bad."

"It is. Hey, instead of smirking at me you could make a helpful suggestion."

"You could try blowing yourself? You're in the right position."

"Fuck you, Strife."

The fact that Reno called Cloud by his surname wasn't a good sign, but then nothing about anything could be considered good. Reno was upside down, the side of his face squished against the safety netting around the trampoline, his arm firmly wedged, right up to his shoulder between two springs and his foot tangled in a skipping rope Marlene had abandoned after play and had thrown over the top of the rails. He was kind of fucked, Cloud mused, trying not to laugh.

"You'd better not be fucking laughing, Strife. You'd really better not!"

It was pretty funny watching a cursing, spitting Reno struggle to free himself. In some ways, it was more satisfying than the sex would have been, had Reno not gone flying after a particularly enthusiastic bounce downwards and ended up in his current state. With a wholly uncharacteristic giggle, Cloud wished he had a camera.

"You fucking shit, Strife! Stop fucking laughing and get me the fuck out of here!"

The temptation to leave him there was so strong that Cloud was halfway off the trampoline before he realised what he was doing. He had to help Reno, or at the very least, get his arm free so he could help himself. But where to start? He started to crawl forward but halted when Reno let out another seam of abuse.

"Get the fuck back! You're breaking my arm!"

Sitting back on his heels, Cloud sighed. Then he heard the girlish giggle of Marlene coming from just around the corner. In absolute horror, Cloud and Reno looked at each other, open-mouthed and panicked.

"Fuck."

"Shit."

Reno was still stuck, Tifa and Marlene were on their way and Cloud Strife, hero and thrice-saviour of the planet didn't want to hang around to see what would happen next. Hastily pulling up his trousers, he scrambled backwards off the trampoline and made for the fence.

"Oh no you don't. Get back here! Strife! Strife, you fucker!"

Ignoring Reno's cries, Cloud pulled himself up and over the fence then dropped down on the other side. Reno's tone changed.

"Cloud, babe, please don't leave me like this? I'll do anything for you. Anythi- Oh shit."

The last thing Cloud heard as he rounded the corner to safety and freedom was the sound of Reno begging for mercy as he faced Tifa's wrath. He might be a coward, Cloud chuckled, but at least he'd survive another day.

And Then...

"What do you mean, 'no'?"

"If you seriously think I'm letting you screw me you're crazier than I am!"

"You're not still pissed off are you? I said sorry and now that Tifa's letting you back in the bar..."

"No deal, Strife. You abandoned me, left me in my moment of need."

"Like you wouldn't have done the same?"

"I'm a prick, Strife; everyone would expect me to do that. You're one of the good guys. You're supposed to be brave."

"I am brave; just not stupid. Tifa's scary. She could do some real damage."

"I know! I'm still recovering!"

"There's nothing wrong with your hand. You put that bandage on yourself to get sympathy."

"Hey! That's not true - my hand was practically broken."

"The one you're waving at me right now, you mean?"

"Fuck you."

"That's what I'm hoping for."

Much to Reno's surprise, Cloud lurched forward, pinned him down and kissed him hard. It took very little persuasion for Reno to respond in kind, bandaged hand showing no signs of injury when it skimmed over Cloud's stomach and down towards his zip. The pair had a brief tussle and Reno flipped them over so he was on top.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

Instead of answering, Reno crawled downwards, kissing and nibbling as he went. Cloud's breath hitched when Reno ran his tongue along the skin just above his waistband and his fingers twitched, desperate to run themselves through red hair. So he did just that pulling Reno back up to kiss him and murmur into his ear.

"I'm sorry for leaving you."

As Reno's weight settled between his legs, Cloud arched upwards, bringing their groins together and grinding. He'd missed this. In the week or so that Reno sulked, Cloud had missed the man, as well as his attentions, more than made him comfortable. He chose not to examine those feelings too deeply though, fearing what they would reveal about him.

"Fuck me, Reno."

It was as close to begging as he was likely to get, although secretly, he thought that if Reno did actually deny him, he would beg. He would have to because Reno was too addictive to quit. For all the man's flaws - and there were many - he redeemed himself in Cloud's eyes every time the made love. No, wait, screwed. Guys like them didn't make love; they fucked, humped, boned, screwed, whatever-ed, but they didn't make love.

They also didn't learn their lessons as Cloud discovered when Reno suggested sex on the roof of Seventh Heaven.

"Are you serious?"

"C'mon, live a little!"

"That's what you said last time."

"It'll be great."

"You said that too."

"Think of the thrill."

"Do you have a death wish? If Tifa catches us..."

"She won't."

"But...oh fuck it. Alright."

The end