Abstinence makes the cowboy grow harder.
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| Five days. He’d spent five whole days right beside that pale, lean, fuckable body and hadn’t been able to touch him once. Hadn’t been able to push him against the closest wall and crush those lips in a kiss he so desperately wanted. Even now, right now, Squall was sitting opposite him, leaning back in his seat, legs enclosed in butter soft leather and parted almost welcomingly, gaze intent on the electronic note pad he held in his hand. The chocolate mess of strands that was Squall’s unruly mop of hair fell adorably into those silver-grey mysteries of eyes, and Irvine wasn’t sure if he’d prefer them left there or brushed aside with a quick sweep of gentle fingertips. The vision prompted a memory from only a few weeks before, of the Lion of Balamb still flushed from the pleasure of his orgasm, propped up on one elbow beside him, his sweat drenched bangs shivering in front of the beautiful eyes with every laboured breath. Silver grey eyes lifted to him slowly, watching him between the dark forest of locks with an intensity that almost made him shiver. But that intensity was always there. It was what had made him want Squall so much in the first place. Irvine knew his gaze made what he was thinking of very apparent. His tongue slid out to moisten his lips suggestively as Squall watched so intently… Squall turned his attention back to the pad, writing something slowly with the annoyingly slender “pen” that came with the pad, so thin your fingers couldn’t help but slide down the plastic. Squall was squirming just a little uncomfortably in his seat. Irvine leant his head back against the inner hull of the overseas transport vehicle Garden had provided for their mission, feeling every vibration, every crest of every wave, shudder through his body. The thin message pad that was standard issue to the standard SeeD’s, nothing fancy like Squall and Xu’s models, began to vibrate in his pocket. Rather surprised, he pulled it from his pocket and accepted the incoming message. The header told him the message was from Squall. “Do you know how hard it is to be close enough to you to smell your hair and feel the heat from your body but not be able to touch you for five days?” Irvine bit on his lip to quiet the soft whimper that threatened to escape him at that, glancing at his dark haired commander, his leather bound lover. Squall watched him, a faint smile curving the corner of his mouth upwards just ever so, ever so gently. The commander wouldn’t have to wait long for a reply. His own message pad flashed a warning of the incoming message and he accepted it without a second thought. “I know how hard I am thinking about it.” Irvine watched the smile widen slowly, sending a shiver along his spine at the sight of the almost predatory expression, the silver eyes staying intent on the pad before him, not paying Irvine any heed. “I wish I could do something to help.” Came Squall’s reply. “Soon.” “Not soon enough.” Irvine squirmed as Squall nibbled at the end of the slender pen thoughtfully. Eyes dancing over a report as that sweet little pink tongue circled the black plastic so, so slowly. It was hard not to imagine that perfect little mouth wrapped around his own cock and treating him just as sweetly. He was so hard it was beginning to hurt. “Never soon enough.” Glancing around, Irvine noted the exhaustion of the other SeeDs, almost all of them fighting the need, the basic urge to just lay back and sleep. The mission had been hard on them, mostly new to the field, their fist mission after their exam. Perhaps that was why he was still so awake. After Ultimecia, this mission had been a breeze. Adrenaline still pumping and heading straight for his groin, just like the vision of every touch of Squall’s lips to that pen. Squall had noted his glances around the cabin, and was frowning now. “Very glad we get the weekend off.” “What are we going to do alllllllll weekend?” “I’m sure you can come up with something.” And oh gods Squall was smiling at him again. Even that was rare still. And he was grinning back, dreaming of leaning across and kissing that smile, sliding a hand over the buckle of Squall’s sole belt and stripping him, freeing that perfect cock and feeling it slide so perfectly through his fist as his lion like lover took his pleasure. Almost as if Squall could read his mind, he leant back against the hull, letting his head fall back, exposing that pale neck, eyes closed and lips parted just a little. It was so easy to imagine the soft little gasps of pleasure. Irvine shifted uncomfortably in his seat and very nearly jumped out of his skin when Xu’s booming voice suddenly announced that they would be docking soon. “Can’t wait to get you under me.” Irvine wrote and sent to Squall’s messenger again. Squall stirred slowly and examined the message, a faint flush spreading over his high cheekbones. “Only under you?” “To start.” Squall watched him intently as he replied, pale fingers splayed on the black plastic pen so perfectly. Irvine readily accepted the reply message. “I’d like to watch your face as I ride you. Feel your fingers around my cock as you slide deep into my body.” Irvine groaned softly, scrolling down to continue reading. “Have you push me on the bed, hold me down, and fuck me 'til I scream…And if I don’t stop this now I won’t be able to walk out of here.” Irvine bit his lip to still a moan, fingers shaking somewhat as he wrote his reply. “Want you now.” “Want you too.” They were equally surprised when the craft drew to an abrupt halt at the docks, Irvine jumped to his feet, drawing a curious glance from Xu and an amused one from his lover. He sauntered past Squall as he led the way out. Squall couldn’t help but wish Irvine would leave that duster off from time to time so he could appreciate that ass, in those jeans. He allowed the other SeeDs to follow Irvine, shutting the pad off and exiting the ship last. Irvine’s attention was on Squall solely as Xu droned on and on in her debriefing, watching him drag his fingers through his hair as it stirred in the sea air, eyes closed in contentment, happy to be out of the sardine can that was the SeeD overseas transport. The cowboy and the commander stood at the back of the group. “Can we go now?” Irvine murmured softly. “As soon as she’s finished.” Squall’s reply was barely above a whisper. Irvine fidgeted like an impatient child and Squall nudged him, his tone softly scolding. “Stand still.” An impatient little frown graced Irvine’s beautiful mouth until Xu announced that they could leave. Squall lifted his head to watch Irvine as he asked “Are you happy now?” “Not yet.” the Galbadian replied with that trademark suggestive smile. He nabbed Squall’s arm and tugged him off to where they’d left Squall’s car five days before. A few SeeDs eyed them curiously and Irvine stated simply: “Official business to attend to. Very urgent.” With a faintly amused expression, Squall made a show of looking for his car keys then paused, gaze turned to Irvine once more. “How much would you hurt me if I lost the keys?” “Very funny.” Irvine said dryly as Squall finally produced the item in question, unlocking the car. Irvine slipped into the passenger side and buckled up. Squall’s driving was almost as scary as his Lionheart Limit break. “You never lost your car keys in your life.” “First time for everything.” Squall murmured as he slipped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The four litre, straight six roared into life and burbled contentedly as Squall pulled onto the road and accelerated smoothly out of the town. “Let me know if it happens. I’ll watch for other signs of an apocalypse.” “Like….. Zell eating salad? Selphie wearing black?” Squall smiled at the corner of his mouth again. “Rinoa winning who wants to be a gillionaire.” “I suddenly fear for my hair.” Squall chuckled and pulled onto the main road that lead to the Garden. “I loose things. It's not like I'm perfect.” “Sure, but not your car keys.” Irvine squirmed in his seat as it moulded around his body, the leather embracing him as a lover, as Squall would. “Something wrong?” “Mm.” The reply was soft. Slipping the car into fifth gear for the twenty minute cruise back to Balamb Garden, Squall reached over, gently rubbing Irvine’s hard sex through his jeans. Irvine bit his lip and groaned Squall’s name softly. “Squall…” “Hm?” Squall could almost feel that violet and silver gaze on him, as hot as Irvine’s breath against the back of his neck as they lay together after a long hard fuck. “Pull over.” Squall was nothing less than surprised. And perhaps a little turned on at the thought of fucking right then and there. “Here?” He asked faintly. “Anywhere.” He pulled to the side of the road and barely had time to lift his gaze to Irvine before the Galbadian’s lips were against his own in a fervent, hard kiss. Squall’s gloved fingers tangled in his hair and held him right there. Irvine’s kisses were hungry; possessed of a passion he had so often faked with other partners. Never with Squall though. The Lion of Balamb always awakened something in him that few others had managed to even touch upon. He worked Squall’s jeans open quickly, pressing against the hand that cupped him through the blue denim, so hard he thought he might come just from that touch. “Irvine….” He slid his hand inside the supple leather, just to feel the hot taut skin of Squall’s cock, pleased when his lover lifted his hips to push against his hand. “Oh fuck…” “I need you now.” Irvine said, already breathless. Squall’s fingers closed around Irvine’s wrist and eased his hand away slowly as he nodded beyond Irvine, to the fields that stretched out either side of the road. “There?” His answer was a nod. Irvine almost tumbled out of the car when he opened the door, ignoring the breathy little chuckle from the commander as he joined him, just luxuriating in the feel of Squall’s body when it pressed against his back. Striding into the long grass, Irvine turned and suddenly kissed his lover fiercely, pulling him down to the ground gently without breaking their contact for even a moment. The slender, leather clad fingers tangled in his hair as Squall kissed him hungrily. Too impatient to wait, Irvine rolled the brunette onto his back and stripped the leather jeans from him quickly. Squall shrugged off his jacket with a soft rustle of leather, leaving his shirt and watching Irvine. Another kiss, as Irvine knelt over his lover, fumbling with his own jeans. Squall nipped at Irvine’s lips playfully, murmuring “Just be glad I didn’t wear three belts…” With a soft growl, he kissed Squall again, slicking his fingers and sliding them along his lovers cock and slowly further down parting his legs gently. The soft moan as Irvine slid two fingers into him was nothing short of thrilling and Irvine ground his cock against Squall’s bare hip. The cool skin of Squall’s arm as it slipped around his shoulder was pleasant. He felt too hot, the anticipation of taking the beautiful body very nearly too much for him, and the whispers and moans only fuelling his desire. “I need you.” He whispered as he rocked his fingers deep, brushing over Squall’s prostate purposefully. “Ah… Irvine…” As the fingers slid out of him, and Irvine’s lips met his, Squall moaned “fuck me.” The caramel haired Galbadian moved between Squall’s legs, tugging them up to wrap around his waist, thrusting into Squall with a husky moan of his name. Leaning his forehead against Squall’s shoulder as the arm tightened around his shoulders, Irvine pushed as deep as he could, rolling his hips to elicit moans and whimpers from the brunette. “Hyne…” Squall’s voice was almost enough to make him come. Nuzzling and kissing the pale skin of Squall’s neck as he began short, firm thrusts, Irvine found himself trembling. Every time they did this he had to remind himself that this was real, that those were Squall’s fingers tangling in his hair, Squall Leonhart rolling his hips to meet every thrust. He moved almost instinctively. “Gods… Squall…” Had he the presence of mind to open his eyes to gaze at his lover, Irvine would have seen the first flush begin to bleed into Squall’s skin as he shivered, his eyes flickering closed, his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Trailing more kisses along Squall’s chin, nipping at him Irvine groaned as his lover began to tighten around him. Squall sought Irvine’s mouth and kissed him passionately. Irvine thrust into Squall as hard as he could. With a cry of his lover’s name, Squall arched up, spilling over their stomachs as he rubbed against Irvine, his fingers tightening in the caramel hair. Barely an instant after he felt Squall tighten around him, Irvine came, crying out incoherently. The dry grass rustled as Squall fell back onto it, Irvine slumping onto him a heart beat later. Unwrapping his legs from Irvine’s waist, Squall slid his free arm around him, nuzzling against his hair. “Mmmmm.” “I agree.” Squall murmured breathlessly, his tone a little teasing. They lay together, trying to catch their breath for a while Finally Irvine found his voice. “So good.” “You are.” “Not just me.” Irvine chuckled, murmuring as Squall nipped at his earlobe. “Are we staying here all night?” “Not unless you like sticks pokin' you in the ass when you're tryin' to sleep.” “Not sticks no. Other things… well, it depends.” Squall nudged Irvine gently. “Up. We can snuggle at garden.” Irvine pulled away from Squall slowly, closing his eyes and taking a breath before slipping back into his jeans. That silver-grey gaze didn’t leave him until he’d buttoned them up, and even then, only long enough for Squall to pull the leather pants back on. Watching Squall with a lazy, satisfied grin, Irvine was content to sit until he regained the feeling in his legs. “Ready?” “Mmhm.” Irvine reached up, gently pulling a blade of dry grass from Squall’s unruly mop of hair, twisting it in his fingers. The brunette stole a kiss gently and smiled that faint smile for Irvine again. “Better now?” “Mmmm, much.” “And I was hoping for an encore when we got back.” “I’ll be sure not to disappoint you then.” Irvine stole another kiss and hauled Squall to his feet. They embraced for a moment, and Squall walked backwards towards the car, tugging Irvine with him. “You can never disappoint me.” He tried not to beam at Squall, but it was so hard, feeling so good and so happy. He took Squall’s hands and squeezed them gently. “Then I guess I’ll just have to try to exceed your expectations.” “Mm. Whatever.” Squall gave a breathy chuckle. They slipped into the car, Irvine settling into the leather embrace easily, closing his eyes as Squall started the engine. Squall watched him affectionately, before pulling back onto the road and heading for Garden. |
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