Chapter 3 - Irvine Does Some ReconnaissanceWork, or Zell and Squall Share a Moment, or Squall Finally Gets Part of a Chapter from His Point of View
Squall glared at Zell with true hurt and his heart pounded.
"What do you mean, you kissed him?" Zell had just revealed his past actions to Squall, and the introverted boy wasn't very happy about it at all. He felt betrayed that Zell had kissed another person, even if that person was in need of some emotional comfort. In Squall's point of view, everyone just needed to deal with their own pain and get over it. He had.
Squall spun away from Zell. The two were standing in Squall's room in the small space between the bed and the bookcase on Squall's dresser. Zell immediately stepped up behind Squall and put his arms around the dark haired boy, then pulled him close. Squall resisted, but only slightly. Once he was pulled in close, though, he let Zell kiss the back of his neck.
"Squall," Zell murmured, "Irvine needed some human comfort. What I did doesn't change anything between you and me. You're the man I sleep with every night." Squall grunted in agreement, but didn't relent.
"Still, Zell, you don't kiss other people like that when you have a significant other. You wouldn't go kissing other girls if you had a girlfriend. Me being a guy shouldn't change that." Squall sighed, and put his hands over Zell's. Zell's hands were resting on Squall's stomach, but they were moving lower as the young men spoke.
"It changes nothing. Just know that you are mine. We chose each other." Zell resumed kissing Squall's neck, making Squall moan slightly. He reached up and slid off Squall's bomber jacket, then began to massage the other boy's shoulders.
"Hot damn you're tense. What's been bothering you?" Zell probed the muscles down Squall's back, then ran his hands lightly over Squall's buttocks. Squall responded by grounding himself into Zell's front, causing Zell to breathe loudly as Squall passed over his growing erection.
"I guess I've been feeling bad about not going to see Irvine. I shafted him, in a way." Squall felt nervous when Zell chuckled, but all the boy did was whisper in Squall's ear, "You'll be the one feels shafted, my friend, when I get done with you." He nibbled on the lobe of Squall's ear, then began to lick his way back down Squall's neck.
"Zell," Squall moaned, then turned around to face the blonde. Zell smiled evilly then kissed Squall on the mouth while pulling Squall's shirt from his pants. He quickly undid Squall's three belts, a feat he could have done in his sleep, then broke the kiss off and pulled Squall's shirt over his head. Squall took Zell's hands in his own and began to run them up his chest.
"You're a horny bastard, you know that?" Zell murmured.
"Hear it all the time." Squall placed Zell's hands on his nipples, then let Zell take free reign. Zell tugged tightly on them, but obviously decided that hands weren't good enough. Squall gasped as Zell licked his way down Squall's chest, biting occasionally. Once he reached Squall's nipples he took one in his teeth and began to tug and pull the skin. Squall sucked in a deep breath; both boys had discovered one interesting night in the shower that both enjoyed a spot of pain now and then.
With his other hand, Zell reached down and grasped Squall through his leather pants. He felt hard, and Squall pushed into Zell's hand as much as he could.
"Take my pants off," Squall commanded breathlessly, and Zell was only happy to comply. Keeping his hand on Squall's erection at all times, he slid the leather pants off using a combination of teeth, a hand, and body friction. Squall's pants were too tight for underwear to do any good, so he never wore any. Zell replaced his hand with his mouth, and Squall collapsed onto his bed, moaning and bucking under Zell's kisses. Zell fell on Squall, but kept his mouth on Squall's erection.
Zell teased Squall, kissing the tip of his shaft with only the slightest pressure, but never letting his lips stay there for too long. Squall grabbed Zell's hair, running his fingers through it, kneading it, trying to ride the pleasure that moved through his body.
"Fuck me," he hissed through clenched teeth, but Zell didn't reply. Zell kept up his careful ministrations, brushing his hands across Squall's abdominal muscles, then down across his thighs. Squall thrust up hard trying to force Zell to take his shaft into his mouth. Zell smiled up at Squall.
"Don't be naughty, or else I'll have to punish you." He kissed the tip of Squall's head again, then did take the shaft into his mouth and rode with the rhythm of Squall's bucking hips. Squall's hands pulled tightly on Zell's hair, but neither boy minded the pain. Zell alternated between licking Squall's shaft and sucking on it, and Squall was helpless beneath him.
Squall's semen spilled into Zell's mouth as the dark-haired boy gave a final moan. Zell pushed his face up to Squall's, then kissed him deeply.
"You know that you're mine, right?" Zell asked, and Squall nodded, then looked at Zell with some consternation.
"You're still dressed, Dincht."
"I'll arrange to fix that."
"You better."
***
Irvine sat in the cafeteria and attempted to girl-watch, but the whole process was entirely unsuccessful. Though there were many female cadets wandering around in cute, tight outfits, his mind kept wandering back to Zell Dincht. What had the boy meant by the kiss? Irvine wanted to find out, but just wasn't sure how to do it. Maybe get Zell alone and see what happened? Ask people who knew Zell if he was bi? Irvine saw all the choices in front of him and felt himself slipping back into dispair. There were too many places to go, too many decisions to make. What could he do? It wasn't like anyone was talking to him-
"Hi…Irvine, isn't it?" A girl with blonde hair and an orange body suit sat down next to him. She smiled warmly to him and her eyes were kind. "Heard you were here, but didn't realize you were out of the infirmary. I'm Quistis."
"Quistis?"
"Yes, I know. I was named after the pop star. My parents were big on that. You look perplexed. Anything I can do for you?" Quistis took a sip of the smoothie she'd gotten from the cafeteria.
Irvine felt himself get nervous-a completely different reaction than he'd ever had around any girl before. Why? She's female, for crying out loud. I'm slick. I should be able to handle this. Unless I'm a failure with women now too.
"It's nothing, really." He glanced down at the tabletop and began to pick at the plastic.
"C'mon…I can read most students like an open book. What's bothering you?" Quistis peered at him through her glasses, but the look was kind.
Irvine hesitated, but realized that if he told her, he'd have a good chance of pumping some information out of her. Maybe he could find out about Zell.
"Okay," he started nervously, "there was this guy and he…." Irvine trailed off as he saw Zell and Squall walk into the room. Both were dressed to kill…literally. Squall wore black leather pants, his trademark bomber jacket and three belts, and a white cotton shirt underneath. He had a determined look on his face, and Irvine noticed suddenly that there was a new scar on Squall's face, stretching from above his right eye to below his left. It made him look tough and sexy.
Zell wore his trademark denim pants, but instead of the more casual shorts he wore long black jeans. He wore a black T-shirt and over it his normal leather jacket. His shoes were different than normal, too. Instead of his red and black sneakers he wore black combat boots. Irvine admired the look. He himself had chosen to dress in his more comfortable soft leather pants, a darker brown shirt, and his tan overcoat. It was comfortable to him. He wasn't ready for new.
"Don't they look spiffy," Quistis remarked. There was no lust or hint in her voice that she liked either more than just as a friend, which made Irvine curious. He was assuming that Squall was fairly well admired for his looks (though probably not his personality) and Zell was certainly a flirtatious cuss. Quistis glanced at Irvine, noted his curious glance, then smiled. "They're too…young, if that makes any sense. I like 'em a bit older, though I'm the same age as all of you."
"Ah." Irvine was about to continue his story, when Zell and Squall's attention landed on Quistis and him. Zell broke into a huge grin and bounded over while Squall followed in his wake.
"There you are! We've been looking all over for you!" Zell talked animatedly to both teenagers, but neither was able to discern which one he directed his comment towards.
"You…who?" Quistis asked.
"Oh! Irvine. We're taking him to practice in the fighting rink. Need to get that blood pumping again, right?" Zell looked directly at Irvine, butIrvine could notice no acknowledgment of their earlier encounter. It reminded him of a horse Irvine had once. He'd give it a carrot, but the damn thing never gave any response after eating it. He wondered for one, horrible moment if Zell was playing with him.
"Cid ordered it," Squall spoke in a monotone voice once he reached the table. We'll meet you in half an hour at the practice grounds." He turned to walk off, but Zell caught his arm, then hissed something in his ear. Squall turned back to face the table and stared at his feet.
"Umm," he stammered, "thank you for, uh, saving my life, Irvine." Squall beat a hasty retreat out of the cafeteria. Zell stared after him, shrugged, then rolled his eyes.
"Why do I bother? See you then," he said, giving Irvine no chance to protest, then dashed up to the serving line to get a hot dog.
Irvine began to get up to go prepare, but Quistis put a hand on his.
"Story," she demanded. Irvine sighed, but sat back down. He wasn't feeling in the mood to fight or tell his story to Quistis, but he wasn't feeling ornery enough to make a fuss about it anyway.
"K."
"There was this guy," she prompted, her voice warm and comfortable and inviting. Irvine began to relax. She sorta reminded him of his mom.
"Okay…there was a guy, and he kissed me and said he cared, but I don't know what it was about." It all came out in a rush. Quistis nodded.
"You're confused about his intentions, then. Who was it?" Irvine glanced away, his face flushed. He ducked his head down, letting his cowboy had hide his expression.
"Nobody. Nevermind. Gotta go practice with his bitchiness and his hyperness." Irvine stood, almost knocking his chair over. Ignoring Quistis' cry to him, he hurried out of the cafeteria and down the hall to the left to the dorms.
When he entered his room, Zell was sitting on his bed, swinging his feet gaily.
"Thought you might like some company on the way over to the training grounds." He grinned at Irvine, then rolled off the bed and kicked up into a handstand.
Irvine just felt bewildered.
***
Zell watched Irvine from his upside down position and grinned inwardly. After their feisty round of lovemaking, Zell had discussed various ideas about Irvine with Squall.
"He needs friends, Squall," Zell said as he stroked the other boy's chest. "We need to be there for him…any way we can."
"I don't like it." Squall squirmed under Zell's tickling, and Zell's hand strayed down to Squall's abdomen. Squall growled softly, stretching under Zell's ministrations. Zell chuckled lightly, then wrapped his arm around Squall's hips, and pulled the other boy close to him; they were face to face, bodies touching.
"You don't like it 'cause you owe him. You don't like debts. C'mon, Squall. I know you've teased with the idea of a-"
"-threesome. I know. It just seems wrong somehow. Like we'd be taking advantage of his weakness. Also, I don't trust him."
"'Cause you don't know him. What could be the worst thing that could happen if we befriend him?"
"We screw him up beyond all belief. Hey! What are you doing down there!" Zell snickered as Squall slapped his hand away from Squall's penis. "Your hand is cold!"
"He needs friends right now, Squall. Lets got get him and tell him that Cid wanted us to take him to the practice grounds. He needs some exercise and probably won't go on his own."
Groaning, Squall acquiesced. Zell promptly rewarded him.
Zell grinned at Irvine's distant expression. Thecowboy didn't seem too close to reality at the moment. He intended to ground him-fast.
Zell kicked out of the handstand and sat down on the bed next to Irvine. Irvine scooted away slightly and reached over to get his shotgun. A moment later he froze.
Zell's hand was running up his back. It was a friendly touch, more like a pat, but Irvine could sense something deeper in it. Something…sexual. Zell twisted toward Irvine's exposed back and put his other hand on Irvine's shoulder and began to give him a muscle rub.
"You're tense, friend. Sit still a sec." Zell reached around and took the lapels of Irvine's trenchcoat in his hands and slowly drew the coat off Irvine's back and down around his arms. He put his hands back on Irvine's shoulder muscles and began to rub again, kneading his knuckles into the other boy's muscles and working some of the tension out of him.
He could tell that Irvine felt nervous and a little giddy. When he had taken the front of the coat in his hands, he felt Irvine's heart beating quickly. He hoped it was out of excitement, not fear.
Irvine stood suddenly, then turned to Zell and spoke. "That's better. Thanks. Let's go." He fairly ran from the room, his long hair streaming out behind him. Zell followed close at his heels.
Looks like he still needs more time to get used to the idea. Maybe he'll open up to Squall and me together. I knew we reserved the back room in the training grounds for a reason.
***
Squall tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for Zell and the cowboy to arrive. He didn't like the idea that he'd be responsible for helping Irvine, but for Zell he would do anything. It made him nervous that Irvine was a wreck partly because of him, and felt it was out of his power to help. He truly hated what had happened, but what could he do? Zell seemed to think that friendship was the cure for everything-the fighter was so devoted to his friends it seemed foreign to Squall. Squall had just recovered from Seifer Almasy's little "gift" to him several weeks ago, and was of the opinion that anyone will hurt you, even those you should trust. He'd hurt Irvine after all.
"Yo! Squall!" Zell yelled from where he and Irvine were jogging up. "Y'ready?"
"As ever."