Million Dollar Question

“You can’t be serious?”

“Why not Seifer? I mean, what if the person was a dog in bed? Would everything else that was so wonderful about them make up for it?”

The scared blonde drew his brows together and leaned back. Squall took a swig off the bottle he was holding, and Zell looked worse for wear. Irvine was far from finished though. “You know, all the pressure is on the man. Women, they may be nervous the first few times, ya know, because it hurts. After that though, they tend to... expect so much.”

Seifer looked up at this comment. “So, what are you saying? You saying that you can’t keep it up?” Zell laughed hard and promptly fell sideways into Squall’s shoulder. Irvine’s eyes went huge with shock and denial. As Irvine sputtered, trying to answer through the thick haze of alcohol, Squall shrugged Zell off him.

“I said no such thing! I was just saying... girls expect to much. Sometimes us guys, w-we just wanna release ourselves. It’s tough. That is, unless your with a guy. If your with another guy, all you really have to worry about is not hurting each other in your haste, and worrying about what end your on.” Squall made a grunt of agreement, and Zell shook his head in affirmation. Seifer still looked doubtful. “What?”

“Irvine, man. There’s more to sex than just ‘who is on top?’. I mean, between you and Squall, you do more than just have sex right?”

“Yeah, but Stormy here is always on the bottom!” Irvine snickered as Squall turned every shade of red there was, and then some purple. “Hey man! Don’t choke! There won’t be any lovin’ if ya die now!” Irvine began to beat on Squall’s back, trying to get the beer to go down the right tube.

“I think they are right. You need to have an understanding with your significant other. I mean, you can’t just dive in.”

“Well chicken, you finally speak up. To bad it’s not on the right track. We were talking about pressure in the ‘sex world’.” Seifer emphasized by making quotation gestures with his fingers. “Besides, what would you be then?”

Zell scrunched his face. He still lay on the floor where he had fallen off the couch, his gravity defying locks long since gone limp and framing his face. “What are ya askin’?”

“I’m asking you, would you be top, or bottom?”

“I dunno. I never really thought about it. I guess I would... be bottom. I’m sure it’s not so bad.”

“So, you’d take it like a girl?”

“I’m not a girl!” Zell huffed and sat up fast, his best glare set sternly in place. His act soon changed when the blood all rushed from his head, leaving his dizzy. “Oh, I drank waaay to much.”

Irvine helped Squall to stand up, warbling slightly himself. “I think this is our cue to go gentlemen! Me and Squally have our own party to make. C-ya cowboys!” Irvine slung Squall’s slim arm around his shoulders and lugged the drunk brunet out the door.

Seifer downed the last three swallows from his own bottle, and set the empty on the coffee table with the rest. It teetered to the side and clanked to the floor. Cursing Seifer sat back in his seat, mumbling about cleaning it up latter. “So, Zell, you never ‘taken’ it before?”

Zell looked up surprised. “You called me Zell.”

“Sure I called ya Zell, don’t get used to it though. Now answer my question, and get up off the floor also!” Seifer grabbed Zell’s arm and pulled him to the couch. Zell couldn’t keep upright so he sagged into Seifer’s lap. Seifer licked his lips as he looked down at the smaller boy. Zell was laying on his side, head fully in Seifer’s lap, tattoo showing. Seifer let his finger’s trace the black markings, up and then down.

Zell sighed and nuzzled into Seifer’s touch. “Hmmm... I haven’t done anything before. No one’s ever liked me.” Seifer’s breath hitched in his throat.

“What if someone did like you, a lot. Would... you ‘take’ them?” Seifer’s voice was hushed, but thick with alcohol induced lust.

“Only if that person really liked me. Why are you asking me so many ques-” Zell was cut off as Seifer lifted his upper body and crushed a demanding kiss to his soft lips. Zell moaned and clutched Seifer’s shoulders hard. Seifer pushed deeper into Zell’s mouth, meshing their saliva. Tongues dueled and moist caverns were explored. When the need to breathe surpassed the need to posses each other, they pulled back breathing heavily, Zell grinning like an idiot, and Seifer looking like a lion ready to make his kill.

Within seconds Seifer had them both stripped and Zell lying beneath him. Seifer let his eyes roam across the many plains and dips of Zell’s smaller, yet firm form. Creamy skin was pulled taught across muscles that flexed with every movement. Seifer slid his hands down the length of the martial artist’s lean body, enticing deep throated moans to fall from lush lips. When his hands rested on Zell’s thighs Seifer leaned forward and began to attack the small blond’s neck with teeth and tongue. Zell’s arms came up to wrap around Seifer’s neck, keeping the scarred man in place.

Sweat covered both of the boys skin, making their bodies slide against each other in tantalizing ways. Seifer began to slide his hands down the inside of smooth legs, wanting to know what was hidden at the end. His thumbs brushed the skin of Zell’s heavy sac, and said boy moaned low and bucked his hips upward. Seifer smirked his usual cocky smile. “You liked that, baby?” Zell nodded his head shakily, still bucking his hips, looking for more contact. “Calm down Zell, let me do all the work here.” He moved his Right hand to cup Zell’s balls, his thumb rubbing in little circles. Mewls escaped Zell’s lips as he thrashed his head back in forth in passion.

“Oh FUCK!” Zell’s member was swollen with need and pre-cum was dripping onto his abdomen. “Seifer... Please! Uhhnnn!” Blonde hair was sticking to his forehead as he threw his head back, not quite sure what he was begging for, just knowing that he needed it. Seifer was only happy to comply.

He descended down Zell’s body, licking and sucking everything in his reach. He latched onto a pointed nipple, pulling it into his mouth and bathing it with his tongue, giving gentle nips as he pulled away and slid further down. Letting his tongue circle around the indent of Zell’s belly button, Seifer lapped and licked until the boy beneath him was quivering with need. Seifer decided to have mercy on his captive and too Zell all the way into his mouth. He sucked hard, and bobbed his head a few times. That’s all it took, and Zell was sent over the edge. Zell moaned Seifer’s name, hips twitching as he emptied his seed.

“MMmmm, Seifer. Good.” Zell’s vocabulary seemed to have shrunk to the capacity of Fujin’s. Seifer nuzzled his way back up his smaller lover’s body, planting chaste kisses in a random pattern.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

“wha-OH!” As Zell had been trying to bathe in the after-glow of his climax, Seifer had thoroughly coated his fingers in his own saliva. Seifer probed Zell’s enterance briskly, doing the necessary preparation before shoving into the opening. Pain etched Zell’s face as his breathing hitched. Seifer didn’t move, just let the small blond adjust. “It *hic-up* hurts!”

Seifer ran his hands down the side of Zell’s face, shushing him, and kissing his parted lips. “Baby, oh baby. Shhh, it’ll get better. Calm down, don’t cry.” The soothing words coming from Seifer would have been enough to cause Zell to have a heart-attack, had he not been preoccupied. Zell’s muscles did relax, though tears still streaked his face. Seifer began to slowly thrust into him, holding back as best he could.

Zell’s member hardened a little more with each thrust and soon he was pushing back to meat Seifer. That was the only sign Seifer needed and he began to push in hard, rocking Zell back with the force. Moaning Zell wrapped his legs tightly around Seifer’s hips and sat back for the ride. Snaking a hand between their bodies Seifer pumped Zell’s renewed erection in time with his thrusts, pounding into the younger boy. Zell through his head back and let out a scream of pleasure as Seifer his prostate and sent him over the edge.

The spasms of Zell’s inner muscles around Seifer’s throbbing shaft caused Seifer to fall over the edge into oblivion. White sparks danced in his vision and he filled his lover with his essence. The collapsed together is a sweaty, sticky pile, breathing heavily and loving every bit of it. Seifer nuzzled the side of Zell’s face, and the small blond sighed. “You ok, baby?”

Zell turned his face to meet Seifer’s lips in a sweet kiss. He smiled and nodded before closing his eyes and falling insanely to sleep. He’d probably be hung over in the morning, but Seifer didn’t think he would regret what had just happened. At least, he hoped not.

~Ende~

Woo! It’s been a while since I’ve written a good lemon. Thanks to Ryp who helped plan the entire lemon scene! Your da greatest!

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