Final Fantasy: Something Missing

Unplanned

Why did I continue this so earlier? Smut! That and NY electricity went out meaning I only have my phone...and considering no ones texting me I might as well write gay porn, fuck it!

Squall stood inside of Seifer's room, frozen in place. He did not expect that conversation nor turn of events... Here he was, in only dirty sweatpants, about to take a shower and stroll around in a very revealing skin colored sweater, lighter than he... with no underwear.

People tend to forget he goes commando when wearing his leather jeans, meaning... He had no form of comfort when out of them. Looking at the not so innocent cloth, his eyes squinted and his face soured.

Squall, "guess I have to," was all he could say.

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Seifer had just returned home to find Lisa sleeping on the couch... Unharmed, no tension, just calm sleep... But maybe that was because Leonhart was nowhere to be found.

Scared the brunet male had left he waltzed over to the girl and tapped her cheek. Small mumbles and incoherent whines were heard moments before her lime like eyes opened, locking onto his own, pink lips smiling.

Lisa, "welcome home," she chirped, rising up to peck him on the cheek. "I was on guard duty... But I failed and fell asleep."

Throwing her legs over the couch she rose up, stretching her spine. "Mm, Leon's upstairs." She started to smile. "It should be good."

Almasy raised a brow, about to question her when she put her hands up. "I'm taking the guest room today, too dark to walk home and too late to ask you to up and escort me. Night!" And she skipped off.

Seifer was really, REALLY, thrown off now. That girl let him off that easy, let Squall off that easy? And addressed him by his name!? Something was up.

Deciding to not over think it and just listen to her advice to find out, he walked up the stairs. He could hear the others breath stop as he creaked the door, green eyes going wide at the sight before.

Leonhart was in nothing but the very sweater he joked about prior to his face beet red. The brunet immediately looked down, pulling the fabric down to hide below. "S-she spilled coffee on me... The clothes have not dried yet." He hurriedly defended himself.

Seifer inclined his head in acknowledgment and took a deep breath. "Ok-" his voice huskily spoke unintentionally. He could see the other flinch at the tone, cobalt eyes looking up with an unusual intensity, thighs clenched together.

Almasy had to dig deep to calm himself and not get hard at the sight, the desire to run his hands over those firm legs and across toned pecs overwhelming.

Taking a deep breath he swallowed the lump and carried his usual cocky grin. "It's fine. I mean, it's funny but you don't need to defend yourself, princess," he spoke nonchalantly walking past the younger male.

Seifer, (don't cross the line, DON'T cross it.) He mentally argued continuously, not showing any interest in the brunet in the fear to scare him away.

Squall, watching the other, felt conflicted by the normal reactions. Almasy showed zero interest in him, compared to that day, nothing. If anything it proved that he really was just a rival... Friend? And a one night stand.

Looking down he sighed unsure of how to express his emotions to himself, he never felt so compelled to someone and out of all the people he could choose from, it was Seifer? (I must be some kind of twisted Masochists.) He Told himself, sighing again.

Thinking about what the girl said, about how he should put himself out there, dawned and he actually considered it.

Why not?