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FFVIII: Close, Closer
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Too damn much testosterone. Timeline here.
With three guys sort of fumbling into a relationship, there comes a point when there's just too damn much testosterone. People in Garden were taking bets as to when one of the three would crack and just pounce on one or both of the others. Squall was icier than ever, Zell more hyper, and Seifer more snappish.
Sexual tension, Quistis said to the others, with a little amused smile that she was careful not to let any of the three see.
But for them, it happened naturally enough. Others expected one of them to snap, but it was more of a natural progression.
Seifer kissed Squall first. And Squall shifted, dislodging Zell's head from his knee as he kissed back, wrapping his arms around Seifer's neck and moving to press close, closer, as close as he possibly could. He made a soft sound and Zell turned, looking up at them and making a soft noise of impatience, wanting to be kissed too.
Seifer was only too happy to oblige. For a while it was just silence, well, silence from them, while a movie went on in the background, and the soft sounds of three fairly hormonal guys kissing, getting close, trying to get closer.
Squall broke the silence with a soft sound, almost a whimper if it'd come from anyone else, pressing closer to Zell and running his fingers through his hair. Seifer grinned a little as he watched.
"Whatever am I going to do with you two?" he asked, still grinning, teasing, as he slipped a hand up Squall's shirt, and Zell shared a look with Squall.
"You're not going to do anything," Squall said, moving to push Seifer back. He bit at his neck and kissed and licked and generally distracted him while Zell got Seifer's pants undone, almost without him noticing.
"We'll do it all," Zell said, grinning.
"Fuck..."
"That'll happen too," Squall said, with warm promise on his voice, and it seemed he'd learned a smile, somewhere along the line, from Zell.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Too damn much testosterone. Timeline here.
With three guys sort of fumbling into a relationship, there comes a point when there's just too damn much testosterone. People in Garden were taking bets as to when one of the three would crack and just pounce on one or both of the others. Squall was icier than ever, Zell more hyper, and Seifer more snappish.
Sexual tension, Quistis said to the others, with a little amused smile that she was careful not to let any of the three see.
But for them, it happened naturally enough. Others expected one of them to snap, but it was more of a natural progression.
Seifer kissed Squall first. And Squall shifted, dislodging Zell's head from his knee as he kissed back, wrapping his arms around Seifer's neck and moving to press close, closer, as close as he possibly could. He made a soft sound and Zell turned, looking up at them and making a soft noise of impatience, wanting to be kissed too.
Seifer was only too happy to oblige. For a while it was just silence, well, silence from them, while a movie went on in the background, and the soft sounds of three fairly hormonal guys kissing, getting close, trying to get closer.
Squall broke the silence with a soft sound, almost a whimper if it'd come from anyone else, pressing closer to Zell and running his fingers through his hair. Seifer grinned a little as he watched.
"Whatever am I going to do with you two?" he asked, still grinning, teasing, as he slipped a hand up Squall's shirt, and Zell shared a look with Squall.
"You're not going to do anything," Squall said, moving to push Seifer back. He bit at his neck and kissed and licked and generally distracted him while Zell got Seifer's pants undone, almost without him noticing.
"We'll do it all," Zell said, grinning.
"Fuck..."
"That'll happen too," Squall said, with warm promise on his voice, and it seemed he'd learned a smile, somewhere along the line, from Zell.