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Who: Zell (open)
When: 800
Where: Showers
What: Doing a rain dance. J/k, he’s taking a shower!
Rating: NC17

He was an early arrival having been hauled in like a sack of potatoes that morning, albeit a feisty bag. He skipped his hearing and was hunted down rather doggedly by the police, damn they were persistent. Too bad they were immune to boyish charm and fast talking, Zell would have had them wrapped around his little finger.

Regardless, it had been a long night and an interesting morning. He was dead beat tired and looked rather like a cat that had been caught in the muffler of a car. Yeah, he was really ruffled and mud-stained so a shower was probably a small prison luxury. It was no doubt a touch uncomfortable for a newbie in a communal shower, but if he thought of it as a Japanese sentō it seemed cool…just a little…as long as they kept their hands off his ass it would all be good!

Just because he was short didn’t make him an all-you-can-eat-shrimp-buffet, and he was rather sensitive about the height issue. Though in retrospect he should have been used to height jokes, but his quick temper set him off the deep end very quickly.

Apart from that a hot shower felt pretty damned good!

Still, there was one thing he couldn’t help thinking about, the one person who was always on his mind, his dear ma. Zell really didn’t like to let people down, but the one he hated letting down the most was his mother. Damn, what would she say, what would she think? Not usually one to get lost in thought, or to think at all, he seemed dazed out when it came to this subject and he didn’t even notice his surroundings much.

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Labeling his mood as "annoyed" would be an understatement. First his cellmate drives him crazy with being too damn sexy for his own good, then he pushes Seifer off when he tries to satisfy himself, and now he hears the guy went and got ass before Seifer did?! Grr.

So that was what brough Seifer to the showers. He needed to be away from that guy for a while. Seifer wasn't worried about his ass being raped, and if Squall was grabbed well... that was just too bad for him. He noticed a new face in the showers and got a bit closer to have a better look.

"Hey." Best to start off with a greeting. "Nice hair."

Too wrapped up in his own thoughts Zell was caught off balance when he was approached from an angle by someone he didn’t know offhand. So he was, of course a bit jumpy, but not because he was scared or mousy or anything like that, just completely unguarded and the reaction was no less than amusing.

He spun on his heel on the water slick floor and instead of confronting the one who approached him he ended up stumbling backwards. The only thing saving his ass from a lethal befriending of concrete was the fact that he shot his arm up at the last minute and caught the showerhead. This turned the water directly on his face deflating his nice hair.

Pushing himself out from underneath the jet of water he doubled over and coughed holding his hand up to the individual as though to say he needed a minute. Once his lungs were clear of liquid traces he stood straight up, “oi…it was nice hair…hn…hey.” Covering his mouth he couched again throat still irritated by the water, shit, well that was just a little embarrassing. And here he was trying to act like a prison badass too, didn’t go over too well.

His lips twitched. Okay... just... don't... Nope, he couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. He couldn't help himself. That was just too funny. His laughter allowed for the other blonde to get his bearings again. Of course laughing at the near-fall probably wouldn't do much to boost the other guy's ego. But Seifer couldn't help himself.

"Jumpy, aren't we?" Seifer asked once he calmed down enough to speak coherently. "You'll have to be a bit more tough than that if you wanna survive prison."

The other’s laughter, had done a good job of deflating both his hair and his ego, and of course being told that he needed to act tougher didn’t help. Well he was glad he’d made this guy’s day, now the tattooed youth would spend the rest of his trying to scrape his remaining dignity off the floor where he felt like he’d lost it, “it aint *cough* fuckin’ funny *cough cough*…”

Once he’d finally gotten his composure together Zell stood with his hands crossed over his chest looking adamant about his own masculinity. His eyes were still pin wheeling a bit from the disorientation and he was completely unaware of his own nudity, only that being embarrassed only served to fuel him, “and I’m not jumpy. I…I’m cautious…this shower's filled with old fogeys with rusted dicks…so I’m just savin' my ass. You’d be too.” Well he doubted this guy would be, he was half a foot taller and kind of intimidating…well Zell wasn’t intimidated.

“Plus I got plenty of stones so don’t worry about it,” Zell waved dismissively trying to look tough after the ruffling he received.

He choked down a few more chuckles. He would seriously have to rile this guy up again if the reaction was always this hilarious. Seifer grinned down at the shorter blonde. He was pretty good looking, and the tattoo was a nice touch. Seifer took a very good look at it. Then his eyes dipped down to take in the rest. Not bad at all.

"We can't be letting anything happen to that ass," he agreed. "I don't have anything to worry about. I know they want my ass but they won't get their hands on it." He tiled his head to one side, as if thinking seriously about something.

"If you don't want hands on your ass, you got two options. Have someone watch it for you, or you can put on a tough act so they'll be scared. I think... you'd do better with the first one. You don't come off the least bit scary."

Zell looked almost baffled by the words that Seifer spoke to him, but bafflement was replaced with irritability soon after. Of course when trying to protect his pride he took on a stance that almost appeared challenging, but the expression on his face didn’t clearly show it. He looked more like a fluffed up bird with wet feathers than anything. Where the hell’d this guy get off calling telling him he needed someone to watch his ass, or that he should trade his ass to someone for protection, “I’m not a rump roast, there’s no stamp on my ass that says it needs protection I can seriously take care of myself and I’ll prove it if you don’t believe it!” By proving it he meant he'd slug the tall blond if he had to, though he was totally forgetting about the wet floor or about a possible second embarrassing situation.

Poor kid. That earned him another laugh from Seifer. This guy was just too much. There was something really cute about the bird with wet feathers look that he had on him. Seifer hadn't had this much fun with someone in a long time, not even on the outside.

"What are you gonna do, hit me?" Seifer chortled. "This isn't exactly the place to start throwing punches. How about this, Birdy: I'll believe you can take care of yourself if you can manage to come at me without nearly breaking your ass."

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do, I’m really gonna kick your ass,” The tattooed youth growled. Perhaps if Zell could have used that lump three feet above his ass, or perhaps in his case two, he would have understood that Seifer was only goading him on. When the other called him “birdie” then it was on, the instinct was simply to throw his fist and hoped it hit a nice sensitive spot that would seen the tall blonde reeling back.

“That’s it ass-munch! Here’s the KILL,” the smaller blonde did as the other said and came at the the scarred blonde with his fists of fury leading the way. Unfortunately that was all that was leading the way for as soon as he made the brazen move his feet slipped right out from under him sending water spraying everywhere. His hands were still out in front of him caught Seifer by the hips and the next thing he knew he had a face full of crotch.

He roared with laughter yet again. Boy was this guy easy to tick off. Seifer just smirked and watched Zell make an idiot out of himself. He wasn't really expecting Zell to fall on him. He wanted to laugh but where the blonde ended up... Hell, he laughed anyway. Perfect landing.

"You move fast." If Zell didn't get his face away, certain parts of Seifer's body were gonna start reacting. They already stirred just from feeling a face there. Damn, Seifer needed sexual attention way too much to be dealing with this.

While the tall blonde was roaring with laughter Zell was pretending his knees weren't throbbing from having hit the ground when he landed in the other’s groin. Man this guy really knew how to get him ruffled despite the fact that Zell was a guy who was easy enough to get along with. It seemed like everything the older blonde said, however, was simply designed to piss him off. His fingers dug into his instigators’ hips just a bit as he tried to pull himself up, but his knees ached and his legs simply didn’t want to do it.

“Fuck…well at least I didn’t break my ass…so shut up,” not that this stopped the other from laughing. Zell was dense of course, he didn’t catch onto what the other was saying to him or that the other’s cock was stirring against his tattooed cheek. He kneeled their just panting softly for a moment ignorant that the heat of his breath was probably stirring more than just the steam in the shower.

When he finally pulled back he looked up at the scarred blonde perplexed and unsure what the other meant about his moving to fast. Surely he wouldn’t be complimenting Zell on real speed, “huh?”

Seriously? That guy couldn't be that dense. Well, maybe he could. But even a dense person couldn't be so blind that they'd miss a guy's dick growing hard. Seifer wanted to shove Zell's face out of the way but damn did that warm breath feel good on him. He started breathing heavily and was so close to nudging the other blonde's mouth with his growing erection.

"I am so sick of fuckin' teases," Seifer hissed out. "Either do something useful with that mouth of yours or get your face away from me."

It was true; Zell was completely clueless about the other’s stirring erection until it became a fully standing erection. Really, how could he have been so stupid, now it was staring him right in the face loud and proud…well maybe it was just proud. In any case the young blonde fell back on his ass this time, “owch!”

It was unbelievable, the floor was made of the same stuff swimming pool cement was in their bathrooms, slippery and hard. He had no idea what the other was babbling about being sick of teases, Zell was sick of him. Still had he really been the cause of…well…that? Did he actually have one over on the scarred blonde who couldn’t control his bodily desires?

Maybe it was his turn to get a little fun out of this, but how to go about doing it was the first question. All he could rely on was what he remembered when he was first starting puberty and he and some chick got curious. Still that had been pretty nice, “fine, since it looks like your horny ass is in a real bind, sheesh…you shoulda just told me…I didn’t know you were such a pervert!”

Zell tried getting up on his knees to do it, but they protested rather vehemently against the floor, “ow fucking shit…I aint doin’ this on my knees we gotta find a place to sit or something.” The little blonde hoped there was a bench or something nearby.

He growled deep in his throat. Oh, he would not let this little punk think he got the upperhand. Yeah so maybe Seifer was horny as hell but he didn't need help getting off. Especially from some guy that couldn't even stand up in a shower.

"Me, a pervert?" Seifer laughed. "You're the one who had your face between my legs breathing all over me. You must really like hotdogs." He couldn't help a dirty joke at the guy's expense. This situation was more humorous than hot. He reached down to mess up Zell's wet hair even more, giving it a gentle tug.

"Okay, but if you're playing with me I'll kick your face in. Come over here." Seifer tugged him along, away from the showers. He found a place to sit and sat with his legs spread, smirking confidently.

“You’re sick…asshole…how fucking dare you sully the very word hotdog!” Zell really didn’t like this guy. He was such a cocky-ass prick and there was nothing the little blonde wanted more than to kick his ass right off the top of his high horse. Especially after calling him a bird and insulting hotdogs with his sick joke. Glaring at the other he reached his hand up swatting the scarred blonde’s fingers out of his hair and slicking the wet mop back only to have it slide right in his face again. Even the fact that his hair was mocking him was annoying, “and you are the pervert, you’re the one who’s stick is standing straight out in my face…falling on you was an innocent disaster!”

“I’m not playing, I’m honest...you fucker,” Zell allowed himself to be pulled along by the other blonde not even allowed to grab a towel, damn! He watched dumb struck for a moment as the taller man grabbed a seat straddling a bench and displaying himself to Zell with no shame at all. Zell knew he was turning some shade of red, but he wasn’t sure which shade. His own embarrassment made him growl low in his throat for being such a damned oddball about this whole thing…just get it over with already.

Climbing onto the bench on his hands and knees he grabbed the other’s thighs and lowered his top half down. This presented the other blonde, unwittingly, with an enticing view f his spine as it arched gracefully and the tempting curve of his ass, “I hate you…fucking bastard.” With that in the open he finally put that mouth to use just as he said he would. Not experienced with this sort of thing he merely started off licking the other from base to tip completely aware of his well defined canines so he wouldn’t hurt the scarred blonde.

Seifer roared with laughter yet again. He was liking this guy more and more. Birdie didn't seem near good enough for his nickname. Oh, he'd figure it out later. Right now he was far too amused by how easy it was to push Zell's buttons. Seifer could forsee lots of fun with this guy in the future. And not just the sexual kind.

Perhaps the most amusing part of this was that Zell wasn't being forced into it at all. He could've walked away and left Seifer to suffer. But there he was climbing up on the bench getting ready to suck Seifer off. He was getting all pissed off about it too, which made it hard for Seifer to not start laughing again. Good grief, you'd think the guy was being tortured into it or something.

"Like I give a damn if you hate me," Seifer retorted. Ahhh, finally some relief. He could tell that Zell was new at it but it still felt pretty good. Seifer's eyes directed themselves to Zell's inticing ass. For a guy that was grumbling about this, Zell sure was offering himself rather openly. And Seifer would be an idiot not to take advantage. His hand reached over and gently squeezed a cheek.

Nice and tight. "Mmmn, yeah," he murmured out loud. Both hands got in on the act while they could, and didn't just grope the ass. They ran down the thighs as far as they could reach, then back up to move along the curve of Zell's back. Horny? Yeah, just a little. And dammit if touching this guy wasn't making him harder.

Zell’s naivety was perhaps the one thing that made him so prone to this situation, plus the fact that a part of him felt he had to do this and the other part wanted to see that cool control slip away. So it was more about the competition than actually wanting anything out of it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t grumble. The little blonde had his reasons despite how candid and simple the motives were to make him act.

The younger blonde was tempted to nip Seifer, maybe he would if the other made another stupid comment. That’d serve him right! Zell didn’t really have the chance to think about it before his unguarded position seemed to have an effect on the scarred blonde. Zell choked back a shocked noise when a large hand found its way to one firm ass-cheek and squeezed. He momentarily stopped his tongue still pressed against the flushed crown. What the hell was this guy thinking; this wasn’t free drinks night at Tiki Bar!

Well…touching wasn’t necessarily hurting was it was it? So he did the only thing he could do without worsening the situation, he let it go. If Seifer got too funny with him he’s shut the guy down really quick. Ignoring it to the best of his ability he allowed the other to roam his lithe form. He continued his own oral ministrations laving his tongue up and down the hard length, exploring the larger veins with light flicks, even teasing the other’s balls for a few moments.

Not able to understand why, at first, he was so into it, it didn’t take him long to figure it out and it was round about when Seifer’s hands slid over his back that he discovered why. His body felt several degrees warmer than it should and to his own chagrin his own cock had stirred to life, no way was this asshole's touch turning him on!? It must have been pheromones or temporary insanity or something, his colon was confused! Like that had anything to do with his dick. Well as long as he remained like this the other wouldn’t know about it, he’d just continue his fellatio until the other got off and get the fuck out.

Damn! There was no way to describe just how good this felt. That tongue felt like hot liquid heaven gliding against him. One hand got all the way up to the back of Zell's head. Seifer slid his fingers through the wet hair gently, petting him in an encouraging sort of way. He panted, having no idea the reason Zell was doing this but feeling grateful for it all the same.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," he groaned, his hips jerking. That tongue knew what it was doing, and boy did it do it well. His hand slid around to Zell's shoulders, rubbing them before going back down his spine again. Wanting to have a little more fun on his end, Seifer slid one hand down to rub Zell's nipples between his fingers. He was enjoying himself too much to think about if this would piss off the other blonde. "Oh, baby, you're so good," he grunted. He tended to talk like that when he was getting into it. Half because he was hot and bothered, and half to get his partner hot and bothered.

Seifer didn't know yet that Zell was getting into this, but his hands certainly did their best to make sure Zell enjoyed it. They searched what skin they could reach for sensitive spots. "Moan for me, baby, c'mon," he murmured.

It seemed like Zell knew what he was doing and doing it well, truth was it had been six long years since he’d done anything. He took his aggressions out shadow boxing or in some other athletic fashion. Least of all he didn’t have a clue that he would be doing this with some guy whose name he didn’t knew, but he pissed the tattooed blonde off and made him feel good all the same. The situation was just too complex for his brain to handle so he didn’t try to. In any event, he had no clue what he was doing, but he knew his own body so there was no chance getting lost en route.

Inspite of himself the young blonde couldn’t deny something Seifer had mentioned about hotdogs, if he could deep-throat one of those bad boys he should be good to go with this…just think of it that way. Holy crap, he’d never be able to think of his most cherished food in the same light ever again. After working Seifer over with his tongue, until the entire engorged length was covered in pre-cum and saliva, the youth pulled back licking the moisture from his lips before swallowing first the head of the other’s cock and slowly inching his way down. No way he would get the whole package down his throat so he drew in only what he could pulling back slowly and sinking back down creating a rhythm with his mouth. He didn’t just bob his head up and down the length he also applied suction.

Releasing one of Seifer’s thight Zel paid some attention to the twins using his hand to cup and lightly massage the other’s balls. He seemed to be going in the right direction too from the looks of it, and occasionally he would look up at the taller blonde’s face. The youth also didn’t know how long he would be able to hide his own arousal, what with Seifer rubbing his nipples and seeking out as many sensitive areas as he could. Zell’s body was already shiver, his cock already weeping and dripping passion onto the bench. Shit, how could he hide that? Well he could grab Seifers wrist and redirect his hand if he tried, but then that would be suspicious wouldn’t it. Growing increasingly uncomfortable with his unattended sex he shifted his hips. Maybe if he distracted Seifer long enough the taller blonde would focus on himself.

Still, it was difficult not to drown in this spell the other was weaving or to give into those sweet demands and when Zell did finally moan after several moments of being obstinate it was genuine, “mmm…mmm…uuunnnn.” There wasn’t too much he could do with his lips around the other’s cock, but when he moaned it was like a vibration that pulsed up and down Seifers sex.

Maybe not knowing each other's names was what made this so damn exciting. At least in Seifer's head. He had no idea (nor did he care) what was going through the other blonde's mind. He was just grateful that tongue was so good against his throbbing erection. Fuck, he wasn't just good: he was amazing. Seifer groaned out loud and dropped his legs apart just a smallest bit more to let Zell's head fit in more comfortably.

Seifer's hands didn't sneak down to feel between Zell's legs, so he couldn't know what the other blonde was feeling at the moment. But when his tongue poked out to slowly lick around his lips, it sure seemed like he had a good idea. He could feel Zell trembling under his hands at least, and played with him until the smaller man's nipples were hard from the attention. Seifer moaned a bit louder, a hand dropping to grip the bench underneath him.

That moan got to him. The vibration moved through him and he knew he wouldn't hold out after that. "I'm cumming, babe," he warned in a strained voice. He didn't want to choke his kind partner, after all. His whole body arched into it as the pleasure ripped through him and released. He let out a satisfied sigh when it was over and flopped down tiredly on the bench.

When Seifer announced that he was finally coming somewhere in the back of Zell’s mind did the shorter blonde manage to register this and he drew back off the other’s sex. Of course this was only just in time to get it in the face when the scarred blonde ejaculated. Well anyone could have guessed that would have happened, but Zell didn’t bother cleaning it and the other’s seed stood out starkly against his tattoo especially. The youth remained doubled over and panting against Seifer’s thigh until he was able to catch his breath before pushing himself up and turning away from Seifer discreetly. If he could get out of this with some of his dignity intact he would remind himself never to cross paths with this guy again, he might just start to enjoy trysts like these and a part of him didn’t like Seifer enough to start enjoying him like this.

Arguably another part of him would beg to differ, and that part was throbbing between his legs without shame. Cursing the stupid organ for it’s lack of restraint Zell covered it blocking the view with both arms as if that would make it vanish magically. Looking over his shoulder he had to wonder if Seifer was still there, fuck if he was Zell didn’t know what to say to him. He hadn’t bother brushing the semen from his face and it slowly slid down his cheek and neck. That coupled with his flushed face and slightly shivering body there was something oddly erotic about Zell in his restraint.

Words could not express the relief and satisfaction that filled him after that. Damn, he'd seriously needed it. He wanted to express his gratitude but the guy was shying away from him. And wasn't he being really cute about it, too? Seifer watched him curiously, a smile tugging at his lips. It looked to him that Zell was having a bit of trouble with certain parts of his body. Trying to cover it only made the problem more noticeable.

Stupid guy hadn't even cleaned up Seifer's seed on his face. He chuckled in amusement and leaned forward. He dipped his head down and carefully licked off the traces that managed to drip down to Zell's neck. Hey, he'd gotten a lot of fun from this guy so the least he could do was give him some fun in return. Seifer wasn't so unkind he would leave a fellow man to suffer.

"Having some trouble there, friend?" he asked, one hand going around Zell's waist and the other closing in on his weeping length. "Why don't you let me take care of it for you?"

Zell was ready to go, but Seifer was still there and smiling at him too, what the hell was that about he looked like the cat that just ate the canary. He was about to ask what was so damned amusing when the scarred blonde leaned forward to…lick his own cum off of the smaller blonde’s neck. It was an oh-my-fuck-I-can’t-believe-you-did-that moment, but in a way the animal-esque way in which Seifer chose to clean him up reminded Zell of a tiger or some other large and dangerous cat. Which only made him think of the bird thing again, bloody fucking shit, why a cat an bird analogy? Still Zell craned his neck wanting the warmth of that tongue on him…his body did at least. His response was a soft groan and a delicate shiver why did that much have to be so good?

In that same instant Zell was trapped, Seifer knew Zell had also gotten "horny" during that educating ordeal. Cerulean eyes widened when an arm slid around him effectively trapping his body, but the blonde tried holding onto the last of his obstinate vestiges, “hey, wait a damn minute…I don’t need…st…a…ah…oooh fuck…aannn…”

It was difficult to resist it when that hand found him, and someone else’s hand compared to his own, felt significantly different and erotic. His arms relaxed allowing him to grip Seifer’s thigh with one hand and slide his arms up and around behind Seifer’s neck cupping the back of the scarred blonde’s head. His lean hips rocked of their own accord into the touch an act that seemed so completely shameless, Zell closed his eyes and tipped his head back against Seifer’s shoulder so he didn’t have to acknowledge it, but his lips did with soft moans a broken sex cries.

It was probably good that Zell didn't want to look at Seifer just then. The taller blonde had a wicked smirk on his face, probably very much like a cat that knew it just captured a very delicious bird. Seifer made some noises that encouraged the image even further, mostly soft growls in the back of his throat. His tongue carefully traced along Zell's neck again. Not to clean him up this time but to make the smaller blonde shiver again.

He actually paused when Zell told him to wait, but it didn't sound to him that he was being rejected. He probably could've left Zell to suffer but Zell hadn't done that to him, and anyway better Seifer than someone who would rape the tattoed blonde. So with no clear sign that Zell wanted to stop, Seifer closed his hand around the hard length. His fingers moved up to the head first, thumb carefully spreading pre-cum around the tip.

"You are so fuckin' gorgeous, Birdie," Seifer murmured, breathing hotly into Zell's ear. Seifer had knowing fingers but what was the fun in finishing this off quickly? Those fingers were better served trailing along pulsing veins and drawing out more moans from Zell's lips. His other arm held Zell loosely, just enough to keep him from getting away but allowing him the freedom to squirm or buck his hips if he wanted. "Gorgeous," he repeated, his mouth so close it brushed Zell's ear. He let out an unmistakable purr and moved his tongue out to tease the shell of his partner's ear. Very much indeed like a big cat playing with a captured bird.

Indeed, when Seifer traced his tongue along the column of the smaller blonde’s neck Zell’s body shivered almost helplessly. This time it was a bit different, this was the sort of shiver that made his body tingle and made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Seifer had probably found one of many undiscovered erogenous zones on the tattooed blonde’s body. So not only did he respond with a shiver his cock seemed to respond as well oozing more of that clear fluid, pre cum.

How could you dislike someone’s general personality so much, but end up falling ass over teacups for their sexual personality. He really despised this guys teasing way about him, even the air of superiority ruffled Zell’s feathers (no pun intended). When the scarred blonde stroked him, held him, licked his flushed skin…fuck…the blonde just wanted to lose himself in this guys sexual persona.

When the other referred to him as gorgeous, a term never coined for him, the youth knew somewhere it was all part of the trick…all part of the sexual mind game. Still the other was so close to his ear, that voice was so erotic and magnetic that his body couldn’t help responding and despite what his lips wanted to say they simply let out a stream f moans, “ I…Aaah! Haa!...Nn…nn…nnngh! Ah…ah…so…good…uu…oooh…!”

Planing his fet firmly on the bench and spreading his legs this gave Zell more leverage to rock his hips and try to push himself into those teasing fingers. Even though the caressed weren’t substantial it was enough to get the younger blonde rolling his hips in a motion that seemed to be for the other to wrap his fist around that length and get him off. Zell was ready for it, his back arched from Seifer, a light film of perspiration on his forehead, he would go crazy against the scarred blonde, “a…please…aah…mo…re…mmm…”

He was pulling some very interesting reactions from his smaller partner. This guy was fun to play with. It was really too bad that Seifer had already orgasmed; he'd like to see how willing Zell would be to have a cock up his ass. Well, maybe next time. Seifer let his breath tease against Zell's ear for a few more moments. His lips carefully wrapped around the lobe and played with it a little, rolling it with his tongue and giving it a few slow sucks before pulling back and trying to find that spot on Zell's neck again.

Seifer hadn't been completely lying when he said Zell looked gorgeous. The smaller blonde really did look pretty enticing. His hand splayed over Zell's chest and wandered over it to feel the muscle. Seifer liked strong bodies and gave a soft growl of pleasure at feeling Zell's skin. The hand closed around Zell's cock had slipped down to the base, cupping his balls one at a time and rubbing them gently in his palm. Those moans were too delicious not to draw out.

His hand stopped where it was. Did Zell just beg for more? That's what it certainly sounded like. Seifer's lips curled in a triumphant smile. "Whatever you say, baby," he smirked. His hand closed more firmly around Zell and stroked him harder. His other arm closed in around Zell to keep him from bucking his hips, forcing him to endure the pace Seifer was setting. Seifer wasn't so unkind that he would refuse such a sweet request. "Almost there, babe, don't worry," he soothed, strokign harder still. His mouth was back at Zell's throat, teeth grazing against sensitive skin, trying to find that spot that made the other blonde shiver.

Zell had no idea Seifer was mentally planning a second tryst with him, the youth didn’t expect to see terribly much of the other man after this. Who was he kidding though? This was a prison, he was bound to run into Seifer frequently in this place even if he wanted o purposefully avoid him. Twenty-five to life was a long time in a secluded society of, perhaps less than five hundred, people to not bump into one another again. Chances were probably pretty damned good, but what was it that Seifer wanted, sex was obvious, did he want to claim to be the exotic little bird’s first among other things, because this was certainly a first for Zell. Sucking a man off and now getting a hand job from a man. What was next was logical, sex and whether or not it would be the same man giving him his first lesson was certainly unclear.

Well whoever it was with didn’t matter, well it did but he probably wouldn’t get to hot over the idea of anal sex, being an anal virgin. Instead the only thing that seemed to matter right now were those wet sucking noises in his ear that sent his mind reeling with unnecessary fantasies. Zell did have a rather exaggerated imagination at times and boy was this particular fantasy good. That hand over his heaving chest, no doubt he felt the hard, rhythmic, and frenzy beating of Zell’s heart even through the well defined musculature. It was when that mouth found his neck that Zell seemed to really go into orbit ripping a few more harsh moans from those lips, the youth tipped his head to receive more of that mouth and caused his body to tremble in sheer pleasure.

Later, there would be no question; Zell would reprimand his treacherous body and honest mouth both for giving in and even begging for a more substantial rhythm. Right now words were only swaying; if his body could find release then he would have said almost anything. His thrusts became more desperate and shallow as Zell seemed to be reaching his climax and that mouth with those perfect teeth did the very thing to send the youth rocketing into bliss, “a…ahhh…sh—mmm…nnnng…c…comig…I…I’m coming! A…ahh!” Not long after the words spilled from his lips did the tattooed blonde spill into the others hand his body arching and writing against Seifer strained and taut every line of fine muscle defined completing the erotic image of climax. Once his cock spasm several times completely releasing his seed in the other’s hand he collapsed back into Seifer’s chest trying to catch his breath.

Too bad neither of them could read minds. It would've been interesting to see Zell's reaction to the devious things in Seifer's head. And Seifer in turn would probably smirk cockily if he knew that Zell's mind was whirling in fantasies. He already had a pretty cocky smirk on his lips just from how he'd managed to make Zell react. He gave the neck the attention it seemed to want and decided to leave a small mark there to remind Zell of what happened. Not that he needed reminding, but still.

Those moans were simply delicious. Seifer stroked harder, encouraging them to be as loud as Zell could make them. He could feel that Zell was probably getting close, judging from the way the smaller blonde writhed in his arms. His hand was a bit rougher as he stroked. He kept a tight hold on Zell as he went through the orgasm. It was a pretty sight too. The way his body curved into it, the noises he made, how his muscles grew taunt under Seifer's fingers. It was damn sexy.

His arms held onto Zell, waiting for the smaller blonde to recover. When it seemed like Zell would be able to support his own weight again, Seifer released him. He still had that cocky smirk on his face. "That was fun," he purred out. "Let's do this again sometime." He chuckled and grabbed a towel. This was definitely worth going to the showers for.

Zell didn’t recover too quickly, but when he did the entire situation seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks. Not only that, he’d failed miserably at making the tall blonde succumb to him instead of the other way around. And what could be worse the other was walking off half-cocked feeling triumphant and writing it off as very casual. Thinking about it the other had been frustrated when he’d come in here so that meant the tall fuck-tard probably had a lover and was venting on him. Shit! So that was it, no frickin’ wonder he was so nonchalant about it!

Zell growled low in his throat the passion completely extinguished from his eyes and if he had something he could chuck, he probably would…right at the inflated head! Standing up the youth brushed his hair back with one hand his gaze still fixed irritably on the retreating form, “forget it! Go get your jollies somewhere else psycho. This deal was one time only!”

Zell really needed another shower, he had some time he could rinse and wash his face and that’d be okay. His body still felt shaky on his legs, how could he have gotten this caught up? He’d be careful around that guy; whoever he was he was a menace and seemed to enjoy teasing the tattooed blonde quite a bit. Returning to the shower he’d been using he quickly rinsed off and washed his face, the last thing he felt was his neck and he could tell the other left a mark there from sucking on his skin. There was a slight difference in texture and when he found it all that could be heard echoing through the shower was, “DAMN!”

And one more thing, he didn't even know the bastard's name, damn.

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