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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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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.