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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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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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