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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."

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.