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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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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.

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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?”

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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."

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.