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Who: Balthier, Squall and Laguna
When: Day
Where: Laundry Room
What: Laguna walks in on a compromising situation.
Rating: PG-13



Squall sat on the bench in the laundry room, watching the dryer spin. He was bored out of his mind and he had forgotten to bring his sketchbook along with him. He stretched his arms out before folding them behind his head with a yawn.

Balthier had skipped breakfast, something he did only when Squall let him sleep late. Which wasn't often. This morning, he woke to find his lover's sketchbook still in place, rather than with him. The pirate picked up the book and headed to the laundry room, slipping in almost silently. "A little bored without this, love?" He asked, raising the book.

Squall instantly smiled at Balthier. "You know me too well!" He stood and moved over to Balthier, cupping his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "How did you sleep?" He asked, taking the sketchbook from his lover.

Laguna was cleaning the cell when he found a pair of his own boxers stashed under the beds. he gasped, remembering that the laundry trolley had already passed. he jerked, hitting the back of his head in the bed as he got up. "Oof.. Ow." His head spun a bit, but the older man finally got up without furthering damaging himself. He needed to go to the laundry room. Where he knew Squall worked. Perfect! He could deliver the rest of his stuff, AND talk to his son a bit.

Balthier shrugged slightly. "As well as can be expected." He replied after the kiss. Sliding onto the bench, he absent-mindedly patted his lap for Squall to sit down.

Squall set the book down on the bench and moved to straddle Balthier's lap, draping his arms lazily around his lover's neck. "You look so beautiful when you sleep."

Balthier's hands held each other, his arms wrapped around Squall's waist. "You're such a bad liar." He smiled, looking up at Squall's face.

Laguna walked a big way around a pissed looking Isaack, before hurrying towards the Laundry room.

"I'm not lying." Squall purred, leaning in to nudge his nose against Balthier's lightly, before tilting his head to steal another kiss. "You are always beautiful though. To me anyway."

"You're full of it." He teased, stealing yet another kiss. He slipped his tongue between Squall's lips this time, moving his hands to actually hold Squall's hips now.

Squall circled his tongue around Balthier's, giving his hips a playful roll. "I speak only truth." He purred against Balthier's lips.

Laguna moved still, sneaking through the other rooms, getting closer to the laundry room.

Balthier smirked slightly at the hip roll. "Mm... so, your idea of sex in here..." He murmured, breaking the kiss to begin nipping his lover's neck.

Squall rolled his head to the side, exposing more flesh to Balthier's mouth. "Mm. Yes. I think it seems a very good idea. It seems so long since I felt you inside me." He once more purred, eyes fluttering shut.

He slipped his hand down the back of Squall's pants, a finger brushing over his entrance teasingly. "We could get caught, does that not worry you?" He asked, knowing the idea didn't worry him in the slightest. If they were caught, they'd simply continue later.

Laguna moved, bouncing as he closed on the door.

Squall gave a soft chuckle, slipping his hands under Balthier's shirt, drawing lazy circles on his back. "You're talking to the man who went down on you under a table in the library, my dear, getting caught doesn't worry me."

A laugh came and he stood up, holding onto Squall and carrying him to a pile of sheets waiting to be washed. "Mm, I remember that. I think this is one of the only places here we haven't made love in or at least had a grope in." He chuckled.

"Oh, and the chapel of course." Squall murmured, shifting to lay beneath Balthier, looking up at him with lustfilled eyes.

"Well, I am a godless thief, if you want to fuck on a pew I'll gladly do so." He joked as he pulled his shirt off; his own eyes unable to look away from those lusty blue ones.

Squall chuckled and ran his hands over Balthier's now bare torso, purring softly. He sat up a little, tugging his own shirt off, using it to loop around Balthier's neck, pulling him into another kiss.

Balthier unfastened Squall's pants and slipped his hand inside, wrapping it around his length. "Mn... Squall..." he murmured into the kiss as his hand gave an oh so slow stroke.

Squall gave a soft moan, instantly arching into that teasing touch. "Ngh... Balth..." He kissed Balthier harder, tugging at his bottom lip lightly.

Balthier smirked, stroking Squall properly now. "You're so sexy, Squall..." He muttered, tugging lightly at Squall's lips in return.

"Ah~ talking about yourself." Squall replied with a pant, raking his nails over Balthier's back lightly.

"Ngh..." He tilted his head down, licking and biting at Squall's throat. "I want you so bad..." Balhier rocked his hips against Squall.

Squall growled in pleasure, grinding back against Balthier. "Ah~ hurry and take me then, pirate."

His fingers tightened around Squall's length and he moved harder. "Patience, love. You're too hasty." He teased.

Laguna swung the door open, making his way in without even looking. He tumbled over a hep of clothing, and right unto the pair. He blinked looking down at the obvious shirtless men, and gave a squeak of horror as he tangled himself loose, and crawling backwards and away, looking pale and pink at the same time.

Squall gave a loud growl as he was crushed beneath the pile of bodies. He was about to say something snarky when he realised just who it was! He flushed bright. His lips were swollen from kissing, his body obviously aroused. He coughed to clear his throat, wishing the ground would just swallow him up.

The pirate had also been about to reply with something unpleasant but caught himself at the sight of Laguna. Inconspicuously, he slipped his hand away and buried his face in Squall's neck. "Someone hates us..." he muttered in his lover's ear. Seriously, everything was always against them.

Laguna was sputtering apologies, his face red, and he looked like he was about to cry. The man got to his feet, slipped on some soap and crashed to the floor again as he tried, gasping a bit. "I-I’m sorry!"

"That's God's punishment on you for wanting to do it in the chapel." Squall replied under his breath. He sat up a little, using his t-shirt to cover the obvious bulge in his pants. "Was there something you wanted, Dad, because, well... you joining in with us wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

Balthier whapped Squall's head with his own shirt before flopping back on the sheets beside him. He was really not in the mood anymore.

Laguna looked terribly embarrassed by all this, eyes looked away. He felt rather sick in both embarrassment and that generally being his son being.. well.. the woman. "I-I was just going to deliver some laundry I f-forgot really.." he stammered horribly. The black eyes where healing, ore yellowish now, and his hair had a speck of blood in it after he had crashed his head.

Squall sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He moved over to Laguna and touched his head lightly. "You need to slow down a little. Look where you're going, before you seriously hurt yourself."

Balthier slipped his arms under his head, only realising now that his back was stinging where Squall had clawed. "Maybe tie your hair back, it can't help the 'look where you're going' part."

He flushed, feeling like such an idiot. He looked really depressed now. He had wanted to talk to his son, impress him, but so far, he had only seemed like one disaster to the next. "I-I’m sorry. I’ve always been like this. I shot myself like.. six times in the army too. I’ve lived this long, I’ll be fine..."

"Heh, don't worry about it. I guess we all have our faults." Squall was still flushing bright, looking more at his feet than at Laguna.

"Some of us more than others." Balthier muttered to himself. Sure, he was grumpy. He'd had the prospects of intense, hot sex with Squall taken away quite abruptly.

Laguna shrank at his, eyes to the floor. "I-I’m sorry... I’ll try to leave now.." he got up again, his butt hurting bad after the second slip, and tried to walk calmly to the door, but he was more or less tense in shock. The image would be so plaguing him when he slept. But before he lest, he stopped, saying meekly. "Seriously, you’re the woman, Squall?"

Squall flushed bright. Dear God why wasn't the floor opening up yet?! "Dad!!!" He didn't know whether he was embarrassed or angry. "It's... we... we're equals! I'm not some bitch whore spreading my legs for anyone!!"

Balthier got up and rested his arms around Squall's neck from behind. "Besides, if the mood suited us, I may have 'been the woman'." He replied to Laguna casually.

"Oh, Okay. Just... wondering." He squeaked, running out the door. He closed it behind him, but of course there was a sound of sliding, then crashing with a loud bang.

Squall winced before facepalming. Torn between checking on the klutz he called a father and flopping back into Balthier's arms.

Balthier sighed and picked up his shirt, pulling it back on. "I think I shall go back to sleep." He commented, picking up a freshly washed and dried pillow then moving to lay on the bench. "Wake me when you've finished working."

Squall sighed and flopped onto the floor near Balthier. "I'm sorry... It must be doing your head in. It's like he's everywhere. I love him dearly, but I feel like I never get any time alone with you any more. I bet you don't feel much like a romp on the floor anymore, huh?2

"Not particularly." He replied to the last part. "I know he's your father and I like the man, honestly I do, but at times..." He shook his head, burying his face in the pillow. "Nn..."

Squall nuzzled Balthier's shoulder. "Yeah... I know. I'll try talking to him or something..."

Laguna felt like the biggest fool in the world. His belly hurt in embarrassment, and he felt shamed to himself. He really was the worst father ever. Raine had been right when she left him. He was not fit for it at all.