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Who: Squall, Norman
When: Afternoon
Where: Barber shop
What: Squall has a gift for Norman.
Rating: NC-17



It had taken Squall a long while to finish. Longer than he had planned. But now it was done and ready to give to the man it'd been done for. He made his way to the barber's shop, carrying in his hands a spiral bound copy of one of Norman's books. It wasn't just any copy of Norman's book though, it was now an illustrated copy. Squall had spent weeks turning the words into images, hoping his drawings captured somewhat what Norman's imagination saw.

He hadn't been able to spray-seal his sketches however, since it required a highly toxic solvent that needed good ventilation, so to prevent the pencil from smudging, he had invested in some punched plastic pockets for files and folders to put them in. The spiral binding had been done in the library.

He knocked on the door lightly, poking his head inside. "Norman?"

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Norman was getting used to having unexpected visitors pop by while he was working. It helped make the day a little bit more unpredictible. He grinned when he saw Squall's head poke in. "Hey, come on in," Norman gestured.

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Squall stepped into the room, deciding it'd be more fun to let Norman think the worst before giving him his surprise, his hands behind his back, a guilty look on his face. "Norman," He started, letting out a heavy sigh. "You remember that copy of one of your books you leant me? Well... I kinda had an accident with it, it's all ruined."

He kept that sad, guilty expression as he took the spiral bound, illustrated book from behind his back, handing it to Norman. "I'm real sorry."

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He blinked a little, trying to remember which of his stories he gave to Squall. It wasn't a big deal either way. Norman always had back-up copies. Especially after Sword ripped up that one story, he'd made doubly sure he had more than one copy.

"No big deal," Norman smiled, reaching for the spiral book. He glanced at it with interest. "Hey, did you do this? You didn't have to, you know..."

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Squall couldn't help but smile then. "I wanted to. Open it up, have a look."

He was proud of the drawings inside, he'd put his heart and soul into them, wanting to get them just right. One character looked just like Norman, the other had an oriental look to him, Sen, but at the same time, not Sen.

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"Ohhkay." Norman opened the book, and was struck at once by the illustrations Squall added. They were... well... they were amazing! He grinned as he stared at his illustrated self, then the Sen look-alike. His fingers were eager yet careful as they flipped the pages.

"Wow, Squall," he breathed. He stopped, his cheeks suddenly flushing. "You... er... you drew the sex scene?"

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He nodded and smiled again. "I hope it's okay, I mean... I hope it's hopw you pictured it, I tried to put your words into pictures as best I could."

He moved closer, pressing a kiss to Norman's cheek.

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He felt his face get hotter when Squall kissed him. Norman went back to the drawings to feel less awkward. They really were well done. Naturally Squall had Norman's body drawn accurately, since he'd seen it a fair few times in the past. Sen's body wasn't exactly right but that didn't matter so much.

"You know," Norman said finally, "this is the nicest thing anyone's done for me in a long time... I don't know how I could repay you."

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Squall shrugged his shoulders. "It's a gift, silly. You don't need to repay me! Besides, you're always there for me when I need a shoulder, and I feel bad that I wasn't there for you when you needed someone to turn to."

He smiled soft and moved to sit on the counter. "I'm glad you like it, though. It took longer than I thought it would."

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"Don't worry about it," Norman said dismissively. He was engrossed in the pictures Squall drew. It was clear his friend had taken a great deal of time and care in each picture. They were so detailed Norman could almost feel the passion from the two figures. He finally tore his eyes away from the arousing sex scene, turning to a new page.

"So tell me, Squall. How many times did you stare at me naked to make me look that good?" Norman wondered, pointing to a drawing of himself.

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"Entertain..?" Norman pulled away a little, pretending to look offended. "This is more than that, Squall. This is a private moment between friends. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" He smiled, kissing back just as roughly as Squall.

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"Nothing wrong with that." He purred, keeping Norman on his lap. "Nothing wrong at all." He brought one hand up to cup Norman's face, brushing his thumb over the man's cheek.

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Norman gave him an expectant "what are you waiting for" kind of look. He slid forward, his knees locked on Squall's hips and shifting in just the right way for their crotches to press up against each other. This flirting added to looking at those pictures earlier got him in the mood for this. Of course, making out was fine with him too.

It didn't really matter what ended up happening, with Squall as his partner.

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Squall gave a groan of pleasure as their crotches were pressed together, the sensations causing Squall's cock to stir to life. His hands slid down to grab Norman's ass as he ground his hips against Norman's roughly.

"Want to take this somewhere private?"

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Norman kissed Squall in an effort to stifle the moan that came from grinding up against Squall. His hips jerked in an eager rhythm, grinning at Squall's hand on him. This was definitely fun. He didn't even feel like taking clothes off... yet.

"Why?" Norman asked playfully, rocking between Squall's crotch and his hand. "What're you thinking to do to me?"

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Squall ground back hard against Norman, dipping his head to nibble on the man's jaw, down to his neck. "Nghh... I'm open to suggestion. Though I have a few ideas of what we could do."

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His head automatically tilted back following Squall's mouth. He was sure Squall could feel him getting hard from the sensations. And why shouldn't he? Squall was very good at this. "Nhnmm, but... I don't want to move," Norman groaned, grinding more insistently against the scarred brunette.

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The feeling of Norman growing hard against him, only made Squall's own cock twitch and harden more. "Mmmm perhaps I should take you here right on the counter."

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God, when was the last time he heard someone say that? And not just say it, but mean it? Comments like that made his heart ache. Norman closed his eyes, tilting his head a little for Squall's lips to do as they wanted. Of course he was still very firmly perched with the man's cock up his ass, but he didn't mind.

"Squall... I wish there were more guys like you around here," he said quietly.

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Squall let go of Norman's ass, wrapping his arms around the man's back instead, fingertips drawing lazy circles on flesh. He continued to kiss Norman's jaw, before simply resting his cheek against the other man's, letting out a sigh of contentment. His softening length was still inside Norman, they were sat in a sticky mess, and anyone could walk in, but it just didn't seem to matter.

"I'm nothing special." He said softly, in response to Norman's words, trailing the fingers of one hand along Norman's spine, along his neck, before burying them in his hair.

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He wasn't inclined to move yet. His skin tingled lightly feeling Squall touch him, and he smiled at the kisses. When was the last time he did this, anyway? Just spent time with someone after fucking? Norman knew the answer to that but tried not to think about it.

"You're starting to sound like me," he noted, grinning in amusement. "But you really are special, Squall. Very few people see me the way you do, and... I can't express how grateful I am for that."

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Squall hooked his fingers under Norman's chin, turning the man's head to face him, leaning in to brush a light kiss over his lips. "You are so much more than a body, a toy... I get... so angry when I hear people talk about you like that, you deserve so much more."

He kissed Norman again, nipping his lip lightly. "Don't ever change who you are, okay?"

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He squeezed his eyes shut. He was not going to let himself start crying now of all times, when he was feeling perfectly content. He loved what Squall said to him but sometimes wished the man would just shut up. It just reminded Norman of what he didn't have, and what he wanted more than anything.

"Mmkay," he mumbled, kissing back. "And if you find anyone that thinks that way about me, you'll let me know."

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"Certainly will." He smiled soft, finally beginning to untangle his limbs from Norman's. "We should clean up and go shower." He mock pouted and brushed his lips against Norman's again. "Close the shop and come have fun?"

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Reluctantly but obediently, Norman shifted away, biting his lip as he felt Squall's cock slide out of his body. "You're a mess," he smirked, hopping off to pull his pants on. He grabbed a towel and ran it over Squall's stomach. He buttoned the brunette's shirt again, sneaking in a light kiss before he pulled back.

"Fun sounds good," he murmured.

"Seems to me you boys have had plenty of fun already," said a new voice. Norman froze; he didn't want to look, but he didn't have to. He and Squall both knew that voice. Seifer stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. There was no telling how long he'd stood there unnoticed.

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It felt quite nice, Norman running the towel over his skin, cleaning him up, and the light kiss made his lips tingle. He fastened his pants, and even though it was him who had suggested the shower, he made no attempt to move off of the counter.

Squall felt his heart sink when he heard the voice. He stared at the ground for a long, silent moment, letting out a heavy sigh, before finally raising his gaze to meet that of Seifer's. "... Seifer."

He wasn't really sure what to say, he couldn't really say 'it wasn't what it looked like' because it was EXACTLY what it looked like.