Wherever You Will Go - Chapter 7
Title: Wherever You Will Go
Authors: madisuzy and calvi_sama
Pairing: Vincent Valentine x Laguna Loire (crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII or FFVIII. The title for this piece was adapted from the song Wherever You Will Go by The Calling
Warnings: Adult themes, Yaoi - that's two men having sex folks, be warned, and swearing
Summary: From an erotic chance encouter blossoms a love that will test both men's desire and devotion, and will send them on a journey of self discovery that will change both of their lives forever.
A/N: This is pretty much started out as pure porn, the plot comes later! This was written as an RP: madisuzy wrote Laguna, Kiros and Squall and yours truly wrote Vincent and Irvine. It started out as kind of a "feeler fic" -an experiment if you will- and we both just fell in love with the story and kept going! We hope you enjoy!!
Chapter 7
Laguna stood up as soon as the door shut, walking over to lock it before returning to stand in front of Vincent with his arms crossed and a slight frown. He honestly had no idea of how one was supposed to initiate these things.
“Vincent, you know how we’re gonna be stuck with Irvine for the next month? Well, I was thinking that we should spend this last hour of freedom wisely. What do you think?” Laguna mumbled as he stared at the floor between them, blushing like a sixteen year old.
Vincent lifted an eyebrow as he looked up at Laguna, grinning slowly. “And what did you have in mind, Mr. President?”
Bastard... he’s going to make me make the first move. Laguna should have known that Vincent wouldn’t be able to resist teasing him like this. Chewing on his lip, he looked back at the grinning face of his lover suddenly getting an idea that would wipe that smile away. “Hey Vince, what do you think about me topping?” he asked with a grin, not thinking past the shock value of the statement.
That wiped the grin right off Vincent’s face. Meeting Laguna’s eyes steadily he asked softly, “Is that what you want?”
“No. Just wanted to know what you thought about it,” Laguna continued, moving forward to straddle his lover and take a seat in his lap. “What I want right now is you on top.” He stopped with their foreheads resting together and licked his suddenly dry lips.
Vincent’s hands came up to wrap around the back of Laguna’s neck, his thumbs brushing the other man’s cheeks and breathed, “I would give that to you… when I have given it to no other.” Then he stretched up and captured Laguna’s lips with his own, pressing firmly to force the shorter man’s mouth to open and allow his tongue entry. When he pulled away finally, they were both panting, “My Laguna.”
“Vincent… thank you,” Laguna whispered, looking deep into ruby pools. He would never ask to top but it gave him a warm feeling to know that Vincent would if he wanted it. Bringing their lips together in a deeper kiss, Laguna unbuttoned Vincent’s shirt slowly letting his hands wander over pale skin as it was revealed.
Letting his hands fall away, Vincent returned Laguna’s kiss and allowed the man to explore his body as he wished. Groaning softly his head fell back against the chair back, exposing his throat to Laguna’s velvety tongue. He enjoyed his lover’s attention, indulging in just being able to feel his body being touched and caressed with such care and gentleness… something he had never felt before. “That’s it, Laguna… feel me…,” he gasped.
Laguna couldn’t stop himself from feeling every inch of Vincent that he could reach. The more he touched, the more he needed. His lover was like a drug that he couldn’t resist, that he craved for more and more every time he took a taste. The President sucked and nibbled on Vincent’s neck as he began to grind his hips against him.
“Vincent… I want you to take me… hard,” he mumbled into his lover’s neck.
With a moan, Vincent’s eyes rolled back in his head as he tipped his face to the side to allow Laguna better access to his neck. On their own, his hips began moving against Laguna’s and his hands came up to fumble with the button of Laguna’s pants. He jerked them open and reached inside to wrap his hand around the shorter man’s fully erect member to stand it up against his belly so it just peeked out over Laguna’s waistband. Next he slid his hands up under Laguna’s shirt to run them over the man’s toned chest. Dimly he cursed his glove and the fact that it kept him from feeling Laguna’s soft skin, but he wasn’t ready to reveal that nightmare to his gentle lover.
Laguna’s hands went to his own waistband as the President fused their lips together in a sloppy kiss that was more pornographic than romantic. But then again, they were both nearing desperation, as Vincent was brutally reminded by his own now pounding erection. It was at that moment when something occurred to him, and with a gasp he grabbed Laguna’s seeking, busy hands and held them still. “Laguna, no. I don’t have any lubricant. It will hurt, and I will injure you, and that is something I will never do.”
“Don't care,” Laguna stuttered out. “Need you now, Vin. Just use something else... anything,” he begged, continuing to grind against his lover.
“Oh, Gods, Laguna,” Vincent was being driven slowly mad by the languid friction against his clothed groin. He put his hands on Laguna’s hips as the man slowly rubbed his way closer to orgasm. “I… I can’t… hurt you…” He groaned again, chest heaving in an effort to restrain himself.
Laguna looked down at his lover and sighed in frustration. Leaning forward to lay a soft kiss to those beautiful lips he smiled.
“Okay, give me a minute and I’ll find something,” he said, standing up from Vincent and fixing up his pants before heading for the door. Opening it and sticking his head out, he found only one option in the hall. Irvine was standing chatting up one of the secretaries down the hall and Laguna rolled his eyes at the cowboy before finally catching his eye and waving him over. The young man approached with a grin and a tip of his hat.
“Um, Irvine…you couldn’t do me a favor, could you?” Laguna started, too horny to even realize how embarrassing this should be. The cowboy nodded and Laguna continued. “I need some… um… well… lube. You don’t happen to have any do you?”
Both eyebrows shot straight up at the question. “What?” he asked stupidly. “Lube? I don’…,” he broke off as his eyes drifted over Laguna’s shoulder to see a wealth of black hair draped over the back of one of the conference chairs and the movement of broad shoulders that would indicate heavy breathing. His mouth worked as he blinked quickly, staring at that hair, wondering what it would be like to burry his fingers into it and pull, when Laguna cleared his throat.
Irvine shook his head and trained his blue eyes back on Laguna and noticed… kiss swollen lips, flushed cheeks, dilated pupils. Holy shit! Ol’ Laguna’s getting’ laid! He thought gleefully, a slow grin spreading across his face. “We-ell, what d’ya know. ‘N all this time we figger’d ya to be celibate. Who knew it’d take a pretty pair ‘o eyes ‘n some long black hair t’ git yer blood boilin’?” He winked slowly at Laguna, which earned him a furious blush. “Hang on a sec ‘n lemme see what I c’n find.”
With that he sauntered back to the pretty secretary and asked, “I hate t’ trouble ya again darlin’, but d’you happ’n t’ have any lotion I c’d borra?” As the secretary giggled and rummaged in a drawer, producing a small, full tube of lotion he tipped his hat back and gave her a flirty wink and a, “Be right back, honey.” Before turning around and returning to put the tube into Laguna’s slightly shaking hand. “There ya go boss, have fun…,” and winked again.
But lewd as he could be, he could see how important this was to Laguna and he decided right then and there that he wouldn’t let anyone interrupt these two, who very clearly needed each other. With a pang he thought of Squall, but pushed it away in favor of another grin, and motioned the President back inside the conference room with a shooing motion.
Laguna thanked the cowboy and shut the door quickly. So maybe asking him for lube wasn’t the brightest idea but at least now he had what he needed. Striding back over to Vincent, he climbed back onto his lap and kissed him again before pulling back and holding up the lotion with a triumphant grin.
“No excuses now,” Laguna purred.
“Good,” Vincent growled and in one fluid motion rose out of the chair with Laguna’s legs wrapping around his waist tightly. He walked them down to an empty portion of the table and he set Laguna back on his feet. Leaning in close he rumbled, “I’m going to fuck you so hard… you’ll feel my dick in your throat.” That was the end of the talking as he spun Laguna around and rather gently pushed the smaller man’s chest down onto the table before opening the man’s pants up and yanking them down to Laguna’s ankles.
He quickly applied the lotion to two fingers and pressed them into Laguna’s body, thankful that the man was already relaxed from all of their previous nights’ activities. Laguna let out a small keening cry, pushing himself back onto Vincent’s fingers, causing the gunman to grin ferally. “So hungry…,” he murmured, and while he slowly finger fucked Laguna, he reached for his own pants and wrenched them down to mid-thigh, before squeezing out some lotion onto his cock.
Putting the tube down, he then rubbed the creamy substance all over his erection save for the broad, flared head. Just as he finished, Laguna looked over his shoulder and a made small whimpering sound that only fuelled his need to be inside of the tight heat of his lover.
“Vin…,” Laguna pleaded, glancing back at his lover. Vincent’s fingers where driving him insane but he knew he needed more. His lover stood, observing him and looking so damn hot that Laguna had to remind himself that this was real and not a dream. Pushing back impatiently he whimpered with need and desperation.
“Please… now, honey. I need to feel you,” he begged.
Exercising all of his considerable restraint, Vincent withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, groaning as he eased into Laguna’s tight body. “Oh yeah… that’s it… so tight…” Once he became fully sheathed, he paused for a moment before beginning to thrust. Slow and even at first, he quickly shortened up to hard and fast as his need for release drove him into a punishing rhythm. Laguna grabbed at the slick surface his chest rested on, as the sharp slaps of Vincent’s thighs against his buttocks pushed him hard against the heavy wooden table. Vincent in turn, grabbed Laguna’s hips and held on tight, eyelids fluttering as his balls drew up tighter against his body and a tingling pleasure shivered up his spine. This… was good.
Back out in the hall, Irvine had lingered by the conference room door out of sheer, perverted curiosity. As the gasps and grunts had begun to turn into quiet cries and deep groans, he had felt his face heat up to a near intolerable temperature. Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, the pressure in his pants driving him away from door as much as how red his face was. He spied the secretary throwing him flirty little glances and smiling, showing off a cute set of dimples. The coupling men in the conference room forgotten, he sauntered down the hall to her desk and struck up a conversation with her again.
She was a pretty thing, and her blush just made him flirt more, as sexed up as he was from listening to Laguna and Vincent in that conference room. So it was understandable that he was completely oblivious to Kiros having returned to retrieve his planner from where he had left it on the table. He looked up, saw the darker man, then looked back at the secretary only to whip his head back up just as Kiros frowned at the locked door, put his key into the lock….
“Aw, shit!” Irvine spat and without a look back at his ‘company’, clamped a hand down on his hat and bolted down the hall for Kiros just as the man turned the lock and pushed open the door. “Kiros, wait now!”
But it was too late. Irvine came skidding to a halt just as Kiros’ jaw dropped and they both stared as Vincent mounted Laguna with such vigor that both men felt their pants suddenly constrict in reaction.
It took a moment for Laguna to realize that they were being observed, Vincent of course had heard the key in the lock but was completely unable to stop, so captured by his lover was he. But he knew when Laguna realized that they were not alone because the man suddenly clamped down hard on his dick. In a grunt of surprise and pain, Vincent fell forward to completely hide Laguna’s smaller body with his own. His obsidian hair had fallen forward in a black curtain as he panted into the President’s ear, holding perfectly still so as not to cause himself more pain. “Laguna, if you wish me to… ngh… finish this… ah!… later then you must relax.”
He could feel Laguna begin to tremble in embarrassment, and he felt a sudden protectiveness and he murmured gently, “My love, no one can see you. They only see me, please, I need you to relax… this is… rather painful.” Finally he felt Laguna ease up on his body and, careful to remain over the President, he withdrew from Laguna’s body and with a tiny moan the smaller man slid to the floor at his feet to hide behind the solid and wide leg of the table.
Vincent felt such warmth for Laguna at that moment that it defused the angry irritation at being interrupted instantly. Standing up straight and facing the men head on he calmly resituated his erect penis back into his leathers, raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Can I help you, gentlemen?”
Kiros could do nothing but stare like a mute fool. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a strange squeaking sound. That was one of the hottest things he had ever seen and having his best friend as one of the participants left him frozen in a confusion of mixed emotions.
Kiros had never thought of Laguna in that context before but now he didn’t know how he was going to look at him again without seeing him bent over the conference table being hammered by Vincent. Deep down he felt disappointment in the fact the two had stopped as he realized that he would have liked to see more. This only upped his embarrassment to an excessive level that made the whole situation unbearable. Turning on his heel, Kiros fled the room without replying to Vincent, brushing past Irvine with his head down.
When Vincent turned his head to stare him down, Irvine loudly cleared his throat several times before he managed to stammer, rather hoarsely, “Ah… I’ll jus’ be out here, waitin’, wheneva yer done… jus’… jus’ take yer time.” Then he very carefully closed the door and planted himself in front of it. Drawing a shaky breath, he shut his eyes, but try as he might he could not get the image of Vincent and Laguna rutting out of his mind, of Laguna’s open and gasping mouth as his body jerked forward with each thrust of Vincent’s hips, the way Vincent’s hair had fallen forward to obscure half of his beautiful face, and those red eyes. Irvine shuddered; those red eyes were going to haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
Then there was Vincent’s cock, Irvine groaned, that thing had been huge, and judging by the expression on Laguna’s face, Valentine knew how to use it. Irvine groaned again. This was going to be a very long month.
Laguna sat on the floor with his pants around his ankles and his hands over his face. Kiros had seen them. He would never, ever live down the embarrassment of his best friend seeing that. Just thinking about how he would have looked to Kiros made him flinch with shame. From his position on the floor behind the table he saw his best friend’s feet turn and leave the room without a word and he bit his lip hard.
Hearing Irvine speak left him numb. He hadn’t even seen his son’s friend, his eyes only focusing on Kiros. Irvine would tell Squall about this and what little progress he’d made with his son would be lost. Just thinking about how his son would react to what he’d been doing in the conference room made tears begin to build. Closing his eyes, he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, resting his face on his kneecaps as he heard the door click shut once more.
Vincent could sense Irvine on the other side of the door, could smell the young man’s arousal and the corner of his lips turned up. But it was his lover’s huddled body that drew both his attention and his heart. Kneeling down in front of Laguna, he gently grabbed the smaller man’s upper arms and drew him to his feet, “Come, stand up now.” After Laguna was on his feet, he dropped to his knees and carefully pulled up his lover’s pants and re-fastened them. When that was done he wrapped Laguna in his arms and murmured, “What is it, Laguna?”
He tipped Laguna’s chin up so he could stare into Laguna’s ivy-colored eyes, even as the other steadfastly refused to look at him. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are a man, with needs, as am I. There are worse people, I am sure, who could have caught us and this is the risk you run when you have sex in public places… even semi-public. Please, won’t you tell me what troubles you so greatly that you will not even look at me?”
Laguna didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t even want to think about it. His thoughts were spinning and his emotions too raw. Laguna needed to be alone to calm down but Vincent was holding on to him and asking for a response that he couldn’t formulate. Gently pushing back from his lover, he settled his eyes on the chest before him, not able to hold Vincent’s eyes.
“I... um... I need a moment,” he stuttered out, backing away only to have his leg cramp up, making him wince in pain as he bent to rub it. When Vincent stepped towards him, he held up a hand and hobbled back towards the door. “Please just give me some time to process this, okay?” he murmured. Opening the door, he limped out and past Irvine, heading down the hall. As he entered the elevator he looked up to see Vincent stepping out of the conference room and their eyes met just before the doors slid closed.
It hurt that Laguna couldn’t talk to him, but realistically their relationship was too new for that level or communication yet. At this point they were only fuck-buddies who liked to cuddle. Vincent winced, how elegant, Valentine, it’s no wonder he won’t talk to you, you’re a beast! But there was something that he could do. He stood next to Irvine and crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Laguna walked down the hall and got on the elevator. Their eyes met and he hoped how he felt was somehow transmitted to the other. When the doors slid closed, he sighed but remained silent and Irvine, to his credit, got the message.
“Well,” the young man said softly. “I see it this way, my month still hasn’t started yet, so I figure I didn’t see a thing.”
“It seems I have misjudged your intelligence, Mr. Kinneas,” Vincent said quietly, finally turning to appraise the man at his side, and your appearance, remained unsaid. “Will Laguna be all right on his own in the Palace?”
“Oh I reckon,” Irvine was still looking at the closed doors of the elevator and mirroring Vincent’s crossed-arm pose. “He’s been trompin’ ‘round without a guard fer too many years, ‘n the palace is safe enough.”
“No place is safe enough,” Vincent murmured. “I take no risks with him. I have waited too long to find Laguna, and I would level this place if something were to happen to him.” He was already feeling uncomfortable with the thought of Laguna being alone but he forced himself to just accept it, and try and relax. “Well, since this is more my evaluation than Laguna’s, I gather you shall want a demonstration of my use of a firearm?”
Irvine looked down, pushing his hat back on his head. “It’s a bit sudden Mr. Valentine.” He looked up at Vincent and felt his throat close and his groin get tight as he met that ruby gaze. Fuck me, but he’s beautiful, Irvine thought and just managed to stop himself from staring over-long. “But, uh… we c’n go t’ the range if ya like.” He wasn’t going to lie; he did want to see just what Vincent could do.
Vincent nodded. “All right then.” He gestured for Irvine to go first, “as I do not know where I am going…” Irvine laughed cheerfully and headed off down the hall, and he found himself grinning and thinking, I could get used to this young man, not only is he easy on the eyes, but he somehow makes things… lighter. I believe I may enjoy this month.
Fortunately their journey took them past the secretary who looked at Vincent out of enormous, awed eyes. He stopped and said softly, “Should the President return seeking me, could you please inform him that we have moved to the target range?” At the secretary’s quick nod, he gave a small smile and fell in behind the tall cowboy once again.
TBC
Authors: madisuzy and calvi_sama
Pairing: Vincent Valentine x Laguna Loire (crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII or FFVIII. The title for this piece was adapted from the song Wherever You Will Go by The Calling
Warnings: Adult themes, Yaoi - that's two men having sex folks, be warned, and swearing
Summary: From an erotic chance encouter blossoms a love that will test both men's desire and devotion, and will send them on a journey of self discovery that will change both of their lives forever.
A/N: This is pretty much started out as pure porn, the plot comes later! This was written as an RP: madisuzy wrote Laguna, Kiros and Squall and yours truly wrote Vincent and Irvine. It started out as kind of a "feeler fic" -an experiment if you will- and we both just fell in love with the story and kept going! We hope you enjoy!!
Chapter 7
Laguna stood up as soon as the door shut, walking over to lock it before returning to stand in front of Vincent with his arms crossed and a slight frown. He honestly had no idea of how one was supposed to initiate these things.
“Vincent, you know how we’re gonna be stuck with Irvine for the next month? Well, I was thinking that we should spend this last hour of freedom wisely. What do you think?” Laguna mumbled as he stared at the floor between them, blushing like a sixteen year old.
Vincent lifted an eyebrow as he looked up at Laguna, grinning slowly. “And what did you have in mind, Mr. President?”
Bastard... he’s going to make me make the first move. Laguna should have known that Vincent wouldn’t be able to resist teasing him like this. Chewing on his lip, he looked back at the grinning face of his lover suddenly getting an idea that would wipe that smile away. “Hey Vince, what do you think about me topping?” he asked with a grin, not thinking past the shock value of the statement.
That wiped the grin right off Vincent’s face. Meeting Laguna’s eyes steadily he asked softly, “Is that what you want?”
“No. Just wanted to know what you thought about it,” Laguna continued, moving forward to straddle his lover and take a seat in his lap. “What I want right now is you on top.” He stopped with their foreheads resting together and licked his suddenly dry lips.
Vincent’s hands came up to wrap around the back of Laguna’s neck, his thumbs brushing the other man’s cheeks and breathed, “I would give that to you… when I have given it to no other.” Then he stretched up and captured Laguna’s lips with his own, pressing firmly to force the shorter man’s mouth to open and allow his tongue entry. When he pulled away finally, they were both panting, “My Laguna.”
“Vincent… thank you,” Laguna whispered, looking deep into ruby pools. He would never ask to top but it gave him a warm feeling to know that Vincent would if he wanted it. Bringing their lips together in a deeper kiss, Laguna unbuttoned Vincent’s shirt slowly letting his hands wander over pale skin as it was revealed.
Letting his hands fall away, Vincent returned Laguna’s kiss and allowed the man to explore his body as he wished. Groaning softly his head fell back against the chair back, exposing his throat to Laguna’s velvety tongue. He enjoyed his lover’s attention, indulging in just being able to feel his body being touched and caressed with such care and gentleness… something he had never felt before. “That’s it, Laguna… feel me…,” he gasped.
Laguna couldn’t stop himself from feeling every inch of Vincent that he could reach. The more he touched, the more he needed. His lover was like a drug that he couldn’t resist, that he craved for more and more every time he took a taste. The President sucked and nibbled on Vincent’s neck as he began to grind his hips against him.
“Vincent… I want you to take me… hard,” he mumbled into his lover’s neck.
With a moan, Vincent’s eyes rolled back in his head as he tipped his face to the side to allow Laguna better access to his neck. On their own, his hips began moving against Laguna’s and his hands came up to fumble with the button of Laguna’s pants. He jerked them open and reached inside to wrap his hand around the shorter man’s fully erect member to stand it up against his belly so it just peeked out over Laguna’s waistband. Next he slid his hands up under Laguna’s shirt to run them over the man’s toned chest. Dimly he cursed his glove and the fact that it kept him from feeling Laguna’s soft skin, but he wasn’t ready to reveal that nightmare to his gentle lover.
Laguna’s hands went to his own waistband as the President fused their lips together in a sloppy kiss that was more pornographic than romantic. But then again, they were both nearing desperation, as Vincent was brutally reminded by his own now pounding erection. It was at that moment when something occurred to him, and with a gasp he grabbed Laguna’s seeking, busy hands and held them still. “Laguna, no. I don’t have any lubricant. It will hurt, and I will injure you, and that is something I will never do.”
“Don't care,” Laguna stuttered out. “Need you now, Vin. Just use something else... anything,” he begged, continuing to grind against his lover.
“Oh, Gods, Laguna,” Vincent was being driven slowly mad by the languid friction against his clothed groin. He put his hands on Laguna’s hips as the man slowly rubbed his way closer to orgasm. “I… I can’t… hurt you…” He groaned again, chest heaving in an effort to restrain himself.
Laguna looked down at his lover and sighed in frustration. Leaning forward to lay a soft kiss to those beautiful lips he smiled.
“Okay, give me a minute and I’ll find something,” he said, standing up from Vincent and fixing up his pants before heading for the door. Opening it and sticking his head out, he found only one option in the hall. Irvine was standing chatting up one of the secretaries down the hall and Laguna rolled his eyes at the cowboy before finally catching his eye and waving him over. The young man approached with a grin and a tip of his hat.
“Um, Irvine…you couldn’t do me a favor, could you?” Laguna started, too horny to even realize how embarrassing this should be. The cowboy nodded and Laguna continued. “I need some… um… well… lube. You don’t happen to have any do you?”
Both eyebrows shot straight up at the question. “What?” he asked stupidly. “Lube? I don’…,” he broke off as his eyes drifted over Laguna’s shoulder to see a wealth of black hair draped over the back of one of the conference chairs and the movement of broad shoulders that would indicate heavy breathing. His mouth worked as he blinked quickly, staring at that hair, wondering what it would be like to burry his fingers into it and pull, when Laguna cleared his throat.
Irvine shook his head and trained his blue eyes back on Laguna and noticed… kiss swollen lips, flushed cheeks, dilated pupils. Holy shit! Ol’ Laguna’s getting’ laid! He thought gleefully, a slow grin spreading across his face. “We-ell, what d’ya know. ‘N all this time we figger’d ya to be celibate. Who knew it’d take a pretty pair ‘o eyes ‘n some long black hair t’ git yer blood boilin’?” He winked slowly at Laguna, which earned him a furious blush. “Hang on a sec ‘n lemme see what I c’n find.”
With that he sauntered back to the pretty secretary and asked, “I hate t’ trouble ya again darlin’, but d’you happ’n t’ have any lotion I c’d borra?” As the secretary giggled and rummaged in a drawer, producing a small, full tube of lotion he tipped his hat back and gave her a flirty wink and a, “Be right back, honey.” Before turning around and returning to put the tube into Laguna’s slightly shaking hand. “There ya go boss, have fun…,” and winked again.
But lewd as he could be, he could see how important this was to Laguna and he decided right then and there that he wouldn’t let anyone interrupt these two, who very clearly needed each other. With a pang he thought of Squall, but pushed it away in favor of another grin, and motioned the President back inside the conference room with a shooing motion.
Laguna thanked the cowboy and shut the door quickly. So maybe asking him for lube wasn’t the brightest idea but at least now he had what he needed. Striding back over to Vincent, he climbed back onto his lap and kissed him again before pulling back and holding up the lotion with a triumphant grin.
“No excuses now,” Laguna purred.
“Good,” Vincent growled and in one fluid motion rose out of the chair with Laguna’s legs wrapping around his waist tightly. He walked them down to an empty portion of the table and he set Laguna back on his feet. Leaning in close he rumbled, “I’m going to fuck you so hard… you’ll feel my dick in your throat.” That was the end of the talking as he spun Laguna around and rather gently pushed the smaller man’s chest down onto the table before opening the man’s pants up and yanking them down to Laguna’s ankles.
He quickly applied the lotion to two fingers and pressed them into Laguna’s body, thankful that the man was already relaxed from all of their previous nights’ activities. Laguna let out a small keening cry, pushing himself back onto Vincent’s fingers, causing the gunman to grin ferally. “So hungry…,” he murmured, and while he slowly finger fucked Laguna, he reached for his own pants and wrenched them down to mid-thigh, before squeezing out some lotion onto his cock.
Putting the tube down, he then rubbed the creamy substance all over his erection save for the broad, flared head. Just as he finished, Laguna looked over his shoulder and a made small whimpering sound that only fuelled his need to be inside of the tight heat of his lover.
“Vin…,” Laguna pleaded, glancing back at his lover. Vincent’s fingers where driving him insane but he knew he needed more. His lover stood, observing him and looking so damn hot that Laguna had to remind himself that this was real and not a dream. Pushing back impatiently he whimpered with need and desperation.
“Please… now, honey. I need to feel you,” he begged.
Exercising all of his considerable restraint, Vincent withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, groaning as he eased into Laguna’s tight body. “Oh yeah… that’s it… so tight…” Once he became fully sheathed, he paused for a moment before beginning to thrust. Slow and even at first, he quickly shortened up to hard and fast as his need for release drove him into a punishing rhythm. Laguna grabbed at the slick surface his chest rested on, as the sharp slaps of Vincent’s thighs against his buttocks pushed him hard against the heavy wooden table. Vincent in turn, grabbed Laguna’s hips and held on tight, eyelids fluttering as his balls drew up tighter against his body and a tingling pleasure shivered up his spine. This… was good.
Back out in the hall, Irvine had lingered by the conference room door out of sheer, perverted curiosity. As the gasps and grunts had begun to turn into quiet cries and deep groans, he had felt his face heat up to a near intolerable temperature. Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, the pressure in his pants driving him away from door as much as how red his face was. He spied the secretary throwing him flirty little glances and smiling, showing off a cute set of dimples. The coupling men in the conference room forgotten, he sauntered down the hall to her desk and struck up a conversation with her again.
She was a pretty thing, and her blush just made him flirt more, as sexed up as he was from listening to Laguna and Vincent in that conference room. So it was understandable that he was completely oblivious to Kiros having returned to retrieve his planner from where he had left it on the table. He looked up, saw the darker man, then looked back at the secretary only to whip his head back up just as Kiros frowned at the locked door, put his key into the lock….
“Aw, shit!” Irvine spat and without a look back at his ‘company’, clamped a hand down on his hat and bolted down the hall for Kiros just as the man turned the lock and pushed open the door. “Kiros, wait now!”
But it was too late. Irvine came skidding to a halt just as Kiros’ jaw dropped and they both stared as Vincent mounted Laguna with such vigor that both men felt their pants suddenly constrict in reaction.
It took a moment for Laguna to realize that they were being observed, Vincent of course had heard the key in the lock but was completely unable to stop, so captured by his lover was he. But he knew when Laguna realized that they were not alone because the man suddenly clamped down hard on his dick. In a grunt of surprise and pain, Vincent fell forward to completely hide Laguna’s smaller body with his own. His obsidian hair had fallen forward in a black curtain as he panted into the President’s ear, holding perfectly still so as not to cause himself more pain. “Laguna, if you wish me to… ngh… finish this… ah!… later then you must relax.”
He could feel Laguna begin to tremble in embarrassment, and he felt a sudden protectiveness and he murmured gently, “My love, no one can see you. They only see me, please, I need you to relax… this is… rather painful.” Finally he felt Laguna ease up on his body and, careful to remain over the President, he withdrew from Laguna’s body and with a tiny moan the smaller man slid to the floor at his feet to hide behind the solid and wide leg of the table.
Vincent felt such warmth for Laguna at that moment that it defused the angry irritation at being interrupted instantly. Standing up straight and facing the men head on he calmly resituated his erect penis back into his leathers, raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Can I help you, gentlemen?”
Kiros could do nothing but stare like a mute fool. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a strange squeaking sound. That was one of the hottest things he had ever seen and having his best friend as one of the participants left him frozen in a confusion of mixed emotions.
Kiros had never thought of Laguna in that context before but now he didn’t know how he was going to look at him again without seeing him bent over the conference table being hammered by Vincent. Deep down he felt disappointment in the fact the two had stopped as he realized that he would have liked to see more. This only upped his embarrassment to an excessive level that made the whole situation unbearable. Turning on his heel, Kiros fled the room without replying to Vincent, brushing past Irvine with his head down.
When Vincent turned his head to stare him down, Irvine loudly cleared his throat several times before he managed to stammer, rather hoarsely, “Ah… I’ll jus’ be out here, waitin’, wheneva yer done… jus’… jus’ take yer time.” Then he very carefully closed the door and planted himself in front of it. Drawing a shaky breath, he shut his eyes, but try as he might he could not get the image of Vincent and Laguna rutting out of his mind, of Laguna’s open and gasping mouth as his body jerked forward with each thrust of Vincent’s hips, the way Vincent’s hair had fallen forward to obscure half of his beautiful face, and those red eyes. Irvine shuddered; those red eyes were going to haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
Then there was Vincent’s cock, Irvine groaned, that thing had been huge, and judging by the expression on Laguna’s face, Valentine knew how to use it. Irvine groaned again. This was going to be a very long month.
Laguna sat on the floor with his pants around his ankles and his hands over his face. Kiros had seen them. He would never, ever live down the embarrassment of his best friend seeing that. Just thinking about how he would have looked to Kiros made him flinch with shame. From his position on the floor behind the table he saw his best friend’s feet turn and leave the room without a word and he bit his lip hard.
Hearing Irvine speak left him numb. He hadn’t even seen his son’s friend, his eyes only focusing on Kiros. Irvine would tell Squall about this and what little progress he’d made with his son would be lost. Just thinking about how his son would react to what he’d been doing in the conference room made tears begin to build. Closing his eyes, he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, resting his face on his kneecaps as he heard the door click shut once more.
Vincent could sense Irvine on the other side of the door, could smell the young man’s arousal and the corner of his lips turned up. But it was his lover’s huddled body that drew both his attention and his heart. Kneeling down in front of Laguna, he gently grabbed the smaller man’s upper arms and drew him to his feet, “Come, stand up now.” After Laguna was on his feet, he dropped to his knees and carefully pulled up his lover’s pants and re-fastened them. When that was done he wrapped Laguna in his arms and murmured, “What is it, Laguna?”
He tipped Laguna’s chin up so he could stare into Laguna’s ivy-colored eyes, even as the other steadfastly refused to look at him. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are a man, with needs, as am I. There are worse people, I am sure, who could have caught us and this is the risk you run when you have sex in public places… even semi-public. Please, won’t you tell me what troubles you so greatly that you will not even look at me?”
Laguna didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t even want to think about it. His thoughts were spinning and his emotions too raw. Laguna needed to be alone to calm down but Vincent was holding on to him and asking for a response that he couldn’t formulate. Gently pushing back from his lover, he settled his eyes on the chest before him, not able to hold Vincent’s eyes.
“I... um... I need a moment,” he stuttered out, backing away only to have his leg cramp up, making him wince in pain as he bent to rub it. When Vincent stepped towards him, he held up a hand and hobbled back towards the door. “Please just give me some time to process this, okay?” he murmured. Opening the door, he limped out and past Irvine, heading down the hall. As he entered the elevator he looked up to see Vincent stepping out of the conference room and their eyes met just before the doors slid closed.
It hurt that Laguna couldn’t talk to him, but realistically their relationship was too new for that level or communication yet. At this point they were only fuck-buddies who liked to cuddle. Vincent winced, how elegant, Valentine, it’s no wonder he won’t talk to you, you’re a beast! But there was something that he could do. He stood next to Irvine and crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Laguna walked down the hall and got on the elevator. Their eyes met and he hoped how he felt was somehow transmitted to the other. When the doors slid closed, he sighed but remained silent and Irvine, to his credit, got the message.
“Well,” the young man said softly. “I see it this way, my month still hasn’t started yet, so I figure I didn’t see a thing.”
“It seems I have misjudged your intelligence, Mr. Kinneas,” Vincent said quietly, finally turning to appraise the man at his side, and your appearance, remained unsaid. “Will Laguna be all right on his own in the Palace?”
“Oh I reckon,” Irvine was still looking at the closed doors of the elevator and mirroring Vincent’s crossed-arm pose. “He’s been trompin’ ‘round without a guard fer too many years, ‘n the palace is safe enough.”
“No place is safe enough,” Vincent murmured. “I take no risks with him. I have waited too long to find Laguna, and I would level this place if something were to happen to him.” He was already feeling uncomfortable with the thought of Laguna being alone but he forced himself to just accept it, and try and relax. “Well, since this is more my evaluation than Laguna’s, I gather you shall want a demonstration of my use of a firearm?”
Irvine looked down, pushing his hat back on his head. “It’s a bit sudden Mr. Valentine.” He looked up at Vincent and felt his throat close and his groin get tight as he met that ruby gaze. Fuck me, but he’s beautiful, Irvine thought and just managed to stop himself from staring over-long. “But, uh… we c’n go t’ the range if ya like.” He wasn’t going to lie; he did want to see just what Vincent could do.
Vincent nodded. “All right then.” He gestured for Irvine to go first, “as I do not know where I am going…” Irvine laughed cheerfully and headed off down the hall, and he found himself grinning and thinking, I could get used to this young man, not only is he easy on the eyes, but he somehow makes things… lighter. I believe I may enjoy this month.
Fortunately their journey took them past the secretary who looked at Vincent out of enormous, awed eyes. He stopped and said softly, “Should the President return seeking me, could you please inform him that we have moved to the target range?” At the secretary’s quick nod, he gave a small smile and fell in behind the tall cowboy once again.
TBC