Never, Maybe (Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Zell, M)
Title: Never, Maybe
Author: tinamachina
Rating: M
Warnings: Conversations of m/m oral sex, off-camera m/m sex
Word Count: 900+
A/N: More comedy than smut. For the following prompt: Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Zell: Inexperience, Let me show how you suck a cock
“Ever fantasize about sucking on a guy’s cock?”
Irvine nearly choked on his hot dog when Zell oh-so-casually asked that question. Irvine turned red-if this was some sort of trick to get Irvine to quit on his barely-eaten dog, just so Zell could snatch the leftover, it was a really, really dirty one!
“Man,” Irvine washed down the chewed up morsel in his mouth with some water, “what the Hyne was that?”
“Just, straight talk, man,” Zell coolly chewed away on his own dog. “I mean, we’re like the best of friends, right? We can ask each other anything.”
“Yeah, but,” Irvine quickly checked that no one was within earshot. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed about almost choking or for fear that the other cadets heard Zell’s query. “Even I know there’s a time and place for certain questions, and quizzing your buddies about blowjobs in the middle of the cafeteria is neither!” Irvine silently mouthed “blowjobs”, in case some junior cadet came scampering by.
“Hey,” Zell shrugged. “I didn’t ask about only getting blown in the cafeteria. It coulda been behind the training room, the library, that secret NORG room…”
“Smart ass,” Irvine rolled his eyes, and Zell chuckled.
Then Irvine thought seriously for a moment. “No. Never. I saw a guy do it, though. Once.”
Zell ducked down, leaning towards Irvine over the table, eyes alert and attentive.
Irvine leaned down, speaking quietly after checking for eavesdroppers one more time, “I was in the locker room behind the hockey rink in Galbadia Garden. There were these two guys, members of the hockey team, well-known rivals, too. I was just getting out of the shower after PE class when I saw them. I was wondering why this one guy was bobbing his head over the other guy’s crotch. I guess I got curious. I snuck around the lockers, and I hid behind a corner, and…I saw it. I saw it going in and out and in and out of this guy’s mouth. I mean he was drooling all over it like a dog with a bone! They didn’t see me, thought. They were kinda busy, if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Zell said, enraptured.
“And I was kind of grossed out and confused at first, because it didn’t even seem like these guys were lovers because one guy was called the other a ‘slut’ and a ‘whore’ and was barking orders like a drill sergeant. And then the guy shot his stuff all over the other guy’s face! It was gross, but I couldn’t stop watching!”
“Wow,” Zell took a slow bite of his hot dog. “Then what did you do?”
“Then I had to hide myself in a locker for a half-hour when I thought maybe they saw me and wanted to kiss my ass for spying.” Irvine said quickly, sitting back on his chair, sipping his water.
“Wow,” Zell chewed, and then swallowed. “So, did it make you…like…you know?” Zell bent the uneaten end of the hot dog upwards.
“No!” Irvine said emphatically, blushing again.
Zell looked at him skeptically, “Really? Not even…?”
Irvine was caught in a lie, “OK, maybe a little. Just a little!” He pointed his finger in protest. “I mean, you see somebody do that to someone else’s…parts, and, okay, I had to wrap my towel a little tighter!”
Zell laughed.
“But I’d never do that!” Irvine insisted.
“Never?” Zell still looked skeptical.
“Honestly, what kind of slut do you take me for?” Irvine shot him a glare, “I mean that was all about humiliation, about asserting power over somebody, making them small. I’m not into that. I don’t get off on humiliation…unless they really, really deserve it.”
“So,” Zell took another nibble at his dog, “you’d never go down on a guy, ever.”
Irvine paused before answering, “Well…let’s say I would. I’d never go down on just any guy! It would have to be someone special, obviously. It would have to be for the right reason. We would be alone, in bed, someplace we can both relax. It would be nice and dark, so you wouldn’t see, just…feel. It would be slow, gentle. Maybe just like you would go down on a girl, just use your tongue, search for that spot…”
Irvine suddenly noticed that Zell had been absently sucking on the end of his dog, his tongue rolling around the tip of it.
“Um, Zell?” Irvine snapped Zell from his trance.
“Oh! Sorry, I’m listening!” Zell quickly chomped away at the remaining dog and devoured it.
Irvine cocked his eyebrow, “Zell, have you ever…?”
“NO!” Now it was Zell’s turn to almost choke, as he grabbed for some water.
“’Cause that would explain your hot-dog fixation,” Irvine grinned impishly.
“No! I mean not yet…I mean…!” Zell was flustered.
“Not yet?” Irvine was thoroughly enjoying Zell’s discomfort. It was sweet revenge.
“Well,” Zell looked at his hands, cracking his knuckles nervously, “I was thinking for a moment, about what you said about being someone special, because that someone wouldn’t be the kind to blab about it all over Garden. It would just be something…between friends.”
Irvine looked at Zell for a long moment. “Ten minutes, my room. I’ll tell Squall you’re helping me polish my rifles.”
“Deal!” Zell jumped up, and the two boys took off from the table, but not before Zell snatched Irvine’s leftovers and popped it in his mouth.
Author: tinamachina
Rating: M
Warnings: Conversations of m/m oral sex, off-camera m/m sex
Word Count: 900+
A/N: More comedy than smut. For the following prompt: Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Zell: Inexperience, Let me show how you suck a cock
“Ever fantasize about sucking on a guy’s cock?”
Irvine nearly choked on his hot dog when Zell oh-so-casually asked that question. Irvine turned red-if this was some sort of trick to get Irvine to quit on his barely-eaten dog, just so Zell could snatch the leftover, it was a really, really dirty one!
“Man,” Irvine washed down the chewed up morsel in his mouth with some water, “what the Hyne was that?”
“Just, straight talk, man,” Zell coolly chewed away on his own dog. “I mean, we’re like the best of friends, right? We can ask each other anything.”
“Yeah, but,” Irvine quickly checked that no one was within earshot. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed about almost choking or for fear that the other cadets heard Zell’s query. “Even I know there’s a time and place for certain questions, and quizzing your buddies about blowjobs in the middle of the cafeteria is neither!” Irvine silently mouthed “blowjobs”, in case some junior cadet came scampering by.
“Hey,” Zell shrugged. “I didn’t ask about only getting blown in the cafeteria. It coulda been behind the training room, the library, that secret NORG room…”
“Smart ass,” Irvine rolled his eyes, and Zell chuckled.
Then Irvine thought seriously for a moment. “No. Never. I saw a guy do it, though. Once.”
Zell ducked down, leaning towards Irvine over the table, eyes alert and attentive.
Irvine leaned down, speaking quietly after checking for eavesdroppers one more time, “I was in the locker room behind the hockey rink in Galbadia Garden. There were these two guys, members of the hockey team, well-known rivals, too. I was just getting out of the shower after PE class when I saw them. I was wondering why this one guy was bobbing his head over the other guy’s crotch. I guess I got curious. I snuck around the lockers, and I hid behind a corner, and…I saw it. I saw it going in and out and in and out of this guy’s mouth. I mean he was drooling all over it like a dog with a bone! They didn’t see me, thought. They were kinda busy, if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Zell said, enraptured.
“And I was kind of grossed out and confused at first, because it didn’t even seem like these guys were lovers because one guy was called the other a ‘slut’ and a ‘whore’ and was barking orders like a drill sergeant. And then the guy shot his stuff all over the other guy’s face! It was gross, but I couldn’t stop watching!”
“Wow,” Zell took a slow bite of his hot dog. “Then what did you do?”
“Then I had to hide myself in a locker for a half-hour when I thought maybe they saw me and wanted to kiss my ass for spying.” Irvine said quickly, sitting back on his chair, sipping his water.
“Wow,” Zell chewed, and then swallowed. “So, did it make you…like…you know?” Zell bent the uneaten end of the hot dog upwards.
“No!” Irvine said emphatically, blushing again.
Zell looked at him skeptically, “Really? Not even…?”
Irvine was caught in a lie, “OK, maybe a little. Just a little!” He pointed his finger in protest. “I mean, you see somebody do that to someone else’s…parts, and, okay, I had to wrap my towel a little tighter!”
Zell laughed.
“But I’d never do that!” Irvine insisted.
“Never?” Zell still looked skeptical.
“Honestly, what kind of slut do you take me for?” Irvine shot him a glare, “I mean that was all about humiliation, about asserting power over somebody, making them small. I’m not into that. I don’t get off on humiliation…unless they really, really deserve it.”
“So,” Zell took another nibble at his dog, “you’d never go down on a guy, ever.”
Irvine paused before answering, “Well…let’s say I would. I’d never go down on just any guy! It would have to be someone special, obviously. It would have to be for the right reason. We would be alone, in bed, someplace we can both relax. It would be nice and dark, so you wouldn’t see, just…feel. It would be slow, gentle. Maybe just like you would go down on a girl, just use your tongue, search for that spot…”
Irvine suddenly noticed that Zell had been absently sucking on the end of his dog, his tongue rolling around the tip of it.
“Um, Zell?” Irvine snapped Zell from his trance.
“Oh! Sorry, I’m listening!” Zell quickly chomped away at the remaining dog and devoured it.
Irvine cocked his eyebrow, “Zell, have you ever…?”
“NO!” Now it was Zell’s turn to almost choke, as he grabbed for some water.
“’Cause that would explain your hot-dog fixation,” Irvine grinned impishly.
“No! I mean not yet…I mean…!” Zell was flustered.
“Not yet?” Irvine was thoroughly enjoying Zell’s discomfort. It was sweet revenge.
“Well,” Zell looked at his hands, cracking his knuckles nervously, “I was thinking for a moment, about what you said about being someone special, because that someone wouldn’t be the kind to blab about it all over Garden. It would just be something…between friends.”
Irvine looked at Zell for a long moment. “Ten minutes, my room. I’ll tell Squall you’re helping me polish my rifles.”
“Deal!” Zell jumped up, and the two boys took off from the table, but not before Zell snatched Irvine’s leftovers and popped it in his mouth.