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Final Fantasy VII (Zack/Cloud)
Title: A Change in the Wind
Author: Laylah
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~700
Summary: "Having trouble sleeping?" Zack asks.
The air changes after midnight. It's subtle enough that at first Cloud doesn't notice, not really; he's been so uncomfortable, so hot, ever since they disembarked at Mideel, that he's a little distracted. Marching through the afternoon heat was brutal, and making camp at sundown in the closeness of the jungle wasn't much better.
But now -- he holds his breath, listening to the rhythm of Zack's breathing beside him and the song of insects outside, and hopes it'll happen again. A few moments of nothing, and then he feels it again: a breeze, faint and light, swirling through the screens of their tent. The air is sweet with tropical flowers, with the abundance of life out there. Cloud sits up, putting his body in the path of the breeze.
Beside him, Zack stirs. "You okay there, killer?"
Cloud looks back instinctively. Zack's eyes are open, glowing cool purple-blue in the darkness of the tent. "There's a breeze," he explains. "Finally."
Zack laughs softly. "Even in Mideel, it's not this hot all the time."
"Could have fooled me," Cloud mutters. Even the hottest days in Nibelheim, in midsummer, still had the cool wind coming down off the mountains. If this is Mideel in the spring, he can't imagine what it'll be like here in another three months.
"Having trouble sleeping?" Zack asks.
Cloud shrugs. "Yeah, a little."
"Maybe you need some distracting," Zack suggests. Cloud can't see him leering, but that's probably not deterring him at all.
"That'll just make me hotter," Cloud points out.
"Not possible," Zack says, and Cloud actually opens his mouth to argue before he realizes that Zack is teasing.
"You big dork," Cloud says, but he crawls over there anyway.
Zack, he discovers by accident when his hand lands in the wrong place, is already naked. And half hard. And stripping him out of his shorts, warm hands sliding along his sweat-slick skin, pulling him close.
They go slowly, because even Zack doesn't seem to want to hurry in this heat. He opens Cloud up with smooth, long strokes, and Cloud does his best not to moan. The rest of his unit is only a few yards away, and the tents aren't going to do anything to muffle the noise.
"When you're ready," Zack whispers.
Cloud nods. "Now." He squirms in Zack's lap, pushes himself down, lets his breath out in a hiss as Zack slides in slow and deep and easy. He closes his eyes and rocks his hips, and Zack curls a hand around his cock to stroke him, and the breeze kicks up just enough that he can stand to move. Not too much, not too fast, but as long as they do it just like this he can bear the heat -- his thighs flex and they slide together and Zack fills him up and there's no hurry, no hurry at all, just the two of them moving slow and quiet as the breeze, and he spends so long on the edge that by the time he actually comes it catches him by surprise -- and he almost, almost forgets to swallow the little sound that rises in his throat as he spills into Zack's hand.
Zack stops moving underneath him, free hand stroking his thigh.
"Did you?" Cloud asks.
"Right before you did," Zack says. Cloud imagines that he can see Zack smiling, even in the dark.
"Oh," Cloud says. "Cool." Zack lets go of him and he shifts, rising up on his knees, and then he can feel it, too much wetness for just the oil, dripping down the backs of his thighs. He lowers himself down beside Zack gingerly. "I could really use a shower."
Zack laughs softly. "You and me both," he whispers. He takes a deep breath. "Smells like rain now, though. Maybe we'll get lucky."
Cloud breathes in deep, trying to focus on the scent wafting in from outside, instead of the close air of sweat and sex in the tent. He can't smell the rain, but if Zack says it's there, he'll believe it.
The last thing he hears, as he drifts off to sleep at last, is the soft irregular drum of the first raindrops hitting the roof of the tent.
Author: Laylah
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~700
Summary: "Having trouble sleeping?" Zack asks.
The air changes after midnight. It's subtle enough that at first Cloud doesn't notice, not really; he's been so uncomfortable, so hot, ever since they disembarked at Mideel, that he's a little distracted. Marching through the afternoon heat was brutal, and making camp at sundown in the closeness of the jungle wasn't much better.
But now -- he holds his breath, listening to the rhythm of Zack's breathing beside him and the song of insects outside, and hopes it'll happen again. A few moments of nothing, and then he feels it again: a breeze, faint and light, swirling through the screens of their tent. The air is sweet with tropical flowers, with the abundance of life out there. Cloud sits up, putting his body in the path of the breeze.
Beside him, Zack stirs. "You okay there, killer?"
Cloud looks back instinctively. Zack's eyes are open, glowing cool purple-blue in the darkness of the tent. "There's a breeze," he explains. "Finally."
Zack laughs softly. "Even in Mideel, it's not this hot all the time."
"Could have fooled me," Cloud mutters. Even the hottest days in Nibelheim, in midsummer, still had the cool wind coming down off the mountains. If this is Mideel in the spring, he can't imagine what it'll be like here in another three months.
"Having trouble sleeping?" Zack asks.
Cloud shrugs. "Yeah, a little."
"Maybe you need some distracting," Zack suggests. Cloud can't see him leering, but that's probably not deterring him at all.
"That'll just make me hotter," Cloud points out.
"Not possible," Zack says, and Cloud actually opens his mouth to argue before he realizes that Zack is teasing.
"You big dork," Cloud says, but he crawls over there anyway.
Zack, he discovers by accident when his hand lands in the wrong place, is already naked. And half hard. And stripping him out of his shorts, warm hands sliding along his sweat-slick skin, pulling him close.
They go slowly, because even Zack doesn't seem to want to hurry in this heat. He opens Cloud up with smooth, long strokes, and Cloud does his best not to moan. The rest of his unit is only a few yards away, and the tents aren't going to do anything to muffle the noise.
"When you're ready," Zack whispers.
Cloud nods. "Now." He squirms in Zack's lap, pushes himself down, lets his breath out in a hiss as Zack slides in slow and deep and easy. He closes his eyes and rocks his hips, and Zack curls a hand around his cock to stroke him, and the breeze kicks up just enough that he can stand to move. Not too much, not too fast, but as long as they do it just like this he can bear the heat -- his thighs flex and they slide together and Zack fills him up and there's no hurry, no hurry at all, just the two of them moving slow and quiet as the breeze, and he spends so long on the edge that by the time he actually comes it catches him by surprise -- and he almost, almost forgets to swallow the little sound that rises in his throat as he spills into Zack's hand.
Zack stops moving underneath him, free hand stroking his thigh.
"Did you?" Cloud asks.
"Right before you did," Zack says. Cloud imagines that he can see Zack smiling, even in the dark.
"Oh," Cloud says. "Cool." Zack lets go of him and he shifts, rising up on his knees, and then he can feel it, too much wetness for just the oil, dripping down the backs of his thighs. He lowers himself down beside Zack gingerly. "I could really use a shower."
Zack laughs softly. "You and me both," he whispers. He takes a deep breath. "Smells like rain now, though. Maybe we'll get lucky."
Cloud breathes in deep, trying to focus on the scent wafting in from outside, instead of the close air of sweat and sex in the tent. He can't smell the rain, but if Zack says it's there, he'll believe it.
The last thing he hears, as he drifts off to sleep at last, is the soft irregular drum of the first raindrops hitting the roof of the tent.