The Mile High Club (Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Kain/Rosa, R)
Title: The Mile High Club
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: threesome, sex, m/m
Word count: 1,351
Prompt: Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Kain(/Rosa): sex on the airship deck--"I'm gonna join the Mile-High Club at 37,000 feet" (Nickeback, "Rock Star")
A/N: First, I'm late and I'm sorry. Second, this story is based on the story, Happily Ever After, that I posted yesterday
Summary: The newlyweds discover mile high enjoyment.
The wind spoke to him, whispered messages that only he could understand. Today it spoke to him of happiness, of the promise of contentment, and then it turned on him, teasing, reminding him that nothing good lasted forever. With a haughty laugh, she ruffled his hair, caressed his cheeks, and fluttered down the front of his open tunic to brush against his chest, asking him if any other could ever love him as much as she did.
He couldn’t ignore the cold undercurrent that drove a shiver through him and raised doubts that he’d never truly be accepted by the people of Baron, that he’d always be odd man out in his relationship with Cecil and Rosa. The wind had always been there for him when he was lonely, had always reminded him that others didn’t really care.
And he’d believed her for a while. Maybe a part of him believed her still. But Cecil had come for him and Rosa had embraced him, and they’d promised him they’d be his forever.
Forever, Kain thought, was a long time.
“You okay?” Cecil joined him at the airship rail, slipped an arm around his shoulders.
“Tired.” It was true. He hadn’t slept well since they’d returned to Baron, though he supposed more of it had been guilt than the jealousy he’d felt over Cecil’s and Rosa’s happiness. “Worried.”
“Today?” Rosa exclaimed, settling in on the other side of him. She leaned against the rail with one elbow, slid her free hand into the crook of his arm. Leaning against him, she sighed, “We’re supposed to be happy today.”
“Uncertain,” he corrected, “whether this was a good idea…or not.” He couldn't tell them of the wind. Not yet. Not until he was certain the storm brewing was a bad one. Not until he was sure they needed to hit the battle trail again. Today...today was theirs. Today, they deserved the celebration they'd earned.
“Do you love us?” she asked, turning to embrace him.
“You know I do.” I've loved you both forever.
“We love you, too,” Cecil said, “though circumstances haven’t always made it easy to show you that love.”
It wasn’t that he doubted them. Not exactly. Cecil had come for him and both he and Rosa had displayed their love for him before the entire court at Baron. How could he doubt that was anything but love?
And yet… “What will the people think? What if they turn on you, Cecil?”
“Because I love you?” He shrugged. “I haven’t always been a king. I imagine I won’t always be one.”
“You’d give up your throne for me?”
“For the three of us,” Rosa corrected. She laid her head against his half-bare chest. “We’re one now, Kain.”
“A difficult concept,” he admitted, turning his face into the wind. “There’s a storm coming.”
“It wouldn’t dare,” Cecil said with a grin, “mar our wedding day.”
The smile was contagious. Kain found himself sharing it as he stroked Rosa’s silky hair. She laughed suddenly, pulled him away from the rail and to the center of the deck. Taking his hands in hers, she drew him into a grand, sweeping dance while she hummed a melody that drove all doubts, all fears, from his mind.
Cecil laughed until they danced close and Rosa drew him in as well. The world spun around them. The wind left Kain in a jealous huff. In a torrent of laughter, they collapsed to the deck together.
"Wine," Rosa exclaimed. "We need wine to celebrate this momentous occasion."
"I'll help you," Kain said, scrambling to his feet when she rose.
"No." She laid the flat of one hand on his chest. With a smile at Cecil, she said, "I'm perfectly capable of fetching a bottle of wine and some glasses myself." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose and then whirled toward the door down into the ship proper, wedding robes swirling around her.
Cecil watched her leave. Kain offered him a hand, hauled him to his feet. They returned to the rail together, Kain relieved that the wind had abandoned him...for now.
"Do you think it's over?" he asked. "The fighting. The monsters."
"Wherever there are people," Cecil said, "there will be wars. Wherever there are wars, there will be monsters bent on destroying the good in the world."
Kain grinned. "I see why they made you king."
A flush crept into Cecil's cheeks. "I had a long time to think about what being a monster meant while I was learning how not to be one."
"In all the years I have known you, I have never counted you a monster." Though I fear I have a bit of monster in myself.
Cecil leaned over the rail. “How far up do you think we are?”
“I don’t know.” Kain shrugged, looking down at the farms below. In miniature, they hardly looked real. “Maybe a mile.”
Cecil’s mouth twisted into a wicked grin. “I’ve always wanted to join the Mile High Club. What do you think?”
Kain’s dick throbbed at the thought of Cecil all to himself. He’d always wanted him, though he’d been reluctant to admit it until he’d almost been forced by kill him by Golbez.
With a glance back at the door down, he smiled. “What about Rosa?”
Cecil discarded his cloak. “She’ll be back eventually.”
Kain captured his husband’s cloak before it could blow overboard. Cecil snatched it from his hand and let it trail over the rail before he dropped it. “Let them wonder.”
Kain flushed. I'm gonna join the Mile-High Club at 37,000 feet.
Cecil’s lips were hot and insistent against his and Kain was breathless by the time he fussed at the clasps on his lover’s armor. The king helped him, hand on top of hand they removed his, and then moved on to Kain’s armor. Soon, both sets lay scattered across the deck. Some part of Kain’s mind reminded him that they should take care of their armor, that it was hard-earned and they had no certainties evil would never return to his world.
But, when Cecil’s mouth dropped to his throat, the only thing his mind could process was the throbbing in his crotch. Cecil’s hands dropped to his breeches, cradling his balls and his erection through the soft fabric. He strained against the material, fearful he’d come before he could feel Cecil against his skin.
The king didn’t bother with his shirt, but knelt before him to unfasten his pants. It didn’t seem right, that Cecil should pleasure him first, but words of protest couldn’t find voice and he watched, his heart pounding in his ears, as Cecil freed him.
Tension gathered throughout his body; fire settled in the pit of his stomach. His cock strained in Cecil’s hands. Running one fist down the length to Kain’s body, Cecil slid his other beneath, his fingers touching, feeling, until they curled around the Dragoon’s balls.
Kain moaned, back arched, his dick thrust close to Cecil’s lips. The king’s tongue flicked across the tip and Kain’s legs trembled as a spasm settled over his body.
“Not yet,” Cecil whispered, his breath hot and moist against Kain’s erection. He slid his hand to the tip of Kain’s penis, then let it slide, slick and sticky, down again. Holding it firm, he plunged the erection into his mouth, lips closing firmly around it.
Kain came with a shudder that left him weak, spilling himself into Cecil's mouth as tension exploded into excitement that drained his body, leaving behind sparks and twinges of pleasure. Pulling free of Cecil's mouth elicited the birth of a new erection. Instead of giving into it, he dropped to his knees, sliding his arms around his lover and friend.
Their mouths met; their tongues tangled. With a grin, Kain pinned Cecil to the deck and disrobed him, realizing it was something he'd always wanted to do.
Before he could flip Cecil, the deck door opened and Rosa returned. "I'm back," she announced, wearing nothing more than a smile. "What have you boys been up to?
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: threesome, sex, m/m
Word count: 1,351
Prompt: Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Kain(/Rosa): sex on the airship deck--"I'm gonna join the Mile-High Club at 37,000 feet" (Nickeback, "Rock Star")
A/N: First, I'm late and I'm sorry. Second, this story is based on the story, Happily Ever After, that I posted yesterday
Summary: The newlyweds discover mile high enjoyment.
The wind spoke to him, whispered messages that only he could understand. Today it spoke to him of happiness, of the promise of contentment, and then it turned on him, teasing, reminding him that nothing good lasted forever. With a haughty laugh, she ruffled his hair, caressed his cheeks, and fluttered down the front of his open tunic to brush against his chest, asking him if any other could ever love him as much as she did.
He couldn’t ignore the cold undercurrent that drove a shiver through him and raised doubts that he’d never truly be accepted by the people of Baron, that he’d always be odd man out in his relationship with Cecil and Rosa. The wind had always been there for him when he was lonely, had always reminded him that others didn’t really care.
And he’d believed her for a while. Maybe a part of him believed her still. But Cecil had come for him and Rosa had embraced him, and they’d promised him they’d be his forever.
Forever, Kain thought, was a long time.
“You okay?” Cecil joined him at the airship rail, slipped an arm around his shoulders.
“Tired.” It was true. He hadn’t slept well since they’d returned to Baron, though he supposed more of it had been guilt than the jealousy he’d felt over Cecil’s and Rosa’s happiness. “Worried.”
“Today?” Rosa exclaimed, settling in on the other side of him. She leaned against the rail with one elbow, slid her free hand into the crook of his arm. Leaning against him, she sighed, “We’re supposed to be happy today.”
“Uncertain,” he corrected, “whether this was a good idea…or not.” He couldn't tell them of the wind. Not yet. Not until he was certain the storm brewing was a bad one. Not until he was sure they needed to hit the battle trail again. Today...today was theirs. Today, they deserved the celebration they'd earned.
“Do you love us?” she asked, turning to embrace him.
“You know I do.” I've loved you both forever.
“We love you, too,” Cecil said, “though circumstances haven’t always made it easy to show you that love.”
It wasn’t that he doubted them. Not exactly. Cecil had come for him and both he and Rosa had displayed their love for him before the entire court at Baron. How could he doubt that was anything but love?
And yet… “What will the people think? What if they turn on you, Cecil?”
“Because I love you?” He shrugged. “I haven’t always been a king. I imagine I won’t always be one.”
“You’d give up your throne for me?”
“For the three of us,” Rosa corrected. She laid her head against his half-bare chest. “We’re one now, Kain.”
“A difficult concept,” he admitted, turning his face into the wind. “There’s a storm coming.”
“It wouldn’t dare,” Cecil said with a grin, “mar our wedding day.”
The smile was contagious. Kain found himself sharing it as he stroked Rosa’s silky hair. She laughed suddenly, pulled him away from the rail and to the center of the deck. Taking his hands in hers, she drew him into a grand, sweeping dance while she hummed a melody that drove all doubts, all fears, from his mind.
Cecil laughed until they danced close and Rosa drew him in as well. The world spun around them. The wind left Kain in a jealous huff. In a torrent of laughter, they collapsed to the deck together.
"Wine," Rosa exclaimed. "We need wine to celebrate this momentous occasion."
"I'll help you," Kain said, scrambling to his feet when she rose.
"No." She laid the flat of one hand on his chest. With a smile at Cecil, she said, "I'm perfectly capable of fetching a bottle of wine and some glasses myself." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose and then whirled toward the door down into the ship proper, wedding robes swirling around her.
Cecil watched her leave. Kain offered him a hand, hauled him to his feet. They returned to the rail together, Kain relieved that the wind had abandoned him...for now.
"Do you think it's over?" he asked. "The fighting. The monsters."
"Wherever there are people," Cecil said, "there will be wars. Wherever there are wars, there will be monsters bent on destroying the good in the world."
Kain grinned. "I see why they made you king."
A flush crept into Cecil's cheeks. "I had a long time to think about what being a monster meant while I was learning how not to be one."
"In all the years I have known you, I have never counted you a monster." Though I fear I have a bit of monster in myself.
Cecil leaned over the rail. “How far up do you think we are?”
“I don’t know.” Kain shrugged, looking down at the farms below. In miniature, they hardly looked real. “Maybe a mile.”
Cecil’s mouth twisted into a wicked grin. “I’ve always wanted to join the Mile High Club. What do you think?”
Kain’s dick throbbed at the thought of Cecil all to himself. He’d always wanted him, though he’d been reluctant to admit it until he’d almost been forced by kill him by Golbez.
With a glance back at the door down, he smiled. “What about Rosa?”
Cecil discarded his cloak. “She’ll be back eventually.”
Kain captured his husband’s cloak before it could blow overboard. Cecil snatched it from his hand and let it trail over the rail before he dropped it. “Let them wonder.”
Kain flushed. I'm gonna join the Mile-High Club at 37,000 feet.
Cecil’s lips were hot and insistent against his and Kain was breathless by the time he fussed at the clasps on his lover’s armor. The king helped him, hand on top of hand they removed his, and then moved on to Kain’s armor. Soon, both sets lay scattered across the deck. Some part of Kain’s mind reminded him that they should take care of their armor, that it was hard-earned and they had no certainties evil would never return to his world.
But, when Cecil’s mouth dropped to his throat, the only thing his mind could process was the throbbing in his crotch. Cecil’s hands dropped to his breeches, cradling his balls and his erection through the soft fabric. He strained against the material, fearful he’d come before he could feel Cecil against his skin.
The king didn’t bother with his shirt, but knelt before him to unfasten his pants. It didn’t seem right, that Cecil should pleasure him first, but words of protest couldn’t find voice and he watched, his heart pounding in his ears, as Cecil freed him.
Tension gathered throughout his body; fire settled in the pit of his stomach. His cock strained in Cecil’s hands. Running one fist down the length to Kain’s body, Cecil slid his other beneath, his fingers touching, feeling, until they curled around the Dragoon’s balls.
Kain moaned, back arched, his dick thrust close to Cecil’s lips. The king’s tongue flicked across the tip and Kain’s legs trembled as a spasm settled over his body.
“Not yet,” Cecil whispered, his breath hot and moist against Kain’s erection. He slid his hand to the tip of Kain’s penis, then let it slide, slick and sticky, down again. Holding it firm, he plunged the erection into his mouth, lips closing firmly around it.
Kain came with a shudder that left him weak, spilling himself into Cecil's mouth as tension exploded into excitement that drained his body, leaving behind sparks and twinges of pleasure. Pulling free of Cecil's mouth elicited the birth of a new erection. Instead of giving into it, he dropped to his knees, sliding his arms around his lover and friend.
Their mouths met; their tongues tangled. With a grin, Kain pinned Cecil to the deck and disrobed him, realizing it was something he'd always wanted to do.
Before he could flip Cecil, the deck door opened and Rosa returned. "I'm back," she announced, wearing nothing more than a smile. "What have you boys been up to?