My Dad, Your Dad - Part 1
^^ A small little, random ficlet. I couldn't help it. And will be finishing this up rather quickly I hope. :D Tidus/Squall ftw! There is some language and a slight lemony start. The next part is here - http://chaotic-dawn.livejournal.com/3023.html
For a year they’ve been dating with wavering faith just like any other couple. Nothing seems to be able to split them apart; not friends or society, not dirty looks or cruel words. The one thing that seems to be the one issue poking dangerously close to splitting them apart is the one thing neither wants to do; meet the parents. Despite living several hours away from their still living fathers, neither man wants to confront the one person they simply can’t get along with. Little does the elder of the relationship know, his younger counterpart has given into the plan of their father’s heading out to stay at their home for the weekend.
The room the two reside is dark save for the bathroom light shining out from the other side of the room. A disgruntled breath ghosts out over dry lips, fingers combing through short brown locks. His stormy blue eyes glare up at the blonde sitting stubbornly atop him, refusing to move any further in their activities until he answers. The blonde pouts, determined to get the right answer out of his lover. “Come on Squall, we’re going to have to do it sometime!”
The brunet clenches his fists into the sheets, reaching up to push him away only for the blonde to catch his wrists. Succeeding in pinning his hands over his head, the slightly built blonde only smirks down at him. “Nuh uh, tell me you’re okay with this!”
Squall closes his eyes as the heat in his body stays strong, his dignity holding firm as he tries desperately not to grind his hips up against the blonde’s. He tilts his head back against the pillows and stares at the ceiling in an attempt to forget about the passion rumbling through his veins like a tsunami or the fully erect shaft on his stomach, while his own is inside his boyfriend. A defeated groan scratches out of his throat, “F- Fine.”
Withholding sex while in the middle of it is a dirty trick, but the blonde knows it was the only way to get the answer out of his stubborn brunet. Squall flexes his fingers, snapping the blue-eyed youth back into focus. “Tidus... Move your hips or you’re on the couch for a week,” he grounds out, angered that Tidus thought up such a cunning plan as ‘giving variety to their methods’. Tidus leans down and captures Squall’s lips before he can say another word, straightening back up and rolling their hips together.
x.X.x.X.x.X.x
Squall rests his head against the tiled wall of the shower, hot water running over his body from the shower head above. His eyes clench shut as he tries to figure out how Tidus managed to get him to agree. Normally, he’d find a way to back out of this... insane mess... but with his own moron of a father on his way to their home in Spira... he just wants to slam his head against this tiled wall, not like it would be messy. The shower curtain is pulled back roughly before arms snake around his hips and lips trail loving kisses over his spine. Growling at the intruder he snatches the other side of the curtain back, stepping out and yanking the towel on the counter around his waist.
“Squall! I’m sorry okay!?”
He ignores Tidus, stomping back into their room and yanking out some sort of attire that’s plain enough; black, acid-washed jeans and a white, v-neck t-shirt. He doesn’t even begin to bother with socks or shoes, merely finishing drying his hair and draping the towel back into the bathroom. “I’ll be downstairs,” he mumbles to Tidus as he finishes up his own shower. The blonde gives a hollered okay as Squall makes his way downstairs just as the doorbell rings. The stone in his stomach immediately turns to bees, their needles seeming to prick at his insides. The sickening feeling only increases as he walks toward the door and realizes it’s not his father.
“Come on kiddo! Open the damn door; I’m not getting any younger out here! The Great Jecht has arrived!”
It’s Tidus’ father.
As Squall opens the door he’s unable to keep a blank face, much less stop himself from looking like he’s seen a ghost hugging a zombie. The man standing in the doorway is far more than just intimidating. Sure the brunet’s seen pictures of this star athlete, but he looks even bigger in person. The worse part is the deeply tanned abs and pecs staring him in the face since the man where’s no shirt but a tattoo of his team log o on his chest. Besides that he wears just a pair of ripped knee-length shorts and a gray, blue, and black vest. A large hand rubs at the back of his neck, long and messy ebony hair held away from his face thanks to a black bandanna.
The man stares at Squall before breaking out of his silence and walking inside, Squall having to quickly sidestep before getting bumped out of the way. The second the door shuts Jecht’s tone lowers severely, a deadly serious expression crossing his features. “So you’re the guy screwing my son?”
For a year they’ve been dating with wavering faith just like any other couple. Nothing seems to be able to split them apart; not friends or society, not dirty looks or cruel words. The one thing that seems to be the one issue poking dangerously close to splitting them apart is the one thing neither wants to do; meet the parents. Despite living several hours away from their still living fathers, neither man wants to confront the one person they simply can’t get along with. Little does the elder of the relationship know, his younger counterpart has given into the plan of their father’s heading out to stay at their home for the weekend.
The room the two reside is dark save for the bathroom light shining out from the other side of the room. A disgruntled breath ghosts out over dry lips, fingers combing through short brown locks. His stormy blue eyes glare up at the blonde sitting stubbornly atop him, refusing to move any further in their activities until he answers. The blonde pouts, determined to get the right answer out of his lover. “Come on Squall, we’re going to have to do it sometime!”
The brunet clenches his fists into the sheets, reaching up to push him away only for the blonde to catch his wrists. Succeeding in pinning his hands over his head, the slightly built blonde only smirks down at him. “Nuh uh, tell me you’re okay with this!”
Squall closes his eyes as the heat in his body stays strong, his dignity holding firm as he tries desperately not to grind his hips up against the blonde’s. He tilts his head back against the pillows and stares at the ceiling in an attempt to forget about the passion rumbling through his veins like a tsunami or the fully erect shaft on his stomach, while his own is inside his boyfriend. A defeated groan scratches out of his throat, “F- Fine.”
Withholding sex while in the middle of it is a dirty trick, but the blonde knows it was the only way to get the answer out of his stubborn brunet. Squall flexes his fingers, snapping the blue-eyed youth back into focus. “Tidus... Move your hips or you’re on the couch for a week,” he grounds out, angered that Tidus thought up such a cunning plan as ‘giving variety to their methods’. Tidus leans down and captures Squall’s lips before he can say another word, straightening back up and rolling their hips together.
x.X.x.X.x.X.x
Squall rests his head against the tiled wall of the shower, hot water running over his body from the shower head above. His eyes clench shut as he tries to figure out how Tidus managed to get him to agree. Normally, he’d find a way to back out of this... insane mess... but with his own moron of a father on his way to their home in Spira... he just wants to slam his head against this tiled wall, not like it would be messy. The shower curtain is pulled back roughly before arms snake around his hips and lips trail loving kisses over his spine. Growling at the intruder he snatches the other side of the curtain back, stepping out and yanking the towel on the counter around his waist.
“Squall! I’m sorry okay!?”
He ignores Tidus, stomping back into their room and yanking out some sort of attire that’s plain enough; black, acid-washed jeans and a white, v-neck t-shirt. He doesn’t even begin to bother with socks or shoes, merely finishing drying his hair and draping the towel back into the bathroom. “I’ll be downstairs,” he mumbles to Tidus as he finishes up his own shower. The blonde gives a hollered okay as Squall makes his way downstairs just as the doorbell rings. The stone in his stomach immediately turns to bees, their needles seeming to prick at his insides. The sickening feeling only increases as he walks toward the door and realizes it’s not his father.
“Come on kiddo! Open the damn door; I’m not getting any younger out here! The Great Jecht has arrived!”
It’s Tidus’ father.
As Squall opens the door he’s unable to keep a blank face, much less stop himself from looking like he’s seen a ghost hugging a zombie. The man standing in the doorway is far more than just intimidating. Sure the brunet’s seen pictures of this star athlete, but he looks even bigger in person. The worse part is the deeply tanned abs and pecs staring him in the face since the man where’s no shirt but a tattoo of his team log o on his chest. Besides that he wears just a pair of ripped knee-length shorts and a gray, blue, and black vest. A large hand rubs at the back of his neck, long and messy ebony hair held away from his face thanks to a black bandanna.
The man stares at Squall before breaking out of his silence and walking inside, Squall having to quickly sidestep before getting bumped out of the way. The second the door shuts Jecht’s tone lowers severely, a deadly serious expression crossing his features. “So you’re the guy screwing my son?”