Disclaimer: All the Final Fantasy characters in this series of ficlets and/or short stories belong to those talented people at Square/Enix or whatever they are called now.
This is a series of Valentine's Day fics. Not all of them will contain smut, but they all are from the FF8 fandom, and the main pairing is, of course, Irvine and Squall. This will also be generally silly, have sappy moments and will hopefully be fun for you to read and fun for me to write. Enjoy.
This is YAOI - boys with boys, caring, desiring, kissing, hugging, groping…um, yeah…but that’s why you’re reading this, yes?
Book of Love: Voucher 34
By Garden's Gnome
The sun was low in the sky as a sleek black convertible sped along the new highway that connected Timber and Esthar, top down and music loud, the driver tapping one hand against the side of his door in time with the thumping bass beat.
Pulling his hand back into the car, Irvine ran it through Squall’s hair, the brunette laying across the front seat on his back with his head resting in the sniper‘s lap, dozing lightly as Irvine drove them to meet the Garden. Behind Squall’s seat, Irvine could just catch a glimpse of the travel cage he’d brought for their new kitten, the back seat of the convertible covered with bags of stuff Laguna had brought for them and the cat.
Including this car, Irvine thought as he glanced down at his lover, smiling as he remembered Laguna’s persistence that finally won through when Squall had muttered a ‘whatever’ and switched from the char hire screen to the purchase vehicle screen. He hadn’t even really thought about how they had been going to get back to Garden, assuming that they would borrow the Rag and fly. Then while packing, Squall had presented him with a voucher for the day. Love voucher: A long drive.
“You had this all planned the moment you saw the voucher Seifer chose when you were sick, didn’t you?” Irvine whispered to his dozing lover, lightly running a finger over the brunette’s nose and grinning as it twitched and Squall’s hand came up to bat at what had disturbed his sleep.
Continuing along the highway to Fisherman’s Horizon, Irvine quickly calculated how long it would be before the reached Timber and Garden, deciding it would be well after curfew by the time they got home.
Good…no disturbances from everyone else. I’ll be able to have you all to myself, he thought at Squall, hand going back to carding gently through the brunette’s tousled hair.
Not that they hadn’t spent the whole of the past day and a half together…they just hadn’t been alone the whole time. Including sleeping when the kitten had decided to curl up between them, something Irvine vowed to put a stop to right away.
Arriving in Esthar just before lunch, Laguna had greeted them at the airstation and taken them into the city for lunch, followed by an afternoon of shopping and wandering around. Then they had met up with Kiros and had dinner in a very fancy restaurant. Heading back to the Palace, Laguna had introduced them to the kittens, their new bundle of fluff happily taking up residence on Squall’s lap as they talked and had a quiet drink with the President and his lover. Heading to their rooms for sleep, Squall had teased Irvine so much that he was ready to take the brunette in the hallway, the cowboy definitely planning to toss his lover on the bed and enjoy some quality romping until the kitten had crawled up onto the mattress and meowed loudly in Irvine’s ear. Even locking it in the bathroom hadn’t worked and the sniper resigned himself to sleeping with a noisily purring creature between them.
When we get back to Garden I’m going to leave the kitten in its cage in the lounge room, then I’ll drag Squall into the bedroom…maybe undressing him along the way…toss him on the bed, grab those handcuffs and then tease him like he did to me last night with all those light touches that didn’t offer enough friction before I take him hard and fast. Then I’ll carry him into the shower and wash him slowly, wet soapy hands sliding over that sensitive skin of his until he begs me to take him. Finally, I’ll take him back to bed, lick the water off his skin and love him slowly as he deserves. Mmmm…that sounds about right,” Irvine ended his thoughts, shifting a little to get comfortable in his tightening jeans.
“Nnh…where are we and what are you thinking about, Irvine? You’re hard,” Squall said sleepily, cheek rubbing against the sniper’s covered erection making Irvine hiss a little as hooded blue eyes look up at him.
Damn but I love that sleepy look, Irvine thought as he glanced down at his lover, shifting again as his cock throbbed a little in need.
“Ah…nothing much…just what we’re going to do when we get home, darlin’,” Irvine told Squall. “And we’re about a half hour from Fisherman’s Horizon.”
“Oh really…and I’m guessing it involves us being naked,” Squall said, turning his head to look at the outline of Irvine’s erection in the faint evening light.
“Definitely…yesssssss,” Irvine moaned as Squall’s teeth gently moved against his cock. “Squall…ah…stop please…”
“No, Irvine,” Squall said, hand moving up to unfasten his lover’s clothing.
“But…damn…babe, I’m driving here. You’re gonna cause an accident,” Irvine said, shuddering as Squall drew his cock out and stroked his fingers over it.
“Set the car to cruise,” the brunette ordered, Irvine automatically doing as he was told, gasping as a hot wet tongue came into contact with his cock. “It’s at least another four hours to Timber…it would be cruel to leave you like this,” Squall said, faintly smiling lips nibbling at the hot flesh before him, teasing.
The brunette said nothing, mouth opening and slowly taking Irvine’s cock into it. Irvine moved his foot well away from the accelerator and pushed up a little, needing to be deeply inside the wet heat surrounding him. He was vaguely aware of Squall moving so that he was lying on his stomach, too busy on concentrating on the road to look, too busy trying not to close his eyes as pleasure spiked along his nerves. Burying his free hand into tousled hair, Irvine rocked up as best he could, biting his tongue as Squall pulled back, only his lips around the tip as his hand fisted around the hot flesh, pumping it hard.
“Fuck…” Irvine growled. Must stop, he thought, foot moving to carefully to the brake, gradually slowing the car so as not to disturb Squall, hips still moving towards the heat.
As the car stopped, Irvine felt it and pushed his hips up hard, shivering as he released into Squall’s waiting mouth, head thrown back as he panted, eyes wide and blindly staring up at the darkening sky.
“You stopped the car,” Squall said, glaring at the cowboy as he sat up and licked his own hand clean, gasping in surprise as Irvine grabbed him and kissed him hard, tongue thrusting into the brunette’s mouth, chasing a taste.
When the kiss ended, Squall was half on Irvine’s lap, the cowboy’s hands gripping his leather-clad ass and pulling him closer.
“You’re hard, lover,” Irvine teased, lips nibbling at the brunette’s jaw.
“I’m driving. Move,” Squall growled, voice roughened with his arousal.
“The sooner we get home, the sooner you can do the things that made you hard,” Squall explained, pushing Irvine out of the way and getting comfortable behind the wheel.
“True,” Irvine agreed. “But you can’t drive like that,” he said, looking down at his lover’s lap.
“You know what to do,” Squall smirked at him, hand reaching out to bury fingers into auburn hair and pull the sniper downwards.
Irvine smirked back and as he opened the brunette’s leather pants wondered if Squall would be interested in staying in Fisherman’s Horizon for the night.
To be continued…