Nameless Squall/Zell Smutty Lemony YAOI Fic

DISCLAIMER-NESS: Look Square, I know Squall and Zell and all things FF belong to you, but, well, the royalties you paid them for starring in your game were so small that they’d spent the money within a couple of months of getting it, so when I saw them down Camden Market the other day and offered “gay porn?” they jumped at the chance.

SUMMARY: Witness Squall and Zell get it on, tacky, crappy, porno style! Yes, I do know this is a bad, bad fic…

The door to Squall’s dorm slid open in front of Zell with the customary Star Trek “tssshh” noise. Squall was standing by the window, his short leather jacket thrown over the back of his chair, and his socks and boots in an untidy pile by his bed. He looked pensive, so Zell resisted the urge to pinch his nose and squawk about the make-believe smell of his feet, which was standard behaviour in this situation. Zell walked tentatively into the room and gave a decidedly restrained “’Sup Squall?” followed by the salute he had taken to giving the boy, who was now in charge of the whole of Garden. Squall looked nonchalantly over his shoulder and shrugged.

“Feel like goin’ ta the Trainin’ Area?” He boxed with nothing questioningly. “I reckon I could take that T-Rexaur single handed now.” Squall shrugged again.

“So why would you need me to come?”

Zell looked at the floor thoughtfully and rubbed the back of his head. “I dunno, you look like you need the exercise?” Squall snorted. “Um… I need someone with me as a witness that I did kill Mr T-Rex?” Squall looked over his shoulder at Zell, his eyes cold and grey as ever.

“Irvine can’t do that?” Zell pouted. Was Squall trying to upset him? If he was playing the Irvine card was definitely not going to work. He knew he was just keeping the cowboy’s bed warm ‘til Selphie agreed to a date. Could…could Squall be jealous of Zell’s thing with Irvine? Zell crowed with delight at the thought, and flushed slightly at Squall’s eyebrow, cocked at him over the other boy’s shoulder.

Being one to speak his mind, with very little thought beforehand, Zell found himself saying, “’Cos you’re one foxy bastard, and the thought of all the rumours about what me and you get up to in private would make me real horny” He giggled, then realised he could get his arse kicked for saying that. “Besides, Irvine’s off somewhere with Selphie, festival committee stuff or summat.” He added that bit distract the mousy-haired boy from the first bit. Squall had turned around and was leaning on the wall by the window, wearing an amused smirk.

“The one’s about you and Irvine aren’t enough?” Squall asked, ignoring Zell’s pathetic attempt at distracting him.

“Actually,” Zell was mumbling now. “Me and Irvine, it’s just a temporary thing. He really is after Selphie ya know. I’m just getting’ my practice in with him ‘til someone else comes along…”

“Anyone else in particular?” Zell blushed and looked down. He was about to say something to the floor when Squall’s feet appeared in his field of vision. He blushed and looked up.

“So, if you’re not comin’, there anythin’ ya want doin’?” He gave Squall a nervous grin. Squall was standing very close to him, his eyes closed, and his head tilted to one side, he was breathing hard, and his breath was tickling Zell’s neck.

“Yes, there is actually…”

“And that would be…?” Squall was leaning closer now, his hair brushed Zell’s cheek, and his lips were close to the other boy’s ear.

“You’re not that slow are you Zell?” he whispered. But it was the finger tracing his jaw line, and the arm sliding around his waist that told Zell what Squall was after. Zell giggled.

“That giggle really ruined the moment y’know…” Squall said, stepping back from Zell with a glare. Zell shrugged apologetically and rubbed at the back of his head.

“Can we fuck anyway? That is, if Rinoa’s not in the picture.”

“She is in the picture. Can we fuck anyway? Your ass looks like a tighter fit than hers is. Besides, you didn’t seem to worried about her when you called me a, “foxy bastard” I believe it was…”

Zell shook his head. “Squall, this fic’s s’posed to be a smutty PWP, you’re doing to much talkin’, people are readin’ this for the bit where we fuck! Can you do a little less yappin’?”

“Fine…” Squall looked a little hurt, but pulled of the short, sleeveless white t-shirt the costume department had given him because it drew attention to his biceps. Zell shrugged off his jacket, and found himself pressed up against Squall. Squall put his lips to Zell’s, flicking his tongue along the blonde boy’s lips, then pushing into his mouth. He pulled up the black tank top that was tucked into the waist of Zell’s baggy shorts, and reluctantly broke his contact with Zell’s mouth to pull it over his head.

Squall steered Zell towards the bed, his bare chest pressed close to the pale skin of Zell’s own. He wrapped his arms tightly about the slender fighter’s waist and ground his crotch against Zell’s, feeling him harden against him. He unbuckled the belt of Zell’s shorts, which, being four sizes too big for him, fell straight to the floor. He stepped out of them and pushed off his boxers. He sat down on the bed, and Squall knelt between his legs and pulled off the other boy’s sneakers.

Squall placed a cool hand on the centre of Zell’s muscular chest and pushed him back onto the bed. He climbed on top, supporting himself on his arms, he leant down and kissed Zell. He kissed down his chin, across his throat, pressing his tongue into the hollow of his throat. He went further, scraping his teeth down Zell’s pale chest. He bent his head over one of Zell’s pink nipples. Zell groaned as Squall flicked his tongue across the hard nub, biting down on it gently. Zell arched his back upwards into Squall. His fingers tangled into the fine brown that tickled his chest. Squall twisted the other nipple between his fingertips.

He went down further still, nipping at the smooth skin over the tight muscles of Zell’s stomach. He dipped his tongue into Zell’s belly button, and Zell pushed up, his erect cock pressing Squall’s chest. Squall reached down and took hold of Zell’s sac. He squeezed gently, smiling into Zell’s stomach as the blonde boy bucked underneath him. Then he lowered his head further and ran his tongue along the underside of Zell’s cock. Then he took the swollen head into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, flicking his tongue across the tip.

Squall began to take Zell further into his mouth, his tongue and teeth grazing along his cock. Zell unconsciously began to push up, thrusting into Squall’s throat, his hands pushing the brown head down to meet his rising cock. Squall held the smaller boy’s hips down, but the hands kept pushing him down, and Zell kept trying to push deeper in to Squall’s mouth. Eventually they found a rhythm, and Squall’s head bobbed up and down over Zell, whose thrusting hips and fumbling hands began to move in time with Squall’s ministrations.

Squall began massaging Zell’s testes harder than before, and he felt them tighten. Zell began to push upwards more urgently. Zell quivered, and his whole body tensed, and his orgasm exploded from the tip of his cock. He groaned loudly, and Squall swallowed the warm fluid, sucking to the last, pulling the last of the cum from his cock. Zell’s tight grip loosed on his hair, and Squall moved back up the blonde boy’s chest, kissing at the skin, now below a fine layer of sweat. Zell smiled at him, panting.

He slid his hands down Squall’s muscular back, to the waist of his leather jeans. They slid under the thick black material, and into the back of the brown haired boy’s boxer shorts, squeezing the tight cheeks in his hands. Pulled one hand out from under the leather and undid the button of Squall’s trousers, and pulled down the zip. He pushed the leather down Squall’s smooth legs, followed by the white material of his boxer shorts, starting to turn clear where the tight cloth was soaked with the pre-cum of Squall’s aching cock.

Zell rolled so he was on top, and reached for the lube, that Squall had left on his bedside cabinet, purely by coincidence. He straddled Squall and uncapped the tube and squeezed some of the contents onto his fingers. Squall watched quietly as Zell slipped his greased hand along the length of Squall’s cock. He gripped the head and Squall took the tube from Zell and squeezed some into his own hand. He slipped his hand round behind Zell and ran his finger along his crack. He pushed between the cheeks to his tight opening. He pushed his finger into the tight ring of muscle, and Zell groaned and pushed back against it.

Squall inserted another finger stretching Zell, who began to pump his hand harder and faster along Squall’s cock, rising and falling on Squall’s fingers. Zell shuffled further up the bed so his ass was directly over Squall’s cock.

“You’re ready I take it?” Zell nodded. Squall took hold of his cheeks and spread them, and Zell lowered himself onto Squall’s rock hard cock. He bit his lip to stop himself crying out. Squall was watching Zell with his cold metallic eyes. He pushed up as Zell clenched tightly around him. Squall was half way inside Zell when he stopped to allow him time to get used to the intrusion, and then began to thrust upwards into him slowly.

Zell braced his hands on Squall’s stomach, and began to rise as Squall pulled out, and lower back down as Squall thrust back into him. Squall rested his hands on Zell’s thighs, feeling the muscles tighten underneath his hands as Zell writhed up and down on his cock. Squall pushed in deeper, and Zell’s nails dug into the skin of his stomach, a little blood trickled down his lip as he bit into hard. The he gasped as Squall’s cock hit against his prostate gland.

Squall’s thrusts began more violent and desperate, and Zell angled himself so Squall rubbed against the spot with each thrust. Zell shuddered as Squall pushed in faster and deeper, and he clenched tightly around Squall’s cock. Squall was groaning, and Zell’s eyes were shut, his mouth open in a silent moan. Squall gave one final push, and hit Zell’s prostate again, and his body shook with spasms, and he emptied his semen into the smaller boy.

Zell stayed straddling Squall’s cock, mouthing silently to the ceiling. Squall relaxed into the bed, his entire body going limp. Zell clambered off of him, and picked up his clothes. Squall watched him, breathing, as the slender boy got dressed. “Where are you going?” Even Seifer hadn’t left the room straight after sex…

“That T-Rexaur’s still waiting.” Zell looked out of the window “Besides, your girly’s walking up the Garden steps.” He gave Squall the salute he had taken to showing him since he had been promoted, and waddled out of the room, looking a little uncomfortable standing up.