Chapter 7
Squall looked at the hopeful blond, “the others,” he asked?
“There all still in,” Quistis said, starting to walk down the hall with Squall, “please for Selphie, she’s put so much into this.”
“All right, but I’m only doing this so I don’t have to hear you two whin,” Squall said, blushing.
Quistis grinned, “of course, you’ll hear no more whining from us.”
“Good,” Squall said, waving bye, as he headed for his dorm.
A Few days Later---- Squall had been thinking about Irvine ever since the day he had learned about Irvine’s feelings for him. When he had learned that Irvine was in the infirmary, Squall felt like his whole life would be over, if he never got to see the smiling cowboy again. He didn’t know it at the time, but that clutching feeling he had, was the fear of losing someone he loved.
Love . . . , Squall’s head snapped up, oh Hyne, I do love him. Squall smiled, liking the feeling it gave him to know he loved the cowboy. Looking around the area he was in Squall’s eyes went wide when he realized that he had wondered right to Irvine’s dorm room.
What am I doing here, Squall thought scratching his head? His burnett hair swayed, when he turned his head, toward a sound down the hallway. “What was that,” he spoke out loud?
For some reason, Squall felt compelled to check out the small thump he heard and headed toward the noise. Getting to the end of the hall, Squall stopped and looked around, his eyes went wide when he saw the cause of the noise.
“IRVINE!” Squall ran to the knocked out cowboy, picking him up and craddling him in his arms. His hat had fallen off when he fell, and he had a red spot on his head. Squall guessed that he had hit his head. There was a discarded pair of SeeD boots on the floor, and Irvine must have tripped over them.
“Wake up!” Squall said shaking the boy, trying to get a reaction from him.
Nothing.
Standing up Squall, fished in Irvine’s pocket for his room keycard, finding it, Squall carried Irvine to his dorm. Sliding the card through the lock,walking inwhen it opened.
Going to Irvine’s bed, Squall gently laid the cowboy down. Bending down Squall took off the elastic band that held his long hair back.
Taking out a potion, Squall gently poured it in Irvine’s mouth. Squall watched as the redness on Irvine’s head faded, and the boy’s eyes started to flutter.
Eyes opening, Irvine looked at Squall, “what,” he muttered, confused?
Squall smiled, relief flooding his whole body, “you fell and knocked yourself out. I carried you here.”
Pushing himself up, Irvine looked closely at Squall. He seemed different.
“Er, Irvine?”
“Yes, Squall,” Irvine said.
Squall blushed.
Wow, did Squall just blush, I can’t believe it, Irvine thought, looking at the blushing burnett.
“I thought about it,” with that spoken, Squall leaned over and caught Irvine’s mouth in his.
Irvine was so startled when he felt Squall’s lips on his that he squeaked and fell backwards, right off the bed. With his brown hair tumbling around his face, Irvine looked up at Squall. Both boys were blushing something fierce.
Looking down, his hair falling over his eyes, Irvine faintly smiled, “y..you meant . . . ”
Squall looked down at the fallen cowboy, and blushed. The cowboy was sprawled in a very alluring way. His head was tilted to the side, so his hair flowed over his shoulders, and he was propped up on his elbows, his pelvis slightly jutted out.
His mouth still tingling from the kiss, Squall nodded. “Yes, when I saw you lying there. I...I though that I’d lost you, and when you were in the infirmary I had such a unknown feeling clutching my heart,” Squall looked away, flushing.
Irvine grinned, looking up at the bashful man. He couldn’t believe this was the same man he’d known all these years. Standing up, Irvine set on the bed next to Squall. “So you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” Irvine did not wait for an answer, before he took Squall’s chin in his hands, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
Moaning into the kiss, Squall brought his arms around Irvine’s neck, his fingers running through his long brown locks.
Irvine giggled into Squall’s mouth, feeling so happy. Squall broke the kiss and gave Irvine a funny look. “Did you just giggle?” He raised his eyebrow, looking at Irvine’s flushed face.
“Did I,” Irvine sputtered, the heat on his cheeks rising?
Squall laughed, “you did, and I bet I can make you do it again.”
Putting his hands on his hips, Irvine stuck his tongue at Squall, “oh, really,” he said, suppressing a girlish giggle. Why do I feel like giggling like a little girl all of a sudden, he thought, well I guess Squall can bring out the weirdest in me?
“Oh, yes, and be careful where you stick that tongue,” Squall teased leaning forward, so his breath lightly tickled Irvine’s cheek.
Irvine felt himself tingle, “so what will you do if I don’t,” he asked, sticking his tongue out again?
Squall smiled, waiting for this, “maybe this,” he yelled, pushing Irvine back and pinning his arms above his head, with one strong hand and tickling Irvine’s sides with the other.
Irvine’s breath whooshed out of him as he started to wriggle under Squall’s body. It was too much for Irvine to handle and he let out a small giggle which turned into gasping laughter.
“Okay, I give, I give,” Irvine shouted, still laughing.
Squall stopped tickling Irvine, but still had him pinned, “told you I could make you do it again.”
Blushing brightly, Irvine mock glared, “but you cheated.”
“Maybe I did, but it was fun. Very sexy,” Squall growled, wriggling his hips.
“Hey–ohhh,” Irvine moaned, biting his lip.
Squall smirked at Irvine, “you liked that?”
Irvine didn’t trust himself to speak so he nodded, still biting his lip.
Squall smiled, “don’t do that, let me,” Squall said, leaning down kissing Irvine, nibbling his lower lip.
Squall slowly let go of Irvine’s hands, running his fingers threw his hair. Irvine smiled into Squall’s mouth, wrapping his arms around Squall, pulling him closer.
When they both stopped to come up for air, Irvine sighed, snuggling up against Squall.
“Squall?”
Squall looked over at the blushing cowboy and smiled, “yeah.”
“I...love you,” Irvine said, blushing, looking down.
Squall smile got bigger, as he gently raised Irvine’s chin, so he could look the boy in the eyes, “I love you, too,” he whispered.
Irvine’s eyes went wide, and he started to shake, “y. . . . you mean it?” Tears of happiness formed in the corner of his eyes.
Squall saw his tears, and hugged the boy tight, “of course I do. That’s not something I say, unless I meant it,” he said, running his thumb over Irvine’s eyes, drying his tears.
“Oh, good,” Irvine smiled, burring his head in Squall’s chest, taking in his clean scent.
“Um, Irvine,” Squall said, looking down at the head, snugging into his chest.
“Hmmm, what,” a muffled voice spoke?
Pulling Irvine away from him, he pointed to the clock hanging on Irvine’s blue walls. Irvine turned to where Squall was pointing, and yelped, jumping out of the bed.
“Selphie’s going to kill us,” he yelled, grabbing Squall’s hand, and pulling him up.
“Calm down, were not late yet, and it’ll only take us five minutes to get there.”
“But I’m not even in make up,” Irvine moaned, grabbing a hair tie, pulling his hair up.
They of course were talking about a dress rehearsal they were supposed to be at. Still holding Squall’s hand, Irvine dragged him out of his dorm, pausing to pick up his hat, that was lying in the hallway.