fourstrings | Good god, let me give you my life

[ Some people in this situation might worry that it was too much.

Zack is worried that it’s not enough.

Okay, yes, he got Cloud off duty for the day, and had him stay over so he could wake him up with a birthday blowjob. But the gifts he got are almost all practical things; some boots and jeans to replace the very well-worn ones that Cloud wears when he’s in civvies ‘cause he seems to think of any money that he spends on himself as money he’s taking from his mother, and some actual uniform boots too because even though Shinra supplies them, Cloud’s still in the infantry, where they don’t seem to have heard of sizes and a march is much easier when your boots fit. There’s a little detour on the way out, too; Zack knows where Sephiroth is working for the day, and he may not be the guy’s biggest fan but he at least knows he’s not rude enough to decline to wish Cloud a happy birthday when Zack announces the occasion to him. It’s totally worth it for the look on Cloud’s face.

Dinner is a picnic – not one he made, for both their sakes, but bought and taken to Aerith’s church where they can cozy up together without worry of being seen. She’s gonna clear out for the evening, but she does make an appearance to bring a cake her mother made and ask Cloud how he likes the flowers Zack presented him with, and when she kisses him on the cheek he flushes so pink so fast that Zack could almost be jealous.

And when they head back, there’s the poster. Zack had claimed to forget his wallet so in could duck back into the apartment and put it up so it’d be a surprise when they got back. It’s Cloud’s old one, the one he’d tried to hide when Zack first talked him into moving in, and Sephiroth had definitely been stifling a laugh when he signed - no, no need to make it out to me, just sign your name, man!. Embarrassing as that was, he’s still excited enough that he basically hustles Cloud over so it’s in view. ]

Ta-da!

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[ he can't help a little laugh -- not because it isn't true, but because of how perfectly zack echoed his own thoughts. it's impossible to think that he could have this with just anyone else; even just laying here, tangled up with each other, it feels... perfect. like this is how they're supposed to be. ]

Too bad you're already First Class. [ teasing, nuzzling up against his cheek just so he can press a kiss there. ] After a performance like that, you deserve a promotion.

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You'll just have to make me president. President of your butt.

[ Yes, he is aware of how stupid that is, and no, he doesn't sound remotely ashamed of himself. He is, however, considerate enough to adjust just enough to roll them so Cloud is draped over him, because he's aware of how much heavier he is but he's absolutely not ready to pull out yet. ]

Thanks, Cloud.

[ He's 80% sure Cloud will protest, but it feels like he needs to say it. it means a lot to him that Cloud trusts him with this, and more than it should that he got to be Cloud's first. Sappy, and stupidly possessive - it's not like it would mean less somehow if Cloud had been with other people, but the thought of it is enough to make his voice thick when he speaks. ]

[ okay, that's dumb enough that it gets a startled little bark of laughter out of him, and he gives zack a little thump on the chest as the older boy rolls them over. butt president, seriously?

but he's more than happy to settle himself back down over zack, nuzzling warmly into the older boy's chest and breathing out a happy sigh. he'd protest the thanks -- really, it feels like it's him that should be saying thank you -- but! it's hard to tell zack not to say it when he kind of gets how the other boy feels. something that special? it feels like a precious gift that he's been given, and it's hard to stifle the urge to thank zack for sharing it with him.

so, instead? he props his chin on zack's chest so he can smile up at him. ] You wanna know something?

[ Cloud propping himself up like that has the benefit of making it easier for Zack to touch his face, so he does - cups his cheek, gently thumbs over his cheekbone, just soaking up the sight of him - flush-cheeked, a few strands of hair plastered to his face by the light sheen of sweat on him, looking just as happy as Zack feels. ]

Yeah.

I kinda figured --

[ okay, it takes a boldness cloud strife does not possess to come right out and say i planned on getting dick tonight, so. he goes pink instead, breaking eye contact briefly as his gaze flits off to the side.

but! the rest of it is something he really does want zack to know, and that makes it worth the effort to press on. so he looks up shyly at zack through his lashes, even though one of his fingers sneaks over to trace a teasing circle around one of zack's nipples. ] ... I made sure we were both off tomorrow.

So that means you've got me all night.

[ zack has clearly created a monster. ]

[ Oh!

Oh. Man, that's the best news Zack's heard since - well, since Cloud asked him to take him to bed. He gives a sigh that's half a laugh at the feel of Cloud's finger tracing over his nipple, using the hand that's not tenderly cradling Cloud's face to reach down and squeeze Cloud's butt. ]

And all day after that.

[ the feeling of zack squeezing a handful of his ass is enough to make cloud huff out another little laugh, rocking his hips back into the touch and letting out a little sigh at the way it makes zack shift inside him. ]

Sure you can keep up?

Not even a little.

[ Laughing, his smile wide, because it's like he's unlocked something in Cloud. Who would have known there was a sex demon inside him just waiting to be let out? ]

I guess once you wear me out it's your turn to be president, huh?

[ But. Despite his joking, he's grateful, and it only feels right to say so. ]

I'm glad. It'd suck to have this and then have to set an alarm and turn in, you know?

Good god, let me give you my life

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