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[dyingmessage]

Last night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but
you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps
it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one
night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked and
something happened.

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[sullenstallion]

[Dylas is a little awake. Well, he's actually very awake once he remembers what happened last night. With all the fighting that they have to do as SeeDs, all that teamwork and shit, it was only a matter of time before he figured out he kind of sort of liked someone more than the rest. And Squall was that person, the least annoying, the one Dylas somehow became the most fond of. And that meant sometimes acting out. At other times, it meant awkwardly trying to get to know him, something neither of them were particularly good at.

So, how exactly did their night get so crazy that he ended up on his knees, exactly? Or later, with Squall on top of him? He can't even say anything back, now that he's awake he has to wait until the red in his face (buried against his arm) fades away. He. Really liked that. They're both stoic, intense people.

Dylas is just a lot more embarrassing beneath that than Squall is.]

Yeah.

[Squall looks unhappy. Dylas, meanwhile, is trying to keep his ears and tail still. He still feels fantastic from the night before. Shit. He has no idea what to talk about.]

...You look pissed off. Again.

[tripletriad]

[Squall's eyes widen briefly in surprise at the accusation, before he glances away to stare determinedly at the bare wall across from them.

Pissed off?]

I'm not. [Not really. It'd be a lie to say he didn't enjoy what transpired last night.]

There's just...a lot to take in. [And there was.

It's not to say he didn't like Dylas before this. He had felt a kinship with him from their first assignment. He didn't push and pull like Zell and Seifer, insisting that Squall needed to be someone he wasn't, and that was enough to make him fond of the man, in his own way. Enough to seek him out for training, glad for the amiable silence between them instead of Seifer's harsh words or Zell's fumbles for conversation.

Maybe it was Squall's fault they ended up here, when the exhaustion and euphoria of a harsh training session led him to lean against Dylas almost affectionately as they made their way back to the dorms. He remembered stopping outside his own room. He remembered a kiss, though who first initiated it escaped him. He remembered the chaste, timid touches falling into something more passionate and carnal with breakneck speed, as if they had both been desperate for this moment all along.

No, he can't think of that right now. He can't think of how tantalizing it was to have a man like Dylas laid bare right below him.

What he should think is, thank god SeeDs get their own room.]

[sullenstallion]

[He says “pissed off” partially because if Squall starts talking about that being a mistake, he kind of wants to beat him to the punch a little. Dylas might not berate Squall or get overly excited (except for when he’s trying to be more social), but he gets his feelings hurt easily.]

Oh. [He pauses at that. Maybe he’d come on too strong? Well. Whatever. Squall knows by now that Dylas can come across a lot harsher than he intends to, it’s...probably not a problem.

The problem is that Dylas can’t really sit up smoothly without the sheets falling off of him and reminding everyone in the room that he’s naked. Late night training sessions were always good fun. He’s not the kind of person who falls asleep easily as things get more and more intense outside of the Garden, so working up a sweat before retiring seemed like a good idea at the time. But now he’s naked and in bed with just about the only person he feels close to. And that’s kind of scary.

So he’s just going to lay where he is, making himself a bit more comfortable while also trying not to think about how Squall still looks handsome in the light of day. His tail is starting to swish underneath his sheet. He’s still surprise Squall went for it, he’s pretty sure that the fact he has a tail (probably because of prolonged time spent with his GF, Ixion) would have been a dealbreaker.]

I’m not pissed off, either. [In fact, his face might be a little red. He’s trying to fight it.] You...you fought good last night.

[tripletriad]

Thanks. [Pause.] You too.

[Sometimes he wishes he was better at conversation. It sure would help move things along right now. As it stands, there's a painful, awkward silence between them as each wait on the other to take the next step.

Squall's eyes travel lazily to the movement of the tail underneath the sheets. That took some getting used to at first, but it wasn't really as much of a distraction as he thought. It even had its own charm, something Squall becomes acutely aware of as the soft hair brushes momentarily against his leg.

God. It's too early for this. He shifts into the mattress, back sliding down the headboard until his head comes to rest back on the pillow. He turns his head to the side, face even with Dylas now, something strangely intimate and painfully precarious about looking him in the eyes while laying prone beside him.

He's never woken up with someone next to him before. He doesn't know what do to, what to say. For the first time in a long, long time, Squall is apprehensive about making a wrong move and ruining whatever relationship he had or could possibly have.

There was plenty to say, of course, plenty of words right on the tip of his tongue:

It was nice.

I didn't mind it.

We could do it again.

But sincerity was difficult for him, and he was no good at letting his body language do the talking either. He felt stuck on a sinking ship, with supplies all around him and no idea how to use any of it. And he was rapidly running out of time.]

...You okay? [It's a lame offering, but it's the best he can do, for now.]

[sullenstallion]

You’re a good training partner.

[Dylas doesn’t feel like he nailed those compliments. He’s just going to bury his head in his arm for a moment, ears flicking backing a little in shame. When he decides to lift his face, it’s because Squall is sliding back into bed next to him. Now that they’ve had sex, staring at him is a lot easier than it used to be. Somehow. It should be more awkward, but he’s more fine with it.

The silence is making things awkward enough anyways. Just like Squall, he’s waiting for someone to say something, for any sort of distraction that could segue them out of this. Not only is this Dylas’ first time with Squall, it’s his first time ever, which means he has even more inexperience with what to say here. And, like Squall, he knows what he wants to say, he just doesn’t know...how to say it. Or if he should.

Unlike Squall, if Dylas is left alone long enough, he eventually folds under pressure and blurts something out.]

I’m fine. I’m not that sore.

[Crap, he’s not sure if Squall was talking about the state of his ass or not. Did he just say too much? And he said that while making eye contact, too. He closes his eyes. He can do this. He really wants to do this.]

I enjoyed that. I, uh, had a good time with you.

[It’s not a declaration of love, more a declaration that he hopes it wasn’t a mistake.]

...Did you? Shit. Don't let this make things weird between us.

[Again, he's. Nailing the conversation, completely. Luckily, there's a pause between "did you" and "shit" so they don't sound like the same phrase.]

[tripletriad]

[He was just asking in general, ass included, so it's all good.

Squall stays silent as Dylas speaks, lips pressed together in a thin, grim line. He heaves a sigh before twisting to lay on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he looks at Dylas.]

It was different. [Pause.] But not bad.

[This is completely new territory for him, in many ways. Squall doesn't like to show any sort of vulnerability, would sooner lash out with icy words to drive people away than let them in.

But...he didn't want to drive Dylas away. He enjoyed their tentative camaraderie. He enjoyed having a friend that didn't push his buttons to make him more sociable. And while he never expected this to happen, well...it wasn't so bad, laying here next to someone felt he could trust.

Dylas seemed to be as at a loss as he was. It was some comfort, to see their feelings on the subject were relatively similar.]

...I have another free evening in a few days. [That's as genuine as he can force himself to be. He can only hope Dylas understands what he's saying.]

[sullenstallion]

[Well, there might have been times where Dylas pushed Squall to be more social with him, but things like beating the crap out of monsters and pulling Squall out of situations where he might be forced to interact with annoying people are great “not a date” activities. Or so Dylas thinks, he never considered it like that, just that he wanted to spend more time with Squall. It was only recently that he’d discovered he had a crush on someone, probably because they were a little similar.]

It was...pretty good for me. [He just wants to make that clear, since he’s the one who might have to walk funny today if he didn’t remember to draw some Curas on his last mission.

He kind of wants to do more. While he’s awake. He isn’t about to voice that, though, he doesn’t want to scare Squall off, especially when a free evening is mentioned and it gets his heart racing a little. His ears perk up happily, betraying his thoughts on the issue before he can even voice them.]

Yeah. Me, too. We can train more...if you want to.

[It’s not a euphemism. If they’re going to do this, beating up monsters is really good foreplay. As someone who’s only had sex a grand total of once, he’s pretty sure the two of them being sweaty and sore from their workout had been one of the best parts of last night to begin with.]