Birthday fic!
It's a couple days late, but here's my present for 
duokinneas. Happy 18th birthday.
This is an FFX fic, set shortly before the events of the game. Auron/Tidus...if that's not your thing, don't read.
Disclaimer: The Final Fantasy X characters belong to Square-Enix. I’m just borrowing Auron and Tidus to have a little fun with them.
A/N: This is a belated birthday present to Silent Bystander, beta and friend. It’s also my first FFX fic. If people like it, I may write more.
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I’m just about to fall asleep when he walks in. The crowd had sounded reasonable enough, but the door’s opening turns it into an ocean of sound. They’re all cheering the Abes, of course, and one player in particular.
“Evening, Auron. Didn’t wake you up, did I?” Tidus smiles at me when I go help him shut out the girls that swarm near the door like some strange sort of bee.
He knows I went to bed after I watched the post-game fireworks. I always do. I don’t say anything and look at him slowly. Jecht would kill me if he knew the thoughts I’ve been having about his son. He hated hearing what I did with Braska; wanting the same with his flesh and blood would be unthinkable.
“One of these days, you’re going to get sick from walking home dripping wet. What’ll the Abes do then?” I pour myself a small glass of sake so dozing off again is easier, and get one for him as well. “But I suppose I should make a toast. You’re going to play in the tournament finals next week.”
Tidus takes the glass after he sits across from me at the table, bright blue eyes lingering on me just long enough to make me uncomfortable. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he started drinking on the walk home. “Toast to what? I get to play in the game marking my old man’s disappearance. Can’t they just forget about him?”
I laugh quietly. He’s never going to change his thoughts about Jecht until he gets to meet the man. What’s left of him, that is. After thinking for a moment, I lift my glass and look at him. “Here’s to success and change. Even you can’t argue with that.” He barely moves his glass to acknowledge the toast, but drinks anyway.
“I had something that tasted a lot better before I left the stadium, old man.” He’s smiling when he says that, so I know he’s not criticizing my taste in alcohol, but that he really had been drinking earlier.
I stay seated, watching him stand up again, turn his back to me, and undress as if I weren’t even in the room. All that changing in the locker room must mean he’s used to people seeing him naked. Either that or he actually wants me to look at him. That second choice is unlikely, given his obvious fondness for women.
As hard as I try to look out at the ocean and the people celebrating on their houseboats, I keep getting drawn back to Tidus. Like all blitzers, he stays in good shape. Unlike all blitzers, he has no tan line visible once his pants fall and I get a good look at his backside. I don’t want to think indecent things about the teen; my mind simply does it anyway. And my mind has a lot of material to think about right now, with so much of him on display.
I don’t expect him to turn around while I’m still staring. He notices before I have a chance to look away and chuckles. “Never guessed you liked men, Auron,” he says and starts walking a little closer, still nude.
“Would it have made a difference if I had told you before tonight?” I draw in a slow breath when he gets near enough to touch, resisting the urge until I know where his train of thought is going.
One of his bare hands touches my cheek, very close to the long scar I earned trying to avenge Jecht and Braska. “Well, yeah. If I thought you did, I would have done this a lot sooner.” Tidus kisses me.
As much as I’ve thought about it happening, I’ve never entertained the notion that he might really do this to me. His hand lingers on my cheek while my better one rises to mirror the gesture. I want to take my time. He obviously doesn’t because he moves my hand between his legs once we pull back to breathe.
“I’m tired from the game, Auron. Just get me off and I promise I’ll do something for you tomorrow.” I bite back a groan, pull him into my lap so this is more comfortable, kiss his neck, and start to stroke him slowly. I don’t care if it’s the alcohol talking tonight or not. I’m not going to turn him down unless he pulls away willingly.
My lips work their way back to his once I’ve got a comfortable grip on his erection. It’s a little thicker than I’d imagined, but otherwise perfect. His eyes are open, looking right into mine through the kiss until I close mine to focus better on sensation. Nearly ten years of celibacy, but I haven’t forgotten what being with another man is like. I missed it more than I realized.
I keep stroking, slow but firmly, and suck on his tongue when he eases it into my house. Tidus arches his hips, gasps, and digs his nails into my shoulders. Pressing underneath the leaking head of his dick gets the same reaction, along with a whimpered request for more.
We stop kissing when he pulls away and starts panting and rocking into my hand. Part of my mind wants to bend him over the table and satisfy myself as well, but that’s not what he asked me to do. There will be other nights for sex.
He slides down further, now sitting very close to my own erection, and I have to shift my hand once more before I can speed up. Blond hair gets in my face, Tidus’s hips jerk sharply, and I hear him muttering my name as semen splatters on the front of my robe.
The boy’s nothing more than a pile of limp muscle in my arms post-orgasm. Silently, I lift him up, carry him over to his bed, lie him down, cover him with the thin blanket, and go to my own bed. Whether he returns the pleasure tomorrow or not, tonight was more than I could ever hope for.
duokinneas. Happy 18th birthday.This is an FFX fic, set shortly before the events of the game. Auron/Tidus...if that's not your thing, don't read.
Disclaimer: The Final Fantasy X characters belong to Square-Enix. I’m just borrowing Auron and Tidus to have a little fun with them.
A/N: This is a belated birthday present to Silent Bystander, beta and friend. It’s also my first FFX fic. If people like it, I may write more.
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I’m just about to fall asleep when he walks in. The crowd had sounded reasonable enough, but the door’s opening turns it into an ocean of sound. They’re all cheering the Abes, of course, and one player in particular.
“Evening, Auron. Didn’t wake you up, did I?” Tidus smiles at me when I go help him shut out the girls that swarm near the door like some strange sort of bee.
He knows I went to bed after I watched the post-game fireworks. I always do. I don’t say anything and look at him slowly. Jecht would kill me if he knew the thoughts I’ve been having about his son. He hated hearing what I did with Braska; wanting the same with his flesh and blood would be unthinkable.
“One of these days, you’re going to get sick from walking home dripping wet. What’ll the Abes do then?” I pour myself a small glass of sake so dozing off again is easier, and get one for him as well. “But I suppose I should make a toast. You’re going to play in the tournament finals next week.”
Tidus takes the glass after he sits across from me at the table, bright blue eyes lingering on me just long enough to make me uncomfortable. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he started drinking on the walk home. “Toast to what? I get to play in the game marking my old man’s disappearance. Can’t they just forget about him?”
I laugh quietly. He’s never going to change his thoughts about Jecht until he gets to meet the man. What’s left of him, that is. After thinking for a moment, I lift my glass and look at him. “Here’s to success and change. Even you can’t argue with that.” He barely moves his glass to acknowledge the toast, but drinks anyway.
“I had something that tasted a lot better before I left the stadium, old man.” He’s smiling when he says that, so I know he’s not criticizing my taste in alcohol, but that he really had been drinking earlier.
I stay seated, watching him stand up again, turn his back to me, and undress as if I weren’t even in the room. All that changing in the locker room must mean he’s used to people seeing him naked. Either that or he actually wants me to look at him. That second choice is unlikely, given his obvious fondness for women.
As hard as I try to look out at the ocean and the people celebrating on their houseboats, I keep getting drawn back to Tidus. Like all blitzers, he stays in good shape. Unlike all blitzers, he has no tan line visible once his pants fall and I get a good look at his backside. I don’t want to think indecent things about the teen; my mind simply does it anyway. And my mind has a lot of material to think about right now, with so much of him on display.
I don’t expect him to turn around while I’m still staring. He notices before I have a chance to look away and chuckles. “Never guessed you liked men, Auron,” he says and starts walking a little closer, still nude.
“Would it have made a difference if I had told you before tonight?” I draw in a slow breath when he gets near enough to touch, resisting the urge until I know where his train of thought is going.
One of his bare hands touches my cheek, very close to the long scar I earned trying to avenge Jecht and Braska. “Well, yeah. If I thought you did, I would have done this a lot sooner.” Tidus kisses me.
As much as I’ve thought about it happening, I’ve never entertained the notion that he might really do this to me. His hand lingers on my cheek while my better one rises to mirror the gesture. I want to take my time. He obviously doesn’t because he moves my hand between his legs once we pull back to breathe.
“I’m tired from the game, Auron. Just get me off and I promise I’ll do something for you tomorrow.” I bite back a groan, pull him into my lap so this is more comfortable, kiss his neck, and start to stroke him slowly. I don’t care if it’s the alcohol talking tonight or not. I’m not going to turn him down unless he pulls away willingly.
My lips work their way back to his once I’ve got a comfortable grip on his erection. It’s a little thicker than I’d imagined, but otherwise perfect. His eyes are open, looking right into mine through the kiss until I close mine to focus better on sensation. Nearly ten years of celibacy, but I haven’t forgotten what being with another man is like. I missed it more than I realized.
I keep stroking, slow but firmly, and suck on his tongue when he eases it into my house. Tidus arches his hips, gasps, and digs his nails into my shoulders. Pressing underneath the leaking head of his dick gets the same reaction, along with a whimpered request for more.
We stop kissing when he pulls away and starts panting and rocking into my hand. Part of my mind wants to bend him over the table and satisfy myself as well, but that’s not what he asked me to do. There will be other nights for sex.
He slides down further, now sitting very close to my own erection, and I have to shift my hand once more before I can speed up. Blond hair gets in my face, Tidus’s hips jerk sharply, and I hear him muttering my name as semen splatters on the front of my robe.
The boy’s nothing more than a pile of limp muscle in my arms post-orgasm. Silently, I lift him up, carry him over to his bed, lie him down, cover him with the thin blanket, and go to my own bed. Whether he returns the pleasure tomorrow or not, tonight was more than I could ever hope for.