Day 6: Clothed getting off -Prompt by boomchickfanfiction-
The meeting felt like it was going on forever. Cloud had a feeling that this was because of the hand Sephiroth kept sneaking into his lap. The bastard’s facial expression never changed, but his hand had intermittently been stroking over Cloud’s inner thigh as they listened to the President ramble about brand loyalty and bootleg Soldier merchandise in the slums. Zack was sitting across the table, looking absolutely bored to tears. He kept lifting a hand as though to prop his head up, then forcing it back down. Cloud didn’t miss the way his friend kept glancing to the sword he usually wore on his back when he
pulled himself under control.
A few minutes ago, he’d had more attention to spare for Zack. That was before Sephiroth’s hand shifted off of his thigh, sliding to a more intimate location. Cloud’s eyes went wide, but he kept his mouth clenched shut and his hands crossed on the table. He knew a subtle shift away would be enough to give Sephiroth the hint. But if he was honest with himself, it was the only thing keeping him awake. He took a deep breath, fighting his natural blush response. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep his breathing steady. he twined his hands together on the table. He hoped it look natural. He wasn’t entirely sure what he usually did with his hands at these meetings, all of a sudden. He swallowed, his mouth dry.
It would have been harder to control himself if not for the constant drone of the president’s complaining. It was the best cure to arousal Cloud had found yet. Unfortunately, it was no match for Sephiroth’s deft, careful hands. Cloud was certain that Sephiroth had never removed his eyes from the president, but somehow he’d managed to unbutton the top of Cloud’s pants, sliding his hand inside. Cloud stared fixedly at the wall, fighting for control as Sephiroth massaged him through his underwear. He picked up the glass of water in front of him, taking a slow drink. He hoped his hands weren’t shaking enough for anyone to notice.
He barely stifled a gasp as Sephiroth gave him a gentle squeeze before carefully redoing his button over his suddenly very-obvious erection. Cloud held his breath, hoping that the president would continue his speech long enough for him to make a clean escape. He shot Sephiroth a dirty look out of the corner of his eye when he realized that the president was making closing statements. He hadn’t been paying attention. His boyfriend, on the other hand, appeared to have known all along. Sephiroth was smirking with a wicked light in his eye, even as he continued to watch the president as though hanging on his every word.
The meeting ended abruptly, and Cloud stared down at the table in mild horror. Sephiroth glanced over, and his wicked smirk faded. He dropped his paperwork in front of Cloud mildly.
“Strife, put those in order for me.” He said flippantly. “I have some things to take care of. You can deliver them to me later.”
“Y-yes sir!” cloud stammered, casting Sephiroth a look that he hoped came across as grateful.
Sephiroth glanced around the room for observers, then winked at Cloud. He mouthed something silently, then walked out of the room, the other people who had been invited parting before him. Cloud was reasonably certain he’d just seen Sephiroth mouth ‘bathroom.’
“Everything okay there, Spike?” Zack drawled as he sauntered around the table, ruffling Cloud’s hair.
Cloud scooted a little closer to the table, hiding his lap beneath the surface.
“Yeah,” he managed not to stutter this time. “Just gotta organize these before I go.”
“Uh huh,” Zack replied, shifting nonchalantly. He leaned down, appearing to look at the papers, to whisper in Cloud’s ear. “You realize Seph isn’t the only one in the room with enhanced senses, right?”
“Gods,” Cloud whispered. “I’m going to kill him.”
“I’m sure he’ll enjoy it,” Zack laughed in reply, patting his back. “Better get those in order quick, Spikey! You’ve got training with me in half an hour!”
“Yes sir,” Cloud called after him, only after glancing over at the people still in the room who might overhear.
He pretended to organize the papers. There was no reason to actually do so. Sephiroth’s notes were immaculate. And, in some places, interspersed with tiny, perfect circles, doodled one after another in little rows and lines and columns. Cloud paused, studying the sign of boredom. The rows were perfect. Every circle was the same size. How many of these meetings had Sephiroth gone through in mind-numbing boredom to have perfected his technique so much.
Part of him silently regretted signing up for a job that would make him privy to every one of the meetings Sephiroth attended. Student of Zack Fair and Personal Assistant of General Sephiroth looked really nice on a sheet of paper, but he was starting to wonder if it had been a terrible mistake.
Finally, the last of the secretaries and second-hand bureaucrats left the room. Cloud stood quickly, holding Sephiroth’s paperwork before him like a shield. Just in case there were inquisitive Turks waiting outside the door. He’d learned not to take anything for granted in recent days.
He walked down the blessedly empty hall, pausing outside the first bathroom he came to. It was one of many in the upper floors. All of them were personally sized and lavishly furnished. It was ridiculous. The bathrooms up here had nicer and more plentiful decorations than Cloud’s entire house had while he was growing up.
“Surely not,” he muttered to himself, staring at the closed door.
The moment the words left his mouth, the door opened, and Sephiroth dragged him inside. Cloud didn’t even have time to yelp in alarm before he was caught in a firm kiss, the paperwork pressed between their bodies as Sephiroth closed the door.
“You son of a bitch,” Cloud gasped when he pulled away. “You realized Zack noticed?”
Sephiroth shrugged. “He already knew. Now he knows just how much restraint both of us have.”
“I hate you,” Cloud gasped at him before tossing Sephiroth’s paperwork on the floor and drawing him into a deeper kiss.
Sephiroth gave an almost abandoned whimper at the sight of his paperwork being flung across the room, but he comforted himself quickly enough in Cloud’s kiss. He turned them swiftly, pressing Cloud against the wall. Their bodies pressed flush against each other, and Cloud rolled his hips, rubbing his aching erection against Sephiroth’s thigh. The General pressed back, and it became suddenly apparent that Cloud had not actually been the only one turned on in the meeting room.
"How the hell did you get out of the room with no one noticing?" Cloud gasped up at him, Sephiroth’s hardness pressed into his thigh as they undulated slowly together.
"Funny thing about being the silver General," Sephiroth purred. "No one bothers questioning why board meetings turn you on, even if they do look away from the hair long enough to notice."
Cloud growled at him. Sephiroth just pressed him a little harder against the wall, shifting until Cloud was almost sitting on his thigh, his balls and dick pressed hard against the solid muscle of Sephiroth’s leg. He caught his lover in a kiss that was part adoration part punishment. Sephiroth had the audacity to grin at him while Cloud bit his lips in annoyance and kissed him too long and too hard. He couldn’t keep up his aggression though. Not with Sephiroth’s hands on his sides and his smooth rocking motions as they got off against one another.
Cloud moaned as Sephiroth pressed hard against him, lowering his head to kiss Cloud’s neck and shoulders, even through the heavy fabric of his top. It made the touches scratchy and strange, and Cloud couldn’t get enough of the sensation. He gasped, feeling the edge approaching. He fumbled for his zipper, but Sephiroth’s hand was already there, massaging his erection through his pants.
He gasped for air, arching in Sephiroth’s hold. His feet were completely off the floor, his weight supported on his lover’s leg. His back bowed in pleasure, his head pressing lightly against the wall behind him as he came just from touching and kisses and the sheer vulgarity of what they’d done during the president’s meeting.
He felt Sephiroth go still and tense in his arms, and tugged on his hair tightly to encourage him over the bring. Sephiroth growled into his shirt, biting down lightly on the bundle of nerves connecting Cloud’s shoulder and neck as he came, muffling the sounds he made. Then he slowly set Cloud back down on his own two feet, both of them leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.
Cloud stroked Sephiroth’s hair smoothly, catching his breath and closing his eyes. For a long moment, they were still and content together. Then Cloud’s brows furrowed as he realized how very sticky he felt down south. He glanced down at himself, and stared in horror at the damp patch on the front of his pants. He shoved Sephiroth off him lightly, scowling at how the General still looked perfectly put together, even as he brushed his hair back into place, smirking wickedly.
“You son of a bitch!” cloud hit Sephiroth’s shoulder lightly. “Your pants don’t show the stain at all!!!”
“Oh dear,” Sephiroth Said mildly, looking at the damp patch on the front of Cloud’s standard-issue cotton pants. “How awkward for you.”
“You are going to my apartment and bringing me a new pair of pants right now.”
Sephiroth broke into a grin, ducking his head for just a moment. Amusement sparkled in his eyes.
“Yes sir,” he replied with mock formality. “While I’m gone, you can work on organizing my papers again, Cadet.”
“One of these days,” Cloud said, shaking his head. “I’m going to show you what it feels like.”
“Oh?” Sephiroth turned to look at him, blinking. His eyes traced over Cloud’s face and stance. Then his smile turned darker and more appreciative. “Yes. Maybe you can. I think I would enjoy that.”
“I…What?” Cloud responded, staring after him.
“Nothing,” Sephiroth replied. “I’ll be right back with your new pants, sir.”
He didn’t say it with any sarcasm at all this time, and Cloud was left staring at the bathroom door in absolute confusion. He shifted, stripping out of his cum-dampened pants before they could stick to him, and went about picking up the papers.
Then his mind caught up to what Sephiroth might have been implying, and he dropped them all over again.