Tseng woke up with tears on his cheeks.  He also woke up on top of his blankets, feeling cold and empty.

    For a moment he wondered why.

    Then he remembered.

    Reeve. Reeve had left in the middle of what was *supposed* to be mind blowing sex, and that was the end of that.

    He said he loves me, and I believe him. Here it is, my dream come true, Reeve *does* love me, and here I am...alone. With a sigh he sat up on his elbow, wondering if maybe it had all happened too fast.

    But really, he didn't know what to think.

    With a sigh he got up, ran a hand through his hair, and thought about what to do next. His heart ached, and he felt he needed to tell someone. Perhaps he could ease his suffering if he had a talk with someone.

    Bryatt, yes.  It would have to be him. He was always the one Tseng went to for help. He was his oldest friend, and there was no one's advice he trusted me.

    He had an hour or so before he had to drag himself to chem--and see Reeve, so he dressed quickly, trotting across the hall to the room Bryatt and Rufus shared, hoping they were both up. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a cranky Rufus.

    But that was too bad. Rufus, though obviously up for quite some time, was cranky nonetheless. He glared at Tseng. "What is it?"

    "Can I talk to Bryatt?" he asked nicely, unconsciously wringing his hands.

    "Bryatt's not here. He hasn't been back all night."

    "He's not there?" A few brief thoughts flickered through Tseng's mind, picturing the worst before the realization dawned on him and his eyes widened a little. "Bryatt got laid?"

    Oh, the irony.

    Bryatt joked that the only way he could get any was by practically whoring himself out. Tseng never had to put any effort into it. All the guys came after him.

    And now it was all but reversed.

    And for some reason, that really stung.

    "Whatever you want to call it," Rufus muttered in disgust, closing the door without a good-bye.

    Tseng sighed and started to head back to his own room, deciding not to interrupt Ben and Darren's morning cuddle.

    Then a door down the hall opened, and Tseng stopped to see.

    It was Bryatt, grinning and oblivious as he held his shirt over one shoulder, holding the edge of Rory's jeans with the other, pulling the obviously willing taller boy close. "You were right when you said your roommate wouldn't come back."

    Rory leaned closer, their lips hovering over one another's. "We would have woken him up this morning anyway."

    They then exchanged the hottest kiss Tseng had ever seen outside of a porn video.  He couldn't help standing there, staring, and wishing he had Reeve to kiss like that. He was stung again.

    "Promise me you'll fuck me again sometime," purred Bryatt, nipping at his lips once more before releasing him.

    "Anytime," Rory assured him, watching Bryatt walk away for a moment before reluctantly shutting the door.

    Bryatt took a few steps before he noticed Tseng. "Hey-- What's up, sweetheart?" Then he paused, and frowned, recognizing the other boy's glum expression. "What's the matter?"

    "You got laid?" Tseng said in surprise, brushing off his own problem for the moment.  He leaned against his door, giving the other boy a tiny smile.

    "Did I ever," grinned Bryatt, placing a hand on his hip with a cocky grin that faded quickly as he asked again what was wrong.

    Still, Tseng avoided it. "You never kissed me like that."

    Bryatt explained, "Because that was a 'I like you, but this is just sex' kiss. When I kiss you, it's 'I'm doing this because I love you'."

    Tseng's eyes filled with tears at the mention of those words. "Oh, I wish that was enough, Bryatt."

    The other boy was alarmed and quickly came over, embracing Tseng and letting his friend cry softly into his shoulder. "Tseng, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

    "Reeve. He told me loves me."

    Bryatt's eyes widened.  At first he wondered what could have possibly gone wrong with that, but then it dawned on him. He knew both Tseng and Reeve well enough.

    "He said he loves me, but then he ran away before we could have sex, even though he said he wanted to!!" he clung to Bryatt tighter. "What did I do wrong?"

    "You didn't do anything wrong," Bryatt soothed him, running a hand up and down the other boy's spine. "He was probably just scared."

    "Scared? Why?" Tseng looked up, using the back of one hand to wipe away his tears. He leaned back and rested his head against the door, meeting Bryatt's calm and comforting eyes.

    "Tseng, you remember when we had sex for the first time?" He hesitated a moment before taking one of his hands, lacing their fingers together. Tseng put up no resistance, and nodded meekly. "We were both virgins, and we both were scared because we both didn't know what to do."

  Oh god, thought Tseng. That has to be it. How fucking insensitive can I be? "Oh god, I didn't realize..."

    "Of course you didn't. It's okay. It's been a long time since you were in his shoes."

    Tseng could remember being a scared fifteen year old once as he and Bryatt undressed one another cautiously. They had talked about it for awhile, and they were finally going through with it. They both wanted it, wanted it terribly, but the insecurities remained.

    "I--We didn't even talk about it," he babbled, feeling foolish. "I just dragged him back to the room and got ready to fuck." A hand went to his head. "I wanted him so bad that I--"

    "Tseng--" Bryatt grabbed that hand and kissed it affectionately. "Tonight everything will work out for you. Just...put yourself in his place. Again. He's never been with a guy before, and I don't think he's been with too many girls."

    Tseng nodded, and then patted his friend on the shoulder in gratitude. "Thanks, Bry."

    "I love you." Bryatt kissed his hand again, locking eyes with him. "Be happy for me."

    Before another word could pass between them, the door besides them opened, and out came Ben and Darren, towels around their waists, assorted shower items like shampoo and shower gel in hand. They took notice of Tseng and Bryatt right away, and stopped to smile at them.

    "Good morning," Ben greeted them.

    "Damn straight it is," Bryatt agreed with a grin. "I got laid."

    "Congratulations," Darren verbally applauded while Ben raised an eyebrow as an inquiry. "Do we have a boyfriend now?"

    "No... We have found a fellow gay guy whose heart belongs to someone else, but who is still looking for a hot fuck." He grinned, backing up to his own dorm. "Just what I'm looking for."

    The couple chuckled and shook their heads. Ben then turned to Tseng. "What about you? And where's Reeve?"

    "That's up for discussion later." Tseng shrugged and crossed his arms. "Stay tuned."

    Ben squinted. "Have you been crying?"

    Before he could answer, footsteps down the hallway took everyone's attention. For a moment Tseng hoped it would be Reeve, but it was only Sephiroth, car keys in hand--

    And wearing the same clothes he had worn to the party.

    They stared at him, and he stared right back.

    "And where have *we* been?" Bryatt asked, looking him over.

    "None of your business," he answered coolly. Then, pointing a stern finger to Ben and Darren he said, "And if you two are going to have sex in the shower, at least do it quietly."

    "We are quiet," Darren insisted, wrapping an arm around his lover's waist.

    "Besides," Ben added with a smile, "We don't have sex. We make love."

    Sephiroth smiled. A rarity. "Call it what you want. But I hope you buy your shower gel in bulk." That was the last he said before going into his room.

    "If you're going to have sex in the shower, can I come too?" Bryatt chuckled.

    "Make *love*," Ben insisted.

    "I was gonna hit the shower too, actually." Bryatt was serious as he turned the handle on his door. "Coming, Tseng?"

    "No, I have to do it after class." He sighed. "Damn chem."

    "Keep your chin up."

    Tseng couldn't help smiling at his friend as he ducked into his room to get his stuff.

    She sat up, wondering vaguely whether or not he went back to Tseng. Last night he had told her of his fear. Lark didn't blame him. Sex could be scary, and she knew Reeve hadn't slept with many girls before.

    She hadn't slept with him. But that had nothing to do with their relationship.

    Her advice was to go talk to Bryatt. He always seemed to know what to do. Unless you knew him well, you would never know it, but he was really wiser than his years.

    Lark got up reluctantly and grabbed her shower stuff, knowing that the bathroom would be full. But at times like this, she could always hop in the shower with a guy. Not by any means a heterosexual guy, no way, she wasn't that much of a slut. But she took showers with Tseng and Bryatt and Sephiroth all the time. And she had had her share of interesting moments.

    She remembered vaguely how one time, while in the shower with Bryatt, he had struggled futilely against getting an erection as they both overheard Ben and Darren having sex in the stall next to them. She laughed a little now, remembering how he had banged on the wall, one hand cupped between his legs, yelling at them to get a real room.

    It wasn't a naked man she was scared of.

    Just as she had predicted, every shower stall was taken. She noted with a bit of amusement that Darren and Ben were here, and Bryatt besides them. Lark could tell by the towels hanging on the hooks outside. Sephiroth was there as well, and, hanging up her own towel , she pulled back the curtain and stepped in.

    She caught him in the middle of jerking off.

    "Christ, woman!" he exclaimed as she drew the curtain back across. "Can't you give any indication you're coming in?"

    "Sorry. Don't stop on my account." She grinned at him.

    His hand remained where it was, and, with a sigh, leaned back against the tiled wall. "You know, you are such a--"

    "I know, I know," she cut him off with a grin.

    Sephiroth always made a fuss about it. As if she cared or was weirded out by a guy masturbating.

    Tseng did it every time he was in the shower. "I can't help it," he explained as she turned her back, which she *always* did out of some shred of politeness. "I  don't want to leave it when I don't have to."

    Bryatt tried not too, but often failed.  "Would you mind turning around?" He'd asked, eyes sparkling. "My friend between my legs has a pressing matter to discuss with me." He always said that, and she always laughed.

    Sephiroth was a rarity. But hell, he was only human too. With a grumbled he turned his back to her, and she couldn't help but smile.

    "I take it your lust and love for Vincent wasn't completely quenched last night." She reached for the shampoo, and squirted it onto her palm.

    "It never is," he sighed, bracing one hand on the wall. "Ah--God-- Just a second."

    Lark blushed a little as she massaged the shampoo into her scalp. Once Sephiroth was finished, he let the water wash away the evidence and he turned around again.

    "All better?" she grinned at him.

    Grabbing the bottle of shampoo he said , "Last night was wonderful. I didn't want to leave him."

    "Of course you didn't."

    "One and half more years." He applied the shampoo to his own head as Lark let the water run through her hair. "Then my father can go fuck himself and I can move in with Vincent."

    "It'll go fast," Lark promised.

    He sighed and remarked that it had better.

    They showered the remainder in silence. The bathroom itself was void of any conversation. Only the hum of running water and some very faint moaning that caused Sephiroth to grumble.

    As Sephiroth went to wash his hair for a third time, Lark promised to see him later and stepped out, wrapping her towel around her body and going to the sink to wring her hair out. Bryatt was there, combing his own hair. She greeted him cheerfully.

    "Hey, what's up?" he asked, carefully forming his part.

    "Not much. Have you seen Reeve today?" Having thick hair was sometimes a terrible thing. It took forever to get the water out.

    "No." He looked at her. "Have you?"

    She looked back. "You know?"

    "Tseng told me. You know?"

    "Reeve told *me*." She paused for a moment. "Is Tseng really upset?"

    "He was," Bryatt shrugged. "He's okay though. He understands."

    "Reeve felt terrible," she said softly, staring at the porcelain sink before her. "He really does love him."

    "I'm glad." Bryatt ran his fingers through his hair and nodded in approval. "It'll work out okay."

    "Yeah," she said, shaking the last of the water from her hair as she backed towards the door. "And don't be surprised if he comes and sees you later."

    Bryatt raised an eyebrow.

    He sat at their desk, nervously turning his pen in his hand. He was supposed to be taking notes, he knew that. But he just couldn't concentrate on writing.

    And it didn't help that Hojo had stared at him oddly in class again today during the roll. It also didn't help that Tseng's was the only name he remembered.

    But his mind was preoccupied with Reeve. Reeve never missed class. He even dragged himself when he didn't feel well. So why wasn't he showing up now?

    God, what did I do? Tseng thought with an unhappy sigh. I totally fucked up. What am I going to say to him...?

    To call a gay guy a slut is basically a compliment, and Tseng was a big slut. He couldn't help it. Guys loved him, and he loved sex. Bryatt had had a fair amount of partners, and Darren and Ben had never had anyone but one another. Then there was Reeve.

    "I've had sex three times, with three different girls," he had told Tseng after the other boy had inquired shortly after they first met. " The first time I did it because I had the opportunity to and I didn't want to be known as the only loser to never get laid, the second time I was a little drunk and the girl was very pushy, and the last time was at this graduation party, and this slutty girl insisted that we should use our closet time during '7 minutes in heaven' in the 'best way possible'." He had shrugged. "I didn't think it was all that great, mostly because I didn't care about the people I was with very much. And you can hardly call me experienced. I barely knew what I was doing." Then he had laughed.

    How could I have been so stupid? Tseng buried his head in his hands. He barely knows what he's doing with *girls*, and there I am expecting him to know what to do with a *guy*. Jesus, maybe when other people want you to teach them how to fuck, that's when you're supposed to realize you've had way too much sex for your age.

    But was that a bad thing?

    The Professor cleared his throat loudly, and Tseng snapped his head up, embarrassed to see Hojo staring at him.

    He was also a little scared.

    Blushing furiously as his heart rate picked up in fear, Tseng quickly began to scribble down notes. I love you, Reeve, he thought as he neatly wrote T.T Loves R.L in the margins. I don't care how many people you've been with.

    The door was opened by Rufus, blonde hair contrasted by his black outfit. "What is it?" His asked dully, blue eyes narrowing slightly.

    "Um, is Bryatt in?" He was still wringing his hands.

    Rufus swung the door open more fully and Reeve could see Bryatt in the back, turned around in his chair and putting down some kind of book. "Hi, Reeve."

    "Um, can we talk?" He was still extremely nervous.

    "Sure." He stood and completely ignored Rufus as he came to the door. "I think I know what this is about." He smiled flatly.

    Reeve grew even more nervous. "Yeah, uh, we need to talk in...private."

    The other boy nodded and turned to his roommate. "Rufus, this is important. Could you do me a favor for once and go somewhere else for an hour or two?"

    Rufus sighed as though it was the biggest possible task in the universe, picked up two books and gave both of them a nasty look as he left quite dramatically, slamming the door shut behind him.

    "At least he left," Bryatt said. Then his blue eyes were on Reeve. "Tseng told me what happened. Now maybe *you* can tell me what happened."

    Reeve sighed, feeling like a fool. "I told him I loved him, and I do, I really *really* do. It wasn't just a ploy to get him to sleep with me."

    "I could see that--considering you ran out before you could have sex!" He crossed his arms. "So, I'm listening."

    "It's not that I didn't want him," Reeve insisted. "I do. Very, *very* badly. It's just... I know he's been with a lot of people...and I...I've never...you know, been with a guy." He blushed slightly, turning away. "I didn't want to make a fool out of myself and do something wrong and not...you know...satisfy him."

    "Reeve, how many girls have you been with?"

    "Um...not many."

    "Just tell me. I'm not going to laugh at you."

    "Okay, three."

    "Wow."

    Reeve put a hand to his head. "I know, I know."

    "No, it's okay," Bryatt assured him. "It's just that...yeah...Tseng has slept with a lot of people."

    "I know! That's why I got scared!"

    Bryatt crossed his arms and gave him a look. "Reeve, if you love someone, shouldn't you be open enough to talk about sex? Tseng wouldn't laugh at you. And I think you know that."

    "It's just...I know what to do...but just the same I don't. I know how it works, and I know you're right, but I just, I just want to do it right." His green eyes were practically pleading.

    Bryatt asked, "Reeve, have you ever been in love before?"

    Reeve shook his head no.

    So he sighed and said, "Fine. Since you're totally new to this, I'll help you. But you have to tell Tseng you talked to me. Deal?" He held a finger up sternly.

    Reeve nodded. "Sure. Just help me."

    "All right, sit down." The two of them sat on Bryatt's bed and he very seriously turned to the dark haired boy. "Okay, Reeve, I've never slept with a woman, but I can still tell you that being with a guy is *very* different from being with a woman. I know you know how the plumbing works, so first I'll entertain your questions, and then I'll give you some pointers. Deal?"

    Reeve nodded silently.

    "And tonight you will have mind blowing passionate sex with him." Bryatt smiled. "So, what first?"

    Reeve licked his lips. Boy, this feels weird. "Okay, well, um, how do you decide who does what?"

    "Well there's no set rule for it," Bryatt explained. "Some guys always like to be on top, and some guys mostly like to stay on the bottom. Then there are the types who switch off." He widened his eyes a little as he asked for an indication from Reeve. "I assume you want to know what Tseng likes?"

    He nodded.

    "Okay, well, Tseng likes to be on the bottom. Not that he won't do it the other way, but...to put it quite simply: he loves to be fucked. I mean he even *loves* to be tied up."

    Reeve's emerald eyes widened slightly.

    Bryatt laughed. "You won't have to worry about that yet. He likes to ride his lovers too--I think that might be a good idea for you to start off with. Get him onto your lap, that way you can thrust into him and he can ride you."

    Reeve could feel himself blushing, and he was unable to say anything.

    "Stop being embarrassed!" Bryatt scolded him, laughing despite himself.

    "Sorry," Reeve apologized, shaking his head to clear it. Okay, now what? "Then what?"

    "Well you could change positions--get him on his back with his legs over your shoulders and you can enter him that way. Obviously, you're going to need lube and a condom for all this--Tseng has plenty, don't worry about that."

    Reeve sighed, "God, he is experienced..."

    "Yeah, but he loves you, Reeve. Trust me, this is going to be the best sex of his life--just because it's with you."

    "Really?" Reeve's eyes widened hopefully.

    "Yeah. You make him so happy, Reeve, and I want to see him happy. That's all I want." A small smile crossed his lips.

    "Thanks, Bryatt. I appreciate you helping me *so* much," he said sincerely.

    "No problem. What else?"

    "Um.." he was thoughtful a minute. "What about oral sex?"

    "Optional," Bryatt said. "And it's nothing to worry about. Just do to him what you like done to you. Same with a hand job. That's what's great about sleeping with men--they like what you like!"

    Reeve laughed, shaking his head and feeling like a fool for being so scared in the first place. "Yeah, you're right. I feel like an idiot for getting so scared about this."

    "Don't worry about it," Bryatt assured him. "It's understandable. It's new territory." He paused, and gave the other boy a sly look. "How long have you been attracted to guys?"

    "Since high school," he admitted with a sigh. "I just...you know, try to force myself otherwise. But...with Tseng...I couldn't."

    Bryatt nodded. "I see. Well, my friend, better late than never. Is there anything else?"

    "Yeah...after I...you know...I'd like it if he...did it to me too..." he could feel himself blushing again.

    "Just tell him," Bryatt said simply. "He most certainly will."

    Reeve nodded. "Okay. Wow. I feel a lot better now."

    "Want some final tips?" Bryatt grinned.

    Again, he nodded. "Definitely."

    "Okay, well, I told you he loves to be restrained--you might  want to work that in a bit, but save the handcuffs for another time." He gave raised his eyebrows before continuing. "He likes to talk dirty too, but you might want to save that for handcuff night."

    "Oh, god I wouldn't even know what to say!" Reeve exclaimed, his cheeks turning more scarlet.

    "Oh right, you've never seen any gay porn." Laughing, he added, "We'll have to have a crash course in that later."

    "Oh god." Reeve buried his head in his hands. "Okay. Yes. What else?"

    "Put some music on--something nice and romantic. He'll love that, trust me. And..." he trailed off, thinking a moment, "most of all, be yourself!"

    Reeve drew a breath that was shaky but stable. "Wow. Okay. I can do this." He smiled at Bryatt. "You saved my ass, man."

    "And Tseng gets your ass," Bryatt chuckled, standing. "You're welcome, Reeve."

    The other boy stood and hugged his impromptu sex teacher. Bryatt was surprised, but gladly returned the small gesture of affection. Then Reeve shot him one more smile, before taking the door handle and making his exit.

    Once he was alone again, Bryatt exhaled a breath, and fell back on his bed, feeling strangely at peace.

    "Hm." He got up, and reached for his pants.

    "What is it?" the other blonde sat up on an elbow, observing the other boy as he dressed. "I missed you, you know."

    "Just make sure no one finds out." He slipped on his designer shirt, smoothing his hair and flicking it back once the garment was on.

    "No one will," he was promised. "You know I love you, Rufus."

    Rufus glanced at himself in Cloud's mirror, giving himself a dead expression. "I'm one on your list."

    "Oh stop it."

    "I have to go to class." He headed for the door, gladly reaching for the handle.

    "I'll call you tomorrow," Cloud promised.

    Rufus just left, heading back to his own room and hoping that Bryatt was done talking. His ass still hurt. He and Cloud had been having sex for months, and it still hurt, and he the action.

    Even if Cloud did love him...

    Rufus pushed his thoughts aside as he was reminded that he wasn't gay.

    And his timing couldn't have been better. The moment the whole thing was done rewinding, the door to their open and Tseng came in quietly, shutting the door gently behind him.

    "Hi."

    "Hi." Reeve turned to look at him over his shoulder as he pressed the play button on the tape deck. The song 'In the Still of the Night', one of his favorites, filled the room. "I need to talk to you."

    Tseng seemed shocked by the music. "Reeve?" he said questioningly, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear.

    The green eyed boy had gone to sit down on Tseng's bed, and he patted the spot besides him, and waited as the smaller boy sat besides him. "I owe you an explanation."

    "Oh... It's okay..." But Tseng wasn't looking at him.

    "No, it's not." Reeve reached out and took his friend's hand in own, a move which caused the other boy to look at him in shock. "I love you. I really do. It's just that... I love you so much, that I was scared of...you know...making a fool out of myself during sex. That's why...I ran off."

    "Oh, Reeve," he sighed. "I know, I'm a slut--"

    "You are not!" Reeve protested.

    "I've been with a lot of people," he insisted, "But you would never make a fool out of yourself. I love you."

    "I have to admit I had a talk with Bryatt," he said, bringing his hand to his mouth and kissing it passionately. "So I would...know what to do...I just...this is new to me."

    "It's okay, Reeve." Tseng reached out, taking Reeve's other hand tightly in his. "You could have asked me."

    "I know that now," he admitted. "I just...wanted to make you feel good."

    "Just looking at you makes me feel good," he whispered, leaning closer. "Reeve..."

    "What?" he whispered, tingling at the feeling of Tseng's breath on his lips.

    "I want you *so* much..." His hands went to the taller boy's waist as he pushed him back, onto the bed.

    "I want you more," Reeve replied, hardening already at the feel of Tseng against him. "I love you."

    "I love you too." He ran a hand through Reeve's hair, leaning even closer as he whispered, "How do you want to do this?"

    "Me on top?" he suggested, almost breathlessly. "Then switching things around?" Tseng kissed his lips quickly, and he shuddered, sighing, "I want you inside me *so* much."

    "Done." Then his mouth was again covered by his lips.

    Their lips were passionate yet insistent as their tongues tangled together, neither fighting for dominance as they just enjoyed the sensation of kissing one another. They concentrated on simple kissing for quite awhile, enjoying it immensely. They were moaning softly and grinding against one another, their arousels meeting and triggering even louder noises.

    "Mmm... I love foreplay," Tseng mumbled, as he kissed down Reeve's throat. "And I love you." He sat up again, dragging Reeve with him and putting their lips together, hard. Then he climbed over his friend so he was sitting against the wall and Reeve was facing him. Reeve was a bit frozen for a moment as Tseng lifted his T-shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground. Contented hands then roamed the expanse of revealed skin. "You'll tell me if you don't like something, right?" he leaned in to lap at the juncture of neck and shoulder.

    "Oh, I like anything..." the words were accompanied by a shuddered sigh as he leaned his head back and tangled his hands in long, silky strands of black hair.

    Tseng reveled in every moan, sigh, gasp and whimper that escaped his friend's lips as he coated his chest with his lips and tongue. He took a nipple between his lips, sucking softly, then harder, hearing a cry that prompted him to lick at it like ice cream, his hands resting just inside the top of his pants. He then moved to the next one and repeated the same process, hearing Reeve moan consistently in pleasure.

    "Oh god," sighed Reeve, eyes squeezing shut. "God, that feels *so* good..."

    "I'm told I'm good with my mouth," Tseng said, looking up with a seductive little look.

    "And it's mine now," Reeve murmured, running a finger over his lower lip. "I love you."

    "Love you too." He reached up, cupping the emerald eyed boy's face in his hands as he kissed him again quite insistently.

    As they drew apart, Reeve took charge and started kissing down Tseng's neck, sucking at his skin. Tseng moaned lightly, bending his head back for better access. Then his own shirt was lifted over his head. Reeve marked the creamy white skin as he went ever downward. Tseng buried his fingers in Reeve's short black hair, massaging the scalp gently as he moaned encouragingly to him.

    "Oh... Oh, yes, Reeve... Mark me... God," he moaned, arching to the touch of Reeve's lips on his chest. "I want to be yours."

    Reeve took a nipple between his teeth and sucked and bit at the nub of flesh, bringing it to a point as Tseng mewled softly, pulling at his lover's hair. Reeve then moved to the next one and repeated the process, just as Tseng had done to him. His lips then ventured further, and he ran his fingers over Tseng's sculpted abdomen as he kissed it. "Oh, gods," he said between licks and kisses. "You're so beautiful." His hands worked the button and zipper of his jeans. He paid much attention to his abs and navel area, lapping at it with his tongue.

    "You're beautiful, Reeve," he gasped, lifting his hips as his jeans were slid over his hips and dropped to the floor. "God..."

    Reeve ran his hands over Tseng's chest as he reached up and claimed his lips again, gentler this time, more passionate as they seemed to completely lose themselves in their kiss, as if nothing existed outside of the two of them. Their hands wound around one another's necks as they kissed more carefully, more respectfully, and it was not about hormones at all for a moment--it was completely about love.

    They drew away breathlessly, panting softly as they rested their foreheads against one another's.

    "Oh..." sighed Tseng, his eyes still shut.

    Reeve pressed their lips together once more, then wordlessly he put a hand on Tseng's thigh, gently rubbing up and down.

    The smaller boy reached for the fly of Reeve's own jeans, unfastening them and together they pushed them off his body and onto the floor. Then they were left only in their underwear, clad only in boxer briefs.

    Tseng's hand wandered, and he cupped a hand over Reeve's obvious arousel, causing him to moan. The taller boy got to his knees, bringing Tseng up with him and they came together, pressing their bodies together and consequently forcing their erections up against one another's. A mutual moan escaped both their throats at the contact and they pressed harder against one another with more insistently. Their hands roamed over one another's bodies, gliding over every last available inch. Once they were parted at the lips once more, they simply began placing frantic kisses wherever they could reach.

    "I want you *now*," Reeve moaned, crashing their hips together once more.

    Tseng moaned loudly as he moved one hand from Reeve's ass long enough to reach into the bedside table drawer and pull it open roughly, knocking some items onto the floor in the rush. He pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant as a second nature, his lips still focused on Reeve's body. The items in hand, he pressed the condom into Reeve's hand and kept the tube for himself.

    "Get ready."

   That was all the encouragement Reeve needed. He gave Tseng one last kiss before he stood, quickly stripping himself of his underwear and putting on the condom. Tseng, in the meanwhile, shed his own underwear and reached back, spreading lubricant on his own entrance and moaning softly as eyes blinked shut, lost in the pleasure of the finger sliding in and out of his body. Reeve watched a moment, trying not to come at the sight of his lover preparing himself.

    "Ugh...there.." Tseng looked up, holding his arms out. "Reeve..."

    In a minute Reeve was sitting on the bed again, and Tseng straddled him, his entrance pressed against the head of Reeve's shaft. Both trembled in anticipation.

    "I love you," Reeve whispered.

    Tseng moaned quietly as his eyelashes fluttered closed, impaling himself on Reeve's width. The taller boy moaned, rocking his hips back as his lover held onto him as tightly as was possible without hurting him. "Ah...Reeve...I love you too."

    He clutched onto Tseng, trying in vain to control his breath a moment as he wondered if anything was supposed to feel as good as this. "God, you're...tight..." he forced out haltingly

    Tseng leaned close, and brushed their lips together. "You feel so good, Reeve." With those words he moved his hips forward, drawing a load moan from his partner.

    The taller boy took it as a cue and he started thrusting into his friend, slowly at first before he built speed. He held Tseng tight around the waist, as Tseng held his shoulders tight, digging into the skin. The smaller boy's eyes were closed, his lips parted as his head was leaned back slightly, mewls escaping his throat at almost an inaudible pitch as he was fucked. Reeve moaned and occasionally grunted with each thrust harder than the last. He observed how Tseng looked in ecstasy, and found he was breathless at his true beauty.

    "Aah!" Tseng cried out sharply, as he hungrily met Reeve's thrusts, griping onto him even tighter. Reeve took this as an indication he was doing something right and thrust into the same direction, loving the whimpers and soft cries escaping his lover's throat. "Oh...*god*..." Tseng threw back his head and moaned, "H-harder!"

    Reeve happily complied, slamming himself into Tseng almost hard enough to hurt. Having him so completely was almost impossibly wonderful. He had wanted it so long and now he *had* it. There were tears in his eyes the emotion was so strong.

    Tseng had tears in his eyes too, and he didn't need Reeve to  touch his own shaft at all. The organ was dripping creamy precum onto both their sweat slicked bodies. Sex had never been so good, as every time Reeve thrust into him he felt more and more complete. The passion was flowing through his veins and he knew that all he wanted for the rest of his life, that all he needed was *Reeve*. "Oh, REEVE!"

    "Aah!" Reeve gasped, clutching Tseng more closely to him. He placed some frantic kisses on his neck, shoulders and face, eager to get as much of him as possible. The heat and tightness was incredible, and he knew he had never wanted, nor would ever want anyone else. "God--!" Reeve buried his head in Tseng's shoulder as he made one final thrust and came with a loud moan.

    Tseng shuddered at the feel of Reeve's orgasm and held him tighter, arching his back with a whimper as he came with a strangled cry, shutting his eyes tight. His seed washed over the both of them before they collapsed, panting in the aftermath of their orgasms.

    For a minute or two their voices were silent as their breathing recovered. Reeve gathered the strength to remove his used condom and throw it away. Then he collapsed besides Tseng, and looked over at him. With a small smile, he commented, "That was okay, wasn't it?"

    Tseng smiled back, snuggling up to his lover. "It was *much* more than okay. More along the lines of beyond incredible." He wrapped his arms around Reeve and held him close. "I love you."

    "I love you too... I never felt so good in my *life*. I couldn't take my eyes off you..." he tenderly ran a hand through strands of long, black hair. "You're so beautiful."

    "Does this mean we're a couple now?" Tseng asked, batting his eyelashes with a grin.

    Reeve kissed his forehead and said, "Damn straight we are. I don't ever want anyone but you."

    "And I don't want anyone but you," Tseng assured him with a whisper, straddling him and starting to press kisses to his lips. "Reeve, can you go again?"

    Reeve was already half hard again. "Oh yeah. Just looking at you gives me an erection."

    Tseng's smiled widened. "Same thing happens when I look at you." He leaned in for another sweet kiss.

    "Mmmm... I want you..." Reeve sighed, putting his hands on the smaller boys shoulders.

    "Mmm...and you shall have me." Tseng broke away and looked around. "Where did that lubricant go?"

    They both sat up and Reeve managed to locate the tube while Tseng fished another condom out of the drawer, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth before tossing it aside and putting it on.

    "God, you look sexy when you do that," Reeve sighed, watching him.

    Tseng smiled and took the tube from his hand and opening it. "You're always sexy. Now are you ready?"

    Reeve nodded, licking his lips. "Uh huh."

    He got to his knees and faced Tseng, who squirted some of the lotion onto several of his fingers as he spread the substance over his digits. "I'm going to make sure and stretch you very well, okay, Reeve? I want to make sure this doesn't hurt you too much." Then he met the taller boy's eyes as he said, "But it will hurt at first, Reeve. No matter what I do. You sure about this?"

    "I want you," he said confidently.

    "All right, sweetie," he replied, nodding. "Turn around."

    He did so, drawing a breath. Tseng sought out his entrance and Reeve trembled as Tseng pressed a single finger up into him. "U-ugh!"

    "Okay?" Tseng asked considerately, rubbing a hand at the small of Reeve's back. "Reeve?"

    "Yeah... Don't stop," he panted.

    Tseng added another and Reeve arched his back, a strangled cry escaping his throat. "Reeve?"

    "Aah...more..."

    "Just one more," Tseng told him. And then he slid the last one into his friend's body.

    Reeve gasped. The pain wasn't so bad. Tseng started to stretch him, scissoring his fingers and sliding them in a out. Reeve moaned and pushed back onto the fingers. "God--"

    Tseng probed his entrance, looking for the source of pleasure inside Reeve. It was a minute or two before he located it, and Reeve reacted by letting out a startled yelp, arching his back.

    "Oh my--!!"

    Tseng leaned closer, whispering in his ear. "I want you *now*, Reeve."

    He leaned back. "Oh yes. Take me."

    "Turn around."

    Reeve did so, and Tseng quickly coated his condom in the lubricant, sitting back and gesturing for Reeve to sit on his lap. The taller boy positioned himself over the head of Tseng's shaft, drawing a deep breath as he did so. Tseng's hands griped him firmly at the waist, and his own hands circled around the smaller boy's neck.

    "Go slow," Tseng told him.

    Reeve pushed down fast, forcing Tseng's shaft inside him. He cried out loudly at the shooting pain soaring through his nerves and he grabbed desperately for Tseng and holding him tight, burying his head in his shoulder. "God..." he gasped, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore the pain.

    Tseng held him tightly, shaking at the sensation of Reeve fully seated on his shaft. "Oh, Reeve... I'm sorry it hurts so much." He kissed the side of his head and stroked his hair. "Relax, relax... It'll feel good soon."

    The pain had been so bad Reeve had tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Tseng had told him to go slow, but he had been unable to help himself. He wanted it so badly... "I'm scared," he whispered.

    "Scared of what?" Tseng asked, still massaging his back and trying to get him to relax.

    "This is so new to me...being open about this..." A tear slipped off his cheek and onto Tseng's shoulder. "I want to be like you... You don't care what other people say about you being..."

    "For every person that accepts gays there are two more who still are raging homophobes. And it hurts to be made fun of, and it hurts to be different, but we have to accept who we are. This is how I was born. I didn't *choose* to be gay, I just *am*. It's nothing I can control, and if I can't accept it, I just will be unhappy. And I don't want to live like that. People who can't accept us for the way God made us are hypocritical jerks. Don't let them scare you, Reeve."

    Reeve looked up, tears in his green eyes. "Make love to me."

    Tseng put their foreheads together. "I love you."

    "I love you too--don't leave me."

    "I won't." He started thrusting.

    And Reeve moaned and mewled as he was fucked. Tseng was mostly quiet, concentrating hard as he pounded into Reeve.

    "Aah! Ugh..." Reeve shut his eyes and held onto Tseng for dear life, the pain gone completely now, as all he felt was his complete and utter *want* and *need* to be taken fully by Tseng--to be possessed by him and no one else. "Oh--GOD! Oh god, just like that!"

    Tseng silently applauded himself for bringing Reeve such pleasure, and kept the same angle as he thrust deeper into him. "Ahhh... Yes...." he sighed.

    Reeve was moaning very loudly, slamming his hips against Tseng's and rubbing his cock against his lover's washboard stomach. "Oh my--Oh my *God*, Tseng!" And that was it for him.

    Tseng pounded into Reeve, throwing back his head as he felt Reeve's seed spill over his skin.  He then let himself go, and he leaned the taller boy back against the wall as they both panted in the aftermath.

    "Oh my *God*!" panted Reeve. "That was fucking *incredible*. I didn't think it was supposed to be that good!"

    Tseng smiled and rested his head on Reeve's chest, sighing contented as he felt Reeve's fingers stroke through his hair. "Give me ten minutes and we can start again."

    "How should we do it this time?"

    He looked up, grinning and running a hand over Reeve's chest. "So you can keep up, huh?"

    Reeve looked down and rested his forehead against his friends. "I'm not even close to being done."

    "Ooh..." Tseng practically purred. "Are you prepared to back that up?"

    "I am." And with that, he pounced on Tseng.

    Hojo sat behind his desk, looking up and speaking to someone.

    Vincent.

    Sephiroth stopped a stared a moment. A little surprised. He knew Vincent and his father were "friends" in the loosest sense possible, but something about seeing them together unsettled him.

    "Ah, Sephiroth. Come here."

    Careful not to look at Vincent, Sephiroth walked forward, his heart racing in spite of himself. "Yes, father?"

    "How are your classes going so far?" he asked, carefully watching as he copied something on a piece of paper before him. "You haven't spoken to me about them."

    "They're fine, sir. I find them enjoyable." He took a chance looking at Vincent, who gave him a quick seductive smile. Inside, Sephiroth melted, nearly smiling himself.

    "I understand you are taking a class with Vincent." Hojo looked up, setting his beady eyes, framed by wire rimmed glasses on his son.

    "Yes, sir," nodded Sephiroth, *very* careful not to look at Vincent now. "American history."

    "And what do you think of that?"

    "It is a lot of information to digest, father, but I should do fine."

    "I could always tutor him," Vincent innocently broke in, giving the silver haired boy a sideways glance.

    "That would be acceptable," Hojo agreed easily, stacking up his papers. You could meet right in here if you'd like, Sephiroth."

    "Thank you, father," Sephiroth answered, trying not to grin and dance around the room in joy. This seemed like it really would work perfectly after all.

    Hojo nodded, removing his glasses and placing them down on the desk to rub at his temples. "No need to thank me. I must be going then. Keep me adivsed, Sephiroth."

    "Yes, father."

    The two secret lovers watched as Hojo gathered his things, and then, saying good-bye, vacated his office, briefcase in hand. Neither moved an inch until Sephiroth watched his father's Lincoln Towncar pull safely out of the parking lot.

    "He's gone." He grinned.

    "We've done it, my angel." Vincent happily embraced him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Only one day, and I've missed you so."

    "I've missed you too," whispered Sephiroth, seeking another kiss that was easily granted. "Vincent, my love, let's go back to your house and 'study' a bit." His grin turned almost mischievous in nature.

    "I'm hardly qualified to teach human anatomy," joked Vincent, running a hand slowly through Sephiroth's long hair.

    "But quite," Sephiroth added logically, pulling him eagerly towards the door, "qualified to  work with it."

    Class was the one thing about school Zack didn't like. He liked the drinking and the parties and the sex.

    He also liked Cloud. A lot. And he hoped the wiry blonde would be all unpacked by the time he returned to their room.

    The hall was fairly noisy. Although the first few doors were closed, several were open. The new guys, Zidane and Rory had their door propped open. Yesterday during the party he only had a chance to talk to Zidane. Bryatt had hogged Rory the whole time.

    They were watching tv now, and Zack cheerfully waved to them as they passed. They returned the gesture just as enthusiastically.

    The door to Darren and Ben's room, surprisingly, was open. Their door was nearly always closed. Ben sat before his computer, reading glasses on, studying the screen intently. Darren laid on the bed, knees up, with one leg crossed over the other, a book in his lap, studying. Zack always marveled at people who studied when they didn't have to.

    Squall and Zell's room showed an open door, but only Zell was inside, hanging up some posters on his wall. Zack called out a hello and the petite blonde turned and returned the greeting, flashing him a grin.

    Nida and Seifer's door, as Sephiroth's Reeve and Tseng's,  and Bryatt and Rufus' had been, was closed.

    Reno, Irvine and Rude's room, as always, was open, music from Kid Rock blasting from the speakers. Rude sat at his computer, while Irvine and Reno sat ogling some magazine.

    Zack couldn't help grinning as he reached his own closed the door. He tried the handle and found it open, so he went in, dropping his books to the ground.

    Cloud sat on his bed, in his boxers, hands behind his head, large blue eyes looking innocently at the other boy as he entered.

    Zack grinned like a pleased cat. Now *this* was worth suffering through class for. "*Hey*!"

    Cloud smiled too and he got up, holding out his arms to embrace his friend in greeting. "Hey!"

    They hugged.

    Cloud slung his arms around Zack's neck.

    Zack grabbed his ass.

    The ever innocent blue eyes widened. "Uh...Zack?"

    The blonde was pulled closer, his hips coming tightly against the other boy's. The predatory smile hadn't left Zack's face. "I'm *so* glad to see you," he said, and, wasting no time, when Cloud didn't pull away, he pressed their lips together.

    Cloud kissed back.

    Then, as they eagerly began to feel each other up, the bed was awkwardly reached, clothes were disposed of, and Zack subconsciously thanked Tseng as he more than satisfied the experienced and not so innocent Cloud.

    "Hey."

    They all looked at her and for the first time Lark noticed Elena looked upset.

    "Hey, sis," said Shell, flipping a lock of dyed blonde hair over her shoulder.

    "Maybe Lark saw," Rinoa suggested.

    Elena looked increasingly upset.

    "Lark, we've been talking about the party yesterday, and I *swear* I saw Tseng kiss Reeve."

    Lark froze.

    "Yeah, is he gay?" Selphie cocked her head to one side.

    Lark fingered her keys nervously, not sure what she should say. Of course, she hoped the two boys had finally laid out their feelings and hooked up, but she hadn't seen anything herself. She had been too busy talking to Sephiroth.

    Before she could say anything, Shell put in, "But Lark went out with Reeve. How could he be gay?"

    "Yeah!" Elena put in desperately.

    Rinoa shrugged. "Maybe I'm wrong. The dance floor was really crowded."

    "I think I hear my phone ringing," Lark said hastily, unlocking her door and slamming it behind her.

    Of course, the phone wasn't ringing.

    But Lark would have to talk to Tseng later.

    "I'm so happy it's not fair," Tseng sighed.

    Reeve chuckled. "Me too. And I've decided, that I am counting this as the first time I ever had sex. Because those other times...... They were nothing."

    Tseng lifted his head a little, meeting the other boy's eyes. "Didn't you sleep with Lark?"

    Reeve shook his head and said shortly, "No."

    Tseng thought that was interesting, but said nothing. He always assumed they had, but had never asked. She was always around so many guys...

    But his thoughts were cut off as he heard Reeve's stomach grumble, and he laughed softly. "Hungry, Reeve?"

    With another chuckle, he ran a hand through Tseng's hair and commented, "I think I used up every once of energy on you." Kissing the top of his head once more he added, "And it was well worth it."

    The smaller boy sat up and kissed him before looking at the clock. "It's after six. Time for dinner, I would say."

    And as soon as the words left his lips someone knocked at the door.

    They grinned at each other.

    "Looks like someone has the same idea as you," Reeve commented, laughing some more.

    "I'm going to answer that," Tseng decided, getting out of bed and stretching.

    "Might want to put some clothes on... Or not," Reeve added quickly, enjoying the view.

    "Sorry, Reeve." He slipped back into his underwear and went to the door, knowing who it probably was.

    He was right. Standing before the door was Ben, Darren, Bryatt, and, as an added bonus, Rory.

    "Hey." Tseng smiled widely, leaning against the door frame to the left, so that everyone could get a full view of Reeve, laying in a bed that had obviously been used for passionate sex.

    Tseng smiled and glanced back at him briefly. Reeve waved, blushing adorably as he put his glasses on.

    Ben's jaw dropped.

    Darren's eyes widened.

    Bryatt grinned and gave Tseng a nudge.

    Rory just looked very interested.

    "Want to go to dinner?" Tseng said casually after exchanging a joyous look with Bryatt. "My boyfriend and I will join you as soon as we get dressed. We've been making love for the last few hours, so we're really hungry." Still grinning he closed the door on his group of friends.

    Ben and Darren both turned to look at Bryatt.

    "Did we miss something?"

    "That tends to happen when you're busy gazing into one another's eyes," kidded Bryatt.

    "So it did happen." Darren glanced over at Ben. "You were right."

    "What's all this?" Rory inquired, crossing his arms and looking to Bryatt.

    Very briefly, Bryatt explained the entire affair that had been going on for over a year between the pair, which ultimately led to the happiness that had just taken place behind the door...for several hours.

    "Wow, so it looks like there are such things as storybook ending," Rory commented. "I wish it would work out that way for me and Nate."

    Before coming over, Bryatt had taken the time to briefly introduce Rory to Ben and Darren. They had spoken briefly about their situation. No, they weren't dating. They were friends...with benefits. Bryatt, obviously, was in love with Tseng. Rory was in love with Nate, a straight boy back from his hometown.

    "You're not upset at all about him being in love with someone else?" Rory asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

    "No," he said sincerely. "Not at all."

    And everyone knew he meant it.

    "What is taking so long?" Ben grumbled, knocking on the door. "Let's go you two!"

    The door did open, finally, and Tseng and Reeve, both grinning and fully dressed, emerged, hand in hand.

    "Sorry," Tseng apologized, tugging lightly at the other boy's hand. "We got distracted."

    "Well, before you get distracted again, Rory, this is Tseng and his *boyfriend* Reeve. Tseng and Reeve, this is Rory, my friend with benefits."

    Rory chuckled. "I love that title." Smiling at the new couple he added, "Nice to meet you two. Bryatt managed to tell me a little about you when he wasn't begging for me to fuck him harder."

    Bryatt laughed, Darren and Reeve blushed, and Ben shook his head with a grin. Tseng, amused, thought it was great that Bryatt had apparently found someone whose wit matched his own. That was a rarity.

    "Nice to meet you too."

    "Well let's go, I'm *starving*," Ben insisted,  throwing an arm around Darren's shoulders.

    Reeve put in, "Me too."

    "Having sex for hours does that to a guy," Bryatt told him with a grin as he began to walk backwards down the hall.

    "Not that we would know." Rory grinned, shooting the shorter boy a crooked grin.

    Bryatt laughed.

    They all started to head for the cafeteria, but Reeve and Tseng hung back for a second, and with a sigh, Reeve quite reluctantly separated their hands.

    He said, "I'm sorry. I love you. But I can't do that yet."

    Tseng nodded. "I understand."

    Giving his lover's cheek a brief caress first, Reeve then started after the others, Tseng by his side.