Final Fantasy VIII: Betting Man

When Seifer failed to wake up after Irvine made all sorts of noise with the television, he decided he was tired of waiting and plopped down on the bed to shove at Seifer's hip.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

Seifer grunted from under the pillow, but didn't move. Irvine had a sneaking suspicion that he had been awake the entire time. He yanked the covers down, grinned at Seifer's ass and then laid a hand on it. "Come on now, it's gone ten in the morning. Should I be proud of my skills or apologizing to you for being too much for you to handle?"

Seifer turned fast, and Irvine didn't complain when he was hauled up by his arms and pinned to the bed. "Too much for me to handle?" Seifer's voice wasn't drowsy, so Irvine had been right. Seifer was still warm from the bed, and Irvine worked a leg between his, liking the heat.

"Well, nine hours of sleep is a bit excessive, if I do say so myself."

"We're not running on SeeD time, Kinneas." Seifer frowned down at him. "Last I checked you were on leave, this was a hotel, and it was your idea."

Irvine lifted his hips a little, and was pleased when Seifer's cheeks colored. "So far it's been a great idea, but I'm hungry and breakfast service is over." He shifted his wrists under Seifer's hands. It wasn't a tight hold at all, and it gave him an idea. Irvine laughed and said, "My vacation, right? So you should go get us breakfast."

Seifer raised an eyebrow. "Me? I'm not a servant."

"Would it help if I said please?" Irvine liked winding Seifer up when he could, and it was damn hard to do under the best of circumstances.

"No," Seifer said, lowering his head to kiss Irvine's jaw. "Not happening, and anyway, I just found something better to do."

Irvine turned his head to give Seifer access, debated for a minute. "Now, that's a great idea and all, but it doesn't help me even a little."

Seifer's free hand trailed down Irvine's side and hovered at his hip. "How's that my problem? I don't need to eat right now." He slipped his hand between them and wrapped it around Irvine's cock.

Irvine arched into it, and then it was a quick movement to put them back on equal ground as he rolled them both, tangling sheets around their legs. "Guess you've decided, already, then," he said, as he cupped Seifer's neck. "Never mind about the wager. You wouldn't have done it anyway, likely."

Seifer stilled his hand, and Irvine regretted that for a moment, but the expression on Seifer's face was priceless. "What?"

Irvine went straight down to take Seifer in hand. "I was just thinking that the person who comes first should be the one getting the food around here. That'd make it fair." He twisted his wrist, slid his mouth across Seifer's cheek. "But seeing as how my research says you'd lose—"

"Lose?" Seifer's tone was lazy, and it tickled Irvine down to the ground. "Oh, so you think you have more staying power?" Irvine let Seifer press closer, and the kiss he delivered was hard and fast. "You're on."

Irvine grinned as they both moved their hands and knew this bet was one he didn't mind losing at all.