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ALRIGHT!

I've been looking forward to this. I hope it's the same as last year. Guys, don't take this too personally, okay? It's pretty fun if you let yourself run with it! So who wants to play?

PS: Go away, Spike. You'll thank me later.

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[Pausing. G-Guh; Cloud presses an outstretched hand against the wall, hanging his head, but doesn't say anything.]

[Zack catches up to him, reaching out to grasp his shoulder. They shouldn't be leaving or hiding from each other! They can handle this!]

[Guess what, Zack? That was not a good thing to do. Cloud turns sharply, bats Zack's hand aside and grabs the front of his shirt, backing the taller man against the wall- not quite slamming. Stay there.]

[FFFFFFFFF STAYING THERE.]

[Breathing. Breathing is good.

It takes Cloud a second, but he slowly releases Zack and backs off to the opposite wall, slumping against it a bit and reaching up to clutch at his bangs.]

Edited 2009-02-14 09:47 (UTC)

[STILL STAYING THERE.]

...Holy shit, Spike. Holy. Shit.

...what? [Not looking at you, Zack.]

Now it's my turn. Don't give me that look.

I'm not looking at you now.

You know what I mean!

Sorry. [Zack is free to note how Cloud doesn't sound the least bit apologetic.]

[Zack is also free to make a sound that vaguely resembles a needy groan because damn that was too close for comfort.]

Damn it Zack, shut up.

I can't help it! Give me a break, okay, you're not the one who just got pinned to the damn wall!

You don't think I want to do it again? [SHUT UP CLOUD]

Well then why don't you!? [SHUT UP ZACK]

[Guess who's going to do it again, then?]

[HOLY SHIT SPIKE]

[Staring and hovering. Also breathing. Chin's tilted up, but with about eight inches difference that still isn't quite enough, so have some breath on your neck, Zack.]

[That... that feels nice. Very nice. You can keep doing that, please, because Zack's going to grasp at the back of your head, doing some panting of his own.]

Edited 2009-02-14 10:11 (UTC)

[Crap crap crap this is not self control. Cloud flexes his fingers against Zack's shoulders, his forehead falling against chin. Shit.]

Shit. Damn it. Damn it, Zack.

Nngh.

[He loosens his grip a bit. This is harder than he thought it would be.]

Ha... think we can still manage it...?

[Hm, apparently Cloud had started shaking sometime. Can't recall when. Too busy being turned on by his male best friend, this is so wrong.]

I...I dunno.

[~~So wrong yet so ri~~ Zack is torn, so he remains unmoving, breath hot against Cloud's neck. Their close proximity isn't helping his restraint in the slightest.]

Maybe I should go...

[NO!

Cloud locks his jaw for a moment before speaking.]

...if you think you should.

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