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Life had long since become cyclical for Tidus.

He wakes up. He eats. He mulls around the house. He goes for a long swim. He comes back in, showers, heads to practice. He comes home. He swims again or practices on his own on the deck of his home by the water. He tucks back into bed again and sleeps.

The only upheavals in his painfully predictable life alone in his home come from games, the occasional night out with his team or an adoring fan and Auron's visits. He looks forward to them, no matter the context, because they tear up the heavy, grey blanket that has long since settled over him and smothered him slowly under its weight. He wants change. He wants a life without sunrises and sunsets he has to count down. Tidus wants tomorrows that come too soon and yesterdays that leave too late. He wants adventure, excitement, something to break this mold he has been shoved into as he cycles through his life in a house of ghosts and silence.

Practice never brings fatigue and coming home in the dimming light of dusk brings little hope of sleep when he hasn't worn out his reserves of energy just yet. It's not that he wants to sleep, that's just boring, but it would at least be a change of pace to get truly worn out and knocked to the ground by his own muscle aches. Nothing in this common rotation brings challenge for him anymore. It's likely why he lives for the thrill of games and the adrenaline that runs through him right before he submerges himself.

He pushes the door open and greets the quiet, emptiness of his house with a loud 'I'm home!' that seems to echo off of nothing and greet him in return. He crinkles his nose and tosses his bag of wet clothes from his practice across the room towards his couch.

"I can't think of a single thing I want to do tonight... No one even wanted to go out this time. This sucks."

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Auron looks down like he's looking for something before meeting his eyes, pushing his fingers beneath his waistband, and then abruptly taking his hands from his body and leaning away; he needs the room to get his own clothes off, helping like he was asked to only because Tidus already took back his request. With the fastenings untied, it's just a matter of pulling away the plates of hardened leather and setting them on the floor with the rest of his things.

The movement brings him close again, one hand palm-down over the flat space above Tidus's tailbone so that he doesn't lose his balance when he's forced to lean backwards to accommodate.

They're nearly even.

"Satisfied?"

There's a brief elation... then a drop as Auron's fingers shove under his waistband, sliding past sensitive skin, before pulling back. Well, at least he's doing his first request for him, but now he has an ache to be naked - not because he wants to be naked first, but because he wants to feel Auron pull off that last piece of clothing separating Auron from having no choice but to touch skin.

He'll settle for watching Auron strip away his armor for him, finally, and feeling his warm, bare chest press up against his own as he's nearly dipped over. The sensation stirs his stomach with fluttering and his arms drape around Auron's shoulders again, holding on tight.

"Yeah, for now."

It takes no convincing for him to go with the suggestion of Tidus's movement, arms circling around his waist; he pulls him in, so they're fitted chest to chest and stomach to stomach, where he can feel his breathing and the quick beating of his heart under his breastbone. Auron bows with the intention of returning his mouth to the side of his throat, but stops halfway to his destination, forehead weighing against his shoulder.

For now.

He doesn't have to ask how long it will last.

He expects the bite, anticipates it... but it doesn't come. Instead, the soft weigh of Auron's forehead settles on his shoulder. He can feel the frown lines of his forehead furrowed against his bare skin. He looks at him, almost concerned.

Did he really embarrass him this time? How can he be upset when they're pressed so close together? It's so warm... so nice.

Tidus lets his grip go gentle and lifts a hand up, resting a hand on the back of Auron's head before running it down the back of his neck, over the tie of his ponytail. He starts stroking his hair with a definitive fondness, tilting his head to rest his cheek against Auron's temple.

"It feels really good, Auron."

His shoulders shake with suppressed laughter, soft, and fond, and brief. He's laughing at himself, or he's finally rediscovered the humor in the situation. How long has he been in Zanarkand? How much longer is he going to be? Somehow he was envisioning a future where he wasn't needed any longer, or at least one where the needing was less — because any future is inevitably going to contain his absence — and then he's confronted abruptly on the deck of the houseboat that isn't his and his own grasp on the situation's slipped, just that much.

It wouldn't be the first time he was wrong.

"I know." Auron says, smile audible. But, like all of his smiles, there's a hollowness at its center. Something that he, even with all his practiced feigning, can't pretend away.

He squeezes Tidus's sides under his worn hands, feeling over the tract of all that bare, warm skin, without moving from where his hand's in his hair, gently placating. It's something he's trying to say without saying. He has enough experience with these things to know. He has enough experience with these things not to question it.

Instead, after the moment's gone on long enough, he curls his hands around Tidus's upper arms and pulls him along with him when he lies back.

Ah, now he's laughing. It's that laugh of his that's a little mocking, a little hollow. A laugh that holds no joy, but a laugh all the same. It means he's at least okay, not too rustled by Tidus. There's some variables here even HE isn't prepared for, so he's just a little bit wary.

Auron might not know it clearly, but Tidus needs him. Auron is all he has and all he will have for a while. He can't predict his future in Spira and the friends and family he will make there. He can only see what's in front of him and that narrow, close future is Auron and Auron only. Some passing faces, teammates that pat him on the back, he can't deny their existence, but Auron's the closest thing he has, as far as he can see. That's why he's here, grasping him greedily, holding onto a future with some comfort and light. A future where Tidus is important, not just Tidus the Blitzball Champ.

He feels the smile pressed against his skin and he pushes his cheek against his temple more firmly, half turned so his lips are brushed against his hair. His hands squeeze and Tidus sighs and sinks further into him, happy to have the mood return so quickly. He stays still and revels in being held so closely for as long as it lasts.

Then, Auron moves and grasps his arms. With no protest, he follows him down, settling on top of him. He slides up him enough to stay nose to nose with him, smiling with his eyes as he shares a gaze with him, just soaking in the moment.

Auron's grown accustomed to having very little; from the time he served in Bevelle to setting foot in Zanarkand, Sin receding behind him like a tidal wave in reverse, the most he's ever been able to call his own was a long pilgrimage gone too quickly. He should have been able to stop it. It should have ended on his terms. But that wasn't his part to play, and his story is not a story about absolution, recovery, or hard-earned second chances. Tidus's story is just beginning; it may never begin.

Ending or beginning, ended or never started; there might not be any perceptible difference between the two from where they're standing. Everything that's really his is untouchable. Not hidden away, protected, but as an apparition. Already gone.

Their noses bump when he kisses the corner of his mouth.

It's enough to be here. It's enough to be able to do anything. His hands find Tidus's hips again, then curve lower, pressing their bodies together from the hips down. A flush of heat uncurls from low in his stomach, spreading to his chest, his thighs, the tips of his fingers. He's been stingy with how he's been touching him. It comes from a contradiction that he still hasn't solved.

But he can move, regardless.

If Tidus knew how far from Auron's grasp he actually was, he might not have put him through this whole ordeal. As far as he knows, Auron's close at hand and so is he. They are close enough to kiss, to touch, to lay in each other for a while and enjoy it. If he knew, someday, they would slip through each other's fingers and fall from the hands that will come to grasp them both, he would never turn his cheek and lean, chuckling at their knocked noses and kissing him sweetly.

He would never. It would seem incredibly cruel.

A teenager can barely see past tomorrow and his immediate future lies in the way Auron's long arm skirt down his body and push his hips down under their weight. He can feel the way Auron's body tightens when their stomachs press taut together. He shifts his weight and rolls his hips down, grinding them together once at the hips. Auron still has his pants and he is still in his jammers, but they still feel closer now. Much closer than before.

Auron makes a sound of satisfaction at the drag of Tidus's weight over his hips, perhaps the first sign that he's enjoying this for what it is. Yielding to clever hands and a willing body. Two years, give or take, and they'll both be gone. If Auron knew that, he wouldn't have agreed to this either. But even with everything he's learned, he can't actually imagine any future that isn't more of the same burning sun rising over the flat sea and settling between impossibly tall, brightly-lit buildings.

Never-ending. Just because he escaped death, much the way the city itself did so long ago, doesn't mean that the same logic applies to him. But he has a choice while the city has none. Sometimes it almost seems as though he has more choices now than he had in life. And if that isn't miserable...

Auron raises his hips, lifting them both off the of bed with a creak, back bending in a strong, subtle arch. They persist in being clothed from the waist down, but there's not much left to hide. He squeezes his hands like he's suddenly remembered what Tidus told him to do, then ventures a step further, sneaking his fingers between parted thighs. His skin's so hot to the touch that the only evidence of the thin fabric is the weave of the thread he can feel under his fingertips.

The sound of Auron letting loose, just a bit, and enjoying himself feels better in his ears and on his spine than he thought. His skin crawls and he sighs, audible and pleased. Most of his partners are already eager. They grab at him and sigh and chatter. They are moaners and screamers and have nails that bite and dig in allbeit pleasant ways but they are not in any way holding back when their bodies meet. For them, it might very well be a one chance encounter and they need to take advantage of things and make the most of their night with someone they admire from a distance.

Auron's deliberate touches and the way he moves so slow and lax, like a large cat pawing at something with interest, covers him with a subtle warmth and pleasurable sensations that crawl down his nerves rather than jumping or spiking through him.

He hears the springs creak before he realizes their weight has lifted from the bed. That flash of teeth, it comes back when he realizes Auron has returned his action in kind. His hands have sneaked low, touched the sensitive skin resting between his thighs. He makes a sound in his throat, a near-rumble, and shifts himself up enough to push his weight down again, trying to copy the deliberate way Auron is attending to him, and slides their bodies together.

It's a little too easy, but it's meant to be, isn't it? Neither of them are very good at listening to their betters, but this kind of cooperative movement — the simplest kind of give and take — comes naturally, regardless of their unnatural circumstances or the unnatural happenstance that brought them both here. Auron's loathe to think about it, but when isn't he thinking about it? Even with the weight of another body on top of his...

That's why he's never sought the people in this city. One reason, anyway. It would do him little good.

Auron's neck bends with the rest of his body and he blinks his eye shut. There isn't enough room to reach between them, bodies folded flush together, so he works with his hands where they are; presses his palms up and down the tender insides of the thighs spread astride his hips, before lastly pulling at the fabric still clinging close to his skin. He stops once it's halfway off of his hips.

Tidus understands that if he's being touched, he should touch in return. This does come naturally between them, more naturally than their conversations, and it's easy to ebb and flow with Auron as he does with the tide. Tidus is a communicator and he speaks as much with his body as he does with his mouth, so he's always confident he's getting his message straight across. When he pushes his shoulders back, he knows Auron will let him sit up. When he rocks his hips again, he knows Auron will give more attention to his thighs.

With his body half-propped, parting from the warmth of him with some disappointment, he can see his chest. He's scarred even there. He's got hair on him where Tidus is smooth from upkeep. He can run his hands over it and feel the way it tickles his fingers. He responds with parted lips every time Auron's fingers dip a little lower and he runs his fingers a little harder over his chest in kind, brushing over his collar bone and sternum with just the tips of his nails. He wants his touches to be just as tender and planned. He's concentrating.

Even though they're cooperating — keeping up with each other — his eye flutters open when he feels the hands on his chest. Whatever he expected that movement to mean, it wasn't more attention angled in his direction. He would be fine without it. He could say this. But he knows, all the same, that that's not what this is about.

He knows Tidus isn't thinking ahead. They're not the kinds of people who do.

He's the kind of person who grabs his thighs where they're still under his hands to press his hips down while he pushes up smoothly with his own, still no more insistent, but his grip is getting tighter.

"Lift your hips."

Belatedly, he loosens his hands so he can.

Either way, Tidus gets exactly what he wants and groans as their bodies roll together again. Auron's hips are wider than his own and press so firm and full up against his own. He hopes he feels how hard he's gotten. He hopes he can tell how much he's enjoying even these slow, simple movements together.

But Tidus isn't thinking ahead and it's not until he's addressed that he stops pawing at Auron's chest and uses his palms to brace instead. He doesn't want his legs released, but he'll do it if it means Auron's planning to strip them both more bare. He lifts his hips up, strangely obedient, and laughs softly again.

"Who's giving orders now? .... Need any help with them?"

"It wasn't an order."

It could've been. But he doesn't have to listen to Auron, whatever his preference is. He doesn't address his offer for help. Instead, his hands go to his waistband, finally impatient enough to hook his thumbs beneath the elastic and peel it off without anymore half-measures, at least until his jammers get trapped around his thighs, spread legs impeding his progress. But he isn't covered anymore, and he tugs him down again, cock hot and heavy where it falls against his stomach.

One of his hands rests on his thigh, but the other strays back to his lithe waist, the bend of his knuckles dipping into his navel. It's deliberate when he keeps from touching him any lower, and he watches his face while he advances, brushing his bare hips instead, his tailbone.

Even though he's moved, Tidus's weight is still bearing down on his hips. The proof that this isn't one-sided is trapped underneath the curve of his ass. He's only surprised he hasn't said anything about it yet.

He's fine with that. Which, of course, means that it won't last.

It's hard to stay still when his last bit of clothing is finally being dragged off his hips, but he manages to keep himself steady. He looks down, watching his jammers slip down as far as his thighs and catch where their bodies meet. Hands reach behind him again and push their bodies back together. He shudders as his cock lands on Auron's warm stomach. This is as skin to skin as they've been so far. His heart is pounding in his ears, suddenly far more excited than he had been a moment ago.

That stillness fades away as Auron's hands crawl over him again, almost coy in their placement just inches from his most sensitive spots. His stomach tightens under the firm knuckles pressing against his belly and his back curves as his fingertips brush against his tailbone. He lets his hips rock down and, with his body nearly bare now, he really takes note of the bulge of flesh pushing up against his ass, still hidden away in Auron's pants.

He looks downright puckish as he glances up at Auron and slides one palm down to the hem of his pants, tugging it.

"I can feel it, you know? You like looking at me this way?" he asks, tone playful and smooth as he pushes his weight down against him again and lets out a soft moan.

"It's pretty big. I can tell... you can let it out, if you want. I wanna see it. It's only fair, now that you can see me, right? Can't do much to me with it put away like this, anyway, can you?"

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"Yes."

It's matter-of-fact as the same time as it's teasing; whether Tidus is trying to find somewhere tender to poke his fingers or if he's just being honest, he can't think of a better answer than the real one. He has a fair idea of what he likes, although he doesn't think on it much, and golden skin and a muscular swimmer's build is among those things. So is, apparently, bleach-blonde hair and a wicked grin.

Nothing that Tidus says stops Auron from continuing to avoid the places that he knows he wants him to touch; the hand on his thigh snakes upward, fingers spreading, and he brushes upward along the little valleys the muscles in his chest make with his fingertips until they're placed firmly against the flat hardness of his sternum. What he usually wears is revealing enough that he isn't seeing anything new, but he knows if he shared that particular information Tidus would put two and two together and realize that he started looking before today.

He can feel the vibration of his vocal cords through the bones in his upper chest when he speaks. It should be calming, but really, it's just — He raises one eyebrow in a severe line, adam's apple visible when he swallows, not-so-subtly glancing down the length of their bodies. If he were seven years younger, he'd be a sputtering mess. Thankfully, he isn't. But it doesn't keep the uncertainty out of his voice.

"What do you want me to do?"

His good sense tells him he shouldn't ask, but he isn't very good at listening.

Tidus's interest probably lies a little in both realms. He wants Auron's honesty, but he also wants Auron to squirm a little, so his words will succeed with either precedent. Succeed enough for him, at least. If he knew that Auron had specifics about him he was admiring, he'd pick him clean, shamelessly, for being so observant. If he knew he liked him so much to have things about Tidus that stood out as especially desirable, he'd never let him hear the end of it... but he might reward him, too.

There's no effort on his end to really sway Auron's touch lower than it is. He's confident it'll get there with his cock pressing up at him like that. He can't toy around forever and that toying, for now, is enjoyable as it is. It's enough to make him shiver and gasp when Auron's hands brush dangerously close to where he really wants them, then travel away. He didn't think he'd be playful enough to tease him like this. He likes it, but it's probably the fuel that opens his mouth and leads to his lewd teasing in return.

That expression isn't lost on him, either. His grin turns pearly with teeth and he rubs himself down against Auron a little, not so much with rhythm, but with regularity. He wants to feel the way he pulses there when given a little more friction.

"Ahh... lift your hips up. I'll get 'em down."

And that's when he slides back enough to see the end of Auron's zipper between his legs. More fastenings, though a little less complicated than his top armor, thankfully. He starts tugging things free but slowly, deciding to play the same game back at Auron.

Auron doesn't bother fussing or refusing to cooperate, at least, not this time — It wouldn't do much in his favor, now that Tidus is tugging at the fastenings on his pants curiously while he figures out how to get them loose. He isn't inclined to open his mouth and go giving away his secrets. He usually isn't. That's a part of the problem, his refusal to budge in the face of Tidus's wondering curiosity. But he isn't giving this up when he's giving everything else up; letting the last of his modesty unravel beneath sure hands.

It's what gets him to place both of his own hands on Tidus's bare thighs, fingers tucked against the soft, smooth skin behind his knees, like he's trying to keep him from moving too far away. Like he wasn't the one who was made to promise he'd stay here with him.

He didn't need to do this to prove it. But he's already said that.

"That's not an answer."

Not that he can say much. Ambiguity is his cornerstone, these days.

With a glance to the hands under his knees, he laughs a little and reaches down to pat his wrist momentarily. "I'll get back to it soon. Just a sec."

He's not trying to sound patronizing, but as far as he knows, Auron doesn't want the pressure and friction to go away so quickly. He can't blame him. He can't see Auron getting this kind of treatment very often. It's not like Auron isn't desirable or attractive, but his personality and presence don't lend to people coming onto him this way, do they? That's what he presumes.

A new sound of victory hisses through his teeth when his pants come free, though he can't do much with his weight still holding them down.

"Even your underwear is kinda strange..."

An idle observation as he picks at it a bit, rubbing his palm over his cock through the last bit of cloth in his way.

Auron speaks and Tidus's eyes go wide for a moment, distracted from his petting, before he goes coy again and laughs, short and sweet, walking his gaze up Auron's chest to his face.

"Oh, I get it. I know what you wanna hear..."

He lets his palm leave Auron's crotch to settle on his hips as he slowly, lazily, slides his palms up his chest as he speaks, slowly laying down on him.

"First, I want you to keep moving your hands over me. I like you exploring every bit of me like that. And then, when you start getting impatient, I want you to start prodding at me with your fingers. Maybe I'll let you put them in right away, maybe I'll make you wait until I tell you go... just because I hope the waiting makes you a little anxious about wanting me more."

He settles down on him, chest to chest, talking merrily as if he were telling a story rather than describing a sex act. He gets closer to his face.

"When I feel your fingers in me, I'll really want to know what your cock is like, y'know, Auron? It's a way different feeling. It's warm... makes you feel really close to someone, having them inside you or being inside them. I want that with you... and I'll want it bad, by that point. So you'll pull your fingers out of me and then I'll do you a really nice favor and do all the work--"

He pats his shoulders once, softly.

"Holding on here, sitting on your lap. You don't have to do anything but like it. I'm pretty good at it! My legs are pretty strong, so I can move nice. I'll like it, you'll like it. You'll get off really good. And then, you can lay here with me a while. Stick around, we can do it a few more times. I can even blow you, if you want. You'll have to clean up first, but I don't mind, even if you go off in my mouth. Wonder if anyone's ever done that for you before? You don't seem the type to just sit back and relax enough for that, but I can show you why you should ask for it now and again..."

He's just chuckling and squirming on him by the time be finally stops his ramble, hips shifting from side to side against him as he leans and kisses his chin.

"Sound good?"

Auron is helpless underneath Tidus's restless body, although that's not the full truth of it. He could move if he wanted to; leave if he wanted to; stop this if he wanted to, but he isn't. It's his hand, and he's giving it away. There's no way to be a passive participant in this; there's no way to do it and disapprove at the same time, even if there are things he might've liked to smooth past. Like undressing himself. Like asking Tidus what he wanted.

He's hot and hard under the palm of his hand, and then under his stomach when he moves over him, trapping him whilst he speaks. It's another performance, if an unneeded one. His attention is already centered in on the boy bearing down on him, fighting to keep him transfixed even though he doesn't need to resort to these measures. Or maybe he just likes to say these things, feel how they sound on his tongue. They couldn't have spoken like this before. He's spoken to other people like this before.

Maybe he should have kept a closer eye on him. Too late now.

Auron finds his voice eventually.

"I wasn't aware you were making plans."

It's really not an answer. Not to the question he's asking. But he didn't get the answer he expected himself. A simple confirmation or denial, that's all he was looking for. Auron breathes out with a sigh, glancing at Tidus and then at the ceiling shrouded in darkness. He can imagine all of the things they could do without blushing, but it's much more difficult to imagine doing anything for himself. Conversely, if what Tidus wants is a challenge, it would be easy to provide it. He would give him everything he wanted, but he's better, he thinks, at giving him the things that he never knew he needed at all.

"I have no objections.

But I make no promises."

In fact...

"There's something I want you to do."

"Someone's gotta have a plan here."

He chuckles and moves against him again with more determination, still waiting to get a true rouse out of Auron. It'd be so fun to see after so many years of straight-faced chuckling on his behalf. That shift in expression was a kick, but the potential to get more is too tempting. He wants to hear the kind of sounds Auron will make when he truly lets himself enjoy something.

It'll be something for the books.

The segue makes him perk up, surprised that a request lie ahead. Really? Maybe Auron had more invested in this than a vague interest. He gives his face a kiss and then another, the corners of his lips spread from ear to ear.

"Tell me what you want."

His hands are still touching his thighs, although there's no reason left to hold him. He'll do what he wants. Which is why the next thing he says is,

"Blow me."

Because repeating Tidus's own words back at him is easier than the alternative. Auron's terms, like everything else about him, are vague at best. In the same vein as his careful, continual touching is at odds with his apparent distance from the whole act. In reality, he's never been very good at wanting anything. His life, as far back as he can remember, has been dictated by the needs of other people. From the priests in Bevelle, to Braska, to Jecht, and now...

It just isn't in his nature. Perhaps he doesn't seem like that kind of man. He's not sure he knows how to explain it.

Or that he would want to.

"How long have you been thinking about this?"

Tidus startles... but quickly lights up, laughing a little just hearing those words leave Auron. He didn't expect such a direct request, but he loves it and he's fast when he leans down and kisses Auron full on the mouth before starting to slide back down his body.

"You finally decided to be a little selfish for once. Good for you, Auron... I'll give you exactly what you want."

There's no protest from him. Why would he when he's already on board with the idea? He's the one who mentioned it, whose words Auron borrowed. He pushes his body down Auron's with a deliberate pressure to the way his weight presses against him. His knees stop by Auron's, jammers sliding down to catch on them as he lets them bends so his tail end is up in the air and he's hovering his mouth over the bit of cloth still trapped between Auron's cock and the open air. He flashes those pearly teeth at him again and lets out a hot breath against him.

"A year.... maybe two."

It's not a lie. He's a teenager, so fantasizing about people... it's normal, isn't it? He thinks it is. He knows all of his friends and teammates do it, as guys share more than they should with each other. It's natural, even if the subject is someone in Auron's seat.

Tidus spreads his fingers out on Auron's belly and leans further down, lips spread, pressing his open mouth over his covered erection and mouthing at him through the cloth.

"That long?"

There's a catch in his throat, and he misses Tidus's lips over his own, but very quickly his mouth is elsewhere and he doesn't have to look to know. His voice is rough, senses arrested by the physical onslaught coupled with the unexpected admission. Expecting coyness this far in is a fool's errand, but Tidus has no reason to lie, which can only mean that what he's saying is the truth. A year. Or two.

And he never once noticed. Couldn't have begun to consider.

His assumptions seem foolish, suddenly.

Auron raises a hand to his mouth like he's trying to keep himself from saying — or asking — anything else. His free hand finds its way to Tidus's shoulder when his hips shift up, not involuntarily. He has enough self-control to keep from feeling guilty about asking for this. Not that it seems he has any reason to, after all.

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