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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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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.

"Yep, that long."

It doesn't seem like a big deal from his end, but he has a feeling, with the way Auron's whole body seems to tense, that it was a shock to his system. All the better that he's surprised by it. It means he was great at hiding his otherwise obvious feelings. He is making great strides in concealing himself, just like an adult would. It's a big step, as far as Tidus is concerned.

He only takes Auron's hand muffled mouth as an attempt to snuff out pleasured sounds and decides he really is putting forth a challenge. He doesn't understand Auron is trying to bury down the urge to pry further into Tidus's heart. He keeps his mouth over the cloth for now, parting his lips further and sucking on him through it, tasting the damp cotton as it dries out his tongue. If it's been a while, or the first time at all, he doesn't want to go straight for direct contact and overwhelm him. Better to tease him and let this drag out a while. He'll enjoy it better, Tidus thinks. They both will.

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