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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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"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.