WIP tag game: Tell me about Touch Starved Roommates and A Late Visit please!
Touch Starved Roommates already answered here. :)
A Late Visit is the first fic I started writing for FF7R a while ago. I’ve been thinking about turning this story into a whole fic series where four characters are in a poly relationship together (I actually posted a little gifset about that on my side blog heh :)) and write different stories/versions about their relationship. This first part would be a smutty one-shot between Zack and Cloud.
I will ramble a little bit more about this idea under the cut and post a snippet of said story. If you’re curious about that, feel free to check it out. If not, then feel free to skip this altogether. :)
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So, my idea here is that Cloud and Zack are old friends who used to be soldiers working under the same company. Then, Some really bad shit happened in that company, forcing them both to quit and look for work as mercenaries instead.
They both have girlfriends—Cloud’s with Tifa and Zack’s with Aerith—who also happen to be best friends with each other (possibly even girlfriends later).
So, Tifa and Aerith are out having a girls’ night, and the boys stay home. It's late at night and Cloud feels bored and lonely. So, he calls Zack, who's equally bored and lonely, and so Cloud rides his motorcycle to Zack’s and Aerith’s place to spend some quality time with an ‘old friend.’
The boys hang out and chill together, talk about work and girlfriends, and reminisce about the good old times. They drink some beer, a little bit of something hard and bitter as well, and as a result, start feeling tipsy. Because they’re old friends and went through some truly tough times together—could be some old, long-buried feelings still linger there under the surface... buried but not forgotten—and so, one thing leads to another. :)
And here’s that snippet that I promised:
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There’s a silver barbell on Zack’s belly button. It glimmers with a small, clear diamond. Probably fake, but Cloud’s not an expert and doesn’t really care either. It looks very elegant on Zack… and incredibly hot.
The room temperature suddenly gets two or three degrees warmer. Cloud feels his brain short-circuit for a good long minute or so. His eyes go wide, and his mouth goes slack.
Zack clears his throat, drawing Cloud’s attention, and cocks his eyebrow. “Like it?” There’s a hint of smirk on Zack’s face, like he knows something that Cloud doesn’t. Bastard.
Cloud looks away, and he feels his face burn. It’s not polite to stare. Especially at a guy who’s his good friend, who Cloud totally didn't crush on in the army; who's still hot, if not even hotter now; and who's totally not taking advantage of his good looks by strutting around the house wearing that slutty crop top, showing off those killer abs and the belly button piercing. Not to mention those snug dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs and firm ass just right.
Zack's smug face isn't helping, and knowing him, he's probably drinking it all up, enjoying Cloud's embarrassment. After all, Zack was always the one who preened and loved the attention (he's basically a puppy), whereas Cloud's shy and awkward and hated having all eyes on him. He still does.
Cloud's mouth feels dry and his heart beats so fast, but he finally dares a glance at Zack again. Who's still very much smirking and even quirks an eyebrow at him. Idiot.
"Looks good on you," Cloud finally attempts, croaks a little, and then tries not to cringe about it. "When'd you take it exactly?"
Zack practically beams at that. “Oh, I don’t know, six months ago maybe?" The brunet replies. All casual, like it's no biggie. Like having your belly button pierced is the most common thing in the world. Cloud frowns.
“Okay, so... What prompted you to take it?” He asks gently, genuinely curious now. He’s always known Zack to make decisions in the heat of the moment. The guy's carefree like that; doesn't really care what other people think about him.
Until he wants attention and praise, that is.
Zack laughs and shakes his head. “Well, there was this one time I got a bit too drunk at Seventh Heaven, and we had this stupid bet with Reno-” Cloud instantly rolls his eyes at the mention of Reno, “-that whoever loses the drinking game has to get one body part pierced.”
Cloud grunts, incredulously. “And you lost to Reno, of all people?”
Zack could always hold his liquor better than Cloud—in fact, there had been a couple of instances where Zack had literally had to carry a passed-out Cloud over his shoulder all the way from a pub back to his own apartment.
Something that Cloud prefers very much not to think about right now or how strong Zack really is. It's not doing him any favors here.
“Weird, right? Thought it was gonna be a piece of cake ‘cause you know me and how much I can drink, and there's no way that scrawny little asshole could ever beat me, but believe me or not, Reno can really hold his liquor. Apparently,” Zack laughs nervously, rolling his blue eyes a little. Cloud still doesn't quite believe him.
Zack continues: “So, after Reno had me beat at that game and we were like, totally wasted and all, he tried to change the rules. 'Cause that's Reno fucking Sinclair, right? Like, sheesh, fuck that guy. Anyway, he was gonna try changing the rules so the winner can choose which body part you have to get pierced.”
Cloud instantly grimaces and scoffs. Knowing Reno, he’s not exactly surprised to hear that.
"And knowing Reno and his twisted little mind, he started going back and forth about whether I should get my nipple, or hells, my dick pierced." Cloud's eyes go wide, and he actually snorts a little. Zack fervently continues, "Which, I'm not gonna lie, made me really fucking nervous 'cause could you even imagine getting your dick pierced? Like, how painful it could be?"
Cloud shudders; his shoulders shake. Although he can't deny there's a certain appeal to it—like, he's really straining not to think about Zack's dick right now and how it would look pierced—still, the whole idea sounds extremely painful to him.
He offers his friend a sympathetic look instead. “So, what happened, then?”
“Well,” Zack smirks. He drapes one tanned, muscular arm over the backrest of the couch. Just behind Cloud’s head, which the blonde desperately tries to ignore. “Your girlfriend happened. You know how Tifa gets when she’s pissed, right?"
Cloud nods like it’s obvious. Of course he does—she’s his girlfriend, duh.
"Like, she just stared down at Reno with this kind of menacing look on her face that still gives me chills-” Cloud smiles; he knows exactly what Zack is talking about. “And she reminded him of some ‘agreement’ they have. I don’t know what that’s all about, and I’m not sure I even want to know, but Reno totally paled out. I’ve never seen him that freaked out or witnessed anyone shut his mouth as quickly as Tifa did, so it was kind of funny. So, there. All thanks to your wonderful girlfriend, my dick and nipples are still intact.”
Cloud smirks and hums at this. So very proud because that's his girl and he knows he can always count on her to do the right thing. He finally dares to peek at Zack's piercing again, still feels slight heat on his face and gives it a pointed look. “So, how’d you end up with that one?”
Zack kind of beams again and then looks down, almost shyly. “Ah. Well… it was Aerith’s suggestion, actually. She thought it would look good on me, so I took it. And then she said she likes it, so I haven’t taken it off yet.”
