Seifer didn't know what to say at this point. He didn't know whether he wanted to punch him in the face as hard as he possibly could or...do something else.

Compromising, he instead took a step away from him, giving him space, and leaned against the wall of a nearby ice cream stand, expressionless.

Surprised that no beating came, he licked his lips and chewed at it softly. He actually looked pretty cute like that. "Um..." He decided he may as well go for it. "Want to come to my house? Nobody's home..." That invitation from earlier was still fresh in his mind, and Seifer...certainly looked good like that.

Again, that confusion resurfaced in Seifer's mind. He was not ready to consider him a friend, let alone a lover. It was not happening that quickly. Not without discussion.

His eyes narrowed minutely and he straightened up. "Why should I?" His voice was not scathing. Not teasing. In fact, it was completely neutral. He just wanted to see where this all would go.

"It's better than wandering around town...and we have air conditioning?" Hayner offered, "Besides...I have a few questions that you probably don't want to answer in public."

And he was serious, licking his lips slowly and watching him. "And I can definitely give you incentive to stay, if you need it."

And there went the last of his resolve...and his imagination.

He rolled his eyes, shrugging off of the wall. "Fine. Fine...let's go." His voice was an unwilling grunt. He still seemed very confused about something--probably some sort of inner turmoil.

A yawn worked from Hayner's lips and he led the way, hands on the back of his head. Once arriving at his home, he unlocked the door and let them both in.

The house was nice, small, but very nice. He led the way to his kitchen, "You want anything to eat? Drink?" He questioned, head tilting.

Seifer followed him in, looking around idly. "Something to drink would be nice," he said shortly. "Anything."

He seemed a bit more relaxed now that he was out of the heat outside. Despite it being September, it was insanely hot outside. At least ninety or more degrees...

A slow blink and he nodded, heading towards the fridge. He had said anything. "One or two?" He asked, head tilting a little as he turned to look back at Seifer. The kitchen was lit with the pretty sunlight, warmed by it but not too much. The air conditioning was going full-force, keeping the house a nice temperature. The back door was a glass and wood thing with several windows, pretty and situated between two cabinets. It certainly looked nice.

He waited a moment, picking up a bottle of something for himself. Hayner was a bad boy when his mother wasn't home, and he was going to drink one of her Breezers. If Seifer chose One, he'd get a beer. Two, he'd get a Coke.

Seifer shifted, an eyebrow raised, watching him. He looked like he was up to something. Whether it was good or bad...that was a different story. It could be a mix of both.

"One," he replied finally, keeping distance between them. He still wasn't too comfortable, and he still had that peculiar confusion hanging over his head like a persistent raincloud.

Across the bar, Hayner slid the beer in his hand over and shut the fridge, taking his and moving to the table, drenched in sunshine. He purred a little as he popped the top off and took a slow, but long drink. Once he was done, he turned back to Seifer.

"So..." Now, came the hard part. He just hoped the alcohol would help him ask these questions easier, and lube Seifer up for a better, non-asshole-ish answer.

Seifer watched him retrieve a nice-looking can of beer, and he took it willingly enough. He didn't drink too often--though he did sometimes for show in front of his friends--but he enjoyed it when he did.

He popped his open and took a long, slow drink, watching Hayner warily. "So what?" His voice was still neutral.

Another slow swig and he only wished more that the alcohol would hurry and attack his brain. He really didn't know how to word this, and it worried him.

"Earlier...was that just harassing me?" Best way to ask was to be forward about it, right? Besides, if it had just been harassing a freshman, then he could just...try to forget everything. He had liked it too much, though; when he had woken from his nap he realized he had had a hard-on, but it had thankfully gone away before he ran into Seifer.

Seifer kept the distance between them, taking another drink and gathering his thoughts.

"It was. At first. I actually didn't think you'd do it," he added, amused. "I thought you'd push past me and run. Like the wuss you are." His confusion about the ordeal shone through in his voice.

Hayner didn't mind too much; the distance meant he wasn't getting punched in the face.

"Mm.." He nodded a little, "Does that mean I'm a little less of a wuss?" He questioned, knowing he had done something Seifer had not only not expected, but also had enjoyed.

Seifer mulled that over for a moment, shoving his free hand into his pocket.

"Less of a wuss, I guess," he admitted finally, grudgingly, then paused. "But still a wuss," he added as a smug afterthought. He didn't want to be too nice, now. That just wasn't his style.

And Hayner honestly didn't expect it. Nice was just...not Seifer. He'd likely take his temperature and put him to bed if he started being all nice to him.

"Alright.." He sounded okay with that. It would have seriously worried him if Seifer was nice. "You wanna watch a movie?" He questioned suddenly, standing up. "We got a bunch of 'em, you can pick what we watch."

If he hadn't seen he was serious, Seifer would have laughed in his face for a good three minutes. But, he was serious--he seriously wanted to sit and watch a movie with him.

He leaned more against the wall, looking and feeling completely out of place. "I...don't care. And I don't care what movie it is," he grumbled. He wouldn't mind it, of course. He just didn't care what they watched.

Hayner wasn't sure why he was still pushing on for this. Something inside him told him that he wanted Seifer like nothing else, and yet another part of his brain said to just kick him out. He couldn't do it, though; so he was stuck with Seifer.

"Alright, c'mon." He got up and led the way to the basement; it was huge, compared to the house. A high ceiling, and right past the stairs was a large entertainment center and a very nice leather couch. It had three sections to it; one that was for shorter people to lay out on, one that was the main couch, and another side piece that looked more like a couch, itself. He walked over to a wall of movies and tilted his head a little, wondering what would be good. He finally decided on Resident Evil, the first one, but if they wanted to watch all three, they could.

Seifer followed him, glancing around with a curious look on his face. Nicer than he thought it would be, actually.

He had no qualms about immediately plopping down on the main couch, like he owned the place. He watched Hayner sift through his movies and finally select the first Resident Evil--a movie he had seen before and enjoyed. Well...at least he had good taste in movies. That odd confusion was still hanging over Seifer's head, coupled with something else he couldn't quite feel yet, but he didn't let that show.

Hayner moved over to the DVD player and put it in, moving to crash onto the smaller piece that didn't look like a couch, more of a lounge chair sort of thing made of leather. He started up the movie.

"We have all three, if you want to watch them all." He offered, not sure how long he could con Seifer into staying with him. "My mom doesn't get him till midnight,so.." As long as he was in bed by one, he'd be fine. He kept his own feelings to himself, for now, not sure if he liked what was going on in his head. It was telling him ten different things at once and it was driving him crazy.

Seifer watched him as he sat on a different part of the couch, thinking he was trying to get his feelings in order. In all seriousness, Seifer didn't really care where this went. He was up for more 'playtime,' but he didn't know if emotions were going to develop or not. He supposed he'd just wing it.

"Up to you. I don't mind," he offered finally, stretching out. He was wondering when Hayner's feelings would overflow, and if he would try something when they did.

Well, with it being Hayner, it was more than likely that something would come of this. He knew he'd lo--liked Seifer for a long time. An incredibly long time. He'd even looked up to his rival a little, but he'd never admit it. He leaned against the couch and his elbow rest against the main couch that Seifer sat on. It was the closest he dared to go, for now; he wanted to sort out his brain.

However, the appearance of the first thing to make him jumpy had him scooting over closer. He wasn't a huge fan of suspense movies; they actually made him quite nervous. He didn't know how, but he kind of hoped Seifer could help him through it. Not that he thought he would; Seifer was plenty predictable. Then again, he could always play it off as wanting to get closer.

Seifer quite enjoyed suspense and horror...he didn't scare too easily, and he found them both exhilirating.

That wasn't the main show, however. He'd seen Hayner slowly inching closing, probably hoping to blame it on fear and tension from the movie playing. That might be a little true, but with what had just happened today, he highly doubted that was the only reason for his desire to move closer...

Surely, it wasn't. Hayner just wanted to be closer to him, but these movies did make him nervous and he didn't like the surround sound when the moaning of the zombies came to his ears. His face fell and he was suddenly at Seifer's side, head against his shoulder as he gave a side-long glance at the TV, kind of freaked out.

However, the sudden eruption of sparks from their arms touching distracted him fairly well, his mind giving something of a fangirl squeal and making him blush a little, face heating against Seifer's strong, muscled joint of shoulder and arm.

Seifer couldn't help snorting and then laughing at him. He leaned over a bit, scooped him up, and plopped him down in his lap, arms around him.

"Now. You decide what you wanna do, blondie," he ordered, raising an eyebrow. "Watch this movie...or something else."