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A little snuggle for the homies

[After their ridiculous argument a little while ago, things have been basically back to normal. Maybe it had been a good thing after all. They both clearly had some silly misunderstandings going on and those had been cleared up. All was well!

Still sharing the same bunk too and the nightmares have been kept at bay. Honestly things couldn't be better. Well the world could stop falling more and more to shit, Gordon wasn't exactly fond of the whole zombie thing going on. He missed the internet and video games. Missed a lot of foods and the lack of drink choices. What he'd give for a nice cold pop... but all in all, he really couldn't complain. Okay he could, but it wouldn't do anything. He was alive, Warren was alive and they were out of Red Valley. Safe.

Everything was good.

Speaking of good, they'd fallen asleep that night whispering Would You Rathers at one another and once he was asleep he was asleep. With Warren close by how he was it was easy to sleep deeply. If he dreamed they were nonsense or... ahem something of the more spicy variety. Thankfully they'd not been too frequent, the handful of times he'd woken up with a morning stiffy and either laid in bed willing it to go away or slipping out of the bunk to shower and ahem- handle it, were embarrassing enough. It'd be terrible if Warren ever noticed or worse-!

... like right now. Gordon in his sleep has rolled over, an arm loosely around Warren's middle as he's pressed up behind him. Usually it would be something to haha whoops about, but this time well. There's very clearly something against Warren's backside. A hard something.]

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[ Warren usually cocooned himself tightly in his blanket, as if using it like a protective barrier. But in a surprising turn of events, he didn't get all that cold tonight. In fact, at some point as he slept, he got warm. Probably Gordon's body heat, being pressed against him, but his sleeping brain wouldn't make that connection.

That means there's not a lot of blanket to keep him from feeling the prodding against his backside. He did wake up briefly, feel something, and was too tired to realize what that was. Who knows how he reasoned it at the time? In a way that made sense only to a half awake, half asleep Warren, surely.

This time, though, something clicked when he awoke and thought to himself, "seriously, what is that?". Slowly, with mounting horror, it all comes bearing down on him like the powerful waves against the rig's steel legs.

Oh.

Oh no.

Really, the universe must be having a laugh at them by this point. Just when things got back to normal, one of the most awkward things that can happen to a guy has to happen right now while they're in bed together. How is he supposed to respond to this? Should he move? No, he'll wake up Gordon, and he'll be all embarrassed and weird and what if he doesn't want to sleep with him anymore because of it? But if he just lies here and goes back to sleep, he'll feel like some gross pervert. What is he supposed to do?????

He doesn't know how long he lies here running through every terrible scenario in his head, stiff (no pun intended) as a board. It's fine. He'll just go back to sleep. This will sort itself out.

And then he sneezes.

Goddamn it. ]

[Truly it was bound to at some point. Sharing this tiny bunk with zero room to not be pressed against one another in some way. Though usually their covers helped with that awkwardness, but Gordon ran hot so most of the time he threw his off at some point... but Warren usually was still covered so it was fine!

Gordon doesn't know the horror he's about to wake up to, still nice a deeply dreaming whatever it is that has him standing at attention. Honestly he probably won't even remember- but at that sneeze the bubble bursts and he's startled awake. Though instead of jolting upright, he hugs that arm around Warren tighter and buries his face against the back of Warren's neck, muttering something about five more minutes. Five more minutes what? But shifting slighting does seem to give a jolt to another part of him and that snaps Gordon out of the tired haze he'd woken too.]

...

[He stills, but not before the hand that was curled against Warren's stomach lifts, along with his arm, hovering awkwardly just above him as if suddenly not hugging him made any of this better. He feels like he's going to burst into flames in embarrassment. Maybe if he doesn't say anything Warren hasn't noticed? Maybe he's asleep still?]

Warren...?

[His voice feels so small as he speaks the other's name, lifting his head just a little away from where he'd buried it against the back of his neck. Please don't answer. Please snore or something. Please still be asleep.]

[ Oh god. He really, really, hates his own body. But only because it seems to hate him so goddamn much.

He considers fake snoring. He strongly considers fake snoring. But he's pretty sure he's terrible at it. Every attempt at pretending to snore as a kid (or at Red Valley) has always been immediately identified as the farce that it was. He can half thank Gord calling him out for that. Damn robots. ]

...Yes?

[ He tries to sound natural. He fails horrendously at it. ]

[Things could not get worse. Okay well, they could. Warren could push him away and call him disgusting and depravied. Freak out.

All things that Gordon expects, but he'll act before Warren can, scuttling back away from him- almost falling out of the bunk as he does. Not that it matters as he does get out of the bed too.]

Shitshitshit- I didn't... augh.

[Gordon paces, as much as he can in the barely there floor space.]

I was having a really good dream, I wasn't trying to do stuff to do you I swear.

[ When Gordon all but falls out of the bed, Warren pushes himself up to a sitting position. His brows shoot up, then he rolls his eyes in spite of his reddened cheeks. He doesn't look or sound mad - mostly concerned at the immediate distance Gordon puts between them. ]

Oh my god - I know you weren't trying to do anything, Gordon. [ He recognizes, had this position been reversed, he would probably have the same worries. ] It's - I mean, it happens, yeah?

[ To normal people with working dicks, yes. Not him. But he still understands. The point is, there's no reason to freak out about it! It's not like Warren believes Gordon would ever want to do anything like that with him. ]

Look - [ He tries to give him a reassuring, awkward as fuck smile, but his eyes drift where they ought not, and suddenly he glances away, his voice pitched higher. ] it's fine!

Don't look at my boner while saying it's fine!

[His own voice pitches, stressed. Gordon groans pathetically, rubbing at his face.]

I don't know! It's not like I was having a cuddle before the world went to shit, Warren. Or even before I met you!

[He's had sex, he's not done virgin nerd loser okay, it has just been a while! Even before that it's not like he had any steady long term relationships where he was sleeping over or whatever.]

Augh, usually we've both got our covers on... or at least you do.

[Gordon waves lamely at Warren and the mess of blankets that hadn't stopped this madness this time.]

Typically when this happens I just pop off to the showers before you wake up none the wiser. Or you know, lay very still and think of Clive Schill naked.

[He makes a face with an 'eugh'.]

I'm - I wasn't!

[ He was. ]

Typically?

[ Is Gordon saying this happens a lot? Here? While they're in bed? Is that what he's saying? ]

[He was!]

N-Not like that. That's the only time I've woken up with my cock nestled between your cheeks thank you very much!

[Because of the covers! Like he mentioned before, ahem. He sighs.]

I'd promise it won't happen again, but... look it's not like I'm doing it on purpose. Our sleeping arrangements have chased away the nightmares to allow some delightful dreams and I can't help that.

Edited 2025-04-24 05:11 (UTC)

Gordon - it's fine.

[ It's totally fine. It's more than fine. It's way too fine actually- ]

What're you dreaming about anyway? Let me guess. What's-his-face - Aragorn? Are you acting out smutty fanfic in your dreams, Gordon?

[ Please don't say anyone's name on this rig- ]

[IS IT FINE THOUGH?! Gordon feels like the fact Warren isn't freaking out at him and saying it's fine is actually an underlying way of him being very upset about it, but just not telling him- which would be stupid because Warren has no qualms with getting angry at him.

Gordon grabs the seat at the desk, turning it to sit in it side ways. Sitting so his fucking boner is obscured from Warren's eyes.]

You're unsettlingly unbothered by this-

[He drapes his arm over the back of the chair, chin resting on his arm.]

No. God that's one thing I miss about the internet though...

[Sure they've got books here, but it's not the same as fanfics! He can't go to Martin and ask for an update on his favorite Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli threesome fic. It's truly a shame. Unless Martin is holding back on him and he's writing such things and not telling him!]

Why do you even want to know, Warren?

[His tone is almost a whine, a plea of can we please just pretend this didn't happen. He'd honestly rather Warren were mad at him at this point.]

Edited (typoing Aragorn's name, a crime I must fix) 2025-04-26 16:42 (UTC)

[ Warren huffs and rolls his eyes. ]

"Warren, you're way too upset about this", "Warren, you aren't upset enough about this", [ Yes he is doing his best imitation of Gordon's voice, pinching his nose to do it. ] Pick an argument, man.

[ He is genuinely annoyed, but he pushes it back because he doesn't want to have another fight with Gordon! Nope! He's not doing that again - so he readjusts his tone. ]

I'm curious! What, is it really that bad?

[Gordon makes a face at him, wrinkling his nose. Fine fine, he knows he's being a lot, but also-!!!]

Clearly not.

[He'd not be bricked up if it were bad.]

Look- you just- you don't want to know, okay?

Uh, I'm asking you because I want to know, obviously.

[ Said slowly, as if speaking to a one year old. ]

What, is it some freaky tentacle shit? Oh! Are you dreaming about the new...green guy? With the voice?

[ He may have immediately noticed the man's voice. Sh. ]

C'moooooon, I'd tell you mine if I even had any.

[ IS HE DREAMING ABOUT JASKIER OR MARTIN OR- ]

Pft, what? You mean you don't have wet dreams while snuggled up with me? I'm shocked.

[Aka, not shocked. Of course Warren isn't.]

Thane? Oh well, I mean comparatively to the monster gallery were collecting he's the nicest looking. His voice is really cool...

[Gordon sounds honestly excited at the thought of it, but then reels himself back in.]

But no it's not him, OR Jaskier before you ask!

[OR Martin!]

[ Well you didn't SAY it so he's going to guess it! ]

Martin? Harrow? Is it Harrow? [ He might be projecting a little with the emphasis on Harrow. ] No - it's Reyes, isn't it?

[ Oh, of course it is! Reyes is...well. Objectively good-looking. Still projecting a little. ]

No, wait - ugh, I'm an idiot. It's Gerard, isn't it?

[LOOK. THEY'RE ALL OBJECTIVELY GOOD LOOKING. HE'S GAY, NOT BLIND! Gordon sputters.]

N-No-! No, oh my god, stop!

[Flustered his cheeks are pink with embarrassment as he presses his face into his arms crossed atop the chair.

There's a muffled 'it's not them'.]

[ He could stop, but he has to know, and there's only so many guys on the rig. It's not like they'd be here forever. He leans forward, as if studying Gordon is somehow going to give him the answer.]

Percy? The new guy who talks to his cat? [ He's already forgetting who he said already (aside from the ones he was worried about the most ahem), yay terrible short term memory. ]

The twins? The little guy?

[ He snorts. ]

It's not me, is it? [ He laughs because of course it's not. Gordon is obviously lying to him because he's too embarrassed to admit who it actually is. ] Unless it's Cooper, but I left him out because, well...

[Warren can study him all he wants, he doesn't lift his head- until Warren asks if it's HIM. Head coming up just enough so brown eyes can peer at Warren like he's been slapped.

Gordon doesn't even hear the bit about Cooper, he's too busy wishing he could step out of his own body and run out of the room without Warren knowing. Leave the husk of his body there to deal with this. Gordon doesn't even realize he's talking until he's mid-sentence, rubbing at his arms, almost hugging himself, afraid of how his best friend will react.]

... y-you can't help what your brain puts in your dreams- it's- look I mean-

[It's so over.]

[ It takes Warren a moment - he actually does think Gordon's response is to Cooper at first. Because he can't be talking about him. But he is. It was him? ]

...Oh.

[ He didn't prepare for this. He really did not prepare for this. That's why he just kind of stares dumbly while his cheeks grow increasingly more red. Is it suddenly way too hot in here? Is he feeling dizzy, or is the room suddenly spinning? ]

[Oh.

OH?

What- does that even mean? Oh god? Oh okay?]

Oh?

[He can't look at Warren, but his voice pitches, because OH???]

Look- I can get my own room, I doubt you want to share a bed, much less a room with some weirdo who's dreaming about you while hard against your back.

[He groans, embarrassed, humiliated even.]

Christ, I sound like such a pervert...

What? No-

[ How is - what does he even- ]

I don't want you to go, you pillock.

What?

[Now he looks at Warren, confused, the one word asked sharply yet with so much confusion.

But looking at Warren doesn't help the confusion at all. He's... flushed and doesn't look mad... says he doesn't want him to go. Calls him and idiot.]

I just told you I have wet dreams about you while were cuddled in bed, Warren. I-

[Gordon is the one to get upset now, not mad, but frustrated in his confusion about the whole ordeal, hands waving aimless.]

You should be yelling! Cussing me out! I don't know something!

[That he seems weirdly okay with it is almost unnerving!]

Again, you're mad because I'm not - make up your bloody mind!

[ God, it's so frustrating! Is Gordon really going to make him admit that he doesn't mind? ]

Maybe it doesn't bother me, Gordon. Did you ever think of that?

[ Maybe he's fucking relieved, actually! ]

I'm confused, Warren! Anyone else would be pissed- okay maybe not Jaskier- this isn't about him though.

[Gordon is quick to add, fingers on a hand raising as if to stop Warren before he could make a comment about it.]

Why would I even consider you'd not be bothered that your best friend, your gay best friend, has had multiple vivid dreams about you that would make an OnlyFans worker blush. Snuck out of bed while you slept to take care of himself in the showers so you'd not see? Embarrassed and ashamed like some bloody teenager!

[But then something clicks in Gordon's brain. Finally. Something breaks through the panic and fear-]

... but you were bothered that you thought I was ignoring you for other people. Jaskier. Martin. Other men.

[Gordon blinks, face still flushed, but now he's not sure how to feel. Hope wants to bubble up in his chest, but he can't quite let it climb all the way up his throat out of his mouth.]

Edited (typo) 2025-04-30 13:47 (UTC)

[ It is a good thing Gordon clarifies, because that stupid ass part of his brain really does immediately prickle when he mentions Jaskier. He doesn't even know why! Literally, just saying the man's name shouldn't make him feel as annoyed as it does. What is actually wrong with him?!

But this isn't about him. He can't let something that fucking stupid block out the rest of what Gordon says. That Gordon keeps having dreams about him - dreams that affect him that much. Dreams that Warren is sure that if he actually remembered any dreams other than nightmares (otherwise he's simply left with vague impressions of dreams and sometimes weird geometric nonsense with dull colors) he would be having as well.

He doesn't really have time to defend his lack of offense, as Gordon is frightfully close to putting two and two together in a way that Warren himself has been kind of pretending equaled ten instead of four.

His heart pounds in his chest and his face grows redder, his knees tucking to his chest on the edge of the bed in a defensive position. ]

...Yeah, so? [ So?? He's genuinely asking. Does this freak Gordon out? Does he realize what he's saying? What does this mean to him? ]

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