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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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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? ]

[Oh my god. Oh my god.

Gordon sits up on the chair now, hands braced on it.]

All of that nonsense before with you getting up in arms- you were jealous.

[OBVIOUSLY, but not in the way Gordon thought. They had been each other's only person at Red Valley and suddenly here they had more people and Warren had felt threatened by other people taking Gordon's attention from him... but now Gordon was starting to understand it wasn't just that.]

Shit, Warren, you were jealous I was having a go with Jaskier like that? I mean I didn't- bloody hell I didn't think you were...

[You know. Eh.]

Well, maybe I am!

[ His voice almost cracks as he gets that out, clearing his throat. ]

Partway there, at least.

[ It's not like he knew either. Maybe had an inkling. Maybe he wondered up until he just sort of accepted it without any real acknowledgement until just about now. It all seems so stupidly simple now, of course. Sometimes men make him feel the way women make him feel. And Gordon makes him feel... ]

Holy shit...

[More a whisper than anything. Gordon can't believe it, maybe he's still dreaming? A quick pinch to his own arm has him realizing quickly that's not the case.

So this is real, Warren really...]

We didn't do it y'know. I mean, not all the way. Like he sucked my cock and I tossed him off, but...

Oh my god - I really don't want to know it's okay.

[ Is Warren's ridiculous jealousy so bad that he doesn't even want to think about them doing anything anymore? Yes. It is. But also, don't ruin the fucking moment, Gordon. Whatever this moment is. He's still not sure. Gordon's first response isn't some awkward rebuff, or disgust, he just seems shocked. And now he's admitting to Warren that they didn't do...it? They definitely did enough - but the point is, Gordon is explaining this to him. To alleviate his concerns? Because...? Because. Jesus Christ. ]

...Unless you're going to tell me it was terrible.

[He has to laugh, at this point it's all he can do.]

I was terrible, because I couldn't bloody focus!

[And yet he's still bashful as he continues, rubbing at the back of his neck, not able to fully look at Warren.]

Jaskier's no slouch, but... it wasn't him I wanted to be with, yeah?

[ If it were physically possible (and really at this point depending on what that horrible disease is doing out there it might very well be) his heart would leap into his throat and probably flop out onto the floor between them. ]

Not him...?

[ He pauses. ]

Don't tell me...Freddy Krueger?

[ Except he actually says it with a stupid little smirk on his face because he's still trying to come to terms with all of this and it still doesn't feel real and maybe he's having a fucking hallucination, in which case FINE he'd like to stay here he guesses- ]

Augh.

[Gordon pulls a face.]

Nevermind, I take it all back. I'm getting my own room.

[Beauty is in the eye of the beholder or whatever, but he doesn't get Jaskier bumping uglies with literal ugly like that.]

Too late - you can't take it back now.

[ Warren's posture loosens up a bit, though there's still something a bit more withdrawn - more on the shy side of things. Cautious. But...relieved. So fucking relieved. ]

So...[ Okay this is still awkward. But that's only because he's awkward as fuck. ] How about that? Haha...

[ Fuck. No wait - actually, now that Gordon knows why... ]

I'm sorry I've been such a goddamn idiot.

You have!

[Like he hasn't as well, but he won't deny that.]

Jesus Warren, you think I'd share a bunk with just anyone? Like course you're my best friend, but... not that I did because I wanted to do things with you- I mean I did- I do- ah shit, I sound like a real bellend.

[Gordon scrubs at his face with his hands, grumbling, embarrassed.]

I mean we've been through hell together. Survived together! We've also seen each other mostly naked if not naked anyway... and well. You're already inside me.

[A stupid smirk tugs at his lips.]

I'm just saying, Warren, that you mean a lot to me. Whether you ever were more than my best friend or not.

Oh, don't make it sound like it should have been obvious.

[ Don't make him feel like more of a jackass than he knows he is! ]

[ God, what does he even say to any of that? He's too stupid to say anything worthwhile, he thinks. Or rather, he has no idea how to take his feelings and put them into the appropriate words. He's not wordy like Gordon or Martin. Suppose he can just be direct. That's safe now, right? ]

I mean...yeah. Same. [ Maybe don't just leave it at that, self. God. ] I realized that when you were...sleeping, I think. I had...zero idea what to do but wait for you.

I literally said I was the Samwise to your Frodo, Warren. How much more obvious could it get?

[That's the gayest thing he could say to Warren! It's not his fault he didn't get that.

As Warren fumbles to put things into words Gordon can't help but feel... happy. Really happy. Of course getting out of Red Valley with Warren and being able to be some where safe with him was all he'd ever wanted, but... but knowing that he meant so as much to Warren as he meant to him, it was- fuck it felt great!]

Psh, you barely had to wait for me! You got just a taste of what I had to deal with, waiting days, weeks, months for Sleeping Ginger to wakey wakey! Pretty sure I went a little crazy a couple times. Sure I was already used to talking to myself, but it was getting pretty serious, Warren! I almost considered trying to be nice to Clive a couple times, the fucking prick...

[But Gordon gets serious again, at least, a little.]

... guess now we sleep together, so it's not so bad, right? I mean- if you don't mind my boner.

[A little serious.]

Telling me in nerd doesn't count!

[ For god's sake, man!

But, okay, fine. It's out there now. Now they know. Now he knows. Maybe he can stop acting so crazy - well, he can't guarantee that. Sometimes his brain does things that he knows are just absolutely insane and it's hard to get it to shut up. But maybe it'll be easier. ]

Speaking of boners...[ he can't help it - he has to ask. ] What were these dreams, exactly?

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