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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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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?

It does, it does, Warren. It's not my fault you don't speak that specific nerd dialect. Honestly it should be a point against you, but I guess I'll let it slide for now...

[He'll learn him eventually! Maybe he could start reading the books to Warren? Would that be weird...?]

Wha- you want me to tell you?

[Gordon flushes. Suddenly the yapper isn't up for yapping huh? Come on, yap away sir, he wants to know!]

Well... I mean... y'know...

You're not going to be at a loss for words now, are you?

[ It's actually kind of cute to see Gordon be so embarrassed about it. Now he can admit it. ]

Come on, story teller.

[He sputters, not expecting to be interogated about his sex dreams about his best friend BY his best friend! His best friend who apparently also likes him.

His head is still spinning about that fact.]

W-Well I guess if you want to hear all the depraived details...

[He peeks at Warren as if expecting him to change his mind. Nevermind! Please don't tell him. Yet there's no request to shut up. The one time he wouldn't be insulted if Warren told him to.]

I mean... I don't remember everything, a lot of them just kinda... start in the middle of the deed. Of course we're naked, very naked, uhh... and um, ahem, haha you're on top of me-

[Muttered quickly as he hides his face in his arms.]

[ No minds are being changed. There is only Warren, now fully relaxed and sitting on the edge of the bed, legs untucked, studying every detail of Gordon's face. ]

Oh? [ Truthfully, Warren is assuming at some point even he will get embarrassed just hearing these things, but he's not yet. Maybe his cheeks flush a little more, but they really haven't stopped. ]

Okay, very naked, and I'm on top of you. [ Oh god he's picturing it. But...that's okay now, isn't it? ] And...?

[If Warren pulled a notepad and pen out and started taking notes he'd not be surprised right now with the way he was sitting so rapt with attention.]

Welllll... you're on top of me.

[Yep, we got that. He motions lamely with a hand as he peeks his head up a little.]

Sitting on my cock. Okay not sitting on it, I mean it's inside you. Inside dream Warren? And you, dream Warren, were riding my cock and... fuck Warren, it was so hot-

[Gordon basically whines.]

[ Okay, Warren outright sputtering a bashful laugh was inevitable - he just didn't expect it to happen so soon. That says nothing of the warm feeling that pools in his gut at the way Gordon whines - says it was hot. That Warren being on top of him was hot.

But he realizes laughing after Gordon tells him this probably doesn't look good, so he clears his throat, rubs the back of his head. ]

...What else?

[Look, Gordon knows that kind of laugh okay. He gets it. Warren asks for more and he's not sure if he's excited or embarrassed that someone wants to hear him talk for once.]

W-Well, lots of Oh Gordon, oh fuck me Gordon-

[Yes he does try to inflect like Warren would, shhh.]

And you, I mean dream you, was all flushed- all your freckles stood out cause of it... kinda like now with your face and neck, always thought they looked nice like that.

[Gordon clears his throat a little, but he's smiling, because this is awkward as hell.]

Though uh, not much else to tell. Woke up before the dream finished to my cock trying to cozy up between your cheeks. Guess the dream wasn't good enough.

Oh my go-

[ Warren cuts himself off with a horrible guffaw, Gordon's impression of his speech unexpected and embarrassingly hilarious. He has to give himself a moment, lowering his head into his hands, before he's ready to look the other in the eyes again.

As funny as that is, his face is even redder, the freckles Gordon seems so fond of more visible than before. ]

My freckles? Really?

Yes, really. I mean you've got so many, they're all over!

[Remember he's seen you naked before okay, though it's not like in those moments he was purposely checking him out, but it's hard not to notice freckles everywhere.]

They're like... hmmm... it's like your the night sky and they're your constellations?

[He says it almost like a question, like he isn't sure that made sense. Or that that wasn't a crazy romantic thing to say about a person.]

You've got so many I bet I could find some of the actual constellations on you.

Gordon - that is extremely gay.

[ He laughs, mostly because he doesn't know what to say to something so...romantic? There is literally not a being on this godforsaken planet that has ever said such a thing about him - hell, it's hard enough to find someone who has anything kind to say about him. And wow, he never realized how much it would fill him with warmth. Right now, despite everything, this moment just feels...perfect. When's the last time something felt perfect? ]

Everyone always made fun of me for them. You know, [ he sighs and makes a vague hand gesture. ] Twiggy ginger with freckles, easy target.

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