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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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[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.

[Of all the ways this could have turned out, Warren calling him gay, extremely gay, and laughing like that... not on his bingo card. In the best way. It's nice to hear him laugh like that, he sounds genuinely happy, if not embarrassed, but this whole situation is an embarrassing mess so, that's fair.]

So is waking up with a raging boner for your best friend, it fits the theme.

[His own laughter is nervous but also light, he keeps expecting this to turn sour, but it doesn't. Warren is okay with this, Warren likes him too. God that's insane, he still can't believe it, but looking back at things it makes sense. It was smacking him in the face all this time, Gordon just didn't want to believe it. It was easier not to, safer for his own feelings if he lived in denial.]

Lemme guess- gingers have no souls and called you a Weasley? Bloody Harry Potter, maybe there's one good thing about the end of the world, we can use those books as tinder. All the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors can cry about it.

[Gordon snorts.]

Kids suck, as a former child I also sucked, but... some of them really really sucked.

[He pauses, sighs and then shrugs. A smile peeks through on his lips.]

I just imagine them getting eaten by zombies now. They had it coming.

[Gordon says it so very matter of fact.]

[ Warren lets out a surprised laugh at the bluntness of the imagery. Briefly, he wonders if life would have been so much more bearable if he and Gordon knew one another when they were kids. He realizes, whether they would have gotten along or not, that yes - it would have been. ]

You think Rowling is a zombie? [ He allows the imagery of a shambling J.K Rowling along the darkened halls of her castle flood his mind for a moment. Ugh. Creepy. Just as creepy is imagining that already ugly asshole who used to shove Warren into the trash bags being no more than a fucking corpse. Does this make him fucked up? He grew up to be an asshole anyway. ] It kind of takes the edge off to imagine all the people I hate being monsters now.

[ Warren pauses. The conversation got away from them a little - so it's a bit awkward for him to say this out of the blue, but truth is he's been working his way up to asking- ]

Can I kiss you?

[ There. ]

Oh for sure.

[He's grinning now, glad it feels more like their usual way of talking to one another. Though he feels a pang of anger thinking of people who hurt Warren when he was younger. His father, his mother not protecting him, stupid bullies at school, fucking Medivance and all their lackeys. He'd name them all off, but it's not the time.]

... maybe they were always monsters.

[Okay, a smidge serious there, but it felt right. Warren didn't deserve any of that, neither did Gordon. Maybe if they'd been friends back then... at least they'd have had someone to be safe with.]

Wha-

[It feels like it comes out of no where and yet this is everything he's wanted! Okay not everything, but he's thought about kissing Warren so many times. His dreams were littered with making out with Warren. Gordon sits up a bit in the chair, flustered.]

Yes?

[ Warren huffs a small laugh. ]

You don't sound very sure, Gordon.

[ He kids - because he can see Gordon is flustered. And there's something about the idea that Gordon is flustered because of him that makes his heart swell up like it's about to fucking explode. ]

[He is flustered! Very flustered! Because surely this is actually just one of his dreams, right? His cheeks puff out a bit as he huffs.]

Ha ha.

[Maybe he's nervous! His fingers rap against the back of the chair for a couple beats and he'll look from Warren to the spot on the bed beside him.]

... should I uh... come sit?

[Gordon rubs at his face.]

No that's stupid, of course I should-

[And before his limbs decide to lock up on him, he'll push himself up from the chair and he comes to sit in the small space on the edge of the bed. Squished up beside Warren he'll tug his shirt over the still offending instigator of this entire debacle, though his cock isn't as raging hard as it hard been at the start. Talking about their childhood and JK Rowling does that.]

... hi.

[He smiles, all nerves and excitement that this is actually a thing that's happening. Fuck it's like he's a bloody teenager all over again.]

Edited (typo) 2025-05-14 14:31 (UTC)

[ Warren has a moment where he moves to shift to the side - just a habit of not trying to be too much in Gordon's space because that would be so weird when they're not sleeping. But they're...something now. Gordon wants to be in his space.

Also, kissing is generally easier when you're closer to the person.

His nerves took him as far as asking to kiss, but now he's starting to feel them weaken again. He smiles back with at that same nervous energy. ]

Hi.

[ He clears his throat, fidgeting a bit. He's been close to Gordon plenty of times before this, but now he was actually going to kiss him. ]

Er, it's uh...been a while. [ Please don't mind if he's terrible at it he swears he'll get better- ] Soo...a little bit rusty.

[That gets Gordon to snort, tickled that Warren thinks he's going to fuss over any of that.]

Then you're no better than the rig.

[Are you sure you want to kiss him?]

[ Warren really tries not to laugh at that terrible joke. Alas, he can't hold it back - but he makes sure it's as indignant as possible. ]

Shut up, oh my god.

[ Fortunately, Gordon's terrible goof ebbs away at his anxiety like a sandcastle caught in a tide. Instead of feeling like he's going to throw up, he feels a warmth spread through him as he watches Gordon for a moment before he slowly leans in, like a cautious animal. He hesitates, pauses, but never retreats, until his lips press softly to Gordon's, seconds after allowing his eyes to flutter closed. ]

[And there it is.

It's... kind of perfect isn't it? Making Warren laugh and then he's kissing him. Couldn't ask for better. Warren's lips are slightly chapped and undoubtedly worried at by teeth, but right now they feel like they belong against his.

Gordon leans in a little, trying not to be too eager to answer that kiss back, but fucking hell he's thought, and dreamed, about this for waaaay too long now. He'll reach to pinch himself, muttering an 'ow' against Warren's lips.]

[ He's just so elated to be kissing Gordon - a bit embarrassed by his chapped lips, belatedly praying that his breath is okay, all the worries one could possibly have that pass by in an instant. Because he's kissing Gordon. And more importantly, Gordon is kissing him back.

Though Gordon's muttered 'ow' surprises him, eyes opening as he pulls back as if burned. ]

What? What's the matter? Did I do that wrong?

Wha-?

[Even as he's confused why Warren's pulled away, rapid fire questioning him, Gordon's smiling. He feels lightheaded, but in the best way, like he's got a buzz, without the shit effects.]

Nothing's the matter, I mean- I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, so now that I know I'm not... nothing is the matter, Warren.

[Biting his lip he can't stop smiling, even if he tried.]

Actually, yes, something is the matter. I'd really like to kiss you again.

[ Warren's expression relaxes, exhaling a relieved chuckle. ]

Oh. You scared me.

[ Not that he's sure how badly you can fuck up kissing (actually yes he is, but he chooses to repress those memories). ]

Wait. Would you rather this all be a dream and there was no end of the world bullshit, but this never happened. Or, this is all real.

[ A pause. ]

I'm just kidding. Please kiss me.

Would I rather the world not turn into World War Z or doom it for the chance to kiss you? Probably better I don't answer that.

[It would be a very very selfish answer, but look if he wasn't more interested in actually kissing Warren he'd go on a complete tangent about it. There's a beat of what could be hesitation, but he's really just lavishing in the fact he can be this close to Warren and stare at him without it being weird. Yet kiss him he does!

Pressing in to claim Warren's lips with his own, warmth spreading through him in a swell that gives him goosebumps. Gordon's hand fumbles blindly at Warren's thigh, searching for his hand to take, eventually finding it and giving a little squeeze.]

[ That would have been the right answer, thank you very much! But he's okay with not hearing it right now in favor of kissing Gordon some more. Kissing Gordon. Gordon kissing him. Not anyone else - just him.

Warren presses back into the kiss, sighing softly into it. When Gordon's hand finds his own, he instinctively squeezes back, maybe a little harder than intended. Desperate to cling, like this could all be taken away from him at any moment. ]

[He didn't say it, but it's implied, Warren!

It's incredibly rude that while they're having this nice moment, admitting their feelings and expressing it together, his cock is absolutely trying to make it all about it. He doesn't want to ruin the moment by making it a sex thing. It's a Warren thing! He doesn't want to make this about his stupid cock, he wants Warren to understand he really really likes him!

Focus on kissing Warren, just focus! It's easier too when Warren squeezes his hand back, focus on their fingers intertwined, on Warren's lips against his as they continue to kiss. It doesn't stop the soft whimper that escapes Gordon as he pulls back, covering his own mouth.]

Augh, morning breath- m-maybe I should go brush my teeth.

[And go take care of his raging boner so it'll stop being a distraction!]

[ Warren's so focused on their lips pressing together and their hands intertwined (and the warm feeling pooling inside him), that when Gordon pulls back, he's a bit dazed. He blinks a couple of times before Gordon's words register. ]

Huh? [ His brows furrow together as he huffs a disbelieving chuckle. ] Gordon - what are you on about?

[ He pauses, considering. ]

...If you want to stop you can just say that. I won't be mad.

Literally that is the opposite of what I want to do, Warren.

[Literally! Face flushing bright, Gordon looks a bit frazzled.]

I've thought about kissing you forever, I'd think about it all the time at Red Valley, but it always felt inappropriate- and here? Well I didn't want to mess shit up and make the one safe place for you to feel... bad?

[Uncomfortable. Uneasy. Unsafe. There wouldn't be any place for Warren to run to escape him if it turned out wrong but the land and he didn't want that for either of them. Yet here they were kissing like teenagers under the bleachers in some coming of age movie.]

But kissing you is amazing, Warren, even with morning breath, though that was just an excuse to stop kissing you because um. Well. You see...

[Gordon shifts uncomfortably, trying to ease the ache of his cock demanding attention.]

The whole bloody reason we're even giggling like school girls and having a snog is still very excited about all this.

[He holds his hands up, leaning a little away from Warren.]

Look I can go take care of it, it'll just be a moment, really-!

Oh. [ Warren's gaze lowers - then abruptly shoots back up as his cheeks turn red. ] Oh, right - yeah - I, er, I forgot, haha.

[ He brings his hands up to cover his face, trying to hide his stupid fucking grin. When he comes back out of hiding, he's barely keeping it together. ]

Let's not go through this whole "oh no I'm hard it's so awkward" thing again. I think we've established by now that it's okay and I won't think you're weird or whatever. [ Warren is far more concerned about the fact that he has the opposite problem, if anything. ] I, uh. I - I can take care of you, you know? It's just plain stupid for you to run all the way to the showers to do that, isn't it?

[You can't just look at another man's bulge like that Warren! Gordon feels so hot, he's not sure if he's burst into flames at this point.]

Wait, you want to-?

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