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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 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-?

Yeah?

[ His cheeks are still red, because god this is kind of embarrassing to say out loud but seeing Gordon barely keeping it together is giving him a bit of courage. Besides, he really wants this - and only half of the reason is because of some petty desire to be the last person to have touched Gordon in that way. ]

I mean - I'm not - well, I've never - I mean obviously myself...but I can figure it out. It can't be that hard, right?

...

...Hah. Hard.

[ He clears his throat. ]

Just let me take care of you, alright?

[Who can be the reddest at this point is a losing contest for them both. Gordon can't help but sputter at Warren's apparent eagerness, and that joke, awful as it was. His hands are still up between them, as if a barrier to block Warren.]

It's very hard actually and it's all your fault.

[A minor gripe even as he looks concerned.]

You're sure?

I'm sure.

[ He says it nice and slow, part jokingly but firm enough to let Gordon know he's serious, even shifting a bit closer to him as if to encroach on this barrier Gordon is putting up. ]

You're not the only one whose thought about this, you know.

[Hearing that Warren had thought about him like that... is he trying to make him bust without even touching him!?]

You did?

[If Gordon could get any redder he just did. His hands lower and he can't quite look at Warren, but this surely must be a dream.]

I-I mean, I just... this is happening so quickly and I don't want you to think you have to do anything Warren. Not that I don't want you to, because I really do- but you don't have to.

[Flustered he'll lean in a bit.]

Can you pinch me first?

Yeeeeah, did you forget the part where I've been acting like a jealous idiot at the thought of you doing...stuff, with someone else?

[ It's because it should have been him. ]

I really want to, Gordon. I know I don't have to do anything.

[ He pauses, considers, then reaches forward and pinches Gordon really hard on his thigh. Just in case he still had doubts! ]

Just making sur- Ow!

[Okay. Definitely not dreaming. His hand rubs where Warren pinched.]

Okay okay, I think I'll have bruise there from that.

[But Warren has eased his concerns finally and Gordon can relent that some how, some way, he wants to touch him like that. Wild.]

You know we didn't... not all the way. I couldn't.

Sorry.

[ Warren does not, in fact, sound sorry. But even so, he'll place his hand on the spot on Gordon's thigh that he pinched, rubbing lightly as if to soothe. Mostly he's just...working up the courage or whatever. The confidence, he supposes.

But Gordon assures him once more that they didn't go all the way. That Gordon couldn't, and his features grow serious - not in a bad way, really. Just. Thoughtful. He turns those words over in his head. Rotates them like they're in a microwave, studying them from every angle.

He shifts, adjusting himself so he's more angled towards Gordon, close enough to do this comfortably. The hand on Gordon's thigh slides up cautiously, testing the waters, his heart pounding in his chest now that he was actually doing this. ]

Oh? [ Warren's hand finally reaches its destination. His breath hitches at the warmth of Gordon even through cloth. How he feels hard and it's all because of him. ] Why not?

[ His voice is quiet when he asks that question. He knows the answer. Gordon did tell him. But he wants to hear it again. ]

[Warren's hand on his thigh feels like it's scorching he skin right off, but in the best way. They're so close now, but Gordon is finding it hard to focus on anything but the hand moving up closer to the big problem that started this all.

When Warren does finally touch him, even just through the thin fabric of his boxers, Gordon's teeth find his bottom lip, muffling a noise.]

B-Because, I couldn't stop picturing you instead.

[While Jaskier's mouth had been on him, Gordon's eyes closed, he pictured Warren and all his freckles red faced as he took his cock between his lips. Fuck it was so hot.]

Felt wrong...

[ Felt wrong. Is it fucked up that this admission is turning him on right now? Well, it's not like Warren doesn't already know he's massively fucked up anyway.

He sucks in a deep breath, exhales sharply as he surges forward and rather clumsily presses his lips to Gordon's, quick and hard, his hand squeezing firmly. When he pulls away it's only by inches. ]

I can...I can do that for you. [ While he stutters, there's nothing about the offer that's hesitant. Just desperate. ] I want to do that for you.

[It's hot as hell that Warren seems to be getting into this too. The kiss is quick, but filled with hunger and need and Gordon answers back, choking out a curse as their lips part.]

Shit, Warren... I know you just pinched me, but I still think I'm dreaming.

[He wants to ask if Warren is sure, but he's done that so many times already he's sure it'd piss him off at this point.]

[ It's a good move not to ask, because Warren can't be any more sure - and it probably shows anyway in the ease in which he slides off the edge of the bed, onto his knees.

He places his hands on either one of Gordon's knees, gently nudging them apart so he can slot right in there. He looks nervous - maybe even a little scared (what if he fucks this up oh god what if he's terrible at it), but he presses on.

His fingers hook into the hem of Gordon's boxers, impatiently tugging. GET THESE OUT OF THE WAY. ]

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