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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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[ 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. ]

[Gordon is cursing again as Warren is ON HIS KNEES in front of him, urging his legs to part. Clearly he's asleep again and dreaming because there's no way Warren fucking Godby is fighting with his boxers to get at his cock right now.]

Oi, hey I've only got so many pairs of these. It's a zombie apocalypse, Warren.

[It's a frazzled chiding as he awkwardly removes them trying not to hit Warren in the process. He feels incredibly naked right now, even with a tank top still on, which is fitting as he's half naked, but... more in the fact that his crush is seeing his body like this. Seeing him in a different way now. Gordon's cock is hard and nestled against his thigh as he can't quite look at Warren. Much like the rest of his body it's hairy down there, though he does his best to trim things so it's not a jungle down there.

Also much like the rest of him, his cock is girthy. What it lacks in porn star inches it makes for being a handful.]

... ta da?

[Gordon offers lamely.]

Never mind your precious boxers!

[ Warren has a need and he is trying to do his best to get to said need, okay! But fine, Warren will let Gordon remove them himself, but as soon as they're pushed down Warren tugs them down to his ankles like they couldn't be anymore in the way still.

But now what Warren wants is right in front of him. His fingers twitch against Gordon's thighs, like he's trying to hold back despite how impatient he was moments ago. The flurry of nerves return - not that they ever left, but they're certainly coming in waves after a burst of courage. His mind is warring with him, trying to settle somewhere between "oh my god this is finally happening and I can't be happier" and "I am so going to fuck this up terribly and Gordon will never be able to look me in the eyes again kill me please". ]

Right. I am going to touch your dick now, [ he says very slowly, as if uncertain. He's not sure why the fuck he felt the need to announce it. Sometimes he can't stop his mouth from spilling out the stupid thoughts that he should be filtered out.

Before he can further make an ass out of himself, he reaches forward and takes Gordon into his hand. Thankfully, that seems to be the key to emptying his head, because all he can do is focus on the weight of it in his hand, the warmth. His chest heaves as he exhales sharply, the palm of his hand tingling pleasantly. Like it was just meant to hold him.

Warren gives a firm squeeze of his hand, testing Gordon's reaction, already attempting to figure out what will feel good for him.]

Just, tell me if I balls it up or whatever...[ he says quietly. ]

[Some how this is the worst and best moment of his life. How long has it been since he's been touched by someone else like this? Embarrassingly long. Mostly by his own doing, let's be real. Socially awkward guy who works and is a hermit on his computer or playing games, before the whole Red Valley thing. Didn't change much then either, beyond the whole being there against his will.

Warren's hand wraps around him after his warning that could have made him laugh, but the warmth of Warren's fingers around him stops any threat of that. Then he gives a tentative squeeze and Gordon whimpers.]

I-If anyone is ballsing anything, it'll be me because I don't know how long I'm going to last, Warren.

[Just this and he's already feeling fit to burst. The head of his cock shines with a bead of what's to, ahem, come.]

[ Warren feels a swell of pride at the first sign that Gordon isn't going to last much longer, aside from him flat out saying as much, of course. That he couldn't even finish before with Jaskier because it wasn't with him and now here he is.

And the sounds coming out of Gordon...that whimper...he knows if his dick wasn't in such a sad state it would be upright and at the ready. How could such a singular noise be so hot?

Warren wondered when the horniness would overtake the nervousness, but it finally happens, all shame and overthinking leaving his body. He leans in, rubbing his thumb along the underside of Gordon's length as he pops his tongue out to taste what's beading out of the tip, his tongue sliding along the top as his breath nearly catches in his throat from the act alone. If Gordon pops off in his face immediately it only means he couldn't take it, which means he feels good, which also means Warren did something right! ]

[Let's be clear, he definitely came when Jaskier blew him, he's only human, Warren! After that though he kinda lost steam in going too much further, not because he got what he wanted either, he'd tried, honestly, but... but it just felt weird doing much else. Jaskier was handsome, talented, very good with his mouth, but he wasn't Warren.

He wasn't the one he wanted to be with.

And now Warren is the one knelt between his thighs, tongue lapping at the head of his cock and honestly even he doesn't expect what happens next. Gordon's fingers fist on the bed on either side of his legs as he exclaims in pleasure, though it's an almost startled sound. It was actually.]

Oh fuck-

[He'll exhale, blinking owlishly down at Warren. Then he sees what he's done and a startled squawk leaves him.]

Oh shit, Warren! I- fuck I'm sorry!

[He stands suddenly, banging his shoulder on the bunk as he does, cursing more. Tugging his boxers up with one hand he waves frantically for Warren to stay put.]

I-I'll be right back with a washcloth!

[And he's gone... leaving Warren sat there with a mess on his face.]

[ Warren is also a little startled. It was obviously coming (hah), but it was still just so sudden he does a start, blinking as his face is hit, and Gordon is immediately freaking out. ]

Whoa, whoa, Gordon it's-

[ Annnd he's gone.

Now that Gordon is out of the room and can't see him, Warren allows himself to laugh a little. Not at Gordon, just at the situation, and...maybe his reaction. But he reins it in quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

He gets off his knees with a small grunt, sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking about what just happened. ]

[Gordon is fairly quick at coming back with a damp washcloth, cold alas. Warm water isn't on yet, they're a bit too early.

Like Gordon's orgasm.

Sitting beside Warren again he's wiping at his face, concern knitting his brows.]

I didn't get any in your eye did I? Last thing we need is the look Harrow would give us if we told him how I potentially blinded you.

Bet everyone would have a bloody giggle over it.

[Gordon grumbles, fusses as he wipes Warren's face, teeth worrying his bottom lip, afraid he's ruined their first... whatever this mess was.]

There, only thing across your face now are the freckles.

[ Warren is a bit dazed and lost in thought when Gordon returns, which doesn't take too long anyway. At least he has his giggles under control by then, though his lips still want to quirk up against his will. ]

I'm fine, Gordon. [ He reassures, hoping Gordon isn't going to internalize this as the worst moment ever or something. All he can do is try to make him feel better - not that he doesn't understand the embarrassment...boy does he understand. ] Besides, I bet Harrow has sniped Simon in the eye a couple of times.

A little snuggle for the homies

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