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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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[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.

[After he's gotten Warren all cleaned up he'll ball up the washcloth and glance around, considers tossing it onto the desk but then thinks against it... just going to drop it beside the bunk, it's fine. He'll deal with it later.

Gordon makes a face, wrinkling his nose.]

Ugh, really didn't need to think about that.

[Look Harrow is very handsome and Simon is really pretty, but it feels weird to think about them like that! Besides, he'd rather Warren take up those kinda thoughts in his mind thank you very much! Which he definitely had been for a while. Gordon takes one of Warren's hands, squeezing it a little, still feeling bad about everything.]

Still kinda dazed that that just happened- you were so fucking hot, Warren. I um, I really am sorry about the mess, I usually don't... not that fast.

[ Warren found himself leaning into the touch, even if it was just Gordon cleaning his face. His cheeks burn red, freckles standing out once more. He squeezes his hand back, realizing that he could hold Gordon's hand for hours and hours and hours and never tire of it.

God, he's a bit mushy, isn't he? ]

It's fine. Kind of an ego boost, really.

[ Maybe he looks a little bit smug. A wee bit. ]

You...you sounded nice.

[ Look he has no idea how to word that in a way that doesn't feel weird to say. ]

[He likes being able to hold Warren's hand too... likes that his fingers don't look as bony and frail as they had back in the vault. Ridiculous that a zombie apocalypse has been better for Warren's health than all the shit before.

Gordon snorts, nudging him good-humoredly.]

Alright, don't get a big head about it. I sounded like a school boy who'd just touched his willy for the first time, a bit pathetic really.

[And maybe some people he's been with when he was younger commented on it, it's fine. It's nothing. Yet Warren said he sounded nice, it made him feel good, even if he had to down play it with some good ol' self deprecation.]

So uh Warren... you- have you ever... am I your first?

[Guy that is.]

[ Warren will kill those people and feed them to the zombies. Who cares if this was in the past? He'd do it. ]

Oh, haha, uh- [ he clears his throat, not sure why that question brought back the nerves that he so readily tossed aside when the mood struck him. ] Um, yeah. I mean, the first...that I ever did anything with?

[ In hindsight, he can see now where he might have been attracted to guys for a long time, even if he never acted on it or gave it any thought. At least he thought he didn't give it any thought. He has so much shit to unpack now, to be honest. ]

[Warren, that is very sweet, but let's not kill anyone we don't have to.

Also it's very cute how flustered Warren gets at the question, though he almost feels a little bad about it. Almost.]

Shit, not sure if I should say sorry or not.

[Gordon, stop being so disparaging about yourself. Warren likes you! He wanted to do things with you! He's been super duper jealous about you with other men! Don't ruin this being a Debbie downer!]

I mean- I'm happy I'm your first, not that it matters if I weren't, it's just... god this is stupid, Warren I'm just glad we're... this. Right now, yeah?

[This. Whatever this is. Whatever they want to call it. Are they boyfriends? He doesn't really know to be honest.]

[ Warren gives Gordon a flat, unimpressed look before he rolls his eyes. ]

Gordon, if you apologize or say another self-deprecating thing about this then I'm going to fight you.

[ Or something! The point is, stop being so down on yourself, damn it. ]

And what is this, hm?

[ He looks at him expectantly, wanting him to say the word himself out loud. And no, this is not half in part to get Gordon to say it first so he can selfishly be the one to hear him say it not at all this is 100% for Gordon's benefit. It's all about his self-confidence about...this. Them. Nothing to do with Warren's.

Okay maybe a little to do with Waren's. ]

[Okay that does make him wanna laugh, in fact he's trying not to!]

Warren, just because you've filled in a bit doesn't mean I couldn't easily pin you down by literally laying on you.

[Warren is a much healthier weight now, which is great! He's still a skinny fucking ginger though. Gordon holds his hands up realizing that that may count as being self-deprecating, which it wasn't meant to be! Just facts!]

But okay okay-

[A smile spreads across his lips, nervous that he might say the wrong thing. Look just because Warren touched his cock doesn't mean... but could it mean that? He likes Warren. Warren likes him. They've basically been sleeping together for months now.]

I mean I know what I'd like this to be?

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