therig | 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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[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?

[ Warren gives Gordon the most long-suffering sigh, even though he's pretty sure he knows what Gordon is going to say he wants to hear him say it. ]

Which is...?

[ He leans in, nudging him with his shoulder jokingly. ]

[The suspense though, Warren!]

Boyfriends?

[Yes that's his voice pitching slightly. Shh he's nervous.]

[ That's cute and Warren wants to kiss his stupid face for that alone.

His lips slowly upturn in a pleased smile. ]

Boyfriends.

[ He feels his heart soaring, his whole body overcome with warmth, and that odd kind of relief when your body relaxes after thinking it was going to fucking die even though it was never in any real danger. ]

Me too.

You do?

[And he's smiling too, that nervous smile edging into something relieved, happy.]

You want to be my boyfriend?

[Okay he knows it's annoying that he's asking, but what if even after asking a billion times and being pinched he's still dreaming some how? To make up for it though Gordon takes Warren's hands in his, sweaty palms and all.]

I'd really like that, Warren. Like really really. More than really actually.

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