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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 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.

[ Warren squeezes Gordon's sweaty hands, more sure that this isn't a dream because he damn well knows by now when he's awake. ]

Yes, I want to be your bloody boyfriend.

[ He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling, trying to keep his face from splitting into a stupid wide grin. ]

I think I've been wanting to be your boyfriend before I even knew I wanted to be your boyfriend.

Warren, that's the gayest thing I've ever heard.

[And he's pretty damn gay so he knows. Realizing he's sweat some of his nerves out onto his hands, Gordon looks a bit embarrassed, taking his hands back to wipe them lamely on the blanket before he's reaching up to hold Warren's face and kiss him.]

Man, you don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you or like... anything with you. Mostly kiss you and I mean be your boyfriend too, but I think my gaydar was way off when it came to you. I thought "there's no bloody way" and that you were just being ridiculous because we went through all that shit together at Red Valley you know?

[Gordon chuckles, sounded pretty chuffed.]

I can't believe you were like jealous jealous.

Not as gay as the Sam and Frodo thing.

[ Now he has the context, okay. God, is it pathetic that now he wants to read Lord of the Rings? Little too late now.

Maybe he'll ask Gordon to narrate the whole damn thing to him. He'd do it. And he'd love it, he's sure.

At any rate, Warren isn't bothered by Gordon's sweaty hands. He didn't even notice, really. He still feels like he's floating (which hopefully is just from the moment and isn't a medical issue, never know with him). His eyes flutter closed when their lips meet again, leaning into the touch, and his desperate ass almost chases them when Gordon pulls back. ]

In your defense, I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me. Not at first. Aside from - er, thoughts that would make me sound like an absolute nutter.

[ Even knowing what it was now he, quite frankly, didn't sound the sanest. ]

Ah ah, you don't get to turn that back on me, because you didn't even get it!

[Gordon chides with a good humored tone. Also don't think he didn't notice Warren trying to follow when he pulled back from their kiss. Talk about giving him butterflies in his stomach in the best way.]

There's nothing wrong with you, Warren.

[Voice softer. And maybe that's objectively wrong, there's plenty wrong with the both of them, but... there's nothing wrong with not understanding your feelings. Not understanding yourself. Sometimes it just takes time. Gordon nudges him gently with a "c'mon" urging him to move to lay with him back in the bunk.]

Sooo, do I get to hear any of these thoughts?

I absolutely can.

[ There is so much wrong with them, but it's still nice to hear. He still feels like a lunatic for the way he acted, though.

Warren is more than happy to lay back down with Gordon, snuggling up to his side and nestling himself like Gordon's a missing puzzle piece. This feels...so nice. So nice. He releases a sigh of contentment. ]

I more or less spat them at you every chance I got, Gordon. They made as little sense out loud as they did in my head.

[ Maybe he's just avoiding being specific because he still worries that if he goes into detail it'll scare Gordon off. ]

[It's nice how easy Warren lays with him, close and comfortable. Like it always should have been like this.]

They were a little unhinged... but that's because I didn't have the missing puzzle piece yet.

[Not that that makes it any less unhinged, but look. Look. Gordon can excuse it because Warren likes him!]

So how many ways had you considered strangling Jaskier with his guitar?

[Gordon sounds far too amused as he asks, sliding an arm around Warren as he rests his chin on his head.]

Or figured out multiple ways to make it look like an accident when Martin takes a dive into the water?

[He can picture cartoonish levels of violence swirling in Warren's mind.]

[ This is quite possibly the most comfortable and happy he's been in...ever? Yes, ever. It's fucked up but it is what it is.

He laughs and lightly nudges Gordon in his side. ]

You're enjoying this way too much, Gordon.

[ But yeah no he did have some pretty awful thoughts! ]

Ab-so-lutely.

[He's having the time of his life in the best way. Hearing Warren laugh is a bonus.

There's a moment of quiet though as the gears in his head turn, probably loud enough for Warren to hear. His fingers carefully sneak under the hem of his shirt, feeling pale cool skin. Warren never did really get that normal warmth back to him after everything that happened in Red Valley. That's okay though, he can make up for it for him.]

Hey, Warren? Can I touch you?

[Like. Touch him, touch him.]

[ Warren can indeed hear the gears in Gordon's head turning, though he's so relaxed right now that he doesn't think it's anything he should worry about - for once.

He huffs a small chuckle at that question. ]

Earth to Gordon, you're already touching me.

[ But just as those incredibly stupid god he's so stupid words leave his lips, it actually hits him. Gordon's touch leaves goosebumps in its wake. ]

...Oh, you mean..?

[Warren sounds uncertain, but the little bumps that raise on his skin makes him think he's not against it. Still, he wants to be sure. He won't move his hand any further under his shirt than it already is, rubbing a gentle small circle there.]

Yeah I mean that, but also I've thought about tracing all your freckles forever, y'know?

[He pulls back a little, so he can look at him.]

I'd like to make you feel good too.

[ Warren shifts a bit to look up at him, his brows raising. ]

You were really serious about the freckles, huh? I thought you were saying that to be corny.

[ It was still corny, but! His face is flushing a bit. He does look uncertain, and not sure how to explain what's going through his head right now without sounding pathetic. ]

You don't have to, y'know.

Have you considered I can do both?

[His tone is teasing, yet his hand stills on Warren's side as he insists he doesn't have to repay the favor. Gordon doesn't see it that way, it's not about you did this so I wanna do this for you, it's plainly that he wants to make Warren feel good... and more selfishly he wants to see how he looks when he does feel good.]

I don't have to, but I want to.

[But he does catch that look of uncertainty.]

... do you want me to? It's okay if-

-It's not that I don't want you to!

[ He's very quick to point out, so quick his words almost blur together. He doesn't want Gordon to think it has anything to do with him. Er, maybe in a sense it does? But more in the way that he doesn't want to disappoint him. ]

I don't - I mean I just - when I was on all those meds and stuff it - and just in general I've had trouble - and it's just...

[ He is literally going to keep starting an explanation and abandoning it immediately and praying Gordon understands what he's trying to say. ]

Whoa okay okay, it's fine Warren. Really.

[Gordon had sort of forgotten about that fucked up bit about them drugging Warren so he couldn't perform sexually. Looking back now it was probably for the better but... it didn't mean it wasn't fucked up. Clearly it still effected him now even though it had been a while since he'd taken any of those drugs.

Trauma was a terrible enough drug as it was.]

If it's too weird we don't have to do anything with your cock, I mean, there's plenty of ways to feel good without it. I could give you a detailed list, or-

[He presses in for a little peck, trying to be reassuring that it's okay.]

You could let me show you a few?

[ Relief floods Warren when Gordon gets the picture and cuts him off. It's way too humiliating for him to say out loud when he's not pissed. The small peck does wonders to soothe his anxiety at the moment. ]

...Yeah, [ he starts slowly, warming up to the idea. ] That might work. But, just...if I get weird, you know it's not because of you, right?

If it is or isn't you can always tell me to stop. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Warren.

[Something he tried to make him realize back in Red Valley and something he'll make sure he knows here too.]

I won't be mad, promise.

[And he'll kiss him again, this time letting it linger as he rolls Warren onto his back, straddling him. It's a little awkward with the bunk above, but he manages. His own breathing has picked up a bit, excited that he gets to be with Warren like this. That he gets to be the one to touch him, make him feel good. Another kiss, then another, the next moves down to his neck as he shifts a bit down Warren's body, hands on his hips moving up under his shirt slowly.]

Maybe I can warm you up a little?

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