A little snuggle for the homies

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[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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[ 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?

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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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I know.

[ He trusts Gordon more than he trusts anyone, including himself (especially himself), but he desperately needs to make sure he knows that whatever issues come up, it has nothing to do with anything he did.

But okay. Deep breath. It's a lot easier to relax when Gordon kisses him again, and he barely registers being rolled onto his back. He focuses on it, on Gordon's hands against his skin as they slip under his shirt. More goosebumps come alive at his touch. ]

Okay. [ He gives a small laugh. ] Just...watch your head.

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[It's a good feeling that Warren trusts him. It's just as good a feeling knowing Warren likes him. Gordon's breath is warm against his neck as he huffs good-humoredly, sitting back so that he's still hunched over a bit.]

Do you realize how embarrassing it would be if I knocked myself out the first time we're doing things, Warren?

[His hands are still under Warren's shirt, feeling over the goosebumps that rise up on his skin.]

Brain myself so hard I pass out on top of you. I might just crush you or you'd stab me with your elbows. Probably both.

[Gordon's fingers tickle up along his sides, pushing his shirt up more. It really is nice seeing how Warren has put weight on from his time in Red Valley, he looks so much healthier. His ribs aren't as prominent and his skin, while still pale, isn't that sickly shade any longer.]

Let's try an avoid all of that if we can.

[With a little smile he'll lean down, mouth pressing to the lower part of Warren's sternum.]