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don't tell him how to be!!!

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( it is nice. gladio doesn't really know how else to describe it, either. it just...is what it is? it's not something he's used to having, but the more he has it the more he wants it. there's some part of him that feels a little bad about how this whole thing has shaken out. like, they've only gotten this close because this place and all the weird shit it makes you feel and do. but, it can't be just that. it can't be. )

Yeah...

( he trails off as prompto curls into him. gladio shifts just a little to accommodate him more and to better situate himself so he can hold prompto better. it's not something he has to do, but it's something he wants to do. sharing space, being close and intimate with someone with no expectations beyond just that. being close and having that intimacy. gladio moves his hand in long, slow sweeps up and down prompto's back.

different thoughts try to creep in around the edges, dark and nasty ones. ones that gladio hates giving time to at all. he crushes them before anything can spiral out of control. breathes in deeply and is somehow comforted by the scent of prompto. he thinks about happier things. sexy things. his mind wanders from thought to thought, not really staying anywhere in particular yet. maybe it won't. maybe he'll actually get some good sleep tonight instead of lying awake and staring at the ceiling for hours.

gladio breathes in again as his fingers drift upward to play with prompto's hair. he twists a lock around his finger again and again. )

Wanna know a secret?

wow whatever then!!!!

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[ It's almost too sweet, letting that sort of heat soak between them until he's nothing but a useless blob half-clinging to Gladio like a lifeline. No matter how insecure he feels about a lot of it, he doesn't think he could ever trade this for anything. There have been so many good things to come of it, things he's learned about himself and about Gladio, too. It's part of the reason that his heart seems to race every time they're together, how it drums up loudly in his ears in moments where he thinks they're going to kiss or touch or share that specific kind of intimacy he's come to almost crave. It's part of the reason why he's pretty sure he has a crush on him, and despite all the questions and doubts, he's fine with this. He's okay with admitting that he wants to be with him, that he secretly wishes Gladio wants to be with him too. That, if they ever get home, there could be something else between them after they see Noct married in Altissia. He knows all of that stuff comes before their own personal satisfaction, but they could work at it. Just like they're working at it here.

And he's in that hazy fog of nearly asleep by the time Gladio speaks again, his head sort of lulling on his shoulder and chest. Prompto soaks up the heat radiating off him, lazily rubbing his fingers against Gladio's side as he tries to get his mouth to work. ]

Hmm? [ It's a slurred hum, and wow, that is most definitely not attractive. He tries not to yawn as he forces out a sigh. ] What kinda secret? Promise I won't tell...

[ Who would he ever tell it to anyway? Noct might be his best friend, but there are definitely certain things you just don't discuss with anyone. And with the way their relationship has been changing, Prompto trusts Gladio with a lot more personal things than Noct. Maybe because they're not as embarrassing to admit since they've done a lot of stuff together, or maybe it's because they're comfortable with each other in a different way. He isn't sure, and he doesn't have the brain power to figure it out. Still, he's happy to know Gladio trusts him with this kind of thing, so... of course he wants to know, and he leans in to press a lazy kiss to the spot just below his ear, nuzzling against him. ]

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( does he have to secretly wish that? gladio's kind of in the same place. the whole thing feels like it's snuck up on him, but. he didn't just ask him out on that date for the hell of it. he meant it. intends to do it again. because, there is something here. whether it's something lasting or not is only something that they'll find out with time. until then, gladio will just enjoy what's here while he can.

he shivers a little at that kiss, momentarily forgetting whatever it was he intends to say. for a second, he holds on a little tighter to prompto and wonders if it wouldn't be so bad to at least just make out for a little bit. that'd be fine, right? but, he does sound a little sleepier than he did when he first arrived. so...in the morning gladio will get in there. kiss him awake. or, something else. he'll see how he feels in the morning.

anyway, it's not a real secret. it's more...a less known anecdote. it's not something he minds sharing since prompto's asked him about it more than just a few times. what could it hurt to share the info finally? he laughs softly. resumes moving his hand over prompto's body in slow sweeps. touching just because he can touch. )

Back when I was 17-18, Iggy and I started training more off and on with real weapons instead of practice ones. Wasn't an everyday kind of thing since we both had other shit to do. One day, he just came at me -- no holds barred. It was the best I'd ever seen, and he threw out some moves I'd never seen before. That match lasted so long. No matter what I did, he wasn't yielding to me.

( he laughs a little at the memory, remembering exactly how he felt in that moment. )

Honestly, it was pissing me off a little. ( shocking, right?? ) Before I even knew what happened, my sword was gone and Ignis had me pinned against the wall. His dagger clipped me on the side. ( gladio drags his finger over prompto's to mark where it'd been. ) Ripped one of my favorite shirts. ( then, almost as an afterthought compared to the shirt. ) Drew blood. I'd never seen him look so damn smug before. Haven't since then, really. Not the same way.

( this whole thing probably seems like no secret, and that's very true. but, he's getting to the part that isn't well known. honest. )

You wanted to know who I've dreamed about? That definitely caused the first sex dream I ever had about a friend.

( and, yes, there is the implication there that there's been more than just that. )

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[ In all fairness, he's only half-listening.

It has nothing to do with the story or with the way Gladio talks – he actually really likes hearing his voice, that low, deep rumble that somehow manages to twist his insides a little (in a good way) – and everything to do with him being a lot more exhausted than he'd thought. He drifts, chuckling at the idea of Gladio being mad at someone (a real shocker) and hums in acknowledgement of exactly where Ignis had gotten him. In fact, it causes him to shiver, and he presses even closer to Gladio, tucking his face against his shoulder as if he can hide from his thoughts. Maybe it would be okay to mess around until they got tired or something, and he's just about to open his mouth and ask when Gladio follows up with that.

Prompto immediately sits up, balancing on his elbow again as he looks at him. It's not a hard expression by any means, considering his mouth his slightly ajar, but there's that familiar glint of excitement in his eyes. ]

No way. [ No way. That hadn't been what he'd expected at all. ] Are you kidding me, dude? All that build-up, and you're telling me you dreamed about that kinda stuff with Iggy? [ Give him a second. His mind is reeling. He rolls away and flops on his back, staring at the ceiling for a second or two before he starts laughing. ] Did you ever tell him? Wait... I guess not since it's a secret, huh? You ever have any others?

[ He definitely heard that implication, but he isn't sure if it's something he should be thinking about. Honestly, Prompto's been lucky in that he hasn't actually had super erotic dreams like that about his friends, but there's always the likelihood that he could. Well, before all of this. Now, sometimes, he'll wake up so turned on because of something he could only vaguely remember happening—and with Gladio, no less. He doesn't know if that counts though, having sex dreams about someone you're having sex with. Still... ]

You don't have to go into detail or anything. I'm just curious. [ And he shifts back to look at him, eager and just as bright-eyed as he had been when it had finally clicked into place. ]

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( he figures prompto isn't expecting what gladio tells him, but his reaction is still cute. he doesn't bother to stop the laugh that builds deep in his belly. he doesn't think it's a big deal. it's just a dream. and, it's not like it's a big secret that gladio likes strong people. getting bested in a fight by noct's advisor was a blow to his ego, but still...really hot. even now gladio remembers it. clearly. )

Nah, I didn't tell him. Not really. But, it's Iggy. He just knows shit without having to be told, so I'm pretty sure he knows.

( it probably didn't help that gladio had such a strange reaction afterward. for, like, a week. but, it hadn't done anything to their friendship. so. gladio assumes it's all fine and natural. no big deal.

he turns just a little more on his side so he can look at prompto better. he wonders if he should say no, or make something up. but, gladio's not really prone to lying and...all things considered, he doesn't think it'll hurt anything if he tells him about another one. again, he starts touching prompto because...that just seems to be a thing he's going to be prone to doing now, he guesses. but, he likes the way prompto feels under his hands. sue him!!!! )

But, uh, yeah. I've had others.

( he makes like he's thinking about it, but he's really not. gladio's hand smooths up over prompto's shoulder and back down his arm. he smiles a little and chuckles softly, almost like he's embarrassed. but, he's not. he never is when he should be. )

Remember when Noct was using that great sword for a while?

( he already knows that prompto's probably thinking this is going to noct. gladio curls his hand around the back of his arm. rubs his thumb slowly back and forth. )

Don't really remember where we were, but that doesn't really matter anyway.

( his hand moves down until he finds prompto's. lifts it so he can press them palm to palm before he shifts just enough to slot their fingers together. )

Right in the middle of everything, the two of you switched weapons. ( gladio laughs again, genuinely amused and delighted. not disparaging in the least. ) I knew you were capable, but that impressed me. Made an impression on me, I guess -- seeing you handle something you had no training in. Couldn't stop thinking about it, so...

( he trails off, leaving it there with a wave of his hand. )

You and Iggy are part of the same elite club.

( lmao no one wants that, gladio!! )