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gladio/prompto drunk shenanigans
Date: 2017-01-01 05:23 am (UTC)Re: gladio/prompto drunk shenanigans
Date: 2017-01-01 08:37 am (UTC)Re: gladio/prompto drunk shenanigans
Date: 2017-01-01 09:15 am (UTC)👍
Fill: Suffer, Gladio, Suffer 1/2
Date: 2017-01-01 09:38 am (UTC)---------
Gladio walked down the side streets of Insomnia, carrying a gangly, drunken, wriggling Prompto in his arms.
This is what happens, he decided, when you have a tendency to fall for small, hyperactive blondes. You go out with your friends, you have a drink, maybe two, and then you watch as the guy you’ve been quietly eyeing for months downs six shots at once and falls off the table in the middle of a song titled “Fever” at 3am. And because Gladio had the urge to take care of his friends pretty much etched into his genes, it fell to him to take Prompto home.
“Your arms are enormous,” Prompto said, after a minute. He swiped a hand on Gladio’s right bicep for emphasis, but couldn’t quite keep his grip. “Did you know, Gladio?” The look he gave him was almost brimming with tears, urgent with the need to communicate this pivotal fact. “Did you know how big your arms are?”
“Sure, Prompto,” Gladio said. He repositioned his grip on the blonde, making sure his legs didn’t slip out of his hold.
“Good,” Prompto whispered, staring into his eyes. “You should be proud of them.”
Gladio had nothing to say to that. He stopped at the gate to a small first floor apartment with a tiny, handwritten placard over the mailbox: Argentum. Prompto lived here? The whole building could probably fit in Gladio’s kitchen. He carefully navigated around the gate, and stopped at the door. No keypad, no DNA recognition software. Just an ordinary lock.
“Prom, do you have your keys on you?”
“Yes!” Prompto wriggled out of Gladio’s arms, dropping to his hands and knees on the front path. “Oh. Ohhh no. Something is wrong with my legs.”
Gladio sighed and bent down to lift Prompto up around the shoulders. “The keys, Prompto.”
“They’re in my pocket.”
There was a long silence. Prompto stared into Gladio’s eyes with the focus of a laser.
“Are you going to get them?” Gladio asked.
“I want to kiss your face,” said Prompto.
“Okay.” Gladio sighed and slid his hand into Prompto’s pocket, coming back with a folded bill and a housekey. He opened the front door with one hand, and gently heaved Prompto across the threshold.
The house was very… dark. It had a strange, musty smell, too, as though the doors and windows were never left open for very long. Technically, Gladio had done what any friend would do in this situation—see Prompto home and drop him off at the foyer. Except Prompto was, at this point in time, slowly collapsing onto the floor as he tried and failed to remove his boots with one hand.
Gladio followed Prompto into the apartment and shut the door behind him.
“My boots are misbehaving,” Prompto said, laughing as he fell face-first onto the wooden floor. “I have been. I have been de-feeted.”
Gladio sighed and crouched on his ankles. He quickly removed Prompto’s boots, all the while very aware that his friend was yet again fixing him with that hyper-focused stare.
“I told you about your arms,” Prompto said, suddenly. Gladio nodded. “I bet. I bet that’s not the only thing that’s big. If you know what I…” Prompto trailed off, his face pressed to the floor.
Really, Gladio thought, as Prompto writhed in hysterical laughter at the foot of the door. Something about attraction must drive a person out of their ability to reason. Because he shouldn’t find anything remotely appealing about the disheveled, sweaty, giggling mess on the floor—except... Even when Prompto was making terrible puns and pushing his face to the ground, Gladio couldn’t help but feel… fond.
“This isn’t good,” he said, under his breath.
Prompto jumped up at that. “No,” he said, grabbing his leg in both hands. “Don’t say that, Gladio. You are very good. You are a. A very good Gladio.” He patted his thighs like one would a pet. “The best Gladio.”
“Thanks, Prompto. Next time I’m feeling down, I’ll remember you said that.”
Prompto beamed.
Fill: Suffer, Gladio, Suffer 2/2
Date: 2017-01-01 09:45 am (UTC)Prompto squirmed. He lunged for the walls. He lunged for Gladio. Sometimes, he lunged for Gladio and ended up on the wall anyways. And about halfway down the hall towards the bedroom, Gladio became suddenly, painfully aware of Prompto’s erection on his thigh.
“Are you taking me to bed?” Prompto whispered, clutching at his jacket with fumbling hands.
“Not like that, Prompto.”
“No,” Prompto agreed. “Never take me to bed like that.” Gladio felt a weight drop in his stomach for all of one moment before his friend followed up with that intense stare and a throaty gasp of, “You. Should take me to bed. And fucking wreck me.”
Gladio made a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
“I’m serious,” Prompto said. “Just fuck me. Into the bed. On the floor. All night fucking. I know,” he said, with all the certainty of too many shots and a dose of confidence, “that you. Have the best. Cock. I’ve never seen.”
“Maybe not tonight,” Gladio managed to say.
“Tomorrow, then.” Prompto fell back against the bedroom door. “Wreck me tomorrow.”
“Okay, Prompto.” Gladio had to think about this. No, no, that was wrong. He didn’t have to think about this. He didn’t have to think about any of this. He definitely didn’t have to think about Prompto, fingers clenched in his leather jacket as he—
“Home, sweet, home,” Gladio said, in a short, tense voice. He grabbed Prompto by the shirt to keep him from falling over, and opened the bedroom door.
By the time he managed to deposit Prompto on the bed, the blonde was practically begging.
“I promise,” he said. “I can take it. I can take all of it.”
“I’m sure you can, Prompto,” Gladio said, retreating to the door.
"Really," Prompto said, eyes alight with drunken sincerity as Gladio fled for the hall. "I want to ride your cock until I fucking scream, Gladio."
“I don’t have a gag reflex,” Prompto added, as Gladio came back a minute later with water.
“I have a really amazing ass,” he pointed out, after Gladio had helped him take off the water-drenched shirt. “You should try it and see.”
“Maybe tomorrow, Prom,” Gladio said, turning out the light. He closed the bedroom door behind him, slid to the floor, covered his face with his hands, and wished with all the shreds of his remaining strength of will that the earth would open up beneath him and swallow him whole.
Re: Fill: Suffer, Gladio, Suffer 2/2
Date: 2017-01-01 10:50 am (UTC)“Did you know, Gladio?” The look he gave him was almost brimming with tears, urgent with the need to communicate this pivotal fact. “Did you know how big your arms are?”
This is absolutely magical. I can see Prompto's urgency so well.
I have been de-feeted.
PROMPTO.
Re: Fill: Suffer, Gladio, Suffer 2/2
Date: 2017-01-01 11:01 am (UTC)PSHAW, your fic is great! I was just about to comment on it. (going to do so asap)
So happy you liked this! Prompto is %70 me when trashed. Except instead of flirting, I get a sudden, desperate need to tell anyone who can listen about how amazing the hobbits from Lord of the Rings are. (I... never talk about LOTR otherwise)
Re: Fill: Suffer, Gladio, Suffer 2/2
Date: 2017-01-01 06:05 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Suffer, Gladio, Suffer 2/2
Date: 2017-01-16 06:35 am (UTC)"wreck me tomorrow then"
oh my god Prompto who allowed you to be this ridiculous while remaining adorable??
Fill: gladio/prompto drunk shenanigans
Date: 2017-01-01 10:40 am (UTC)“Makes things easier if you move your feet,” Gladio says.
Prompto doesn’t seem interested in making things easier. Prompto generally doesn’t seem aware of much. He’s draped against Gladio’s side, murmuring contentedly to himself.
“You’re such a lightweight,” Gladio mutters.
“’m not drunk.”
“Say that again with more vowels,” Gladio suggests, heaving Prompto through the door of the Leville. “Maybe I’ll believe you. You owe me for dragging your ass back here.”
“Mmmm,” Prompto hums, pressing his face into Gladio’s arm. Gladio can feel the vibration in his throat. “You’re so strong.”
“Yeah, I know. C’mon.”
It’s a pain to get him up the fancy staircase; kid probably weighs less than Gladio’s sword, but Gladio’s sword doesn’t do so much damn shifting around. Eventually, though, he’s heaving Prompto onto his bed.
Gladio’s planning to head back and join the others at the bar, because some people who can hold their alcohol haven’t had nearly enough to drink, but Prompto grabs for his arm as he moves away, flails, falls off the bed, and... okay, might be best not to leave him alone right now.
Gladio heaves him up onto the bed again, not helped by Prompto trying to put his hands all over Gladio’s face. He tugs up Prompto’s shirt and inspects his hip, where he landed hardest. No external signs of damage. Probably going to bruise. He’d better check nothing’s broken.
He presses his fingers against Prompto’s hip. “You feel anything?”
Prompto shifts closer to Gladio, with a little sigh. Gladio firmly pushes him back towards the centre of the bed. He’s not falling off again.
It’s not an answer, but it’s not a cry of pain, either. Prompto’s probably fine. Just have to watch him and make sure he doesn’t end up choking on his own vomit.
Gladio tries to go for the chair, but Prompto makes an indistinct noise of protest and grabs for him again. Fine. He sits down on the side of the bed, turned inwards so he can keep an eye on Prompto.
“Get some sleep,” Gladio says.
“Don’t want sleep.”
“I’m not here to worry about what you want,” Gladio says. “All I care about is what you need. You need to get some sleep.”
Prompto reaches out for Gladio again, but he lets his hand fall short. He’s quiet for a while. Always a little weird when the kid sees a silence and doesn’t immediately jump to fill it. Gladio would take it as a sign that he’s actually trying to sleep, only Prompto is just looking at him, and closing his eyes seems like a pretty important step.
“Do you ever look at guys?” Prompto asks at last, quietly.
Huh? “Nope. Never met a guy in my life.”
“Yeah.” Prompto rolls onto his side, facing away from him. “Guess you wouldn’t.”
Does he ever look at guys? What kind of question...?
Oh.
“You got something to tell me?” Gladio asks.
“No,” Prompto mutters.
“Hey.” Gladio grabs Prompto’s side, planning to pull him back over to face him, and something in the way Prompto jerks when he touches him tells Gladio he isn’t just going to confess his attraction to Noct. Shit.
Prompto takes a deep, shuddering breath, still not turning to look at him. “I mean, I owe you, you said I owe you, right? For – for – and I know I’m not a girl, but I could probably still make it feel good – I mean, I’d try.” Gladio can feel him shaking under his hand. “I’ve never – before. And I know you’re probably huge, like, wow, huge. But I’d try really hard.”
Gladio takes a moment to try to process that. “Huh.”
To process that, and not to picture it, because it isn’t happening.
“You’re drunk,” Gladio says.
“No, I’m okay. I’m okay, I swear.”
“I’m not doing anything with someone who can’t even walk straight.”
“I can, I’ll show you—”
Prompto lurches up out of the bed, and Gladio moves sharply to catch him before he falls, and – okay, now he’s got Prompto pressed up against him, that’s somehow become the situation. Prompto is breathing open-mouthed into his collarbone, and how the hell did he somehow manage to drag Prompto all the way here without once thinking about how close he is, how warm and alive and...
Gladio’s feeling too hot under his open jacket, it’s always too hot in Lestallum, and normally he’d shrug the jacket off, but that seems like a bad idea right now.
“I’d be good,” Prompto mumbles, pressing kisses along the beak of Gladio’s tattoo.
“Get some sleep.”
Prompto shakes his head, holding on to Gladio like it’ll kill him if he lets go. “No.”
“Get some sleep,” Gladio says, lowering him back down onto the bed, “and we’ll see how you feel in the morning.”
Re: Fill: gladio/prompto drunk shenanigans
Date: 2017-01-01 11:06 am (UTC)Aw, I like this! Gladio is so responsible, bless him. And Prompto tries so hard, you just want to wrap him in blankets and ruffle his hair. Poor thing!
Definitely giggled at the "Never met a guy in my life" line. That sounds like something he'd say.
Re: Fill: gladio/prompto drunk shenanigans
Date: 2017-01-01 06:08 pm (UTC)Not OP here but....
Date: 2017-01-01 06:29 pm (UTC)Re: gladio/prompto drunk shenanigans
Date: 2017-01-02 06:46 am (UTC)